#in short i really hope we get to see a full body silhouette tomorrow

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OK my friend brought up a very interesting point. Through what we've seen so far, everyone has something that lets Showfall control them remotely.

Sneeg with his hat, Charlie with his glasses

They don't seem to have wires that run through them like the workers. They do have wires, but they see very surface level, staying by the head.

But what about Ranboo? They are the only one we haven't seen so far, and although it is obviously the mask that controls him, how far do the wires go?? My friend suggested that there are wires throughout the whole body because we literally control him remotely. He is the vessel through which chat gets to play the game. He needs such detailed wiring because people all over the world are tuning in to watch and play. Not only that, but he seems to be the one that fights back the most. Sometimes Showfall literally had to use his own body to stop them from doing something.

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Never enough |Chuuya comfort x Reader

Angst and fluff time

Never enough |Chuuya comfort x Suicidal depressed Reader|

Warnings- mentions of Self-harm, heavy depression, suicide, lack of love for one's self. -I honestly wrote this as a self-comfort cause I needed something, so it really is triggering-

Word count- 1,700 words (roughly)

Life is a storm, full of calm eyes and rough winds that threaten to knock you over. Within life, there are ups and down; rough and soft moments in the storm. Tears are like rain, drizzling and pouring. There are light cries and heavy cries just like the sky. Happiness, fear, sadness, anger; emotions are weather. There are sunny days; happiness, thunderstorms; fear, rainy days; sadness, hurricanes; anger.

The clouds wept today. Wrapping around the moonlight, it hid the light. Water made heavy clinking noises against metal. The rush of cars swooshed against water as they sped by, the sound of a silent street followed. There were no voices, no couples, no people within eyesight or earshot. Today was a rainy day; a sad day. Tears fell in pattern with the falling water. Crimson dissipated within the water. Flowing down the roof the water washed it away. Clothing stuck, hair fell, eyes continued to look down.

You felt alone, afraid, disgusted, and angry with yourself and others. Your legs dangled off the edge of the roof. Listening to the music of sadness; a rainy night, you hummed. There was nobody else there with you, besides your thoughts you were alone. Though it was no surprise, it happened all the time.

People leave, people move one, people are not permanent. There is death in life; life in death. You pondered the meaning of such similes often. Running arms over your soaked clothes you choked on sobs. Letting out silent cries you shed the pain. Out of alcohol and still sober enough to feel you tossed the empty bottle to the roof entrance. It shattered to hundreds of pieces, adding sound to your cries. This isn't normal; to feel like this. You hated the things you’ve done, the job you could not back out from. You hated the way you looked. It didn’t matter what people said to you about being perfect the way you are. The small voices of people who put you down stood out. The ones that edge this crippling insecurity stuck out the most. They say the smallest flame can do more damage than the largest flame. It makes sense though, a large flame grows from the smallest flame. The large flames that start that size often take a while to do the same damage a building flame has done. Words worked like that; the smaller words that came from those close built into raging flames.

You shouted curses under your breath, looking to your lined arms, you choked back another sob. Why, why did you do these things? They were temporary freedoms from this pain but it never lasted; like drinking. Everybody needs a way to tell these feelings to fuck off, but at points, it doesn't work. Those thoughts cross the mind. The permanent solution to what they call a temporary problem. It isn’t always temporary, sure it goes at times to reveal the sun, but then it returns three-fold. It never leaves forever, they say it gets better, but sometimes it's hard to see that light at the end. Sometimes it's so far away it seems impossible to reach unless somebody else can help.

Everybody says it’s alright to be like this. Yet, they never help, they never offer up their hand to pull you out of the quicksand. They never attempt to push you forward in the tunnel. They stand, and they watch you break, until it’s suddenly benefiting for them to step in. Then, they dare to ask why you’re like this. It’s not a choice, it’s not something that can be so easily controlled. It’s a monster with its talons tearing into you.

So maybe, that’s why you did it. That’s why you inched closer and closer. Maybe that’s why you looked up and shut your eyes. Tapping fingers against the rooftop's edge. Humming tunes to try and steer your thought from doing the last resort. Just before the wrong decision could be made, you were grabbed and pulled back.

You felt so far from the world, nothing was clicking or connecting the dots. A harsh sting to your cheek brought your mind swirling back to the present. Noticing you were paying attention, the dark silhouette of a short male shouted words. “What were you thinking!” he hissed holding your shoulders with a firm grip.

“I… I don't know?” you mumbled feeling the tears swell in your eyes again.

“You don’t know? What the hell, I know we're all a little messed up but you can't…” it fell on him, his voice cutting out as he fell to his knees. His hands slid around you. Firmly holding you, he yanked your soaked body to his. His umbrella only hid your bodies from the wind with his ability. “How long, tell me how long.” his voice was breaking but still stern.

“I don’t know? Weeks, months, maybe years?” you don't move, afraid and cold, you could not meet his eyes. “Why do you care? You’ll just end up the same as everybody else. I��m worthless right? I mean, everybody leaves me alone. I don't fit beauty standards to perfection. Nobody would want me so, why not? Why not take the shortcut to happiness?” you were slapped again. It was light, but it stung enough to snap you from those thoughts again.

“Ya well think about somebody else! I don’t need two suicidal idiots! Having one to worry about is enough! Not that I worry about that mongrel! I do about you though, you’re my drinking partner. You’re the one who managed to get me to open up to being touched! I don’t hug or act... soft with anybody else! You don’t get to take that away! I don’t care what you look like, sound like, fuck, I don’t care about anything but what’s in there. In that fuckin heart! I am not a softy, you know I don’t say shit like this often but… you can’t do that! If you're miserable enough to really be willing to toss it all away, then you should talk to somebody!” his voice was panicked. Yes, he was being selfish. He knew that this wasn’t your fault, it wasn’t a feeling you could so easily overcome. Yet, here he was hoping that you would let him help you.

“I'm sorry! I’m so sorry! I just… I thought… wouldn’t it be better for everybody though? Sure you'd be sad at first but you'd forget about me!” Chuuya shook his head. Meeting your eyes with his clouded ocean ones. Tears fell, almost unnoticeable within the pouring rain.

“No, no I wouldn't! I wouldn't because I love you! I fell in love, I don't know how or when it… it just happened! Isn’t this enough? One person, am I not enough? If I had known I’d have held you to me, given you all the cuddles you ever needed!” he buried his face into the crook of your neck. He didn’t care if you felt the same or not at this point. He just needed to let you know somebody cared for you.

“Chuuya…” a light in the tunnel, it formed inside the tunnel.

It is, as they say, eventually you will meet that light. You will find meaning in your life. Something good will happen, then, all the people who put you here will be nothing but bad memories, and lingering ghosts of the past; You can move on. A light will come to you eventually, no matter how dark it seems, that light will show itself. In a friend, a relative, a job offer, an achievement. Those beads of light spread and eventually, they will pull you out enough to know true happiness.

When Chuuya looked worriedly to you, he was taken aback by your arms tossing around him. Your tears being muffled by his own lips. He kissed back before pulling away. Even if you still felt low you were slightly feeling better. Just knowing there was somebody to hold you like this was enough to curve the thoughts for a while.

He took his jacket and wrapped it around you, lifting you into his arms. He carried you to his penthouse, setting you down on the couch located in his bedroom. He looked around, finding one of his larger hoodies he tossed to you. He started hot chocolate as he waited for you to change. You’d probably be sick tomorrow, given it had been cold and you were drenched.

He carried the mug back to the couch, placing it down, he frowned. Walking to a closet, he pulled a small towel out. Rubbing it against your skull as you sniffled, he sighed. “Do you need anything else?” shaking your head, you grabbed his arm.

“Just… some cuddles?” he nodded holding you close, trying to warm your frigid body up. “Did you mean it? You'd really care if I…”

“Yeah, I did, is there a problem? I know it may not mean much. I know how depression works, at least a little bit. It’s not something that can be easily controlled. I just want you to know that you are perfect to me. If somebody ever tells you otherwise, I'll crush them to a pulp.” cracking a small smile, Chuuya's eyes lit up. “There we go, a small smile is a win. So you like me being all protective? Good, I’m a little territorial.”

Looking at him you nodded. “Yeah… okay.” you still sounded so sad.

“I'm serious! I’d squash even Mori if he insulted you in any way! You’re the most perfect thing I've ever seen and known! You're beautiful outside and inside, people are just jealous of how perfect you are.” he was trying to lift your spirits and it seemed to work a little.

“Can we just stay like this?” Chuuya nodded, letting you lean your head on his shoulder. He didn’t move even as you fell asleep.

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Hi, it's me again lol. I'm not very well, could you do one with Lost Boys, which the reader suffers with depression until one day she is about to try something to end the pain, but the boys find her and stop her plan? Something cute with them talking to her, hugs and they even decide to take her in. If you don't want to because it's too triggering, that's fine, I'll understand. I'm really sorry if it's bothersome, it's just that I needed some comfort with them and you write so well.

Oh no, I hope you feel better after reading this! I'm sorry it's so short!💛❤ and thanks for the compliments!

Why Did You Stop Me?

The Lost Boys x reader

Warnings: SUICIDAL THEMES, mention of death

Masterlist

A/n: this is the closest I will get to writing suicide (for future reference for others)

Wind tears around the four vampires as they race up the road, each thanking whatever God there is that their bodies don't get tired from exertion like this, though they use the same breath to curse them. Normally, they'd be much faster, using the air to get exactly where they need to be, but nature is playing a cruel trick on them today: a storm rages around Santa Carla, the wind and rain far too strong for flying to be of any real use. It does nothing to help the panic sparking through their systems, bodies tense as they push through the whirling haze of rain, eyes wide in terror. None of them, not Paul, not Marko, not Dwayne, not even David, can remember the last time they were as frightened, as helpless as they felt now.

Paul leads, his naturally leaner body moving faster than the others, though Dwayne is right on his tail, Marko and David bringing up the rear, their coats flying out behind them. None of them speak, each too focused on getting up the hill they've ridden up so many times, the stretch feeling longer than it ever has done. The sharp ridge of the bridge up ahead is already in view, the structure so familiar to them, a place they never thought would be used for anything except their own enjoyment. 

As they finally crest the top of the hill, a familiar figure comes into view, their silhouette almost invisible through the rainstorm as they stare down at the gaping drop below them. It's heartbreaking for the vampires to see this, the set to the figure's shoulders dejected, slumped and weak, something they've come to notice in past months, though they always tried to curb it. They tried all sorts: nights out on the Boardwalk, movie nights in their home, food dates, motorbike rides, everything. It had looked like it was working, like their efforts were making a change, but it was only tonight that they figured out it made no difference. The note they found at the cave had told them that their efforts were appreciated, but that, though they had tried, it wasn't enough. Not this time.

Their brains had gone blank as they tore from the hotel, forgetting their bikes as they started the long run to the bridge, where they knew she'd be waiting, ready to commit one last act.

Now, as they race out over the edge of the hill, they call out to her, Paul breaking into a sprint as he gets close. She looks over at them, eyes widening as she freezes in place, before she turns back to the drop, moving closer to the edge. 

Paul visibly strains to move faster, hair fanning out around his face as he leaps to catch (Y/n), who finally steps off of the edge. 

The others skid to a halt, screaming out to her as she starts to plummet to the black depths, hearts dropping in terror, their voices raw with pain and horror, pleading lacing their tones. David, Marko and Dwayne can only watch as Paul throws himself off after her, arms outstretched as he calls out to her, desperation driving him forwards. 

For a moment, there is no sound except the howling wind around them, the rain pelting the floor beating out a rhythm they don't pay any attention to, the three vampires frozen in place in terror. Genuine fear is etched into David's expression, his face more open and vulnerable than either Dwayne or Marko can recall it ever being, but then so are theirs. Stock still, they remain where they are, staring out over the empty crack in the ground, every particle within them being used to pray for (Y/n)'s survival and Paul's success. He'd always been a fast flyer, so he definitely stands a good choice of catching her.

Minutes pass, before Paul finally emerges back over the lip of the cliff, a body cradled in his arms. In the dark, the others can tell he's distraught, his eyes wide as he stares down at the girl in his grip, the limp figure curled into his chest. Instantly, the other three leap into the air, fighting the harsh winds as they move to crowd round their friend, anxious to know if (Y/n) is alright.

"She fainted...she's alive." Paul manages out, sounding breathless as he holds (Y/n) closer to him.

Relief floods them all, teary eyes closing as they thank whatever is out there that she's still with them, that she hasn't been taken away from them prematurely.

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It's a few hours later that (Y/n) finally comes to again, finding herself confused and disoriented as she wakes in a bed full of four other bodies, each curled around her. The feeling is comforting, but she can't help the small spark of disappointment that flares up within her as she realises she's still alive. Groaning, she leans her head back, surprised when it meets the hard ridge of someone's collarbone. She glances up, eyes widening in surprise as she sees David watching her, his piercing eyes softer than usual. The look instills a sense of security within her, and she glances around her again, taking in the other vampires holding her. Dwayne lies to David's right, his head on her shoulder, whilst Marko uses her stomach as a pillow, Paul lying between her legs, his head on one of her thighs. All of them are watching her, relief written into their features.

"You're awake." Paul murmurs, his warm blue eyes meeting her's.

Tired, she simply nods, somewhat unhappy with that fact. They notice this, and their grips tighten around her. All is silent for a long while, (Y/n) sinking back into the dark thoughts that spring unbidden to mind.

"Why did you stop me?" She finally asks, voice quiet and hoarse.

"Because none of us would be able to live without you, and you were trying to take yourself away far too early. We couldn't let you do that to yourself when you've got a whole life ahead of you." David says, reassuring her with the rhythmic rubbing of his hand over her arm, "We love you too much."

"But why? I'm not happy with who I am, I hate existing, and, apart from you guys, there is nothing left for me to live for!" She argues back, frowning angrily.

"We love you for who you are and we know full well that you have a lot of opportunities that you'll miss out on. We want to help you learn to love yourself as much as we do, we're here for you, (Y/n). We always have been, as long as we've known you." Dwayne interjects, smiling down at me gently.

Rendered speechless by the confession, (Y/n) opens and closes her mouth a few times, trying to figure out an argument in response, before Marko leans up and places a finger over her lips.

"What they're saying is true. We all love you far too much just to let you go so easily. We're gonna fight with you and we're not gonna let you surrender, ever, because you have so much to live for. There are loads of people who care about you, it just seems like there aren't many because the world had a cruel way of making life difficult for us all. You're appreciated, (Y/n), by loads of people." The shorter blonde smiles, "Mostly by us, though.

"Yeah, (Y/n), we need you in our lives. You're so important to us." Paul chips in, watching her.

Again, (Y/n) struggles to find the words she wants, unsure of how to react though her heart has flooded with love and security, chasing off the darkness. She makes a few noncommittal sounds at first, until David interrupts her.

"Come on, we'll talk more about this tomorrow night. Right now, you need to get some sleep." The blonde vampire hums, holding her closer to him as the others cuddle closer, too, pressing their bodies to hers. 

"Thank you." (Y/n) murmurs after a little while, relaxing into the vampires' grip, feeling exhaustion starting to take over.

"Of course. We're always here for you." Dwayne purrs back, the boys cradling her until she falls asleep, the four of them unbelievably relieved that they got to her in time.

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I’m having your baby - part III

Sirius Black x reader

series masterlist,  part one part two

Warnings: swearing, mentions of food, pregnancy

Words: 3k

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‘(Y/N), that is huge!’ You are sitting in the café with Lily and you have told her everything. ‘And you haven’t told Sirius yet?’ You shake your head.

‘No, I can’t think of any way how.’

‘Okay,’ Lily says and she takes your hands with hers. ‘But you do have to tell him, and soon, or he will think that you have hidden it from him.’ Lily stays silent but then she says: ‘Do you want to keep it?’

‘I think I do,’ you admit. You have thought about it a lot, but actually you do really want to keep the baby. You will find a way to work it out, you’ll have to. And even if Sirius freaks out and leaves, you will always have someone that will remind you of him. ‘I know that it will be hard, but what if this is my only chance? I mean it’s not like there are a ton of guys that want to date me, what if it takes years before I find someone that loves me and wants to spend the rest of his life with me?’

‘I understand and to be honest, I think you should keep the baby. It is after all the child of the love of your life,’ Lily says and winks.

‘Shut it!’ you laugh and you turn red.

‘So it is true!’ Lily exclaims. You say nothing which makes Lily giggle. ‘It doesn’t matter for now. What we have to do is find a way to tell him. And the courage for you to do it.’

On your way back home, you and Lily try to come up with ways to tell Sirius and when you get home, you feel a bit better. You know that Lily supports you no matter what and that you always can rely on her.

‘Are you staying for dinner?’ you ask Lily while you take off your coats.

‘Yeah, I would love to!’ Lily says and see looks into the kitchen. You frown at her but she ignores it. You enter the kitchen and are greeted by Peter.

‘I was just about to call you to see if you would be home for dinner!’ he says.

‘Do you need help?’ you ask him. You send Lily to the living room and start to help Peter with dinner. Preparing dinner with Peter takes your mind off your problems. It is not much that you do; Peter is the real chef and you just cut the vegetables and mix the sauce, but you like it.

After fifteen minutes Sirius and Remus enter the kitchen and sit down at the kitchen counter.

‘Are you here to help us?’ you ask.

‘No, not really,’ Sirius answers.

‘Then don’t fucking touch the food!’ Sirius drops the food he was bringing to his mouth. He makes puppy eyes at you and pouts. ‘No amount of begging will change it, Black.’ You turn around.

‘Really? Because I seem to remember something else…’ Your eyes widen and over your shoulder you look at Remus. He has raised his eyebrow at Sirius and looks back at you.

‘I think we’re done!’ Peter says. He hasn’t noticed the awkward situation in the kitchen at all. You close your eyes for two seconds and take a deep breath.

‘Great! Will you two lay the table?’ you ask, more pointed to Remus, still avoiding Sirius’ looks.

When you sit down, you watch James and Lily. They are seated opposite of you. Lily is giggling about a joke James made and you see she is flirting with him. Usually she doesn’t laugh like this. You know about James’ crush on Lily, everyone does, but Lily never told you something about liking him back. Normally when James makes a joke she just rolls her eyes and doesn’t laugh. But now she is nickering at a joke that is not even that funny. And you are not the only one at the table who notices it. Peter and Remus are also watching the peculiar situation and next to you, Sirius is staring at Lily with his mouth open.

‘Close your mouth,’ you whisper to him. He closes his mouth and turns to you.

‘What the actual fuck?’ he whispers back to you. ‘Is this why you suddenly had to go?’ You shake your head.

‘No, that was… about something else…’

‘I think wine is appropriate for this dinner!’ James says loudly. He goes to the kitchen and comes back with six glasses and a bottle of wine. When he starts pouring the wine, you notice two pair of eyes warning you. So when James reaches your glass you say:

‘Oh, I don’t want to. I uhh.. I’m getting sick I think…’ James buys your lie and leaves your glass empty.

‘That’s what we thought already,’ Peter says with his mouth full of food. You just smile, hoping that that is a good enough answer.

- -- -

Dinner passes in talking from James, mostly, and you stay silent. You keep looking at your plate and don’t look up. You feel Sirius’ hand on your knee when Peter and Remus are cleaning the table after dinner is finished.

‘Are you alright?’ he whispers, so James and Lily don’t hear it. You shake your head and turn your head to Sirius. ‘Is there something I can do to help?’ You smile and shake your head again. You don’t say anything, you are afraid that if you talk you will start to cry. ‘Really?’

‘Yeah, it’s fine,’ you say with a wobbly voice and a tear escapes your eye. You get up and walk to the balcony. You breathe in the cold air and you calm down. God, you hate that you cry so much lately. You know you already were a cry-baby before, but now someone just has to say something and you are already crying. You focus on the road below you. The cold spreads to your body when you rest your hands on the balustrade.

Cars pass by below you and you suddenly wish you were in one, driving away from all your problems. But you are not in a car, you are alone on a balcony in the freezing cold, crying because someone asked how you are doing.

‘All I wanted to do is help! I’m sorry about what I said in the kitchen, alright? But that is no reason to just walk away when I offer you my help!’ You hear Sirius rant behind your back and you try not to cry out loud. ‘I understand you are short tempered right now, but do you think I like being sneered at? Everyone is always on their toes around you. “Be careful with what you say!” “You know how she is right now!” And I know that you feel terrible, but that is no reason to be mean at me!’ You let out a loud sob and Sirius stops talking. You turn around and look at Sirius.

‘I know alright! I know! I know I cry too much! I know it’s not nice to walk away when someone just asks you something politely! But I can’t fucking help it! I only walked away because I didn’t want you to see me cry, because I do that too often…’ Your voice has changed into a whisper now and Sirius has to step closer to hear you. ‘But I don’t want you to think that I am an emotional wreck, even though I am. I’m sorry, okay?’ You drop your head and look at your hands. They are shaking. Sirius takes you in his arms and you rest your head on his shoulder.

‘I’m so sorry. You know I didn’t mean what I said,’ Sirius whispers in your ear. ‘I like taking care of you, we all do. And I’m sorry but I do think a little bit that you are an emotional wreck, but I like that about you!’ You chuckle and dry your tears with your sleeve. ‘Now come inside so we can watch Lily and James make a fool of their selves.’

You walk back inside with Sirius and sit down on the couch next to Peter. He is watching James who is doing push ups.

‘What on earth happened here?’ you ask.

‘James is showing off, Lily said that she didn’t believe James could do more than twenty push ups. So naturally James had to show.’

’15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21!’ James counts. ‘See? I can do more!’ He gets up and sits down next to Lily on the other couch. His face is red and he is panting a little bit. ‘Is it hot in here?’ James asks and he reaches for the bottom of his sweater.

‘Alright!’ you say and you get up. ‘Can I get someone a drink?’ You swiftly walk to the kitchen. You turn on the kettle and listen to the sound of the boiling water.

‘(Y/N)? Can I stay over tonight?’ You look up and see Lily. You smile at her.

‘Of course! You don’t have to ask me!’ She smiles back at you. ‘I assume you don’t need pyjamas?’ you tease her and Lily gets red. You laugh and hug her. ‘It’s fine, Lils! About time!’ Lily turns even more red. ‘Oh, and here is some advice: just be yourself. This guy fell for the real you, not the over-the-top, flirting and giggling you.’ Lily thanks you and walks back to the living room.

When you return to the living room you are glad to see that James is still wearing his sweater.

- -- -

When you lie in bed, listening to the chatting coming from Lily and James in the living room, you try to clear your head. You want to let go of every thought in your head. You imagine throwing them in the trash, pushing them out of the window, burning them, but nothing helps. All you can think about is how you have to make sure you can get easily out of bed tomorrow in case you have to throw up again.

After a while the talking has disappeared and you try not to think about what is happening in James’ room right now. As you lie in the dark someone knocks on your door. You sit up and watch the door open. You recognise the silhouette of Sirius.

‘Hey,’ you say softly.

‘Hey,’ he says back.

Then neither of you says something. You decide to break the silence.

‘What is wrong?’

‘I was thinking about earlier, you know on the balcony?’

‘Sure.’

‘I really am sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything I said there.’

‘It’s fine, Sirius, really.’

‘No, it is not! I hurt you! Let me make it up to you!’ You sit up more in your bed. Sirius has sat down by your feet by now.

‘How?’ you ask and you lie back down. You don’t know how to act. It is midnight, everyone else is asleep or whatever James and Lily are doing. Sirius gets up and lies down next to you. He wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of your shoulder. You freeze. What is he doing? But you don’t move. You let it wash over you. You hear Sirius’ breath in your ear and you shiver.

‘Better?’ Sirius asks and you sigh. Yes, perfect.

‘Better,’ you mumble. You close your eyes and relax. Or at least you try; Sirius’ hands seem to travel all across your body when he is asleep. You try to sleep, but every single minute Sirius’ hands are somewhere else on your body.

After a while your eyes start to get heavy and you drift off into sleep. In your dream, you are already very far in your pregnancy. You have a big bump and you have the feeling you need to pee all the time. You are walking around the apartment and you notice Sirius’ bedroom door is open. You enter his room and see a crib standing in the middle of the room. Everything that usually is in the room has disappeared and now the place is a baby room.

You hear a sound coming from the kitchen and leave the room. When you enter the kitchen, you see Remus and James making breakfast. A dark grey cloud is coming from the stove and they look guilty at you. Peter enters the kitchen and scolds at them for burning the eggs. The urge to pee comes back and you waggle to the bathroom. On your way there, you notice the door to your bedroom is open. It wasn’t just now. You walk into your bedroom and see Sirius standing over what seems to be a large bag. Around it on the bed are baby clothes.

‘Oh, babe, good you’re here! I need your help.’ You are bewildered and don’t know what to say. Sirius is holding up two sets of clothes. ‘Which one should we take to the hospital?’

‘The- the hospital?’ you ask confused. Sirius laughs.

‘Yes, love, the hospital. The baby is due tomorrow?’ You are even more confused and stand in the doorway with your mouth open. ‘Are you alright?’ Sirius appears in front of you and is looking worried. You just shake your head and collapse. But just when your head hits the ground, you wake up.

You are sitting straight up in your bed, panting. Sweat is on your forehead and your hands are clasping the sheets. Slowly you start to recognize the room you are in. Your own bedroom, there is no baby yet, there is no bag on the floor, there are no clothes. You tell yourself that you were just sleeping. You look at your clock. It is 7 AM, too late to fall back to sleep, but too early to really get up. You lie back down and spread your arms; nothing but empty space. You turn your head to the side. Wasn’t Sirius sleeping in your bed? You get up again and look around your room. No sign of Sirius. You sigh and punch with your fist in your pillow. What did you think? That he was going to sleep with you the whole night? He probably just drank a lot last night and wasn’t thinking clear.

Air escapes your mouth as you drop your body on your mattress. You feel the tears sliding down in your ear. You giggle sadly at the feeling.

After lying down fifteen minutes, you decide that that is not going to solve anything. You don’t want to wake the others up; you know James and Peter are definitely still asleep. Remus might be and you have no idea what Sirius is doing. But you try to block him out, for as much as possible. You start to aimlessly walk around in your room. Sometimes you pick up something to put it back in the same place. You slide down in your chair and take your phone. You want to check your dream and maybe now you think you want to keep the baby, you should read about it. You do of course know something about being pregnant and having a baby, but by far not everything.

An hour passes and you start to hear some stumbling in the living room. You put your phone down and at the same moment Lily knocks on your door. She sits down on your bed. You look at her expectantly but she stays silent.

‘So? You’re not going to tell me what happened?’ you ask. Lily chuckles and falls down on your bed.

‘(Y/N), it was wonderful! We stayed up all night just talking! And then I fell asleep in his arms!’

‘Talking? Wow, I hope you used protection!’ Lily throws a pillow at you. You catch it and place it on your lap, hands on top of it.

‘Shut up! It was great and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.’

‘I’m happy for you,’ you say sincerely.

‘So what is up with you? Why are you sitting here so sad in your chair?’

‘I’m not sad!’ you try to defend yourself.

‘Yeah, right. (Y/N), I know you long enough to see that you feel miserable right now.’ You sigh and pull your legs up the chair. You start to play with the points of the pillow.

‘Last night, when everyone went to bed, Sirius came to my room. He wanted to properly apologize for what he had said on the balcony-’ Lily gets up and watches you with a serious face.

‘Yeah, I wanted to ask you what happened there,’ she says. You shrug and tell her what happened. ‘Well okay, that wasn’t very smart of him to say, but it could have been worse? I mean, he did apologise.’

‘He did and he came to my room last night. He said that he wanted to make it up to me, so before I could say anything, he was lying next to me in my bed. Lily, his hands were everywhere! It took me hours before I could fall asleep!’ Lily giggles and shakes her head. ‘No, it is nothing funny! Because when I woke up this morning he was gone!’ Lily’s smile turns into a frown. You feel the tears welling up again. ‘What the fuck is he doing?’ you ask and your voice breaks. Lily rushes over to you and takes you in her arms. She comforts you and you get the control over your body back.

‘Maybe he has a good explanation for this at breakfast,’ Lily says, but you can hear she is just saying that to comfort you. ‘Come on.’ She pulls you out of your chair and drags you with her to the living room to find everyone but Sirius.

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Part three already! I really wanted to post this earlier but I had a lot to do for school. So here it is now! Two more parts to come. I hope you’re all doing fine! 

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[jawritter]

Twelve Days Of Christmas

Chapter 6,

Summary: Dean never realized that Y/N missed Christmas until he turned off an annoying Christmas song on the radio on the way home from a hunt, now he will make it his personal mission to give her the Christmas he misses so much, and if he plays his cards right, maybe he will give her what he has wanted to give her for so many years, himself.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Written For: @spnchristmasbingo​​​​​

Square Field: Christmas Tree

Word Count: 2024

Warnings: Fluff, brief mention of past trauma, light angst.

A/N: This is to help me catch up on my SPN Christmas Bingo card lol Chapter 7 will post tomorrow! I knew chapter will post every day until Christmas! I know I’m insane lol. This is a real time fic collection and all mistakes will be my own! Please do not copy my work! Hope you all enjoy these!!

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Snow, you had seriously never seen this much snow in your life. You were starting to think it was never going to stop snowing. It snowed all night long, finally slowing to light dusting somewhere around daybreak, and by the time you and Dean had pulled yourselves out of bed, it was evident no one was going anywhere until the snowplows came through to clear the roads, which could take a few days. 

You were totally fine with the idea of hanging around the cabin today. It had been a busy week already. Dean had gone above and beyond what anyone had ever done for you already, and if today was just a day where you hugged out and did nothing, that was okay. Not every day had to be some grand adventure for you. 

Dean, on the other hand, had been eyeing the cluster of small Canaan Firs on the back corner of the property all day. They were just big and full enough to make a small Christmas tree for the two of you. So, without much explanation other than, “get your coat and boots,” you followed Dean towards the little cluster of trees. The small ax he’d found in Baby’s trunk was swung over his shoulder as he trudged ahead of you through the almost kneed deep snow, making a path for you to easier walk in as he paved the way forward to his destination. 

From a few paces back you could see the white flurries land on his broad shoulders as well as the back of his jacket and sock hat as he went, his large silhouette standing out in stark contrast to the snow as he pushed on forward through the unforgiving cold. 

You could hear him humming along to a tune that you didn’t recognize as he turned over his shoulder giving you a little smirk while he watched you struggle to keep up with him through the deep snow. Being short wasn’t exactly working in your favor at the moment, and he paused, turning to fully face you with the ax still slung lazily over his shoulder much like he did his vampire machetes after a hunt. 

“Need me to carry you Y/N/N,” he called sarcastically, and you childishly stuck your tongue out at him before answering. 

“I’m doing just fine on my own Winchester!” 

“Okay, Sweetheart, I was just offering since the snow is almost as tall as you are. I was afraid you’d fall into a drift and I wouldn’t be able to find you until the snow melted,” he teased, and you rolled your eyes dramatically. 

“You just worry about getting us a tree cut down and stop worrying about me,” you tell him, earning a deep chuckle from him as he turned and started to make his way toward the tree line again. 

The sun was starting to go down, it was late but you and Dean both had been pretty lazy today. Doing nothing but watching Christmas movies, you pick this time, and eat as much artery-clogging food as you could manage since you didn’t have Sam the health nut breathing down your throat. The darkening sky overhead cast an almost postcard type feel to the scenery around you, but your gaze was on the back of Dean’s head as he hummed along his way.

He looked particularly smug with himself as he kept making his way towards his goal, still chuckling as your footsteps crunch along behind him. Your inner child was screaming at you to not let him get away with that. So reaching down as you went, you grabbed a handful of snow in your gloved hands and started to pound it into a ball. 

Just as Dean turned to make another comment about you talking all day to catch up to him, you launched the snowball, hitting him squarely in his broad chest, laughing as he looked grumpily from you to the show that still clung to the outer layer of jacket that was on his body before a smile carved by the devil himself appeared on those pink, wind kissed lips of his. 

“Oh Baby, it’s on now.”

Reaching down on the ground in front of him, Dean grabbed a handful of his own snow.

You turn to try and run back towards the house for safety, but it was no use, he was taller and faster than you were. Before you could even take three steps you were nailed in the back with a larger snowball, and Dean’s laugh echoed through the cold air around you as you staggered a little. 

You quickly try to gather up another snowball, but Dean was faster, quickly launching another and barely missing you as you ducked lower to the ground. 

Deciding to change your tactics a little, you charge at him, hurling two more snowballs in his directions. He rolled across the ground to escape them, laughing as you cursed and scrambled to gather up more snow.

“Oh, now you want to play dirty? Well, you shouldn’t write checks you can’t cash baby girl,” he growled playfully, looking up from his sprawled out position with his eyes almost glowing with a childlike excitement you had never seen in Dean before.

Without warning he jumped off the ground, running towards you at an impressive speed. The sudden change totally threw you, and all you could was stand there like an idiot for a moment before turning on your heels and bolting back in the opposite direction. 

Unfortunately, your pause was going to be your demise. Dean’s long legs carried him to you faster than you would have guessed possible, one long arm wrapping around your torso as the other grabbed a handful of fresh powder, dumping it down the back of your shirt and jacket. 

You twist and try to get away from the cold, screaming and laughing until your lungs hurt. If anyone was watching they were surely going to think he was killing you. Both of you were laughing so hard at this point that Dean lost his footing, falling down on his backside and pulling you down with him, both of you lying there in the snow as you tried to catch your breath from your little snowball fight. 

“Okay, truce?” Dean asked breathlessly, still smiling widely. The dim light of the winter evening casting the most gorgeous glow over the exposed skin of his face that you suddenly realized was very, very close to yours, and that you were still sitting on top of him. 

For just a moment you contemplated revenge, but decided better of it, knowing Dean could turn the tables on you in an instant and suddenly have the upper hand again. 

“Truce,” you agreed, slowly climbing off of him and helping him stand to his feet. 

Dean kept up with your pace this time as you made your way towards the tree line, looking at the trees there. While all of them were full and beautiful, they were all a little too big up close to bring into the cabin. 

“You know, there’s a box out in the woodshop labeled Christmas Stuff, bet there’s an artificial tree out there too,” Dean said, looking towards the shed that felt like it was a thousand miles away from you in the dimming light that stretched across the snow-covered lawn. 

“You know, I bet you’re right, cause even if we get one of these bad boys cut we’d have to drag it all the way back up there,” you point out in a huff of white fog, and Dean nodded in agreement. 

“Come on, hop up on my back and I’ll carry you there,” he offered as you gave him a shocked look. “Come on don't be stubborn.”

“Okay,” you agreed reluctantly as Dean knelt down in front of you in the snow for you to wrap your arms around his neck while his gloved hands came to your thighs, hoisting you up as if you weighed nothing at all.

It didn’t take him nearly as long as it would have taken the both of you walking to reach the woodshop, and as you slipped down from his back and turned on the light, you noticed the welding torch Dean had been using when he planned on taking the “big splash” still laying on the workbench and froze. 

Dean noticed your hesitation and followed your gaze with his own before pulling a heavy and on his shoulder. 

“Come on baby girl, let’s not dwell on the past okay? That’s not why we’re here.” 

You knew he was right, but the thought of him out in the middle of the ocean, buried in a metal coffin, trapped with Michael terrified you to this day. In fact, you still had nightmares about it even if you would never tell him that.

You let Dean guide you to the back of the shed, quickly finding boxes of decorations and Christmas lights of all sorts, and finally a tree. 

“Got it!” Dean yelled excited, producing a box marked “Christmas Tree,” and adding it to the growing pile of decorations on the ground. 

“Great, let’s get it to the cabin, I’m freezing,” you tell him. You weren’t really all that cold, but wanting to get away from this room where he’d almost literally created his sealed fate. Dean picked up on your hurry, and nodded, grabbing the boxes he could along with the Christmas tree and following you back into the warmth that awaited in the cabin. You didn’t really take a breath until you were back in its warm enclosure. 

Dean dropped his boxes on the ground, coming up and taking yours from you before slipping his arms around your waist and hugging you tight into him. 

“You okay Y/N,” he asked after you finally returned his hug, holding on to him like he might disappear in front of you if you let him go. 

“I’m fine,” you lie, but Dean saw through it, he knew you all too well, he knew that seeing that had bothered you even though you were trying to hide it. 

“Hey,” letting go of you he pulled a glove free of his hand with his teeth and placed it to the side of your face, making you look up into his astonishing green eyes. “I’m still here, and I don’t plan on going anywhere any time soon.” 

You nod and lean your head into his chest as his fingers glide their way through your hair and calm your racing heart a little. 

“Tell you what, that’s enough adventure for tonight. We can decorate tomorrow, right now I’m going to make you some Winchester Surprise for dinner and we can get drunk and prank call everyone that’s stone age enough to still have a number in the local phone book there.”

You hadn’t expected that, but the thought of Dean calling someone and asking them if their refrigerator was running had you cracking up in spite of yourself. Just like that, all the bad melted away as his lips pressed lightly to your forehead, and removed your jacket for you. Just like that, he chased away the bad memories again, leaving only a peace you had never felt until this moment in its wake. 

Sure the two of you had both been through your share of hell, in Dean’s case literally, but you had never seen it until right then how much you needed him and how you weren’t willing to live without him. He was your person, and you just wished you could be his. 

Even though the past tried to drag itself back up to haunt you, standing in the kitchen with Dean and helping him cook his favorite meal for the two of you felt so natural that you wouldn't have ended day 8 any other way. No matter what happened after Christmas was over, this memory would be your favorite of them all. Just you and Dean, being together in a rare slice of normal, what more could a hunter ask for?

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A Trip to Paradise

I literally am so in love with Hinata I just want to give him everything. In celebration of his birthday I present to you a smut fic starring our favorite Tangerine boy… :) he deserves all the pleasure in the world. Please enjoy~

Hinata Shoyo x fem! Reader

Word Count: 2,304

Warnings: NSFW 18+, semi spoilers

On vacation in Rio, you get ditched by your “friends”. With nothing better to do, you watch the local beach volleyball tournament, and catch the eye of the best player there…

Hey, we went out to the club~ See you later tonight maybe? We might need a ride to the hotel!

“Fuck,” you groaned as you read the text that popped up on your phone. “Who goes clubbing at 11 am?” 

You had come on this trip with girls from school who thought you were your friends, but they had ditched you to go clubbing multiple times throughout the week.  Not wanting to babysit a bunch of drunk girls, you decided to ignore their text and explore the city.

It was another hot day in Rio, the beach was crowded of course, but you enjoyed people watching. Your eyes scanned the horizon before falling on a large crowd. Huh, beach volleyball? You watched as the crowd erupted in cheers. Curious, you made your way over to the commotion. 

The star of the show was a tan, orange haired boy. He was fast, even in the sand, and could both set and spike almost flawlessly. You were awestruck by his passion for the sport. He and his partner won that set, furthering in the competition. You stayed to watch the next game, unable to take your eyes off him. 

“Another win for Hinata Shoyo,” The announcer boomed as the crowd cheered loudly. Someone started chanting “Ninja! Shoyo! Ninja! Shoyo” which caught on quickly. Hinata beamed at the praise, waving his hands and bowing. He must be a local, you thought before locking eyes with him through the crowd. He shot you a huge smile and thumbs up, and just like that, you fell under the Shoyo love spell.

You stuck around for the remainder of the competition. Watching Hinata dominate the court was addicting. You loved seeing his smile when the crowd cheered for him. Entranced by the talented player, you didn’t realize you had 4 missed calls from your friends.

Walking away from the tournament, you called your friend back only to receive a drunken earful about how you needed to come pick them up. Begrudgingly, you left the beach. After an hour of trying to wrangle up the drunken group safely back to your hotel, you headed back to the beach.

“There's still a while before sunset,”  you mumbled to yourself, “I hope I didn’t miss the end of the competition.” But to your dismay, there was no longer a crowd, just a few groups playing around on the courts. You sighed, sad that you wouldn’t be getting another glimpse of the majestic Shoyo.

“Oh! There you are!” You heard an enthusiastic voice call out from behind you. Turning around, your heart fluttered as you saw the orange haired boy running towards you. 

“Hi! I’m Hinata Shoyo! I saw you in the crowd today, thanks for cheering me on!” He beamed at you, smile as bright as the sun.

“H-Hi I’m y/n.” You stuttered, surprised that he recognized you.

“Aah! Y/n! Are you here on vacation?” 

You explained your situation to an empathetic Hinata. He knew how lonely this city could be when you’re on your own. He took you for a walk down the beach as he listened to you vent about your ‘friends’.

“Well, if you want, I can show you around! I know all the best spots in town!” 

You smiled at him, “It’s okay! You really don’t have to just becau-”

“But I want to...” Hinata interrupted, “So let’s go, yeah?” He grabbed you by the hand, leading you to the best date of your life.

Everywhere Hinata took you, the locals were calling out to him, asking about his day and offering fruits or drinks. He had friends in every part of the city, even the stray dogs and cats adored him. He bought you your favorite ice cream, fresh from the local paleteria. 

Shoyo had so many stories about his volleyball antics, things that happened during his delivery job, and just daily life, that you were convinced he was the most interesting person in the world. The way his eyes lit up when he remembered something funny or talked about his friends back in Japan was enamoring. I could listen to him for hours… you mused.

“Oh! It’s almost sunset, I know a really nice spot overlooking the ocean, if we hurry we can make it in time!” Hinata exclaimed, grabbing you by the hand again.He took you to a secluded hill with a panoramic view of the entire coastline.

“Hinata, will you take a picture of me please? I want to remember this view.” 

He took your phone as you posed with the sunset in the background. After taking a few pictures, you noticed him struggling to focus on the camera.

“Is something wrong?” You asked.

“N-No, I’m just having a hard time since the view is so beautiful…”

“Yes! I’ve never seen a sunset like this!”

“No,” Hinata looked up at you, “You’re the most beautiful view.”

As much as you wanted to giggle at the cheesy line, Hinata said it with so much genuine sincerity you couldn’t help but blush. He stood next to you, handing your phone back, also blushing deeply.

“W-Was that too much?” He stuttered nervously.

“Not at all,” You put a hand on his cheek, “It was really sweet...you’re really sweet. No one’s ever shown me such a fun day..” You felt Hinata’s breath hitch as you leaned in closer. 

“Shoyo, can I kiss you?” 

“You can do anything you want to me, y/n.”

With that, your lips gently pressed onto his. He tasted faintly of strawberries from the ice cream he had earlier. You felt Hinata’s hands slowly grasp your waist. Not wanting the moment to end, you deepened the kiss, slowly moving your lips in rhythm with his. You loved how he smelled like the faintest hint of sunscreen and sea breeze. 

Hinata squeezed your hips as you opened your eyes slightly just to look at the precious boy. His long lashes fluttered as you kissed him. He looks so cute even with his eyes closed. You put your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. The slightest gasp left your mouth as you felt his growing hard on press up against your stomach.

“I-I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it..” 

You giggled and pressed your body closer to his. “Why don’t you take me to your place next?” Hinata smiled slyly as he led you back to the city towards his apartment.

As you arrived, Hinata was fiddling with the lock on his front door. You hugged him from behind and started kissing his neck, making him almost drop his keys in his frenzy to get you to his bedroom. He finally got the door open and gently pulled you inside, pushing you up against the door after closing it.

“I’m going to get you back for that, y/n.” He teased as he started to leave wet kisses on your neck. You moaned, excited to see what the night had in store for you.

“Hinata! OH! UH S-Sorry!” You hear a new voice yell as the silhouette of another man runs away.

“Oh, shit! PEDRO I’M SORRY!!!!!!!!!!!!” Hinata broke away from you and chased after the man, only to drag him back to where you were for an awkward introduction. 

You learned that the man was Pedro, Hinata’s roommate for the duration of his stay in Brazil. He was a little awkward at first, but opened up to you when Hinata told him that you like anime and manga too. The three of you talked for a while. Hinata gave you an apologetic ‘sorry we got interrupted earlier’ look but you didn’t mind. As long as you got to stay wrapped up in the world of Hinata Shoyo a little longer, you were happy. 

“Well, I have an exam to study for tomorrow,” Pedro yawned, “If I can stay up that is…”

“Pedro! Take your studies more seriously!” Hinata chided. His roommate just waved him off and left towards his side of the apartment.

“He seems nice! I’d love to have a roommate with the same interests as me!” You spoke, turning to face Shoyo.

“I love Pedro! I feel lucky to have found him..” He scooted closer, thighs touching yours, “And I feel lucky to have found you too...should we head to my room?” 

You smiled, eager to finish what the two of you had started. “Yes, please!”

Hinata picked you up and ran to his room, locking the door behind him. He gently tossed you onto his bed. You studied his room as he got on top of you, only to have your arms suddenly pinned down above your head. 

“Hey.” Hinata bent down, face inches from yours, “Pay attention to me now, okay?” He commanded. You nodded, entranced by his sudden change. 

He smiled at you cooing different praises as he started to trail kisses up and down your chest. He released your hands as he helped you shimmy out of your top, gasping in awe at his full view of your chest.

“You’ve got such a nice body, y/n.” He whispered, fondling your breasts. You gasped in pleasure as he flicked his tongue over your nipple, earning a slight moan from him. “I’m going to make you feel so good..” 

He released your soft bud from his mouth and started kissing down your torso, licking the area above your waistband. You whined in anticipation as he unbuttoned your shorts slowly before pulling them down, leaving you in just your panties.

“Ooh! What cute panties! They’d look cuter on the floor though!” Hinata giggled, tossing off your underwear in one swoop. “Ah! That’s more like it.” He lowered his face to your already sopping wet core.

“Thanks for the meal!” 

Hinata wasted no time plunging his tongue onto your slit. He licked circles over your clit so quickly, with just the right amount of pressure, you thought you might cum right that second. You felt your orgasm building up, just as you reached the edge, Hinata moved his mouth off your clit and directly on your entrance. He pushed his tongue in, licking around your walls diligently. You gasped, eyes rolling to the back of your head. The feeling was even more intense than before and you rode out your release on Hinata’s tongue.

“Ahh! Shoyo,” You moaned out, fistfull of his hair in your hands. You felt his lips curl into a smile at your quick orgasm.  But he didn’t stop there. He started licking up and down your slit, making sure to lap up every drop of your release. You gasped in delight when you felt his fingers start rubbing your clit at the same time he was eating you out. He started to go faster, rhythmically matching his tongue with his fingers. You felt another orgasm start. Hinata reached up to cover your mouth from being too loud as you came a second time on his face. 

Exhausted, you panted out his name. He gave one more lap up and down your slit before getting up. “You’re so pretty when you cum for me.” He mused, stroking your hair. 

“Hinata,” you breathed out, “You’re amazing..I..want to feel you.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Hinata threw off his clothes and started teasing you with his erect length. 

“Do you really want me to put it in?” He double checked that you were okay.

“Yes please right now!”

Hinata entered you slowly, stretching out your walls with his stiff member. He groaned out in pleasure.

“Y/n, your pussy’s so wet for me.” He whispered as he started thrusting into you. You grabbed his hips, pulling him in deeper with every thrust. He took the hint and started fucking you faster. You kissed his neck, making sure to leave hickies that would last a while after you had gone. 

Shoyo pulled out of you, flipping you over onto your stomach. You propped your ass up and he smacked it hard before pounding you from behind. He was going absolutely feral and you loved every second of it. 

“Spank me harder!” You cried out. Hinata obliged, leaving red hand prints all over your ass. He loved the fact that you’d probably still feel the sting of his hands the next day. As he thrusted into you again you felt yourself let go. Your mind went blank and your third release came out.

“Ohh y/n, you love my dick so much you squirted everywhere!” Hinata teased.

“I-I’ve ah,” you tried to speak, “I’ve never done that before.”

Hinata beamed at his accomplishment, “I told you I’d make you feel good.”

Now it was your turn. Wanting to make him feel just as good, you started thrusting back onto him, shaking your ass to give him a nice show. He tightened his grip on your hips as you clenched your walls on his length. He gasped at your change of pace.

“Y/n, I’m gonna- ah,” He pulled out of you and painted your backside with his release. Panting, he reached over and grabbed a towel to wipe you off before you both collapsed onto his bed. 

“Shoyo that was amazing.” You whispered, too exhausted to talk at full volume.

“How much longer are you staying in Rio?” He asked suddenly.

“I don’t leave for another 3 days..”

“Stay with me till then.” Hinata grabbed your face gently. “I’ll give you the best three days of your life.” 

You smiled, excited to be able to enjoy the rest of your vacation with Hinata.

“Okay. I’ll stay with you, Shoyo.”

Notes:

I literally only meant this to be a short one shot and it ended up taking 6 google docs pages I am a SIMP for this man 

[eugene-not-flynn]

rooftop

word count: 1993

Summary: The night before he marries Rapunzel, Eugene sits on the palace roof and finds himself with unexpected company. Eugene-centric. 

Warnings: brief mention/gesture to Rapunzel’s abuse, some discussion of Eugene’s upbringing as an orphan, self-doubt and tangential themes, Eugene is not as confident as he seems in himself but he gets some reassurance, dialogue-heavy,  introspective for Eugene and his relationship to Rapunzel, overall v soft, Eugene almost cries but doesn’t. 

A/N: Basically, I decided there were elements of Eugene and his relationship to this character that the canon content doesn’t really address much, and I really wanted to explore potential for their dynamic. 

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Eugene liked the palace roof, especially at night.

He couldn’t explain why, exactly. He supposes the habit had started when he and Rapunzel had first arrived at the palace. Eugene hadn’t slept particularly well those first several weeks; nightmares that didn’t involve a knife in his gut usually were filled with Rapunzel’s muffled scream. Add that to the fact that Eugene’s body hadn’t yet caught on to the whole ‘it’s okay to sleep near royal guards’ idea, and Eugene didn’t get much sleep at first. The roof had been one of the few places in the palace that he’d known how to get to already, thanks to his escapade with the Stabbington Brothers. It’d also had the added appeal of the promise of fresh air and quiet.

Even when the nightmares eventually eased and his fight-or-flight stopped kicking in every time so much as saw a guard, Eugene found himself drawn to the roof. He liked the near bird’s-eye view of the kingdom, and even in the dark of night, the stars just seemed brighter to him up here. The late summer air breezes through loose strands of his brown hair and Eugene takes a deep breath as tension eases from his shoulders.

“Wedding jitters?”

Eugene jumps at the unexpected voice, glancing over his shoulder. It’s well past midnight. He hadn’t expected anyone to be up here. And even if he had, the last person he expected to interrupt his evening was the queen.

“Your Majesty,” Eugene says quickly, moving to push himself to his feet before Queen Arianna stops him by lifting her hand. She’s in the purple gown she’d been wearing earlier in the day, but her hair is loose from its usual half-pulled-back regal style. It is almost startling to see her so… normal.

“Please,” she says, shaking her head. “I didn’t mean to startle you.” She nods to the space beside him. “Can I join you?”

“Of course.”

Eugene sits up a bit more as the queen settles herself beside him. For a long moment, neither of them says anything. Eugene listens to the quiet hoot of an owl and the very distant chirp of crickets. The thumb of his left hand skims his ring finger almost absent-mindedly.

“Did you ever learn to find constellations?” the queen asks after a moment.

Eugene glances at her, then follows her gaze to the sky above them. “A few,” he answers, realizing very suddenly that he can’t remember the last time he had a one-on-one conversation with her Majesty the Queen. It makes him suddenly nervous. “Some of the older kids at the orphanage used to use them to tell stories.”

The queen hums. When Eugene glances over quickly, she’s smiling faintly. “When my sister and I were children, we’d make up stories for the stars. It wasn’t until I was older that I learned some of the actual mythology.”

Eugene glances down at his hands. “The first time I’d read anything formal on the stars was—” he falters, “was when Rapunzel and I were first in Corona.”

“It is strange to think that Rapunzel was within our city walls for an entire day before we’d even realized.”

A part of Eugene wonders quietly if perhaps Rapunzel might’ve been sooner reunited with her parents if they hadn’t been ducking and dodging guards left and right that day. Even though none of them—not even Rapunzel—knew at the time that she was the Lost Princess, Eugene remembers how the Queen had taken one look at her daughter and seemed to just… know.

“We didn’t know,” Eugene says, “who Rapunzel was.”

“I know,” she replies easily. “In a strange way, I think it was best that Rapunzel experienced our kingdom as a member of it, as part of the city’s community, before she knew she was to rule it.”

Eugene’s mouth quirks fondly at the memory. He remembers the way her tongue poked out between her lips when she’d painted the crest of Corona in the street. He remembers her gasp of wonder when he’d showed her Corona’s library. And then, of course, how she’d managed to get an entire city square full of people to join her in a dance. Even Eugene himself, who hadn’t danced in many years.

“She really fell in love with the people of Corona that day,” Eugene tells her softly.

Eugene senses more than sees the way the queen glances at him. “From what she’s told me, it wasn’t just the people of Corona she fell in love with that day.”

Eugene feels his cheeks warm, and he’s suddenly grateful for the cover of night. His thumb skims his left ring finger again, his heart giving a small squeeze at the words.

He clears his throat. “She, ah—she wasn’t the only one.”

The queen hums again, but when Eugene looks over at her, her smile is soft and her gaze is trained out over her kingdom. “Are you nervous for tomorrow, Eugene?”

He pauses before he answers. He looks back out over the kingdom. If the queen had asked him at any other point during the day, he’s pretty sure he would have answered immediately. Of course not! But the night makes him want to be more fully honest. Eugene wonders if the tiredness lowers his defenses. Or if the dark offers an illusion of safety. Or if the quiet of the world in nightfall forces a gravity to the words spoken in it. Eugene doesn’t know.

But he’d be lying if he said that there wasn’t a part of him that was nervous. Though now, it was more about remembering his vows and the toast the groom was expected to deliver. The details. The only detail Eugene wasn’t nervous about was the rings, as he’d put Max and Pascal in charge of those. But the idea of getting married? To Rapunzel? That… made a warm, fluttery feeling expand in Eugene’s chest that he knew to be excitement, not nerves.

“Not for the reasons I’d thought I’d be,” he answers eventually. “If you’d asked me five years ago if I’d be nervous the night before my wedding, I would probably laugh at you first.”

“Marriage wasn’t something you wanted?”

“Well, it…” He sighs. It wasn’t that he didn’t want it. It was more… “I wouldn’t have considered it as something meant for me.”

Marriage meant several things needed to be true. He’d have to want to settle down. He’d have to fall in love. And he’d have to have that person fall in love with him in return. Five years ago, none of those things had seemed attainable for him. He hadn’t even dared to dream that perhaps they could be some day. Instead, he’d convinced himself that security could be found in the accumulation of wealth. After all, it seemed to have worked for Flynnigan Rider.

But then he’d met Rapunzel. And everything he’d convinced himself of had been turned upside down.

“Something must have changed your mind.”

“Rapunzel,” Eugene answers without hesitation. “Rapunzel changed everything.”

Queen Arianna chuckles softly. “Yes, I seem to remember you had been a wanted thief prior to your return with my daughter.”

Eugene ducks his head sheepishly, turning his gaze to distant, silhouette figures of citizens moving through the streets of Corona below them. He can feel the careful gaze of the queen on him and it makes him feel, not for the first time, uncharacteristically self-conscious. He knew how the king felt about him, but Eugene had always had a harder time reading the queen.

“Well, what can I say?” Eugene rubs the back of his neck. “Rapunzel brought out the best in me. She continues to do so, every day.”

There’s a brief, thoughtful pause. “You know, I’ve never truly known my daughter without you there too. But I can see how you bring out the best in her, too.”

That brings Eugene up short. It certainly hadn’t been what he expected. “That’s… kind of you, Your Highness,” he decides. It’s a nice thought, Eugene thinks, and one that he desperately wants to believe. But Eugene can’t help the haze of self-doubt that lingers in the back of his mind, formed from years of experience and countless voices insisting he wasn’t enough for his parents, wasn’t enough to be adopted, wasn’t enough—

“You may not always believe it,” the queen interrupts as if she can read his mind. Eugene startles, then stares at her as she continues. “But it’s true. Rapunzel doesn’t talk much about her childhood, and when she does, we both know she tends to gloss over a lot of the… unpleasant details. But from the little that she has shared, it’s become clear that for a long time, Rapunzel didn’t have someone who truly believed in her. Who looked out for her in a way that encouraged her strength and independence, rather than hiding her away.”

“I—”

“You believed in her when others doubted,” she presses on, “You believed in her when doubt in herself was all she’d been taught. You looked at my daughter and… saw there was more in her.”

Eugene looks at the queen, wide-eyed. He opens his mouth to reply (because of course, of course he believed in Rapunzel, he always had and always would) but words get lost somewhere on the way up his throat, which is growing unexpectedly tight.

The queen meets his eyes, her green eyes sparkling in the dark. “You two bring out the best in each other, Eugene.”

Eugene is certain now that his face must be bright red. He wonders if she can tell in the dark. “I, um… I…” he pauses, then swallows thickly. “Thank you, Your Majesty.”

The corner of the queen’s lips curl up in a soft smile. “I only speak the truth. Frederic and I fought against all odds to keep hope alive that our daughter would one day come back. It was shock enough when she did. I never, in a million years, would have expected that on the same day I get my daughter back, I’d also be gaining a son.”

Eugene freezes, his heart giving an unexpectedly warm squeeze.

“I know you are in your twenties,” she adds, oblivious to the way Eugene’s eyes are beginning to sting the faintest bit, “and I know you spent your childhood believing yourself to be an orphan. I know you’ve recently been reunited with your birth father. I know all of that, and I apologize if I am crossing any lines, but… should you find yourself wanting a mom, Eugene… just know that I already consider you my son.”

The edges of Eugene’s vision begin to blur and he blinks quickly to clear it. He had spent his entire life either wishing for a mom or berating himself as weak for wanting one in the first place. He is 26 but he feels very suddenly like he is a small child again, wondering—for the millionth time—what it might feel like to be hugged by his mom.

He should say something, he realizes, but his throat is still too tight for all the things he thinks he should say.

When he does eventually speak, his voice sounds a bit thick even to his own ears. “Well, I… That is, when Rapunzel and I were looking at Corona wedding customs, we saw that the bride and her father usually share in a dance, followed by, um, the groom and his mother. We, ah… we were going to forgo that last part, but… and I know it’s short notice, but… that is, Your Highness—”

“Eugene,” she interrupts, but gently, “I would love to share in the mother-son dance with you.”

Eugene releases a breath and smiles. “Great.” He swallows again, then pushes himself to his feet. “Well, big day tomorrow. I should probably get some rest.”

She nods. “Goodnight, Eugene.”

Eugene’s smile grows a bit more. “Goodnight, mom.”

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I Taste Honey but I Haven’t Seen the Hive - Chapter Seven

Ao3,   Masterpost,  C.1   C.2   C.3   C.4   C.5   C.6

Relationships: eventual queer-platonic intruality, platonic dlampr.

okay. so. last time we heard anything out of me was *New Years*, Literally, and maybe i should’ve mentioned that I was taking a little hiatus, but oh well. i’m back now and i’m gonna post the last three chapters of this fanfiction as soon as I possibly can (so probably like all of them will be up by tmrw at the latest!!) to make up for my absence. but jokes on you, cuz I did actually finish this thing!!! >:P 

(oh yeah, and there are no italics, thanks to tumblr’s copy/paste bulls//t. i continue to be lazy :3 if anything sounds stilted just imagine that theres an italicized word there and yeah.)

Warnings: cursing, sexual innuendo, discussions of sexuality, misunderstandings, Emotional Conversations, sharing a bed, mild body horror (remus’ existence lol), stress, h/c. 

Word count: 7,967

The hallway was cold, and dark. It had been long-since abandoned of any life, with every door shut and each light dimmed- even Virgil’s. That day- the day of the meeting- had exhausted everyone enough to send them right to sleep mode. 

Everyone except Remus and Patton.

Their heart-to-heart in the kitchen had dragged on a little longer than either had expected, letting night descend fully over the Mindpalace. Patton was the one to notice the time eventually, and drag his less-than-restful friend up the stairs with him- he could tell that the other was dead tired, though. His stubborn determination not to end the conversation didn’t sit well, but Patton couldn’t think what to make of it, and they really did need some sleep. 

They reached Patton’s door first. He stopped in front of it, when Remus tugged his hand back insistently. He turned to him, letting out a confused hum, and was met with a scowl and a sigh.

Remus was looking even more resigned than he had when they first started talking that night. Patton waited, worried. 

“This isn’t, um,” Remus exhaled, ragged around the edges. “This isn’t a pick-up line, okay, and I know that it’ll sound that way and I know that it’s me but. I really don’t wanna be alone tonight.”

Oh. 

Patton’s heart ached- and his heart was big, it took up most of him. He felt the pain spread out from his center and into his fingertips and toes, hot and empathetic. Because how could he hear something like that, and not want to spend the rest of the night doting on the creature in front of him until that voice never sounded so small again, till he was as big and confident as he was meant to be?

“I don’t think I want to be alone, either,” Patton said.

Remus stared, his big scarlet eyes casting a faint glow in the dark. They were wide, cautiously hopeful.

“Yeah?” He muttered.

“Yeah.”

Patton opened the door, and led them both inside.

Remus shuffled around on the other side of the bed, but Patton was still, however much he wanted to squirm.

“Um.”

The movement stopped, and he flushed at the feeling of being watched in the dark. There really was no un-awkward way to say it, was there?

“Remus, since you’re staying, do you- um, do you mind doing me a favor?” 

Remus, little more than a silhouette, propped himself up on his elbow, a tilt to his head. “A favor? Of course, anything for you, Pat,” his words were a purr, and Patton could envision the suggestive smirk on his face in perfect clarity. Patton felt another well of discomfort bubble in his stomach.

“Could you at least wear some clothes, please?” 

There was a beat. Remus laughed, short and good-natured. 

“Yeah, I sorta figured I would. It’s no problem.”

“Thank you,” Patton sighed, relieved. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he paused, and that really would’ve been the end of it, but Patton had learned by then when Remus was about to make a joke. He took a little breath while the words were still clicking together in his head, and a grin crept into his voice. “There’s always tomorrow night to try this clothesless, eh?”

“I’m asexual,” Patton blurted, and he could feel the heat radiating from his face, though he didn’t even know why he was so uncomfortable. It was a joke, Remus was just joking. They were friends and Patton should’ve been used to it- but he’d already gotten so sensitive that night, and jokes like that always hit just a little different than the violent ones or the curses. It must have been a breaking point, or something. 

Remus shifted again, laying on his back. Patton wondered if he’d made things awkward. 

“Oh,” Remus said, “Oh wow, that makes so much sense!”

“It- It does?” Patton sat up, staring at the other with a mix of surprise and relief. Remus blinked up at him, nodding. 

“Well, yeah, that explains why you get so squirmy whenever anybody even implies something to do with sex. I always thought you were just, like, a prude.”

Patton ran his hands over the comforter that pooled around his legs, shrugging. He wasn’t nervous, so much as he was fidgety. “Well, maybe it was some of that, too,” he joked. 

Remus snorted, rolling onto his side and catching one of Patton’s hands in his own. He held it, playing with Patton’s fingers like he was trying to focus. 

“Hey,” he sighed, heavy, “Sorry.”

“Huh? What for?”

“C’mon, you know,” Remus gestured around with his free hand, “All the jokes, and all the times I hit on you, like, graphically. I was kidding, obviously, it was just that you always had the best reactions. If I’d known why, I mean. I don’t know if I’d have actually stopped, but whatever. Different time, different me. I’m stopping now, kay?”

Patton’s eyes went wide. He hadn’t- He wasn’t trying to make Remus stop, that wasn’t fair. He knew how important staying true to himself was to Remus, and if he’d actually managed to guilt-trip any of that away, he didn’t think he’d forgive himself.

“Oh, it’s really okay, I mean- I know you like talking about stuff like that, who am I to say you shouldn’t?”

“You never said that, actually.”

Patton nodded, even if Remus couldn’t see him, and even if he was pretty sure they were on different pages. “Exactly. You shouldn’t go changing just to make me comfortable, I’ll get used to the jokes! I guess I just wanted to know that they were, which, obviously yeah, but… um, I’m bad with knowing what tone is which, sometimes, so-”

“Ugh, Patton,” Remus was laughing, leaning up and grasping tighter around Patton’s hand, with a tone that said plainly: please shut up. Patton did, biting the inside of his cheek. “Look,” Remus huffed, “I know what you’re trying to say, and it’s real sweet that you’re so worried about this, but it’s not exactly like I’m telling you that I’m reinventing myself. I’ll definitely keep saying plenty of horny shit, trust me, I can just drop it with the comments about ya. It wouldn’t even be funny anymore; fucking with people is cool, right, but making someone I actually like feel ‘icky’, or whatever, isn’t really the same thing. It’s no big sacrifice trying to make you feel safer with me, got it?”

Remus’ eyes were on his, glowing with concern. Patton felt his face flush for an entirely new reason, nothing to do with embarrassment.

“You want to make me feel safe?” Patton grinned, just this side of giddy. “That’s a new one.”

Remus made a vague grumbly sound; it shouldn’t have been as cute as it was. “Yeah, okay, so what if I do?”

“It’s okay if you do. It’s sweet.”

“Maybe it is. Besides, you aren’t the only aspec side around,” he shrugged, “I’m not too big on the dating side of things, myself.”

Patton’s smile widened. “Thank you. I mean, for understanding, and… getting me out of my own head about all this.”

“I gotcha,” a claw traced over Patton’s knuckles, idly, “No need for thanks.”

“I’ll give it anyway, you know that.”

Remus snorted. “Mhmmm.”

With the remains of embarrassment finally fading away, Patton yawned, and remembered just how tired he was. He laid himself down finally, relaxing as his back hit the mattress. No sooner after he’d done so, Remus was letting go of his hand in favor of curling around him and setting his head on Patton’s chest. 

Patton would be lying if he said it wasn’t a relief, feeling the other unhesitant to curl up against him still. He looped his own arms around the smaller figure, practically on top of him, and traced patterns against Remus’ back. 

In hindsight, Patton couldn’t remember ever falling asleep so easily. 

The morning after, there was a crisis. A Thomas-crisis, and an emotional one, which set Patton up for a busy, busy day (or morning-through-afternoon, but it was well more than enough work for one day). The one upside to the whole mess was that he didn’t have to deal with it alone, because emotional distress fell neatly into Virgil’s area of expertise as well as his own.

At some point, you’d think they’d get numb to the endless dilemmas every other day, but with each new outing it got clearer and clearer that panic was just a part of life. Most weeks had at least one incident; there would be a mistake at the post office that needed to be worked out in person (which Patton didn’t mind, really, but Virgil hated, and Roman thought was a waste of time), there was an event for a friend of a friend that for some reason they were socially obligated to go to (which no one liked but Roman, who always thought they were one person away from being ‘discovered’), or- the present situation- there were pre-established plans that all the sides had somehow forgotten about until they were shoved into it at the last second.

Patton jolted awake with a gasp, the urgency of his human throwing him out of sleep. It was a full two hours later than he usually woke up, something he would’ve loved to appreciate on any other day. His bed was already empty- the warmth of another person still there, the covers still scrunched, but empty- which did serve to make his morning routine quicker. He dressed with a fervor that he couldn’t even place, manic exhaustion already soaking into him and making plans to stay there all day. It was going to be a rough one, being around people. 

But, Patton knew it wouldn’t be hard to ignore all that, for a little bit at least. There was still a bright side, and that side was Virgil! Who he got to spend all day with! Working, sure, but still- work done with a loved one is never work at all.

“Yeah, I don’t know if that rings true, Pat,” was Virgil’s response to the sentiment, when Patton told him.

“You’re smiling,” Patton said, because he was.

“What?” Virgil covered his mouth, “No, I’m not- shut up.” 

“You believe me, I know you do. You looove me.”

“Says you,” his mouth may have been covered, but the crows feet under his eyes creased more. His shoulders were just a little less tense, too, enough to tell Patton he was right. 

That morning wasn’t great, but, they made it better.

Remus had woken up in a lot of places that were decisively not his bed. The floor? Sure. The imagination? Oh, absolutely. Underneath furniture, on top of furniture, and on counters- anywhere lie-down-able, been there and done that. Just for the fun of it, really, and a nice shock to whoever found him curled up in the sink or beneath cabinets. He was used to a crick in the neck or a splotch of red, rough carpet print on the side of the face. 

So he didn’t really know why, waking up in someone else’s bed, he jolted out of it so quick, he looked like he’d been electrocuted. Or why, after scrambling out of Patton’s arms with whatever carefulness he could manage, he bolted from the scene entirely.

Remus began the slow process of piecing it together after he all but slammed the door behind him, trembling and cursing his way down the hall. He dragged away from Patton’s room and let his back hit the wall, sliding to the floor with a kind of hysteria he could only describe as itchy-vomity-terrifying-amazing. 

He did itch at his skin, he was feeling a bit sick, a bit scared, but he thought he might’ve been grinning anyway, so the description fit well enough. Except, nothing was fitting actually well, right then.

The closeness. The attention. The fact that he’d spent eight hours of sleep getting a full dosage of both those things. The fact that it had been more of both of them than he could remember getting, ever. Of course he’d scrambled away- how else could he react!?

Remus didn’t get overwhelmed. Except, apparently he did! What another fun surprise!

A door creaked open down the hall (thank God not Patton’s). Remus felt the eyes on him, and looked up- manically, he looked well and truly manic.

Logan blinked at him. He looked a lot like an owl in the mornings, Remus noted. One of those smart ones, obviously, not one of the ones that fucks around counting licks on a lollipop. 

Logan cleared his throat. 

“Remus? Is everything alright?” 

Remus shrugged, grinning. “Maybe! Who knows, though, right? It’s a lot, you know?”

Logan did not know, and said as much. Remus only laughed, letting his head hit back against the wall in the process.

He still felt warm, inside and out, after all that cuddling. It was weird, good-weird, but still so new. And, like he said, a lot. He’d felt that kind of warmth before, but definitely not as much- and he knew he needed to distract himself before he went crazy. Or, before his rattrap of a brain ruined the maybe-possibly good feelings for him. 

“Hey, any chance you’re busy today?”

Logan hovered in his doorway for a minute before ultimately deciding to step out, probably determining the interaction as a prolonged one. He didn’t look too put-off about it, though.

“A very high chance,” he said, “But for now I am not. Is there something you need?”

“A distraction.”

“Ah.”

“So, you up for it?” Remus pulled himself up from the floor, popping a few joints. “At least for the morning, yeah, Geek?” 

“Of course,” he smirked, “Provided you can call me by actual name at least once in this conversation.” 

Remus grinned, probably coming off more relieved than he intended. “Eh, we’ll see about that one, Dweeb.”

Logan met him halfway down the hall, not looking at all surprised by the response. He looked, if anything, amused. Remus found himself remembering very abruptly that the two of them got along, were probably friends, and somehow that fact was still novel to him. Or maybe it was the mood. Probably both.

“Well, it was worth a try,” Logan reasoned.

“Oh, sure.”

“What were you thinking we should do, anyway?”

Remus raised his eyebrows suggestively.

“I’m afraid that’s off the table,” Logan told him.

“Aw, fine. Surprise me, then.”

“That will be hard.”

Remus laughed, unsteady and shrill.

“C’mon, I know you’ve got it in ya.” 

Logan smiled, just-nearly-almost mischievous. “Well. I’ll see what I can do.” 

And for just a second, some of the panic slipped away, leaving behind that strange warmth. 

Patton didn’t exactly let Janus know he was coming by. It had been a long day- or, a long five hour period between ten in the morning and three in the afternoon, but still, the idea that there was any day left at all made Patton want to melt into the nearest soft object and never get up. 

When Patton needed to melt, he went to Janus’. Maybe it was the big armchairs; maybe it was the comforting, gooey little white-lies that soaked the atmosphere of his room; maybe it was the fact that his voice was so very easy to fall asleep to. Most likely, at least part of it was because he always seemed to enjoy taking care of people, anyway. 

It was a nice combination, and exactly what was needed. Patton could apologize for not knocking later, ideally when he wasn’t falling asleep where he stood. 

“Janusss,” he groaned, by way of greeting, and promptly collapsed onto the nearest soft surface while the door swung shut behind him. 

Janus blinked at him from across the room, surprise lasting for approximately three seconds. He turned around, and sighed.

“Well, hello to you, too.”

Patton hummed, drearily.

“You look cheery,” Janus quipped, “Anything you’d like to talk about?” 

The question was spoken lightly, but not insincere. Patton lifted his head enough to smile tiredly at the snake. He shrugged, for the room was working it's magic already, as was the easy company to be found there. Stress was easing away, in small bits, evaporating into warm shimmers under his skin. He had no doubt that Janus was doing some of it on purpose, as soon as he’d noticed the mood Patton was in, giving him a blanket of speckled reassurances (which were, as Janus insisted to him time and time again, just a tiny, harmless breed of pleasant lies) in an almost-literal way. 

Most things about the sides’ rooms were like that. Almost-literal; concepts that crept their way into the physical world, if only slightly. Janus was the best at those kinds of things, though. 

“’S just been a tiring day, y’know?” 

Janus sat beside him, toying with some spare yellow strings, weaving and unweaving them almost carelessly. “I do.”

“A tiring night, too,” Patton added, an afterthought, but he found as he said so that it was true. Long in a good way. An impactful way. It felt like something important had happened, something that changed, but he didn't quite know what. It was still just as draining, though.

Janus raised an eyebrow, but he did not pry (even if he most likely wanted to).“So, you’ve come here.”

“Do you mind if I just rest in here for a bit?” He said, as he’d already gotten quite comfortable.

“Why don’t I do you one better?”

Patton hummed confusedly, but Janus had already begun urging him to sit up. The snake waved a hand, filling the room with light, swirling piano music. At once the air seemed to grow fuzzy, spicks and specks of what looked like golden glitter floating around- not unlike from the distortion Patton’s own room gave him when he was happy. Janus smiled down at him, summoning a neat little tea set on a tray and fixing them each a cup of the swirling, caramel-colored liquid. 

Patton sighed happily, taking the teacup he was proffered and thanking the lord for whatever he’d done to deserve a friend like Janus. 

Janus sat beside him, balancing the tea tray on an end table, and let their shoulders bump. He wasn’t a touchy person, exactly, but he allowed for a conservative amount of casual intimacy. Occasionally, and in an unspoken way, but still.

The atmosphere had exactly the intended effect. Patton felt paradisiacal. 

“Gosh, what would any of us do without you?” 

Janus hummed. “You’d most certainly perish.”

Patton laughed, his chest lighter already. 

Remus felt good for about ten seconds after leaving Logan’s room and letting the guy get to work, fresh off the good morning he’d had. Then, very promptly, the weight that the remaining hours of daylight carried dropped onto his shoulders, and he would’ve been perfectly willing to claw his brain out to get a moment of reprieve from the whole barrage of irrational terror worming around in it.

Remus didn’t know why it was so bad that day (well- he had a guess, but thinking about it obviously made it suck worse, so). What he did know was that he needed someone to keep fucking distracting him, and that someone could under no circumstances be Patton.

Luckily, avoiding him wasn’t hard- he was still busy, and Remus had a feeling he’d need a rest once Thomas’ crisis was over, anyway- but that didn’t do much to solve the other half of Remus’ problem.

He needed something big, loud, and most importantly, not solo. He needed someone that could take up a whole room just as easily as himself, with endless energy to bounce back and forth, back and forth, until neither of them would ever worry about anything other than the moment and whatever it was they would do together… 

Oh, god fucking dammit. 

Remus sunk out to the Imagination. No, not his. The opposite half.

He rose up into more than a blank canvas, but less than a finished work; a vibrant world with gaps and white spots. He might’ve taken the time to look around, but- unsurprisingly- his brother was in front of him, accosting him, immediately. Seriously, it was like he’d teleported. 

“What are you doing here?” Roman snapped, his hands, still splattered with ink, landing on his hips. 

“Aw, so now I’m not even allowed to visit my own flesh and blood, and other various parts?” 

Roman scrunched his nose up. “No, you aren’t allowed. This is my room!”

Remus- as he always did when someone said he couldn’t do something- cackled. 

“I’m serious!” Roman whined, “I’m busy!”

Now, he said that, but Remus knew from personal experience that if Roman wanted him gone, he could’ve forced him out without too much issue- or worse yet, attacked him outright. He didn’t seem to be about to spring, though, not looking any worse than annoyed, so Remus happily decided that this interaction fell into the normal-and-healthy-sibling-bickering category instead of the unfortunately familiar would-genuinely-commit-fratricide-if-possible category. 

He grinned. “Yeah, and I’m bored!”

“Not my problem, and you’re still in my room.” 

“What, worried I’ll gunk up all your magic ponies and Yellow Brick Roads, or whatever it is you like to play with around here?”

“Yes, I am!” Roman scowled, but it looked a lot like he was straining his jaw not to laugh. “And you know I don’t make those, you fiend, I made a unicorn once and that was only because Logan wanted one.”

“You’re shitting me if you say that you weren’t the kid who always wanted a pony, Ro.”

“Well, how’s a pony any better than a thestral, which I seem to remember someone getting all excited about when we first read the-books-that-shall-not-be-named?”

“Ooh! Good idea, we should abso-fucking-lutely make those!” Remus wandered past his brother, looking around at the half-finished scene that he’d walked in on. It was sunny, pleasant- all around very vanilla, but there was at least a sense of adventure thrumming under it that gave the place a kick. With some work, it could actually be, like, fun! “Ever see somebody die? Don’t worry, I can help with that.”

Roman turned to him, looking hilariously incredulous with what was happening.

“Um? Excuse me? This is my domain,” he blinked, and a smug smirk crossed his lips. “Which means that you don’t have the power to make anything here! So, ha!”

Oh, right. That made a lot of sense, actually. How had he forgotten that? It wasn’t like this was the first time he’d tried to make something with his brother, right? 

…Wow. That had no business hurting as much as it did.

“Uh- Remus?” 

His head snapped up, a smile with too-many teeth already strained across his face. Remus’ head was scattered enough, coming here wasn’t supposed to make it worse.

“Sure, okay- there’s gotta be some way for us to build stuff together!” 

Roman stared appraisingly at his sibling, apparently thinking before he argued for the one and only time in his life. He tilted his head in confusion, perhaps worry. 

“I- well-” Roman glanced at what he’d been making, and down at his hands. “I’m sure I could, perhaps, let you have power here. Just this once.” He huffed. “It’s my room, right? So there’s no reason why I couldn’t do that, if I wanted.”

“Do you?” 

“Ugh.” Roman rolled his eyes, perfunctorily. “Fine. I don’t know what’s up with you, but I’d rather you be your normal weird-self than… whatever this is,” Roman stuck his hand out, his chin raised like it was a challenge. “Good?”

Remus grabbed his hand (and did not buzzer him, or slime him, even though it would have been so easy- because they were having A Moment and even he could appreciate the sanctity of something like that). 

“Yeah,” he said. “We’re good.”

Roman, as it turned out, was able to tolerate Remus for a whopping six hours, right up until five p.m., and only shooed him away in order to finish the project that he’d more-or-less happily dropped when Remus stopped by. So Roman wasn’t the worst brother in the world, Remus acknowledged. He then resolved to never, under any circumstances, say that to Roman’s face. 

The door to the Imagination shut with a click. The sound matched almost perfectly with another, sharper one down the hall, what Remus recognized as Janus’ door closing. He glanced up with a grin, wondering if he could maybe get Snakey to distract him for a while- only to lock eyes with precisely what he needed distracting from.

Patton smiled at him. He looked tired, relaxed, and raised a hand in some semblance of a wave. It would probably be a great opportunity to unwind together, talk stuff out, and definitely curl into each other on the couch.

Remus wasn’t going to take that opportunity, though.

Remus stared back at Patton for all of three seconds, the grin sliding off his face, before barging through the nearest door and slamming it behind himself. 

Shit. Fuck. What the hell did he do that for? It was just Patton, Remus knew Patton; there was no reason to be jittery enough to bolt from him twice. There was no way Patton wouldn’t think he was mad- which he wasn’t, even if he barely understood why he was losing it, he knew it wasn’t anger. But Patton wouldn’t know that, and he’d cry, probably, and Remus wasn’t sure if he was good enough at comforting people to fix it after. Christ, maybe he couldn’t fix it, maybe he’d still be too keyed up to talk to Pat, even if he started bawling! 

“Hey? What the fuck?”

Remus spun around, and yeah, he could’ve guessed whose room he ended up in without the gravelly voice to give it away, given that little spiral. A surprised-looking Virgil stared up at him, sitting cross-legged on a spiderweb bedspread. 

Remus ignored the thin layer of anxiety still rolling under his skin (now that he could place it), and shrugged, sliding until he sat on the floor.

“Oh, hi,” he said.

“Yeah, hi to you too, but my question still stands:” Virgil clapped his hands together, “What. The fuck?” 

Remus considered a few possible snarky responses, but found that most of them were pretty pathetic. Besides, evading vulnerable situations was more of Janus’ thing, and Remus didn’t want to steal his bit. 

“I’m hiding like a little bitch, so don’t kick me out, or I’ll maul you.”

Virgil’s eyebrows went up, but the surprise in his face was being replaced, slowly, by confused resignation. “Okay, cool. Why here, and why me?”

“First door.”

“Yeah, that’s about my luck,” he blew his bangs out of his face, “So like, you’re not gonna go anywhere else?”

Remus thought about it, but it was an easy choice. If he was gonna whine to anybody about something like this, he decided, it’d probably be Virgil. Virgil was good with fear, he was good with Patton, and he was good at making fun of shit if a conversation got too serious. 

“Nah. Sorry, Emo Boy, but I’ve already annoyed Logan and my dipshit brother today. Looks like it’s your turn!”

“What about Janus?”

“Eh, he’s a live-in therapist for the rest of you already. I think I’ll give him the day off.”

Virgil rolled his eyes, sighing with all the exasperation of a teenage burnout and not a thirty-year-old metaphysical humanoid.

“Okay, okay- and why’s Patton off the table? He, like, actually enjoys helping people,” Virgil glanced down, scuffing the carpet with the side of his foot. “He’s good at it, too.”

“Yeahhhh,” Remus locked his teeth together, inhaled through them, “About that.”

“What, aren’t you two all close now?” Virgil frowned, “I fuckin’ saw you guys at the meeting yesterday, you were so on top of each other, I feel like I forgot that you were two separate sides,” to anybody who didn’t know him, the way he talked about it would sound harsh. Remus, however, knew exactly how soft Virgil really was- the fucking poser- and that that shit? That was pure encouragement, raw as a bloody, bloody steak. 

Which, of course, only made Remus wince again.

He flopped sideways onto the floor, groaning. “Yeah, we’re close. That’s- I think that might be the problem?” That sounded right, almost, but just wrong enough to feel icky and annoying. “Ugh, I don’t know. So I just ran!”

There was a beat.

“Wait a second,” Virgil’s voice was tight- oh that bitch, he was laughing! “You’re hiding from Patton?”

Remus huffed. Okay, so maybe it was a little funny, he could appreciate that- but! He was still upset about it!!

“I mean, what has he done to scare you off?” Virgil pressed, “Too many compliments? Did he hug you too hard? I know the dude can be a lot sometimes, but-”

“Okay, ok-ay,” Remus couldn’t help it, he managed a laugh at it, too. “It’s ridiculous! It’s fucking ridiculous and he’s not even the problem!”

“Then what is the problem?” Virgil was snickering, “And don’t say that it’s you, dude. At least one of us around here has to not hate himself to hell and back, and you’ve defended that title for too long to lose it,” he cleared his throat right after he said it, sitting up straighter and trying to look like he hadn’t just been laughing like a huge dork. “Not that I’m, like, worried about you or anything.”

“Aw, you so are,” Remus stared up at the ceiling, grinning despite the ache in his chest. “But no, it’s not that. He thinks I’m awesome and he’s right, so don’t worry.”

Virgil leaned over him, staring upside-down at Remus. He squinted.

“Hey, this a serious problem?”

“I guess so. You can joke about it, though.”

“Cool. Um,” Virgil pulled away. Remus sat up, watching the trait cross one leg over the other, flip them, then tap his knee one-two-three-etc. times. He chewed on his lip. The whole nine yards of a classic Focused-Virgil Face. “Okay. You can tell me about it, seriously. I’ll try to help, or whatever.”

Remus blinked at him.

“Don’t- Jesus- don’t make a big deal out of it, dude-”

“Oh, I am.”

“I don’t even have a choice, okay, you’re the one who-”

“You’re so sweet, Virgey!”

“Remus, I swear to God, repeat that to anyone and I…” 

Virgil trailed off. Remus pouted at him, dramatically, his eyes practically glowing with mischief. “C’mon, aren’t you going to threaten me?”

“I was, and then I remembered that you’re like, actually into that kinda stuff, so. No. Nope, I’m good.”

“Fine,” he shrugged, “Looks like you’re resigned to just hearing about my feelings, instead!”

Virgil rolled his eyes again- of course he did- but there was no hiding the way he went quiet, patient, you could even call it attentive.

It was an offering, one that Remus didn’t hesitate to take. 

Patton left Janus’ room in a good mood.

He was in a considerably less good mood when, as soon as he’d left, Remus saw him and scrambled away like Patton was about to attack him where he stood- wide-eyed with fear and everything.

Patton swayed in the hallway for seconds after, uncertain about a lot of things suddenly. 

The room Remus had run into had definitely been Virgil’s, not his own, and for a moment Patton entertained the idea of just going up to knock. He dropped that thought quick, realizing that if he really wasn’t wanted, then he definitely didn’t want to confirm that he wasn’t wanted.

He might have gone back to Janus- Janus was smart, Janus knew how to explain things and solve problems and comfort people- but that was scrapped, too. He’d taken up plenty of the snake’s time already, firstly, and secondly… No, yeah, Patton already knew just who he needed to see for something like this. 

Logan set aside his laptop as soon as Patton walked into the common room, a surprisingly perceptive gesture for someone who claimed to be bad with feelings. Or maybe Patton had just gotten rusty at hiding them.

“Hi,” he greeted, wobbly.

“Hello,” Logan said, “You look upset.”

Patton stared at the wall just above his friend’s head, and nodded.

“Can I help?”

He paused. It was a bad habit- one of many!- but feeling unwanted by one side made him wonder if, maybe, he was unwanted by everyone. The thought formed a lump in his throat and had guilt pooling in his gut, but this was Logan. His best friend, the person he had gone to because he always knew just where he stood with him. If Logan didn’t want to help- no, because he always wanted to- if he couldn’t handle helping, then he would tell Patton that. He always did.

“I think Remus is upset with me,” Patton blurted it out quickly, just so he didn’t have to hear them. Logan vanished his laptop at once, gesturing to the spot beside him on the sofa. Patton sat with him, smiling feebly.

“Has he said anything of the sort?”

“No,” Patton picked at the sleeve of his sweater, “He didn’t really have to. He kind of… ran away from me?”

Logan’s eyes widened behind his frames, almost imperceptibly. “I see.”

“I don’t even know what I did,” Patton flushed with the admission, because of just how true it was. He had no idea what he did, and still he felt blame settling over him like a well worn blanket, and all that he could do was hope it wasn’t as bad as the last time. “I feel like I should know this stuff by now, shouldn’t I?”

There was a pause, as Logan processed the words carefully, seemed to turn them over in his head. 

“Be careful not to jump to conclusions, Patton. He typically freely expresses how he is feeling at any given time, so even if his actions seem to say otherwise, it’s entirely possible that he’s not upset with you,” Logan smiled reassuringly. “I find that most of his actions are meaningless. He’s a very weird creature.”

Patton managed to laugh at that. Logan leaned their shoulders together, a little pride flashing in his eyes, as he continued. “He did seem to be ‘out of it’, in a manner of speaking, when we spoke earlier today. It would make sense if that had worsened over the past few hours, and now he’s just particularly flighty. All in all, I wouldn’t read too much into it, if I were you.”

Patton nodded, resolutely not mentioning that they’d spent the night together, however relevant that was. He knew it would sound paranoid to imply that their intimacy had backfired, or come too quick- because Patton was paranoid, and certainly a little neurotic, and the less he voiced it the better. 

Instead, he followed the advice he didn’t believe, and let himself rest against his friend. Logan had laced their fingers together; it wasn’t as comforting as it usually was. 

Logan was only so touchy when it was for the sake of others, and almost always that ‘other’ was Patton. A fact that made the needy trait feel amazingly special most of the time, but on nights like that… More than anything, he felt greedy.

“I’ll ask him about it,” Patton promised, because he knew that was what Logan would suggest (even if the idea made him more than a little dreadfilled). “Maybe I overwhelmed him. He’s been cuddly, so I thought…” Patton shook his head, bile hitting the back of his throat as the realization collapsed upon him. “That’s probably it. I must have took it too far.”

Logan didn’t pry, but Patton could feel his concern mount just as well as he could see the frown on his face.

“Talking to him will be the best course of action,” he said plainly. “For the time being, though,” he released Patton’s hand, wrapping his arm loosely around Patton’s waist and leaving it there. “It might be beneficial for you to receive more reassurance. Is this alright?”

“Yes,” Patton ducked his head, knowing full well how obviously relieved he sounded, “Thank you.”

“There’s no need to thank me, I’m happy to help,” Logan told him, and he had no doubt that it was true. Still, it always surprised him anyway- and that at least was a good thing about a friend who was so reserved. The pleasant surprises.

Patton sat up enough to rest his head on top of Logan’s, a position that was almost but not quite cuddling.

“I sincerely hope,” Logan muttered, “That everything will be alright for you.”

Whether he was speaking only about the Remus situation or not was unclear.

“Me too.”

“If it’s any consolation, it’s very difficult to stay upset with you, if he truly is so. In my experience, at least.”

Patton sighed. “Thanks, buddy.”

“Of course. Your happiness is-... you, are very important to me, and I can only hope that you’ve made a friend that values you as much as I do.”

Patton knew what he meant by it. Both he and Logan were acutely aware of how different they were, and how little they matched with each other. Patton couldn’t understand him- not wanting to be showered in love, enjoying silence and a little bit of alone time, needing space. He knew that Logan didn’t get him, either- didn’t know why he cried all the time, or why nothing ever seemed to fix him for good, or why he said so many things that went without saying. They still struggled with each other’s languages, sometimes, but they’d gotten miles and miles better with it over the years. Sometimes Patton thought that the only way they’d become so close was sheer willpower, pushing past each misunderstanding and argument just because they liked the challenge of it. Determination was always a common thread between them, whatever differences they had.

They had to have boundaries, then. Logan might not hold Patton on his worst days, but he’d give him notes and gifts and bring him water, food, things that he neglected for himself. Patton didn’t have any of the right words to talk Logan down when things got bad, but he was always there to cheer him back up when he was ready again. Neither of them understood each other, and maybe they never would, but they cared. Even if they couldn’t be what the other needed, they cared, and that was all they had to do. 

So even if Logan couldn’t fix things, Patton thought, he still did a hell of a good job patching them up. 

“Hey. Hey!”

Patton turned around with a jolt, his fingers going tight in the blanket about his shoulders. How long he’d been downstairs, he didn’t know- but he knew that he was really, very tired, and now was left blinking and confused at the person accosting him with so much energy. 

“Um, hi,” Patton tried.

Remus had run up to him at once, and was just as suddenly seizing both of his hands. Patton might have taken a moment to appreciate the touch, but with just one sentence that positivity crumbled:

“I need to talk to you.”

Patton shoved a plastic smile onto his face. He always felt a little icky to be faking it, but with Remus, the shame was especially thick. Still, it was only instinct. 

“Okay.”

Patton opened the door; the Duke marched in without waiting for invitation, and he followed. 

Dread dripped down his spine like melting ice cubes. This is fine, Patton told himself firmly, once they were both sitting feet apart on the bed. He refused to think too hard about what the distance meant- if it meant anything at all, or if he was only being ridiculous.

“Sorry about today,” Remus began, “Really. I was freaking out for the stupidest fucking reason. You’ll laugh when I tell you!”

Patton didn’t laugh, but he smiled a little more wholly. If Remus was upset with him, the apology must’ve meant at least some of that had faded away. Probably.

“It’s okay, Mess,” the nickname rolled off his tongue easily. Remus grinned at him, but it was somehow more manic than usual.

“I probably got you all worried over nothing, bolting on you before you could wake up- and then again earlier, right?”

There was a pause, as Patton tried to decide if the question was rhetoric or not. When the silence stretched on uncomfortably, he found himself nodding. 

Remus huffed out a breath, rocking back and staring up at the ceiling. “Yeah, I- I’m still working at the whole self-improvement thing, ya know? That probably doesn’t make it better, but- I’ve never really had a reason to try and be, uh, considerate. Janus never really cared if I was a bitch, and nobody else ever mattered, and that- yeah, that’s kind of what I wanted to talk about.” 

His voice was raspy, low and thick in a way that it almost never was. Patton tipped his head to the side, confused. Remus looked- and sounded- awkward, an expression that was not at home on his face. 

“Wait, um- so it wasn’t anything I did? You’re not upset with me?”

Remus looked at him like he was crazy (ironic, that).

“Upset with you?” He crowed, “Why the fuck would I be upset with you?”

Patton flushed; he laughed embarrassedly, or maybe in relief; he toyed with the sleeves of his sweater.

“I didn’t really- I don’t know, but I was worried that I’d, um, overstepped some boundaries last night, and maybe made you uncomfortable.”

He was only kind of looking at his friend, from out the corners of his eyes. It was still easy to see the way Remus went from confused to amused, and then burst into cackles.

“You- You- Me? Morey, please, it takes a lot to make me uncomfortable- if that’s even possible, actually- and you sure as shit haven’t figured out how to pull it off yet. Sugar, I asked to stay with you!”

The relief flooded Patton all in a rush, and he felt himself finally relax. With Remus laughing and joking and being his usual (sweet, impressively sweet, surprisingly so) self again, it all started seeming a little silly. Remus must’ve seen him coming untense, folding down the same way accordion-pressed paper sprawled out when it was released from a bored student’s hand, because his gaze went warm, like something had finally clicked into place in his head. A problem solved, and what a wonderful solution it had come to- that’s what the look said. 

Patton met the smile just as brightly when the Duke shifted over some of the distance between them, taking up both of Morality’s hands in his own yet again. 

“Well, since it wasn’t something I did,” Patton said, “Then what was the actual problem?”

Remus didn’t look too upset at the question, but he was glancing down, up, sideways- his pupils flitted around the room without really touching on anything for too long; it wasn’t often that he was so obviously thinking something through. His fingers flexed, face a little pink, and he hesitated before answering:

“Okay, it’s like I said, right? I don’t- I’ve never needed to try to be anything for anybody before. I mean that I never wanted to do things in a conform-y way, obviously, but, I never wanted to be considerate, either,” he smirked down at their tangled hands, shrugging. “I don’t think I’m doing too bad for a first try, to be honest- but that’s not the point, the point is- this is… new.”

Patton opened his mouth, reassurances rushing to the tip of his tongue before he was hastily shushed.

“No, look, there’s a difference between being a pushover and just being fucking nice to the people you care about. That’s the problem- or I thought it was a problem, in my dipshit lizard-panic brain this morning- right? I’ve never wanted to do anything for people, because I didn’t need them anyway. I figured I didn’t, I guess, cuz I could survive without ‘em- it wasn’t like I had a choice, but I got on fine. Not to be too… I don’t know, pathetic? Who cares, but- I never knew anything different.”

Patton’s eyes went wide and watery, like the blue of his irises were soaking into everything else and leaking, leaking, leaking. He was squeezing Remus’ hands a little too tight, certainly, and he just wanted to hug him so bad- but despite his words, Remus didn’t even seem to need it. He looked back at Patton, huffed a sigh, looking just plain amused.

“So this hit me when I was talking to Virgil, about ten minutes ago,” he started, “That I woke up today, with you, and I had this thought like… Fuck, I don’t ever wanna move again. I could starve and then start to decompose and probably rot into bloody mush, but I’d probably still be perfectly happy- which is weird, because starvation is easily one of the boringest ways to die, I could go out so much cooler- but, it was more the fact that I was with you, and uh. So, so I thought that- which is so dumb and sappy- and it surprised me so bad that I just ran. And after I had, I was so freaked out, I didn’t even remember why for!”

He took a deep breath, something that he hadn’t done for that entire ramble. Patton got the sense he still wasn’t finished though, and waited patiently.

“I never needed anybody caring about me for me to be okay- the screaming and the fleeing and all that was fine, it was still a reaction. But I think I just realized that I couldn’t go back to that, now.

“Because of you. I knew I liked you, but it never clicked that things would probably suck without you by this point. More than that, I guess- it hit me that just because I can take care of myself, it doesn’t mean that it doesn’t fucking blow. That I don’t- I don’t want to be so independent again, okay? That I don’t wanna be alone anymore.”

And he couldn’t help it at all; Patton did hug him, then. He pulled him against his chest as soon as he noticed the words going choppy, choked, and halting. He let go of Remus’ hands, in favor of tangling his fingers in the Duke’s hair and carding through it.

Remus met the embrace with just as much fervor, curling up into the bigger trait. Yet somehow, he wasn’t crying yet.

“Hey, hey, I’m alright,” he murmured, “I mean, don’t let go, obviously- but I’m okay. I had all day to panic! Which I definitely did, by the way, because my whole worldview got screwed over. Finally know how you feel, I guess,” He was joking, Patton could hear his smile. He laughed. “But I got it out of my system, and ya know what I realized after that?”

Patton hummed attentively, letting Remus pull back just enough to see his face.

“I said, ‘okay, I’m processing that, and it doesn’t matter.’ It doesn’t matter because I only realized that maybe I need people once I already had them, and- no offense- but you don’t really seem like the abandoning type. The opposite, that’s what you are.”

Patton beamed. 

“Of course not,” he swore, pressing the words out as though intensity alone could make them more true, more pure. “Never, not ever.”

“Good,” Remus said, “Cuz I’m hanging on to ya, Pat. As long as I can.”

Chapter Eight

Taglist: @shrimp-crockpot @glitter-skeleton-uwu @donnieluvsthings @intruxiety @thefivecalls @did-he-just-hiss-at-me @gayformlessblob 

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M.I;; Chapter Five

Word Count;; 2k

Genre;; Fluff, Suggestive, Eventual Smut, Slowburn

Pairing;; Oikawa x Ushijima

Side Pairing;; Kuroo x Sugawara

Summary;;

Them boys engage in questionable bedroom activities.

Published;; 04.28.18

Notes;;

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   “Harder, Kuroo-san!”

   “Do you like that, Koushi? You're such a bad boy, aren't you? Begging for me like this… how pathetic.”

   Upon hearing the exchange, Oikawa stopped dead in his tracks. He recognised the voices of his two group partners straightaway, but they were meant to be studying, not engaging in… whatever the hell they were doing. The small moans and light panting that filtered out into the hall made his stomach churn. It wasn’t any of his business what the two got up to in private as long as it remained there, not in his damn dorm room. His mind raced with a million thoughts at once, teetering on the edge of a very inappropriate gutter (but how could it not? There was no mistaking the sound of flesh hitting flesh and it could only mean so many things), as he listened to their whispered words. He hesitated at the threshold. He didn’t want to enter and witness their transgression but he had to give them a piece of his mind - there was no way he would let their blatant audacity slide.

   Summoning his fiercest bitch face, he slammed the door open and flipped the light switch. His eyebrow twitched when he took in the state of the room. Sugawara’s side of the dorm was a disgrace. The once spotless floor was covered in loose sheets of paper and his bedding was beginning to slide off. Oikawa was grateful to see his side remained untouched, though his brief respite disappeared just as quick as it came once his eyes landed on the two people responsible for his rising stress levels.

   With the comforter thrown over his shoulders, Kuroo hovered behind Suga, one hand on the smaller male’s waist with his other pulled back and ready to smack the soft underside of Suga’s ass. He tossed his head backward and flashed Oikawa his usual grin, his eyes shining with unspoken mischievous. While Oikawa couldn’t see the setter beneath Kuroo’s larger frame, there was no mistaking his lewd whimpers and pleas, begging for him to continue, begging for more. Not bothering to hide or cover up their act of indecency, the blocker brought his hand down against Suga’s skin, not once breaking eye contact with Oikawa. The slap echoed throughout the small space, and still their eyes remained locked. Oikawa’s face contorted into a grimace; he could almost feel the sting.

   It was Kuroo’s lazy grin and airy chuckle that pulled him from his daze. Oikawa’s chocolate locks bounced around his reddening ears once he managed to tear his eyes away, focusing on finding the light switch once more and plunging the room into the safety of darkness. Embarrassment nipped at his nerves, his cheeks flushing and his fingers trembling. It had been a long time since he had wasted his time thinking about carnal desires but now he couldn’t think of anything else. Dating had always been a bit of a bore and a pain in the arse but it did have its benefits, yet clearly one could get those same perks without all the hassle. He could be casual about it, discreet, it wouldn’t affect his schooling if he went about it the right way.

   He clenched his fists and shook his head, his irritation returning tenfold, all traces of his fleeting moment of weakness replaced with a glower as he spat, “What the hell are you two doing?!”

   “Oikawa-san! Back already?”

   “Obviously!”

   “Don't just stand there, come in. Might as well get comfortable.”

   “What? As if! Not until you get out, deviant!”

   “Hey now, I'm a guest here. You should be nice.”

   “You’re an unwelcome guest! Take a hint already!”

   “You wound me!”

   “Oikawa-san, I’m sorry, we lost track of time. I didn’t want you to see this.”

   “Well I should hope not!”

   “Calm down, princess.”

   “Would you remove yourself from my life permanently?”

   “Aww, I love you too, baby.”

   “Cut it out, Kuroo-san, you’re making it worse,” the words were whispered but Oikawa managed to catch them before they were consumed by the darkness. “Just wait outside for a few minutes, we’ll clean up.”

   “Or you can join in. I don’t mind. We’ll probably be awhile,” Kuroo’s chortle was cut short, transforming into a pained gasp as Suga elbowed him in the stomach. “What? We might as well finish up. He already found out.”

   “Seriously?! You two have no shame!”

   It was a miracle the frame didn’t splinter with how hard Oikawa slammed the door shut. Taking a few deep breaths, he basked in the serenity of the silent hallway. It was late enough that the lights were dimmed, adding to the ambience. Deciding to forget all about the events of this cursed day and get some much needed rest, he scurried down the hall toward the one place he knew would have an empty bed: the shared dorm of Kuroo and Ushijima. He never thought the day would come where he would find himself seeking out that damn mountain of awkwardness for refuge. The things he had been reduced to… He despised college.

   Fervent footsteps. Vehement knocking. Desperate heartbeat. The sound of his knuckles against the door could only be described as pathetic. He never once paused, instead increasing the speed and force of every hit with each repetition, rapping against the wood with reckless abandon. He refused to stop until he gained access, regardless of whether or not Ushijima was asleep yet. His mind was a jumble and he could feel a migraine coming on and the fact that he had morning classes tomorrow made matters at least 110% worse. He didn’t have the time nor the patience to be considerate. Besides, it was just Bakatoshi. It didn’t really matter if he was inconvenienced.

   The message was received loud and clear, the door creaking open after a mere thirty seconds of incessant knocking. Faint light spilled into the hallway from a small lamp somewhere on Ushijima’s side of the room, illuminating the silhouette lurking on the other side of the door. The familiar sight of short, olive-brown hair peered at Oikawa, one of his large hands reaching out of the shadows to rub at his tired eyes. His voice was a mixture of confusion and weariness as he spoke.

   “What’s wrong, Oikawa-san?”

   “Just let me in.”

   “Wait, I need to-”

   Oikawa slipped passed the bewildered ace, forcing his way inside. His eyes darted to and fro, absorbing the details and minute changes that had occurred since his last visit. Kuroo’s bed wasn’t quite made but still presentable; it lacked a single piece of trash or note paper on the crumpled, bumpy duvet and, by some miracle, none of his laundry was in sight. It was nowhere near as immaculate as his own room, or even Ushijima’s side of the room, but it was a huge improvement and Oikawa couldn’t help but feel a (miniscule) surge of pride. Perhaps there was still hope for that idiot, after all.

   Turning back to the doorway with every intention to inform Ushijima of the scandalous activities occurring inside the sanctity of his room, Oikawa’s words caught in his throat when he took in his appearance. Ushijima donned just a simple pair of snug, black boxers which hugged him in all the right places. His body, though relaxed from his brief slumber, was firm. Every single muscle. His entire body looked sculpted. From his toned calves to his thick thighs, to his defined abs and broad shoulders, and even to his damn biceps, the man was built like a God pulled straight from a myth.

   What the hell was he thinking? His mind was the ultimate traitor, offering a detailed image of how round Ushijima’s arse would look right now in those tight boxers. He tried to think of anything else, but his thoughts kept returning to it until a voice in the back of his head stated the obvious, that he could just walk over and settle this train of thought with a single glance, with a full-body onceover where his eyes devoured Ushijima’s figure like the five course meal that he was. Why stop there? Might as well enjoy yourself and cop a feel, too.

   Cold palms chilled his heated cheeks as his hands collided with his face. It was the best idea he could manage on the spot to snap him out of this ludicrous fantasy. This wasn’t like him. No, this was their influence. Those two weirdos that were ruining not only his night, but aiming to take the prize and ruin his whole life. These thoughts weren’t his own. He hated Bakatoshi. Even if the guy looked delectable right now, waiting to be pounced on and-

   “Seriously?” Oikawa snapped, letting his pent up frustration loose and praying for any type of distraction, “You couldn’t put some pants on?”

   “I didn’t have time-”

   “Save it for someone that cares. I’m sleeping in Kuroo’s bed tonight.”

   Ushijima’s exhaustion was evident in his simple nod. His feet were heavy and audible as he crossed the room, sliding back under the covers and closing his eyes without a sound. Oikawa was grateful that Ushijima couldn’t read his mind, and that he didn’t notice his intense gaze, or if he had, he had the decency not to comment on it.

   On approaching his chosen bed, all prior pride and the glimmer of hope he once held for Kuroo dissipated once he pulled the duvet down. The lumps hidden from view were not misshapen sheets but rather clothing, more than likely dirty, and the sheets themselves were nowhere in sight. Not even the fitted sheet remained on the bed, the mattress exposed and cold to the touch.

   The guttural growl that crawled from the pits of his stomach and reverberated throughout the enclosed space was enough to jolt Ushijima awake once more. He watched with wide eyes as Oikawa stormed across the room, stopping at the edge of the bed, tables turned for once as he towered over him. Oikawa tapped his foot in impatience, irritation rolling off him in waves, seconds that felt like hours passing in uncomfortable silence until Ushijima spoke up and questioned the setter’s sudden mood swing.

   “Shut up and move, I’m sleeping here tonight.”

   With another knowing nod and small yawn, Ushijima scooted to the far side of the large bed. It was bigger than the standard and Oikawa thought it was a bit extra when he first saw it, but it looked comfy and he almost felt excited to try it for himself. Except there was an obstacle in his path that was blocking the road to bliss and sweet dreams - the current occupant who was patting the empty space he created beside his shirtless self, beckoning Oikawa like it was the most normal thing to do.

   “What are you…? no. No, no, no. You move, go. Get out, I need this bed. You sleep somewhere else, anywhere else.”

   “Why? It’s big enough for us both.”

   “Why? Why? What kind of question is that? Do you think you’re smooth? I see right through you, Bakatoshi.”

   “Huh?”

   “Don’t play dumb.” Ushijima tilted his head in confusion, which only served to further irritate Oikawa. “I’m not going to sleep with you!”

   “I didn’t mean-”

   “I'm so sick of all this weird sex tonight! I just want to sleep in peace, why are you all like this? Can’t any of-”

   “Oikawa-san.”

   “-you be normal for once? What evil deed did I commit in a past life to be stuck with you-”

   “Oikawa-san.”

   “-three idiots cursing my existence for the rest of my foreseeable future? I just-”

   “Tooru.”

   Oikawa scoffed, rolling his eyes and taking a deep breath, his outburst fading, “That’s Oikawa-san to you, we’re not friends,”

   With a sigh, Ushijima rolled out of the bed and walked across the room. It was obvious that Oikawa was stressed and sleep deprived, college life taking its toll, but Ushijima wasn’t faring much better and the statement felt like a blow to the gut. His words shouldn’t have offended him, Oikawa has said worse after all, but he thought they had been making progress. He collapsed onto the messy mattress, willing the empty feeling in his stomach away with the promise to try harder tomorrow before falling into a fast but deep slumber, leaving Oikawa to find peace amongst his restless thoughts.

[andieperrie18]

Moondust: (Vergil x Reader)

The title is strictly based on the song inspired by this but there is no topic about it.

Requested by @yesno18

Song: Moondust by Jaymes Young

Nero’s origin was never found out even though Vergil had finally joined his brother and regained his lost lifestyle. He did his best to reconnect with his love ones but due to his nature, it was quite a lot harder to do so. But there were times that his son would ask who was his mother, or just the woman that carried him for years.

The father wished he knew but somehow, through out his life he had no recollection of his son’s birth nor the woman who bore him.

Until one quest brought him the answer.

“Another day, another pocket full of money.”

Dante Sparda watched his brother land the finishing blow on the demon incandescent colossus, Goliath. The monster fell to his end as Devil Hunters huddled together and Vergil lands beside his brother.

“Now that this metaphorical dragon is out pf the way! Lets get the gold!”

A quest was brought to the head Devil hunter a few days prior to now about a mansion crawling with demons and there is said to be gold left by the man of the house after boldly summoning a portal to the demon world believing that no being exist.

“This is one big house.” The bewitching demon eyed the majestic estate. Despite the aging rocks and the roots of trees that started travelling to the fifth story, the walls remained strong and enforced.

They entered through the double doors and was welcomed with the darkness of the room but with the moonlight seeping through the dirty windows, they manage to see a piece of furniture the looks like a table but with the curve silhouette the draped clothe over it seems to resemble a coffin.

“I see no gold here.” Nico curled her arms in distaste.

“Maybe if we look around, we cold find it.”

“Not a bad idea Lady.”

Vergil remained quiet as he himself looked around the deserted estate. The objects had aged through time that it is fragile even to lightest of weight if toppled on them. But a certain pull made him walk towards the clothed furniture across the room.

Meanwhile, Dante, Nico and Nero has stumble in to another dark room but in the said space. There were five rows of with five chairs each and before it was a white screen. Like those that exist within the 1900. Those of only a movie theater would have. And behind the rows was indeed an old movie projector. One the projects film strips through a blank canvas.

“Whoa! THIS IS ANTIQUE STUFF!!”

The brown-haired tinker rushed towards the machinery. Aweing the majestic piece of the decade.

“That might be a good money! Let’s take it.”

“Have some decency!”

Vergil’s frame continued to linger before the furniture. It was at the moment that he had finally found the courage to pull off the old clothe.

---

“That should do it!” Nico’s voice rang within the walls off the small theater.

With a flick, the projector lit up as it landed toward the blank canvass across the room. Nero and Dante turned their attention to the canvass as the film rolled through the old projector.

___

A glass casket revealed itself to the half demon. But his smoldering gaze wasn’t at the casket but what—or rather who was in the said glass casket. As if at that same moment, the clouds cleared the night sky, allowing the moon beam through the window to the glass casket.

Vergil never felt such a glow.

She laid in slumber and beauty. And what was more confusing was that Vergil felt as if he new every part of her body. How it felt in his cold palms.

___

“W-what is going on?”

Dante can’t even comprehend the things that the projector was unfolding.

It all started with a flashes of a woman and man. But as it continued, it didn’t take him long to recognize the piercing eyes of his brother but what was unusual was the light in them. He’d see it in every clip, when his brother in the screen would look at the woman.

Nero can’t tear his eyes away from the canvass. The woman on it is with his father. The film revealed sides of Vergil that Dante didn’t know that existed.

___

Like running a mile, Vergil’s chest palpitated as he marveled her.

Her h/c hair glowed like silk, then came her s/c. His hands ticked as it remembered the texture of a cloud and his mother’s warmth. His hand rested upon the glass cover, eyes still pierced upon the sleeping beauty. Her lashes was neither too long nor too short. Her nose is as unique as it was. Her lips, his mouth trembled with sight of them.

With a click, his hand lifted the lid of the casket. He was enveloped with magnetizing scent of (f/f). They weren’t his favorite but somehow it did.

With itchy hands and a strong urge of touch, his skin found hers.

His mind didn’t even thought about how she remained beautiful after a millennia. Her home had somehow crumbled in time except for her.

Vergil’s frame craned over her, his cheeks unknowingly reddened. His demon crave for her lips, and so did he. She was a complete stranger and yet he was leaning forward with no care at all.

The strength of scent enters his nose more.

___

Nero doesn’t even recognize the aching of his legs from his continuous standing as his eyes was still glue upon the canvass. His eyes blurred as the scene unfold before his eyes.

A tired Y/n cradled small and frail child, her fingers caressing his white hair ever so softly. Her smile lingered on her lips like no tomorrow and as if the pain of giving birth moments ago didn’t happened. She nestled closer to the chest of the person beside her.

Vergil stared down at her with loving eyes and tears hanging by his lower lashes.

“What should we name him Vergil? He is so precious, so beautiful.” she cried.

His large calloused finger rubbed the infant’s chubby cheeks with it reaction grabbing his large pointer finger. His smile growing bigger and tear finally fell down his cheeks.

“Nero.” Y/n smiled and pressed a loving kiss on her lover’s cheek.

“You really think that he’s smart.”

“If he has you for a mother, I have no doubt my love.”

___

Air touched his face as he pull his lips away.

He remembers.

Her. Nero. His past. His beautiful life.

“Vergil.”

Not needing to look, he allowed himself to be buried on her warmth. Y/n’s arms circled around her husband’s shoulders.

“Welcome home beloved.”

I hope you liked it.

P.S. Carla Jaeger is an angel!

[gumnut-logic]

Planes, Custard Tarts & Frog Cakes

Title: Planes, Custard Tarts & Frog Cakes

Authors: @i-am-chidorixblossom​  & @gumnut-logic​

11 Mar 2020

Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS

Rating: Teen

Summary: Sometimes the coercion has to be subtle. Scott can, on occasion, be exactly that.

Word count: 1692

Spoilers & warnings: None

Timeline: Whenever

Author’s note: Gumnut and ChidoriXblossom accidently role played a fic. This is the result.

Disclaimer: Ours? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother.

-o-o-o-

“Damn it, Virg, sit down!”

“I’m fine, Scott.  There’s work to be done.”

“It can wait.”

“It doesn’t need to.  I can manage.”

Scott rolled his eyes. “But you don’t have to. Give your body a chance to heal, for goodness sake. What is the hurry?”

A scowl.  “There isn’t one.  But I’m bored and I’ve got the time.  Might as well use it and take some of the pressure off Brains.”

Scott threw up his hands. “Do I have to make it an order?”

The faintest twitch of a smirk touched Virgil’s lips.  “You can try, but seeing as I’m off duty, technically I don’t have to follow it.”

Scott’s lips thinned. “So, if I was the one running around in a sling, I could do whatever I wanted just because I was bored?”

Virgil let out a short sigh and turned back to his toolbox.  “Considering all the stupid stunts you pull you can’t judge.”  He frowned.  “And I’m not ‘running around’.  I’d just rather be doing something useful than sitting wasting the day away.”

Scott looked away a second only to return his focus to Virgil a moment later. “Okay, sure, but something less physical?” He grabbed for an example. “What about your painting? This is an opportunity to spend some decent time in the studio. Something a little less strenuous than working in the hangars.”

It was Virgil’s turn to roll his eyes.  He appreciated what his brother was trying to do, he really did.  He just didn’t have the patience for it right now.  Pain always made him cranky and Scott was starting to push his buttons.

“It doesn’t work like that. I have to be in the right frame of mind to paint.”  The tension from their argument was starting to make his shoulder ache.  Virgil downed his tool and had a tentative rub at the suffering joint.  “Look, can we not fight about this?  I’m really not in the mood.”

Scott fell quiet a moment, but his eyes did not leave his brother. “What are you planning to do?”

Virgil turned to face him and leaned back against his box.  “Painkillers are wearing off.  I’ll take a break if you relax and stop worrying.”  It was a compromise.  Scott could take it or leave it.

Blue flickered. “Join me in the lounge?”

Virgil relented. “Fine.  Just for a little while though.”

Scott didn’t grin, but he did reach out and squeeze Virgil’s undamaged shoulder gently. “C’mon, I’ll even let you have the remote.” With a bit of luck a fresh dose of painkillers would have Virgil snoozing against his shoulder on the couch.

That got a slight smile out of the younger brother.  “Wow, I feel spoiled.  Gordon never got that.”

The tension eased from his shoulders but the pain remained, and Virgil walked in step with his big brother over to the elevator and back up to the villa.

When they reached the comms room, Scott grabbed the remote, almost chucked it to his brother, before realising exactly what he was doing, and handed it over instead. “Got your pills?”

“They’re with the first aid kit in the kitchen cabinet.  I need to take them with food.”  A thought suddenly crossed his mind.  “I think there are some goodies left over that Kayo brought from that bakery in Adelaide.”

Scott stared a moment. “The Balfours? You mean they survived Gordon and Alan? How did you manage that?” He waved his brother towards the couch. “You sit. I’ll grab. Find us something to watch.”

With a chuckle Virgil did as he was told.  He stole a few extra cushions from the other sofas and got himself settled comfortably. His shoulder was still protesting at the movement, but other than a faint hiss through his teeth he stayed quiet. No sense in worrying Scott more than he was already.

Scott trotted downstairs to the kitchen and got his hands on the necessary pills before throwing open the refrigerator and basically pulling everything out of it, including what had to be the remains of two-week-old Chinese takeaway. Ugh, Gordon was disgusting. It hit the recycling bin with a thud. But yes, right at the very back in a bag labelled coolant tubes in Virgil’s calligraphic handwriting, he found two custard tarts and two cakes in the shape of frogs. Placing them carefully on the counter, he threw everything back into the fridge and grabbing his bounty, bounded back up the stairs.

Virgil had found something to watch by that point, a show featuring vintage aircraft with the presenter getting a tour of a hangar full of them over in the States.  Scott liked anything to do with planes and it was interesting from an engineering standpoint for Virgil, so it was a win win. He wasn’t in the mood for a movie, wanting to get back to work after this little break.  Better to avoid getting tied into a three-hour blockbuster.

When Scott joined him on the sofa Virgil grinned at the paper bakery bag.  So, his little trick had worked, huh?  Excellent.  “I call dibs on the green one.”

Scott raised an eyebrow at his brother. “You’re welcome to it.” He held out the painkillers as he sat down beside his brother. “Take your drugs.” He stared at the holoprojector. “Is that a P51 Mustang?”

Virgil accepted the pills and popped a few into his mouth, swallowing them down quickly before he reached for his green cake.  “P-51D, yeah. This guy has just finished restoring it apparently.  I think they’re going to show the test flight later.”  He bit into his cake and resisted the urge to groan.  Damn, they always tasted so good.  Perfect way to mask the slightly icky aftertaste of those awful painkillers.

Scott absentmindedly grabbed a custard tart. “You think we’ve got room for one of those in the hangars?”

Virgil eyed him curiously. “I’m sure I could make space near Two. Why?  You wanting to try your hand at restoration?”

“No, just want to fly one.”

Virgil shook his head fondly.  “Thought so. I’ll see what I can do about making enough space.”  He finished his cake and then slouched back a little on the sofa.  Spending time like this with Scott when he wasn’t stressing and giving himself grey hairs was one of Virgil’s favourite pastimes.  It was rare these days for the two of them to get enough downtime to just chill and hang out.  The world had such high demands for them.

Scott slouched a little himself as the documentary wandered through the history of the plane and its contribution to WWII. He liked its lines. It had a vague echo of his ‘bird in its silhouette. “Would you be interested in restoring one?”

Virgil shrugged with his one good shoulder, head resting against the back of the sofa.  “Wouldn’t say no.  It’s a piece of history that deserves to be remembered.”  He turned a little towards his brother.  “But it would mean I’m down in the hangar even more, and you just dragged me out of there.”

Scott rolled his eyes. “Not right now. Sometime in the future.” He shifted where he sat. “I just thought it might be something we could do together. You know, for fun.” Now why did he suddenly feel awkward?

Virgil smiled and nudged him gently.  “I’m winding you up.  It does sound like fun.”  He turned back to the holoprojector and relaxed.  Stifled a yawn.  Was he really that tired or was it just the painkillers starting to kick in?  Virgil didn’t want to sleep.

“You gonna eat your tart? Now it is out of the bag, it is fair game for the others. John’s down tomorrow and you know what he’s like with free reign of the refrigerator.” Full belly, painkillers, his brother didn’t stand a chance.

A heavy hand rubbed at Virgil’s face, mussing the front of his hair a little.  “Nah, I’m good.  He’s welcome to it.”  He’d actually had a decent breakfast this morning and the frog cake had been a special treat.  The tart would just be greed.  “I want to get back to work shortly.  If I eat too much, I’ll feel sick.”

He shifted a little, more towards Scott, taking a bit more pressure off his bad shoulder.  The gravitational pull of the sofa and his brother’s shoulder was getting closer without Virgil even realising.

Of course, that was the very moment the documentary came to an end, but Virgil had obviously started the projector up on his own account, because the autoplay switched over to something musical. A piano began to play. Scott went from mental cursing to a hesitant hope within seconds. His eyes darted surreptitiously in his brother’s direction in the hope he would stay put.

If it was a battle of wills between staying awake and falling asleep, it was obvious which side was winning.  Virgil’s eyes were drooping to half-mast now, the remote in his good hand nearest Scott slowly slipping from his grasp.  The meds were heavy duty, quick to take down the normally strong and stubborn Tracy before he could put up much of a fight.  The music floating through the air helped too, as did the warmth emanating from Scott when Virgil’s head finally came down completely onto his shoulder. Just as predicted.  A minute later and he was out, body grasping the chance to rest and heal with the quieting of an overactive mind.  A faint mumble, wordless and without meaning, then nothing but deep steady breaths.

Scott couldn’t help but smile. Gentle fingers caught the remote before it could hit the floor, the volume dropped just a little before he placed it on the side table. A glance at his sleeping brother, another smile as Scott shifted just enough to get comfortable for a long haul. He grabbed his tablet, sent John a quick text with details to warn all other family members off the comms room unless there was an emergency and opened up the paperwork he had been avoiding for the last week. As Virgil began to snore, Scott just smiled more.

-o-o-o-

FIN.

[haltandcatchfiretothemax]

FEMSLASH FEBRUARY 2020 #18: In which Cameron and Donna discuss formal wear

[CN: gender non-conformity and related bodily discomfort with gendered clothing]

Ed’s note: @dealanexmachina sent me a prompt, and this is what I hope will be the first of many ‘sharing clothes’ fics! 

It was November of 1995, and Cameron and Donna had tacitly agreed to ease off the still unspoken romantic tension between the two of them as best as they could. It was easier than either of them thought it would be; there were holidays and also Donna’s birthday to celebrate, there was plenty of work to be done, and for Donna, that included finishing planning her second annual gala for ‘women in tech.’

As they sat down for another nightly work date, Donna slid an engraved invitation across the table to Cameron, who panicked slightly as soon as she saw it. “Look, there’s no pressure, but you’re welcome to join us,” Donna said. “And you don’t have to worry, because I’ll be putting a protective barrier around the entire perimeter of the pool.”

“I just don’t have anything to wear, to something like this,” Cameron frowned.

“Well, you could always borrow something of mine,” Donna offered. Then, pointedly, she said, “you’re not that much taller than I am. And everything I have is tailored for me to wear with heels.” When Cameron didn’t respond, still staring down at the invitation, Donna said, “I mean I could also buy something for you to wear. Or what, would that be weird? Too Pretty Woman?”

Cameron sighed, and then, looked sideways at Donna. “Pretty Woman? In what universe am I any Julia Roberts character? Or a pretty woman?”

Donna smiled at her. “I think the general consensus is that you’re a lot more than a pretty woman.” Cameron didn’t respond. Donna said, “Look, I won’t be offended if you don’t want to attend the party, I know you don’t love them. But I’d hate for you to miss out just because you don’t have an outfit, so, I’m happy to help with that, if you’d like. That’s all I’m saying.”

Cameron thought about it for a second, and then she said, “Do you really think you might have something that wouldn’t be completely ridiculous on me?”

“I think we could at least look,” Donna grinned encouragingly.

Fifteen minutes later, they were standing together in Donna’s walk-in closet. Cameron looked around, and thought about how the small space seemed like the perfect size for an apartment, as Donna flipped through her dresses. “Here,” she said, grabbing one of her hangers, which naturally was a luxe-looking cedar hanger with silk padding on it. 

She held the dress up in front of Cameron, and then pulled it back and held it up in front of her so Cameron could look at it. “Maybe a sleeveless sheath dress, like this? It’s not too short, and it’s not overly revealing.” 

It was a deep red, and looked very narrow. Trying and failing to sound optimistic, Cameron said, “It looks like it could be tolerable.”

“Alright, then!” Donna grinned. “I’ll let you try it on.” She went back out into her bedroom.

Apprehensively, Cameron kicked off her shoes, and pulled off her tee-shirt and jeans. She stepped into the dress, which was stiffer and longer than she expected it to be, and pulled it on. She reached behind her for the zipper, but found that she couldn’t move it. She straightened her body out, smoothed the dress down, tried again, but didn’t have any more luck with it. She sighed. Holding it closed behind her as if it were a hospital gown, she went out into Donna’s room.

Donna jumped up from her bed, “Here, let me get the zipper. Actually, here, no, go back,” she ushered Cameron back into her closet. She positioned Cameron in front of her full length mirror, and carefully tugged the zipper upward. She stopped three quarters of the way up, and moved Cameron’s hair out of the way, putting it over her shoulder, and then zipped it the rest of the way. “There,” she said. “What do you think?”

Cameron looked in the mirror, face turning as red as the dress. Then she said, “This looks the kind of dress that requires heels.”

“If you really like how you look in it, you could wear it with flats. Especially at your height.”

Shrewdly, Cameron said, “But an actual, functional, normal, woman wouldn’t right? She’d wear it with heels? Or, she’d know that that’s what she’s supposed to do.”

“As an actual, functional, though I guess maybe not entirely but mostly normal woman I’m not sure I agree, but, I do see your point,” Donna said. She looked at Cameron’s reflection again. “You could get away with it though.”

“It really looks okay, otherwise?” Cameron asked.

Incredulous, Donna balked, “ Are you kidding? It looks great on you.”

Cameron pursed her lips. “I think your waist is smaller than mine, it feels tight.”

“It doesn’t feel snug,” Donna said, carefully feeling Cameron’s near her ribcage. 

Cameron’s breath caught in her chest. “I guess it’s psychosomatic, then, it just feels too constricting. Like, it’s constricting my will to live, or something.” She tugged at the neckline, which, being a boatneck silhouette, was nowhere near her throat. 

Donna started to laugh at her, and Cameron fussed at her, “Well I’m glad you think my diminishing will to live is funny, Donna.”

Donna shook her head, “No, it isn’t, I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing because I….” Donna managed to stop before saying that she loved Cameron, took a breath, and then said, “Because I like you. And I like how odd you are, and that you say things like that about clothes.”

Cameron forgot about the dress, and how uncomfortable she felt. “I like you too, Donna. Thanks for getting it even though you don’t really get it or hate having to pick clothes like I do.” 

A sliver of Cameron’s chest was visible, and Donna’s eyes drifted down to it. She could see that it was starting to turn red. “Okay, let me unzip you,” she said, pulling the zipper back down. 

Cameron started to slip the dress off, and felt a moment of overwhelming relief, and then remembered that Donna was there, and panicked slightly. Arms out of the dress, she held it in front of her chest, and watched Donna look for another one for her to try. 

“This is a lot looser, but it might be a little short,” Donna said, bringing over a long dark green dress. She offered it to Cameron, who took it without any further question, mostly so that Donna would leave, and she could stop being half un-dressed.

The green dress was long, and had a deep v neckline, it was a wrap dress with loose kimono-looking sleeves that sort of looked like a very long button-down shirt. It was infinitely more comfortable than the red dress, but Cameron still couldn’t shake the idea that it looked ridiculous, that she was ridiculous.

“Cam?” Donna asked a few minutes later. She slowly stepped back into her closet, and stopped next to Cameron, in front of the mirror. “This looks like it fits you.”

Cameron frowned at her. “Dresses just, feel weird. They always have.”

The dress looked perfectly fine, but Donna could see that Cameron looked miserable. Shrugging gently, Donna said, “Well, you could wear pants? There’s no rule against them, or not at my party, anyway.”

Cameron’s frown deepened. “So like, a pant suit?” 

Donna’s face contorted in horror. “Lord, no. Even if that did suit you, it’d be too old for you. Dress your age cuts both ways, you don’t dress too young, but you don’t age yourself with your clothes, either.” She noticed the red dress, which Cameron had put back on its hanger and hung on the door, and grabbed it, and took it back to its usual spot.

“It’s not like I’m young, Donna,” Cameron chuckled.

Donna paused in the middle of taking a last look through her collection to roll her eyes. “You’re not even 35 yet! That just sounds old because people are obsessed with this ridiculous notion that we’re our most beautiful in our 20s, and that success only counts if you get it while you’re young and hot, when none of that makes sense.”

“i guess if I’d believe that from anyone, I’d believe it from you,” Cameron grinned tentatively. “You have definitely gotten hotter and also happier, and wiser with age and success.” 

Donna felt her face warm, and felt relieved that her back was to Cameron. She glanced nervously over her shoulder at her. 

“I’m sorry if I shouldn’t have said that,” Cameron fretted. 

“No, it’s okay,” Donna joked, trying to sound calm. Mock seriously, she looked back at Cameron again from her clothes rack and said, “It’s the objective truth.”

Wryly, Cameron said, “You’ve also gotten more modest.”

Donna smiled proudly at her large closet full of expensive clothes, and then she said, “Well, I guess next stop is off the rack, so, department store? You could buy something and have it tailored.”

Wearily, Cameron sighed, “It’s not that I don’t have anything to wear, it’s like…it’s always felt like nice clothes for me don’t exist. Not that I’m totally unique or anything, but I mean, people like me. It’s not as simple as, ‘oh, put on pants then,’ because suits, tuxedos, whatever, none of it looks right on me.” She gently gathered up the dress, pulled it this way and that awkwardly. “None of it feels right. Men’s wear never really fits right, but dresses, like, they make me feel like something is wrong with my body.” She dropped the dress, and slouched unhappily.

Donna looked at her for a moment, and scratched her chin pensively. Putting her other hand on her hip, she gently said, “I think I might be having some kind of idea.” She looked Cameron up and down, and then said, “I wonder if Risa and/or her partner have a tailor that they could recommend? Or maybe they could help in some other way.”

Cameron blushed, mostly because it sounded like some kind of possible, workable solution. Quietly, she said, “Yeah, maybe.”

“I’ll call Risa tomorrow,” Donna said, putting her other hand on her hip. “Uh, for now, do you wanna change back into your clothes and get back to work?”

“God, yes,” Cameron said. Then she said, “I still might just, you know, stay home and wash my hair the night of the party. If things don’t work out with Risa and her hypothetical tailor.”

“That’s okay,” Donna smiled. She put her hands in the pockets of her sweatshirt “I still have hope though. I still remember how you looked when I first saw you. You were wearing a men’s tank top and green army pants, and without underwear.”

Exasperated, Cameron argued, “I was wearing underwear, Donna. Or well…okay, no, I wasn’t wearing a bra, but I was wearing underpants.”

Donna laughed at her again. “Yeah, well, either way, I thought you looked great. If you can look that good in a tank top and army pants, there’s gotta be something more formal out there for you.”

Cameron blushed again, and fiddled with the sash on the dress. “I guess anything is possible.”

[mobius-prime]

232. Sonic the Hedgehog #164

The Darkest Storm (Part Three): Downburst

Writer: Ian Flynn Pencils: James Fry Colors: Jason Jensen

With Naugus and Mogul having teamed up, backed up by both of their respective groups of minions, the Freedom Fighters' task to get the Sword and Crown of Acorns back has just gotten a lot harder. Fiona calls out to Sonic that she wants to finish this quickly, and Sonic takes his chance to quip in Sally's direction that he never disappoints a lady, "present company excluded," a comment which just exasperates her though he merely notes in reply that he's just happy to see her back out in the thick of things once again. Sonic and Elias charge Mogul, distracting him and allowing Sonic to grab the crown off his head, but when he tries to give it back to Elias they're both shocked painfully by a surge of energy from the crown. Mogul gloats that the Source has been permanently corrupted to only respond to his own influence, and Sir Connery, outraged, charges forward to engage Mogul in single combat. I can't stress enough that at this point, someone's weird horse fetish (looking at you, Fry) is on full display, as Connery's clothing is strategically damaged to show off his rippling bicep muscles and the manly glare he gives Mogul as he strains to thrust his sword in his direction. It… lacks even the slightest modicum of subtlety. Sonic tries to rush forward to help, but Mogul traps him in a fist made of rock, ensuring that he and Connery can duel it out one on one. However, it turns out Connery didn't even need Sonic's help anyway, because he's got a cool magic sword and the power of righteousness on his side!

With that, Sir Connery's body disappears in a puff of ash, leaving his empty clothing tatters behind. Merlin sadly informs everyone that he used his own life force as a conduit for the energy surge that was able to destroy the sword and crown at once, eliminating the final remnant of the Source of All from this world. A furious Mogul tries to insist he still holds immeasurable power even without the sword, but a voice suddenly booms out over Knothole from the sky, claiming that it does as well. Eggman's fleet of airships has arrived, and within an instant, they blast every member of the opposing team - Mogul, Naugus, the Destructix, and Uma's children. The Freedom Fighters are left shocked at the sudden and total annihilation of their opposition, and prepare for a battle, but turns out they needn't bother.

Look at it, indeed! You would be a complete fool not to attempt to do so at this very moment, when Knothole is vulnerable and its fighting force is already exhausted. But, of course, if Eggman enacted a sudden and decisive victory over his foes right now, then we wouldn't have a comic, would we? And so, Eggman willingly falls victim to the most fatal of villainous flaws, and leaves, intending to return soon on his own terms when conquering Knothole will actually present him with a bit of a challenge. The Freedom Fighters are left to clean up the mess left behind, and give what's left of Sir Connery a proper burial in Knothole's small cemetery. Elias tries to say something in remembrance, but finds that the grief is a bit too much.

Sonic's words reinvigorate Elias, and he gives an impressive speech on the spot, stating that Knothole and its kingdom will aspire to be as brave as Connery was in his final moments, and that his Sword of Light will be passed down the Acorn line as the new royal heirloom. Man, all this would be way more inspiring if Sir Connery appeared in more than four issues and had any personality traits beyond "medieval-esque knight." Sonic, Merlin, Tails, and Knuckles all walk together, discussing how even without the Ancient Walkers, they still have their three chosen successors - Aurora, Athair, and Merlin himself. Their spirits are raised by the thought, but darker things are going down back in New Megaopolis.

…you know, the Egg Grapes may be horrible, awful torture devices and all, but I can't say I really feel bad for anyone stuck in them right now. Well, maybe Uma's children given that apparently they're all still just acting on instinct from their mother's imprinting, but hell, they threw their lot in with Naugus, so I can't really bring myself to care that much. Eggman leaves the room… which gives Anonymous some time to ruminate. You see, their plan went exactly as they hoped, with the sole exception of Sonic's survival. Eggman is now the ultimate power on the face of Mobius, poised to be able to truly win this war and take over everything. A silhouette reminiscent of Robotnik appears on A.D.A.M.'s screen… and the voice of A.D.A.M. quietly reveals himself to be Anonymous, orchestrating everything while hiding in plain sight. That's right, A.D.A.M. has been Anonymous all along! If this seems kind of out of the blue and like it wasn't really planned from the beginning, well, that's because it wasn't. Apparently Romy Chacon had originally intended for a resurrected Robotnik to be Anonymous, but clearly that didn't pan out, and Ian decided to make it A.D.A.M. instead. Far more interesting for Eggman to be betrayed from within, if you ask me, and furthermore, I'm glad that they haven't actually brought the original Robotnik back permanently. It's not often a series' main villain actually dies for real, only to be replaced by someone even worse - I feel like it would just cheapen things to suddenly bring back the original Robotnik for some more shenanigans.

(Unnamed Story)

Writer: Ian Flynn Pencils: Tracy Yardley! Colors: Josh & Aimee Ray

What? Again?! Yes, just like before, we have another unnamed story! Now, given what the name of the story preceding it in the previous issue was, we can easily deduce that the name of this story was meant to be "Sonic Riders (Part 2 of 2)", but the title never actually appears anywhere in the story itself, so out of principle (and spite) I'm leaving its name blank here. Sonic returns to Knothole after his encounter with the Babylon Rogues, battered and exhausted from having lost his fight with them. Tails and Knuckles are concerned, but he brushes them off, saying only his pride is truly wounded and revealing their plans to attack Knothole tomorrow.

Again, I have to point out how strange and out of nowhere all this is, given that in the game these three only get into Extreme Gear riding in the first place after entering Eggman's competition. Like, Tails just suddenly made some airboards at the exact same time that the Babylon Rogues showed up on boards of their own? Suuure. Well, using them to allow the other Freedom Fighters to keep up with Sonic is a good idea at least. The next morning finds the Rogues waiting in the forest outside Knothole, wondering if Sonic plans to show up, though Jet is certain he won't given how badly they beat him yesterday. However, of course he chooses that moment with Tails and Knuckles in tow, and a furious Jet begins to race with him, planning to trash Knothole purely on principle now and determined to prove that he's the fastest thing alive, not Sonic. The six quickly pair off with their respective foils, with Knuckles and Storm trading punches, Wave and Tails trying to outfly and outsmart one another, and Jet and Sonic focusing on pure speed. And then… it ends! Again with this lack of closure, Ian! The final page even invites readers to "play Sonic Riders on your favorite console" to find out who wins this race, despite such a "race" never taking place in the game.

The good news is that after this arc, Ian seemed to have realized how disappointing and odd these non-adaptions are, and in future issues dropped them in favor of non-canon pre-adaptions called "In Another Time, In Another Place" that essentially act as short ads for upcoming games. These take place, as the name suggests, in an alternate reality much closer to that of the games, and as such aren't considered canon within the preboot universe, thus this blog won't be covering them. That said, as I mentioned before, altered versions of some games are considered to have happened at some point within this universe, such as both Sonic Rush games. Sonic '06 is a particularly interesting case, as while Ian apparently confirmed that it did happen in the preboot 'verse and small references to characters and locations from the game are included in future issues, the very nature of the game's storyline means that everything that happened in it was erased from the timeline regardless. This does mean, however, that Silver, arguably the most important new character to be introduced in said game, exists in this universe, though we won't be seeing him for some issues yet. Don't worry though - when he does appear, he really shines!

[darkmindsotome]

A Case of Jealousy

Ikevamp long/short of my little OC and Arthot. 

Warning: This descends into debauchery(smut). **Please read responsibly.**

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A case of Jealousy

Opulent was a word that only touched the peak of this 19th-century excuse for a house party. The ballroom was full of people rubber necking and brown-nosing their way around the room. If you ignored the scale of it this was nothing unusual even in the 21st century. 

Keeping her back straight in her gown provided by the Comte she stood next to her escort for the evening, smiling pleasantly at the approaching well-wishers hoping that her desire to yawn was suppressed enough to not show.

“Pardon Aerion. I had hoped to provide you with a much more relaxed stay but it appears…” The Comte spoke softly just loud enough for only her to hear.

“Work intervenes? You have no need to apologise Comte. If I were back in my own time, I would still have had this kind of event to attend.” She smiled and tried to ignore the enquiring looks she felt from behind. It didn’t matter how many times she had attended things like this it seemed the locals still wished to observe her as some sort of curio in a cabinet.

“You are too kind. However, I still feel responsible for all of this. Allow me to grant you a day off tomorrow.” He returned his attention to another approaching well-wisher, his words hanging in the air as if subtitles were on pause. Elegantly he extended his hand and polite affirmation at another guest. Their conversation had continued in this fashion all evening.

“Ordinarily I might be inclined to politely refuse your suggestion but I fear my feet may have other ideas after tonight so I graciously accept on their behalf.” Aerion gave her light-hearted acceptance. There was no denying the Comte and his generosity. The gowns, shoes, accessories had all arrived at her room as if by the magic that was Sebastian. The quality of such things was unequivocal to anything she had in her time.

“Mais bien sûr. Ah, pardon. I see someone I had business with ce soir. I hate to leave you unattended.” The Comte had a pained look on his face as he spoke.

“Please I’ll be fine I’ll just get a drink and wait for you to return.” Her attempt to reassure the man was met with his apologetic expression softening. His golden eyes that sometimes seemed so expressive with unspoken emotions like deep lost pools of thought appeared warmer right now. His lips bowed into a charming smile.

“You could also enjoy some of the food.” He indicated the sublimely displayed tables of finger food set out at the far side of the room.

“In this corset?” Her quip was partly true. The food did indeed look delicious but she was acutely aware of the whale boning stitched tightly into the fabric that was compressing her insides. It did give her body a much better silhouette in the gown but that did not mean she was comfortable.

“Très bien merci Aerion.” The Comte gave a small low chuckle as he placed a brief kiss on the back of her hand and left her side, cutting his way towards his intended business of the evening.

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His hand cramped whilst still holding his pen signally that it was time to stop. He had been writing in his room since the muse struck him at some point around lunchtime. He remembered the brief interruption from the mansion’s latest guest arriving with a glass of rouge to sate his hunger. Curious creature that she was he couldn’t deny it was exhilarating to have such back and forth with her during their conversations. She tended to broach a desire to not take part in extreme displays of idiocy but she was also not a total wet blanket.

He had found himself drawn to her when she had taken to traversing the library in search of nightly reading material. This was by no means strange, but the topics she had decided to choose from had piqued his interests. Thickly bound texts on philosophy, mythology and even more intriguing were the works of psychology she had added to her borrowed literature. He hadn’t seen someone devour a book in such a fashion outside of the study hall in school. Stretching his arms above his head the desire to go in search of coffee struck. Removing his reading glasses and placing them on top of his new manuscript Arthur rolled his head to ease the stiffness in his neck.

His short jaunt to the kitchen caused him to develop a bounce to his step as the idea that he might see the pretty little skirt there with her arms submerged in soapy suds cleaning the dishes from dinner. How would she react to him sliding up behind her and whispering a greeting in her ear? He would probably resemble a drowned rat afterwards but it would be worth it.

Aerion was a woman out of her time, displaced if you would prefer to use the term. Unlike the residents of the manor who were now not really part of time, in a mortal sense anyway. He could remember how Napoleon had attempted to hide her on her arrival and chuckled. As if you could hide such a rarity. He had spoken lightly in jest as was his habit. But somewhere along the way with all their bickering and bantering he had found himself even more aware of his eyes following the woman. Her short white hair, jauntily styled to one side of her face revealed all of her neck. She seemed oblivious to what such a sight could provoke in an establishment such as this. How the open show of vulnerability might cause the inner beast to stir.

She was quick-witted with a sharp tongue at times. Her eyes had a way to pin you to the spot that could rival the Comte if she so desired. It was certainly a thrill to have the luxury of their little daily interactions in his extended life span. His pace increased without his noticing and when he came at last to the kitchen doors he did find someone in there doing dishes as he had thought but it was the wrong human.

“Good Evening Sebastian.”

“Arthur.” Sebastian glanced over at the new arrival who sauntered into the kitchen making a beeline for the coffee-making paraphernalia. “You seem happy.”

“Tonight is a good night. I managed to put an end to that accursed tale. Only one thing could improve my mood further. Where is the enchanting Governess?” Arthur busied himself with the coffee bean grinder, cranking its handle releasing the fresh raw scent of the ground beans into the air.

“Aerion is with le Comte attending a ball.” Sebastian’s reply was matter of fact. His attention had returned to the dishes in the basin.

“Ball? Not that tediously dull one that he was talking about at dinner last week?” Arthur placed the powder into the french press waiting on the hot water to boil.

“The very same. He had made arrangements for her to attend with him, I delivered her gown myself.”

“I see. Well, well.” Arthur’s hand stilled momentarily as he poured the water allowing it to aerate with the coffee grounds enough to become the perfect brew. 

He had a few pleasures left in his life. Coffee, fudge and women. The latter had become something akin to habit lately. He had found himself conversing with the pretty little things in the city only to discover his interest wanting. There was something stirring and he recognised enough of it to know it wasn’t going to change without intervention. 

“I’ll be stepping out for a time Sebastian.” Arthur placed the lid on the coffee pot and turned on his heel marching out of the room.

“Very well. What about your coffee?” Sebastian arched his brow noting the sudden shift in demeanour from Arthur.

“You have it!”

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Roughly ten minutes. That was how long it took for her to attract attention perched on a chair provided by a wall in the ballroom and rather, unfortunately, it was also how long she had been listening to a young man’s babbling as he recounted numerous anecdotes of his travelling outside of the city as he in his own words “experienced the spice of life.”

This basically meant he was a historical version of a modern era young adult who had taken a gap year and a job where ever he could find it as he dicked around the Dordogne, or whatever the 19th-century equivalent was for one of those holidays that was essentially one excuse after another to chase temptation in all its forms.

“… And then the owner of the vineyard.” The young man’s energetic delivery of the same thing repeated was becoming a source of a growing headache. She maintained eye contact with a detached non-committal smile on her face but inwardly was calculating how long it would be till the Comte came back and saved her. There was a lull in his talking indicating a required response from her.

“Fascinating. I have to say I really enjoy travelling myself. Tuscany sounds a little similar.”

“Oh! You enjoy travelling too? Perhaps I should invite you on my next trip.” The smile that flashed over his expression did little more than add to her rapidly increasing desire to just leave the party. Her eyebrow twitched as she silently cursed herself for walking right into that one.

“I wouldn’t hold your breath…” She muttered into her wine as she tilted the glass back.

“Pardon?”

“I said I was curious about the depth. The ocean looks so vast and dark when you go to the coast but I don’t think I’ve ever been close enough to answer the question.” She was certainly tired. The man in front of her was becoming more and more intoxicated either by the flow of alcohol he was guzzling or by the rarity of having someone be polite enough to fake interest in his tales of youthful debauchery.

“You are so charming. We really should find out and whilst we are discovering the answer to that question we could find the answers to other things as well no?” His hand reached out towards hers that was resting on her lap. There was no attempt to hide behind a mask about anything of the things he was considering. His body was beginning to draw closer but before she could do anything about it she felt his hand leave hers as his body was guided with force away from her.

“There you are Aerion. Wouldn’t you know this place is so large I quite lost you for a time? Careless of me.”

“Arthur?”

He was an unlikely rescuer to be sure. He wasn’t a bad guy really but compared to the rest of the men in the mansion there was just something about him that always seemed to flip that switch in her. The one that usually prevented that inner snark from tumbling from her like a waterfall.

“You two are together? I had no idea. You never said you were with someone.” The young man was flustered. His desire to shift blame was evidence of that. But that wasn’t what had caught her attention.

Arthur was being unusually threatening. She could feel the intimidation rolling off him as he smiled at the other man, placing his body as if to shield her.

“Well, now you know. Poor form dear boy to try to go after someone else’s partner.” His blue eyes reflected the ice in his voice. The nonchalant attitude he usually possessed seemed to have abandoned him completely.

“Your what now?” She couldn’t help but voice confusion. Arthur was a terrible flirt and an incorrigible tease but whatever they had had not progressed past that since her arrival. He was a decent drinking partner and conversationalist in the long evenings where she found she couldn’t sleep. But when had I become “his”?

“Pardon monsieur. I really had no idea.” The terrified young man freed himself from Arthur’s grip and scuttled away into the crowd.

“Arthur? What do you think you are doing?” Aerion enquired drawing his cold eyes from the direction of the rapidly retreating man to hers.

“That’s my line. Were you intent to let such a man lay his hands on you?” Arthur rounded on her now. It was predatory and completely different from the Arthur she knew.

“Of course, I wasn’t!”

“Really? I have to wonder. The evidence such as it is would suggest otherwise.” His face softened a fraction as he elegantly scooped up her hand that had been held by the other man. Tracing his long fingers over it, his thumb rubbing her palm in circles.

“Well, the “evidence” as you call it is wrong.” Her reassuring denial seemed to fall on deaf ears and as she attempted to retrieve her hand from the ticklish feeling of his fingers tracing her skin only to have his grip shift to clamp around her wrist.

“Ho, ho. So, we have a mystery on our hands? What jolly good luck then that you have me to help discover the truth.” He firmly pulled her arm making her rise from her chair and almost tumble into his chest.

“Arthur!”

“Come along. Unless you would prefer, I conduct my investigation systematically with an audience?” It was difficult to tell if that was another one of his little teases or not but she had no desire to test her own theory on how far Arthur would take things even in public like this. She was supposed to attend as a favour to her Host.

“The Comte…”

“Will figure out what happened. Come on now.”

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Leading her from the ballroom in a route march Arthur had said no more to her. Even after bundling her into a coach and ordering the driver to take them back to the mansion he had barely cast a single glance in her direction. The only contact they had was his strong grip from his large hand that remained wrapped around her wrist. The heat of it rose in increments that felt like standing a little too close to a naked candle flame.

If she had thought she could escape back to her room she had been gravely mistaken. Arthur opened his bedroom door dragging her in behind him and kicked it shut with such force it made the books on the shelves in there judder.

His soft lips crashed into hers stealing her cries of confusion along with the air from her crushed lungs. Whether it was from the corset or the passionate kiss it was hard to tell what had her head spinning more. The tip of his tongue traced her lips and his teeth grazed the soft velveteen skin as they nipped at her mouth teasing it open again this time more gently. For a moment her mind turned to the old adage about still waters running deep. You really couldn’t tell one hundred per cent what someone was going to do until it happened.

Her back as pressed into the thick wood door behind her. She could feel it putting pressure against her body as Arthur pushed his body flush to hers, his hands stroking all over her gown exploring her outline. Raising her hands to press against his chest seemed to draw him back into the reality of the situation enough for him to at least allow her the chance to gasp for air.

“… Why?” Her breathy whisper tickled over his skin as he pulled back to take in the view. The usually composed, practically perfect woman reduced to a slip of a girl dyed the same shade of dusky rose as her fine silk gown.

“You insist on asking questions you already know the answers to? And you call me a tease…” His mouth was back on hers before swiftly slipping to her jaw trailing innumerable feather-light kisses along it before drawing back once more rapidly devouring her mouth again. The varying attack ranging from sweet and gentle to fiery desperation had her feeling like her knees were about ready to buckle.

“Arthur…”

His name on her lips stoked the fires consuming him from the inside out more. He could feel her body slip under his hands and adjusted her, placing his knee between her legs strengthening her stability. Fingers dancing over the embroidery of the garment found the ties behind her, with a hard tug the knot came loose and so to did a carnal growl from him as the enchanting female in his arms gained enough of an upper hand with her newfound freedom to breathe to sink her own teeth into his collar bone. His hip rolled grinding his knee hard against her centre.

“Biting a vampire? How bold you are.” His low voice trickled into her ear warm as the summer sun and sweet as honey.

“Ah… you bloody tease Arthur.” She was panting in his arms returning his embrace stroke for stroke as she too ran her hands over him, their clothes becoming increasingly more dishevelled.

“If you think this is bad however are you going to handle what comes next?” There was a devilish smirk on his face as he scooped her up practically tossing her on his leather sofa.

“Huh?!” Her pale blue eyes darkened with lust were wide at the sudden change in location. Not giving her time to adjust Arthur clambered on top of her pinning her arms above her head kissing his way along the soft pale flesh of her inner arms as he made his way back to her heaving torso.

With one hand he reached around her back, his fingers lacing into the short hair on her neck pushing her forward into a strong kiss that had his tongue wrapping around hers. His hand slipping lower down each of her exposed vertebrae discovered the slackened ties to the corset and pulled them more. As the last of the tension left the fabric he managed to free her of its confides completely, relishing the sight of her delicate ethereal form spilling forth into the open air.

“Don’t just stare.” Her protests at his lingering gaze had him chuckling.

“Why? You are a rare beauty. Just my type.” He ran a single long digit from her clavicle to her naval drawing small circles on her hot skin as he looked up into those hooded eyes. “Your body really is much more honest than you are.”

“What are you even--?” Her words were cut off by his hand as it pushed past the layers of fabric gathered at her waist as easily as if they weren’t there at all. Her back arched as he toyed with her most sensitive area.

“See how wet you are? I dare say you were feeling me long before this. What a bad girl you are.” His low methodical tone coupled with his words worked too well. It had her twitching under his masterful hands, just like every other playing piece in any one of Arthur’s games he knew how to work her to his advantage. A fact that under usual circumstances was highly irritating was not the worst conclusion at the current time.

“Ah, I’m n-not…”

“Don’t worry I love bad girls. Just be honest with me and let me love you for all you are.” He slipped his weight lower flipping what was left of the skirt of the gown higher. Exposed to the elements she could do very little but watch in stunned silence as Arthur busied himself between her thighs.

His fingers dug into the swell of her hip leading her body into a change of angle that allowed his tongue to better perform its task. Time stopped when he glanced up at her from between her legs, one hand moving to run along the length of it before he sunk his fangs into the flesh there. The sudden sharp pinprick of pain quickly faded and morphed into a mind-numbing blissful fog that had her writhing happily on a wave of ecstasy. He maintained his ministrations to her core as he drank her own particular sweet brand of rouge. His mind was equally fogged as he realised how hard it was going to be to go back to drinking anything else. Her cries of pleasure had him withdraw, gazing at her wonton face. His fingers remained scissoring inside her, alternating pace and angle driving her closer to the precipice.

“You look like you want something.” His words were only answered by the increased panting of the woman lying prone on his sofa. “Tell me. Tell me Aerion what do you want?”

“Argh! Arthur…” Her groan of protest against his teasing was like sweetened poison.

“Sorry, you’ll have to speak up. I think it's an age thing, my hearing you know?” He moved his free hand to the buckle on his trousers removing them from his body with a practised hand.

“Damn you… Arthur, I want you.”

“Such sweet words. How could I ever refuse Lady’s choice?”

Dragging her towards his lap he guided himself into her an buried his length inside. She was so warm he felt as if he was going to melt as her walls clamped around him with each rock of his hips. The leather creaked beneath them and the room filled with the lusty sighs and carnal moan from each of them as they reached a crescendo that could have rivalled a Diva’s Aria.

Languidly rubbing his hands over her bare shoulders after carrying her to bed Arthur placed a gentle kiss to her nape. Causing Aerion to wriggle in his arms her buttocks brushing against him reviving his desire from moments earlier.

“Are you quite alright?”

“Mmmm, yeah. I think so.” She turned in his arms and he could see her glowing skin. “Why?”

“I just wanted to make sure you were prepared for round two.”

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[obsessionsposts]

Deadly Thorns

Warnings: Violence/mention of tortures/angst /yandere/ kidnapping etc...

Finally, the day has come to escape this wretched place where monsters lurked to swallow the light or in this case, you.

The monster was one of your allies until the darkness consumed him and turn him against you.

' Don't look at me like that,подсолнух. You know I did that to protect you from outside world you know how cruel it could be,Da'

Remembering the first day or more likely kidnapped all the way to Moscow,Russia.

Teeth gritting together,eyes burning with rage, your mind itching to make the man ,who used to be a dear friend of yours, to suffer and pay for the heinous tortures he made you partake in just because he loves you.

Dedication?

Obsession?

Disease?

Or maybe all of three above,you couldn't help but want to snap at Ivan for ruining your life as he killed everyone you truly cared for in front of you as punishment for trying to escape on earlier months.

' That's what happens when you don't listen to me,возлюбленная. Why won't you listen and love me like I do, you ungrateful brat', as he knocked you out cold and locked you down in the basements for days without food,water,and clothes to warm your self up.

At some point you contemplated suicide to see the monster of a human being suffer,cry, and be damned to loneliness for all eternity without someone to love and care for him.

Here you are, years after being the captive of Ivan today is the day you will end his tyrannical regime against you and escape him to gain access to the world and get help from other nation.

It's been six months appeasing to Russia's delusions.

Unsurprisingly, he began to treat you nicely,start to coddle, and melted at every superficial signs of affection you display.

'Oh, you want to cuddle?, come closer let me give you the biggest hug of the century', Ivan enveloped you in a bone-crushing hug,but it was warm and full of love.

Little did that poor fool knew that you were using to escape him.

Frankly, you felt bad for him for he used to be your friend and ally,but then again he took everything from you.

Freedom?

Loved ones?

Innocent lives at your expense?

Not today,Not tomorrow,Never again.

🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻

You found yourself for the first time in years to be outside in the snowy field.

Watching the snowflake landed on your hand is a nice experience; but you don't have much time til Ivan discover you're not there and god knows what will happen when he will catch you.

You will not let that happen.

Years of strive,

Years of misery,

Won't lead to nothing.

Afterwards, you contacted the best person who could get you out of this sticky situation America,known as Alfred to you.

For odd reason, you get the feeling you're not alone and someone was there with you, but you couldn't pinpoint who is it.

'Please whatever deity there is,don't let it be Ivan,or that crazy sister of his', you mused as the silhouette of Russia's mansion begins to disappear as you fared away from it hastily and cautiously unaware of the deadly eyes of the sliverette.

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"What do you mean......they're gone, you three were told to keep a watch on them while I deal with that pesky capitalist,but what do you do? You let them escape under your sight",

Ivan response was cold,collected,and even calm.

But the baltics knew better than that.

He was angry,furious,and enraged to the point that smoke were appearing from his body orifices.

What did he do?

Smile at them.

"I'll be going to get them back,you three look after the house,also tonight I'll be speaking with you,do you understand? or do you need me to bash your miserable skulls to let you understand", Came to be his response which made them shiver in their own boots as they obeyed him.

Unaware of thier actions, the Baltic let you escape to get back at Russia for a centuries of mistreatment and they hope the best for you.

Sighing they all went back to work.

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"Okay so that's where you were all this time, I knew it that commie was behind this all the time,but did anyone belive me? Nooope. But worry not,for the hero will come and help you,also stay put as I come pick you up Okie?", buzzed the phone with the all familiar jovial voice of Alfred.

"Don't worry,alfred, I could hold my grounds against Russia this time ,unlike what happend the first time, for I know his weak points and brought weapons for extra-caution"

"Atta my friend,and good luck you need it especially with that basterd commie", as your phone charger went off.

You groaned as you stayed at some cheap motel to avoid any recognition.

Laying back at the bed you begin to think about Ivan.

God, Ivan. You know I would've loved you if loved me normally.

But Instead, What did you do?

Kidnap me.

Kill anyone who interacted with me.

Torture me in different methods of tortures each time ,yet you call it a punishment cause I didn't reciprocated your feelings,or for disobeying you.

Once you were great Ivan, but what did happen to you

Unaware as tears began to roll down your cheeks as you realize you lost once a great friend to the darkness that seems to feed of your agony.

Nonetheless,you must keep determined to escape this cold hell.

Suddenly you heard a thud downstairs of the motel.

How did he ? No matter,I must leave. Good case scenario is I leave that damn motel in one piece. Worst case scenario is I shoot myself to never let him touch me again.

" (Y/n),(Y/n). I know you're here, come to me and everything would be forgiven I know you're scared,but if you come now there is no reason to be afraid. Otherwise I'll give you a reason to be afraid,Da?", the all to familiar voice of a mad man resonated through the motel.

Never again...

You jumped through the windows and landed on the ground with a few scraps on your feet.

No phone....

No food.....

A manic tailing me.... things couldn't get any better for me.

You looked back to see Russia hurling at you.

But he forgets one things you are always one step ahead as you aim your Magnum Research BFR [a gift from America before the kiddnaping fiasco].

"You've angered me plenty today First,you run away from your husband then you dare point a gun infront of me do tell me who poisoned your mind with lies against me? Is it the baltics?Or the capitalist pig? Maybe even the English basterd?", ivan replied huskily as he watched you with a wicked smile comparable to of that of the Cheshire cat.

"No one did,but you. You have killed the old me with your love only to give birth to the new me who won't be bound by your lies as well as tricks and by no means I am going to go back with you again,so you could treat me as a personal pet for pleasure. I had enough,come any closer and I don't hesitate to shoot", you spat all your pent up rage coming back to bite your tormentor.

It did effectively making him more than enraged.

Good. The more reason to take advantage of him in such state whereas he can't think a straight.

"It's adorable how you think you can fight me I'll have to fix this attitude of yours when I get you back,plus here meet an old acquaintance of yours the metal pipe of pain you remember him don't you", as soon as he was about to knock you out with his pipe ; you shot his right arm and left leg which elicited a grunt of pain and he fell down which gave you a few minutes to run away in which you did.

Ivan looked at you madly as he watched your shadow fade away from his view as he punched his fist toward the ground.

"черт возьми, Soon enough you will be one with mother Russia and we together for all eternity argh", Ivan smile thoroughly at the thought as he held his scarf against his wounds.

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"Is that really you (N/n)? I can't really believe it", Alfred brought close to him and held you tight.

"Long time no see, tell me how are you and the others are fairing",you replied raspy drained of all energy reasonably after what occurred today.

"Good, you don't know how long we have searched for you we thought you're dead but thank god it isn't the case and gotta say you handled the commie pretty well nothing less to expect from you,now let's go", he offered his hand to get on his copter.

Which you accepted the offer and let him leas you to the copter.

It was all worth it in the end,

Despite the damaged psyche you are finally free from your cage,

From the darkness that kept you there,

From the monster you once called a friend.

Your tyranny has ended, Ivan.

It's a shame how things ended like this.

In another reality, we could've been friends or maybe lovers and soon to be wed.

But you made your decision, to be a monster.

And I made mine, to be a flying bird nothing would hold me down.

Goodbye,Ivan.

Til death bring us together.

A/N: For your patience, you deserved a one-shot instead of a short story or a headcanon. Hope I delivered well and thank you for requesting. Till next time 😊

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Can I get an imagine of Teruki's crush (gender neutral) seeing him without his wig, and he's self-conscious about the bald spot. Please make it fluffy! 😊👍

rumors seek insecurities

Pairing: Reader x Teruki Hanazawa (Mob Psycho 100)

Summary: (Fluff) After the meeting with White T-poison, Teruki changes radically; he loses his past admirers but gains knowledge of his situation. His long-time crush, (Y/n), starts to be close friend with him, aware and proud of his progress. He wishes to always be besides them, but an event will make him doubtful of his confidence.

Warning: mentions of rumors & humiliation.

Word count: 2040

A/N: I got quite carried away on this one, I still hope it’s okay! (I really wanted to develop their relationship beforehand) I really hope you’ll enjoy! ♡

The rumors spread atan alarming speed since the curious news of debris floating up in the sky wasbroadcasted for the whole archipelago to know. Seasoning City was the heart ofnumerous supernatural events journalists would investigate on, but never getanswers to. Some citizens were aware and feared these happenings, but somedecided to see them as usual and not give them a second thought. It was thecase for most of Black Vinegar Middle School’s students, as one of them showedto be someone with superhuman powers; his force and capacity were unbeatable byanyone. Teruki Hanazawa was someone who you shouldn’t mess up with. Nobodycould compete the mysterious power he held; making him the most appreciated andcharismatic student of the whole school, if not of every other Seasoning City’sacademy.

His time ofacclamation was held until the delinquents started to soil his reputation,talking about how “White T-poison” played with his little game and made of hima complete fool. They all declared the strongest individual roamed around SaltMiddle School’s ground, someone with so much force he could eventually be thecause of the incident every resident of the town were concerned about. No onepresent at the scene of the battle was able to give clear answers; they wereunconscious for the most part of it, but they could affirm Teruki was laidbare, both figuratively and literally.

The main element everyonefocused their attention on was the obscure and powerful student of theneighborhood school, but nobody took notice of the sudden changes of the formermost popular teenager. He was left alone by most of his admirers, a lot of themclaiming he was just someone full of himself, ahypocrite who only wanted to show off his impressive, yet not the mightiest,capacities. His whole situationfelt unfair and completely impulsive; the amount of backlashes he receivedcould be considered harassment for (Y/n)’s eyes.

Teruki and they wereacquaintances since elementary school, occasionally telling the other greetingsand having short discussions over the small amount of school’s topics. Despitethe polite behavior the young boy displayed to them, (Y/n) never felt the urgeto know them more than a classmate. The usual cult of appreciation the otherspresented to him made them recede from learning more about their personality;his action resumed it well enough.

But the moment theysaw people loath on him, they started to make efforts for him; they noticedchanges on his personality nobody tried to apprehend. They saw him maturing up;being cognizant he is just a human; a powerful one, but still someonelike everybody else.

Ever since theystarted to initiate more discussions with the young teen, their relationshipgrew exponentially; in less than a few weeks, the two past acquaintances werealready close friends. This change did contributed greatly on Teruki’s attitudeand actions; him who has a tremendous crush on the student ever since they meetup years ago.  He obviously hid theseloving emotions away from their sight, trying to cautiously make his way intotheir precious heart by his thoughtful decisions and his elegant look.

It was still surprising to see such a suddenmodification on his physical appearance after the famous event, his hair wereabnormally long on the top of his head; the mass of hair relating to a messyhaystack. People around him would noticeand accuse the rumors of him losing his blonde, silk hair during the well-knownbattle; this eccentric hairstyle being the one of a wig.

(Y/n) didn’t listen tothese warnings; they knew better than worry for something as insignificant as ahair loss problem.  They like theirfriend for who he is, and even so, his porcelain face is still the most pleasantone they ever lead their eyes on.

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               Thestress forming through the day was slowly cleared away into one of appeasement;the soft temperature of a spring afternoon was nothing but gratification forboth of the middle school students. The sound of their shoes faintly hittingthe pavement put rhythm in the comfortable silence; the last stroll of the daywas a time of relaxation after enduring classes over classes. (Y/n) looked attheir friend from the corner of their eyes and gently smiled; they felt greatthey did the right choice to help Teruki through his isolation, the boy beingmore fascinating than they would have ever imagined.

               Theyoung boy noticed the friendly stare and adorable grin adorning their featuresand felt his heart pounding slightly harder inside its cage, he softlyreturned the gesture.

“Hey, do you think you will be ableto come at my apartment tomorrow? We can finish that group project if you’dlike.” Teru’s appeasing voice broke the silence, his friend’s expressionchanged into one of slight surprise, before their grin reappeared.

“Sure, I think I can ask my parentsfor th-“

(Y/n) was cut short bya cyclist riding straight at them at a dangerously high speed. The young student swiftlystopped their saunter and tried to save their friend from a potentially harmfulhit by pushing him. The bodies of the students thumped against the concretefences of the aligned houses, a painful sensation rapidly spreading insidetheir already drained figures. The silhouette of the man and his bike fadedinto the horizon, mumblings of an unfazed sorry vanishing into thin air.

The back of (Y/n) felta soaring ache, the tough surface of the wall scratching against their darkuniform. Glaring the way the cyclistdisappeared, the student whispered cuss words under their halting breath. Theirheart was pulsating at an agonizing fast pattern, making them feel suddenlydizzy. They breathed in and out calmly trying to evacuate the sudden rise ofadrenaline, glancing back at their close friend.

Their eyes widened atthe sight in front of them; the large amount of blonde strands on top ofTeruki’s head was now laying on the concrete ground, revealing his previouslyhidden bald scalp.

His sky blue orbs shotopen when he saw their startled expression, the unusual lack of weight on hishead alarming his now troubled mind; he knew what happened. Shame started toeat him whole, his deepest fear executed without he had the chance to stop itfrom happening. A burning feeling spread through his bruised body, the pain from the previous fallfelt like nothing to this hurtful and self-destructive sensation; he knew that now, he will never beable to be with them, all because of this disgusting truth he had to hide fromtheir dearest eyes for weeks.

Disgraceful warm tearsblurred his vision, he tried to hide the bald spot with his arms but he wasaware it was futile. He tried to push himself against the grey fence more andmore, hoping he could disappear through it if he made enough effort. (Y/n) sawthe distress of their friend and rapidly sat up; their legs flinched due totheir wounds. They cautiously staggered to his shivering form; even if therumors revealed to be true, it wasn’t a problem for them; their thoughts abouthis beauty stayed just as clear as before.

“H-Hey, Teru, look atme, please…” They pleaded, trying to find his delicate eyes behind hisdefensive arms. His body seemed to shake more furiously, the tears he held intopouring down his cheeks, crimson red from the humiliation. They kneeled downand stretched their hand to maybe appease his stressed form, but he seemedfrightened to even feel their touch; their fingers felt like scalding utensilsprepared to melt his pale skin if they dared to make contact. (Y/n)’s armretreated, a frown of deep worry now showing on their features. They had to dosomething, anything to help their friend.

“You, you shouldn’tfelt ashamed of this.” They tried to reason him in a whisper, concern showingin their voice. They glanced to the side, noticing the long wig still on theconcrete ground. “I don’t think it’s awful, or disgusting, what you’relacking.” They continued and looked back at his tense frame. They chose theirwords wisely, sometime taking pauses between sentences to take a refreshing andmuch needed breath. Teruki’s soft blue eyes opened calmly, their constant shakeof fear subsisting with time.

“I-I still thinkyou’re beautiful, inside and out, and I won’t trade you with anyone else.” Theyexplained, glad to see his stunning face completely again. His eyes shinedwith slight happiness, were they true to their words? Was he as important tothem as he always considerate them? He deeply wished it, his fist clenching hispurple blouse in anticipation.

“You’re actuallysomeone I think is really h-handsome.” A timid smile tugging on their rosylips, they couldn’t hold back the genuine compliments back anymore. “I don’tmind your imperfections at all, since I have quite an amount for myself.” Theylet a laugh escape; it felt embarrassing to tell their insecurities to theirprecious friend.

They had a moment ofsilence. They looked back at each other to find the answers they wished tofind. The (e/c) orbs were fascinated by the baby blue ones, sparkling into amix of citrine and rose quartz hues. The evening sky reflected into his iris, theshining of the tears not shed gleaming around. (Y/n) was completely mesmerized.

“I-I’m not the one tocompliment like that, but your blue eyes are p-particularly pretty.” A delicatered color spread across the young student face, a feeling of embarrassmentdisplaying after admitting one of their thoughts. The face in front of themturned the same glow, a delighted smile forming after hearing their words.

Teruki embraced hiscrush in a swift motion, taking their upper body in a strong, but affectionategrip. Some lukewarm tears escaped his tightly shut eyes, a feeling of gratitudeand relief taking over his senses. His friend was taken aback when they feltthe wet sensation on their shoulder, some worry showing. They made up theirmind to think it wasn’t something to doubt about, and reciprocated the tenderhug back. The shaking lips of Teruki tried to mumble his appreciation, but hewas too overwhelmed to say it correctly.

“-T-thank y-you… somuch…” He tried to speak, his hiccupping hampered his speech.

“-You’re welcome.”(Y/n) replied calmly, their hand wandering on his back; soft rubbings carefullysoothing him. They felt another smile form on his features; the sensation onhis warm cheeks being pushed made his crush relieved.  They both wished they could stay like that,but time was flying off.

They parted away fromthe sweet embrace, grins adorning their crimson faces. The blonde looked backat the wig, stretching a hand out to retrieve it with an indescribableexpression.

“You know, it’s okayif you need to wear it for the moment. Hair grows back anyway so there isnothing to worry about.” (Y/n) reassured, the hesitation he had about his appearanceslowly faded away, a smirk displaying on his features. He put the wig up on hisscalp once again, trying to balance it up so it won’t fall another time; his friendchuckled at the unusual sight.

They suddenly wonderedif he still felt the harm of their past fall, maybe he had bruises covering hisarms and back as well. They thought about what they could do to help, and decided to spendmore time with him; it was the best choice to be made.

“Teru, are you okay?I-I mean, is your back still hurting?” They asked in a shy tone, a warm feelingof affection spreading through them. He looked back at them surprised, before testinghis back, giving it random pushes. They knew what the answer was when they heardthe young boy muttering laments. They let a playful grin play on their featuresbefore taking his stiff arm in theirs.

“Well, I guess I’ll needto take care of those!” They cheered while giggling.  Their friend felt his heart skip a beat afterhearing their melodic laugh, a tender smile arose from their hidden feelings.

“Haha! Sure!” Terukireplied, glad he fell for the right person.