#i'm actually not allowed to do 'drabble' prompts anymore

[enjoythesilentworld]

I can’t believe I almost missed the chance to ask you to write smth. That’s what I get for having a busy tumblr dash. Anyway. “Join me” as a prompt pls? 💜

hello my darling Lia. you know i'd write anything you asked me to. for today, here's a (not) little ficlet in which Simon neglects to read the fine print and somehow it actually turns out really well for him.

💜enjoy xx

Alone in a foreign country, Simon must find a stranger to join him on the romantic couples food tour he’s accidentally booked. (a 2.3k strangers to lovers, fake dating, speed-run of an AU) if you see this again for day 2 of simon's month dont worry bout it

Simon curses under his breath as the confirmation email comes in.

So, he’d booked the food tour a little quickly, possibly without reading all the fine print. He can’t even blame a language barrier because he’s in Spain and, thanks to his mamá, his Spanish is really better than his English.

The solo-travel thing had been a bit of a last-minute decision. Spurred by the post university graduation crisis of, ‘Oh Fuck What Am I Doing With My Life?’ whichled twenty-somethings around the globe to grab a backpack and buy a one-way plane ticket. Simon’s decision was also encouraged by the fact that he’d woken up one day and realized he was in a toxic relationship, quickly packing his bags and saying Hejdå to a two-year relationship. He’s only about three weeks into the whole self-discovery shtick, but it seems to be going well so far. He enjoys the independence of it all. Not that he’s not independent at home — in fact, he’s been a little bit too much of an adult since he was 10 — but more so that he doesn’t have to worry about anyone else. Simon goes to museums when he wants to, stays for as little or as much time as he wants. He eats when he wants, goes to shows he likes, and doesn’t spend every second of every day worrying about everyone else. (Of course, he’s called his mama and sister nearly every day since he left, but he’s working on it.) He also, apparently, incorrectly books guided food tours that are actually romantic couples excursions. 

Glancing around the nearly empty breakfast room at his hostel, he chews on his options. One is to show up to this tour alone and look like a dumb tourist. Two is to find someone willing to go on it with him.

There’s a pair of British girls in the corner, giggling over their plates of breakfast. Simon recognizes them from the stand-up comedy show the hostel had organized the night before; they’d been attached at the hip the whole night. Slim chance of separating them. Crowding around the cereal bar is a group of American guys who all look like fraternity brothers. If Simon remembers correctly, he’d overheard some vile words from them in the bar last night, and so he’s is not too keen on participating in any sort of tour with any of them, romantic or not.

The only other person in the room is sitting a few seats down at the communal table: a very good-looking man with light auburn hair and high cheek bones. His long fingers, nails painted a deep purple, hold up a book with one hand and gingerly lift a coffee cup to his lips with the other. He’s dressed quite casually, in an un-done button up over a tank-top and baggy trousers, but somehow makes it look refined. Simon noticed him yesterday afternoon in the hostel café, noticed the way the man’s eyes tracked Simon from across the room.

His pretty brown eyes are no longer locked on the pages of the book, but have found Simon again and caught him staring. Simon forces himself to hold his ground and smiles, glancing down at the book title. It’s by a Swedish author, he realizes, and a gay Swedish author at that.

Gesturing with his head, Simon asks, “Is it good?”

The pretty man places his coffee cup down clumsily. “Yeah, it’s one of my favorites.”

“I hope I’m not interrupting.”

“I’ve read it a million times,” he says, closing the book. “I’m Wille.” 

The light blush on his cheeks is endearing.

“Simon.”

Wille smiles softly and nods, “Trevligt.”

He’s polite and looks suspiciously rich to be in this hostel, but his eyes are kind and has a rainbow pin on his tote bag so, before Wille can say anything else, Simon slides one chair closer.

“Are you doing anything today, Wille?”

Wille moves to the chair across from Simon. “Nope.”

Simon props his head on both his hands and gazes at this beautiful stranger, wondering why he didn’t speak to him the day before. “Would you like to join me on a romantic food tour around Barcelona?”

Wille quirks an eyebrow, then mirrors Simon’s position. “I would love to.”

The tour doesn’t begin for a few hours, so they sit and chat while the breakfast room fills up around them. Wille laughs when Simon explains how he’s gotten himself into this situation, and the sound sets little sparks bursting in Simon’s chest. What luck he’s had this morning.

Simon learns that Wille is also at the beginning of a self-discovery trip, running away from a family legacy and a desk job he desperately did not want. He also learns that Wille is incredibly funny and quite flirty, though whenever Simon starts flirting back he becomes incredibly flustered. His stare, though, is the thing that gets Simon the most. Wille looks at him so intently, gaze flitting between Simon’s eyes and his mouth, listening to every word and seemingly staring directly into Simon’s soul. It would be troubling if he wasn’t so goddamn beautiful.

The conversation flows so easily between them that Simon, so wrapped up in Wille’s laugh and crooked teeth, almost forgets they have somewhere to be.

They walk quickly through the streets of Barcelona together, heading towards the café at which they’re meant to meet the rest of their tour group. Wille’s fingers brush against Simon’s a few times, though his voice never falters, so Simon isn’t sure if it’s just him that feels the jolt of electricity each time.

“You said this is a romantic food tour?” Wille asks, reaching out to pull Simon out of the way of a passing cart.

The city is bustling with life around them, the sun shining hot between the buildings, people hanging off balconies, chatting with neighbors or stringing up laundry to dry. It’s absolutely beautiful, and somehow it seems a bit more colorful than it had the day before.

“Yes.”

“Is it going to be obvious that you and I just met?” he says, letting Simon go ahead of him to squeeze through the crowd, staying close, with a hand hovering over Simon’s lower back.

“Well,” Simon muses, “we could make it a bit of a game. If you’re down.”

Looking over his shoulder, he sees Wille’s eyes light up with mischief. “I’m down. What kind of game?”

Simon chuckles and shrugs, checking his phone to make sure they’re still headed in the right direction. “We could pretend to be a couple. You know, really put on a show.”

“That sounds very, very fun, Simon.”

For the last ten or so minutes of their walk, they establish some basic rules. They’ll hold hands and gaze lovingly in each other’s eyes and ramble to anyone who asks about their beautiful love story. The goal is to one-up every other couple there by acting sickeningly in love. By the time they make it to the café, only a few minutes late, they’re holding onto each other and cackling at the increasingly ridiculous ‘meet-cute’ ideas they’ve come up with.

There are three other couples in the tour: one looks like a very young newly-wed couple, another is a pair of middle-aged ladies, and the third is a pretentious-looking, older couple who already look fed up with everyone else. As the tour-guide starts on their spiel, Wille wraps a tender arm around Simon, pulling him close and whispering jokes into his ear, somehow making them look more like a couple than even the newly-weds.

They sit down to start, and Wille lets Simon order for them off the selected menu. They feed each other bites of tomato toast and gently wipe crumbs from each other’s cheeks, all the while giggling to each other and only half-listening to the explanations of the food. It also seems they’ve unintentionally started a competition with the other young couple of who-can-look-more-in-love. When Wille hands Simon a napkin before he can even ask to wipe up his splashed juice, the man of the other couple tries to lovingly whisper something in his wife’s ear but gets brushed off as she’s too busy listening intently to the tour guide. When Simon holds out a forkful of potato omelette for Wille, the man tries to do the same, but his wife shakes her head, smiling, and fondly pats his cheek then turns back to her own plate.

As they move through the next few stops — a restaurant, a food cart, and an open-air market — he and Wille fall even further into their ‘game’. There’s plenty of very intentional touches and exchanged loving glances, but Wille also asks Simon about himself. About his family and his dreams and where he’s going next. Simon learns even more about Wille’s obsession with frogs and his love for lakes and his passion for writing. The rest of the tour group fades away, and things between them start to feel a little less like a game and a little more real. The prolonged eye contact becomes less playful and more loaded. The lingering touches become less out of competition and more out of some deep urge. Simon’s eyes flick more often down to Wille’s lips, watching him lick cream off his fingers or clean gazpacho off his spoon.

Maybe it’s the wine, but as they head to their last stop of the day, hand in hand, trailing behind the group, Simon finds himself hoping Wille isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. He’d made a few friends over the past few weeks, but it always seemed to work out that when he was having a great time, the person would be leaving the very next day, heading off to some new country or heading back home.

Wille grins over at him and points out a pretty sculpture, mumbling something smart about the artist and looking absolutely ethereal in the light of the early evening with his flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes. Maybe it isn’t just the wine.

Their final destination is small tapas place on the beach. Simon and Wille have given up any pretense of listening to the tour guide or of playing their little game. Instead, they sit close at their table and chat about their favorite memories growing up and tell embarrassing stories. Simon, as he’s done at every place, translates every bit of Spanish on the menu and giggles helplessly as he corrects Wille’s pronunciation. They share a plate of pulpo and split a liter of sangria and it’s one of the most perfect days Simon’s ever experienced.

“I’m really glad I misread that website,” Simon says, fiddling with his fingers. When he glances up, he finds Wille grinning at him. He takes Simon’s hand.

“Me too.”

After the tour concludes and their guide bids they all farewell, their group mostly scatters. But, Wille and Simon stay at their table, finishing off their pitcher and becoming increasingly rowdy with their jokes. After a few annoyed looks from their waiter, they collect their things and stumble down to the beach. Simon jumps onto Wille’s back, laughing loudly and savoring the feeling of Wille’s strong hands wrapped securely around his legs. Wille wades out into the shallow water of the beach, and Simon yelps when he pretends to nearly drop them both into the cool water.

Eventually, Wille lets him down but takes his hand instead, and they walk down the sand, talking about the food tour and realizing that they maybe didn’t pay attention at all.

There’s a warm buzz in Simon’s body, making him giddy and calm all at once. When they make it to a small concrete pier, Wille pulls him out to the edge of it and they stand, arms wrapped around each other, staring out at the Mediterranean.

Simon sigh happily. “Beautiful.”

“Yeah. Very,” Wille says breathlessly, and Simon looks up to see Wille staring down at him. He smacks Wille’s chest playfully.

“You’re an idiot, Wille.”

Wille laughs, “I’m being serious!”

“Sure,” Simon hums, turning back to the water, biting back a smile.

“Hey.” He turns back again and Wille’s face has sobered, and he’s now gazing down at Simon with that same intense stare. “You are beautiful, Simon. You’re also funny and kind and— I had a really, really great time today.”

He squirms slightly at the force of the words, the conviction in Wille’s tone, but can’t help but let his eyes flicker down to Wille’s lips. He’s so close and looks so pretty in the cool lighting of the twilight evening and Simon’s never thought it could be possible to fall for someone like this, this hard, in one day.

“Me, too,” Simon whispers. Then, “Wille?”

“Yes?”

“Can I—”

Wille nods, gasping, “Yes,” before Simon can even finish his sentence and then they’re both rushing forward.

Finally, after thinking about it nearly all day, Wille’s lips connect with his. He tastes like fruity wine and olives and something so Wille, and Simon melts into his arms, coming up onto his tiptoes to press further into him. Wille’s hair is soft under his fingertips and though they’ve basically been touching all day, this is different and overwhelming and everything.

When they break apart, giggling into each other, the lights have come on along the paved pathway by the beach.

“Maybe we should head back?” Wille suggests, looking just as much like he doesn’t want to head back as Simon feels. But, it’s getting late and he’s also starting to feel tired from all the wine and walking, so Simon nods and takes Wille’s hand again.

They trail slowly back through the streets, pausing occasionally to exchange a quick kiss, or to slip into an alcove and exchange a slightly longer one. By the time they make it back to their building, Simon’s limbs feel syrupy with sleep and his chest feels warm with the events of the day.

Two steps up the stairs to the front door of the hostel, Simon stops and turns.

“Where will you be tomorrow?” he asks, looking down at Wille.

Wille smiles. “Wherever you are.”

[heeliopheelia]

"just hold me" (jay x reader)

genre: fluff word count: 0.6k requested by nonnie ♡

a/n: hello, it's your very much sleep deprived crazy writer again :)) i planned on posting a shorter drabble tonight but i think i'm literally just unable to write anything under 0.5k... i'll try the next time tho!! hope you guys like this one, i kinda love but hate it at the same time <33

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"Jay," you whine, trying to wiggle out of his grip weakly. "Get off. It's too hot."

"I don't care, I'm cold," he scoffs as he pulls you closer, arms tightly wrapped around your waist.

As much as you love cuddling your boyfriend and it's a rare occasion that he actually wants it more than you do, the stuffiness in your bedroom is already enough to prevent you from laying comfortably. And with Jay's body heat added to that? Au revoir good night's sleep.

"Then put your goddamn shirt on," you grumble, finally succeeding at prying his hand away from you.

Jay huffs, pressing his lips to the back of your ear. "I would but you're the one wearing it now."

A smile creeps upon your lips and you press them together to contain your laughter somehow. The black fabric of his favorite t-shirt is indeed snugly wrapped around your body. You're glad your back is turned to your boyfriend's face as you know that the second he would've noticed your smile, you wouldn't be standing a chance against him anymore and you'd have to surrender yourself to a whole night of the sweet suffocation.

When you feel his hand sneaking around your waist again, you're quick to slap it away, covering up your laugh with a loud cough.

"You're mean," he pouts which is so out of character for him and only makes the urge to laugh and give in harder for you.

So instead you wave your hand at him dismissively. "Go to sleep, you big baby."

You listen to his steady breathing for long enough to determine that he's most likely already asleep, slowly, you wiggle yourself backwards until your back meets his toned chest.

And you can hear his incoherent mumbling of fine's and whatever's underneath his nose before the blissful silence comes upon you two at last. You sigh from tiredness, feeling the burden of entire day weighting down on your eyelids with each minute.

There's one thing missing though – one significant detail that fends off your very needed sleep no matter how hard you try to put this feeling to an end. And then after two more minutes of trying, you give up with a sigh, well aware that there are no real chances of you actually falling asleep tonight without feeling Jay's arms around your body.

"Well, would you look at that? Knew you'd come crawling back," he teases only one second later and you close your eyes, realizing you've just been caught acting up against your own pride. "Just can't get enough of me, can you?"

"Shut up," you mumble, pushing your body even more into his chest, ignoring his snickering. "Just hold me, please?"

Jay huffs out a laughter and you can just hear the teasing smile that spreads on his pretty lips. "You're always so cute when you're sleepy. As you wish, my baby."

Without needing to prompt him any further, his arms wrap around you in an instant, his body heat engulfing you pleasantly. You're too tired to pay any mind to being too hot, and you just sigh out of content, snuggling even closer to him. His fingers slip underneath the hem of his your t-shirt and he caresses your skin with his calloused thumbs soothingly. Now, with your boyfriend's lips on your neck and his slow breathing matching its pace with yours, you allow the tiredness to take over and you finally fall asleep, tightly tucked in Jay's arms.

permanent taglist: @bambisgirl @arizejkt19 @luvmura @milisabunny @cathy-1997 @satoruskitchenrag @ramenoil @jenjnk

[yan-lorkai]

Tips for someone who wants to start their writing blog? 👉👈

Helllllllllllo darling! (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ~

-- First of all:

Sometimes you're going to write a lot and sometimes you won't even want to open your drafts because you'll be tired from it. And that's ok, always know your pace or else you're going overwhelm yourself wanting to write everything. Also don't ever delete your drafts, yes, even the ones you don't want to write anymore. Ideas and concepts can be reused later!

-- Grammar!

I'm not yet fluent in english so sometimes I write with the dictionary open in another tab lol, thing is this is very important. To better your grammar you can practice writing drabble and prompts, you don't even have to post it if you don't like it. I also recommend to read a lot as reading works to inspire you and to analyse how different every writer writes. Like, I love writing dialogues so sometimes I have a hard time writing descriptions bcs I can't focus on them. When this happens I just skip it and put a () for when I'm proofreading to edit it.

Though commiting little errors are common and totally fine, darling! You're allowed to commit them. Don't ever "omg, there's so many typos on my fics people must hate them and me" or smth, is normal to make typos actually :)

-- Rules

It's your blog, darling. You have the final say on every matter. Don't ever feel pressured to write something just because people ask you to. Though be prepared because sometimes people won't read it so you have to be patient. Put the rules on somewhere visible, change their color, PUT THEM ON ALL CAPS!

Be very specific. Like, what fandoms do you write for? How many characters can people send in? What are you comfortable writing and what are you willing to try? Is there something that you won't tolerate being sent in your inbox? Things like that!

-- Ramble, share, talk

Let us hear what you have to say. Your ideas, even if they seem silly to you, are very interesting to the audience. Also let your followers to connect and interact with you <- I say this as if I wasn't so shy and awkard that eveytime I want to share sometimes I'm hit with ah well nobody will care anyway. This is the devil speaking, do not the same I do, darling!

-- Aesthetic and tags

I like this part hehe. As I said, this is your blog darling. It's almost like your second home. And people like their home being pretty and comfy. So try making your blog look like that! Choose an aesthetic, a character or something that speaks to you. And don't be afraid to change.

Also about tags. Everyone has its own. Tag everything: fics, characters, fandoms! They're so important, darling, you can search for them on your blog later and a tagged fic has a higher chance of showing up in the main feed. Besides it'll be easier for people to navigate through your blog (also make a masterlist, yes, even if it's a hassle to maintain it).

-- Don't be afraid

Writing is hard, is true. Motivation can come and go, sometimes time won't allign it with your want to write, y'know just mundane things. If you have writer block then don't force yourself to write, you won't like it what you read when you're done and if you feel afraid to write something new then do it afraid. Do it afraid even if it's bad, do it afraid because otherwise you won't do it. Though if is something you don't know about then please search about it and talk with other people.

-- Have fun

The whole purpose of writing is to have fun. Do not anyone spoil your fun, babe. Have fun, laugh and cry writing, make friends along the way. If a story is loved by its writer then certainly everyone will feel it and love it just as much as love! :)

Hope this all helps. If you still have any questions then ask away and I'II try my best answering it!

[sunymar]

Oooh! For the touch prompt how about 54 or 33? I love these drabbles ❤️

54. touching cheek to cheek & 33. tasting their smile

touching prompts - thank you! i'm happy you like them!

It's not even a full night after Paschal announces that Damen's wound is not at risk of reopening anymore that Damen wakes up to a very familiar, very warm weight on top of him.

He can't say he's entirely comfortable, because it still hurts a little, but the feeling of a soft breath against his neck makes his heart flutter and he can't find it in him to complain. He traces a line down Laurent's spine with the tips of his fingers, and smiles when it makes him stir with a small sound.

"Missed me?" Damen whispers, tenderly, trailing his way back up Laurent's back to bury his fingers in his hair. "I didn't see you in all day. Have you been getting any rest at all?"

Laurent nods sleepily, but Damen has seen the dark circles under his eyes. He knows he's not. But he lets it pass this once. He can't be sure he wouldn't be neglecting himself in the same way if Laurent was the one who was injured, if he had to rule two kingdoms at the same time on his own.

"I missed you," Laurent admits, still too drowsy to function properly, tucking his face into Damen's neck again. He yawns against his skin and Damen feels himself melt in the inside, his arms wrapping as tightly as possible around Laurent's waist without aggravating the pain. "You sleep a lot."

Damen laughs. Laurent seems pleased with the sound, he lifts his head and he presses his lips clumsily against Damen's, with a smile of his own. Damen kisses him back, and then kisses him again, and again. He can't have enough of it, even when Laurent makes a soft sound of protest.

"Don't strain yourself."

"I'm hardly straining myself. Kissing you is as easy as breathing."

That seems to wake Laurent a little bit. He turns his head to the side, pressing his cheek against Damen's, allowing him to rub them together affectionately, but Damen can tell it is because he's blushing.

"Well, you could hardly breathe two weeks ago, actually."

Damen laughs again, and he can practically feel Laurent preen in his arms. It's only then that he realizes it's the first time he laughs this much since he got stabbed by Kastor, the first time doing it doesn't make him feel like he's dying in agony.

"Go back to sleep, Your Highness," Damen says, softly. He rests his hand on Laurent’s ass, which makes Laurent huff in offense against his cheek. "The last thing we need is you catching a cold over a lack of sleep."

Laurent shifts in his arms, letting out another small sound, like he means to say something more, but his body betrays him. His eyelashes tickle Damen's skin when they flutter closed, and soon his breathing has evened out again. He's deeply asleep.

Damen kisses his temple before closing his eyes too, with a smile that makes his cheeks hurt, and slowly drifts to sleep too.

[writer-married-him]

Haikyuu boys girl bestfriend’s (HC)

Prompt/ Theme: The Haikyuu boys girl best friend tells you that they cheated on you and slept with her.

Warnings: Cursing, Violence, Manipulation. Drama

Characters: Bokuto, Akaashi, Kuroo

Category: Drabble

You were sitting in your room at your desk working on some homework you had due tomorrow. Man if only you weren't such a procrastinator. You were about to get up to grab something to drink when you hear the familiar buzz of your phone. You pick it up and unlock it before clicking on the messaging app.

Hey Darling, I hate to be the one to break the bad news to you but somebody has to. Bokuto and I have been sleeping together, he says you're just sooo annoying and that he prefers my body over yours. He's with me right now actually.-G/n❤️

You feel your blood run cold as you read the text message, it was from Koutarou's bestfriend, G/n but it was sent from Bokuto's phone. You run downstairs and to your key rack, grabbing your car keys and sliding your shoes one before running outside to your car. You rush to sit down and buckle as you start the car, your mind running a thousand miles per hour.

You can't help the tears that cascade down your cheeks uncontrollably as you drive down the dark roads, the only light coming from street lamps. You pull into his drive way and quickly get out of the car to look at his bedroom window. You realized you had no idea what you were going to do, you had driven over in a rush. Swallowing, you walk up to his front door and open it.

Standing in the kitchen was his mother, she looked surprised to see you, but surprise quickly turned into worry as she rushed over to you. " Sweetie what's wrong!?", her concern was evident in her voice as she held your shoulders. " W-Where's Bokuto?", you manage to whimper out through your tears. She points upstairs towards where his room was and you run over to them and rush up towards his room, leaving her standing there worried and confused.

When you reach the door you take a deep breath before opening it quietly. You saw Bokuto and G/n sitting on his bed talking, they hadn't seen you yet. You stood there for a moment or two before you heard Bokuto's mother calling out " Y/n are you okay?" Hearing his mother Bokuto looked towards the door about to correct his mom when he saw you standing there; tears were cascading down your cheeks, your eyes were puffy and red and you were shaking.

As soon as he saw you Bokuto jumped off the bed and ran over to were you stood crying, holding you tightly in his arms. " My little owl, what's wrong!? You noticed the evident fury in G/n's face as she glared daggers at you. You buried you head in Bokuto's chest crying as you shakily pulled your phone from your pocket and clicked on your messages before handing the phone to Bokuto. You allowed him to read the text G/n had sent you and you quickly saw anger contort on his face. You were surprised considering you rarely ever saw Bokuto mad, and never this mad. He let go of you, whipping around to face G/n furiously. " You said I was sleeping with you", he yelled at her his voice irked. By now his mom had come up to his room, she gave you a hug as Bokuto popped off on G/n.

Needless to say, they aren't friends anymore and you couldn't walk the day after.

School had just gotten out and you were walking on the sidewalk towards your house when G/n, Akaashi's friend ran up beside you. You smile at her " oh hey G/n, how was school?", you ask politely. She just shrugs before you both go quiet, walking simultaneously together. You were comfortable with the silence, you didn't know G/n very well so you didn't know what to even talk about.

"Hey Y/n", she says suddenly, you turn to look at her, noticing she was staring at you. " I need to admit something", she mumbled abruptly looking at her shoes. You raised an eyebrow at her before you spoke " what is it?" She looks back up at you tears perked at the corners of her eyes, catching you off guard. " I'm so sorry!", she yells, bowing deeply before beginning to sob. You stare at her shocked before you notice people watching you both. You hold her shoulders, pushing her back into an upright position as you try to sooth her. Eventually she calms down, giving you an answer but not the one you were expecting.

"Me and Akaashi have been sleeping together behind your back."

Your memories are blurred after that, all you remember is her calling out to you as you ran from her, your back pack fumbling around on your back. You could feel your own tears fall on the ground your vision obscured as you run towards your house. People stared at you as you ran but you didn't care. The next thing you knew you were crumpled into a ball in your bed sobs echoing in the room.

You felt like you couldn't breathe as you only cried louder. You didn't even realize it when your phone buzzed violently beside, signaling you had a call. You just laid there crying, curled up in a surfeit of blankets and pillows.

You had no idea how long you'd been crying but it was pitch-black outside and in your room, it was dead silent. You hadn't moved in hours still curled if in a fettle position you stayed still so long your limbs hurt. You felt like your heart was going to combust at anytime. You couldn't help but ask why, why would he do this? You replayed every moment in your head, picking out every mistake you'd made and pondering if that was what made him cheat. You looked out your window, watching the wind brush past the tree leaves.

Finally, you grabbed your phone, sitting up in your bed. You unlock your phone to find fifteen missed calls from Akaashi, you forgot he had a game today. You click home to check your other notifications, only to be met with the picture of you and Akaashi you had set as your home screen. You can help the tear that comes rolling down your cheek, opening the flood gates to a second break down.

You were curled back up in your blankets for who knows how long when you feels strong arms wrap around your shaking figure. You breathe in sharply startled by the sudden contact. You look over your shoulder to see who it is when you see Akaashi's worried face staring back at you. You immediately pull away from him using the blankets to shield yourself from him. He was confused by your reaction but takes note to keep some distance.

" Y/n, what's wrong?", he asks concern caking his voice. " Oh I don't know why don't you try taking a guess", you spit back at him with a sharp tongue. He was taken aback by your response and the fury in your eyes. " G/n told me you two Turtle Doves are sleeping together". you say. You see his eyes widen in surprise before he looks at you sympathetically. " And what proof did she provide exactly?", he asks. You then realize she never did anything but say they slept together and how sudden her " confession" was. He opens his strong arms and looks at you expectantly with a warm smile. You can't help the relief that washes over you as you bury yourself in his arms.

You sat on your bed, staring at the ceiling of your bedroom tears staining your cheeks. You tilted your head to the side, starring at the picture that sat on top of your bed side table; it was a framed picture of you and Kuroo on your Two Year Anniversary. Your heart crumbled at the sweet smile that was spread across his lips. It broke your heart knowing it was all a façade. You look down at the phone in your hands starring at the message you had gotten on your phone.

"Hey love, I just wanted to tell you, me and Kuroo just fucked. He said he was tired of sleeping with someone who looked like a human roach, ouch. If I were you I'd disappear and literally never come back. At least Kuroo finally came to his senses, you never deserved him in the first place bitch.

Below the message was an attachment, it was a picture of her laying on Kuroo's chest while he slept. The message was sent from his phone. You couldn't believe he would do this, just yesterday he was telling you how much he loved you, and now? You felt like your world was falling apart, I guess he really was to good to be true.

You never saw it coming, there weren't any obvious signs; there was never any warning. The perfect boyfriend you thought you had was really sleeping with a girl behind your back. You couldn't fathom the emotions that tore you heart open. You had decided you were going to break up with him the next time you see him. You knew there wouldn't be a way to fix this, he already moved on from you when he slept with G/n.

You just lay there crying alone in your room, your heart shattering.

The next day you barely manage to get out of bed, the energy drained from your body. Regardless you get up and get ready before realizing Kuroo would be here in twenty minutes to pick you up. You quickly grab your bag and rush down stairs, hoping Kuroo would be late and you could make it to school before he even got here.

You run outside and start jogging towards the school. By the time you get to the school you know Kuroo's probably already on his way and has realized you walked by yourself. You know you aren't ready to face him so you hurry to get to your next class.

The rest of the day is stressful, you're doing your best to avoid him. I'm just now realizing how much me and Kuroo are together during the day. You think to yourself as you walk down the hallway towards your last class. You know you're going to have to confront him eventually but right now you really just couldn't.

You walk into your last class and sit down, at this point you were completely drained of all of your energy. You were only half listening as the teachers lecture dragged on for what felt like hours but was really on one hour. As soon as the bell rang you were out of your seat and jogging out of the school gates. You knew Kuroo didn't have practice today and you were scared that if you took to long he might catch up to you before you can get home. You keep a fast jog as you continue heading home.

As soon as you get there you grab your keys and unlock the door, opening it and running inside. You hurry and run up to your bedroom closing the door behind you before diving into your bed. You knew Kuroo would be at your house any minute now, so you were trying to mentally prepare yourself to see him.

You were correct, because a minute or two later Kuroo opened your door. He immediately rushed to hug you but you pushed him away. When you turned around to look at him you were surprised to see him in tears as he broke down crying. You felt your heart twist as he reached his shaky arms arms out, silently begging to hold you. You tried to maintain your composure but seeing him like that was too much for you and you collapsed into his arms.

As soon as he was hugging you he started to try to explain through his tears. " I-I never slept w-with G/n I-I swear baby please don't leave me!" Hearing him pleading broke your heart and you looked up at his face. " T-Then why was she on your chest in that picture?", you ask. " I-I fell asleep while we were studying, I didn't even know she said any of that till' this morning", he explained frantically. '' Kuroo, tell me you love me, please. I need to know that I'm enough for you." You barely managed to get the words out, your voice quiet and weak. '' Y/n, I love you more than anything, I will never get tired of you and there will never be anyone better", he said staring into your eyes hopefully.

That was all you needed to hear, you buried yourself in his arms, hoping he would never let go.

[shouyouwrites]

Congrats on the milestone!!! Ah! I'm so happy for youuu~ I saw the prompt list and 👀 I'm here for it. Can I request "If I kiss you right now I won't be able to stop" with Akaashi?

if i kiss you right now

hi love!! thank you so so much and thank you for your request, it was so cute! for some reason the moment i saw this i thought neck kisses, so have this really short drabble i wrote way too long ago but never got to post. sorry this took so long, i hope you’ll like it!! 💕💕

You two really needed to stop meeting like this.

You thought of the volleyball club, whose members had probably already started thinking about what to do in their next match. They’d made it to nationals —which wasn’t a surprise at all, really— but you knew that in order for them to win, all the players in the team needed to stay focused on volleyball, including Akaashi; or, actually, especially Akaashi. He was their setter and he really should be out there with his teammates talking about whatever it was they were discussing —you didn't know what it was because they were too far away, but that didn’t matter— and not in this dark corner with you, of all people.

“Akaashi,” you said, trying to stay focused for the sake of you both. You felt him mumble something against the skin of your neck, but he didn’t let go of you, nor did he show any signs of stopping what he was doing anytime soon.

“Aren’t the others going to notice you’re not with them?”

“They probably already have,” he said, still perfectly calm, before planting yet another kiss on your skin, this time just below your ear. His mouth and hands were so warm on your body and it took everything in you to keep thinking about where you were.

“And? Don’t you think they’ll start looking for you soon?”

“Maybe.”

“Akaashi!” You covered your mouth as soon as you realized you’d spoken a bit louder than what was probably necessary. You glanced around you but nobody had walked by, so you allowed yourself to relax a bit. “They might be talking about something important.”

Another hum of acknowledgement. Then another kiss, on your jaw this time. This wasn’t like the times you two got excited, this was one of the moments shared between the two of you that were soft and sweet, those that reminded you of just how loved and cherished Akaashi could make you feel.

“They could be talking about the match,” you said, even though you knew their next match wouldn't be starting anytime soon, one last attempt to remind him you were in public and someone could walk by and see you at any moment, but you weren’t really resisting him anymore.

When was the last time you two had managed to be alone like this lately? You couldn’t remember.

“Or they could be talking about something completely irrelevant to volleyball, like sea turtles.” He leaned back a little.

You opened your eyes. “Sea turtles?”

“Earlier Bokuto said he watched a part of a documentary about it some time ago.”

You laughed, picturing how the conversation might have gone inside your head.

“You know,” you said after a little while, feeling his lips touch your neck again. “You’ve been kissing me everywhere except from my lips.” You brought his face closer and rubbed your nose with his. “Why?”

“It’s a bit silly…”

“Silly?” You giggled when he planted a kiss on your nose. “Tell me.”

“I think…” He caressed your cheek with his hand and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch, basking in the warmth of his fingers.

“What?”

He leaned in again, and his lips were only a few inches away from your own when he said, “If I kiss you right now, I won’t be able to stop.”

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[cherry-gemz]

Summary: This is a continuation of the movie Before We Go and my interpretation and imagination of an A/U. Brooke is you (Y/N) and Nick is still Nick :)

Prompt: "Just admit that I'm right." for @the-ce-horniest-book-club Drunk Drabbles for Nick Vaughan.

Pairings: Nick Vaughan x Y/N

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: <2k...is this a drabble still? Oopsies XD

A/N: I watched this movie for the first time just last week. It's now one of my top 3 Cevans movies! While I'm all for a romantic, serendipitous, spontaneous trope...much like Before Sunrise *no spoilers*, the ending was great, but I wanted a different spin. No pressure...yah, right! Either way, hope you enjoy xx.

Tags: @thesecretlifeofdaydreamss @tonystankschild @a-little-counter-esperanto

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You sniff and rub the end of your coat sleeve with your nose. Had to be the chill in the air, you thought. Not the fact that you just spent the most amazing and life changing night with a man you just met hours before and it was ending.

You stare out the train’s window; the gentle hum of the cart gliding across the steel tracks echoed in your thoughts. You shook your head in thinking that you made a mistake. I should have stayed...I should have told him how I felt…

“Nick. It's you again. Listen. I want to give you one more piece of advice. You're gonna be playing one night... Grand Central... thinking of every reason in the world to not go see the girl that broke your heart. Then, you're gonna meet somebody. And now, at first, she's gonna seem… icy. You're gonna know right away she's trouble. She's gonna take all your money. You're probably gonna get punched in the face. But stay with her; you're gonna need her a lot more than she needs you. And at the end of the night, you're gonna want to say some things, but don't. Don't ruin it. It's nothing she doesn't already know. Just give her a kiss. Wish her good luck. And thank her. Thank her for showing you that you can love more than one person in this life.”

He was unbelievably charming. You said so yourself. His raw talent with the trumpet was beautiful and different from what you were used to. The suburbia of the Boston bubble was what you were forced to live in now. You were from London, you were cultured and refined. Sure things with Michael were exciting at first, but the ho hum of the daily diatribe of routine became loathsome. Dépaysement. But you still never wavered in your marriage. Unlike Michael who had crossed that sacred line and lost your trust. It wasn't even fully the physical aspect that he went to another woman. It was the intimacy of telling her his deepest desires and then some that hurt the most. That he would want to share that with anyone else but you. But tonight. Tonight was what made you see clearly.

"It's possible, isn't it? It's possible that you could meet somebody who's perfect for you even though you're committed to somebody else," you asked as you bit your lip.

"No, no, see, I think if you're committed to somebody, you don't allow yourself to find perfection in someone else."

You found yourself blushing and cupping your cheek in thoughts of Nick. He was right. The whole night was a cluster mess of you trying to get home before Michael so you'd be able to throw away that wretched note. That he'd come to his senses and forget Linny. That he'd realized he was a fool and you'd start over. Just like old times.

However, slowly that feeling of reconciliation faded away little by little as each hour in the city passed. You couldn't pinpoint it exactly, but somehow the scrappy trumpet player Nick Vaughan etched his way into your icy heart and left an impression and stayed.

His fluffy, dark hair - so soft and inviting for you to rake your fingers through it was enough to drive you mad. His scruffy beard, which tickled when you kissed. You already loved ghosting your palms over it softly and imagined being able to do it whenever you wished. He said earlier into the night you weren't his type; you scoffed, but we're annoyed that it bothered you. You were a classic model of what guys were into, looks wise. Sure, your attitude was what rubbed some people the wrong way, but Americans really were too sensitive.

He however...he was the full package. Every toothy grin, wink, and full hearty laugh. He was addicting. He was a dead ringer for a heartthrob, but you also couldn't hate the guy for it. He was the friend you'd call to bail you out of jail at 4am and the boyfriend that you could see settling down with. It was nauseating really.

And then his lips. His soft lips...you can’t believe you kissed him in the hotel room. And then again at the train station. But you would have kicked yourself for not doing so in the first place. The way your fingers interlaced themselves on his terry cloth robe, how desperately you wanted to press your body against his. All you wanted was for him to feel that burning need within the apex between your thighs and extinguish it all night. But it was more than that, he was what you were missing. But you were kidding yourself. You weren’t running to Michael, you were running away from Nick.

But why? Because of the unknown? Because he actually knew who you were deep down inside? How could a man you barely knew, change you? Change what you thought was true, what you thought was love?

You dove your hand into your wool jacket’s pockets to push any thoughts of self-doubt, when you realize there was a piece of cardstock. You were puzzled to find it and immediately smiled in recognizing the hotel survey card. You bit your lip as you read down the survey questions one by one and notice Nick’s handwriting at the bottom, ‘turn over’ with an arrow.

Curious you turn over the hotel card and he’s written the word ‘yes’. Yes? You furrow your brow and contemplate further what he would be saying yes to. You think about the night - the time at the bar, helping him with Hannah, when you went to the psychic reading. Yes? What in the world - and then you turn the card back over and realize that on the second to last question it asked “Will you be likely to return?”

None of the boxes are checked, but he’d written ‘yes’ on the back. Yes. Yes he’ll return? Where? To the hotel? But when? You look up and rush to think about stopping the train dead in its tracks to return back to Grand Station. You breathe out heavily and come to terms that this isn’t a movie. He’s not chasing you down the tracks, jumping on the train to find you. Or is he? You wouldn’t put it past him. The whole night was filled with serendipitous concourses, this would be icing on the cake. You dart your head around to see if he’s in the cable car. It’s like in every rom com movie ending, the man of your dreams will be right there. He’s somehow charmed his way into boarding the train and found you waiting like a princess in her high tower. The train car is dark and bleak, only a few passengers are riding it as it’s the first route to Boston on a Sunday. You peer over to see if he’s in the next cart, but alas he is not. You slump in your seat and rub your thumb methodically over his words.

"Have you ever had a feeling that somebody was going to play a major part in your life?” you ask.

“Yeah."

“Do you know the most interesting thing about hotel art? It's what's on the back.”

It’s then you realize you have to return to New York. This story wasn’t about you and Michael anymore. No, it was about the man who selflessly helped you while you were in need, not only at your dire hour, but metaphorically as well. This was meant to be. You were meant to miss your train, break your phone, and meet the handsome man named Nick Vaughn. You knew he’d still be in the city because of his audition for the day with Duke at least, if you could just get to him somehow...

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Your knees bounced as you sat on a cushioned chair in the hotel lobby. You had planned to wait there all day, but then realized the $13 train ticket was your only way of providing you security back home. So you went home. Confronted Michael. Cursed, cried, and then relief rushed over you as he had read your letter and how you knew about the affair. How you wanted to throw fists on his chest and tell him how much you hated him. But once you saw him, you found it didn't matter to you anymore. Someone else was worth fighting for. Your marriage was over. The hatred and spite you once had for your husband had dissipated. Your world didn't end like you thought it would. This wasn't your only chance at love. You were choosing to be happy, whether it was with Nick or not. This was the first time you were going to jump without having a net.

And Nick was wrong. Michael didn't want to work things out, he was coming to tell you that he loved you, but that and he'd be returning to Atlanta for good. The house, car, everything was yours: Nick said so himself, you gotta be okay with not being okay. So you walked away. You made the choice just like the psychic said and took it in stride, you faced the music.

However now you found yourself back in New York. Not the once stranded woman at a crossroads less than 24 hours before, but the woman that made a choice. You were worried that Nick would see it as you running away again. Running away because Michael didn't choose you. But in reality you didn't choose each other.

Still without an ID, you took your car and better against the four hour drive to the city and hoped a cop wouldn't pull you over. You thought of the night in the hotel. The laughs, the closeness you two encountered. The playful and cheeky way he could make you feel seen. You were starting to get nervous, what if he doesn't show up? What if I missed my chance?

"I'm an idiot," you murmur to yourself. "I can't believe I'm here."

You stand up and realize there Nick was there in your path. He looked a little worn, obviously from staying up all night. But he had changed and showered from the looks of it, and his signature trumpet case held in his hand.

"Well look who it is. The biggest loser in New York."

You laughed and blushed at the sight of him. He slung his trumpet case over his broad shoulder and walked over to close the gap.

“Just admit that I’m right.”

"Admit what?" You ask as you find yourself touching his jacket sleeve.

"Admit that you couldn't get enough of me." You hitched a breath from his words.

"You can say that."

"I can't believe you came back," he responded. His blue eyes gazed into yours as he brushed away a tendril of hair from your face.

"I read your answer to the survey...on the back."

"The stay did exceed my expectations and I did say I would return," he smiles.

"And here you are."

"Here I am…" he pulls away slightly as he's reminded that you're married.

"I jumped," you replied.

He's taken back by your statement and furrows his brow.

"What? With what?"

"I told Michael it was over."

"Wow. I'm so...sorry, Y/N."

"Don't be. You said so yourself, at some point it was time to face the music."

He nodded, absorbing the information.

"Say what's in your head."

He shook his head and grinned,"I'm just glad you came back is all."

"Yeah? How'd you know?"

"I didn't. Just sure as hell hoped you would."

He intertwines your fingers with his and holds tight. Like a missing puzzle piece found, your hand fits perfectly with his.

"Whaddya say we get out of here?"

"What do you have in mind?"

"I may know a place," he smiles devilishly and gives your knuckles a kiss.

You grab his dress shirt collar and turn him towards you. He runs his hands through your hair and places his lips upon yours, kissing you deeply. It's a kiss so passionate, so perfect - that after you part, neither open your eyes for a few moments afterwards and he embraces you tightly.

"Good, because I'm not going anywhere."

[myriadimagines]

Hey could you please do number 45 & 47 with a girl from the avengers? She/her pronouns. I'm a hufflepuff I love to get to know people only problem is that I'm very shy. I'd like to visit so many countries &learn about the culture. I've got blue eyes. I love to braid my hair but most of the time it doesn't look so good if I try haha. I love the colour silver. I'd like to dress more extraordinary only thing is I'm too shy to actually do it. I think you would look really cute with quicksilver!

Characters: Reader x Wanda MaximoffWarnings: Violence and injuryPrompts: 45: “Give me your shirt.” 47: “You’re bleeding!” Word Count: 447A/N: Thank you so much for the ship :’) And the thinking about dressing up but being too shy is relatable, there are so many more things I’d wear if I was confident enough :)) But anyway, I hope you like your drabble! For some reason I spent so long trying to figure out where to set this and I wrote one drabble then completely deleted it god why is this so hard.

NOT TAKING ANYMORE REQUESTS!

When you had agreed to undergo the experiments to gain superpowers, you didn’t know what to expect. You were exposed to a mysterious energy the scientists called the Scepter. Most of the individuals you went into the lab with didn’t survive, but you, along with two others, survived. 

You were locked in cells alongside the two others, who you’d come to discover were twins. There was a girl, Wanda, and a boy, Pietro. Wanda had gained telekinesis – along with other powers – while Pietro had developed superspeed. Although your powers didn’t manifest as quickly as the twins, you soon realised you had developed ice powers. 

Although the three of you weren’t allowed to interact much, seeing as you were kept in your cells to be observed most of the time, you found yourself drawn to Wanda. There was a tiny crack in between your cells, and the two of you would often spend hours talking to one another, learning about each others lives. 

When the Avengers attacked the base you were in, the power went out briefly, allowing the three of you to escape from your cells. Pietro rushed outside while you and Wanda remained in the base, carefully navigating your way. The two of you turned the corner, suddenly seeing Captain America, and before Wanda could stop you, you lunged forward, using your powers against him. The Maximoff twins’ hatred for the Avengers had slowly rub off on you, and you sought revenge as much as they did.

Steve was quick to block your icicles with his shield, angling it so that the icicles reflected off his shield and hit you instead. You cringed in pain as one of them stabbed your forearm, and before Steve could apprehend you, Wanda used her powers to throw him down a nearby staircase. 

Pietro appeared again, grabbing you and Wanda before rushing the two of you to a safe place in the woods. Wanda crouched by you, her eyes widened in alarm as you pulled off your jacket, revealing your wound.

“You’re bleeding!” she gasped as you pulled your jacket back on and tried to stand. Her eyes glowed with anger as she looked over her shoulder and muttered, “I will destroy them all-”

“No.” you grabbed her hand firmly. “Not now, we’re not ready. The time will come.” 

You could see the confliction in Wanda’s face, before she reluctantly nodded. Turning to Pietro, she suddenly demanded, “Give me your shirt.”

Pietro frowned, but he eventually obliged. Wanda tightly wrapped his shirt around your wound in an effort to stop the bleeding, before helping you to your feet, her arm around your shoulders as she said, “Let’s get somewhere safe.”

[theteapotofdoom]

Uh, hello its me again, the anon who sent in the 'shigs and dabi adopt a kid' scenario, i'm sorry i keep sending in asks but your headcannons are too good i love them

Ah! Hello!! Don’t worry it’s all good! I love rambling about the boys and their crew I love them so much!!! And it’s never too late to ramble about father’s day!!! :D

This would be so cute!!! I can imagine the child wanting to make the best gift ever and dragging the rest of the league into it and becomes this big conspiracy happening behind Tomura and Dabi’s back. Fortunately, as I’ve said it many times, these boys are very very dumb.

I think at the end of the day the child would probably still something for them, and they would both be so fucking proud like “our good evil evil child … growing up so fast …”. Maybe they would try to bake something as well but this part couldn’t be hidden, because it would be absolute chaos in the kitchen and the boys maybe dumb but they are not blind. The only solution would be to send them on a date. Even if they’re still in the house with everyone, once they’re on “date mode” they only look at each other and only hear each other like the nerds they are, and the league could pretty much destroy the kitchen they wouldn’t blink.

And @inkstainsandpaint had this great idea about a child that turns gold everything they touch and that’s so great! (You can see them here!) So I can see this child creating something for them with a lot and stolen object turned to gold, creating a sort sculpture … And it doesn’t matter if it’s objectively hideous or not, because no matter what, Tomura and Dabi will love it and they will cry!

To expend a little, allow me to sprinkle some angst once more … Dabi and Tomura didn’t have the best father themselves so I assume that until now, father’s day was not a great day for them, as it could easily bring back some terrible memories for the two of them. It’s a day they usually spend locked inside so they don’t have to see all of these “happy father’s day” poster everywhere …

But suddenly, there is this smol child looking at them with wide happy eyes and goofy smile calling them dads, and baking a cake for them and offering them gifts and telling them of much they love them … And suddenly father’s day isn’t so bad anymore. It’s actually pretty great because it becomes a yearly reminder that they are not their fathers, that their fathers don’t affect them anymore, and that they can do better!!!

Also, I want to give a small mention to best dads Kurogiri and Mr. Compress who get a lot of love as well!!!! I have this headcanon that Tomura consider Kurogiri his dad now, and every year he takes the time to get something nice for him and to tell him that he loves him and it’s been twenty years but Kurogiri cries every single time!!!

I’m sorry, it wasn’t super long!!! D:

But it was fun to think about!!! :D

As for writing, it may sound silly, but the best advice I get give you is to just try it! I know it can be scary so you can practice a little if you’re not comfortable with posting yet, maybe with some prompts or just drabbles. But keep in mind that writing, especially fanfiction is about having fun with characters you love! There are a lot of stories and a lot of readers out there! What you create is always sure to connect with some people! If you feel like you have a good story to tell go for it!!! And if you choose to do so let me know, I would love to check it! :D

(And don’t be afraid to be a little self-indulgent and to be inspired by other stuff, that’s the best way to begin! The first story I ever wrote was I sort of rip-off of the lord of the rings because I was 9 and had just seen the movies for the first time! And even today, what I’m writing right now, including Something Good, is very much inspired by other things!!!)

Thanks again for the lovely prompt, and good luck with your writing! :D

[vision-of-scarlet]

51 "I'm your husband. It's my job"

Prompt 51: “I’m your husband. It’s my job.”So this is the perfect piece to read if you’re still traumatized from Infinity War (which I guess is probably everyone), because it will be 99% fluff. It takes place on an alternate timeline where Thanos either doesn’t come at all/comes later on (I won’t get into explaining all that because this is drabble, not an actual story). ~~~Vision closed the door with care, as he always did when he got back so late at night. He and Wanda seemed to take the entire day every day for themselves, so when grocery shopping was necessary, he would do it at night after she’d gone to sleep. She had spent many hours teasing him and then laughing herself to tears at the thought of him shopping, but she admitted that he had pretty good taste in food. She’d even taught him how to properly make paprikash, and it quickly became his favorite dish to make. It made her happy. As he floated over the particular living room boards that he knew creaked, he mused over the past six months. It had been extremely busy in the most wonderful ways.First, he had proposed to Wanda. It was unusually extravagant for him, in front of all of the Avengers. It had taken an excessive amount of planning to get all of the rival heroes in the same area without having them see each other until the right moment. It was incredibly successful, however, and ended in a lot of tears and a lot of kissing. Due to a bit of a scare, something about someone named Thanos who was supposed to be showing up, they agreed to push the wedding forward to only two months after the proposal. The wedding went similarly to the proposal, except with many more tears and kisses, Vision attempting to dance somewhat successfully, and a fair bit of something else (I’ll let you guess what that might have been).They then decided to find a home to live in together. Rhodey somehow managed to convince Secretary Ross that the lovers being on their own wouldn’t be a problem, and Tony found a wonderful place for them in Edinburgh. They settled in and decided against a honeymoon so they could be available in case of an emergency.The next three months were full of them adjusting to their normal-ish life, with the occasional mission mixed in. Their relationship brought Cap and Stark’s teams closer together again, and the Sokovia Accords were revised and then abandoned (again, something about this Thanos guy being more important. It was a lot of Rhodey and the Secretary screaming at each other). Lastly, a mere month ago, Wanda and Vision had announced that, by some miracle, they were having not one child, but two twin boys.Vision smiled at this impossible life he was living. Barely three years ago, he was a newborn android, unsure if he even possessed emotions. Now, he was preparing for a family with the love of his life. It was, quite truly, a miracle.Shortly after placing the groceries on the counter, he heard a whimper coming from their bedroom. He phased through the door, a bad habit that no longer had the consequences it once did. The sight before him made his heart drop to the floor and shatter. His beautiful wife, the most perfect thing on Earth in his eyes, was swaddled messily in bedsheets, hugging her knees into a loose version of the fetal position. Her tears created a wet spot where her head lay. Upon seeing him, she jerked up and hurriedly strived to wipe away her running mascara.“Vis!” Her voice cracked as she spoke. “I thought you’d b-be out later.”For fear of his own voice cracking, all he could manage was a whisper. “Wanda, what… what’s wrong?” He didn’t know what else to say. He sat on the bed next to her and literally lifted her onto his lap. She didn’t resist, instead wrapping her arms around his torso and hiding her face in his chest. He placed his hands on her back and rubbed slow circles.“It’s nothing, Vision. Really, it’s just hormones.”He moved one hand under her chin, and tilted her face to look at his. She rarely let him see her crying. It was something that she would always be self conscious about. He took this time to study what she looked like in this state. She relaxed into him, his soothing stare softening hers in turn.“I don’t understand. You’re still so beautiful,” he murmured after a moment. Her brows furrowed in confusion before she burst into wet laughter.“I love you.”“I love you too.” He paused. “Will you answer my question?”She half-glared at him defeatedly. “It’s… Pietro. I still miss him.”He sighed, already having assumed that was what it would be. “Of course you do. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t be human.”“I don’t want to miss him anymore. It hurts too much.”Vision wanted to tell her that it hurt him, too. Seeing her like this was some kind of mental torture method. “I’ve done an extensive amount of research on the subject of mourning.” She shook her head as she slightly smiled. “I have concurred that although the feeling of loss will never fully dissipate, it will lessen over time until you barely feel it. You must simply be patient and strong.”“Vision—““Wanda. You must be strong. You have it in you, I know you do, but you must allow yourself to be strong. For him. And for the future,” he said as he brushed her stomach. “The future which is nearly upon us.”“We still have eight months to go, Vis,” she corrected, but he could tell the mention of their children had immediately lifted her spirits. “God, you’re so good at this.” She put her arms around his neck to pull her face up to meet his, and they shared a long, loving kiss. When they parted, she looked questioningly at his face. “Why do you bother?”He tilted his head, confused.“Why bother comforting me?”“I’m you husband. It’s my job. And, also, I suppose I love you. Just a little.”She laughed and kissed his fingers as he moved his thumbs to wipe her tears away, and they melded into another perfect embrace.

[iggytheperson]

14, digimon - I KNOW I'm going to like it :D

[Send me a number prompt and I’ll write a drabble]

#14 “We’re in love with the same person. Friendships have been built on less common ground.”

1,300 words, under the cut

Miyako’s plan had seemed perfect at the time. Make chocolates for Ken, go to Tamachi after school the day before Valentine’s, drop the chocolates off in his shoe locker. Ken would’ve already gone home. Anyone still in the school would be working or doing club activities. She could get in and out undetected.

 But what she hadn’t expected was to turn into Ken’s row, and find Daisuke. Holding a red and pink box in his hands. Putting that box into Ken’s locker

.It was so entirely unexpected that she ended up dropping her own box. Which had the effect of causing Daisuke to notice her. 

 The second Daisuke made eye contact with her, she snapped out of her stupor and took off running. She didn’t stop until she was on the train back home. She also didn’t realize that she’d abandoned her homemade chocolates, either. It was disappointing to think that all her effort would go to waste, but there was no way in hell she was going back for them now.

She’s lying in bed about an hour later, contemplating what the hell she should do, when her sister yells that she has a guest. She hopes to god that it’s not Daisuke. A few seconds later, there’s a knock on her bedroom door.

 “Miyako? Can I come in?” It’s Daisuke.

She doesn’t answer, hoping maybe by some miracle he’ll go away. She should’ve expected that he’d barge into her room without waiting for an answer anyways. 

“What do you want.” She snaps, not bothering up to get up and actually look at her visitor. 

 “Well, I thought you’d be worried about your chocolates. I don’t know when you noticed that you dropped them, so I figured I’d just tell you that I put them in Ken’s locker for you.” He says nonchalantly. 

That gets Miyako’s attention. She sits up and stares at him.

“You…put them in Ken’s locker?” She asks in disbelief.

“Yeah, they were for Ken, weren’t they? I mean, his name was on them.” Daisuke says almost nervously. What the heck? 

“I mean yeah, but…weren’t those chocolates that you had for Ken too?” She asks dumbly.

“Yup!” Daisuke responds cheerfully. 

 “So you…have a crush on Ken?” Miyako continues.

“Yup!” Daisuke says again. 

“…Do you not get that the reason I was giving him chocolates was because I like him too?” Miyako questions. She doubts that Daisuke could possibly be that dumb, but it’s the only thing she can think of to explain Daisuke’s behavior.

“What? Of course I understood that! How dumb do you think I am?” Daisuke cries indignantly. 

“Trust me, Daisuke. You don’t want to know.” She replies. Daisuke moans and dejectedly flops face first onto her bed, whining into the sheets. Miyako rolls her eyes and laughs at him. But then she remembers how weird he’s being and stops. 

 “…So you…aren’t upset that I like Ken?” She asks, still dumbfounded. Daisuke looks up at her with pure confusion on his face. 

 “Why would I be upset? You’re weird, Miyako.” He says decidedly.

“Weird? You’re the one who’s being weird! You seriously don’t hate me now or anything!?” She shouts disbelievingly. 

Daisuke looks even more confused.“Why would I hate you!?” He cries, sounding incredibly distressed. 

“Because…because!” Miyako stumbles, trying to come up with what should’ve been an obvious answer. “This makes us like…love rivals now, or something.” Is what she eventually comes up with. Daisuke stares at her slack jawed for a few seconds before abruptly bursting into laughter.

“What!? W-what’s so funny!?” Miyako stutters in embarrassment.

 “Oh my god that’s so stupid!” He chuckles.

 “No it’s not!” Miyako retorts weakly. He bursts out laughing even harder. 

 “Yes it is! You think I’d hate you for being in love with Ken!? What kind of sense does that make!? I’m in love with him too, weirdo!” Daisuke mocks.

 “And that makes us like, in competition or something, right!? Aren’t you upset about that at all!?” She yells. 

 “God no! You’re like, the one person I’d want to be competing with!” Daisuke says with a big dopey grin on his face. Miyako finds herself even more confused.

 “…What? Why?” She asks dumbly.

 “Why wouldn’t I want you as my rival? Even if I lose, my best friend is going to have someone great as his girlfriend, so I’ll still be happy! That’s like, the best possible thing!” 

“You…wouldn’t be mad at me for stealing him from you or something?” Miyako asks hesitantly.

“Pfffffttahahaha! No way, that’s dumb! If he likes you, then he likes you, that’s not stealing him from me. Sure, I’d be sad, but I’m not going to go around blaming you for making yourself happy! I’m not 11 anymore, jeez. I’m capable of growing up, y’know…” He says, jokingly pretending to be offended.

“So you’re not going to be mad if I end up with Ken?”

“Nope! The only way you’re going to make me mad is if you win and then you break his heart. And if that happens then I think that as his best friend, I’m legally allowed to murder you.”

“I’ll keep that in mind then.”

“So, you think I’m great?” She asks out of the blue one day. She doesn’t know why she hadn’t thought about it at the time, but now that she thinks about it that’s actually kind of weird.

“Yeah! I mean, you are kinda mean sometimes, but I probably deserve at least some of that…But you’re like, super smart and confident and cool and stuff! You’re totally great!” He declares.

“Gee, thanks!” She laughs.

“…And for what it’s worth, I think you’re pretty great too.”

“So Ken, are you into any girls?” Daisuke pries in the middles of a group picnic. Ken’s face goes red and he buries his head in his knees.

“Oh, there totally is, isn’t there? Do we know her? Is it one of us? Miyako?” Daisuke asks, jokingly poking at him. Miyako tries to wrap her head around what the heck Daisuke is trying to pull as Ken attempts to sink into the ground. But she’s not one to miss an opportunity.

“What’cha hiding your face for, Kenny? Is my beauty just to much for you to handle?” She asks, striking a pose and getting a glare.

“You wound me, Ken!” She laughs. “What, you don’t think I’m pretty?”

“I-It’s not like that! Don’t put words in my mouth, Miyako!” Ken says in distress.

“Then what’s up? Oh, oh, could it be that it’s a guuuuy?” She asks, getting a small, overjoyed thumbs up from Daisuke.

“W-what!?” Ken sputters as he turns into bright red tomato.

“Oh, I totally hit the jackpot, didn’t I?” She says as a gigantic grin grows on her face. For some reason the prospect doesn’t break her heart at all. Weird.

“Shut up Miyako! Don’t make fun of me!” Ken snaps suddenly. He’s clearly just embarrassed, but Miyako can’t help but notice that Daisuke looks kind of shaken.

“He didn’t mean it like that, Daisuke. He was just flustered.” She assures him later.

“You don’t know that…” He mutters.

“Nope! I don’t! But you don’t know that I’m not right, either! Stop sulking, it doesn’t suit you!” She says, grabbing him by the chin and forcing him to look up. 

“And besides, you aren’t allowed to just give up! That would be the most disappointing way to win ever!”

“How did you learn how to paint nails so well?”

“Jun taught me.”

“That’s a miracle if I’ve ever heard of one.”

“Oh shush. Now hold still and tell me how that plan of yours went.”

“He didn’t notice even a little bit. God, we fell in love with an idiot.”

“We sure did.”

“It’s so weird that we’re friends because of this, y’know? This is like, the exact opposite of what tv always said would happen.”

“We’re in love with the same person. Friendships have been built on less common ground.”

[fiftyeightminutes]

I've never prompted someone before but I'm addicted to your fics, so here goes: Kalagang (of course), Wolfgang gets really drunk and Kala cares for him while he's trashed and during the ensuing hangover. Please?

okay wow first off the idea that someone can be addicted to my writing is like…mind-boggling for me.  thank you so much.

also damn this isn’t even a drabble anymore this got really long for no other reason than for some reason felix showed up?  so uh i hope you enjoy!  set in a vague whispersless future again because fuck whispers lol.

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When Felix asks Kala to be his and Wolfgang’s designateddriver that night, Kala doesn’t mind saying yes.  On the contrary, there’s a part of her thatfeels like this will be a chance for her to see Wolfgang in his naturalhabitat, so to speak.  It had taken thema long time, but they were finally free of Whispers.  Wolfgang and Felix hadn’t been out clubbingtogether since before BPO had taken Wolfgang, so Kala had never been with themin person.  Visiting and sharing were onething, but she knew it would be different to be there for real.  This was one of the only things Wolfgang usedto actually do for fun, so Kala wanted see it for herself.

Just because she won’t be drinking doesn’t mean she doesn’tplan to have fun, though.  While Wolfgangand Felix pregame in the kitchenette of Wolfgang’s flat, Kala gets dressed inthe bathroom.  She puts on a bright bluesequined dress, hoping to herself she’s not going overboard.

All doubts are washed from her mind, though, when she walksout where the men can see her.  Felixjust stops mid-sentence.  (He’s neverreally seen her outside of grungy warehouses before.)  Wolfgang puts the shot he was about to takedown on the counter and walks over to her, wrapping an arm around Kala’swaist.  She looks at him, and throughtheir connection she feels his unspoken question.  May I?  Instead of answering, she leans up and giveshim a chaste kiss.  When she pulls back,Wolfgang is grinning.  “Wow,” is all hesays.

Kala smiles, then pulls back and gives him a on his back,lightly pushing him back toward the kitchen counter.  “Go finish up, I’m ready to go whenever youtwo are.”  She looks up at Felix, whofinally closes his mouth and pours himself another shot.  Wolfgang walks back over and the two raisetheir glasses together before downing the vodka.

“Ready,” Wolfgang says the moment his glass is back on thecounter.  Kala nods and grabs her purse.

It doesn’t take long for Felix to get over himself, and withthe burn of alcohol at the back of his throat he begins talking again.  They mostly listen as he tells Kala all aboutthe club they’re going to, explaining it while Wolfgang locks up the flatbehind him and they walk down toward the car. Through the psycellium, Kala can feel Wolfgang’s buzz.  It doesn’t impair her driving in any way, butshe feels warm and happy.

Once they arrive at the club, Felix practically runs in,excitement flowing out of him.  (Wolfgangfeels so much affection for his brother in that moment, and through him Kaladoes as well.)  Hand in hand, Wolfgang guidesKala through the entrance.  The bouncersall look surprised to see him after so long, but greet familiarlynonetheless.  They nod Kala, Wolfgang,and Felix through.  And before she knowsit, Kala is being whisked over to the bar so Felix can order he and Wolfgangmore drinks.  She just gets a water andtoasts them with a smile as they down their beers.

A few more drinks later, and the two men are thoroughlydrunk.  Both of their faces are red andsweating, and they both laugh too loudly at one of Felix’s jokes.  A particularly catchy song comes on, andFelix yells, “Wolfie, remember this one?” over the music.

Wolfgang laughs and gets up. “Was this the one you were dancing to when you met that girl, Angela?”

Felix nods enthusiastically. “God, that was a great night,” he says, and then he is pulling Wolfgangonto the floor to dance.  “Let’s make itanother!”

Wolfgang resists for a moment, waiting until Kala gets up tofollow.  This isn’t the kind of music sheis used to dancing to at home, but she allows Wolfgang’s pleasant drunkconfidence to flow into her and moves to the beat.  Wolfgang and Felix are dancing too, theirintoxicated movements more erratic.  It’snot long before they’re all sweaty messes and Wolfgang is pulling off hist-shirt.  Kala takes a moment toappreciate the sight before forcing herself to look up from his chest.  They’re in public, after all.

Wolfgang, who lacks such inhibitions even when sober, doesn’tmiss the Kala’s reaction.  He raises aneyebrow as if to say, Like what you see?  Kala just laughs and grabs him by the hips,making him dance again with her.

A few songs later and Felix gets bored, so back to the barthey go.  Kala’s losing track of how manydrinks he and Wolfgang have had each, but she figures they’re the experts andone more can’t hurt.  Until one moreturns into two, and two into three, and wow even Kala’s starting to feel a bittipsy with how much Wolfgang has had to drink.

Kala leans forward, putting a hand on Wolfgang’sforearm.  And to his credit, even in hisdrunken state he still turns to her instantly with concern in his eyes.  “What’s wrong?” he asks.

She giggles, then leans forward and says in his ear, “Nothingyet, but if you keep drinking like that I’m not going to be able to drive ushome.”

And maybe he’s drunker than she thought, because his eyeslight up like he hadn’t even considered that might be a problem now that theywere this close to each other.  ThenWolfgang laughs too and leans over to Felix. “Hey, man, we gotta go.”

“What?” Felix cries loudly. “But the night’s just getting started!” Kala laughs again at that, considering how slurred Felix’s words arewhen he says it.

Wolfgang shakes his head, but he’s still grinning at hisbest friend.  “Kala’s, ah, getting a bitof a contact high,” he says, trying his best to explain without giving thingsaway to anyone who might happen to be listening.

Felix looks confused at first, but then it clicks and hegoes, “Right.  Riiiight.  Your thing.”

Wolfgang snorts and stands up.  He picks Felix up and wraps the other man’sarm around his shoulders to support his weight. Kala leads the way out of the club, but it’s slow going for the othertwo.  Wolfgang’s not much steadier thanhis brother.  (Kala wonders if maybetheir tolerance went down after so much time away from the club scene.)  She manages to corral them out of thebuilding and back into the car.  Felixcrashes into the back seat, lying down as soon as he gets there.  Wolfgang slides into the passenger seatclumsily, the alcohol removing his usual grace. Kala can’t help but find it endearing.

In the end, Felix declares himself too drunk to go homealone that night, so she drives straight back to Wolfgang’s apartment building.  Kala helps them both up the steps, Felixleaning on her as Wolfgang fumbles with his keys for a moment.  When the door is finally open, both of themstumble through the door.  Felixunceremoniously flops onto the couch.

“Wolfie?” he says, voice muffled by the cushions.

“Yeah?” Wolfgang says from the other side of the studioapartment, where he’s laid on his back on the bed.

“I think we lost our touch,” Felix replies, soundingdisappointed.

Wolfgang and Kala both laugh at that.  As the men take off their jackets and shoesto get comfortable, Kala walks to the kitchenette to get them both glasses ofwater.  She sets one down on the coffeetable by Felix, then walks over to the bed and hands the other toWolfgang.  He gives her a smile beforetaking a couple sips of water.  He putsthe glass down on his side table after that, and Kala shakes her head.

“You’re really going to want to have more water than that,”she teases.

Wolfgang rolls his eyes and obediently picks back up theglass of water.  She sits with him untilhe finishes it, then gets up to take off her own shoes and change intosomething she can sleep in.

—

The next morning, Kala is the first one awake.  That in and of itself is a bit weird.  Wolfgang is usually up early in the mornings,eager to have his first cigarette and start exercising.  She shrugs it off and gets up, drawing thecurtains after she’s gotten dressed.

From the bed, she hears Wolfgang moan.  (And then she feels his migraine and deargod, how much did he end up drinking last night?)  Kala closes the curtains quickly.  “Sorry,” she says softly.  She walks over to the bedside table and picksup Wolfgang’s glass from last night.  Shegoes to the sink and gets him a glass of water, then wanders over to hisbathroom to find the ibuprofen.

He’s not exactly responsive when she returns.

“Here, take this.  You’llfeel better,” Kala says gently.

Wolfgang groans again, but slowly forces himself to getup.  She winces as his head throbs.  “Sorry,” he says as he accepts her offering.

Kala shakes her head. “Any time,” she replies.  And hecan tell she means it.

[princeofvelvet]

Choicest 45 where they just reunited (I don't know why I'm in anonymous u know who this is lol)

Send me a number and a ship for a quick drabble

45. I miss you (and lol we both misread the prompt and so this happened. It was a lot of fun tho. Hope u enjoy!!)

--Saeyoung--

To say he was exhausted would be an understatement. All the emotions that he hadn't yet managed to process flooding through his body, draining his energy.  

It's the first breath of air after being underwater for so long. He hadn't recovered completely. But at least he was out of the water. They had what felt like an eternity ahead of them. And yet it wasn't enough. 

It would never be enough for the time he wanted to spend with his brother.    

He almost didn't want to go to sleep. The prospect of waking up and not seeing Saeran there scared him like nothing before. That Saeran would tell him You haven't saved me, brother. You broke your promise. Before opening his eyes and realizing he was back in his car or some cheap motel.  

No. Anything but that.

---  

Though Saeyoung made the offer of taking the couch himself, he ended up in bed with Saeran. It felt natural, though so foreign. Almost as if this is how it was always meant to be.  

Pressing small pecks on his face, like he couldn’t get enough of the softness of his brother's skin, and holding him in his arms, he relished in the mere fumbling of limbs under the covers, The heat beneath them was not suffocating like other times. Perhaps he was simply too happy to care.

He was tired, eyes quickly becoming heavy as soon as they were comfortable in bed.  

He's not quite sure at what point he lost consciousness. He knows at some point in the night he became aware of the world around him, of his body, of the body next to him, of its warmth...

Saeyoung had at least a certain level of knowledge of what was acceptable to do between brothers and what wasn't.

Some things simply couldn't be avoided though. Like slowly regaining consciousness to realize your erection is pressing against someone who just so happens to be your brother.  

Fingernails dig into his back and he has to suppress a jolt to avoid waking his brother up. The sensation travelling straight to his dick, twitching with the pressure between them whenever Saeran got closer. He probably didn't even realize it himself. How could Saeyoung ever attempt to move him when he was so peaceful—?

His brother's breathing had become erratic. Was he having a nightmare?  

"Saeran? Are you awake?" Leaning forward to bury his nose is Saeran's hair, he listened for an answer. All he got were more uneven gasps. His hands carefully left Saeran's back to find his face, his fingers becoming wet after coming in contact with his cheeks.  

"Saeran?" He did push him this time, just enough to lift his face by his chin. His heart starting to race. 

"Yes. I'm awake." Said Saeran, moving his face away from Saeyoung's hold, immediately burying it back into Saeyoung's chest. "I can't sleep."

He wanted to hold him tighter. Tell him it was all fine, and he was there with him. 

He couldn't do any of that when another thought crossed his mind. His brother had been awake all this time, pressed against him, feeling every stir in Saeyoung’s body. He tried to ignore it now that his boner had gone down, and close his eyes.  

He doesn't know how long he spent trying to fall back asleep, and how much of that he spent actually sleeping. The sensations from his dreams mixing together with real ones, his brother's breath on the crook of his neck, a voice calling his name, and his hands... where were his hands? He could feel smooth skin twitching whenever he curled his fingers.  

In response, the hands on his back clutched his shirt, another breath hit his collarbone, followed by a pair of lips pressing a wet kiss under his Adam's apple.  

He tried to ignore how good it felt, because he came to the realization this was no longer a dream. And for almost a second he wished it were. The same lips that were kissing him now blew air into the wet spot on his neck. Saeyoung couldn't hold back a gasp in response, his head tilting back.  

"We can't." He came back to his senses, grabbing Saeran by the shoulders to stop him. To his surprise, he put almost no resistance, making it easy for Saeyoung to press him against the bed and get on top of him.

He could barely make out his brother's silhouette in the dark. He recognized him by touch only. He didn't know what expression he was making, but he imagined him blushing, avoiding his gaze, trying to control his breathing.

Even though he was the one who stopped it, he wanted to give his brother what he wanted. What they both wanted. More than anything else in the entire world. They didn't need looks. Much less words.

"If we cross this line..." Instead of finishing his sentence, Saeyoung ran his tongue across his lips. Saeran mimicked him. It was easy for him to read what his next words were going to be.  

"I know."  

"Do you also know what we're doing is wrong?"  

"I do." Saeran took the opportunity to roll his hips into Saeyoung, seeing as he still had all of his weight pressed against his middle.  Relishing in the pleased sigh his actions elicited.

"Then stop me."   Saeyoung hooked an arm around Saeran's waist, inching forward until they were exchanging body heat again. His free hand travelling up his body and reaching his face, hesitantly. His thumb feeling his cheek, lightly tracing his jawline.

"Are you stupid?"       

Yes.   

  "I will kill you before I let you do something I don't like."      

If this was a dream, he never wanted to wake up. His brother's skin was softer than his memories and dreams ever let on. And his touch elicited a response much sweeter. The real Saeran was much more ticklish, warm, alive.  Sweet noises escaping his lips whenever Saeyoung did something he liked. And Saeyoung was more than happy to repeat it, hoping to hear more of his brother's voice in his ear.  

He likes this Saeran better than any other.    

His breath mixing with Saeran's. There's no need for him to hurry. He got to explore the deepest parts of his brother's body. The ones even his mind couldn't dare to come up with.  

"Saeyoung..."  

Yes   

He takes this opportunity to learn all about Saeran through the touch of his lips. His face, his neck, his shoulders. Saeran raised his arms, as if he's about to wrap them around Saeyoung. Instead, he simply let them fall above his head, allowing his brother better access to his chest, his navel, his...  

   ---Saeran---

His mind went blank once his brother's lips close around one of his nipples. His teeth nibbling on the sensitive skin as if trying to leave a mark, without hurting him. Like he's scared Saeran could break at any second. And he just might.  

The thought is exciting. Even though he was just laying motionless, letting his brother do all the work, he knew Saeyoung was at his mercy. That it would only take one word...  

"Stop."  

Saeyoung's hands twitched. He lifted his gaze to meet with his brother's, questioning.  

"I won't let you do that to me." His body ached a little, but he still managed to lift his leg enough to push his brother, refusing to let himself be weak in front of Saeyoung. And if they were about to do something so wrong, he'd rather they do it his way.  

This time it's Saeran who got on top of him after Saeyoung fell on his back. Grinding on his brother's dick to let him know what he planned to do, he relished in the sigh escaping his brother's lips.

Soon, they had both started to feel pleasure. As he pushed their erections together, tingles ran across his body, every fiber of his being begging him to move faster. Get just a little bit closer. Give in completely and lose himself in the pleasure.

He also said nothing when his brother grabbed his hips, holding him in place so he could thrust into him with. He would have loved to tease Saeyoung about it, had he been in any better shape himself

Saeran couldn’t sit up straight anymore, his hands falling at either side of Saeyoung to hold his weight, better allowing his crotch to find contact. Pushing their underwear down, Saeyoung finally let skin touch skin, their precum mixing as their swelling cocks pressed against each other. A string of saliva falling from his lips. It's not enough. 

His hands wander under Saeyoung's shirt, exposing his chest. Allowing him access to drag his nails across tender skin. Likewise, Saeyoung's fingers knead his ass, bringing him as close to him as it was possible as his hips bucked upwards with the force necessary to push them both over the edge.  

His thighs begin to sting where Saeyoung's nails dug too hard. He imagined he’d done the same with his chest. It didn't matter. He let his entire weight fall on top of his brother. He was beyond exhausted, his mind spinning with the warmth spreading in his stomach.  

"I want to share everything with you from now on, Saeran."

"Saeyoung..." His voice came out in a whimper akin to sobs that get caught in his throat. Saeyoung was probably thinking how he looked like a little boy but fuck if he cared. They'd just done something unforgivable for fuck's sake. Gone past the point of no return. He couldn't stop his body from trembling. Saeyoung felt it, too. Not only were they close enough to share body temperature, his brother kept running his fingers along his back, in the most gentle and intimate way possible.  

His crying didn't stop until a few minutes later. Saeyoung kept quiet throughout. He didn't try to calm him down with words. Barely even with the touch of his hands. Instead, Saeran began to pay attention to his brother's heartbeat, his chest rising and falling beneath him, his breathing.  

And his arms, tightly wrapped around him the whole time. Even after he'd stopped, his brother didn't move an inch.  

"We'll carry the burden together."  

It was a promise Saeran almost didn't hear, his head had started to feel lighter. So much so he didn't notice as sleep overtook him, safe in his brother's arms.