#i almost wrote something about prom's emotions proving he's human

[lhugbereth]

Stop biting your lip and bite me instead! Maybe Gladio x Prompto Gimme that SMUT!!!

Heeee~~~eey, more Promptio! I actually just did this quote for another pairing (IgNyx) so it was a little tricky to come up with something different for the plot. But, well, here ya go! Jealous!Prompto and Really-wants-to-be-Dommed!Gladio having a fight and then makeup sex :) 

~1,100 words, semi-NSFW

Sometimes - and only on rare occasions - Prompto can be way worse than Iris. Like today, Gladio thinks, as he follows behind his usually bright, bubbling boyfriend in an ice-cold silence.

Whatever he’s done, it’s apparently bad enough to keep Prompto from speaking to him all day. The blond won’t even look at him - which is particularly unfortunate because Ignis has decided to whisk Noct off to cash in on a Hunt, leaving the two of them behind at camp. Alone. With no interruptions.

They should be halfway to naked by now inside the privacy of the tent, in Gladio’s opinion. But instead, he’s marching after his boyfriend with an armful of the Leidan peppers they’ve just picked, and trying desperately to get some kind - any kind - of reaction out of him.

“Was it the car ride last night?” he tries again, unable to hide the exasperation from his tone. “Did I say something wrong? No? Then this morning - was it the comment about your hair?”

Though he doesn’t stop moving, Prompto does grace him with a cool glance over his shoulder. “What about my hair?”

Finally! Prom might still be pissed, but at least Gladio’s got his attention now. “Well. It was all, uh, poofy, kinda like a baby chocobo, y’know? ”

“Ugh.”

“C’mon, babe, it was a joke. And you love chocobos, right? They’re so cute, just like you.”

“I don’t care about the stupid joke, dude.” The campsite comes into view ahead of them. Carved into the rock, the protective runes glow a gentle, soothing blue in the afternoon sun; yet not soothing enough, it seems, to calm Prompto’s mood. “How do you still not get it?”

Taking a few quick strides forward, Gladio at last catches up with the blond just outside of camp. “Maybe if you tried talking to me instead of ignoring me all day, I’d know what I did to piss you off.”

“It should be obvious!”

He has to clench his jaw to keep from raising his voice in response. “Well, spell it out for me, Prom, ‘cause clearly I ain’t a mind-reader.”

Prompto throws the peppers he’s been holding into a careless pile on top of the prep table. Beside him, Gladio does the same, although with considerably more attitude, and they both turn to face each other with tight, drawn frowns.

“That guy at the diner last night.”

“What guy?”

“The cute waiter. The one who was flirting with you literally the whole night?” A splash of red appears behind dark freckles, and Prompto drops his gaze to the ground between their feet. “You looked so into him.”

For a moment, Gladio doesn’t know how to respond. Doesn’t even remember any waiter or flirting or whatever Prompto is talking about, but clearly it’s still pretty fresh in his mind. “I wasn’t into anyone last night. Except you.”

Prompto actually rolls his eyes. “You just don’t get it, Gladdy. Everywhere we go, the same thing happens. Chicks and dudes throw themselves at you, and I feel like…. I feel like I can’t compete!”

So that’s what this is about. It’s an argument they’ve had before, of course, and the problem boils down to Prom’s lack of confidence more than anything Gladio’s actually done wrong. They both know that - and they both know it isn’t an easy problem to solve. But Gladio has heard this too many times. Why can’t Prompto just trust him? “Not sure how someone flirting with me is my fault. I didn’t even notice.”

“Exactly. You’re just so used to the attention, aren’t you? You don’t even try to fend ‘em off.” Blue eyes start to fill up with the telltale precursor to actual tears, and Prompto hastily rubs at them with his hands. “It’s like you forget I exist at all.”

Nothing, Gladio thinks, could be further from the truth. He’s gotta make Prom understand that - whatever it takes.

His hand is moving before his mind has finished working out a plan. Latches onto one thin wrist and all-but yanks Prompto forward to get his attention. Holds him sternly in place as his eyes darken visibly. “I love you, idiot. Only you. If you’re so worried about other people, then get a little more aggressive.”

The blond blinks, not understanding. “Aggressive? What, like, shooting at them?”

“No, Prom! Ramuh’s beard, I mean with me! Possessive, territorial. Y’know, grab my ass and show everyone else I’m yours.”

“You….” He shakes his head as if he can’t believe what he’s hearing. “You’d let me do that?”

“Let you? Fuck, babe, it’d be fucking hot.” In demonstration, Gladio wraps his free arm around Prompto’s waist, allowing his fingers to squeeze around a mound of firm, mouth-watering ass. Prompto swallows - hard.

“But…. I’m not….”

“Babe.” He’s still on edge. They both are, but he leans in anyway, raking his teeth over Prompto’s soft pink lips in a demanding kiss. Pulls him in closer, just long enough to taste that familiar spark of need, before he’s releasing him again. “You want me? Prove it. Stop biting your lip, and bite me instead.”

In the space of a few heartbeats, Prompto makes up his mind. He doesn’t speak, but that’s because he doesn’t have to - every command is as clear as the afternoon sky above them, and soon enough Gladio’s pinned between him and the table. Groans as Prompto’s mouth closes down on the side of his neck, sharp teeth already beginning to work marks into his skin.

Hungry. Possessive.

Gladio fucking loves it.

By the time they wrestle their way over to the tent, he’s been stripped down to his boxers and left tingling all over where Prom’s mouth has sucked blood up to the surface. Dark, red hickies snake tellingly down from his neck, over the firm muscles of his chest and stomach to his hips, where the blond is currently lavishing the most attention. Prompto yanks off Gladio’s underwear, shoves him onto the bedroll, and shuts him up fast with those expert lips around his cock.

Sometimes, Gladio thinks through the fog clouding his brain, his boyfriend can be jealous and moody and hard to read. He can be tough on himself and too forgiving of others. He can be weak, and strong, cute and sexy, and everything in between. 

There’s absolutely no other way Gladio would have him.

(Except...maybe with less clothing on. But they’re getting there.)

[8bit-arc-reactor-blog]

The Secret Admirer (Spock X Reader) (High school AU)

Word count:2891 Part 2 of ? 

The next day came rapidly bringing you another day closer to Prom. You stood in front of the mirror holding your dress up against your chest. You were proud of your choice and you couldn’t wait to show it to the girls on Friday night when they came to stay over. You also held the matching masquerade mask against you face. With a confident smirk you bowed to your pretend partner. “Why of course I would love to share this dance with you Spock” You said softly, a blush rising to your cheeks as you began to twirl around the room.

“(Y/N) hurry up or else you’ll be late for the bus!” Your mother called bringing you out of your pretend dance session and almost making you fall over your stool that sat in front of your vanity. You stumbled and fell back on your bed with a thump. “Are you alright in there?” You mother added a few minutes later after she heard the thump.

You scrambled to your feet and quickly put your dress and mask back to where they had once been so you wouldn’t die of embarrassment. “Y-yeah mom I’m fine. I’ll be down in a moment” You called to your mother and then grabbed the necklace that you had gotten yesterday. After doing extensive research of the planets that you had taken notes of before, you had found that the necklace was made of Vokaya. A gem only found in the core of Vulcan itself and a very rare gem. You knew now that your ‘secret admirer’ was either one of two Vulcans that you knew. Spock or Ston. You clasped the necklace around your neck and then grabbed your backpack.

You stood outside in the warm San Francisco air waiting for your bus to arrive. Sitting on the wooden bench with Carol Marcus, one of your friends, you talked about your current language class that you were taking together. Vulcan. You were trying to explain the northern and southern dialects the way Spock had taught you a while back when you felt a soft vibration against your leg. Someone texted you and they kept spamming you. “Sorry Car I have got to answer this because whoever it is won’t leave me alone” You said with an exasperated sigh as you unlocked your phone. You saw all the messages were from Reba making you roll your eyes and then read the messages. You finally asked her what she had wanted and then turned back to Carol. The two of you stood up as the bus arrived. You knew you were gonna deal with Reba’s excitement when you got on the bus.

You and Carol searched for seats on the usually crowded bus. Lucky for you, Reba had saved a seat for you next to her, her smile was absolutely one to rival Loki the god of mischief. “You’ll never guess wha’ happened ta me yesterday” Reba nearly shouted drawing the nosy stares of a few other students.

You clamped you hand over her mouth to shut her up only to feel her lick your palm. “Ew!  Damn it Reba why would you do that for? You psycho!” You groaned and pulled your hand away from her so you could wipe her slobber off of your hand on the leather seat.

“Damn right I’mma psycho! Don’ cha forget it either! Now I wanna tell ya ‘bout who asked me ta prom yesterday durin’ psychology” Reba laughed and stuck her tongue out at you as you both settled back in the seat and watched the other people on the bus slowly turn around.

“Fine tell me then psycho” You huffed and stared at her expectantly. You already knew the answer inside your head because you knew that Leonard was going to ask her. He really liked her which then you said to him “God bless your soul boy” because Reba was not only hyper most of the time, but she was also rough around the edges.

“Leonard McCoy! Oh my god he’s so cute and he told me that he really liked me! I was really hoping he would ask me” Reba chirped laying her head down on your lap. You looked down at her and tried your best not to laugh because of the over dramatically dreamy look in her bright blue eyes.

“That’s awesome Reba, I’m happy for you. At least three of us will have dates to the prom this year. You’ll be with Leonard, Carol will be with Jim and Nyota will be with Scotty” You said with a sad sigh and then stared out the window at the passing houses.

You felt Reba sit up and then she turned you to look at him. “Spock’ll come round hon, don’t worry huh? Where’d ya get that beauty?” Reba asked pointing at the Vokaya necklace that rested on your neck.

“I got this from one of my Vulcan English classmates. I don’t know which one, but if you want I’ll show you the letter that came with it” You said and handed Reba the letter.

“Oh he’s a clever one isn’t he? Ha this is gonna be fun (Y/N) don’t worry you’ll have a Vulcan prince to dance the night away with after all” Reba chuckled as she read the letter and patted you on the shoulder comfortingly. You glared at her because like Nyota, she wasn’t telling you something. She knew something that you didn’t, it seemed like everyone knew something that you didn’t and it was slowly driving you crazy.

STAR TREK

When you went to your locker this morning you found a medium sized package wrapped in a beautiful, old fashioned, new paper style wrapping paper. On the locker there was a note in a dark blue envelope just like the one you had seen the day before on your desk. Your heart was hammering as you knelt down and gently picked up the package. Sure enough it had your name on it scrawled in a fancy cursive handwriting.

Carefully you took the letter out of the door of the locker and then you delicately opened the new paper covering. You found a book. A real hard back book with paper pages, a rarity these days. You then looked at the cover and gently brushed your hand over the golden lettering. The Grimm Fairytales. You raised your eyebrow in confusion for a moment and then carefully you opened the second note and it read:

Hello again. I know that you may be a bit confused about the copy of the book that you hold in your hands. I was able find a perfect copy of it from an old friend of my mother’s. I know that you love books in their original form and not on PADDS so I figured that you may enjoy this.

My Dearest (Y/N). Your second clue.

The book you hold in your hand represents a time when we were children. It was the first time we met remember? We were in a place where books like this used to thrive and it was the only place you could find old text like this. We touched hands the first time we met. Both of us reaching for this book and in the end we sat down at a table together and read it. We were always more peaceful than other kids. After we read one or two of the stories we would play together. I was the knight and you were the princess, my pet would always be the dragon. I do miss those simple times, but even children have to grow up. Can you make a conclusion?

-Your Secret Admirer

 After reading the note you heard the bell ring signaling that it was time for class. You quickly and carefully placed the book in an extra pocket of your backpack and then tucked the note into your jacket pocket. Making sure you had all of your school books you ran down the hallway hoping to make it to Algebra on time.

In Algebra you couldn’t pay attention because you were trying to figure out what the second clue had meant. You had forgotten where you had met Ston, but from the way he and T’pring, a female Vulcan classmate, had been passing notes back and forth you were almost sure it wasn’t him. A voice inside your head told you to be happy that it wasn’t Ston because he was the captain of the football team and he could be a real douche sometimes.

Sadly you also realized that even though Ston and Spock were the only two male Vulcans that you shared classes with there were plenty of other male Vulcan exchange students there. Then again none of them would know about the stories of the Grimm fairytales. Vulcans don’t know how to play knights and dragons or save the princess. One Vulcan did and he was your best friend. He was half human so of course he would remember such an emotional memory from days past.

STAR TREK

It was Friday night and you were excited because your friends were all coming over to spend the night. The next day you would all go and get your nails and hair done before coming back and getting into your dresses. During the week the presents that you had been getting had made your suspicions turn into a sure feeling. It had to be Spock. It couldn’t be anyone else.

Day three you had received your favorite flavored cupcake at lunch by ‘Your secret admirer’ and the reminder of the birthday that you only spent with Spock, his mother Amanda, Your mom and your older sister Stella.

Day four came with a beautiful Vulcan rose attached to a special piece of parchment that had a quote reading:

What’s in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet

Only Spock would know that you loved Shakespeare because his love for it was almost as high. You recalled a day when he had gotten up in front of the entire English class to prove a point by reciting the complete Macbeth and Hamlet Soliloquies. No one ever again question his sheer knowledge on the subject because no one could’ve done it without flinching like he could.

Finally today you had received a CD. Jim had delivered it to you and as soon as you had gotten home you had popped into your computer to find a playlist of all your favorite songs. The first reminding you of Spock right away, ‘Stereo Hearts’ by Adam Levine and the Gym class heroes.

You knew in your heart that it had to be Spock. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind now. Spock was from the planet Vulcan, You had met him in the library where you both had wanted ‘Grimm Fairytales, only he knew that you loved red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting, both of you were absolutely obsessed with Shakespeare and the many soliloquies he wrote, and the playlist of songs were songs that you knew so well. Songs that described your friendship ever since you were both young.

Two Hours later…

Soon there was a knock at your front door. You smiled as you quickly ran down the stairs. Looking out the little peephole in the door. There on the front porch was Nyota, Carol, Reba, Hira who was Sulu’s little sister. You smirked and quickly threw open the door. “Well, Well, Well it took you long enough” You said sarcastically though you friends knew you were being playful.

Reba rolled her eyes as she entered through the threshold. “Like you ain’t been a little late before darlin’ We’re sorry for makin’ ya wait” Reba retorted as she lead the group up the stairs. “Hey miss (Y/L/N)” She said with a soft smile as she saw your mom. Your mom smiled back and waved in reply.

You shook your head and laughed as you followed behind your friends. “See ya in a little bit mom” You said happily and gave her a small wave. You mom chuckled and waved back as you disappeared up the steps.

“Soooo… did you find out who lover boy was (Y/N)?” Nyota asked as she sat on the bean bag that you had by the window. Hira sat down gently on the bench in front of your vanity while you and Reba took residence on the bed.

“I have a feeling about him yes…” You replied pulling out the little blue envelopes that you had gotten through the week. You looked up to see four sets of eyes staring at you expectantly. “What?” You asked glaring back at them and earning giggles.

“Well who is he?” Carol asked with a smirk on her lips. You blushed and closed your eyes and then you composed yourself again. You were afraid inside because you didn’t know if your guess was right, but you had so much evidence that it was indeed the Vulcan of your dreams.

“I think it’s…uh…Spock” You said meekly and suddenly the room was filled with a chorus of loud screeches. It was almost like a banshee had been spotted in your house. You cleared your throat and slammed your hand on the wall beside you. “Order in the court girls!” You snapped causing them to stop and stare at you again. “I said that I ‘think’ it’s Spock. I won’t be sure until tomorrow night” You said finally after a minute of silence.

“Ok so what is your evidence that it is the Vulcan dreamboat?” Hira asked pointing to the envelopes that you held in your hands rather tightly. “Are those love letters?” she asked.

“No actually they are clues. Each clue gave me more and more of a reason to believe that it was him. The first clue was the Vokaya stone necklace that he gave me. Vokaya is a gem only found on Vulcan as it is part of the core itself” You explained showing the girls the necklace that you hadn’t taken off your neck ever since you had placed it there.

“Ok, but what if it was Ston or another Vulcan?” Carol asked raising the next question among the group of friends.

“Oh I thought the same thing at first Carol except there are two things that disproved that it was another Vulcan. 1) If it was Ston he wouldn’t have been flirting extremely with T’pring. 2) No other Vulcan or Vulcan hybrid knew about Grimm’s fairytales” You said showing them the book that was left in front of your locker. Nyota and Reba looked astonished at the old fashioned book and you could tell what they were wondering. “Spock and I met in the public library when we were five. We both wanted this book and we touched hands on accident. That was when he became my best friend… well Male wise” You said earning an approving nod from Reba for the addition to your statement.

“And what other evidence do you have that would support this claim?” Carol asked playfully. You knew she was milking it like Sherlock would by now. You rolled your eyes and just passed her the envelopes. She scanned each one until she got to the final one and read one word. The one word that had gotten you to turn as red as a beet earlier. Thy’la. For Vulcans it usually had many meanings, but the context that was used gave the word any other meaning than sister or friend. In this context it meant my beloved. “Well it has to be him. There isn’t any other Vulcan we know in that school that would even bother with a human partner. I guess there’s only one way to find out right?” Carol asked looking around at all of you.

“Yea. You’re right Car, the only way to know is to go to prom tomorrow night. He did say that he would find me” You said and blushed as you thought about how it might go. “So do you guys want to see my dress and mask?” You asked earning eager nods from the four other girls in the room.

The rest of the night consisted of the normal things that you girls would do together on the weekends that you would spend the night. Playing games, watching movies, eating snacks, and of course gossiping.

When everyone else had fallen asleep you stared out at the starry night. The moon was full and a vision of Spock’s tall form danced under your sleepy gaze. “Spock if it is you then I hope that you mean it. I love you more than you’ll ever know” You whispered to yourself and then within minutes you allowed sleep to take you into its calm embrace.