#i burst into cold sweats just thinking abt them...

[koqabear]

fic so good that i forgot to come back to ur inbox 😵‍💫 love love love desperate needy sex sm 😭😭 the dvp is the cherry on top 🤭

intro was very much desperate needy but how u wrote the climax !!!!!!? had me gagged fr pls i need it ???? T-T

the fact that u thought abt me we will disregard that it was only in regards to dvp pls im cryinh user koqabear wrote rhat just for me yall (real!!!) /lh /nsrs

no but also the fact that u remember ur fic anniversaries is so cute n precious that to me shows how much you love writing WE LOVE TO SEE IT<333

✨embrace✨ the person u become when there is a need to write dvp

i do not understand (i think i do understand from ur pov as the creator tbh but i choose not to) why u would refuse to reread the masterpiece that is 'take it!' i reread so many times i lost count, apology rn w tears 🫵 /j /nm

HIII I SWEAR TO GOD I THOUGHT I ANSWERED THIS. turns out that i am a loser and did nawt.

but yesssss... desperate needy sex where you just cant stand to be apart from the other person 😖the mc is so me bc that's how i'd be if i was apart from taegyu for even an hour (i am mentally unwell.)

BUT YES ‼️ JUST FOR YOU 🫵 fun fact i still think abt u when i consider writing dvp HAHAHAHLSKGHSD but yes. it is now a concept i refuse to shy away from... i have staked my claim on it now!

i am nothing but a sap and a loser im afraid. i get too attached to some of my fics and it truly is concerning! i try to be normal about it though (im failing)

AHHHH IM SORRY 😔 i will personally hand you my apology... it's a little wrinkled from the tears, i hope that's okay...

[allisonlol]

helloooooooooooooooooo

I hope you're doing well and you're rest because we don't want you to get tired just for us 😭

I have a request I don't know if you already did but can you do dazai and chuuya with reader who stained her skirt with period blood but she's too embarrassed and try to hide it from them

a/n: HELLO.,,,,,everyone omfg srry for being gone for 8 months 😵‍💫 do u guys still luv me…. /j. i’ve been writing on here for 3 years now and we all need a break sometimes but ty for the continued support!! this req is super cute

warnings: afab / fem reader, periods, blood

Chuuya

chuuya is like. super chill abt blood and periods so idk why u would need to hide this from him 😭

but let’s say u guys recently started dating and u still felt a little awkward abt it!!

chuuya had invited you over to his penthouse for the evening and you wore a new skirt just for the occasion

you knew it was risky to wear such a light color while on ur period but WHATEVER !!

a few hours go by fine, with the two of you watching movies and trying sips of his extensive wine collection

however, u start panicking in the bathroom when u realize you’ve bled thru ur new skirt 😭 at THE chuuya nakahara’s house of all places!!!

cuz what if he thinks it’s gross and kicks u out?☹️

^(he would NEVER but ur so panicked and worried that ur overthinking)

you try scrubbing the stain out with cold water which helps a little but also kinda makes it worse cuz now ur skirt has a big wet patch 😭🙏🏻

the stain is still noticeable as well but u suck it up and leave the bathroom

ur immediately fumbling for ur keys and talking about how u have to go home

chuuya is like “wtf happened” and thinks that HE did something wrong or made u uncomfy in some way

he’s surprised but super understanding and goes to walk u to the door

^while walking u out tho he notices the blood and asks all politely and quietly if that’s what’s wrong 🥺 this man is a sweetie pie omfg

u admit to him that it was and he offers u some of his clothes to wear if u want to stay longer…

Dazai

so!! the two of u had went to the mall for the day

an hour in you ditch dazai to sprint to the bathroom and realize that. yes you started ur period and YES it leaked thru ur skirt!!!

you have no way to hide it so you just pray u can get home asap to change before anyone notices

you meander out of the bathroom and sift thru the crowd to find dazai

dazai is already on high alert at being in such a public place with u that he immediately notices ur acting off

^(by “high alert” i just mean that he gets worried you’ll be targeted or attacked bc ur close to him 😭)

anyway. the second dazai notices ur aura is off he won’t stop pestering you about what’s wrong

acts all playful about it but he is low key sweating bc what if something serious happened while he wasn’t around??

you keep fidgeting with ur skirt and insisting that you want to leave immediately

dazai will go quiet and nod in agreement, and y’all begin to leave

except you don’t want the people behind you guys to see the blood so ur pulling all sorts of moves to hide it 😵‍💫

you try walking in front of dazai for coverage but u also don’t want HIM seeing it so ur honestly just stumbling around awkwardly

shit, at this point dazai thinks you’ve been drugged or something and grabs ur arm to drag you towards the exit 😭

shoves ur ass in the car and grabs ur face to examine ur eyes and see if you’re actually on something LOL

^you’ve fr never seen him so serious before

you realize what he thinks has happened so you super bleakly tell him the truth so he stops worrying

dazai will just look at u like “😐” bc WDYMMM u were trying to hide a bloodstain from him!!! he has seen much worse!!!

dw cuz he bursts out laughing 5 seconds later at how both of y’all were so worried over nothing

[beargonefishing]

i’ve been on testosterone enthanate (0.2 mL sub-q) for a lil over a year now n wanted to talk abt Personal Changes i’ve experienced for anyone who’s curious or wants an Idea of what might occur .° ｡𖦹˚ 𓆝 ｡𖦹°‧

appetite: overall i am So Hungry like all the time… also gained random cravings for red meat? was never a huge fan of burgers pre-T but… something changed

sweat: Oh. My. God. i am so sweaty now. i was already warm pre-T but after starting T i’ve only felt physically warmer & significantly sweatier. i’ve also noticed that places i usually didn’t sweat/didn’t sweat as much are now… sweaty. i use body wipes to help with this though!! ALSO a good deodorant in the day + a clinical deodorant at night is a game changer

fat redistribution: i didn’t really notice any changes until about 3 months in. my cheeks significantly de-puffed (for lack of better term) and my jawline got more pronounced. as far as my Body, any weight either goes to my stomach or is ‘made’ (idk how to word it LOL) into muscle

acne: i do get breakouts more frequently then pre-T, but it’s usually the day of/the day before my injection. they’re usually small breakouts on my T zone or cheeks. i also get acne around my stomach sometimes, but not as frequent

mood: this might not make sense but I Will Try. my emotions are always Big emotions now. it’s like my mood is turned up to the max (i.e. small things get me VERY excited, or small inconveniences make me VERY irritated) but they’re typically short lived bursts

hair: my hair has gotten thicker !! like… Everywhere. my arms, legs, armpits, chest, stomach, and groin have all become thicker + longer (my wife says my stomach is ‘fuzzy’). also my hair grows a lot faster. i used to get haircuts every 3-4 months but now i get them every 1-2 months

voice: yeah no the voice drop goes crazy… ITS SO DEEP?! i didn’t have any throat pain or anything. to be honest, i didn’t notice how much it was changing until i would watch videos back of me speaking. i think the initial Drop was around 2ish weeks? my voice is still dropping even now lol

cycle: for context, i started on testosterone cyponiate and had to cold turkey off of it because i was allergic to the suspension oil. i was not taking T for about a month and a half, and then started again with testosterone enthanate. after about a month on T cyponiate, my cycle had stopped entirely. my cycle had started again about 3ish (?) weeks off of T. when i started taking T again, my cycle stopped (again) within a month

ermm freaky warning (nothing detailed but i will talk abt sx drive + T dck)

sex drive: to put it bluntly it definitely went up. A Lot. the day of my injection + the few following days are the highest sex drive levels. it’s still higher than my pre-T average on the days after, but manageable

T dick: I LOVE MY T DICK!!!! SO MUCH!!! i am so so serious when i say it’s one of (if not my favorite) change ive experienced. it initially started growing like… day 1. i didn’t actually Notice it was growing until about 4-5 days in because i got curious and wanted to see it. i will also comment its incredibly sensitive just… Always… but especially the first 3-6 months on T were especially sensitive

PLEASE ASK ANY QUESTIONS IF YOU HAVE ANY !!! or just want to say something :P i love talking lol

ALSO I WAS INSPIRED BY @infernal-house-demon ‘s POST !!! ϵ( 'Θ' )϶ ⭐️

[tomster1274]

Snow day HCs for TMC and/or Spooky month? Sorry I'm just curious

I live somewhere it don't snow sadly, but I can apply what I have learned from mutuals and etc here. Might more just be cold weather hds in general tho.

TMC;

- Dave takes the whole day off for fun in the snow, convinces Evelin to go along with him. He tries to convince Davis, but Davis just continues his policework.

- When Ruth was alive, sometimes she'd burst into Davis' room with a snowball and throw it at him, telling him he should take at least ONE break from the cases. He didn't.

- Now, snow days make Thatcher just sad really. Winter depression don't help.

- Cesar is from a way hotter place, so he bundles up A LOT. Mark is used to the weather and only wears a hoodie and some sweat pants, sometimes shoes and other times sandals. Cesar gets very concerned for him.

- Sarah and Jonah love snow days. Sarah because a free day off school, and Jonah because he can do just abt anything he wants in snow.

- Jonah tries to get Adam to make snow angels with him, snowmen, etc. Adam hates the cold though and doesn't find it fun.

- And Sarah might like the day off school, but she does keep BPS open just in case, they almost never get calls though at least.

- I like to think alternates do not like cold weather, even if it does tend to help their plans and things.

Spooky Month;

- Skid and Pump love cold weather, but they really like any weather besides dry and hot. They love to put on big sweaters and stuff.

- Lila loves snow days because she LOVES Christmas and really the winter season in general.

- Skid and Pump convince her a lot to take the day off so Pump's family and her+Skid can have a fun snowball fight.

- Roy, Ross and Robbert like to build snowmen and sled. They also like to throw snowballs on people's windows and stuff.

- Skid and Pump also love to sled actually, but their sledding tends to take them on crazy adventures, like they sled across the entire town lol.

- Kevin doesn't like cold weather, especially when he has to work on a snow day in that stupid, freezing outfit. But, he just has to deal with it.

- Streber stops by in the middle of the day though and brings some hot chocolate. Sometimes he convinces him to leave his post and put on a scarf or something to come outside and do snow angels with him.

- The cult loves snow days because 1) covers up their activities, and 2) they think cold weather connects them more to their activities, something to do with feeling more alive because of the cold or something.

[staryuee]

HIII I READ UR ITTO & THOMA DRABBLE (i think it was :0) & I LOVE IT SM !! how abt a Kaeya & Thoma drabble of them accidentally making you jealous, & then y/n making them jealous, leading up to a lik argument but ends up w comfort ?? :0

cyclical jealousy — genshin hcs ⸝⸝

— [warnings]. hurt w/comfort , semi-proofread , mentions of being drunk [kaeya’s part]

— characters . . . kaeya , thoma

— notes . . . i kind of switched it up a bit bc i’m very inconsistent so i’m v sorry, i hope you like it either way :’))

KAEYA A.

morning arises and you manage to pull yourself out of bed, not feeling like your usual self. although, to you, it’s seemed even your own boyfriend hasn’t noticed your change in behaviour. he’s been off, either busy doing whatever a calvary captain does or he’s being dragged away by multiple women, frankly, you’re rather finished with this.

when you stepped foot into the plaza of mondstadt you caught a glimpse of kaeya who was, unsurprisingly, speaking to a woman who was quite clearly being flirtatious. taking slow strides, you walked past them but before kaeya even managed to say hello to you, you glared at him and moved on but not before kaeya dismissed that woman and gripped onto your wrist gently. “love, what’s wrong? are you upset?” he spoke with a very soft tone.

“really, kaeya? you can’t ask me if somethings wrong after blatantly ignoring me for the past couple of days. i’m tired of it. leave me be, please.” you responded, and as much as he dreaded it he respected your wishes and with that you led yourself to angels share.

diluc was washing a cup before sighing as he glanced over at your very drunken and slumped form. maybe he let you off a little bit too much today. the tavern was already closed, he was just cleaning up for the night but he decided to let you rest before his insolent brother inevitably comes in to pick you up. he threw his coat on you to act as a blanket, it was getting cold after all. as diluc had predicted, kaeya came bursting in through the door, sweat drenching his forehead, anyone else would’ve been startled but you were too drunk and exhausted to care, and diluc is more or less used to his brothers annoying antics.

kaeya glanced over at you, mostly looking at the coat that was so graciously placed upon you. before he even managed to utter a word out, diluc interrupted his thoughts and said, “don’t you even dare get any weird misconceptions, it’s getting colder, i’m just making sure they don’t get ill.” kaeya honestly blanked out halfway through diluc’s sentence, instead his gaze shifted onto you once again, his heart clenched he was truly guilty.

he carried you home, and when another morning finally rose, he was ready to spoil you rotten.

THOMA

“did you hear? lady kamisato might be getting married to thoma!” you were very used to these sort of baseless rumours by now, and although you trusted thoma with your entire heart and as much as you loved ayaka, it was hard to just simply brush these sorts of words aside. every corner you turned and every road you walked on, you could hear the whispers of people gossiping about a supposed “marriage” between ayaka and thoma. but why couldn’t these sort of rumours be about you and him? time and time again ayaka herself has reminded you, “please, don’t worry, these are all just rumours i promise you.” yet these words alone weren’t truly enough to convince your heart.

you and thoma were trying to enjoy a calm dinner together for the first time in a long while, but the words of the people around inazuma began recirculating inside your head, you didn’t even realise you had began spacing out before thoma tapped you on your head with a chopstick, “hey, you feeling okay? you’ve been spacing out for a while there.” you couldn’t help but sadly roll your eyes and drop your head into the palm of your hands. it was silent for a while when you finally decided to speak up, “thoma, do you and ayaka uhm..you know..” you couldn’t even bare to ask the question.

“do you not trust me? i’m sorry, i know i haven’t been able to hang with you for a while now but you know that i am really busy, especially with helping the yashiro commission, i do love you but-“ he stopped himself as he saw your glum and sunken expression, his own heart ached. he left his side of the table to come over to you, while you attempted to protest you knew deeply this is exactly what you needed, comfort. he hugged you tight and placed some light kisses on your temple.

“i’m really sorry love, i shouldn’t have said any of that, i promise you that i’ll try my best to hang out with you much more often, and just so you know, lady ayaka and i have absolutely nothing go on, as i have only person that i intend to marry.”

©IHEARTGANYU do not copy, steal or repost <3

[chihirolovebot]

Hi! Is it okay if I request Hajime with a s/o who started having frequent nightmares?? (imagine or headcanons it's up to you) <3

HAJIME & A S/O WHO’S HAVING NIGHTMARES.

pairing — hajime hinata / gn reader.

content — nightmares, death mention, blood mention, maybe cursing?, fluff, comfort.

notes — smth abt hajime makes me go completely insane. and i mean punching the mattress sobbing nosebleeding insane. don’t know what tho.

you're not sure what you're doing here.

all you know is that it's pitch-black outside, with even the lurid half-moon clouded over darkly, and you're shivering with a nauseous combination of cold and fear. you know you hadn't paused long enough even to wipe the hot tears off your face or grab something warmer than your large sleep-shirt and shorts before sprinting from your cabin with a vigour.

and you know where you are now, even if you hadn't when you were running.

before you can talk yourself out of it, you knock. quietly at first, and then - because you remember that he's a pretty heavy sleeper - a little louder. there's a grumbling, a shifting, and you're struck with how late it is with a sudden terror. is he... going to be mad at you? people get little enough sleep as it is in this place, you shouldn't have disturbed him, but...

the door swings open cautiously, and hajime's olive eyes blink out at you, soft with sleep and hazy with suspicion. with a cry, you fling yourself forward, arms wrapping clumsily around his neck. he's wonderfully warm and a little damp with sweat, and he chokes on a shock little gasp at the sudden contact, legs stumbling backwards.

"hey - wh- y/n?!" he yelps, toned arms scrabbling for a hold. he yanks you away from him, suddenly on high alert and his eyes rake up and down your body in a panic. "wh- what's wrong? are you hurt? did someone try—"

you shake your head wordlessly, but the tears don't stop seeping down your cheeks. you can still see it, brutally clearly; your friends dead in a macabre wreath upon the floor, tongues lolling and eyes rolled back, pale and milky with death. hajime, shirt stained with pink, pale lips parted, hair matted with blood.

"s-sorry," you squeak out finally, lifting a shaking hand to wipe at your face. it had seemed so real, you just had to see him to prove... you gulped in a breath of dizzying oxygen, committing the image of him to mind. he stands in the blue-dark of his cabin, lit by the pool lights streaming in through the shutters, wearing only a loose pair of shorts, hair mussed, eyes wide and scared, skin shiny and shaking.

"it's, uh, it's okay." concern still pricks at his expression. "wh- what happened?"

you shake your head, eyes brimming. "it's stupid. i had a dream... i needed to see you."

hajime's mouth parts in surprise, tips of his ears going red. "oh. d- d'you, uh, d'you wanna come in?"

you stare at him, heart thudding hopefully. "isn't that against the rules?"

"i don't think so." he gives a slight shrug of his shoulders. "didn't hiyoko stay the night at mahiru's once?"

"o-oh, i think you're right." you sniff, regaining your composure, shame beginning to unfurl in your stomach. "are you sure... you don't mind? i'll be okay on my own, i just..."

a soft touch to your shoulder breaks your words in half, and the way hajime stares down at you shatters them completely. it's so - tender, for someone rough around the edges like him. you get the sense that this is as much for him as it is for you. "i don't mind," he mutters. "actually, i'd... kinda like it."

and because you're weak, you're already nodding. "okay. i... thank you."

hajime's short burst of confidence seems to end abruptly, and he quickly drops his hand, clearing his throat. "uhhh, okay, so... do you mind sharing? or i can take the couch, or..."

"i'd like to share," you say, cheeks burning. "if - you don't mind, obviously."

"i don't!" he says a little loudly. "you, uh, make yourself comfortable. i'm gonna use the bathroom."

you nod, and as the door shuts behind him, you look around. unsurprisingly, the cabin looks identical to yours, save for the number of monokuma ornaments on the shelf. his is pretty empty; you suppose he doesn't care much to collect them. you like it, because it at least gives you something to do. your shelf is basically full. the bed is messier, too. your cheeks warm as you look at it. his bed. the bed where hajime sleeps. you were going to sleep on it. with him.

you lower yourself to sit on the edge, and it's warm with the leftover heat from his body. he always runs so hot, like there's liquid lightning shot through his veins. you wish monokuma could've banished you all to an appalachian mountainside instead of a tropical paradise, if only so his body heat would be more welcome.

you curl up on the side against the cool wall, pressing your heated shoulder against it for some relief and ardently trying not to take up too much space. the beds are queen-sized, but it'd still be a bit of a squash with the two of you, and suddenly your heart is racing again and not because you're scared.

there's the flush of a toilet and the running of the tap before hajime steps back out, drying his hands on a towel. now that the two of you are a little calmer, he appears to feel a little more weird about being basically naked in front of you, and hastens to duck under the covers, ears burning.

the two of you settle. your arms touch. you can hear him breathing, but it's not enough. you want him closer, and warm, with his heartbeat thudding dully against your ear, that sluggish tap of it into your skin. and so before you can talk yourself out of it, you roll over and nestle beneath his limp arm, curling your body around his, head on his chest.

he yelps and squirms at the sudden contact, but then he must feel you shaking because he quietens down. swallowing so hard that you hear it, he timidly brings an arm up around your waist, shuffling you closer to him. it's sweltering, this heat, but you don't mind.

"is this okay?" hajime whispers into the dark, as though he's so afraid to hurt you, as if he truly thinks he ever could.

"okay," you affirm in a mumble, lips moving against his skin, and he shivers.

"okay," he chuckles a little breathlessly. "sweet dreams."

[kumzume]

control ft. tsukishima kei

wc. 1.5k words (and it’s still ass??? a crime)

warnings. SMUT, bad writing lmao, blowjob, whiny kei, (male) masturbation, caught(??) masturbating if you squint, also abrupt ending, way too much exposition, not enough hornknee

an. writing this was like pulling teeth and it is BAD 😀 i am having a writing crisis & this is just the nail in the coffin LMAO anyways this is for @bokuhub (we talked abt it on my main blog but im so sorry ajdhks maybe i’ll write something better later <3)

kei hates feeling out of control.

it’s the reason he’s kept the same circle of friends for the past 5 years, same reason he hasn’t changed his favorite dessert order for even longer than that, and the same reason he is terrified to let you breach the wall between friends and more.

it isn’t that he doesn’t trust you—he does, with his life—but you make him feel things he’s never felt before. kei has had crushes before and he knows that this isn’t that. never in his life has he been so willing to try new things, to meet new people, to give up the control he so desperately needs and it scares him.

he’s scared to become vulnerable and open himself up to rejection or even worse, the loss of your friendship.

so, he ignores it. he pushes down his feelings of almost-but-not-fully-love for you in favor of being close to you.

the closeness, unfortunately, is also a major problem.

growing up, kei had very few friends and even fewer romantic prospects due to his callous attitude and piercing words. he’s only been kissed twice and both of those were with yamaguchi (they were thoroughly unenjoyable kisses, the both of them being 13 and never having kissed anyone else before) but he isn’t exactly ashamed of his status as an unexperienced adult virgin. it just doesn’t help his attraction to you in the slightest.

he realized early on in your “relationship” that you are very affectionate. tight hugs, forehead kisses, holding hands, and cuddling on the couch while watching movies were all normal things for you to initiate with kei on any given day. and on any given day, he would dart out of your hold with a blush on his face and a half assed excuse with a large hand covering his crotch.

he didn’t mean to get hard. it’s just, you were you, gorgeous, kind, and funny and when your soft, small hand (oh god, your hand is so much smaller than his; he wonders how it would look wrapped around his cock) finds its way in his, it’s like his body doesn’t know how to respond so it sends copious amounts of blood to his head and to his crotch.

it’s embarrassing and uncomfortable but you never seem to mind, giggling behind your hand as he darts off to fuck his fist in your bathroom for the third time this week.

this happens to be one of those times, all these thoughts clouding his mind as he stands hunched over your toilet, thrusting into the tight ring of his hand like his life depends on it. all you had done was laugh and he felt himself thicken in his boxers.

kei shakes his head, his blond strands sticking to the sweat on his forehead as he chases his high in the comfort of his hands. kei hates thinking of the way you affect him so easily, his touch-starved body craving you like an animal craves water. but he just can’t help it. thinking of you standing outside the bathroom, listening to his self pleasure and touching yourself or even better, waiting to burst in and look down on him in disgust. it’s that thought that pushes him over the edge, his whole body tensing as he paints rope after rope of cum on the porcelain seat.

kei quickly flushes the evidence of his crime down the toilet before going to wash his hands in your sink. he can hardly look at himself in the mirror, the guilt eating up his spine. is he really that desperate that he can’t hold off masturbating until he goes home? yes. the answer is yes.

he sighs and leaves the bathroom only to run right into you just outside the door. his heart rate picks up in his chest as you look him over with a sweet smile on your face, your eyes lingering on his flushed cheeks.

did you know what he had done? were you going to curse at him? kick him out? or—

“cmon kei, you were in there for forever! we need to study, stupid.” he releases the breath he didn’t know he was holding as he follows you into your bedroom, watching as you plop down on your bed and lie down on your back. your shirt rides up on your torso, giving tsukishima a good view of your soft skin and fuck, he feels himself getting hard again.

luckily, you don’t seem to notice his reaction, your eyes trained on your ceiling as a contemplative look crosses your face. “i heard you, yknow,” you say, your tone light but kei can hear an undercurrent of accusation in your words. he freezes, his golden eyes darting towards to door, calculating how much time it would take for him to bolt out the door and into his car to never see you again and—

“i didn’t mind it. your moans are pretty,” you continue, your eyes finally resting on the man in question who looks about ready to sink into the floor.

oh. oh.

kei can hardly think, let alone speak as you rise off your bed and make your way towards him, your eyes holding a glint of something he’s never seen from you before. it only takes a few strides before you’re right in front of him, gazing up into his frames through your lashes as though you’re the embarrassed one.

one of your (small) hands makes its way to hold his face and he feels like he might die, his heart is beating so fast. you give him a small sweet smile that is in direct contrast to your other hand trailing down his body to rest on his belt buckle.

if kei wasn’t hard before, he definitely is now.

you don’t move your hand from its place on his pants as your eyes focus on his bright pink face and plush bottom lip worrying in between his straight white teeth. he looks terrified and you find it in yourself to feel a little bit bad about what you’re about to do.

“kei honey?” all you get in response is a high whimper from the back of his throat and judging by the way his eyes widen and his cheeks burn even brighter, you figure that reaction wasn’t quite anticipated. you can’t help the grin that spreads across your face as your thumb reaches to pull his lip from in between his teeth, the appendage stroking over the soft, bitten skin there.

you don’t consider yourself easily surprised but when kei pulls your thumb into your mouth, sucking on it while gently laving his tongue around it, you feel your knees weaken as a wave of slick paints your underwear. “oh baby... you want me to ruin you, don’t you?”

oh fuck.

kei did want that, more than you could ever know but due to the finger in his mouth and his pounding heart, he found himself unable to answer with anything but a nearly imperceptible nod. thankfully, you saw it and are more than willing to give him what he wants.

carefully, you lead him to your bed, the hand on his belt tugging him until he’s lying back on your covers, gazing at you as though you’re the only person in the world. you feel your heart clench a little at the implications in his eyes but you quickly ignore it to focus on unbuckling his belt.

he’s hard and leaking through his boxers when you finally remove his pants, a quivering sigh leaving his mouth at the cold air hitting the dampness above his tip. when you manage to tear your eyes away from his big (holy shit, was he always that big??) cock and onto his face, the look he gives you has your clit throbbing.

“yn,” kei whines, high and breathy. “p-please touch me- ah, ah, fuck!” his words (and thoughts) are entirely cut off by the sensation of your warm, wet mouth engulfing his dick. he’s so big, you can only take him halfway but what you can’t take down your throat, you pump with your hand.

a litany of curses and moans slip from his lips as you pull up off of him to suck on the sensitive head before taking him all the way back to the hilt. one of his hands jerks to your head to grab a hold of your hair. “holy shit, i-i think i’m going to—yn-“

with only that as a warning, thick cum spills into your mouth, so much that you nearly choke before pulling off of him and stroking him through his orgasm. it takes him a moment to stop cumming, his chest heaving with the intensity of his high.

once you’re sure he’s done, you crawl up the bed until you’re lying next to kei, one of your hands finding it’s way into his hair. his eyes flutter shut at the gesture while he leans into your touch, not realizing how exhausted he is.

with a kiss to the forehead, kei falls asleep, entirely out of control and entirely in love.

[wxlfstxrx]

Your O'Knutzy writing is my favourite thing! I feel like Logan is very clingly...wanna write me so cute/soft headcanons abt it? Or when they boys are sick?:))))

hey hey, so i.... deviated... from the prompt I’M SORRY. like i was writing sick logan and somehow i couldn’t channel the clingy whiny part of him. maybe bc i get all awkward, guys-i’m-fine-stop-fussing when i’m sick sooooooo. honestly ngl this took a while to write, it’s been a rough two or so days and i’m just exhausted at the moment. it’s far from how i wanted it to be, but it’s bugging me and i want to post it, so here it is. hope you like it anyway! characters by @lumosinlove.

Logan wakes up one Sunday morning, head pounding and freezing his butt off. He has no idea what time it is, and he tries to open his eyes to check the time on his phone screen, but the moment he even tries to move, it feels like he’s going to throw up. 

His whole body hurts and he’s sweating under the covers, but he simply cannot find the energy to throw them off him.

Exhausted, he lets himself drift off into unconsciousness again, until he’s woken up by knocking on his door some time later. He groans, pulling his pillow over his head and hoping that whoever it is will stop fuelling his raging migraine.

When he hears Dumo’s worried voice, however, he sighs and musters up enough energy to yell a very hoarse and scratchy come in that makes him sound like a crying horse.

Dumo nudges the door open with his hip and enters the basement, holding a tray with a bowl of soup and a glass of water with some pills in his hands. “How are you feeling, mon fils?” He asks softly as he approaches Logan’s bed.

“How—” Logan’s voice cracks and he coughs. “How did you know?”

“Well, five out of seven people in this house are currently down with the flu, and it’s currently eleven in the morning but you’re still not up yet. Wasn’t hard to figure that you’d be the sixth,” He shrugs, placing the tray on the cramped nightstand by his bed. He sits on the edge of the bed, and Logan scoots closer under the covers so Dumo can press the back of his hand to his forehead.

“Merde, you’re burning up. Do you want me to bring down some painkillers for you?” Dumo asks, frowning as he combs Logan’s long brown fringe back, away from his sweaty forehead.

“Yeah, that sounds good. Thanks, Dumo,” Logan rasps out, choking at the end as he dissolves into another round of coughs.

Dumo tuts, shaking his head worriedly as he clasps a hand on Logan’s shoulder before standing up. He mumbles to himself in French while he lets himself out of the room, and Logan buries himself further under the covers.

He wakes up again when a warm hand brushes his face, tracing across his cheekbone. He frowns and crinkles his nose, making an incoherent sound as he sniffles, trying to clear his blocked nose.

“Hey, did I wake you up?” A quiet voice asks apologetically, and Logan instinctively leans into the touch. Leo.

“Mmmm, but s’ok,” Logan whispers, his hand emerging from under the duvet to close around Leo’s wrist.

“How’re you feeling?” A second voice pitches in.

“What do you think?” He scoffs, turning his head for a moment so he can sneeze into his elbow. 

“Ooh, someone’s moody,” Finn’s grinning face comes into focus as Logan blinks a few times, letting his eyes adjust to the light. He scowls, and Finn’s gaze softens. “Aww, I’m just teasing you, babe. C’mon, can you sit up?”

Leo slides a hand under Logan’s back and helps him shift into a sitting position, propped up against the headboard with the pillows cushioning his back. Finn picks up the bowl of soup and crosses over to the other side of the bed, carefully climbing onto the mattress and planting himself beside Logan, cross legged and facing him. 

He gives the soup a few good stirs with the spoon in his hand, squints at the bowl, and frowns. “It got cold.”

Without another word, he gets up and stalks out of the room. 

Logan blinks. “I could’ve just drank that. I wouldn’t have minded.”

Leo’s mouth quirks in a lopsided grin. “You know what he’s like. A complete baby at times, but he’s such a mom when it comes to things like this.”

Logan manages a weak laugh, which tapers off into a dry cough. “Fuck, I hate being sick.”

Leo grabs the glass of water and brings it up to Logan’s lips, and he closes his fingers around the glass, taking a few big gulps, letting out a satisfied ahhh when he drains the glass within the span of several seconds.

“Dumo called you two over?” He asks, frowning slightly.

“Mmhm, texted us saying you were ill, that the whole family’s ill, actually—” Leo tosses him a sympathetic look. “But yeah, Dumo’s alone in this, even Celeste can barely get out of bed, so we’re his reinforcements.”

He grins, and turns around as Finn re-enters the room with the same bowl of soup, now piping hot.

“Right, ‘m back, went to reheat the soup, Dumo’s a mess up there, with the kids just, y’know,” Finn rambles absentmindedly as he climbs back onto the bed, the soup sloshing dangerously close to the rim of the bowl.

“I swear, if you spill that…”

“I won’t, now stop talking and drink this,” Finn chides without malice. He scoops a spoonful of the scalding soup, lifts it to his mouth to blow on it gently, and turns his wrist so he can direct the spoon to hover right in front of Logan’s face.

“I— I can do it myself, Harz,” Logan splutters.

“I’m sure you can, babe, I’d be worried if you couldn’t. Now hurry up before I actually do spill this.”

Logan sighs and parts his lips, letting Finn tip the spoonful into his mouth. He sighs, closing his eyes as he feels the warm liquid slide down his throat, and he instantly feels a lot less groggy. 

Finn insists on feeding him the whole bowl of soup, whereas Leo helps to bring in a cold, damp cloth from the bathroom to press against Logan’s forehead. 

“Mes amours, I’ll be fine,” Logan awkwardly chuckles and rubs the back of his neck, not used to having people fuss over him like this. 

Leo gives him a strange look, and Finn grins. “You’re blushing! How adorable. I never thought I’d see the day where you’re embarrassed by people taking care of you.”

“No, I’m not,” Logan says indignantly, but Finn bursts out into laughter.

“You so are. I love this, oh my god.”

“Fuck you,” Logan rasps out, and does a weird, painful combination of a sneeze and a cough. 

“Okay, okay, let’s get some rest, hmm? But,” Leo points a finger at him. “Medicine first.”

Damn it.

Logan was hoping that they’d forget about it. He slowly slides downwards, further under the covers, and looks away when Leo holds out the pills in his hand.

“Wha— C’mon, babe,” Leo’s free hand attempts, and fails, to tug the covers off of Logan. “You’re not gonna recover if you don’t take your meds.”

“Don’t wanna,” Logan replies, voice muffled by the duvet covering his mouth.

“Is it the pills?” Finn frowns. “You still don’t take pills after all these years?”

Logan glares at Finn, who looks genuinely surprised for a moment, before he schools his expression, giving the brunette a small smile.

“Okay, okay,” He holds his hands up in front of him in surrender. “Hey, Peanut, give me those. I’ll be back.”

Leo hands Finn the pills, and the redhead leaves the room once again, Leo staring at the door closing.

He slides his hand beneath the duvet and locates Logan’s hand. He laces their fingers together, resting over Logan’s heart and he smiles at him tenderly.

“S’ok, mon chou,” He squeezes Logan’s hand, and he melts at how loving and caring his two boys are towards him. He lets himself snuggle closer to Leo, and Leo runs a hand through Logan’s hair soothingly, helping to ease his headache into a dull throb.

When Finn comes back into the room, grinning like the cheshire cat, Logan can’t help himself.

“What the fuck?” He croaks out.

“Is he allowed to eat that?” Leo asks, startled.

“Yeah, ice cream’s actually good for when you’re sick,” Finn answers, giving them a smug grin. He climbs back onto the bed, beside Logan, and hands him the bowl.

Logan eyes the two scoops of dark chocolate ice cream warily. “Where’re the pills, Harz?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Finn retorts with an exaggerated wink.

“You know,” Leo’s hand freezes and he leans closer to Logan’s ear. “You need to take your meds if you wanna be strong again, hmm? You’ll definitely need your strength for what I’ve planned for you.”

Logan shivers as Leo’s breath tickles his ear and the hand closed around his moves lower, trailing lightly across his abdomen.

“Playing dirty, eh, Peanut?”

“Oh, I’ll show you dirty,” Leo licks his lips, voice low and tone teasing.

Finn clears his throat and nods his head towards the bowl still in Logan’s hand.

“You’re gonna make me finish this, aren’t you?” Logan sighs defeatedly, rubbing his face against the sleeve of his hoodie wearily. 

Finn does a mock bow, which looks ridiculous considering he’s seated down, body half twisted to face him. “Any time now, Your Highness.”

Logan rolls his eyes, but lets go of Leo’s hand to pick up the spoon. He tries his best not to think about the pills buried somewhere within the scoops of ice cream, and he shovels spoonful after spoonful into his mouth while leaning against Leo’s side.

He reckons he tasted the bitterness of the pills at some points, but overall he has to admit that it’s better than he expected. Finn looks like a proud mom when Logan finishes the final scoop and leans his head back against Leo’s shoulder, his eyes fluttering shut.

Leo pulls the empty bowl out of Logan’s hands and turns around to place them on the nightstand. 

“How’re you feeling, baby?” Finn whispers, moving closer so he can wrap an arm around Logan’s shoulders. 

Logan just nods and hums a noncommittal response, full and warm and satisfied. He feels Leo adjusting his position so they’re lying side by side on the bed, Logan in Finn’s arms and Leo spooning him from the back. 

“Thank you,” he murmurs into Finn’s chest, feeling his mind drift in and out of focus once again.

A soft kiss is pressed onto the top of his head, and he mentally thanks Dumo for calling his boys, his perfect boys, over to the house. He feels much better now; his head has almost completely stopped pounding, he’s stopped sweating through his hoodie, and he feels loved. 

Logan falls right back asleep with a smile on his face, not even stirring when the door creaks open and Marc stumbles in, piling on top of the boys, right between him and Finn. He definitely doesn’t stir when Dumo stands in the doorway with his phone out to snap a picture of the four boys huddled together on the bed, tired beyond belief, but with the biggest smile he’s ever had all day.

[nozomijoestar]

Cannot get this out my head so just remember what I said about these two becoming more like each other and turn that into an entire piece, if you think abt it they're the same character interpreted two ways as is (tws for one sentence of body horror)

The philosophy of the Trikaya came to mind so I tried to embody it in sections and at times blurring together; my paragraph length is deliberately formatted to show the differences in character, have fun trying to decipher what the paragraph lengths mean for each character mindset

I couldn't decide 100% on what Susumu Hirasawa song fits them best so for now (lyric index) I'm considering Moonlight/Shadow of the Moon, The Master's Mountain, A Strange Night of Omnificence, and Venus

Individually Reina's Hirasawa character song is Day Scanner, Kumiko's is Snow Blind

For non Hirasawa music there’s You by Kazami off the Samurai Champloo ost / Eternal by SCANDAL (lyrics)

Also Yūko is listening to Tupac's Life Goes On & Me Against The World

There was something different. Not a bad thing surely, but different all the same. Was it Kumiko standing straighter than usual? No perhaps it was the way her jaw set while weighing decisions. Maybe it had to do with ease of her touch, or the resolve that could flash like lightening through slow motion at random in her gaze. 

Whatever it was and why didn’t change its singularity against all else. It was a difference. The concept sent a chill rippling through her; she imagined a figure being peeled back then rearranged before being resewn. A terrible nausea took her then and her playing faltered. Her fingers may as well have become lead on the trumpet valves. She stopped and lowered her trumpet ever so carefully. Change. Would Kumiko one day forget her sound?

Why had Reina stared at her like that after practice? Was there something in her teeth today? No she couldn't be silly. Reina would never see through her over anything trivial. If you asked Kumiko, that intensity easily took its place as the scariest feeling anyone worth more than five minutes of effort had shown her. But she wasn't saying Reina, or anybody, came off as some pet project! It was just...she couldn't give everybody equal time. There were only so many pieces of herself to split for everyone. There were only so many Kumikos before she burst at the seams. At least, these days there were. She preferred that; she knew what the alternative made her.

If you asked her to rank them though, Reina had a slice so huge it was unfair. Kumiko was sure she knew it too. So why had her eyes grasped her heart? She felt a repeat of the feeling now as it struck her even in memory. She was naked before that stare- like her whole being had unfurled the moment Reina's presence approached. Like she saw herself outside her own body. Like Kumiko could die fulfilled.

Her fingers slid over the cool brass of her euphonium. The way the sensation prickled her skin made the air sharper, let it flow through her touching everything before she exhaled. It didn't come frantic but steady and coaxed.

She brought the mouthpiece to her lips and played. Her eyes closed amid the cicada calls in this familiar nook under the shadow of Kitauji's building. Her feet planted easy on this ground that'd received her sweat and blood without complaint season after season. She played.

She played a note for everything, for every breath gave rise to a memory. High notes lifted joyful moments like bubbles meeting the sky. Low notes spiraled their way up beside them in hesitation, but rising nevertheless. Soon the divide blurred and she no longer knew where the two separated.

Together they soared from her; the music a tapestry woven in on itself over and over. The feeing was older than her, older than anyone she knew living. Notes wandered, whole passages surged endless. The piece that wasn't a piece vibrated her blood. The sound rattled her bones. She played.

Her fingers burned exhaustion asking so much of the euphonium. She didn't dare stop. A little more and it'd take a true shape and-

From everywhere a calm that stood side by side with anticipation washed over her. There came the sound of footsteps. Reina turned the corner eyes widened by a hair and lips barely open. Her cheeks had gone flush coloring her like a human sized red crayon. Seeing her in shock drove Kumiko's mind frantic and buzzing until all she blurted out after scooting backward was-

"Do you have a fever?"

"........I could ask you the same thing. Here."

The water was cold and the bottle sweating condensation. Drinking it melted her adrenaline into lava. Her body aches as if scrubbed raw beneath the heat under her skin. The world spun just for an instant before Reina pressed a second water bottle against her neck.

Kumiko yelped, jumping out her chair and scrambling to keep her euphonium from crashing to the floor. Her shoe trips but in an instant Reina is behind her holding her upright. Water from the bottle Kumiko clutched splashed across their skirts and sleeves. When she registered the cold dripping down her knees the picture of what she'd done snapped into place. Before she could control it her voice stuttered out.

"T-T-thanks. Sorry for the mess."

"It's fine. Come and sit."

She let herself be guided by Reina's hand. When they sat side by side the world became right again. Kumiko still gasped and wheezed as she let Reina's fingers tidy her hair. Over time the motions had graduated from bumbling to meticulous; she couldn't clearly remember a time Reina hadn't been doing this anymore.

"What were you playing? I've never heard it."

The tone to her words made Kumiko's stomach sink a little. It wavered between curiosity and scolding; yet at the same time found itself half smothered by her quiet voice. Had she been at it that long? Her body certainly said more than either could.

"Nothing. Was just free-styling and stuff...practice."

"Practice doesn't almost give you heat stroke."

"Maybe not for you, but if I'm special too now then I have to catch up. If I don't there's no point."

Reina's laugh burst from her clear and free. Kumiko's eyes widened. She knew exactly what was coming. The way Reina's black hair draped down her shoulders, the way this angle teased at her nape, the crinkle of her eyes and wiggling eyebrows as her head was thrown back; everything was Reina, and it emptied her mind. She remained staring with her mouth slack like an idiot when she heard it. Now Reina's voice became love.

"You're awful." 'Don't you know we're already alike?'

Reina had finally deciphered Kumiko's new attitude three days ago. Perhaps. Almost. Maybe. Her hunch was solid. Now she needed proof. She wanted proof so bad her blood boiled. Voices leaked through the band room doors. Picking out Kumiko's laugh was child's play. It had a warm quality she couldn't describe even as it calmed her heart.

She entered and wrestled the surge of emotions she couldn't pick apart coursing through her. Her expression remained flat. Calm. Centered. Reina Kousaka did not roar at the world before an audience.

For whatever reason Kumiko had yet to notice her in their crowd of bandmates. She slowed her steps, kneeled near a wall pretending to search her bag. Kumiko sat with Midori and Hazuki today. Their conversation filled her ears, stoked her irrational fear. That fear which hung over her heavier than a headman's axe. That fear who's tendrils constricted her heart at its leisure.

'You wouldn't abandon me without a word would you?'

Childish, Reina Kousaka!

"That part is so tough. My mom's been putting dinner aside when I come home late."

"You always practice real hard Hazuki. It'll be worth it. That's what Nationals are all about! Don't you think so Kumiko?"

"Lately it sounds like my breath control's gotten stronger. When I play the sound is talking...or something like that. I wanna give it all I've got. So I'm glad we're going for it."

"Who're you now? Reina?"

They giggled even as they complimented her after. It didn't matter, her mind raced. What emotions had coursed now rose to a flood. She felt her heartbeat through her tongue. Pride? Kumiko felt...pride in playing...because of her? At the very least with her as a reason?

"Kousaka what're you doing?"

Yūko loomed over her causing Reina to smack into her pink headphone wire when she turned. She flinched and rubbed her nose. She looked up at her; her mind blanked.

"Checking my things."

"You must have a museum in there to be checking your bag for three minutes straight. You look super weird, what's going on?"

No quips or barbs loaded in response; nor could anything dampen the joy already swirling in her head. Besides, any qualms with Yūko were long outgrown. Why dwell on what was settled? Her body still tingled. Kumiko was proud because of her.

Yūko kept staring in anticipation as the song blaring through her headphones faded into another. Reina noticed that little twist of the mouth she did whenever she got impatient. Reina's lips moved to answer her but Yūko cut her off.

"Fine. You don't have to tell me. It better not divide the band though."

"...It's between me and Kumiko. No one else."

"Oh. In that case uh...if you want to talk to someone..."

Watching Yūko look away and scratch her chin awkwardly made her swallow a laugh. Instead she smiled and nodded. Maybe she should blame her mood but a calmness settled her back into reason. Like a bridge connecting, a hand outstretched, she grasped Yūko's kindness. It was good to be alone, not lonely.

"I will. Thanks."

Nights on Mount Daikichi were more natural for them than breathing. Cloaked in the silver and blue of moonlight they glowed at first glance. Countless lights below lit the city like a map of stars. Like gazing up at the sky on Tanabata to find Orihime and Hikoboshi. The cicadas buzzing filled in their silence that wasn't silence. They held their breath even as they breathed.

"When you think about improving, what does that really mean?"

Reina inched her pinky atop Kumiko's. Kumiko did the same. Her head went back as she watched the sky.

"Hmmm...probably a road. There's a place far away just enough for me to see. I don't know everything it has; I know because of that, chasing it makes me better. I used to think it had to stay straight once I started. Kinda stupid, 'cuz I take turns on it all the time. You?"

Reina paused a moment, face contemplative.

"There are stars. Most despite sitting in the sky are far from the moon. Most burn out. Some fall. Fewer get their chance beside the moon. Their light shines the longest. Their light inspires people."

"Pft hehe, there you go saying stuff like a book character again. That's just like you. Is there any room for the band up there?"

"...Maybe..."

"Is there any room for me?"

Without warning Reina leaned closer; her expression went stern. Her voice faltered though it tried being firm. It was the softest tone Kumiko had heard in her life.

"Don't ask stupid questions."

"Ok. I won't."

Their foreheads touched and the cool breeze turned warm on their skin.

"What do you think of the others then...past and present?"

Kumiko shut her eyes. Aoi. Haruka. Kaori. Natsuki. Shūichi. Nozomi. Mizore. Midori. Hazuki. Yūko...Asuka.

The faces of all who's paths intersected and footsteps left prints as guides, tethers connecting her to the universe, appeared in her mind. Each had drawn on a blank sheet of her soul. They were nowhere near her yet she felt them echo. They were her as she was them.

"Unrivaled under Heaven."

"Now who's talking like a novel character?"

"Cut it out." Kumiko replied through a chuckle.

Their eyes met. Reina smirked but only for a pause. She inched forward, asking a question. Kumiko shut her eyes again.

The kiss was unlike anything before and possibly after. An explosion of sensations though they didn't move a muscle. There was no time to remember it yet each second couldn't be forgotten. Feelings of melting, soaring, absolving, each melded and surpassed bliss. The result transcended any name they could give it. A release.

They pulled away. Both panted for air then examined each other as if for the first time. They no longer looked; they saw. They no longer knew, they understood.

Many questions were on the verge of pouring; instead Kumiko cupped Reina's cheeks and smiled. Her thumbs brushed off the forming tears. She didn't say a word when Reina fell into her arms. She simply rested a hand on her head and held her trembling body.

The moon's brightness peaked. If you asked her, it'd moved a little closer.

[knox-knocks]

Things you said when you were scared oooorrrr things you said with no space between us. I’m also curious abt your own 23 tho. Sorry I’m indecisive:p

thank you for the prompt! i decided to go with both “things you said when you were scared” and “things you said with no space between us” for this one! this also got waaaay longer than i meant it to dsdkjsd

read on ao3

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“It’s going to be nighttime soon,” Neil noted, white breath pluming in front of him in a puffy cloud of condensation. He pressed his hand flat against the window, the glass was ice to the touch and Neil’s skin stung at the contact. He wiped at the foggy glass with his sleeve and peered out past the snowflakes buffeted and swirling in the wind. He couldn’t see anything but snow and ice and the haunting black boughs of the trees around them. 

Neil glanced back at Andrew in the front seat, bent over his phone, the light from the screen lighting up his face in an eerie blue glow. He stayed silent, but Neil could read the tension in his shoulders as easily as he could read printed words in a book. 

“Still no signal?” Neil asked. Andrew grunted in response. Realizing he wasn’t going to get an answer out of him any time soon, Neil rubbed his hands together and blew into them in an attempt to bring back warmth to his fingers. He wished desperately that the Maserati would come to life again, but Andrew had tried three times to turn the key in the ignition and the results heralded nothing. The car had died on the side of the road only twenty minutes ago, and the cold was already seeping in through the cracks and thoroughly chilling Neil to the bone without the blast of warm air from the vents to ward it off. 

With one last look out the window, at the quickly dying light and the tumultuous snowfall, Neil reached into the backseat to grab his duffel. Andrew glanced at him from the corner of his eye before turning his attention back to his phone as Neil pulled the overstuffed bag, old and patchy in the corners, onto his lap to rifle through for something to keep him warmer. He pulled out two sweaters and a pair of sweatpants that he was suddenly grateful he’d packed. Andrew had called him dramatic, but the warmth of the sweaters would provide relief from the cold. 

Neil crawled into the backseat to get changed. He pulled both of the sweaters over his head, not bothering to take off his long-sleeved shirt underneath, and peeled off his jeans. He shivered at the brush of cold leather against the bare skin of his legs and quickly pulled the sweats on.

The light up front extinguished as Andrew turned his phone off and dropped it in his lap. Neil could only see the faint outline of his head from the reflection of the snow outside. Dark was rapidly approaching. 

“You’ve changed in front of me before,” Andrew said, voice quiet and apathetic. Neil’s face would have flushed if the air wasn’t so cold. 

Andrew has seen Neil undressed, and he’s seen his scars. It was almost impossible not to when they’d shared a dorm room and a locker room for four years. There was bound to be accidental glimpses. It wasn’t that Neil was ashamed of Andrew seeing him, but ever since Neil started taking special notice of Andrew and the way his muscles flexed and strained against his shirt when he lifted over two hundred pounds at the gym, Neil could hardly change his socks with Andrew in the room without blushing. And Neil wasn’t one to blush.

Neil had never liked anyone before, not in that way at least, but the past couple months Neil has started seeing Andrew differently. He’s started seeing him in that way, which was becoming a huge problem. 

Andrew didn’t ask a question, so Neil didn’t answer him. Instead he subtly cleared his throat and said, “We should have flown to Chicago instead of trying to drive.”

“Fuck you,” Andrew said mildly, and the tension in the air drained away. “I would rather get stuck in an upstate blizzard than die in a plane crash.”

Neil had heard this particular argument countless times. Still, he said, “The likelihood of dying in a plane crash is slim, but people die from hypothermia all the time.”

The car went silent except for the howl of the wind outside as Andrew and Neil realized how dire their situation really was. 

They were stranded on a long road in the middle of nowhere, no town within miles of then, during a blizzard. The car had died and the few thin pieces of clothing they had would do little to keep them warm. They could freeze to death, get hypothermia or pneumonia, or even get snowed in and starve long before anyone ever found them. They were an hour out from Aaron’s apartment, and the last time Andrew had sent him an update on where they were was over two hours ago when they stopped for gas. But now there was no reception and  Andrew couldn’t get a message through to his brother, let alone a tow truck. No one else knew where they were or where they were headed, and no one would know where to look for them if they were to send out a search party. 

“We might die out here,” Neil said, his hushed voice nearly swallowed up by the wind.

“Way to ruin Christmas,” Andrew replied. He turned in his seat and met Neil’s wide-eyed gaze. “Are there any blankets back there or did we put them in the trunk?”

Neil ducked below to check. He patted his hands along the floor of the Maserati, blind in the thick darkness, and breathed out a sigh of relief when something soft brushed his fingers. He grasped it and presented the large, fluffy blanket to Andrew. 

“There’s only one,” Neil said. “But we can share.”

Andrew nodded and forced his way over the console into the backseat. For someone so small, he sure did have a hard time crawling back there. As if he knew what Neil was thinking, Andrew flicked him an unimpressed look and settled in the back with Neil. Neil draped the blanket over their shoulders, it was just big enough to cover the both of them, although they had to sit close together. Neil felt a tiny prick of panic go through his body when he realized how close they really were, but relaxed when Andrew pressed his thigh and shoulder into Neil’s. He was very warm. 

“Aaron knows we’re heading this way,” Andrew said quietly, reasonably. “He would be expecting us soon, and when we don’t show he’ll know something’s wrong. He’s smart, he’ll figure it out.”

Neil had only met Andrew’s twin brother a handful of times when he stayed with Andrew over the holidays, but he wasn’t so sure. If Andrew weren’t with him, Neil wouldn’t be surprised if Aaron let him die out here. They’d never really gotten along, always butting heads and exchanging sharp words. 

They shared body warmth in silence for almost an hour when Neil felt the tension creep back into his frame. He could feel Andrew breathing beside him, slow and measured. He was steady and solid and warm, and Neil couldn’t stand it. His heart ached to be so close to Andrew while knowing he could never get any closer. Neil started to edge away, trying to put some distance between them as much as he could in a cramped car. Immediately, without Andrew next to him, the cold flooded through him, paralyzing. Numbing. 

It was too dark to really see, and Neil sensed more than saw Andrew’s shoulders bunch up. 

“Do you have a problem or something?” Andrew asked. Neil could detect the sharpness in the words even though Andrew’s voice was low. 

Neil gnawed on his lip. “It doesn’t matter,” he said. 

“Yes,” Andrew said, voice tight, “it does.”

Puzzled, Neil didn’t respond. He wondered if Andrew had picked up on Neil’s attraction to him and was angry about it. Another bolt of panic went through Neil’s veins. He could accept not ever being with Andrew, but losing him completely was too much to handle. 

“You’ve been avoiding me, Neil.” Andrew said. “You think I haven’t noticed that you find an excuse to leave whenever I enter the room? You’ve been spending more time away from me lately and I’m left wondering what happened to my best friend.”

“It’s not like that-” Neil began to protest but Andrew cut him off.

“I think it is like that. It’s no coincidence that when I started bringing guys around the dorm you started to not wanting to be around me.” Andrew said, almost a snarl. “Does me fucking other men make you that uncomfortable?”

“Oh.” Neil blinked, startled. It was then that Neil realized Andrew was hurt. “No. No. I don’t care about that.”

Andrew huffed. “Then why are you acting like you can’t stand the sight of me?”

Neil could have stayed quiet, could have let his secrets die with him. That’s what he would have done years ago. He would have run and run and run until his feet were out of steps to take. But they might seriously die out here, and Neil couldn’t let things go unspoken.

Fuck it, he thought. If Andrew doesn’t forgive me, then at least I’ll be dead and I won’t have to deal with it.

Taking a deep breath, Neil forced the words past clenched teeth, “Because it hurts.” 

After the initial confession the rest seemed to come freely. Like a dam bursting and water rushing to the forefront, Neil let his secrets flow, let the things he kept so close to his chest come to light because he couldn’t stand it anymore. He didn’t want to keep anymore secrets, and he didn’t want to go the rest of his life wondering what would happen if he told Andrew he felt for him things he never thought he’d be capable of feeling for anyone. 

“Seeing you always at a distance hurts,” he said in a rush. “I’d rather leave the room instead of seeing you with other men because a part of me wishes it was me in their place. But I can’t do that, Andrew.” His voice rose with every new word, every new emotion he purged from his throat. “And I know - I know you’ve always said you don’t do relationships, but I don’t want to just be a one night stand or a hookup, I don’t want to only be with you at night and only in your bed. I can’t do that. I’m sorry, but I can’t.”

Andrew stayed quiet during the whole tirade, and when Neil had finished the whole car rang with his silence. Neil’s breathing was ragged, and he began to debate leaving the car and finding his own way back to South Carolina himself, blizzard and hypothermia be damned. 

When the silence became too much to handle and Neil felt himself reaching for the door, he felt a tug on the sleeve of one of his sweaters. Neil dropped his hand and looked down at his lap. Another tug, sharper this time, had Neil looking through the darkness to where he knew Andrew to be. He could only see the barest outline of him, but it was enough. 

“I said I don’t do relationships,” Andrew began softly. Neil huffed and tried to pull away but was stopped by Andrew’s fingers brushing the line of his jaw, turning Neil’s head to face him, “because I was never interested in something more with those men. Knowing that you want me too changes everything.”

“Wait,” Neil said, his mind blanking. “What?”

Andrew sighed in exasperation. “You really didn’t know I liked you?”

“I…no. I had no idea.”

Neil could hear Andrew grinding his teeth together in frustration. It was such a familiar noise that Neil would have smiled it he wasn’t so shocked. 

“I’ve had feelings for you for years. I thought you didn’t like anybody.” The leather seats squeaked as Andrew shifted his weight to face Neil. 

“Well…I didn’t. At least I thought I didn’t. I’ve only ever been attracted to you.”

Andrew bumped his forehead against Neil’s. “We’re both idiots,” he said.

“Yeah,” Neil agreed. He almost laughed. He felt lighter than air now that the weight of suppressing his feelings for Andrew was gone from his shoulders. His lungs breathed freely.

They were very close, he and Andrew. Neil could feel the warm puffs of air from Andrew’s breath of his lips. His heart quickened. He heard Andrew swallow. 

“Yes or no?” Andrew said quietly. 

“Yes,” Neil breathed, and felt his eyes flutter shut. 

Andrew kissed him. His firm lips were cold pressed against Neil’s, but his mouth was warm and Neil had no problem opening his own to let some of that warmth in. Andrew’s hand slid to the back of Neil’s neck and pulled him closer, Neil hummed with satisfaction at the angle. Andrew pulled away first and they sat there, foreheads pressed together and their knees bumping, their chests moving in tandem. 

“We should do that more,” Neil said, still trying to catch his breath. Every time he thought he could breathe evenly, he remembered Andrew’s lips pressed against his and the air in his lungs hitched. “If only to keep warm.”

“Yes,” Andrew said agreeably. “It doesn’t look like the snow is stopping any time soon.”

Neil knew Andrew couldn’t see how heavily it was snowing outside, but instead of calling him out on it, he pressed closer for another kiss. 

~

Neil woke with a ray of light shining in his face, momentarily blinding him. For a moment he forgot where he was, until he felt Andrew curled up beside him and remembered the way they kissed for hours until they fell asleep under the cover of darkness. Neil shielded his eyes and sat up, the blanket falling from his shoulders to pile at his waist. 

Sunlight filtered in through the windows, mostly covered up by sheets of white. The snow was blinding, and Neil had to squint to see through the gaps that the snow hadn’t covered up. Outside was blanketed in white, but Neil could see that it had stopped snowing except for a few little errant flakes. Miraculously, they hadn’t frozen to death. 

Maybe Neil had been a bit dramatic. Maybe. 

Movement to Neil’s right and a short grunt that sounded suspiciously like Andrew’s ‘I’m grumpy that I’m awake this early’ told Neil that Andrew was beginning to stir. Neil looked over to find Andrew blinking slowly up at him. His hair was tussled from Neil’s hands running through them all night and having to sleep in the backseat of a car, but his face was clam and relaxed. 

“It’s stopped snowing,” Neil said. Andrew grunted again. 

“And it’s still cold so come here and bring your warmth,” Andrew retorted, his voice honey slow and scratchy with sleep. 

Neil snorted and fit his body in between Andrew’s and the seat. He shivered from the cold and let Andrew warm him again. A quiet ding made them pause. Andrew groped for his phone, which had fallen on the floor sometime in the night, and brought it up to his face to look at it. 

“Stupid thing finally has connection.” Andrew’s eyebrows bunched as he frowned. “And about thirty messages from my brother and cousin.” More dings came from Andrew’s phone. Andrew’s eyes squinted, following the progression of missed messages and phone calls. “Jesus.”

Andrew typed a quick message and let the phone tumble back to the floor. “I told them we got stranded and sent them our location to pick us up. They should be here in about an hour, depending on how bad that roads are.”

Neil hummed. Nicky was probably freaking out, he would fret over Andrew the first chance he got. Aaron, Neil was sure, was probably worried too.

Andrew looked at him, his expression pointed. “We have about an hour until we’re stuck with my family for two weeks,” he said, spelling it out straight.

Neil grinned, his face smushed against Andrew’s chest. “I guess we have to keep warm until then,” Neil said, “You know, so we don’t freeze to death.” 

Andrew snorted and pulled him in.

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One thing I've wondered about. They skate in a freezing rink but they are doing hard aerobic exercise for those few minutes (S has likened it to running a marathon?) so they don't get cold at all while they are in skimpy costumes but may actually feel warm? I want to know if they get sweaty palms since they have to hold hands so much, or not really because it's that cold or they don't sweat so much. Have they ever said anything abt this?

I think that yes, they get sweaty palms - notice how often Scott in particular, will run his hands over his shirt, which I assume is not just because he loves the feel of his own body.  ;)

But yeah, while they are skating full out, they will get pretty warm.  Most big (competitive) rinks are not excessively cold, TBH - I  mean, obviously on the ice, it’s colder than in the stands, but still, it’s not crazy cold.  Practice rinks are usually colder.  You can usually tell how cold it is by how many layers Tessa wears, LOL - or sometimes, even Scott.  (If *he* is putting layers back on after skating, you know it’s a freakishly cold rink.)

She always starts off practice in a few, and slowly sheds them as she warms up... and then after doing their official run through, puts some layers back on, generally speaking, as her body cools from the burst of energy.  Or if it was a group practice, she often never quite loses all the layers because she never has that prolonged level of activity but does have a lot of time standing around and listening.

^^ practice, Canadian Nationals 2017 - run through vs end of session - you know it’s cold when Scott  pulls down his sleeves and puts back on gloves by the end of the practice session.  (And T put back on the grey sweater and gloves too.)

^^ at truly one of the coldest rinks I’ve ever been in, in Minden for the special practices for CSOI 2015

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what if it’s us? (ch. 4)

a/n: no one prolly cares abt this fic anymore but lol still gonna continue

also posted on ao3 | ch. 1 ch. 2 ch. 3

"I think Allura's my soulmate."

Just like that, everything stopped. Time, the beating of her heart, the universe itself. All the little scars and bruises on her body tingled in a strange, unpleasant way. He was the only one smiling now. The clear excitement on his face made her feel harder to breathe.

Of course.

Pidge gritted her teeth.

Of fucking course.

"I saw her left foot earlier. It was bandaged the same way as my left foot. Do you know when she got that?"

"Yeah, uh..." She had it even before you had yours, dumbass. "Just this morning, I think." Pidge internally slapped herself. She didn't want to lie, she really didn't. But she also didn't want to erase the pure joy he was clearly feeling.

Though, her decision was going to make a lot of mess was it? She took a deep breath and as she was about to change her mind, Lance's gaze fell to the floor with a look that took every breath of her away and spoke softly. "I finally found her."

Out of all of his smiles, the one he wore right then was probably the most beautiful. She could see the relief and love he was ready to give attached to it.

Something about the fact that someone else was the reason for this smile bothered her a lot. It could be just the guilt for lying, making him smile for the wrong person, that creeped up her back.

Yeah. She hoped it was just that.

"Your turn." Said Lance, interrupting her thoughts.

"Huh?"

"What were you gonna say earlier?"

"Oh. Just that I- I noticed how you and Allura have the same injury too."

There was no turning back.

___

"Stop glaring, Hunk." Pidge said quietly, feeling the intense look he was giving her.

Brown eyes kept staring at her as she continued to type on her laptop. She felt uneasy but not to the point where she couldn't focus on the email that she was writing to her professor. A letter to inform her about the extremely unfair division of tasks in her group and how her two group mates barely did anything for their project.

Somewhere in the library, she could hear Lance being absentmindedly loud again. That and Hunk's glare growing more intense was enough to make her take a deep breath and finally look at the guy across her.

"Look what you've done." He said.

"I didn't do anything."

"Exactly. You didn't do anything to stop him from thinking Allura was his soulmate! Look at him!" He whisper shouted, pointing at the main desk. There, was Allura, staring blankly at Lance who was leaning an elbow on the desk and smirking at her like an idiot.

Pidge rolled her eyes, trying her hardest to keep her blood boiling at the sight. "He looks happy."

"He looks stupid, Pidge. You know what he said to me that night? 'Would it be more romantic if I make her realize rather than just telling her?'" She fought a grin at Hunk's accurate impression of Lance's slightly high pitched voice. "And just a few weeks ago you were like 'Never. Let him find out on his own.' You two just love miscommunication and complicating things more huh?"

"It'd be more complicated if I told him while he was so stoked about the idea of another person being his soulmate. It would ruin his mood, make things awkward, and possibly ruin our friendship too." Besides, she didn't want to mess things up after they just had their deep conversation and learned to really open up to each other for the first time.

It had been a couple of days since that whole thing happened. Finals was next week, everyone had been pretty busy with their own thing. Allura had to take care of some important stuff these past couple of days that Pidge had to work at the library on her own again. Meaning, Lance didn't immediately got the chance to start his wooing.

"She's not here?" He asked the night after their "hangout friday"- as Hunk would call it.

"She has a checkup. Sorry,  loverboy ."

"Aww man." The boy looked down at his feet. "I must've hurt her real bad."

Pidge's frown deepened as she only hummed in response. It was too early for her to casually talk about soulmates after what just happened .

"Well, guess I'll just study then. Hey, Pidge."

She looked at him, he raised a brow. "You're taking care of yourself, right?"

Snorting, she couldn't fight a grin. Why was he like this? Could he stop being so nice for a second? "Yeah, don't worry. I remember your advice by heart."

Pidge cringed internally, remembering what she said.

"Fix this, Pidge."

"I will, Hunk. Just– let him have his fun for a little while." Ignoring the slight pain in her chest and Hunk's disappointed look, she finally finished the email and pressed send.

___

Shoe squeaks and loud pop music filled the gym.

The highest bleacher was cold against the palm of her hands. Pidge could see everything from up here. It was nice. Plus, she was far from everyone, far from the volleyball team playing and from the dance team which she found out was just like a bunch of Lance put in one group. Everyone was just as loud and boisterous.

"Why am I here again?"

Lance looked up at her from where he stood, one bleacher below, and flashed a smile. "Because Hunk isn't available and I'm used to having a friend watch me practice. You don't have a choice."

She let out a deep breath. At least Hunk wasn't available for real this time. Unlike the last time he left the two where he tried to play wingman.

"Ugh. Don't you have like a hobby that's a little more... quiet?"

"Oh come on, Pidge. Don't you think a bunch of college kids dancing and doing dangerous stunts is cool?"

Her attention was caught by a flyer being thrown in the air. The guy landed too quickly and it was obvious by the shocked look on their faces that his spotters weren't ready, they caught him immediately anyways.

"Fun." Her hands started sweating, seeing the team practice that same stunt again. "Is this a requirement? I mean does this boost up your grades in any way?"

"Not really. Clubs and stuff like this doesn't really add that much to my GPA." He said as he took out his water bottle.

"Why didn't you just take performing arts then?"

He took a sip. "I was going to. I wanted to study and make money out of dancing but... let's be honest, the money part would be kinda hard to achieve. So I went with my second favorite thing to do, taking care of people. I took nursing."

Pidge was about to ask another question when one of his teammates suddenly shouted. "Lance! You ready?"

"Yup! Just a sec!" Lance put down his bottle before giving her another proud smile. "Just enjoy the show, Katarina. We have like fifteen minutes left of practice. It'll be quick."

She watched as he carefully walked down the bleachers and towards his team. She bit her lip when her injured foot throbbed slightly as she saw Lance unintentionally take a hard step.

A member then approached him and said something she couldn't obviously hear.

Nodding his head, he smiled at said member before getting into position.

There was something off about that smile, though. How he went from being all jumpy to stiff right after said teammate talked to him was not a good sign too.

Pidge pushed her glasses up her nose.

The same pop music that was on repeat for minutes played again as the dance team started their routine. They did some incredible stunts and moves that could make anyone jump from their seat yet she couldn't take her eyes away from a single dancer.

Ocean waves.

That was the only thing she could think of as she watched him sway, turn, pop and glide. Lance danced so swiftly yet every move had a hint of snap. His hips didn't lie, his whole body moved so in sync with the beat.

He didn't look like he was having as much fun, though, and one time he looked as if he wasn't sure if he was in the right position which was concerning.

But still.

That was hot.

___

"I have eight papers due tomorrow and I haven't started any of them." Said Keith after taking a big gulp of milk straight from the carton as he sat by the kitchen counter.

He was lactose intolerant.

"And why's that?"

"I don't know, Shiro. Everytime I begin typing I just burst into tears."

Even through the phone, his brother's disappointed sigh was still upsetting to hear. "College's tough huh?"

Keith chuckled. "That's an understatement."

"I know but you have to be more responsible. Be more like Katie but without the overworking part." Keith frowned at the second statement, remembering all those nights he had to drag an exhausted Pidge to bed and how he hated seeing her all stressed up. He took another sip. "Speaking of, how is she? Her finals is coming up right? I hope she's not over studying again."

"Strangely but fortunately, no. She hasn't overworked herself in days."

"That's good. Matt's visiting you guys today so–"

Keith chocked on his milk before Shiro could even finish his sentence.

He totally forgot about that.

"You okay there?" Shiro asked. Keith could already see his brother's teasing smirk and it caused his ears to burn up.

"Yeah, just– Just remembered I'm lactose intolerant." He cleared his throat. "Anyway, yeah. Pidge mentioned that."

Meanwhile, Shiro couldn't help but chuckle at his little brother's clear nervousness. "Don't worry, you have my permission to say yes when he asks you out on a date. Again."

Keith went silent for a moment.

That was when Shiro spoke again, his voice softer and Keith could almost see him wearing his comforting smile. "It's okay, Keith."

Something in his chest loosened and he took a deep breath. Keith already knew what it meant for he had heard it from him a million times. It was the first time he heard Shiro say it like that, though. It felt and sounded like real reassurance this time, like not only the situation was okay, but also himself.

As if on cue, a couple of loud knocks were heard from Keith and Pidge's apartment door and he tensed up.

"Thanks, Shiro. I'll call you again later?"

"After you finish your papers first. Now go, entertain your guest."

Keith ignored Shiro's teasing tone, said goodbye and hanged up before walking towards the door.

He already had a guess of who the person on the other side was. And if he was right, said guest was a little bit early for his sister wasn't even home yet.

Here goes nothing. Keith finally opened the door and lo and behold, he was right. He hated that he was right.

Matthew Holt stood in front of him with a warm smile, the familiar scar still clear and present across the bridge of his nose. "Hey, Keith."