#i need to walk my fish now �� see u in part 2!

[versadies]

MY LOVE, MINE, ALL MINE (various x gn!reader)

SALUTATIONS. my love, mine, all mine

ADDRESSED. neuvillette, alhaitham, capitano, diluc, itto, tartaglia, kaveh, kaeya (x gn!reader)

STAMPS. what body part they kiss the most (sfw)

CONTENT. ooc (?), fluff/no-angst, established relationships, possibly cheesy (not sorry), possible grammar errors, mentions of battle, mentions of blood (capitano, childe)

POST-SCRIPT. all these characters are nothing but pokemons to me, i see one, i'll collect one in game. part two will come soon (with zhongli, wriothesley, ayato, thoma, pierro, and pantalone!)

LINKS. masterlist / taglist / part two

HANDS – Neuvillette, Alhaitham, Capitano, Diluc

NEUVILLETTE kisses your knuckles the most. To him, he believes that kissing you on the lips is far too intimate to be seen in public, preferring to do it in closed doors where it’s just the two of you alone, and so he often kisses your knuckles whenever he can. 

Whenever he does, one of his glove-covered hands would reach towards yours before lifting it to his lips, kissing each knuckle with care as though your hand is a delicate treasure, as if every kiss is a promise that he’ll hold your heart with care and unwavering devotion. 

It doesn’t help that you often find your cheeks warming up when his intense violet-shaded eyes look at yours, and no words were enough for you to explain the connection that you both have from just a simple stare. 

By the time he pulls away from your hand, you let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding. 

“Oh, do you have a fever, my dear?” He asks worriedly, removing one of his gloves to check on the temperature of your forehead after kissing your knuckles out of nowhere while the two of you were lounging on the couch in his office. “Fret not, I can make something that can ease your fever away.” He adds, before standing up and rushes away to make a drink that will help you ease yourself, unaware that he’s the reason for your flustered state.

Ah, the things you’d do for this sweet man of yours. 

The same goes for ALHAITHAM when it comes to kissing you in public. He believes that the two of you kissing on each other’s lips should be private with no one to ruin it or spoil the intimacy, and so you often find him kissing you in other parts instead – specifically, your hands or cheeks. 

It’s rare for him to kiss you in public since he’s not much of a PDA man, but when he does, it happens at a quiet or secluded moment when the world seems to be muted around you two. When Alhaitham finds himself staring at you for too long, he couldn’t help but smoothly put his hand on top of yours, and raises your hand towards his lips to kiss it. 

His turquoise-shaded eyes stay on yours when you look at him, never looking away as you feel his lips on your skin, bringing chills to your spine from the feeling. The way he stares at you is as if he knows your deepest secrets and desires, and knows what sets you off to make your knees become jelly-like.  

It doesn’t help that he’d casually act as if nothing happened after, as if it’s just a casual thing to do (it is, to him), leaving you staring at him with your mouth agape. 

“What? Cat got your tongue?” He asks, hiding a small smirk as he glances at you. 

He definitely knows what he’s doing. 

CAPITANO is a strong man with a physique that could make anyone intimidated – both vision-holders and non-vision holders alike. It’s no doubt that such a powerful man like him would most likely be found in numerous battlefields, bringing the Tsaritsa many victories that she deserves. 

So it’s a strange sight to see said strong man on one knee, holding your hand as he gives it an affectionate kiss. He does it in a way that’s as though you’re a deity worth worshiping. He’s a captain by others, but to you, he’s your knight in shining armor (that’s corrupted by bloodshed and death, but we don’t talk about that here). 

You cannot see the expression he makes, but the way he kisses your hand is enough for you to know how much this man, who had killed so many and left no mercy to his opponents, is soft and caring for you. He kisses with care, as if afraid that you’ll shatter if he doesn’t control his strength. 

It became a custom for him to be on one knee and kiss your hand whenever he comes home to you from another mission – which is perhaps more often than you both like to admit. Despite your insistence that he doesn’t have to do such things, he does it anyway. In a way, it’s his way of apologizing to you for the lost time, and will do anything to make it up to you.

And he always did, with gifts, comfort, and of course, love. 

“I’m home, my love.” He spoke, with a hint of affection in his gruff voice that usually holds so much authority, kissing your hand tenderly.

DILUC is a gentleman by heart, and although he’s seen as the epitome of perfection around Mondstadt, he is seen indoors as a vulnerable man who you dearly care for. For so long, the two of you have found comfort and love within one another in the dimly lit room that you both share in the manor. He’s your warmth, and you’re his pillar. 

In private, where no one could see underneath the aloof and courteous man but you, he’d tiredly wrap his arms around you as he sighed in contentment. It’s normal for a man such as him to be so tired from work, so tired from his duties, and so tired from everything outside of his manor, but he is never tired of you, his beloved spouse who he treasures. He’s a zealous soul who cares not for wealth and materialism, but for the people of Mondstadt and the ones he loves.  

Your hand is often intertwined with his, and he’d bring up your hand up to his lips in the quiet moments of your shared intimacy. To him, your hand is a canvas that he paints with his deep affection and adoration. 

You couldn’t help but soften up as a result, feeling cherished and loved by your beloved man who never fails to make you swoon. 

For Diluc, kissing your hand is more than some simple intimate gesture, but rather a way to honor your pure essence – to show you how grateful he is to have you who has captured his soul in a tight grip that he never wants to leave from. And so, he continues to kiss your hand more, each a testament with a silent vow to love you throughout your lives together. 

“A-Ah.. My bad,” He clears his throat, his ears turning almost as red as his hair, “It seems I almost got carried away.” 

LIPS – Itto, Tartaglia, Kaveh, Kaeya

ITTO is a kind soul at heart, with a fiery passion when it comes to his loved ones – specifically, and with no certain favoritism, you. The oni is not one to shy away from showing you how much he loves you with all of his huge heart, so expect lots of kisses from him! 

The most prominent part that he kisses is of course, your lips. 

For Itto, there is no greater joy than the taste of your lips, each kiss contains joy and love on his end. With his endless energy and passionate spirit, he approached each kiss and affection  with an infectious enthusiasm, eager to lose himself in the overwhelming warmth of your presence and affection. 

In the sweetness of your kiss, he finds it much better than the feeling of sweet victory from a beetle battle, and he couldn’t find himself to remove the pleased grin on his face whenever he gets a kiss from you. 

It’s as if your lips is a magnetic force to his, as he never hesitates to kiss you whenever he could – be it whenever he greets you, whenever he wins a battle, basically every moment with him (a bit of an exaggeration really, but you get what I mean!). 

“My boo boo bear!” He cheers when he sees you in his vision, running up towards you as he instantly gives you a bone-crushing hug, lifting you up with his immense strength regardless of your weight. “I missed you! How was your day?” He asks excitedly, giving you a big smooch! on your lips.

CHILDE is just as fun as Itto – if you excuse his battlelust, of course. Besides his need for an activity or someone to fight with, the prowess fighter is not shy when it comes to giving you what he believes you deserve, which is giving you his undying affection.

He’s an infectious man, who leeches off to your kisses and hugs. He’s a fighter by spirit, but a lover by heart. He’s attentive to your needs, very willing to give you tons of kisses if you ask for it. Of course, even if you didn’t, he’d snatch a kiss or two from you without you expecting it. 

His love is like an unforgiving ocean, often wild and untamed, yet it comes with a fierce and unrelenting passion. In moments between the two of you, he seeks to plant his lips on yours, as though your kiss is a battlefield conquered by him, a well-done victory even. 

With each kiss on your lips is a vow, a vow that he’ll see to it that he gets to see the light of day after every battle, to see you by the end of the tunnel and show you that you won’t lose him that easily. For in your presence, he found his salvation, the arm that reaches out to him to pull him out of the abyss he’s in, guiding him out of the unforgiving ocean that seems to drown him whole. 

And so, he’ll never stop kissing you, regardless of where you are and the circumstances. 

“Were you watching me?” He asks eagerly, running up to you before planting a kiss on your lips, his hands that are scarred from the numerous weapons he held and the battles he fought in find themselves cupping your cheeks. 

When he pulls away, he looks at your eyes with a cheeky grin. “I did great, didn’t I?”

Known for his works and talent, KAVEH is no doubt a respectable man around the land of wisdom and scholars. Many would sing praises to his masterpieces and his original ideas that bring potential to Sumeru. As what a certain scribe would describe him, he is the light of Kshahrewar and a master builder and craftsman. 

However, such a bright reputation hides a man whose heart is tender and emotionally fragile, with too much on his plate. Which is why he is ever so grateful to have you by his side through it all.

For every affection the two of you share, Kaveh feels like the luckiest man in all of Sumeru – no, in Teyvat even. He doesn’t feel like he deserves you, a person who loves him for all that he is. With you, he feels cherished and appreciated even, and you balance his emotional fragility with your presence that seems so encouraging and comforting.

He seeks refuge in your affection, often cupping your cheeks and giving you a kiss. His kisses are frequent, and his lips often find themselves on yours. Each of his kiss is full of love, and there’s no doubt that there seems a desperation laced in it, as if he’s scared that this kiss is his last, and you might be gone before he knew it – just like his loved ones. 

Yet, in the softness of your lips, he found reassurance. He’s reminded that amidst the struggles of his life, your relationship remains timeless and true. Just like how he does with his work, he pours his heart and soul into your relationship together, cherishing the bond that you both have towards one another with  tenderness.

“Thank you.” He said, kissing you on your lips with a look that threatens to crumble. “I know I’ve said it too many times, but I can’t help myself. I really am grateful.” 

When you ask for what he’s thanking you for, he could only give you a smile, a sight that shines far brighter than the sun itself.

“Thank you for staying.”

You’d be lying if you said you’ve always thought you’d end up dating the notorious Cavalry Captain, who is more than often a flirtatious man whenever you’re around. KAEYA is not one who shies away from something, and if it means reminding you every now and then that he’s into you, then so be it!

Every waking moment with Kaeya is a thrilling challenge, and you two often find yourselves in a dance of wits and flirts, with a few glasses of wine and other drinks that the tavern sells. The two of you know how to push the other’s buttons, often playing banters and all. Even when you two are now dating, things are still the same – besides the fact that the two of you are free to kiss one another and often crash at each other’s places. 

Yet underneath such playful flirting and bantering, there’s a deep and abiding connection between the two of you that remains unspoken but welcomed.

Unsurprisingly, Kaeya finds home in your lips. To him, it just felt right. Sure, he likes to kiss your hands and cheeks, but it’s a different story when it comes to your lips. For him, stealing a kiss on your lips is not just an ordinary gesture of affection, but rather a declaration of his unwavering love for you. 

And so, more often than not, he prefers kissing you more on your lips.

With a teasing look and smirk on his face, he’d pull you close towards him without warning, his lips finding yours with an urgency that left you both breathless. There’s often laughter and desire lingering around the privacy of your bedroom, and it was a safe sanctuary that Kaeya finds comfort in. 

His laughter would fade into a whisper of “I love you”’s as he traces his cold fingertips on your face that he loves to see at every waking moment. He cherished these kinds of moments, and he’d be damned if he doesn’t spend each one as if it’s his last. And so, he continues to give you more kisses to drown your sweet laughter, for in your warmth and embrace, he could only find his great happiness and peace. 

“Come on, give me another one.” He chuckles, urging you to let him give you one more kiss before the two of you can sleep in each other’s arms. “Just one more kiss, I promise.”

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[forbiddenmoss]

Part 2

2 hours.

What to do for 2 hours that doesn't lead to worrying about a possible pregnancy.

Feed the chickens. Ah yes the cute little chickens. There is Alice and Gertrude pecking away happily and there is Henrietta proudly showing off her first chicks. Such a good mama hen the motherly instinct came naturally.

Are these maternal instincts? Broodiness? Is this a sign I'm pregnant and I should just sell the farm and run back to the city get on my knees and beg joja for my old life back?

Breathing becomes a challenge like their lungs are being crushed by the possible responsibility. What if it's positive? What if I can't do it? Was the farm a mistake? What if it was all a mistake? With each thought their breathing gets shallower. Faster. Why is everything so bright? So loud? So much?

Their thoughts get interrupted by a leg nudge. Miso. He rubbed against their legs making little chirps for attention. And who are they to refuse miso head scratches? His fur was soft and quite warm from the morning sun. He had changed so much since Marnie first brought him to the farm. He was tiny so small so scared he just hid under the bed for the first couple days. But with time and patience and alot of fresh caught fish he changed he grew now he was like an old friend who slept on there bed and brought them dead birds. They came along way.

The chickens were all happily clucking away. The farm was coming together (thanks to robin) and while it was a slow start they were making a small profit.

It might not be easy but it's not impossible.

You've got this.

8:30 time to walk over to Harvey's. The day was irritating beautiful. Like the beginning of some romance and they were off to meet the love of there life. Well not today. Probably not tomorrow. Today's plan was to go to the doctors, find out if they are pregnant. If they are not off to the saloon to celebrate. If they are PANIC. But it would be negative they were completely over reacting... They had to be.

They were nearly knocked off their feet as they walked face first into Shane who barely responded.

"you better watch where you're going" was all he muttered before walking off like they didn't exist. But that was Shane. Marnie had say not to take it personally but it's hard not to. Leah and Elliot have their little creative group they aren't a part of, Sebastian, Abigail and Sam were nice but it felt out of politeness, Hailey is in a mood over something they done (what it was no one seems to sure), Emily is sweet but they rarely see each other, same with maru, penny doesn't really talk much which just leaves Harvey who they've rarely spoken to but is now the first person to find out they are pregnant. Or they are not pregnant.

Well the clock struck 9:00. The doctors is open.

Luckily the doctors was empty. Maru must not be working today. Harvey was quite chipper happily sorting through papers. When he noticed the farmer and smiled.

"oh hello hello I've been meaning to see you about a check up. I do it with my new patients I'll be a moment just setting u-"

"ithinkimpregnat" it came out quite fast and quite to the point but no point wasting time.

That caught Harvey off guard he stared at them in surprise before quickly composing himself. " O-k ..." Clears throat "ok we can find out for definite have you done an at home test?"

"n-no I'd need to order one from Pierre he doesn't stock medical things and joja mart has them but..." The reality started to sink in again.

"ah yes those tests aren't very reliable they are known for false negatives. If you pop in the back room we can find out the test doesn't take to long"

He gestures to the door leading the way. Through the door. Walk through the door. why is this so difficult need to find out. Today. But what if-

"hey" Harvey's voice snapped them out of it his facial expression soft, gentle he looked so understanding. "If this is to soon we can wait it doesn't have to be today. It's ok take a breath take your time"

Deep breath

"no. I need to know. I'm ready"

[judeswhore]

Bsf!Jude being drunk out his mind and he’s telling you everything on his mind and getting upset when you leave him, touchy, all that. Walking back to your booth with a drunk Jude clinging to your waist and sitting down before he gets you and your friends kicked out because he’s almost caused a fight. he’s just staring at you likes he’s starstruck and when you ask him what’s wrong he’s telling you everything “you’re just so pretty, you go on and on about boys like I’m not right here?? We’re so close anyway, why you don’t you just date me? You even change in front of me too. Oh, and you have nice tits.”

And that’s when you cover his mouth. thank God it was loud in the club because your 2 friends across the table would’ve heard. Imagine if the other 4 were here?? You’re really taking this into deep thought and trying to connect the dots because you’re always changing in front of him and you’ve caught him staring before, you always tell him about boys and he looks uncomfortable and uninterested, plus he hated all your boyfriends and now it’s all making sense.

sitting in his lap bc he doesn’t wna let u go, his arms curled so tight around ur waist while he rests his head against ur shoulder and he’s so quiet for a few minutes, humming quietly at the way ur scratching ur nails over the back of his neck. and ur friends keep throwing u glances bc ur looking more than friendly and they’ve been waiting so long for one of u to just make a move and end the others misery bc it’s obvious youse are stupidly in love (especially jude). ur typing away on ur phone w ur free hand and jude catches sight of an unopened message from a guy he knows you’d recently gone out on a date w and in his drunk state it flips this switch inside of him and he’s lifting his head to frown at u. and ur asking what’s wrong and he’s shaking his head and huffing this little sigh before going on this little rant that leaves u completely stunned into silence. he’s all “it’s like i’m not even here, y’know? i’m ur best friend and i’m here all the time and i’m in love with u but u go on and on abt these guys ur seeing who don’t treat u right and it’s killing me bc i’m right here. you’re just- you’re so pretty, y’know? and i have to watch u get changed in front of me and act like i don’t wna kiss u stupid and god do u know how hard it is trying not to stare at ur tits? u have perfect tits.” and ur slapping a hand over his mouth at that bc there’s no way u want ur friends hearing that part of his confession but ur reeling at everything he’s just said bc how doesn’t he know the only reason u go out w other people is bc u never thought being w him was possible.

not really knowing what to do bc he’s obviously drunk but u also really need to talk abt this but definitely not while he’s in this state so ur just staring at him in silence for a few seconds before telling him “u can’t just admit that like this” and he’s asking why so ur all “bc ur drunk. i say all sorts of bullshit when i’m drunk. i told the barman that i owned a fish shop last week” but jude’s already shaking his head, the groove between his eyebrows getting deeper and he’s like “being drunk doesn’t change my feelings. it makes them worse actually. like right now, all i can think abt is kissing u, i think i might die if i don’t kiss u” and he’s being so dramatic abt it but there’s so much feeling behind his words at the same time and u really just don’t know what to do. deciding that it’s best not to discuss it rn bc u don’t wna get ur hopes up and have him crush them in the morning so ur telling him that this is a conversation for tomorrow and even tho he’s so drunk he half understands so he’s nodding but then a cheeky smile is curving his lips when he asks u “can i get a kiss tho?” and ur just rolling ur eyes and kissing his cheek (much to his dismay) trying to act normal when ur mind is racing from what he’s said and the possibility of what it means

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

Torture Part 2:

𝒍𝒆𝒆: Jisung

𝒍𝒆𝒓: Minho, Jeongin, and Chan

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨! 💗🧋

𝕥𝕨: PLS READ PART 1!!! u won’t be able to understand if you don’t…

𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @dandyboyseungmo @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpages

“And then they wrecked meee!” Seungmin whined. 

Jisung shifted in his seat. His increasingly unbearable lee mood was not being helped by Minnie’s ranting.

“It was torture! That brush thingy almost murdered me-hey, where are you going?” Seungmin asked, vaguely offended that Han was leaving just like that. 

“Ummm I need to water my dog!” Jisheng ran out of the room as fast as possible. 

“Why do you need to water Bbama?!” Seungmin shouted after him. 

Han panted as he ran into Minho’s room. He couldn’t handle it anymore. He needed tickles and he needed it now. 

“Let me guess, you want me to tickle you?” Lee Know asked the second Han sat in front of him. 

Seeing Jisung’s puzzled expression, he explained. “I originally bought that brush tool for you, but you had gone out at the time, so I had to settle for Seungmin.” 

Minho giggled at the blush and pout that the younger sported. “Dear, ticklish Hannie, you will always be my number one lee…” He laughed when Jisung whined and buried his head in the older’s chest. 

“Can you just get it over with…” Jisung whispered. 

“If you can tell me what you want, i’ll tickle you.” Minho teased. 

“Fine. Hyung, please t-tickle me…” Jisung said, he was way too desperate for the tingly feelings to care about the fact that he said the word. 

However, Lee Know was startled at how easily and quickly the younger gave in, and made out the fact that he was probably incredibly needy for tickles. 

“How do you want them?” Minho asked nonchalantly, only flustering the younger more. 

“Can you call Innie?” Jisung asked, just as Chris walked into the room for his phone.

“What do you need, Hannie? Whatever Innie can do, I can help too!” Chan knew that the only thing he couldn’t do was be taller, but he wasn’t gonna mention that. 

“Nothing, Grandpa-” Jisung replied sassily, he just wanted his tickles. 

“Hey! I’m not that old!” Chan defended himself, just to get cut off by Jeongin’s hysterical laughter behind him.

The eldest glared as the maknae wiped an imaginary tear, still giggling. 

“Yah! What was that for?!” Chris screeched, truly offended, and Jisung couldn’t help but burst into laughter himself. 

“Jisung wants to be wrecked, can you help me?” Minho suddenly blurted out, smiling when Jisung slammed a hand over the older’s mouth, ears and face turning beet-red. 

“Awe! Hyung that’s so sweet!” Jeongin cooed, seating himself next to the bright red ace. 

“Ooh! Can I help! Tickling Jisung is so much fun!” Chan practically squealed, laughing when Hannie whined yet again, mumbling at them to shut up. 

Within 5 seconds, Jisung was pinned down to the bed, and fingers were rapidly digging into his sides in a vigor even the ace couldn’t keep up with it. 

“NO! wahahahait! PLEASE STOP!” He yelled. 

The fingers stopped at once. “Can you use that thingy…” Hannie mumbled. 

Lee Know almost squealed out of excitement. He fished the brush out of his drawer and used the strap to attach it to…wait, where did Jisung want it?

“there please.” Jisung freed one of his hands to point at his belly button. 

“Are you sure? It’s pretty intense.” Lee Know seemed worried. 

“How about we start…here!” Chan helped Minho pass the strap around, attaching the brush to Jisung’s third-highest rib. 

Meanwhile, Han could not stop giggling for the life of him. 

Was it the anticipation, or the feeling of their hands snaking under his shirt to attach the brush? He had no clue.

When the others were done, they each grabbed an arm and pulled it above Han’s head while Innie took his seat on Jisung’s legs. 

The boy squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the sensations to overtake his body. He waited, and waited, and waited…

“Hyung don’t tease me!” Hannie whined, pouting when Minho cackled before grabbing the little remote. 

“So…what setting…” Minho grinned as Jisung  almost sobbed in frustration, his face going even redder. 

Without Han even being prepared, or ready for the sensation, Minho turned on the little brush, clicking the button quietly with his finger. 

“What are you pl-OHOHO MY GOHOHOD HYUHUHUNG?!” Han was thrown into hysterical laughter immediately, much to the delight of the three lers. 

“AHAHAHAHA IHITS TOO MUHUHUCH! TOOHOHO MUHUHUCH!” Jisung begged desperately, already reduced to tears. 

He swore he had never felt more ticklish in his whole life. 

Until the three others decided to descend their fingers on different spots in Jisung’s body, driving the boy absolutely insane. 

Han let out the loudest high-pitched squeal ever, leaving all the lers’ eardrums ringing. 

“Agh! Why are you so loud hyung?!” Jeongin dug in deeper as a punishment, and Jisung sobbed as he laughed desperately. 

He was a thrashing, shaking, wrecked mess within a minute, his hair was wild and his face was burning a bright red. Tears had already soaked the collar of his shirt. 

Just within 2 minutes, his laughter went so silent, so silent that there wasn’t even a noise coming out of his throat. 

Han became overstimulated with the tickles, and just lay there while the three pairs of hands roamed his body. 

He felt amazing. And so so happy. 

He was so agitated by the feelings, he became desensitized to the tickling, and he just lay there panting while the others let up for a break, Minho switching off the brush as to not overwhelm the boy. 

“I don’t think i’ve ever wrecked him this hard…” Lee Know was immediately worried for the younger, afraid that he had gone too far…that he had hurt him. 

Jisung lay there, his brain so fuzzy he probably couldn’t think of anything else. He was so exhausted, but he had never felt happier. 

But he wasn’t fully satisfied. 

“Hyung…” He cried out meekly for Chan, and the older was incredibly frightened when Han sounded so tired. 

He whispered something into Chris’s ear, and the older’s face lit up immediately in surprise. 

“What? What did he say?” Lee Know asked. 

“He wants us to tickle him harder…” Chan was almost in disbelief, all three lers stared at Jisung, who’s face was slowly getting redder by the second. 

“Stop staring! It’s too flustering!” Jisung whined, burying his face in his hands. 

He managed to fluster Minho, who’s ler mood was driving him mad. The older boy was staring in shock, unable to say anything, or stop staring. 

‘Hey! How come IM flustered?! I’m the ler!’ His brain told him. 

Lee Know couldn’t help it. He suddenly felt a surge of confidence, and he leaned over to whisper in Jisung’s ear. 

“How hard do you want us to wreck you? Until you cry?” He grinned when Hannie nodded aggressively. 

“Or do you want us to go until you start to forget your own name?~” 

Minho watched as Han’s ears radiated heat, eyes widened and his heart rate picked up. 

Jisung let out an embarrassingly loud squeak, only to bury his head in his hands and nod faintly. 

Lee Know immediately shoved the younger into the bed, back up, and dug harshly into the lee’s ribs, loving the scream of laughter he produced. 

Chan and Jeongin followed his lead, digging their hands into whatever spot they could reach, quickly driving the ace up a wall. 

Lee Know turned on the brush tool and ran it along the lee’s side, loving the screech that Jisung let out from the unexpectedness of the attack. 

Minho tossed the tool to Chan, knowing Jisung wouldn’t expect what came next. 

The second Han threw his hand back to try and stop the attack, Chris stuck the tool right in his underarm, drawing light circles that had the lee crying out for mercy. 

“HYUUUUUNG! HAHAHA! GEHEHET IHIHIT OUHOUT OF THEHEHERE!” 

The ace tried to clamp his arms to his sides to make it a little harder, but he had just trapped the tool in his underarm. 

Soon enough, Innie snatched the tool out of Jisung’s armpit, buzzing it against the back of Jisung’s knees. 

“AHAHAHA! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE! HEHEHE!” Han was going crazy, his back was arched and he had the widest, most irreversible gummy smile on his face. 

He managed to scream one last time before his laughter cut out completely, voice too tired to beg anymore. 

Jeongin kept switching between using the brush on Jisung’s knees and his feet, and every time he switched, the lee screamed and his laughter went silent yet again. 

Chan’s fingers were still tickling Jisung’s thighs, and Minho continued to attack the younger’s ribs. 

Innie pressed the brush to the arch of Jisung’s right sole, expecting a reaction, but was worried when the older made no sound at all. 

“Oh. My. God!” Chan screeched when Jisung slumped underneath them, falling into a grin-filled sleep. 

“WE KILLED HIM!” Innie screamed, frightened. 

“Oh calm down. He’s just fainted. He loved it…he’ll wake up in a few.” Minho informed them, scooping the boy into his arms and pressing a kiss to the top of his head. 

“He better….” Chan replied, grabbing Innie around the waist and walking to the next room. 

“Hyung…” Hannie had woken up, burying himself further into Minho’s chest. 

“You okay Hannie?” Lee Know had to check. 

“Yeah…I’m fine.” Han replied, taking in the comforting warmth of his hyung’s hug. 

Comfortable silence was heard throughout the room, only filled with the sounds of Jisung’s heavy breathing. 

“I loved that-“ Jisung started.

“Yeah, I bet you did~” Minho teased. 

“Oh, shut it. Can we do that again some other time? Maybe not the fainting part, but-”

“Of course Hannie! Anytime, for you.”

“The real question, though, is are you sensitive to the brush?”

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[call-mi-jinx]

Dave Lizewski X Reader - Social Suicide (Part 2)

summary - you’re were failing calculus so your teacher gives you a tutor, dave lizewski.

warnings - 18!dave, 18!reader, bitch!reader, mentions of injury, implied violence

Main Masterlist Dave Lizewski Masterlist Series Masterlist

a/n - hiya girlies! im on a writing rampage at the moment, so here’s part 2! hope u enjoy! ta ta my lovelies xx

dave lizewski x popular!reader

part 1 part 3 part 4

It has been about a month since Dave started tutoring you. He always comes to your house twice a week, every Friday and Sunday at 5 o’clock on the dot. Your grades were improving, all because of his help. You were grateful for him.

You now made sure you were always free on Fridays and Sundays. You’ve grown to love the time you spend with him. Possibly a little bit of a crush on him as well. But you don’t tell anyone.

Tonight, he’s late. One hour and thirty five minutes late to be exact. You’re worried. You’ve messaged him three times but to no avail.

You have been pacing around your room for the whole time he’s been late. How had you grown so fond of him in only a month?

Just a month ago you wouldn’t even look his way, let alone spend time with him. But now, you can’t go a day without messaging him. Or thinking about him. Maybe it wasn’t such a little crush after all.

You hear your phone ding. You practically run to your phone and open the notification as fast as you could. It was Dave.

hey y/n, im rlly sorry for being late but i can’t come at all tonight, my dad wants me to stay home with all the crime going on. sorry :(

Your heart sank. You were really looking forward to seeing him tonight. You quickly sent a message back.

that’s okay dave dw, just tell me sooner next time pls

The next week or two consisted of the same thing. Him being late and texting fucking AGES after 5 with a shitty excuse. You were growing tired. What the fuck could he be doing that’s more important than me? You always asked yourself.

Now it’s been three weeks. Excuse after excuse. You were growing tired. You need to talk to him. Ask him why he’s been avoiding you and lying. You know the excuses he uses aren’t true whatsoever.

You were taking laps around the school. Looking forward Dave. You were losing hope. You had taken about 6 laps of the whole entire school.

Until you saw him.

He was at his locker, probably grabbing books. You began to walk to him, picking up the pace when you saw him close his locker.

“Dave!” You shout to him. He turns, sees it’s you then makes a run for it. You begin running yourself, luckily you run every day so it was nothing for you. But Dave was pretty fast.

You were catching up to him, you grabbed his backpack, pulled it backwards then slammed him into the wall. You quickly looked around and saw you were behind the school.

“Why the fuck have you been avoiding me?” At first you were sad, but now you were pissed. Because in the time you and Dave have spent together, you opened up to him. You had no clue why but you had told him things not even Haley knew and she was your best friend.

Dave didn’t know what to say, his mouth opens and closes like a fish yearning to be put back into water. You grew more pissed with his silence.

“Answer me!” You hadn’t even spoken to him like this. But you have never been so upset. After you open up to him the way you did and then he just completely blanks you?

“I-I can’t tell you!” He blurts out. The fuck? What does he mean by that? “If I could tell you, I would. P-please believe me. All I can say is it’s for your own safety.”

You don’t even say a word and storm off. If he couldn’t tell you then there’s no point pushing. You just decided to give up. On him too. Although you wouldn’t be able to get over the crush on him.

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It’s been three weeks since you last spoke to Dave. Your grades were slipping back to where they used to be. You refused to talk to Dave but he was the only one that could help you improve.

It’s Saturday. You were going to go to another party with Haley. But this thing with Dave has affected you more than you thought it would. You really like him. But he hurt you.

Currently, you’re trying to get back up to speed with calculus. But boy was it hard. You don’t understand it whatsoever. You feel like you’re reading a foreign language when you look at it.

As you were about to give up, you heard a knock on your window. You look up and see Dave. You ignore him, and the fact he’s at your window of all places. But he knocks at your window again.

“Y/N, please! I really need you right now…” you hear his muffled voice through the window. He sounds desperate. You groan and roll your eyes as you get up and open your window.

“What do you want David?” Your voice is laced with venom, you don’t even look him in the eyes.

“I just need a place to stay. Not for long.” He winces as he talks. “Please, you’re the only person I trust right now.” The look in his eyes makes you want to wrap your arms around comfort him, but he hurt you. So all you do is open the window more and go back to your bed.

As he climbs in, you see he’s wearing a green and yellow suit. What the fuck? It kinda looks like the suit Kick-Ass wears. But that’s gotta be a coincidence.

“Why are you wearing that?” He doesn’t answer, you look closer at the suit and it’s covered in blood. You eyes widen and worry takes over your body. He was Kick-Ass. But that didn’t matter right now, Dave was hurt. Badly.

“Oh my god Dave! What happened to you?” You kneel down in front of him and cup his cheeks in your hands.

“C-can you just help me? I’ll tell you, a-at some point.” You nod your head and hurry into your bathroom attached to your room and retrieve the first-aid kit from the cupboard under your sink and rush back to Dave.

“Can you get up? It’ll be easier for me to help if you’re on my bed.” He nods, he tries to get up but winces in pain and falls back to the floor. He tries again and this time you help him up and walk him over to your bed.

You open up your first-aid kit and take out the rubbing alcohol and cotton pads.

“I’m gonna need you to take the top half off Dave. To see how bad it is and to actually help.” He nods and unzips the back of his suit and pulls it down.

My god he was ripped. You couldn’t look away. He looked like a Greek god. Carved from angels tears by God himself. The heavens took their time with him. You thought to yourself.

You shake your head, getting yourself out of the thoughts you were having. You doused the cotton pad in your hand with the rubbing alcohol and begin to clean the cuts all over his torso. He sucks in a breath through his teeth every time the cotton pad touches his cuts.

After you cleaned and bandaged all the cuts and scrapes, you put your first-aid kit away and sit in front of Dave.

“Can you please tell me why the fuck you’re wearing that? Or what happened to you at least?” You look at him with worry and desperation in your eyes.

He goes to start speaking but stops himself. He tries again but stops. He was trying to find the words. He wanted to tell you absolutely everything. But he couldn’t. Not yet.

“Y/N…” He looks at you with longing. You see that he wants to tell you but can’t. Won’t.

“It’s okay Dave… I know you can’t tell me. Please just whatever you do, be careful. You’re my friend. I don’t like seeing my friends get hurt.” It hurt you to say friend. You wanted to be more than just friends. But if he can’t open up to you like you’ve opened up to him, then it won’t happen. You don’t want to be in a relationship without honesty.

Not again.

[whatevertheweather]

an ask game for writers to procrastinate working on your WIP(s)

Thank you for the tags @bookish-bogwitch @aristocratic-otter @youarenevertooold I've been in search of ways to procrastinate <3

1. 🦈Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s):

I'll go with one that isn't being posted yet: Callous.

2. 🍄Describe your WIP/one of your WIP(s) in the format of “___ + ___ =___”

Touch starvation + poor communication = Baz's No Good Very Bad Night

3. 🌍What tags or warnings will one of your WIP(s) need if you intend to share it?

PTSD, disassociation, and, uh, emotional hurt/comfort?

4. 🧭An alternative title to one of your WIP(s)?

Bold of anyone to assume I'm good enough at coming up with titles that I have multiple to choose from. Oh! But actually I do for Bait and Switch, thanks to Dre brainstorming fishing idioms with me. There were 4 alternatives, but my favorite is All is Fish, because it makes no fucking sense.

5. ⚠️Which WIP your most likely to finish or update next?

It had better be Musical Chairs.

6. 💾What is your document of your WIP/ a WIP called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as)

In an uncommon turn of events, I only have one (active) WIP right now that's not already named as it will be posted, and that's "yeah sure let's just write some shit that's way later and not finish the other that's fine"

7. 🖍Post Any sentence(s) from your WIP.

It’s just…there’s also some deer in the headlights energy to him, which, mixed with the general aura of barely tamed violence, is throwing Shepard off. Truly, it’s been a good long while since he’s done this kind of pinballing over what he’s seeing when he looks at someone.

He does know what he’s seeing when he looks back at Simon. It’s the sort of face that has him politely averting his eyes to examine the bland thread of Simon’s shirt instead. He thinks walking in on the two of them tangled up without a stitch of clothing wouldn’t feel half as intrusive as looking at that expression did.

8. ♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP.

I had to abandon about a page of the above misnamed WIP (now to be succinctly abbreviated as YSLJWSSTWLANFTOTF) because it no longer fits the tone of the rest of the fic at all, which is sad because it made me laugh. It's too long to put here in its entirety, but here's part of one line, which shall function as the dead darling's eulogy: "I know you have a dick, Baz, I’ve fucking well been thinking about it!”

9. 🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

Okay there's one I don't want to say much about because, selfishly, I want to be the one to write it, but it's related to truth spells. (Technically I've started it because there's a document with 10 scattered lines of dialogue, but I haven't started it started it.)

10. 🤡How many WIPS are you actively working on?

I'm trying to focus on 3, but I might have to say 4 here.

11. 🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

I have rewritten the same 4 pages of Musical Chairs about 5 times. It's absurd. I know what's going to happen, I have the ending written, I have almost everything that gets us there written, and yet this section is u n d o i n g me.

12. ❤️Not a question, just a second Kudos to send.

I'm gonna take that as me sending kudos to all these lovely people: @cutestkilla @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @artsyunderstudy @fatalfangirl @whogaveyoupermission @iamamythologicalcreature @thewholelemon @facewithoutheart @martsonmars @ileadacharmedlife @ivelovedhimthroughworse @larkral

[bellysoupset]

OMG, I love Vince taking care of Leo even though he's in pain. In my opinion, their friendship is EVERYTHING!!

I really want to see when Jonah comes home and is like "What the--?" and he takes care of Leo before Vince admits that he's in a lot of pain and Jon helps him then. And if Jonah is really tired after a long day and gets to cuddle with Leo after he's done taking care of Vince or something like that.

Alright, alright! Part 2 - No emeto, just lots of hurt/comfort.

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Lucas: How are they?? If you need I can come over, I'm feeling better now

Lucas: Jon answer me pls

Lucas: Vin isn't picking up his phone and i'm worried

Lucas: oh nvm. you're still at work

Lucas: 😅😅😅 sorry

Lucas: please text me once u get home, i wanna know about them

Jonah stared at the string of texts as he removed his white doctor coat and folded it, putting it away in his bag. This was... Worrying.

He clicked out of Lucas' conversation and onto Leo's contact. Leo's last text had been that morning, him saying they were going out to the community baseball game. Maybe Lucas didn't know? Maybe he hadn't been invited?

He clicked out again, then on Vin's contact. There was no green dot next to his picture. His last text had been three days before, a picture he had taken of Leo, passed out on the dinner table, with the books all around him.

This was all very weird.

He was already concerned, made worse when he got home and Leo's car wasn't in it's designated parking spot. So they were still out?

Jonah fished out his phone again, clicking on Leo's contact and calling as soon as the elevator came to a stop on his floor. Only to hear the phone ringing through the door.

Had Leo forgotten the phone home?

He pushed the door open, "Leo? Vin?"

There was a groan and Jonah quickly hit the end-call button, setting his work bag on the floor and walking to the living room area.

Vince had Leo's head on his lap and the blonde seemed to be asleep. He was a shade paler than normal and curled up on himself.

"What the---?" Jon started to ask, but Vince shushed him by pressing a finger to his own lips.

"Casper the friendly ghost here is allergic to sun," he whispered, teasingly and Jonah raised his eyebrows, sitting on the edge of the couch.

"What happened?" he whispered back, studying them both. Vince also looked his own share of awful: he was pale and clammy, pained lines next to his eyes.

"He got heatstroke when we were out in the game. Luke drove us back."

"How long ago?"

"A couple hours."

Jonah hummed, then reached in so he could touch Leo's neck and cheek. His skin was still worryingly dry, "did he pass out?"

"Almost. Threw up a bunch."

Jon sighed, then touched his boyfriend's shoulder, gently, "Leo," he whispered, shaking him lightly, "baby, wake up."

It took some more shaking, but then Leo opened his eyes, blinking quickly to situate himself. He rolled onto his back, head still on Vin's lap and groaned.

"Welcome to the land of the living, Casper," Vince teased lightly, a big hand pushing his blonde hair back and Leo closed his eyes, almost drifting back to sleep, wasn't it for Jon tapping his arm.

"Leo," he called, a little stronger, "you're still super dehydrated, baby, I need you to drink some water for me."

"Uhm, no," Leo grimaced, rolling away from him and shoving his face on Vince's stomach, causing the man to wince. Jonah studied Vin's face, making a mental note to check up on him in a bit, then grabbed his boyfriend's arm, forcing him to roll back around.

"Yes," he said strongly, "you need some water in you and a cold bath, c'mon."

"Not gonna stay down, my stomach hurts," Leo groaned, wrapping his arm around his belly and squeezing, "please, Jon-"

"Sorry, love, no can do," Jonah said in a sympathetic manner, then grabbed both his arms, pulling Leo on a sitting down position. The blonde groaned again and fell forward, as if he had no strength on his spine, forehead meeting Jon's chest.

"I really don't feel well, Jon."

"I know, baby, I know. This is going to help," he moved to wrap an arm around Leo's waist and then threw the man's right arm around his shoulders, pulling him up, "c'mon, Leo."

"Hold on," Vince said, using the couch to pull himself up.

"Sit back down, I can handle h-" Jonah started to say, only to be forced to swallow those words down as Leo gagged softly next to him, whole body jerking with an empty heave.

"I'll sit down in a moment," Vin said, his voice strained, and used his good arm to hold on to Leo, "c'mon, let's get him to the bathroom."

It was no easy feat: between Leo's nauseous, dizzy state and Vince's limping, punctuated by hisses, they took almost ten minutes to fully get Leo inside the master suite's bathroom and undressed down to his boxers.

"Jon," Leo moaned, his head lolling like a baby's and forehead meeting his boyfriend's bicep, "Jon, this is awful."

"Yeah, but you're gonna be fine in no time," Jon said, turning up the water. All of the cold tap, a little bit of the warm, in order to avoid the thermic shock, "how's your stomach?"

"Queasy," Leo sighed, then slid down the bathtub, relief appearing on his face, "uhm, this feels nice."

"I know," Jon said in a fond manner, kissing the top of his head, "I'm going to get you some water, alright?" he glanced past his shoulder, to where Vince had sat down heavily on the closed toilet and was panting for air, "can you keep an eye on him? Just so he doesn't drown."

"Yeah, don't worry," Vince said, raising a thumb up and Jonah rolled his eyes. He was beyond worried.

Against his will he stepped out of the bathroom and got to it. He removed the comforter from their bed and turned on the A/C, to chill down the room, then went to the kitchen. Instead of water he grabbed a gatorade bottle and then, just for precaution, a bucket in the laundry room. He returned to the bedroom and put both items next to the bed, then laid down the largest towel they had on the bed, with another one on top just to be sure.

He entered the bathroom back again and snorted. Leo seemed to have fallen asleep once more and Vince was leaning back on the toilet, mask slipping since there was no one to see him. His face was wrinkled with pain.

"What hurts?" Jon asked, deciding Leo wasn't as urgent as long as he didn't slip and drown in the tub, crouching before Vince.

"Nothing," he opened his eyes and they did him a disservice, with how red they were, "just due my meds I guess."

"You're way due your meds," Jon agreed, then pushed Vince's arm out of the way and his shirt up, "and I think you burst one stitch."

"Just my luck," Vince scoffed, rubbing a hand over his face, "I'm fine, Jon-"

"Are you nauseous?" Jonah frowned at him, ignoring the reassuring lies, "you look a little green."

"It's just the pain," Vince sighed, "I'm fine-"

"Did you eat anything today? You can't take the pills on an empty stomach."

Vince's mouth snapped shut and then he winced, shaking his head no, "neither of us did. We were going out to eat after the game, but..." he trailed off, shrugged and then hissed, since he had forgotten about the wounded shoulder.

"Got it," Jonah sighed, then patted Vince's thigh, "c'mon, lean on me. Let's get you in your room."

"But Leo-"

"Isn't going anywhere, we'll be quick," Jon got up from his crouched down position and let Vince drape his good arm around his shoulders, huffing with his weight. Even if Vince looked considerably skinny now, he was still a giant.

They stumbled back to the guest room, that Vin had completely taken over and Jonah tried to gently put him down, but basically they both fell into bed. Vince let out a groan, his back melting against the pillows.

"Better..."

"Okay, hang in there. I'm gonna get you something to eat, I just need to move Leo first."

"You should've let me help, he's basically boneless."

"I can figure," Jon rolled his eyes, "stay put. try getting out of the shirt while I check on him."

He rushed back to the bathroom, but Leo was still in the same exact position, chest rising and falling comfortably now that he was in the cold water.

Jon sighed, deciding he was not going to drown if left alone and rushed back out.

"I got you a sandwich," Jon said, walking into the room and holding it out. He raised an eyebrow, "you actually manage to strip the shirt on your own, I'm impressed."

Vince cracked a pained smile, "the little buttons are a pain in the ass, but they're not impossible..." he grimaced as he glanced the sandwich, "do I have to?"

"If you want to take the painkillers, yeah," Jon rolled his eyes, passing him the sandwich, "small bites, okay? I'm sure part of the nausea is because you didn't eat today."

"Maybe..." Vince sighed, taking the tiniest, daintiest bite, "so doc?"

"You definitely burst a stitch," Jonah winced in sympathy, "but I can shut it with a butterfly bandage, at least until tomorrow for your check up."

"Don't remind me," Vince groaned, queasiness written all over his face.

"Your foot can't be feeling good," Jonah mumbled, grabbing a spare pillow and putting it under Vince's left calf, elevating the foot, "with all the jumping around... How are your ribs?"

"I'll live."

"So hurting like a bitch," Jon extrapolated, causing his friend to snort and take another bite, not confirming or denying.

"Eat your sandwich. I'm gonna be right back... Please, try to keep it down."

"Yes, don't worry," Vince mumbled, shooing him off.

Jon rolled his shoulders. They were stiff with tension already.

Leo had woken up or was starting to, just as Jon walked into the bathroom. He smiled, getting a glimpse of the exact moment Leo realized he was there and his whole body relaxed.

"Hey..." he said, voice scratchy, "I feel better."

"Good," Jon smiled, sitting on the edge of the tub, "scared the hell out of me, baby."

"Sorry," Leo sighed, then touched his forehead and frowned, "is there... Sand in my hair?"

"Dried sweat," Jonah cringed, "c'mon, move, let me wash your hair."

He stripped the pants down and moved behind Leo, sitting on the edge of the tub and using the shower head to wet it. The cold water caused the blonde to shudder.

"This feels amazing."

"I can imagine..." Jonah grabbed the bottle of shampoo sitting inside the shower glass stall, having to stretch to grab it, then put a dollop on top of Leo's greasy hair, starting to work it in.

"Oh, I get to use your fancy shampoo today?" Leo teased as he smelled it, "you were really scared, uh?"

Jonah rolled his eyes, "shut up, Leo," he said with a smile, rubbing his fingertips on his scalp with a little more force and eliciting a moan.

He washed the shampoo off, then combed conditioner through it, despite Leo scoffing and saying he never used conditioner and didn't need it.

"Okay, feels better now?"

"Much," Leo sighed, running a hand through his now clean hair, "thank you, Jon..."

"Let's get you in bed, you need to drink something. Eat too," Jonah said, getting out of the tub and drying his feet on the mat, "here, hold on to me."

Leo held on his shoulders to get up, almost falling and trembling like a puppy as Jon wrapped the large towel around him, helping him stumble to the bedroom.

"I'm cold now..."

"Good," Jonah said, going through his clothes and then pushing Leo's arms up, shoving a sweater down his head, "how's your stomach feeling?"

"Better," Leo sighed, then glared down at his lap, "Was Vince... Did Vince see me naked?" his face burned red and Jonah chuckled.

"You've seen Vince's dick more than mine lately, he can live having seen yours once," Jon scoffed, holding out a pair of boxers to him, "lie down, I'm gonna check on him and get you something to eat."

"Get something for you too..." Leo yawned against his hand, "what time is it?"

"No idea," Jonah shrugged, walking to the door, "almost eight?"

Which meant Vince had missed two doses of painkillers. No wonder he was so pasty.

Jonah walked back in the guest room and noticed the sandwich was gone and the water bottle had moved, "I already took the meds," Vince said sleepily, "two of 'em."

"Two?" Jonah groaned, pinching his nose bridge, "Vince, you're not supposed to double dose when you miss one..."

"Uhm," he blinked heavily, "it hurt, though..."

Jon sighed, grabbing the pill bottle and trying to remember just how worried he should be with this medication in particular. Deciding it wasn't that much of a big deal, he tugged at the blanket and threw it over Vince's legs, opening the bedside table's drawer - which had become a mini hospital - and grabbing a strip of butterfly bandages.

"Turn, let me put this one down... It's gonna pinch a little," he said, manhandling Vince to face him and pinching the burst stitch together, gluing it shut. Jon pulled back, "you're good? You need anything?"

"I'm fine, thanks..." Vince's voice was all soft and sleepy, "how's Leo?"

"Much better," Jonah smiled, "get some rest..."

"Uhum," Vince yawned, head falling to the side, the double dosages of painkillers hitting him like a truck.

Jonah rolled his eyes at the sight and continued on, despite his whole body wishing he would just stop.

He grabbed a cup of instant noodles in the kitchen and heated up some soup for Leo, yawning against his fist as he waited for both to be ready. In the meantime he texted Lucas back.

Jon: i'm home, they're both fine.

He pressed send and immediately shut his phone off, not in the mood to handle Luke's hysterics at the moment. Then went back to his bedroom, now holding a bowl of soup and his own super hot cup-noodles.

"I thought you hated those," Leo said, yawning as he walked in.

"I do, but I'm too lazy to cook now," Jonah passed him the soup, "eat slowly, you don't wanna throw it back up."

"I'm fine now, I swear," Leo said, stirring the soup, "how's Vin?"

"High as a kite," Jonah snickered, getting in bed and starting to eat, moving as close to Leo as he could. He felt his boyfriend slump against him, resting his head on Jon's shoulder.

"Thank you," he said softly, turning his head to press a kiss on his shoulder, "for taking care of us."

Jonah's cheeks burned and he opted for kissing Leo's forehead, instead of answering.

[blahparsec]

I pulled myself out of a swamp. 

There was no time for hesitation or self-doubt no more. 6 years ago. something clicked in my brain. I had to get out. Not for myself, but the small child, who’s hand was firmly clenched in mine, not letting go, she deserves a better life. I had to get her out.

I carved my own path through the thick vegetation. The overgrowth I was fighting with was modelled to me by the elders of my past. As a child, I copied their workflows and imprinted all this mess inside of me, and now I had to get out. Out the labyrinth of jungle so thick that no light passes through. A path that nobody showed me before, a workflow I found through books of countless humans doing the same thing - called therapy - a path one learns through as one goes along. Where there was a wall, I learned to climb over. Where there was an obstacle I learned to go around. Where there was a dead end, I learned to carve my way through. When I fell, I learned to stand up. When I failed I learned to try again. When I fell apart, I learned to support myself. Every tree needed to be understood, seen and accepted, every branch loved every leaf told: thank you, there was a reason why you exist, but now I’m safe so I have to let go of you and set you free.

After 3 years of hard work we reach the ocean, I think we are finally free... from the chains of plants that were tryna suck us back in were all just a bad dream, I pulled us out. We could put it all behind us and relax. We are on the shore. We breathe clean air and see far far away and cook dinners on outdoor fire, watch sunsets every day... We learned how to happy. 2 years pass.

I know our journey isn’t over. Our path leads into the ocean. I’m worried it might not be safe, but I take her along, cuz I promised I’d never leave her behind anymore. Suspend myself underwater, it’s calm and peaceful, I am mesmerized by the beauty. Dolphins and whales floating around and she plays with them day in day out. beams of light cutting through water.... this is so new In May - an earthquake. The water is set on fire, with the eruption of the volcano, it’s oozing lava and damaging the coral reefs! fire rain upwards underwater! sea mammals and fishes in distress and panic! I have to find the source of this thing....I search for it, go deeper and deeper, it’s gotta be somewhere here.. I travel, employ underwater maps in aid of my navigation... Some fishes eager to help show me the way. Finally, I see something glowing right at a very bottom of the ocean. I get closer. On a sea bed sat at the deepest part of me a huge blue sphere, occulant and iridescent with metallic overglows, swirling inside of it is the darkness itself. I stare into it, it stares back. It’s the core of my attachment to life. The Phantasy Bond to my father.

The idea that I am bad and you were good. The idea that it was all my fault. It has to stay this way, because if I am bad then that means I can get better, right? I can make things right eventually. As long as I don’t stop trying, I never loose. Then nothing is lost. Then things can get turned around. I’ll find a way through! If there isn’t one, I’ll create one! I will never give up! I’ll never go back to the jungle! I have to hold on to this, as it is the core of who I am. All this was burried at the bottom of the ocean my entire life. So many layers of the jungle cut through and peeled off to make my way here.

This is devastating. I know I have to let go of the sphere. It is at the very core of suffering of all sea creatures inside of my ocean. No no no no absolutely not, I won’t, I can’t. This will not. Go fuck yourself. It’s the source of the only light I ever knew. I will protect it at all costs and anyone who attempts to mess with it can walk off of a fucking cliff. This things stays unchanged right where it belongs! Fuck u. Call me the bad one. I gotta be the bad one. I refuse to accept that this damage was just damage, and was of no use at all. I refuse to accept that this was just unfortunate and devastating for no reason whatsoever. I refuse to accept that this thing is bigger than me and there is nothing I can do, and I just gotta what? flush it down the toilet? u what now? You know nothing. I can’t accept that the source of all my light is just a snake that perpetually eats it’s own tail. What the fuck. I refuse this horror and choose denial. I don’t know what to do. I am not letting go of the sphere. This sphere is the creator of all happy parts of me. There won’t be anything left of me if this thing gets destroyed. And how would I destroy it anyway? I don’t know what do with this thing.

So I sit with it. I understand this is a problem. And at the level that I am at, I am unable to solve it or even know where to start. I just have to trust that my future self will know what to do. How to let go. So I sit with it. 3 months pass.

I sit with it and allow it to be. I look at it. 

I watch it closely, I watch and listen to it breathe.

Now I get really close. I can feel it’s breath on my chest. It’s throbbing, it’s throbbing with pain. And then a thought suddenly hits me. I hug it, this huge thing, easily 7700 sizes of me. I give it the biggest hug I can. And a little bit of the darkness seeps out and gets absorbed into me. Just a tiny bit. I metabolize it and breathe out the dark bubbles. The desert of pain has one sandgrain less now. I finally understand. This thing just needs a 770 million hugs. Fuck. This shit is so fucking simple, it makes me laugh.:)

The reality is so much more simple than I imagines:)

Let the next 10 years of my life roll on.

[darkdevasofdestruction]

An Angel and A Demon ~ Pyramid Head x Reader

Update 2: My laptop restarted when I was in the middle of writing this, and trust me when I say it, I am positively pissed off, and I want to end my days, that's how bad of a day this was.

And I didn't leave the house.

That says a lot about today...

Update 1: But, without further ado, I was half-way writing this story, and I received this ask, and let me tell you...

helloooo, i absolutely adored the fanfics you wrote about kazan and danny🥺 could i request one where pyramid head is just really whipped for and in love with the survivor! reader but he doesnt know how to announce it to them so he brings her random ,,gifts" in and outside the trials and protecting her bc well, im pretty sure he cant speak so he doesnt really have any other options on how to express his feelings??

I live for it.

Bless you for sending me this, it's the reason I'm still sane right now.

I love you, baby-cakes.

Update 3: I want to kill myself so bad. Just smash my head on a wall until it explodes or sth. I was so happy with how this imagine turned out, only fuck fucking tumblr to just fucking delete EVERYTHING just as I was about to put the last gif and hit POST NOW.

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For the 5th time writing this :

FUCKMEDADDY - but this time - FUCKMYBRAINSOUTPLEASEIWANNADIE

Thanks.

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Hell - What was that place, anyway?

Some would describe it as an infinite ocean of flames and lava, where it's eternally melting-hot, and a bunch of hooved, horned, tailed red demons torture you with acid, with their red pitch forks, or boil you alive in their cauldron for soup. Or maybe you just get tortured by Stalin, who knows?

But never would have anyone thought that 'Hell' could look so...Normal. Well, normal in a very demolished, desolate, ravished way, but still...Normal, by human standards. Albeit, the never-ending loop of madness, anguish, agony and desperation of getting killed in different gruesome ways or fleeing for their lives and feeling a myriad of emotions pumping adrenaline through their veins so badly that their anxiety-meter skyrocketed to abnormal levels.

All this darkness, this hatred, this...Everything...It changed all the survivors. They became selfish, stubborn, rude, some even went as far as to sacrifice their fellow survivors in trials, just so they could survive. It was a complete mayhem that defied all kinds of reason, normality, morality or even ethics. Everyone became devoid of any laws that used to bind them to their humane sides, and now, you weren't sure if the killers were saner than the survivors or not.

But even in this abyss where you couldn't even see your hand in front of your very eyes, there was a little star - A beautiful angel radiating brightness and warmth, someone who was somehow able to guide everyone's straying souls with her benevolence.

In reality, she was merely a survivor, not the little lantern from an angler fish's head, but she treated everyone with such an untainted kindness...It was beautiful, and yet, unrequited for most parts. Everyone was still putting their own lives above all - And who could condemn them? - Perhaps their cowardice, for the girl preferred to save her fellow survivors as much as possible, even if that oftentimes assured her place on the hook, to be a sacrificial lamb for the Entity.

On the other hand, she rarely ended up on the hook - Most killers prefer to kill her themselves, instead of letting her become pray for the horrible Entity who tortured so many of them for refusing to cooperate - The Trapper, Evan MacMillan - He knew the best, with those hooks digging into his flesh, impossible to extract. He was the first to protect this girl. It wasn't much, but if he had to, he'd rather give her a swift, painless death, than seeing her without that serene, angelic smile on her face, as the Entity feeds on the last bits of her soul's beauty, the last parts of her humanity.

The other Killers were confused at the Trapper's actions, but little by little, they began to understand why this girl was so precious and special - And this domino effect hit Rin Yamaoka next, with Y/N stopping in the middle of a chase and taking off her jacket, just as Rin was about to butcher her with her katana, and she smiled, extending it to her. 'You must be cold' she said, realising that the Spirit was merely wearing a few bandages, not even her school uniform, or her kimono.

The ghost girl was shaken up by this, and told the others at the killer camp, but they just shrugged it off - Rin was a little girl who faced close to no kindness, they weren't surprised she was so taken aback by such a feat. That is, until Adiris, in a particularly terrible day, when everyone at the camp was staying away from her, as her profane censer wasn't able to cover the stench of rotting flesh - Y/N came over, taking out a small yet elegant glass bottle with pink liquid on it, spraying some on her - And now, The Plague smelled of roses and vanilla - 'You can come to me for perfume whenever you want, I always carry some with me!' she grinned at the Babylonian High Priestess, before leaving back to the survivor's camp site, leaving the ancient God symbol to stare with her mouth agape at the girl.

These words began to spread, and it was no surprise when the killers saw Susie clinging and begging her Legion friends to spare Y/N, for she was there to hug away her worries more than once, to tell her sweet words, to play with her hair and play the guitar whatever songs she wanted to hear, to get reminded of her home - She was so home sick that she freaked out, but now she was better, thanks to Y/N - 'I know you miss home, but sometimes, home is where your best friends are, and all three of them are here!' she tried to encourage the cute pink-haired girl who could only squeal and hug her new friend.

Even Ghostface wasn't exempt from falling to her charms, and they would often take silly selfies and mess around, making fun of the old horror movie tropes and doing lots of puns and pranks - So much that she even got his trust to be told about the Danny/Jed thing, and how he began his killer profession - 'You're a very talented photographer, Danny! You deserved all that recognition you got, both as a journalist, and as a killer!'

And very soon, Y/N found herself in the crushing arms of an overprotective Anna, humming her mother's lullaby together with walking through the forest, Y/N making flower crows for all the female killers at the camp site, and little by little, she somehow managed to worm her way under everyone's skins.

Y/N was the survivor with the highest survivability percentage, and maybe the Entity sometimes got pissed off, but at least she still got killed sometimes, so who cares? Well, that was soon to change as soon as a new Killer was added to this sick game - Pyramid Head, the terror of Silent Hill, as Cheryl, the new Survivor, called him - or The Executioner, as he was known now. He was ruthless, merciless, grotesque - He had his own criteria of killing, his own moral compass, ethics, conscience and understanding of the concept of life and death. Nothing that could compare to the visions of humans, clearly - Everything was gravitating around Divine Retribution and Justice, but the from the outside, he was nothing but a killing machine.

He would kill everyone and anyone that crosses his path, without fail.

Y/N felt like her fortune ended completely the second she found herself in the new, overly cramped map, with Pyramid Head as the killer - She couldn't help but run around like a spazzic meerkat, trying to find and fix as many generators as possible, without having to get face to face with the walking hazard...

Only to run past a stuck Pyramid Head.

Slowly backtracing her steps, she saw the mountain of a man with his metal pyramid stuck in the frames a low window which he tried to walk over. He was trashing like a raged bull trying to attack a matador, but it was clear he was getting nowhere with this.

"H-Hey, u-uhm...Need some help?" she asked in a soft, careful voice, almost like a meek cat trying to test the waters, but in return, he started groaning even louder from the wrath he wanted to unleash upon the whole world. "Okay, uhm...I think I saw a can of vaseline in one of the chests around. I'll go fetch it and I'll come back for you. Don't move." she said, only to then realise how horrible that sounded, considering the situation, and it only seemed to anger the killer. "...I'm sorry, ignore me, I'm an idiot." she slapped herself pretty harshly before bolting out of there trying to find the chest.

However, Y/N cursed herself for not having perfectly memorised the whole map by heart already, since she found the vaseline can after the 3rd chest, and then, it took quite a while to find the bloody window that got the killer stuck - And by the time she got there, she was dead tired. "Okay, I'm here, I found the vaseline! Let's try to get you out of here." Y/N muttered as she put her feet on the low window pane to get to his level. "If it's not too much trouble, could you please hold onto me? I can't balance myself with both hands occupied, and I'd rather not fall." she explained as she opened the vaseline can, only to shiver as she felt two big, strong hands getting a firm grip on her hips. It was almost...Endearing, were she not too busy trying to get the killer unstuck. She kept massaging the metal edge, trying to push and pull, also praying to whatever deity that existed in her human world that she had her tetanus shot done on time - Until finally, she was able to get hear a loud screech, like a pop, and the killer got unstuck, and in the process, he stumbled backwards, while Y/N fell down on her butt.

"Ouchie..." she muttered, rubbing her back and sides to take away the pain surging through her body. "Are you okay?" she asked, almost intuitively, without realising it at first, until she heart a low grunt that brought her back to reality. "O-Oh...! You have glass shards stuck in your side! And you're bleeding too! Hold up, let me help." she hurried to his side, while the killer merely stiffened, feeling her delicate, slender fingers tracing his body, while he heaved and slouched his shoulders from the repressed wrath. "It may sting a bit, and I'm really sorry, but I promise it will be better soon." her voice was so motherly and warm, which also resonated in her actions, as she gingerly took a water bottle and imbued some tissues with it, to wipe away the blood smearing down his skin as she extracted the glass shards, and then..."This is grandma's marigold ointment. It's really good, and it smells nice." she explained as she carefully smeared a thick layer of the yellow ointment on the biggest wounds, while the little ones were covered by smiley-flower patterned plasters. They were cute, and colourful, and they never failed to make her smile. "Okay, there we go, all better! I hope you'll feel better very soon!" her voice got a tiny bit more cheerful and upbeat.

It made the Killer think about a trillion things, as he stepped in front of her, towering over her like the Empire states building next to a smiling pomeranian. What was with this girl? Why did she help a killer? And why did he feel so...Warm inside? He could sense a foreign kind of luminosity, a naivite and innocence that he only witnessed in children and animals. This woman in front of him was untainted by the darkness and evil of the world.

It didn't matter how many hardships she's been through, or how much sadness she had to endure - Her soul remained as pure as any snowdrop, as the first snow of winter, as the fleece of a baby lamb who let out its first 'meeeeh' to its mamma sheep.

He couldn't allow this human to be maimed in any way - Not by the world, not by the Entity, and certainly not by him. - Screw the Entity, Pyramind Head kills by his own rules, and now, he was blessed to be faced with a human who bore no real hatred for her peers, or for the world, despite the horrible situation she was thrown into.

He didn't understand, obviously, especially as he remembered the myriad of abominations that lurked through Silent Hill, all of them created by the torment of humans - The very torment that distorted their own reality, which resulted in him needing to solve the purpose as The Executioner - Eradicating the world of all evil.

"Th-This sword is so heavy...H-How can you carry this around like that...?! Your muscles must be so strained and sore...Y-You really need a massage, I'm sure." she stuttered as she tried to lift the much taller and heavier sword from the ground, only for the brute to simply bend and pick it up with extreme ease, putting the girl to shame with her complete lack of strength. "Hehe...You're really strong. I'm embarrassed now." she chuckled softly, scratching the back of her neck.

Before she could leave or do anything else, Pyramid Head picked her up by the throat, careful not to hurt her or restrict her air intake - I mean, how else was he supposed to carry her so he wouldn't hurt her with his metal head or sword? - and it was pretty clear she didn't feel any malevolence from him, as she clinged on his forearm, trying to keep herself up, only to be dumped on top of the hatch, as the killer pointed towards it, so she would leave.

"O-Oh...! Thank you so much! You're really kind! I really appreciate this...I-I know it probably doesn't matter much to you, since you'll be doing this over and over again with all the survivors...But I really appreciate you for your kind gesture, and I appreciate you for being so nice with me. Thank you. Take care!" her dazzling smile lit the whole place up, but he couldn't talk, nor could he tell her how he should be the one thanking her for showing him that, despite the hundreds and thousands of years he had to roam the 'Earth' and execute the injust, miracles still existed.

As soon as she reached the survivor's camp, everyone cheered for her, asking how in the world could she have escaped the wrath of the butcher. "Oh, but he wasn't that bad. In fact, he's much more humane than I anticipated! I think he has a beautiful, blooming heart!" okay, she's lost it - the other survivors thought - but even so, she's always been a bit...Out of it, so who cares?

It took quite a while for the other three survivors to reach the camp, all bloody, in fact, like the new killer, who dragged himself with the same menace to the Killers' camp. "How the hell did you manage to survive?!" they yelled at her in utter shock, seeing that she got out of there unscratched. "Oh, you see...I found the hatch." she shrugged simply, not wanting to give away that the person who massacred those three was a soft one and he basically threw her down the hatch to her safety.

As she took a twig to roast a marshmallows, she noticed how Pyramid Head was standing much farther away from the rest of the killers - She knew that silent killers were bound to stay away from the more obnoxious one, remembering how Michael Myers almost killed Ghostface and The Legion at least a dozen times - But this time...He seemed kinda...Lonely? So Y/N took the matters into her own hands, roasted another marshmallow in another twig, and when it was done, she went to the killer's camp, calling out the lonely one's name - She has no idea why, but he actually followed her, pushing her further deep into the forest, until he was sure nobody was going to hear, see or interrupt them...

"Hey. You seemed pretty lonely out there...I thought you could use a friend. Thank you again for what you did at the trial...Here, this is a marshmallow. I don't think you've had many before...Cheryl told me of that horrible place you had to live in...So I hope this will make your day a bit better!" Y/N extended one of her hands towards him, so he could take the marshmallow - And a long, black tongue erupted from underneath the pyramid, snatching away the fluffy marshmallow and gulping it in one go.

What the hell was he turning into?

A towering man built of pure muscle, wrath and divine justice, with a pyramid representing the evil of humanity burdening his body, and a sword taller and heavier than the average human being constantly dragged in one of his hand...He now was a slave to a cute, innocent girl who was putting flower plasters on his minuscule wounds that would heal in a heartbeat regardless - He saved this girl who was now offering his these soft, squishy things that tasted overly sugarly, just like her upbeat and cheerful personality - If he could eat her, he was sure she would taste even sweeter than this - A sickish kind of sweet, that is.

She was indeed a beautiful angel in this tragic hell. But he didn't wait to snatch the second marshmallow either.

"Ah...! You liked it, didn't you? Well...Next time, I promise I'll give you more!" she grinned at him the same way a princess would to her chivalrous knight who saved her. The since he couldn't talk, silence took over them - It wasn't an uncomfortable one, per se, but it made it feel as if the conversation was over. "W-Well...I'll guess I'll see you around! Take care and I hope to see you again soon!" she waved cutely, trying to turn around back to her camp, only to feel a rough hand on her shoulder, turning her around and urging her to stop and wait for him and he went deep into the forest, leaving her alone and undefended by the potential malevolent forces of the forest.

When he returned, however, he stepped right in front of her, creating the perfect shade as he towered over her - Then he kneeled in front of her, so he would reach her eye sight, then he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and put a beautiful pink flower - As pink as the blush that started creeping on her face - He wanted to see her luminous face better, to highlight her dazzling smile and her glimmering eyes as the warm, silver light of the mother moon caressed her face.

Y/N felt her heart picking up the pace - It was beating so much faster than ever before - But this time, it wasn't out of fear or anything negative...It was something good. Something she never felt in her life, especially with her human acquaintances from back home. None was as chivalrous and gentle with her as this butcher of tormented souls - The bringer of justice, the merciless Executioner who was supposed to end the life of every living being that would cross his path.

It was insane how every Yin finds its Yang, even if that comes in the form of a little lamb of a small, frail girl, and a huge abomination of a brute man who knows nothing but death, bloodshed and carnage. It was truly crazy how opposites attract, and here she was, holding the killers large hands and gingerly putting them on her face, leaning into his touch - She felt safer now than ever in her life - Now, in the arms of an ancient killer.

An Angel and A Demon brought together in a perfect union.

As she leaned down, she touched the metal of the pyramid where she anticipated his forehead would be with her own forehead, and closing her eyes, she finally felt herself calming down. There was no need for words, actions spoke louder than anything, and she appreciated it...She appreciated him.

"Thank you." she whispered to him, knowing that yes, even though nobody else would hear it anyway, it was much more intimate than anything she ever experienced.

She was hooked.

Hope you liked my completely shameless pun, I couldn't stop it, especially after the pain I went through trying to write this...3 freaking times.

Yay.

[strawbearisamu]

eggs and other love stuff // 卵や他の愛のもの [summer collection: vol 1]

timeskip! sakusa kiyoomi x f! reader

genre: fluff

summary: your high school friend/crush moves in next door!

note: first of the summer collection even if it doesn't really have summery vibes bc i said so >:( also i have a slight affinity for naming fics w sakusa food-related

you don't expect to see him here. in this place. at this time.

you soak deeper into the bath, head submerging underwater as you let the warmth of the water engulf you. a slight ringing in your ear, only amplifying the thoughts that fill your head.

you reminisce the time, the early evening sky soaked orange, as you call him into an empty classroom, arms outstretched and in your hands, a letter with your heart poured out, and a bag of cookies you spent all night burning and remaking.

you notice him eyeing the little plaster on your pinky, and you make an effort to draw his attention back to you. "kiyoomi, i've liked you for a long time now..." you pause, his face is unreadable, but at least it hasn't contorted into a scowl. "i just hope you'll accept them."

sakusa does nothing but nod, a satisfactory response, he takes both in one hand and walks away, but not the response you wanted.

you were third years then, with much more important things to worry about, perhaps thats why you still thought about it so often, about him so often, wondering what it meant, what it could've been. you pushed against the sides of the tub, pulling your body out even as the water resisted it, goosebumps rising at the sudden coldness of the air.

you hear the doorbell ring and sigh, wrapping a towel around yourself, you trudge to the door, annoyed.

"it's me." you freeze. "kiyoomi."

"b-be right there, what do you need?" you shout at door, scrambling to your dresser to throw some clothes on.

"i um, i need some eggs," you could almost sense the slight hesitation in his muffled voice.

"alright i'll be a sec!"

you finally open the door, the sudden wind minty on your freshly damp hair, you're met with the same dark eyes that always held your gaze captive, the same mask he had always adorned and hands stuffed into the pockets of his shorts- the only notable difference you thought, but it was summer now, he couldn't always wear a jacket.

"eggs right?" you call out leading him into the cramped kitchen area of your tiny studio apartment. you crouch down and open the door to the mini fridge, the cold blue light reflecting in your face as you reach in and pick out a few, "how many do you need?"

"actually...i couldn't get my stove to work, i was wondering if you're okay with me cooking here tonight." he peered down at you still crouching, his face as unreadable as always.

"sure, anything for an old friend." you swore you saw his eyebrow twitch, "but you'll have to make me some too," you said cheerily.

he rolled his eyes in feigned ignorance, smiling under the comfort of his mask, "we'll be having tamagoyaki," he paused as he plopped a heavy bag of something on your counter, "and mackerel."

"gasp kiyoomi, you know i never eat fish," you pout.

his arms crossed, "it's good for you, and you'll like the way i make it," because i've made this recipe a hundred times pretending it was for you, he thought, smiling again before playfully calling you over, "don't think you're getting off little brat, whip the eggs."

and just like that you guys fell into an easy rhythm as if you were never apart.

that was 3 months ago, your little late dinner rendevous became a daily occurence, and soon enough,

 in your balcony that was definitely too small for even two standing people, orange rays illuminating his curls, his face bathed in that sunset glow, he handed you his letter which contents' held his whole heart, and cookies he spent all night making, you eyed the small plaster on his pinky and raised a brow. "just to show you i remember," he explained, you smile, "y/n i've liked you for a long time now, i just hope you'll accept me."

"do you wanna know a secret?" omi whispered as you peered up at him, tucked under some blankets, cuddled in each other's embrace, the muted voices of some tv show filling the backdrop of your attention.

"sure omi."

"i had eggs that day, 2 full trays too," he looks straight into your eyes, no sense of guilt in his voice.

"you..." you pout.

"my stove was perfectly fine, perfect even. just needed a reason to see you again, you were always on my mind...plagued every part of me y/n."

"are you calling me a virus?" you pouted again this time he brushed his thumb over your chin, soon both hands caressing your cheeks as he took your lips in his, a long stretch of silence followed, only the soft sounds of some audience laughter and the two of you. you push against his chest a little, pulling away, once again finding yourself lost in the stars of his eyes, "and it never felt like home without you omi."

"but also you owe me a bunch of eggs."

he laughs kissing your nose and pinching your cheek, "and i'll spend the rest of my life paying you back."

sol’s comments: tonight was so nice and chill u guys, i swear i was in the flow for a solid 4 hours just getting stuff done <3 also i'm taking requests now but i'll probably put up the rules tmr since it's getting late :> hope yall have a great day or night or whatever besties 🥴💗

click me for the m.list! // summer collection

each and every reblop is appreciated ☻ (+ free hugs)

[dierwolves]

fezco x reader; old flame #4

notes: sorry about my absence but i intend to finish this small series even if it takes me a hundred years and no one reads it so here’s part four, it’s kind of bad lol but i just wanted to get it off me and post something before i get to the next chapter (which i’m more excited to write) anyways enjoy!!!

part 1 part 2 part 3

fez:

come to the fair plzzz

you:

sorry i’m tired, i’m going home

fez:

plzzzzz

you:

see u tomorrow love

You were driving to the fair. Because you had spent all day working at the hospital and you were tired, but let’s be honest, he didn’t need to work a lot to convince you to see him. You found Fez leaning against the wall, half-hidden talking to some girl wearing a purple pantsuit. When she left, you walked slowly towards him. He raised his head when he heard you approach and a surprised look took over his face.

“Who’s this Molly I heard you talking about? Should I worry?” You asked him in a teasing manner.

He laughed. “Nah, don’t worry. Nothin’ makes me feel like you do. Not even this shit.” You rolled your eyes at his cheesiness, not expecting it from him. “What are you doing here? I thought you couldn’t come.”

“I couldn’t. I don’t know why I came.”

He grabbed your waist bringing you towards him. You stood between his legs, hands resting on his shoulders, while his hands wandered dangerously towards your ass. “Oh, I know why you came, you missed me.” He smiled sweetly at you, and you couldn’t really get pissed off at his cocky attitude when he was smiling like that. And he was kind of right.

“Yeah that must be it.” You leaned in to kiss him, but you were interrupted by another customer trying to get his shit.

“Sorry.”

“It’s alright. Business first.” Fezco flinched at your words, but he had to pay attention to the customer nevertheless. You moved to the side while Fezco did his thing. When he was done, he brought you back between his legs.

“Busy night?”

“Yeah, sorry, ma.”

“Why did you insist on me coming, then?”

“I just really wanted to see you.” You hummed while you leaned into him, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. His hands, that had been resting on your ass, moved back to your back and started caressing you there. “Are you going to fall asleep on me again? I see how excited you’re to see me.”

You stood straight and rubbed your eyes. “Sorry, I really I’m tired. I should be going home now.”

He looked a little bit sad about that, so you leaned in to kiss him, this time properly. It was just a sweet kiss, no hidden intentions behind it, but it still made your heart race. When you broke apart, you realised he was fishing for something on his pocket.

“I hope you’re not looking for a condom, because as much as you turn me on, I don’t think I’m up for that sort of exercise. Unless you introduce me to that Molly, of course.” You teased him.

He scoffed. “Don’t tempt me, baby. And I know I’m never introducing you to Molly.” He took his hand out of his pocket, holding a bunch of keys. “Take them and go straight to my home. It’s closer anyway. In the morning, we can talk about that exercise you mentioned.” He was looking at you with that smile that only seemed to appear when he was with you.

“Are you serious?” He nodded, the smile not leaving his face. “How will you enter your own home?”

“Ash has another set, don’t worry about me.” You nodded and leaned once more against him, kissing him more passionately this time. He returned the kiss with the same enthusiasm, holding your hips tightly. You broke apart and looked at him, unable to hold back your smile.

“I’ll see you in the morning, then?”

He nodded. “Leave me some space on the left side, I’ll be right there.”

You nodded, gave him one final kiss and started walking towards the parking lot, turning around every ten steps to look back at him and his goofy smile that probably adorned your face. Thank God you had gone to the fair, now you couldn’t wait until morning.

[teacupfulofstarshine]

you're the pink in my cheeks (i'm a little bit soft)

summary: "and i know we'll never grow old together / cause you'll never grow old to me / you're the pink in my cheeks / and i love that it means i'm a little bit soft / you're the pink in my cheeks / and i love that it means i'm a little bit soft"

- "monster," marceline (adventure time)

(OR: 5.4k of soft domestic lesbian!analogical, featuring lesbian!moceit, trans male!remus, trans female!roman, and Gay Shenanigans)

a/n: huge thank you to dandie for beta'ing this fic!

i just wanted to write wlw is that so wrong of me? no. no it is not.

CW: alcohol mentions, a few sex jokes, swearing, one implied instance of potential sexual activity (although it doesn't go any farther than making out; if you want to skip that part, skip the section that starts with "Did you get the right kind of popcorn?")

word count: ~5.4k

read it on ao3!!

“I think I may be going insane,” Logan says, squinting at her laptop screen. Virginia, hanging upside-down in the armchair, looks up from her phone and blinks.

“And why is that?”

“Because I am starting to agree with Rosie’s anti-Florida agenda.”

“I didn’t realize that there was an anti-Florida agenda.”

“Rosie has one, and I have always thought it facetious. However, if this laboratory does not start sending me my requested samples and information in a timely manner, I will be forced to concede that Rosie may have . . . a point.”

“You, agreeing with a lit major? I never thought I’d see the day,” Virginia teases. Logan initially resists the urge to stick her tongue out or flip Virginia off, because that would be childish, but then she remembers that Virginia does not care about her childishness, so she sticks her tongue out. Virginia snorts with laughter, and Logan feels warm, fizzy pop-rocks bursting in her chest.

Her phone buzzes next to her, and she picks it up. There’s a new message blinking for her attention on the screen.

[from: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

a, b, or c

[to: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

. . . What?

[from: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

*rolls eyes*

[from: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

i need you to make a selection, logan. a, b, or c.

[to: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

I am confused. What am I selecting between?

[from: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy

[to: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

Yes. I would like to know. That is why I asked you.

[to: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

Also, I am not a meteorologist. Or a boy.

[from: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

it’s a meme, i’m sure v will be happy to show you the og. but first: make a choice

[to: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

Option B, I suppose?

[from: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

vodka it is!

[to: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

Wait, what?

Her phone buzzes again, another text thread lighting up, and Logan abandons the now-fruitless conversation with Jan to see that her wife has texted.

[from: soda poppy]

y is jan fillin a thermos with vodka and sayin u gave her the go ahead? >:(

[to: soda poppy]

I am unsure. She texted me asking me to make a choice between “a, b, and c” with no context given. When I eventually selected “b,” she excitedly mentioned vodka and logged off.

[from: soda poppy]

her an remy r going 2 a pta meeting tonight an i guess they’re goin drunk

[to: soda poppy]

Is that a . . . normal occurrence?

[from: soda poppy]

sadly yeah

[to: soda poppy]

Wait, is she even allowed to attend PTA meetings? You two don’t have any children?

[from: soda poppy]

she’s on the school board so she has the right 2 attend. idk if she’s supposed to or not but its never stopped her b4

“Everythin’ good over there?” Virginia asks.

“I believe I may have just enabled Jan to attend a PTA meeting drunk.” Virginia snorts, swiping at her phone.

“Good for her, honestly. The only reason she and Poppy live in that neighborhood is so that Jan can flaunt her wife in front of all the capital-s Straight people, because she’s a petty fuckin’ bitch.”

“That is a strange word choice for your best friend.”

“I hate Jan, she’s a bitch,” Virginia says, smirking fondly at her phone. Logan knows her girlfriend well enough to know that this statement is disingenuous, so she stands up, stretching her arms above her head, and leans down to drop a kiss onto Virginia’s forehead.

*~*~*~*~*

Logan blinks awake slowly, feeling for the position of her limbs. She’s on her left side, left arm tucked up under her pillow to cradle her head, wrapped in the thick comforter of their bed. Her right arm is slung across Virginia’s body, and her girlfriend is pressed up against her, head tucked right under Logan’s chin and face nestled into her neck and chest. Virginia breathes, slow and deep and even, and Logan hums, huffing out a soft exhale.

She carefully wiggles out of bed, tucking the comforter around Virginia’s curled-up form. Virginia grumbles when the cool morning air slips against her skin, because she is a foolish woman who insists upon sleeping in short shorts and a spaghetti-strap tank top no matter the current weather patterns. Logan wraps her up, making sure that she’s shifted into the middle of the warm divot of body heat, and Virginia settles in, asleep again in a heartbeat.

Logan turns to the corner chair, where her early-morning outfit is already laid out: athletic leggings, a sports bra, a moisture-wicking quarter zip jacket. She changes quietly, lights off, and tugs on a pair of ankle socks before slinking into the bathroom. Once the door is shut, she flicks on the soft lights over the vanity and carefully undoes her sleep braid. Normally, Virginia does Logan’s hair, because Logan is not good at dealing with her wavy, tangled, curly mess, but she won’t wake up her girlfriend for that. She can, at bare minimum, pull her hair up into a high ponytail for running purposes.

They live in a small town only a short walk (and even shorter bike ride) from the beach, full of little two-story brightly-colored beach cottages. Logan steps off her front porch, pulls out her phone, and quickly shoots a text.

[to: ginny <3]

I am headed to the beach for my weekly run. I will likely return before you wake up, but in case I do not: I will be back before 9 AM.

[to: ginny <3]

I love you <3

Logan kicks up the kickstand on her bike, runs her fingers over the glossy dark-blue paint flecked with white and silver and gold to mimic stars, and swings one leg over the bike seat. She carefully pedals out into the narrow road and heads for the beach. The cool early-morning air whips past her face, and she chances a glance up at the dark-blue-turning-light-blue-grey sky and smiles.

She’s always been an early-morning morning person, anyway.

*~*~*~*~*

Logan’s sneakers dig into the hard-packed wet sand along the water’s edge as she runs. Seagulls scatter in front of her, and the podcast Virginia recommended hums in her ear. The sun creeps up, up, up onto the horizon, coloring the blue-grey into streaks of brilliant pink and orange and gold, light reflecting off the water in resplendent diamond sparkles.

Logan runs half a mile down the beach, turns around, runs back to where she started and then runs half a mile in the other direction before turning around and running back to her starting point. By the time she’s bent over, hands on her knees, huffing out breath while her legs burn pleasantly, the sun has emerged fully from the ocean, and Logan is beginning to wish she had worn a visor.

She takes a moment to appreciate the sensory experiences of being on a nearly-abandoned beach: the scent of salt water, the sound of waves crashing against sand, the errant cries of gulls squabbling over fish. Their little beach is not nearly pristine enough for a tourist attraction, and too far north along the Atlantic coast to be warm year-round. Still, Logan loves it, and cannot imagine living anywhere else.

She hunts along the water’s edge as she walks, briefly, a cool-down before the bike ride home. She finds a few things worth photographing, a few crabs to shoo back into the ocean, and a few things worth gathering: an intact clam shell whose smooth curve runs unbroken from the heel of her palm to the tip of her index finger when she lays it flat in her hand, a light gray rock worn smooth by the waves that turns dark-gray-almost-black when wet, a small spiral shell that she thinks may have broken off of the top of a snail shell. Logan wraps all three things carefully in a small handkerchief from the little bag she keeps in her bike basket, pulling out her phone to note the time (8:37 AM) and the message notification flashing at her.

[from: ginny<3]

dunno why you insist on being a morning person. stop by the dunkin on your way back and get us breakfast?

[to: ginny<3]

You had Dunkin for breakfast three times this week. You should consume something healthy.

[from: ginny <3]

>:( >:( >:( >:(

[from: ginny <3]

counterpoint: you bringing me dunkin is better than me not eating breakfast at all. which is the alternative because i do not want to get up and prepare anything

[to: ginny <3]

Your womanly wiles will not work on me in regards to Dunkin breakfast.

[from: ginny <3]

bitch (affectionate)

[to: ginny <3]

Would you like me to make you breakfast on my return, beloved?

[from: ginny <3]

. . .

[from: ginny <3]

will you make me an omelette? with all the cheesy goo an shit?

[to: ginny <3]

I will make you an omelette with some degree of “cheese goo.”

Logan slides her phone into her pocket, huffing out a laugh at her girlfriend’s behavior, and hops onto her bike again.

*~*~*~*~*

“Your omelettes are always so much better than mine,” Virginia says, moaning as she sinks her teeth into an enormous bite of egg and cheese. Logan, calmly dicing bell peppers to mix into her own omelette, smiles.

“All food tastes better when it is prepared by someone who is not you.”

“You’ve clearly never had anything the twins have cooked.” Virginia takes another bite, pops a multivitamin into her mouth, and chases it down with a gulp of milk. “Besides, it tastes better because you made it.”

“I am not the most accomplished chef in the world, certainly, but I am glad you enjoy my cooking.”

Virginia laughs softly. “Lo, I like your food because it’s prepared by someone who loves me. I can taste the love in everything you make for me.”

Logan turns back to her peppers to hide her blush. “Love is not a measurable ingredient when cooking.” Virginia laughs again, louder this time; when Logan sets the knife down, she hears Virginia’s chair scrape out behind her as she stands, feels her arms wrap around her waist, feels the cool skin of her face press into her neck.

“Love you.”

*~*~*~*~*

“Stressful day at work?” Logan asks, hearing the door slam.

Virginia kicks off her flats, sending them flying into the wall with a clatter. Logan sets down her crochet project and moves toward the entrance of their house, where Virginia is shrugging off her rainjacket to reveal a mint-green Peter Pan-collared blouse and dark gray dress pants. “The stressiest.”

Logan takes the jacket and shakes it out on the tiled entranceway before hanging it on the hook. “I am sorry, beloved.”

“Lots of assessments, lots of parents who don’t understand why I’m assessing their kid, lots of parents insisting that there’s nothing wrong with their kid, or that there’s no way their kid could possibly have the deficits that I’m seeing. Like, I wouldn’t make this shit up, you know? Literally, let me help your child. You came to me, remember? I’m not in the habit of imposing myself onto people.”

“That sounds very stressful,” Logan says. She tries to picture a life where she spends all her time interacting with people she doesn’t know on a regular basis instead of her little corner of the university biochemistry lab where she only has to interact with three or four known people and her immediate supervisor, mostly by email. It sends icy fingers skittering down her spine.

“It is, I hate it. I mean, Kitty’s my supervisor until I get my C’s, so if I have problems I can consult with her, but like . . . why are people the way that they are.”

Logan stretches up and presses a gentle kiss to Virginia’s cheek. “I love you, Ginny.”

Virginia exhales and folds herself around Logan, draping her body over her girlfriend and going limp and boneless. “I don’t wanna be a real person for the rest of the night.”

“That can be arranged.”

“But it’s my night to make dinner.”

“I do not mind switching and having you make dinner tomorrow,” Logan says. “This is an acceptable deviation from the routine.” Virginia pushes her face into Logan’s neck, and Logan nuzzles the side of her head, and she sighs like the entire world has lifted off her chest.

*~*~*~*~*

(This is how it starts:

Logan, taking a class on British literature in her sophomore year because she needs to meet her core requirements. Logan, meeting Rosie, disagreeing with her on almost every single point she raises in class, hating when they’re paired up for their midterm project but earning the best grade in the class overall. Logan, seeing a text from Rosie about how her housemate needs people to participate in a research study for extra credit. Logan, making the long trek down to the health sciences building and seeing Virginia for the first time, thinking that she’s pretty and not knowing that she’ll be thinking that for the rest of her life.)

*~*~*~*~*

“Hello, gorgeous,” Virginia hums.

“Are you talking to me or to the mint plant?” Logan says, aggressively stabbing her pointer finger against the Delete key. It clacks loudly, and she mutters an insult under her breath. “I am going to set myself on fire. I swear to god, I am.”

“Obviously the mint plant,” Virginia says, turning and dropping a kiss on Logan’s head. “You okay, honey?” Logan grumbles more and shoves the laptop away from her with a disgruntled noise. Virginia moves the laptop away and leans over to kiss her forehead.

“I am trying to politely word an email whose essence boils down to, ‘If you do not send me my fucking samples in a timely manner, I am going to be forced to commit an Atrocity the likes of which this earth has never seen’,” Logan says.

Virginia laughs so hard that she sits down on the tiled kitchen floor, wiping tears from her eyes. “You are so funny,” she wheezes. Logan feels her irritation fade a little under the brightness of her girlfriend’s joy. “Let me see the email, I’m good at professional bullshitting.”

*~*~*~*~*

“Braid my hair!” Rosie says, throwing herself down onto the couch. Logan lifts her laptop up just in time to keep Rosie’s head from slamming into the keyboard.

“Ginny is your best bet for braids, Rosie. I have limited experience.”

“It doesn’t have to be fancy, It just has to be off my neck.”

Logan saves her document and sets her laptop on the coffee table, poking at Rosie’s ribs until she slides onto the floor and settles cross-legged between Logan’s thighs. “A comb and some hair-ties would be appreciated.”

“REMUS!” Rosie shouts.

“WHAT?”

“BRING ME A BRUSH AND SOME HAIR BANDS!”

“GET YOUR OWN!”

“I’m going to kill that man,” Rosie mutters, rolling to her feet. There are suspicious muffled thumping noises from the other room for a few minutes before Rosie emerges, victorious, hair somehow even messier than it was in the first place.

“You are the single loudest person I have ever met,” Logan sighs, taking the comb and the hair ties and beginning to drag it through Rosie’s curls. Rosie winces, just a little, at the pull of the comb, and Logan tries to be more gentle.

“Thank you!”

“I did not say that was a compliment.

“Hey!”

*~*~*~*~*

Logan tugs her sweatshirt sleeves down from where she’d rolled them up previously, shivering a little. Part of her wishes that she had worn leggings instead of capris as she drags the folding chair a little closer to the bonfire, toes dragging through the still-sun-warmed sand. The speaker set up on the food table blasts some sort of current pop music, and Rosie and Poppy dance around each other, chanting the lyrics at each other. They are both very loud and very off-key and, Logan suspects, fairly drunk as well. Remus is in the ocean (definitely buzzed, potentially naked) and Jan is standing at the edge of the ocean, watching to make sure he stays alive.

“Hey,” someone says, low and rumbling in her ear. Logan does not flinch (just barely) and turns to see Virginia, holding a plastic cup with a poorly-drawn sketch of the state of Virginia on it. Her hair is starting to come loose from its messy bun, and her sweater sleeves keep sliding down over her wrists and nearly dunking into her drink, and her breath smells sweet and alcoholic. When she lifts her hand to Logan’s cheek, her fingers are cool, and Logan shivers.

“How’s my girl?” Virginia asks.

“Cold,” Logan answers honestly. Virginia laughs, tipping her head back and exposing the long strip of her neck. Logan wants to lick it.

“You’re adorable,” Virginia says, leaning in and pressing her mouth against Logan’s ear. Her breath is warm and slightly damp. “So pretty, my Logan, and so smart. I bet you know exactly what chemical compounds are making the flames turn that color, hmmm?”

Logan can feel her face burning hotter than the bonfire, but Virginia just sits languidly in her lap, feet propped up on the armrest. Her toes are painted pale purple, and the glitter sparkles in the firelight.

“How many drinks have you had?” Logan asks.

“Enough to feel all tingly,” Virginia says, swirling whatever’s in her cup. “How many have you had?”

“None,” Logan answers honestly. Virginia leans her head against Logan’s shoulder, and her wispy frizz tickled Logan’s nose. She sneezes, and Virginia giggles in the high-pitched, superficial way she only giggles when she gets really, really drunk.

“You sound so cute when you sneeze.”

“I do not.”

“Of course you do,” and now Virginia is looking at her, eyes glowing warm in the firelight. “You sound cute when you do anything. You’re cute when you exist. You’re cute no matter what. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone.”

Logan hates the taste of alcohol, but she leans in and kisses Virginia anyway.

*~*~*~*~*

“Lo.”

“Hmmm?”

“Pick a color.”

“What?”

“I’m painting my toes again. Pick a color for me.”

Logan flops over onto her stomach, staring at the neat row of creme polishes sitting on their ottoman. Virginia’s bare feet are propped up in front of them, spread apart awkwardly with neon lemon gel toe spreaders, and she studies the nail polish like she’s trying to determine which vial isn’t poisoned.

“I like that one,” she says finally, pointing to a pale pink polish the color of the flowers Virginia brought her on their first date. Virginia hums, picking the bottle up and tilting it critically in the light.

“Not the one I would have picked, but I said you could pick, so I guess we’re doing it.”

Virginia tosses some bottles of toppers (or “tacos” as she calls them, slang from one of the YouTubers she likes) onto the bed while she paints her toes, and Logan sifts through them to settle on a blue-yellow iridescent one.

“I do not know how you can get behind wearing something called a Unicorn Skin,” Logan says. Virginia just shrugs and plucks the bottle from her hand. Their fingers overlap - Logan’s warm from where they’ve been tucked under her body, Virginia’s cool from where they’ve been gripping the glass bottle. Impulsively, Logan lifts Virginia’s fingers and kisses the tips.

“You’re going to smear the polish,” Virginia mutters, even though she painted her fingers earlier today and they’ve been dry for a while. She doesn’t bother to yank her fingers away, either, so Logan kisses them again.

*~*~*~*~*

“Logan!”

Logan is fully aware that the only thing keeping Poppy from crashing into her like a floral-sundress-covered cannonball is the casserole dish in her hands. She counts her blessings and steps aside to let Poppy in.

“Where’s Jan?”

“Getting something from the car! It’s my turn to drive us home, so she brought something to drink.”

Jan primly kicks the passenger side door shut with her heeled ankle boots, a bottle of wine grasped by the neck in each hand.

“I hope you do not intend to drink both of those in their entirety tonight,” Logan says. Jan rolls her eyes and offers one of the bottles to her.

“This one is a gift for you and Ginia. The other one is for me.”

“None for Poppy?”

“Poppy is the designated driver, so she will not be drinking. And I know she already told you that.” Logan rolls her eyes, and Jan flips her off. “Are you going to invite me in or not?”

“What are you, a vampire?” Virginia shouts from the kitchen.

“Only one of us dresses like the undead, darling, and it isn’t me,” Jan calls back, stepping into the house. “Are the twins here yet?”

“They cannot attend. Remus has orchestra practice and Rosie is teaching a dance class. You already knew both of these facts, because you are in the group text.”

“I am not.”

“You responded to a message in the group thread fifteen minutes ago.”

“That was the NSA agent assigned to monitor me.”

“You are a liar.”

“What else is new?”

*~*~*~*~*

groupchat name: be gay do crime

soda poppy: hey every1! DONUT 4get to make ur bakesale goodies and drop them off at r house by 7 am on fri!

lo tide: Please use normal words. I am begging you.

snesbian (snake lesbian): then beg.

lo tide: I do not recall asking for your opinion.

snesbian (snake lesbian): and yet i give it to you anyway. am i not generous

virgin: if you don’t stop making fun of my gf i swear to god

virgin: also remus if you don’t stop changing my name i’m gonna end you

virgin has changed their name to gin(ny) and tonic!

gin(ny) and tonic: much better anyway

violets are blue rosie is me: i believe you meant anygay

gin(ny) and tonic: i said what i fucking said

ace attorney irl: you changed your name :(

gin(ny) and tonic: every day the Lord regrets giving all of us mod powers in this chat

snesbian (snake lesbian): i have no such regrets

lo tide: Can we circle back to the bake sale, please?

soda poppy: Whatchu wanna kno???

lo tide: I assume it is school related?

soda poppy: yep!

soda poppy: fundraising 4 this year’s art club field trip! since im the faculty advisor im in charge of approving and setting up 4 the fundraisers

lo tide: I see. And why, exactly, is it our responsibility to make things for this fundraiser? Should it not be the students’ responsibility?

soda poppy: they r makin stuff 4 it but also i gotta make sure some of the stuff will b edible yknow

lo tide: I see.

gin(ny) and tonic: listen i know that jan is like. a professional pastry chef an shit. but i’m not making anything fancy like a cheesecake or smthn

gin(ny) and tonic: i’m making like. fuckin brownies

snesbian (snake lesbian): smh don’t you care about the Children at all?

gin(ny) and tonic: no. they’re not my kids

ace attorney irl: i will make cookies

soda poppy: u cannot make them inappropriate shapes

ace attorney irl: :(

violets are blue rosie is me: do not worry, i will make sure they are an appropriate shape

violets are blue rosie is me: i’ll make cupcakes!

lo tide: I believe I have a recipe for lemon squares that I can make. Will lemon squares be sufficient?

soda poppy: yeah! just keep ur stuff free of common allergens like tree nuts

gin(ny) and tonic: so my plan to just yeet you a bag of reese’s peanut butter cups and call it a contribution is out then

*~*~*~*~*

Virginia throws a box of brownie mix into the cart and dusts her hands off. “There. Done.”

Logan raises an eyebrow.

“Don’t give me that look, we have the rest of the ingredients at home. We have tap water, we have oil, we have eggs, we don’t need anything else. What do we need for your lemon thingies?”

“Lemons, presumably.”

“You’re a comedian,” Logan deadpans. Virginia flips her off, and then leans in to kiss her cheek. “I do need lemons, though. Lemons, more eggs . . . I have a list in my phone.”

“What phone?” Virginia says, dangling Logan’s galaxy-patterned case above her head. “I think you’re too short for this, Lo.”

“Give me my phone,” Logan says, rolling her eyes. Virginia wiggles it above her head, laughing.

“Maybe you should give me something in return.”

“Like what?”

Virginia grins. “Like a kiss, perhaps?”

Logan rolls her eyes again, but she leans in and kisses Virginia gently, swiping her phone back when Virginia lowers her hand to cup her face. “Thank you for paying the toll, sweetheart.”

“You are ridiculous,” Logan says. It doesn’t stop her from gently kissing Virginia’s cheek before pushing the cart down the aisle again.

*~*~*~*~*

groupchat name: be gay do crime

lo tide: What time did you want us to drop off the baked goods, Poppy?

soda poppy: if ur gonna b in the area, u can just drop them off at my house!

ace attorney irl: i made some of the shapes inappropriate but those ones r 4 u and jan

soda poppy: what did u make 4 the bake sale?

ace attorney irl: . . .

soda poppy: what did u make 4 the children, remus.

ace attorney irl: nothin’ too crazy! jan had some normal summer shapes - suns, flip flops, etc. etc. used those

soda poppy: :D thx remus!

ace attorney irl: made some fishies too! but the octopi are just for u an jan.

ace attorney irl: i . . . may have painted dicks on them

soda poppy: well at least u warned me right

*~*~*~*~*

“Did you get the right kind of popcorn?” Logan asks.

“If by ‘the right kind’ you mean ‘your favorite kind,’ then yes, I did,” Virginia says, coming into the living room with a large yellow bowl full of fluffy popcorn. “What are we watching tonight? It’s your turn to pick, isn’t it?”

“Gay fish,” Logan says.

Virginia sets the popcorn on the coffee table and blinks at her. “That is . . . quite the description of Finding Nemo, sweetheart.”

“Not Finding Nemo, Ginny. Luca. It’s new, and it’s not explicitly gay, but there is a very obvious queer reading. I thought we could watch it together.”

“Anything with you sounds wonderful.”

“Sap,” Logan mutters. She leans in to kiss Virginia’s cheek, but Virginia turns at the last moment and presses their lips together.

“Are you sure you want to watch a movie?” she says. “We could just make out instead, if you want.” She pushes gently on Logan’s stomach, guiding her to lay on her back on the couch. Virginia lays on top of her, gently sliding a hand to rest warm and heavy on her stomach. She leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to Logan’s neck, and then her jaw, and then rubbing their noses together.

“Tonight is movie night,” Logan says. Virginia presses their mouths together, and Logan hums, gently pressing up into the kiss. “We should be watching a movie.”

“Are you sure?” Virginia says. “I think we should pursue this avenue a little further.”

Logan squirms a little. “I - I would not - um - no, thank you.”

Virginia’s eyes, which were hazing over with something, clear as she blinks. “Okay, sweetheart.” She leans back, sits up, pulls Logan into a sitting position. “Are you alright?”

“I’m okay,” she says. “I just - I am not in the mood for that tonight. If that is okay.”

“Of course it’s okay,” Virginia says. She holds out a hand, and Logan takes it. Virginia kisses the back of it before settling herself on the couch. “I am so proud of you for expressing a boundary and telling me you were uncomfortable. I know that expressing boundaries is something that we’re both working on, and you did a wonderful job. Tell me what you want, Lo. Please?”

“I would like a kiss,” Logan says. “Just one. And then I would like to cuddle, and - and I would like us to watch Luca together. Is that acceptable?”

Virgil nods. “Of course, love. Come here, hmmm?” Logan settles next to her, and Virginia gently cups her cheek and presses their mouths together. “I love you, Logan. So much. Of course we can watch Luca now.”

Virginia lays an arm along the top of the couch, allowing Logan to cuddle up against her and rest her head on her chest. “I love you,” Logan says softly.

“I love you too, sweetpea.”

*~*~*~*~*

Logan rolls over, yawning, and feels a small weight displace itself from her thighs. She blinks awake slowly, lifting her head and pushing her curtain of curls aside to reveal a black cat mewing at her grumpily before settling into a sushi roll beside her.

“Did I wake you? I am sorry, Galileo . . .”

Galileo settles against her, purring softly, while the ash-grey cat at the foot of the bed pads slowly up to curl on Virginia’s back. “That’s your favorite spot, isn’t it, Andromeda?” The cat emits a soft “mrrrp” before settling back down to sleep. Logan yawns, smiles, and gently strokes her hears. “What should we do, girls? Shall we stay awake and be productive members of society?”

Neither cat responds, and Logan looks at Virginia. She’s haloed in the morning light, eyes tightly shut, mouth hanging open, drool leaking into a puddle on the pillow. She snores a little - one, two, three snorts before settling back into a deep sleep.

“No,” Logan decides, “we shall not.” She lays back down, gently nudging Galileo a few inches over so that she can snuggle up to Virginia. Galileo stretches out, pressing a paw directly into Logan’s cheek. Logan shoves her, and she resettles onto Logan’s feet with an indignant noise.

“You can sleep by my face when you do not kick my face,” Logan mutters, curling into her love.

*~*~*~*~*

groupchat name: be gay do crime

soda poppy: r u all comin 2 the bake sale 2morrow?!

lo tide: I was under the impression that we were only providing the baked goods. Is it not for the students at the school?

soda poppy: we got waaaayyyy more stuff than we thought so we r havin a 2nd bakesale 2morrow 4 parents an stuff!

soda poppy: we r gonna need sum help with setup though . . .

lo tide: Poppy, please do not even -

soda poppy: 🥺🥺🥺 p l e a s e

lo tide: Poppy.

snesbian (snake lesbian): logan

lo tide: If I agree to stop and pick up coffee for everyone, will that motivate you all to turn out?

violets are blue rosie is me: i’m always a slut for free coffee

lo tide: I’m sorry, where did I say that this would be free?

violets are blue rosie is me: D:<

ace attorney irl: eh i’m down for it. where you swingin’ by?

soda poppy: there’s a panera p close 2 where the bake sale is!!! it’s gonna b at the morning girl’s basketball game

lo tide: Does anyone have any issues with Panera coffee?

violets are blue rosie is me: nah. large iced coffee, add three ounces of half and half, two pumps of sugar syrup, two pumps of vanilla, and caramel drizzle.

ace attorney irl: complicated bitch much?

violets are blue rosie is me: why must the cain instinct betray me like this

ace attorney irl: the cain instinct started when we stole each other’s genders in the womb

violets are blue rosie is me: this is true this is true but you’re still a bitch

ace attorney irl: large hazelnut coffee, two sugars, please

snesbian (snake lesbian): large dark roast, black

soda poppy: medium decaf coffee, two ounces of almond milk, and two pumps of sugar syrup!

gin(ny) and tonic: large caramel latte

lo tide: You . . . are going to ride in the car with me to pick up the coffee, we can order our own coffees. I do not need your order, love.

lo tide: But I appreciate the information <3 <3

*~*~*~*~*

“We come bearing gifts,” Virginia announces loudly. “And by gifts, I mean we bought a baker’s dozen of cinnamon crunch bagels for everybody.”

“Well, there are twelve cinnamon crunch bagels and one plain bagel, bagged separately, for me,” Logan corrects, expertly balancing two coffee trays with a bagel container. “Also, we made more brownies.”

Poppy looks up from where she’s instructing two high-schoolers on how to hang a sign properly and grins, waving brightly. Jan is leaning on the table, hand on her head, sipping at a water bottle.

“Vodka or whiskey?” Logan asks dryly, handing over Jan’s black coffee. Jan blinks at her, flips her off, and drains a long swig from her cup.

“Water. Partied a little too hard with Remy last night, and now I’m hungover as shit.”

“We suspected as much, which is why we brought you an extra coffee.”

“Lifesaver,” Jan says, knocking back another long drag of coffee before taking a sip of her water bottle. (Logan suspects the bottle is actually Poppy’s, due to the sun-shiney stickers plastered all over it.) “You and Poppy both. But if you tell anyone that, I’ll gut you like a fish."

“No, you won’t,” Logan says, turning to hand Rosie and Remus their respective drinks. “You never do.”

Jan flips her off, but Virginia comes up behind her and leans her forehead against her shoulder. Logan turns, kissing her forehead, and smiles.

Life is good today, she thinks. Life is good.

(screen names!

virgin -> gin(ny) and tonic; ginny <3 = virginia (virgil)

lo tide = logan

snesbian (snake lesbian) = jan (janus)

soda poppy = poppy (patton)

ace attorney irl = remus

violets are blue rosie is me = rosie (roman) (thanks to @rosesisupposes for letting me borrow your screen name for this!)

[passable-talent]

| part 1 | part 2 |

this storyline might end up being long 👀 so in order for me to get to other requests I’m gonna not continue it until someone requests an extension again. thanks y’all 💕💕

edit: EIGHT MILLION PEOPLE HAVE ASKED FOR THIS TO BE CONTINUED IT WILL BE U ITS OKAY

edit: | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 |

Rice seemed to be the morning meal. There was an abundance of it, and it was filling, and you wouldn’t complain, as you had food at all. What was weird, though, was standing beside Zuko as you waited for Katara to scoop you your serving.

As soon as you got your portion you left his side, making a beeline to Toph, sitting down beside her on the edge of the fountain.

“I’ve been practicing my seismics,” you told her, and she didn’t much acknowledge you other than a quick nod. You weren’t wearing shoes, as you tended not to in the morning, and you pressed the flat of your foot into the floor.

“Watch this,” you said, and you closed your eyes as you put a scoop of rice to your mouth. At the same time, you dug your toe into the ground, sending a small stone up under Sokka.

He shot up from the floor and rubbed his behind, scowling. Toph, on the other hand, burst out laughing.

“Toph!” Sokka shouted, a slight waiver in his voice with the cracking of his throat.

“It wasn’t me!” She said back, still laughing. Sokka turned his gaze to you, almost glaring, and you gave him back a charming, innocent smile.

Despite yourself, your eyes flicked for a moment to Zuko, and you found him with a smile on his face.

You had missed that smile, and you hadn’t known it until now.

Aang and Zuko disappeared for a while to rediscover Zuko’s firebending, which you thought was hilarious. Of course he loses his firebending, right when you need him to be a firebender. You spend the few days they were gone practicing your earthbending and wrestling with your emotions, but you got no further than you’d gotten the night he came and talked to you.

You still cared for him. And that made you angry sometimes.

When he returned with Aang, once again capable of firebending, you were glad that Aang once again had his teacher. But you were also glad that Zuko was back. You, just like Katara, were slowly learning to laugh at him, or with him, depending on the day. You were letting your guard down, bit by bit, and allowing yourself to look at him more and more.

There was this... tension whenever the two of you were in the same room. It was like neither of you were quite willing to speak first, out of pride or awkwardness or something of the like. You couldn’t tell what he was feeling, but to you it felt like there was something just out of reach, blocking you from taking a step closer to forgiving him. It frustrated you, because you did miss the friendship you once had with him.

One night, while the rest of the group were sitting around a fire, you decided to take your anger out on some rocks. So you travelled up the cliff side, to where you could pitch stones around without worrying about destroying the temple. You began by practicing your forms, the strong stances that earthbending martial arts were known for, but with the adrenaline and anger you felt you soon moved to different techniques. Earthbending’s kicks were very contact based- as though you would hit the body and stop. But your lean stature made it easier for you to practice other types of kicks, those that spun or involved jumps. It made the rocks move differently, but you knew that if you could master the style of earthbending that fit your frame, you’d be more unpredictable in battle.

That was the logic. Sometimes, you just needed to spin and jump and land with an impact. Sometimes you just needed to stomp and pretend it was the fire lord’s face underneath your foot, or Azula you launched that boulder into instead of a tree. You tried to picture one of your boulders knocking Zuko down a few pegs, but you couldn’t. He was being so kind- he made tea for the group and tried to make you all laugh. He helped Aang learn firebending, and offered to light a fire in your bedroom to keep you warm on a particularly cold day.

You couldn’t hold a grudge against him. Your grip on your anger was wearing away, and leaving behind what you realized was the root of it all, leaving behind that wall that had blocked you from stepping closer to him.

Fear.

You were afraid of how close you had once been to him. You were afraid that it would be all too easy to fall into old habits, and you’d be left betrayed once again. You were afraid of how much he meant to you, all this time.

And fear made you lash out.

You spun and dug your knuckles into the ground to launch a few stones into the air, the thit as they impacted with a tree satisfying to your ears. The rumbling of the earth as you pulled it’s rock from the ground made you feel better, and the slight stinging pain in your joints reminded you of your power, because even if you couldn’t control Zuko and your emotions, you could control the earth.

“Y/N?” Zuko’s voice startled you so deeply that a hunk of rock was punched in his direction before you even registered it was him, at which point you pulled your fist back and threw it to the ground, reversing the stone headed right for Zuko and burying it back in the dirt.

“Sorry,” you said, breathing hard with eyes wide. You’d almost smacked him. With a boulder. That would’ve been bad. “You scared me.” He laughed worriedly, reaching up to scratch the back of his head.

“Well you got me back,” he said, looking for a moment at the stone you’d put back into the ground after almost flattening him with it. He turned his gaze back to you. “Can I tell you something that you can’t tell anyone else?” You furrowed your eyebrows, but nodded.

“I have a feeling Sokka is going to do something very stupid tonight, and I’m not going to let him go alone. So I don’t know how long we’ll be gone, and I didn’t want to go without saying goodbye.” All sorts of emotions came rushing up your throat, and you frowned.

“What’s he trying to do that you don’t know how long it’s going to be?” You asked, before you could stop yourself. Knowing that he may not answer that question, you followed it up with a few more. “Is it dangerous? Do you think you’ll be gone more than a day?”

“There’s no way to know,” he said, and looked to the side. “It might be a few days.” You swallowed hard, one hand coming up to squeeze your other bicep. There was silence, for a moment, other than the croaking of the badger frogs in the forest.

“I, uh,” you let slip out, and you swallowed hard. “Just stay safe and come back, okay?” Your eyes caught his, and you found vulnerability swimming in them. You knew he must’ve seen the same.

“Yeah,” he said, and turned to renter the temple. You watched him walk away for a moment, overwhelming worry and dread overtaking you and keeping you rooted to your spot.

“Zuko?” You finally forced out, and he turned back to you. You broke from your stance and ran forward, wrapping his torso in a hug before you thought enough to stop yourself. You closed your eyes tightly, as though if you didn’t see him, you wouldn’t know how he reacted.

His arms came around your shoulders and he held you tightly, resting his nose down and onto your shoulder.

“Thanks for telling me,” you said, and he nodded. You pulled away and let him go, your hand pressed to the dirt to sense him as he travelled back down to the temple.

He was gone the next morning, along with Sokka. You kept your mouth shut, knowing that it wasn’t a fishing trip at all, and waited, simmering with the knowledge he’d given you. Your curse was the worst of all, as you knew that they were doing something dangerous, but you didn’t know what. You could only hope that they’d come back. And when they did, they brought with them Hakoda and Suki. It was a great surprise, and you hugged him when he returned.

You were relieved to see him alive.

He hugged you back, tightly, as though he was struggling with something, and you watched him when he pulled away.

“I need to talk to you,” he said, not meeting your eyes.

“Okay, why?”

“I ran into Mai.”

-🦌 Roe

[remmysbounty]

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I WANT JOAQUIN AS A DAD WITH A LITTLE GIRL WITH HIS CURLY BROWN HAIR PLS AND THANKS

YES I KNOW WE DISCUSSED THIS BUT THIS NEEDS TO BE SHARED WITH THE WORLD SO THANK YOU!!! Also even though this one includes a child it is still gn!reader

You looked at the clock, and settled yourself in the kitchen right where you would have a perfect look at the door. Because in- you looked again at the clock- 2 minutes, your husband was going to walk through the door and you were going to be greeted with the sight of him and your daughter just being in one another’s presence. A sight that even though you weren’t included always brought a smile to your face.

Your daughter knew that time was coming too and started to settle herself in plain view of the door. Her impatience getting stronger and stronger as the clock ticked on.

Then the door opened, “PAPI!” Her curly brown hair, a clear inheritance from her dad, mixing in with Joaquin’s military regulation hair, as he brought her up in his arms.

“Hola mi muñeca,” Joaquin kept his focus on your daughter, the two of them talking about what she did today as he slowly made his way over to you.

You kept your eyes focused on the two loves of your life, their attention only on one another, which gave you the chance to really see how similar the two of them were.

Each day this routine happened and each day you found something new that just proved how your daughter was very much a mini-version of her father. Of course, neither of them knew about the growing list in your head, and they never would, but you hoped that the list would never come to an end.

With their routine conversation coming to an end, Joaquin’s eyes met yours and you felt your smile growing bigger just as his did.

“Hola mi amor,” he brought you into his arms and dropped a soft kiss on your lips before resting his forehead against yours, “How was your day?”

You pressed your lips against his a second time, “My day was good, how was yours?”

“It was alright,” he dropped his head into your neck as he breathed in your scent, your hands feeling the way that his body relaxed entirely the second he did so, “But I missed you two a lot today.”

“We missed you too, amor,” one of your hands started to trace over his chest softly, “and I think Dani wants you to spend more time with her tonight since you couldn’t do her hair this morning.”

He kissed your neck softly in response, “I’m sorry for leaving so early, mi mar.”

“Joaquin,” you pulled your husband’s face up so that you could look him in the eye, “you know that you having to leave early doesn’t bother me at all, but Dani was pretty sad when she crawled into bed to find Fish in your spot.”

At hearing his name, Fish joined the three of you in the kitchen. He was an older dog now but he was just as lovable as he was back when Joaquin first found him, even if he spent part of his day sleeping and the rest of it trailing after Dani.

The rest of the day the four of you spent your time together and when Dani finally declared she was going to sleep, she pulled her dad from the pinkie towards her room where the two of them started on their routine.

This was their time together, you weren’t involved whatsoever, not that you minded because it gave you the chance to once again just admire your husband and your daughter. You knew Joaquin would be an amazing dad and watching him each night with Dani further proved your point. Each night he put her hair in two braids, always reminding her that her curly and voluminous hair was beautiful and the people before her who cherished their hair just like Joaquin was teaching her too, and once she was all dressed in her pjs and laying in bed he told her a story.

You never knew what they were about, something that the two of them kept a secret from you, but once again you didn’t mind. Your eyes started to flutter to a close as you continued to watch your loves, and when you opened them again after having closed for a couple seconds you found Joaquin watching you from the doorway of Dani’s room.

With a soft pout and an outstretched hand, you beckoned him over, letting Joaquin lift you off the couch as you became pliant in his arms. Together the two of you got into bed, whispering about the little things you loved about one another and the future and everything and anything in between. And as you closed your eyes once again, you made sure to whisper the thought that runs through your mind every time Joaquin walks through the door and Dani flings herself into his arms, “Tu eres un papá increíble. El mejor del mundo.”

——

translations:

hola mi muñeca: hi my little one

hola mi amor: hi my love

tu eres un papá increíble. El mejor del mundo: you are an incredible dad. The best in the world

——

Joaquin Torres: @pascalpanic @cleversturmhond @booksmusicteaandanimals @cooluncleboba @autumnleaves1991-reads @marvelouss-marvel @mischiefmanaged71 @the-and-sign-anon @barzal-burakovsky @young-romanoff

[suddencolds]

different anon here but omg im so happy you made a kaeya/albedo drabble.. could you write up a pt 2 where kaeya catches his cold? doesnt have to be long, anything would do if youd be so kind

😭 anon... please, have mercy. Reversed roles are my absolute ~weakness~, so just this once, I am here to deliver a fic that I didn’t spend like 300 years writing. (Thanks for the excuse to write these two!!)

[part 1] 

—

A few days pass before he sees Kaeya again.

Albedo is only at the headquarters to ask Lisa if she has any books on the medicinal uses of Liyue specialties. The meeting is a coincidence, all things considered. Kaeya is leading a group of Knights—new recruits, Albedo thinks, because he’s pretty sure those are new faces—back into the main hall.

“Captain,” one of the recruits is saying. “I’m sorry about today. I’ll do better next time.”

“Struggling with training?” Kaeya asks. “I hope you weren’t hurt.”

“I wasn’t. I just… I should have been able to dodge. Back up in Starfell Valley, when that hilichurl fired. It wasn’t hidden or anything, but I didn’t notice.”

Kaeya shakes his head. “It’s a lot to think about, right? That’s one of the tricky things about fighting with a close-range weapon. It’s not a bad thing to pay attention to whomever you’re clashing swords with. Just don’t forget to keep an eye out for enemies that are further out.”

“Got it,” the recruit says, solemn.

“Your swordsmanship has improved, though.” Kaeya adds, “I can tell you practiced. The new sword suits you.”

The recruit brightens visibly. “Thanks a lot, Captain.”

It’s not surprising, really—Kaeya has a strange talent for saying the right thing at the right time. He’s patient, too, and good at strategizing; all things considered, Albedo can’t think of someone more qualified to be training the Knights.

But Albedo isn’t here to watch. It just looks like their group is about to adjourn, and he figures he should really thank Kaeya for his help a few days ago—Kaeya is a fast learner, and an even better conversation partner. Had it not been for him, Albedo knows he would’ve been up on Dragonspine for much longer.

Currently, Kaeya is turning to address the entire group. He still hasn’t noticed Albedo’s presence, it seems.

“Great work today,” He says, then launches into a speech about strategy. It’s not a notable incident—or, it shouldn’t be—except the more he talks, the more Albedo can tell how tired he is. It’s subtle. It’s Kaeya—of course it’s subtle. But his posture looks deceptively casual—really, it looks like it’s taking all of his energy to keep himself presentable—and mid-speech, he’s actually stifling a yawn. His voice sounds slightly off, too, perhaps from overuse.

They’re all busy, Albedo knows. But he feels guilty nonetheless. He knows it had been Kaeya’s decision to help him, but still—perhaps it hadn’t been the best choice, seeing how much he still has to do.

“Captain Kaeya,” one of the other recruits interjects, after Kaeya finishes his speech. Most of the other Knights have already started to leave. “If you are free later, could I stay late to train with you today?”

And Kaeya—

—Kaeya, for some reason, hesitates. He shuts his eyes for just a second, as if he’s at war with himself, before he opens them again. This time, his smile is a little less effortless, a little more strained. “Of course. I need to get some paperwork filled out first, but I’ll meet you after.”

“Alright, thanks! I’ll wait for you outside?”

“Sure. I won’t be long.”

The recruit—oblivious to the fact that something’s wrong—turns to head towards the exit. Kaeya sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, his eyebrows furrowed. He really looks exhausted.

Albedo wants to call out to him. He’ll say thanks, and then he’ll get out of Kaeya’s way. But then Kaeya starts off towards Jean’s office—to pick up paperwork, presumably—and stops halfway down the hall, tensing, one hand hovering over his face—

“hiiH… hiiH’ESSCH’ew!”

It sounds… rough, and tired, as if he’s been doing that all day. He sniffles, shivering, and continues walking, and Albedo knows.

He feels bad immediately. Kaeya had been kind enough to help out—of course he had, he’s selfless like that—even though he must have been busy. Meanwhile, Albedo hadn’t thought to tell him to sit further away, hadn’t been careful enough about not touching what he’d touched, hadn’t stepped away when Kaeya had insisted on walking back with him, hadn’t protested when Kaeya had lent him his scarf for the walk back through Dragonspine’s freezing weather…

...All things considered, this is most certainly Albedo’s fault.

—

“I got it, Jean,” Kaeya says, taking the pile of paperwork from her desk.

“Take it easy,” she says. “You should go straight home after this.”

Kaeya smiles tiredly at her. “Oh? I thought you didn’t want me slacking off. I can do more today, really.”

Jean rolls her eyes. “You look like you’re about to fall asleep standing. Please, for the love of Barbatos, get some rest.”

Kaeya can’t say he feels very differently than Jean says he looks. Still, even if Jean won’t ask him to stick around, the new recruits will—he likes them, but they’re still new to combat, which makes things harder on him. In between scouting domains, looking out for the younger knights, and trying to cover for the mistakes they make, perhaps he’s pushed himself just a bit.

“It’s just a cold,” he says, turning as far away from her as possible to cough into his elbow. “No one’s ever taken off work for a cold.”

“For now it is,” Jean says. “I don’t want it to turn into something worse because you won’t rest.”

“It won’t. It’s just paperwork, right? I could do that in my sleep.” And one-on-one training with a recruit. And after that, another meeting with the Knights, and a domain East of here to scout out on his own, but Jean can find out about that later when she’s reading his reports.

It’s very unfortunate that he has to sneeze.

He takes another step away from her, lifting his hand to cover.

“hiIH’EESCH’-ew!” he winces. The sneeze is loud, and it sounds almost as miserable as he feels, which means it feels far too transparent. “Hiih… hIIH… snf… hiiih’IiDDZScsh’ew! hIIIH’EZSCHh’-iu! ugh… snf…”

“Bless you,” Jean says, sighing as she passes him the tissue box on her desk. He takes a generous handful of them and before handing it back. “You sound awful.”

Kaeya laughs, pocketing the tissues. “You never fail to flatter me, Acting Grandmaster.”

“Forgive me for being worried,” Jean says flatly. “At least tell me you’ll take care of yourself.” “Of course. When do I not?”

She gives him a significant look, which is fair.

He takes the chance to leave her office. His head hurts, more than it would if he’d just had a bit too much to drink, and it’s the kind of headache that he knows is going to get much, much worse if he doesn’t take it easy. Maybe if he rushes, he can get the paperwork done before then.

The recruit he’d spoken to is waiting for him outside, he recalls. He rubs his nose, shivering, and heads for the door.

Someone is waiting for him, but it’s not the person he expects.

Kaeya musters the energy to smile. “Albedo! Did you need something?” He probably shouldn’t be taking on additional responsibilities after Jean’s already told him to take him easy, but then again, this is Albedo—whatever he needs, it must be  worth staying late for.

“I just happened to be stopping by,” Albedo starts. “I, err, wanted to ask Lisa about my research.”

“I take it that you didn’t find what you needed?”

“I did.” “Is that so?” Kaeya says, faltering—if that’s the case, he’s not sure why Albedo is still here. “Were you waiting for me, then?”

It’s supposed to be a joke, except Albedo hesitates, and Kaeya feels bad for suggesting it.

“Actually, I was,” Albedo says, which is a surprise.

Kaeya’s breath has gone unsteady again, and he rubs his nose, sniffling. Albedo, who seems not to have noticed, keeps talking.

“I wanted to tell you—”

Kaeya doesn’t want to interrupt, but colds tend to make his sneezes so jarringly unavoidable. He turns away, lifting up a hand to shield his face. “Hiiih… hiih’EESCHh’ew!” He gasps, and with a muffled sniffle, presses his hand closer to his face. “HIIH… hiiIH’IIZSCHH-uu! hIIIH’NGKT-Sshew! snf…!”

—His shoulders untense as he finally lowers his hand, fishing through his pocket for tissues. How embarrassing, he thinks, blowing his nose as softly as he can. He doesn’t exactly want to look over to Albedo to see the expression on his face—disgust, probably, or worse, pity—

“I’m sorry,” Albedo says instead.

Kaeya’s glance snaps upwards in surprise. “What?” “I was hoping you wouldn’t catch this,” he frowns, looking away. “I wasn’t careful enough. I did not intend for you to feel miserable because of me.”

What is that supposed to mean? “This isn’t because of you.”

“Captain,” Albedo starts, completely serious. “Whose cold do you think you have?”

Kaeya blinks. It’s true—he’s probably caught this from Albedo, given that he can’t think of anyone else who’s been sick lately—but that doesn’t mean that Albedo should feel guilty over it. “Colds spread. It happens, it’s not your fault.”

“I should have been more careful,” Albedo shakes his head dejectedly. “Or perhaps I should not have accepted your help at all when you offered to stay. I knew you must have had a lot of work. It was selfish of me.”

“I told you, I wanted to help,” Kaeya insists.

Albedo sighs. “You are selfless to the extent that it is detrimental sometimes.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I sent the recruit home, by the way. Really, you couldn’t have told him to wait a couple days?”

“He asked for my help.” Kaeya holds a hand up, veering away again. “I wasn’t going to deny him just because of… a… hiIH… c-cold… HIIih’EESSCHh’ew! HIIIH’GKTt!-shew!” His head throbs in protest, and he sniffles, tilting his head upwards, a fresh tissue in hand, in ticklish anticipation. “hiIIH… hiIIH’IIIZZSCH’ew!”

It takes everything in him not to slump against the wall.

“Bless you,” Albedo says. “You sound—”

“—awful?” He lowers the tissue with a laugh. “I know. Jean informed me.”

“I was going to say tired,” Albedo says, shifting forward to feel Kaeya’s forehead. His hand shifts to Kaeya’s cheek, studying him with a look of such intense concentration, Kaeya tries not to smile. “I don’t think you have a fever, but you’re warm. Allow me to walk you home?”

As enticing as the offer sounds, he shouldn’t. Everyone else is working hard—he knows if he does less work than usual, it will be Jean and Amber picking up the slack, which is the last thing he wants. “I still have lots to do.”

“It can wait until you’re well. The Knights will survive if you take a day off.” Albedo drops his hand, but he’s still looking at Kaeya with the same intensity. “I will talk to Jean, if it’s an issue.”

“Please don’t talk to Jean,” Kaeya says sheepishly. He’s sure she wouldn’t exactly be thrilled to find out about his plans to stay and work late.

Albedo raises an eyebrow. “Will you listen to me, then?”

Maybe it’s not such a bad idea, after all—he can head home, sleep this headache away, and come back in the evening. “Well,” he starts. “If… hiIIH… hiiIH’ESSCH’ew! snf-! If you insist…”

“I do.”

“...I guess I could head home early.”

It’s worth it, for the way Albedo smiles softly in response. He looks... relieved, Kaeya realizes, which is strange, too—he hadn’t expected Albedo to be so worried about him.

Kaeya starts off in the direction of his house. It’s not a long walk from the headquarters—certainly closer than the manor was, back when he’d lived there. Admittedly, it’s lonelier sometimes, living on his own.

Unexpectedly, Albedo follows him.

“You’re really walking me back,” Kaeya says, slightly disbelieving.

“Yes,” Albedo says. “Would you prefer if I didn’t?”

“It’s nice.” Kaeya sniffles, stifling a cough into a raised hand. “I hope you’re not just doing this because you feel bad about this.”

Albedo hums. “I’m not. I am quite free this afternoon, thanks to your help. I do feel bad, though.”

“Doing alchemy with you was the most exciting part of my week,” Kaeya says honestly, flashing him a grin. “I’d say it was worth catching a cold over.”

Albedo stares back at him. Then he smiles back, so brightly that Kaeya feels warmer, just looking at him. “You could come visit more often, then. I enjoy having company if it’s you.”

[theleftovertaco]

April Fools

I’ve always wondered if April Fools existed in the wizarding world. I’ve come to the conclusion for this fic that it doesnt so the reader can introduce the Weasley twins to it. Chaos ensues. This takes place in harrys 3rd year and the twins 5th year. Technically you would be in 5th year as well, but your gender nor house are specified.

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You were writing your potions essay in the quidditch stands when an identical set of loud voices brought you out of your trance.

“Hey, short stack.” Fred and George flew up to your section.

“Oh look, it’s the demonic duo.”

George smirked, “Because we’re so devilishly handsome?”

“No, because your both so ugly that even Jesus couldnt save your face so satan had to take you.” You heard two squawks of indignation but continued on.

“Also, I’m not that short. Y/H is average.”

“Ah,” Fred sat down to your right, “but your shorter than us, so your short.”

“Everyone’s shorter than you two beanstalks.”

“You’re still short.” You stuck your tongue out at George and he mirrored you.

“What do you two want?”

“I’m hurt... always assuming we want something..” Fred trailed off.

“Yeah, we can’t have a conversation with our best friend?”

“I feel betrayed.”

“Depressed.”

“Cheated!”

“Is our friendship a lie?”

“Enough!” You giggled out.

“You don’t have to need something, but you stopped in the middle of practice for a reason.”

“Well... Gryffindor team likes to listen to music when we practice right?” Fred leaned in and put his chin on your shoulder.

“Ok and?”

“Well, all we have is Celestina Warbeck music and your muggle music just is much better than ‘a cauldron full of strong, hot love’”, George sung that last bit.

“So we wanna know if we can borrow your CDs and player?”

“Flawless impression. Yes you can use them, I’ll bring them out next practice. Though honestly, I really ought to get you one of your own so you don’t have to keep asking every time u want to listen to music.”

George hummed in agreement next to you.

“Maybe that’ll be your birthday gift. When is it anyways... I’ve known you two for almost a year and you never told me.”

“It’s in about a month. April 1st.” George confirmed.

You let out a bark of laughter. “Yeah, that checks out.”

You got a rare pause of silence.

“What do you mean ‘that checks out’?” Fred looked honestly confused, and so did George.

“Are you both messing with me? You have to know what holiday is on April 1st right?” They shook their heads no.

“Really? Hold on a second let me ask Hermione if she knows anything. ‘Mione!” You got her attention from a few stands over and she jogged over to the three of you.

“Yeah, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, can you answer a question?” She nodded and you continued, “ without saying it out loud, you know what holiday is on April 1st, right?” She nodded again.

“Yea, why is that relevant?”

“Because they don’t!” You motioned frantically to the twins behind you and Hermione shook her head.

“Do not tell them they don’t need another reason to go around causing more chaos.”

“Oooh,” Fred lifted up his head in interest, “this sounds interesting. What holiday is on April 1st that we don’t know about?”

Hermione shook her head as Harry flew over and dismounted. “What’s going on, practice is over, why aren’t you lot leaving?”

You turned to him quickly, “Harry, without saying it, you know what holiday is on, April 1st, right?” He nodded before realizing what was going on and started laughing.

“Don’t encourage them Harry!” Hermione pushed him slightly.

“Why not? It would be funny to see what they do with that.”

Fred and George were getting frustrated, “With what?”

“Don’t tell them, Y/N!”

“Tell them, Y/N!” “Tell us, Y/N!”

“Ok ok I’ll tell you!” You conceded and Hermione threw her hands up in exasperation and left to collect her bag.

“On two conditions!”

Fred and George whispered to each other for a second before turnin to you and nodding.

“Of course.” Said George with a sly grin.

“What are these conditions?” Fred finished for him.

“Number 1. When I tell you the holiday, I get full immunity from the days effects.”

“But of course.” They spoke in unison

“Number 2. Anyone asks, I had nothing to do with this.”

Fred shrugged, “That’s fair. So, what holiday is on April 1st?”

You grinned before replying, “April Fool’s!”

“What is April Fool’s?” George’s eyes went wide.

“A holiday dedicated to playing pranks on people. Muggles prank their friends, family, teachers, principal. In my primary school one of my friends put a bunch of live chickens in a teachers car.”

They looked at you with pure glee.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!” Fred and George each planted a kiss on you cheek and ran off.

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Fred and George dropped into the library chairs in front of you two weeks later.

“So we were thinking.” Fred grinned from the chair closest to you.

“And since you were the one to tell us about this glorious holiday, you should be part of the celebration.”

“No.”

“Why nooooot?” George whined, setting his chin on the table and looking at you with his best puppy eyes.

“I’m not going to get in trouble for a holiday and besides, its your holiday. You don’t need me interfering.”

“But we want you there so you should do it, right? And you wouldn’t be interfering. Please?” Fred joined his brother in puppy eyeing you.

You sighed and nodded in agreement.

“Yay! So we were thinking that maybe we could pull something minor on each of the teachers and then something major on the whole school. What do you think?”

“It could work, but you would have to tailor it to each teacher. Snape can’t stand background noise and high pitches, McGonagall hates being even remotely interrupted, Flitwick can’t stand his bookstack being messed with, and Lupin, for whatever reason, doesn’t like fish.”

“Fish?” George tilted his head like a confused puppy.

“Yeah, he thinks they’re gross or something.”

They both nodded before Fred spoke up, “Ok, so what are you suggesting?”

You thought for a moment before responding, “For snape, I have this little old transportable music player. We could charm it to follow him around and play a bunch of kazoo noises in the background. The more he tries to get rid of it the higher pitch and louder it gets.”

“Ooh, I like that. What else?” George nodded for you to continue.

“We could find a spell where every time McGonagall tries to speak, she gets interrupted by, I don’t know, a horn or something? Flitwick I don’t really have anything.”

“I like the way you think.” Fred grinned and added in, “ . We could turn Lupin’s class into a tiny lake and fill it with fish while he’s up in his office?”

George nodded, “And we could make Flitwick's stack fly around the room while he’s on it?”

“You’re both evil. It’s fantastic.” You high fived them and the three of you left to enact your plans.

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The next two weeks were a never-ending whirlwind of prank planning and late night kitchen runs, but finally the three of you were done. The plans were set up and now all there was to do was wait.

First class of the day was McGonagall’s and the three of you walked in trying to wipe the grins off your face.

“Good morning class, please turn to-” *HONK* Your professor whipped her head around to see where the sound was coming from to no avail. She shook her head and continued on.

“As I was-” *HONK HONK* “Where is that noise coming from?”

The class stifled laughter as she ran around looking for the origin of the honking.

For twenty minutes.

“I swear to” *HONK*

“Oh for the love of” *HOOOOONK*

Eventually McGonagall grew tired and dismissed the class half an hour early.

Snape was next on the hit list.

Your professor strode into the classroom, looking obviously annoyed. A tiny radio followed after him playing a nonsense tune with kazoos. The class  burst into laughter but was promptly shut up by a particularly harsh glare.

The next hour was trademarked by Snape repeatedly trying to destroy the radio physically or through magic while he had the class make a healing potion. The noise just got louder and louder and when the bell rang for the last class before lunch Snape barked at everyone to “GET OUT NOW”.

At lunch, you, Fred, and George each grabbed a sandwich and an apple and were about to rush out to have time to set up Lupin’s prank when Harry, Ron, and Hermione stopped you.

“The radio in Snape’s class, who’s bloody idea was that?” Fred and George pointed to you and Ron responded with a high five.

As you three left you could hear Hermione reprimanding Ron for encouraging you.

Lupin’s class took time to set up, but he always took lunch in his office and rarely opened the door.

The three of you placed a tiny device in the center of the floor, rushed out of the classroom, and waited.

You heard a loud BANG and then a stream of curses before running off to hide.

By the time you three returned for class, a student had opened the door to find Lupin taking refuge at the staircase and yelling that class was cancelled for the day and to read Chapter 17!

This brings us to Flitwick’s class.

The plan for his had already been enacted. Since when the three of you stepped into his class, he was clutching onto  Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 and yelling out instructions while also asking that someone help him down.

You three took pity halfway through class and found a ladder for him to use.

The four pranks had gone off without a hitch, now you just needed to pull of dinner and everything would be perfect.

Fred and George snuck into the kitchens and as food was being prepared to go out, they placed a few drops of a specialized potion on about half of the platters.

So they reconvened with you at dinner.

You each sat there, and then you waited as people dug into their food.

After about thirty seconds the chaos you had been waiting for occurred. Half the Great Hall turned into various zoo creatures, all frantically running around the tables and crashing into people. The human half of the hall was torn between laughing and running.

They ultimately settled on running.

As everyone cleared out of the hall, the students were ushered back to their respective dorms, and the three of you escaped to the kitchens.

As soon as the portrait entrance was closed, the three of you looked at each other before bursting into laughter.

“AHAHAHAHA- OH that was BRILLIANT!” You half screamed.

“Did you see the look on Sprouts face when Snape turned into a peacock? A PEACOCK!” Fred screeched, nearly on the floor.

“I don’t know if we could ever outdo that!” George replied, who was on the floor.

Eventually the three of you calmed down and you caught your breath to reply.

“Knowing you two, you could. Before we leave, come on. I got you something.”

You brought them over to a table in the middle of the kitchens where two cupcakes and a CD player was set up, along with around 10 CDs next to it.

“I completely forgot about that!” Fred exclaimed.

“Thank you so much!” George and Fred leaned down a little to hug you at the same time.

“Uh, guys, getting a little crushed here.”

“Right, sorry.” George detangled himself from the hug.

“I’m not, gonna keep crushing you.” Fred squeezed tighter.

You laughed and hugged him back.

“Happy Birthday.”