#mutual pining ftw!

[eustasskiddsprosthetic]

I usually don't post wips so openly like this but I have an idea.

What if canon Ace, after marineford, is isekaied to an old-fashioned, coloniser England? He wakes up confused like what the God-fuck happened and it just so happens that he ends up in a noblefamily's courtyard where he meets their youngest son who's his age who reminds him a bit too much of someone very familiar. The guy's name is Sabo too.

As of writing this, the fic is still a nebulous mess in my head but here's what I have.

Ace's immediately interested. The moment he went up to the study to ask for help, everyone just screams how indecent he is because he's shirtless and very attractive. The women blush, which Ace, being a greasy player to some extent, doesn't mind, but then there's Sabo who blushes in the same way. The neurons started activating in his mind. Ace never did it with guys too often but hey, he nearly died! He'll figure it out! Let's Fucking Go!

Sabo's also interested in this sense, "H-how rude! Who's this naked imbecile (Ace's just wearing his iconic shorts and boots)? Is he mad? In this weather? (looks down. Blushes immediately) That's a rather... large... scar........ What kind of w-warrior is he? Where is he from? Roman soldiers were known for being handsome, is he... (he can't believe himself for looking at his tits again) Why is he looking at me? His hair is too long for a man. (Sabo sees his smoky black eyes once more and turns away, out of breath) He's the Devil himself. I refuse to give in to temptation. I r-refuse to sin. I refuse!"

It doesn't end there, though. This hunk of a man gets thrusted to Sabo's care because no one trusts women to keep it in their pants if the Portgas D. Ace with his infinite, maxxed out rizz is right here. Sabo wants to cut his hair but couldn't bring himself to because it's just too beautiful. He simply cuts the fringe and dry-ends off before forcing Ace to shower and change into more appropriate clothing, aka this multi-layered suit that Ace wore wrongly.

Sabo couldn't stop himself from laughing. Ace pouted so much like a grumpy cat. Sabo started coughing and wiped his eyes.

"Why'd you stop?" Ace said. "Laugh more. I don't mind 'cause you're so cute."

Sabo finally sobered up. What was he doing? Acting like some lovesick fool. He never acted that way towards his own fiancé...

He didn't say anything as he helped Ace wear it properly. He couldn't help but feel he's doing something wrong. Ace looked so uncomfortable but it seemed that he understood why he's wearing this. Sabo hid his smile when Ace sneezed. Maybe he wasn't so bad.

When he's done, Sabo thought... Well, Ace is still handsome but he felt like he had taken something away from him, the thing that made him so special to begin with: his freedom. There's some spite in Sabo's grimace.

Sabo never had the chance to even dream of freedom.

[whenshesayshush]

I won't let my demons win (my only rival is within)

Fandom: Fate: The Winx Saga Ships/Characters: Musa/Riven, Sky, Stella, Marco, Male OC Word count:��6106

“Riv, can I tell you something?” The surprise is apparent on his face and in his aura, but it’s not dismay at her having the audacity to even ask. It’s a ‘you live in a suite with four of your girlfriends but you want to talk to me?’ kind of bewilderment, from someone who’s not used to being a legitimate choice for sensitive subject matters. And he clearly knows that’s what this is, because his voice softens when he finally replies. “Yeah. Of course you can.” Her arms tighten around her knees. “It’s about my mom.” “Are you sure?” He straightens up a little. “You don’t owe me an explanation, about any of that.” “I think I’ve been wanting to tell someone for a while.” That’s not quite true, and if she’s not going to be honest, there’s no point to this. “I’ve been wanting to tell you, for a while.”

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[mychakk]

Damn.

All.

Of.

Them.

😅🥲🙃

Too excited to see what y'all think.

[captainjoongki]

Let's not forget they liked one another since they were kids real kdramas are back y'all they said no you are not getting another dude pining by himself for 8174 years we're going back to our roots mutual obsession ftw

omg yes i cannot believe i forgot about that

for the first time in my life i actually like the kids connection here because it's pretty integral to the plot with the two sisters/him/the family drama. like yeah makjang in a way but their kid versions were just two sweetiepies and obviously each other's first loves it's so adorable i think the casting is really good also the kids resemble yeonseok and soobin so well!

[yeokii]

# types of tropes w enha !!

₊﹒wc! 2.7k

₊﹒warnings! non-idol!enha, gn!reader (but I kinda wrote it with she/her pronouns in mind so if you see she/her pronouns im v sorry pls ignore), profanity, mentions of alcohol (only in jake's), mentions of skinship, mentions of stalker behaviour (its a joke, nothing serious tho) mentions of being high (ITS A JOKE), mentions of blood in Riki's one, spelling and grammar errors!!

₊﹒note! yen and Kayla my fave bff helped me w the tropes!! ngl got carried away with junwons one

₊﹒requested by this anon !!

# lee heeseung ⎯ coworkers to lovers

IT JUST FITS HIM SO WELL

heeseung would def catch feelings first when you asked him to help organise the files

HE ALWAYS AND I MEAN ALWAYS takes up the offer whenever you need help with something.

you want a drink? bro will bring you the whole menu

literally will do anything to show that he's into you.

bro just loves being near you.

but this one time where he dropped you home when it started raining heavily, you started to question ur feelings for him.

and so the mutual pining begins 😞

yall both would be mad blushing whenever you both interact w each other.

both of your friends would be so mad because they know you both like each other

like why aren't yall kissing already??

you kinda did know that heeseung did like you back but the man was oblivious

so you asked him out 😁

SUSHI DATE FTW!!

and you both hung out in his car after the date finished and this man did not want to take you home.

it was painful pls 😭

fastfoward to when you both start dating and he come to your house and picks you up so you can both go to work at the same time.

he would bring your daily coffee orders aswell

he would even teach you how to play league of legends help 😭

skinship is a must!!

give it a few months and he would know you more than you know yourself

PLS HES SO CUTE SOMEONE GIVE THIS MAN AN AWARD

"baby, let me take you on a date after you finish work."

"I swear to god, it better not be a ramen date again."

₊﹒other members under the cut !!

# park jongseong ⎯ brother's best friend

no cuz its so jongseong of him to fall in love with his best friend's sibling

he would know you since he was like 3 and he prolly always saw you as his best friend's annoying little sibling 😭

but you were literally completely in love with this man

if you could kiss the ground he walked on, you would.

PLSSS HE WOULDN'T EVEN TALK TO U

just a few glances here and there

but when you started to grow up, you kinda ignored him aswell cuz you started to get a life 💀

BUT U STILL KINDA LIKED JAY THOO

it wasn't very visible as it was before b4

but this hurt jays ego like why aren't you foaming in the mouth whenever you see him???

BYE SOMEONE PLS HUMBLE HIM

so when you both were at a party

YOU LOOKED ETHEREAL

and it bugged him why were you hanging out with other people??

this man really thought you had no social life plss

you looked so pretty and he didn't even look at anyone else, it was just you.

this man fell in love with you gn.

and then from there, he saw you as a romantic aspect or wtv.

IT WAS SO FUNNY BECAUSE NOW HES THE ONE FOAMING AT HIS MOUTH WHENEVER HE SEES YOU

you kinda noticed that he liked you because he believed actions > words

he started picking you and dropping you off to school when your brother couldn't

he would even bring one of your favourite snacks along the way too

he would text you and talk to you more often

so one night while you and ur bsf had a sleepover

jay also had one w ur brother

AND BROOOO HE WAS SO JEALOUS U COULD SEE HIS EYES TURNING RED

jay vamp era frfr

he was being very passive aggressive to ur bsf

SO U CONFRONTED HIM 😁

and bro just straight up said "I like you"

followed by "I don't like when they talk to you"

so ur just there 🧍‍♀️

like helppp it was so awkward

after the confession, he asked you on a date and ofc you said yes

IT WAS SO CUTE TOO

but a few months in the relationship, you both are getting comfy with each other

its either a full on classy restaurant date or staying at home and watching Disney+

theres no in between

and ofc your brother is okay with this as he gets used to it

he loves to act like he doesn't care for you but you know he loves you

"no I'm not blushing!"

"jay you so are! I didn't know you liked backhugs!"

"SHUT UP"

# sim jaeyun ⎯ exes to lovers

it would def be you who broke up w him

I js don't see Jake calling off a relationship

and it would prolly be over the summer when you thought you and the aussie boy (😝😝😝) didn't click anymore.

mans would be sooo devastated like wdym ya'll don't click anymore???

he would spend more time thinking abt why you thought the relationship didn't work than actually being sad

mans really tried to move on but he srsly couldn't do it.

he was so comfortable with you, he couldn't do that with anyone else.

all his friends witnessed him going through the five stages of greif

it was sad actually 😭

he would still have you as his lock screen like he never even bothered to change it

so probably after 8 months of going through crappy dates and drinking his heart away (he got drunk on apple juice) he decided he wanted you back

so he reached out to you

found out you work at a cafe through his 'sources' (jungwon)

and when you see him he's like "whatttt? you work here????"

its giving stalker behaviour

do better jake 😕👎

and now that he KNOWS you work here

he comes there everyday at 4 right when you're shift begins

bro is the master at small talk

and that is when the small talk with you goes on for an hour and you realise its been an hour since your shift is finished.

he offers a ride back home

and you agreed since you didn't want to walk home alone

you didn't really see the problem with exes being friends and you told him abt it too but

NO NO NO

this man did not work this hard for ya'll to just be friends again

so he waited until your shift finished and decided to bring you your fav flowers

and he asked you if you wanted to go out

and he brought you to a picnic

and you're like "Jake??? its night???"

"you always wanted to have a picnic with me so I thought why not?"

plsss you were shocked that he remembered you wanting to have a picnic with him but you both never had the time.

he even brought your fav sandwiches and drinks it was so cute

and when he dropped you back home he confessed everything and he told you he wanted to get back together

after thinking abt it for a few days

you decided you wanted to get back tgt

so you showed up at his house with flowers in your hand (it was rlly cute plss 😭😭😭)

and when you both get back together

he really tried to make the relationship even more stronger an always assured you to talk to him if you had any problem

its cute because this man is never gonna let u go

like whenever ya'll walk tgt, he's gonna be holding your hand

you're making something in the kitchen? he's backlogging you

you wanna pee? this man's gonna follow you into the bathroom

jake's so cute plss😭😭

jungwon swears he's the reason you both got back tgt

"please you looked so funny when you fell on your butt!"

"remember the time where I dumped you?"

# park sunghoon ⎯ first love

I feel like this boy would not fall in love that easily which is why he hadn't had his first love

sure he had his first likes, loads of partners, but never love

and then baam

you came in 😎

he felt like it was one of those tv series where everything was in slow motion and like the spotlight was just on you

he just felt like it was just you and him in the ice skating rink

like bro's brain just flew through the window

and ofc his kdrama moment had to end because u fell on ur ass trying to skate.

and bro let me tell you

this man procreated the loudest snort alive to mankind

and ofc you glared at him

which made him run to you, helping you up

"hi, I'm sunghoon."

"ok"

he thought he would cry right there.

he apologised and asked to make it up by trying to take you out for ice cream.

ofc you couldn't say no

and you both got to know each other well

this man was scared because he thought he wouldn't se you again

so what did he do?

this man used every pickup line known to mankind

NO NO NO

he did not ask your number

INSTEAD he turned into the rizzlord

oh was it a sight to see

NO CAUSE YOU KNEW HE WANTED YOUR PHONE NUMBER

he was js really nervous

so u asked his phone and saved ur phone number

"maybe I could like yk teach you how to skate next time?"

"wtv you say hoon."

# kim sunoo ⎯ best friends to lovers

oh god the mutual pinning..

YOU BOTH LIKE EACH OTHER

WHY ARENT YALL SUCKING EACH OTHERS FACES RN?

riki asked calmly

and I wholeheartedly agree

you thought sunoo was js your bsf

which explains why he always looks out for you

waiting for you at the school gate everyday even if you're like 30 minutes late

or always getting you fav drink

or always covering for you if you got into trouble

LIKE NAHHHHH

be so fr rn

riki could not stand it

bro was about to grow white hairs

this man was the literal definition of a third wheel

everytime riki tried to talk abt you two

you always dismissed it

AND SUNOO WAS BUTTHURT

like were you that blind?

NO

you were js scared you were gonna get rejected and all these years of friendship would go to waste

and ngl sunoo felt the same

so ofc your matchmaker riki pulled sunoo aside and asked him how he felt abt you

and pls sunoo loves you more than himself

he literally only trusts you

and you were the same for him

#goals

so riki used his amazing megamind brain and asked yall to talk abt your feelings

and it took a while to open up after riki left and by the end of it you both had shared your first kiss with each other 😁

NGL IT WAS REALLY CUTE

you both were red

and now since y'all are in a relationship

riki hated it more

"BOOO get a room."

ur dates were so cute

either it was hot choco dates or ''lets go play in the snow' dates

you always enjoyed it

because you are with sunoo (I physically cringed)

"maybe I should call u the sun cuz u brighten up every room u walk into."

"r u high?"

# yang jungwon ⎯ academic rivals

his jaw dropped when he saw the results

HELLO A 95???

man hasn't got anything below a 97

and there you were

waving ur results sheet at him with a clear 96

bro wanted to slap that smirk right off your face

so he asked the teacher to check his paper again

bye the teacher did not give two fucks

so he checked it himself

he was actually supposed to get a 94 but lets keep that to ourselves 😁

he js waited until the next exam to rot around and by that this man took a mental screenshot of every page in the book

a 94???

GOODBYE.

if there was a dissapear button in life

he would press 65 times

and what did you get

a 97.

happiest day of your life ngl

this man had a whole fit

HE COULD NOT BELIVE IT

the teacher actually had enough of you

and gave you both detention

all you had to clean the classroom

'bonding time' she said

'it'll be fun' she said

so when you started to clean the room

all you both could give each other were side eyes and silent curses

it was painful actually

you both divided the room saying this was his side and that was your side

but there were tiny moments were you were staring at him, admiring his side profile

THAT WAS SO UNLIKE U

U WERE SUPPOSED TO HATE HIM

but why did he look so ethereal when he was sweeping the floors

GET A GRIP.

so there was this moment were you both close to each other and you tripped on your untied shoelaces and landed ontop of him

he landed on his ass

so romantic I know.

and you both stared at each other for a long time (5 seconds)

before he pushed you off him

"EW."

he stood up and went back to sweeping and you were still on the floor

you stood and started cleaning again

but what you didn't realise was that he kept staring at you

occasionally having eye contact

after that day, you both became softer to each other

YOUR TEACHER HAD HER JAW DROPPED WHEN HE SAW YOU BOTH NOT FIGTHING WHEN JUNGWON GOT A 94 AND YOU GOT A 96

like hello???

where the hair ripping and shitty insults??

your friend were in school because you stopped talking bt how much you hate him and so were his friends

scary really

both of your friends thought that you both were planning some big revenge or something

but then they caught you smiling at him while walked past you??

they called an exorcist immediately

THIS IS NOT OK??

you both didn't whine and ask the teacher to change when you both were paired up for a project

you both had a fun time and you actually had a good convo

you both called truce

and you both started to not hate each other

and one day while you both talked you had a moment of silence when you just said 'fuck it' and went in and kissed him

GET A ROOM

and the next day in school

you both walked holding hands

everyone was so confused because um what the actual fuck?

"can't believe I used to hate this pretty face."

"ew jungwon"

"shut up before we go back to being enemies"

# nishimura riki ⎯ hates everyone but you

when he heard about love, all he could say was 'bs'

like be so fr

BUT THAT WAS UNTIL YOU ENROLLED IN THE SCHOOL

he swore he could hear wedding bells

everything abt you was so perfect

like he never had an ideal type but god damn bro

might as well have one rn

he like froze for a sec

crazy ik

tbh you didn't acknowledge his existence for a few days

until you saw him playing basketball w his friends

and his basketball met w ur face

bye ur nose did not stop bleeding

man came rushing to u when he realised it was u

he took you to the nurse and when you were all ok

he sheepishly grinned at you and apologised for hitting you w his basketball

you were quick to forgive him and you started to become friends since that day

everyone was in shock because you were the first person he'd ever talked other than his friends

and you were so confused because everyone kept telling this was so unlikely of him

he had never tied someones shoelaces when they were untied

or he had never lent someone his jacket

even to his friends

the privilege was showing

like u were so confused because he doesn't do this with other people

he prolly be like 😐 but when you're there hes like 😁

soo you asked him

"idk I like you"

HELLO???

"oh uhm haha same."

BYE YALL ARE SO AWKARD

it took a few weeks for him to grow some balls and ask you to be his s/o

and this man needed to always be on your side

he's gaming? ur on his lap.

he's playing basketball? ur playing with him.

UR LIKE EVERYWHERE

its so cute

makes me sick

"BABY WHERE R U GOING?"

"riki I need to pee."

perm taglist!! @flwoie @zuyairus @bubblytaetae @yenqa @haknom

[dangerkittenclaws]

simon x medic!ed!reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: eating disorder thoughts, actions, consequences, fainting, unestablished relationship, mutual pining ftw

a/n: have this blurb of hurt/comfort that came to me while i work on requests and part 3 of pop. luv u <3

You wake up in bed with a horrendous stomachache. You tap your phone beside you, it reads 3:48am. You throw your covers off of you, covered in sweat.

You roll to your back before immediately curling up with your arms held tight around your stomach to stave off the cramping.

When was the last time you had eaten? Right. That's something that normal people do.

It had only been…two.. three.. you count in your head. Four…days? That's not that bad, is it? You’ve gone longer.

Another pang shoots through your midsection. Noone else would be in the rec room to watch you eat.

Cereal. Cereal is what your stomach wanted. Something sweet and full of sugar and carbohydrates. You think you’ve seen a box of Choco Rice in the cabinet.

Your brain fights back equally, the Chinese takeout you had the other day with everyone would be enough to hold you over until lunch tomorrow. It was full of carbohydrates. More than enough, surely. You could throw the cereal up after too, that was always an option.

You should know, as a medic, how nutrition works. Of course you know and you tell others, but ignore every bit of logical information when it comes to your own wellbeing. You don’t count in that particular equation.

“Fuck it,” you mumble to yourself as you turn over to throw your legs over the side. You don't even bother with slippers and you open your door as quietly as possible, the other hand gripping the hem of your damp shirt.

Your vision goes dark around the edges and you reach out for the wall of the hallway to stabilize you. You touch a hand to your forehead before moving on.

You enter the rec room at the end of the hallway where the hulking figure of Simon is leaning over a steeping cup of tea. He turns at your rather noisy entrance.

Shit. You didn’t want anyone here. You can always take it back to your room.

Dizziness fills your head and you become unfocused, still leaning against the doorframe.

“You alright there?”

“Yeah, uh, I…,” you take a few steps forward and another cramp twists in your stomach, hunching you forward.

“Clearly not,”

“No, I, sorry, I just feel dizzy, just forgot to eat yesterday,” you explain wildly trying to complete your mission before you get asked any more questions.

You know Simon is watching your every move. You try to control your movements, to try to stop your hands from shaking as your blood sugar is dropping dangerously low.

You open the cabinet and grab out a bowl for yourself. You stare at the empty bowl on the counter for longer than necessary, trying to make your eyes focus on the task at hand. The more you stare the harder it is to stay standing straight, you realize.

Simon gets close to you, and you feel a hand at your back. You tip backwards and crumble. “Fuck,” is the last thing you hear.

You come to on the rec couch, letting out a whine.

“There you are, love.” Simon comes into view.

“Now you want to tell me why you just passed out on me?”

Your face goes red and you want to implode and disappear. You cover your face with your inner elbow.

“No hiding. Tell me. Please.”

“I…I haven’t eaten.” you nearly whisper.

“Right, in how long?” his long fingers graze over your other arm, like he’s trying to calm a scared cat.

“Just since yesterday morning,” you lie.

You see his eyes catch your glance over, you know you’ve been caught. Why did you even try with him? It’s like he has a sixth sense. You know this.

“Try again.”

“Four…four days.”

“Let’s get something in you so you don’t pass out again, that sound okay?”

You nod in agreement.

“You stay here, I’ll bring you something.” He touches your arm again to reassure you.

“‘kay.” you mumble out, turning on your side. Your vision is better and you can focus a bit, but you don’t let your eyes wander, it makes your stomach drop. You close them to be safe.

You don’t know how long you lay there with your eyes shut, ears listening to Simon puttering around the stove.

“You want to sit up for me?” Simon is there, holding a plate above you. You don’t know what it holds.

You manage to prop yourself up a bit backed up to the armrest, bending your legs to sit cross legged. You realize you probably look ragged and pathetic to the lieutenant.

Simon lowers the plate to put in your lap, you finally see what mystery food he made you.

It’s still steaming scrambled eggs and a piece of buttered toast. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head. It’s a lot.

He reads your mind before you can speak.

“Don’t expect you to finish. Just need something in you. We can figure out the rest in the morning. The real morning.”

You smile at him, picking up the fork. You look down at the plate. You choose a medium piece of egg to stab first.

“Ill just be in there cleaning up, okay, love?” You look up at him and give a small nod before turning back to the daunting task in your lap.

Not all of it. Just a little. Just enough.

You lift the fork to your mouth and the moment the eggs hit your tongue you salivate. You realize how desperately hungry you really are. They’re buttery and salty and perfect.

Before you know it, there's another forkful and another, a few bites of toast too.

Your stomach is protesting at the sudden change but you can tell you’ll be able to keep it down this time.

Simon made it for you. You have to keep it down. You can’t let him know how long this has really been going on, they’ll discharge you and it’ll be a big fuck up. You’d gone too far already, fainting in front of your team, by god. Simon walks back into the room to check on you.

“You did great, love.” You give him a small smile before turning back to the tv to watch whatever late night talk show was on.

You set the nearly empty plate on the coffee table in front of you. The sight of it makes you sick.

He sits next to you with an arm around the back of the couch. You curl up into his side, trying to suck up the warmth he’s radiating.

His arm moves down to your shoulder and he pulls you in closer. You don’t fight your drooping eyelids as you listen to the talk show and the air slowly filling and exiting his lungs.

Your breathing evens out eventually and Simon smiles down at you. You fell asleep cuddled into him, arm slung around his middle, gripping his sweatshirt in one fist with every bit of energy left, silently telling him not to leave.

“Little medic needs to be looked after too.”

[gleppy]

What are your stats on MD ships?

What are your otps, ships that you like, those that you are neutral towards, your guilty pleasures, crack ships and NOTPs?

well, it should go without saying that nuzi and vizzy are my ships to end all ships, never budging on them. and i don't think i've been able to adequately express how insane i am about supernova, but boy oh BOY am i insane about supernova. doomed old woman yuri ftw. i also think jessa is adorable, but my opinion on whether or not they should actually be a thing changes based on context. like, if we're talking about canon? angsty one-sided (or mutual) pining that never actually goes anywhere is the way to go. human au or drone!tessa au? they need to make out sloppy style ASAP. istg supernova and jessa are THE most painful and tragic md ships (3nvy who) but i'm a bit of a masochist when it comes to yuri. who else am i gonna think about while crying and listening to chappell roan?

i guess this is my official coming out post: i'm a vuzi enjoyer on the dl. if it's not obvious from my fic, i'm also partial to j/doll and thad/emily. i originally wasn't going to ship j, doll, or thad with anyone because i didn't want to go down the "pair the spares" route or ship just for the sake of shipping (something i HATE) but the more i thought about it the more the ships made sense, plus i feel like they actually do contribute to the story in a meaningful way. idk, i can elaborate on this if anyone wants me to.

i worry sometimes that my stance on supernova makes me come across as not liking khori but i do like them! i just feel like i can't really do much with a ship that's A) already canon and B) was established before the show even started so we didn't actually get to see them develop. so i guess it's less that i "ship" khori and more that i appreciate their relationship for what it is.

as for the ships i don't have super strong opinions on one way or the other: i guess doll/lizzy would be one of them? their dynamic is just a bit boring to me, but if i'm reading a fic and they show up i'm not gonna be mad about it. i used to go cuckoo loco for oilrose before i decided to start taking a walk on the vizzy side of life but now that i've written them as blood siblings for tiny angels i literally cannot see their dynamic any other way. not saying they canonically have a sister dynamic, it's just how i personally see them. more power to those who do like the ship though, even i can admit that the fight scene in episode 8 was extremely lesbian-flavoured. lately thadzi has been falling into this category as well despite me having previously despised them. i don't think i could ever personally see them as anything other than buddies, but i'm beginning to somewhat understand the appeal of them romantically. i'm never going to ship them but they don't make me wanna break things anymore. not an oilrose or thadzi shipper but i believe in their beliefs

crackships: don't have any. and before you come at me, joll is NOT a crackship, they're a rarepair. people in fandom these days do not understand the difference between a crackship and a rarepair and it makes me mad.

as for my notps: i REALLY don't like it when people ship main characters with random side characters that have one or two lines of dialogue. maybe i'm the pot calling the kettle black because i wrote thad/emily into my fic, but shit like... i dunno, n x rebecca or v x braiden pisses me off. i had my initial reservations about including joll and thadmily in my fic for this exact reason but i ended up conceding because i felt like i was able to write them in in a way that made sense AND actually added a layer of depth to the story, the characters, and the characters' dynamics with one another. most of the time when i read a fic and a random rarepair like this shows up, it's so out of nowhere and was obviously just hastily thrown in there because the author felt like everyone HAD to be shipped with someone and it's just... bad. let people be single ffs.

and sorry to all my vh4d and 3nvy followers/mutuals, but those DO make me want to break things. not sorry to my c0deg0ld followers though, fuck y'all.

[frenchgirlocean]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Hatchetfield Universe - Team StarKid

Category: F/F

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Donna Daggit/Emma Perkins

Characters: Donna Daggit, Emma Perkins

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Teenagers, Pre-Canon, Mutual Pining, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, teenage emo donna ftw!, teenage disaster emma perkins

@hatchetfield-rarepair-week

[cherrylight]

KADEEENNNN MY FAV DUDE, I just wanted to let you know that you’re honestly amazing and deserve the world, dude!!

You can always ramble to me about anything (your selfship, your s/i, media that you like etc) and I’LL ALWAYS BE HELLA INTERESTED FRFR!!

Either way, I wanted to ask you a silly lil question BUT what troupes do you think fit your selfship the best?

(Again, I seriously hope your day’s going well and I hope stuff gets better for you, you’re honestly the most amazing best friend I could ever ask for frfr)

htsdjfdhfjdgdfh explodes

i could not answer this right when i got on and that im so distracted lol but this is so SWEET scarlet ily /p

id love to ramble to you about literally anything but then i have a fear im being annoying or i just TALK TOO MUCH which like i guess is NORMAL BUT HSDJGDFGKDFHLFDH

i have so many things i wanna share to you abt my s/i tbh but fear and im like i will Never Say Words Ever </3

ok im getting so sidetracked here lol buuuuuut YOUR QUESTION ISNT SILLY ITS AWESOME i cannot think about it though bc i go insane <3

but i think the kadidave ship stems from friends / best friends to lovers (obvi), height differences (comfort purposes ftw), uh mutual pining perhaps, soulmates (i am a sucker for soulmates ok). ok i KNOW you said what fits my selfship BEST and i feel those are the right answers but id like to throw in hurt/comfort for funsies (aka i like angst) <- will think of more later on but these are the ones that come to me

(today has been a lot better than yesterday so i think its going well :] altho i dont want to jinx myself but its been a bit better! + youre so sweet <3)

[spainkitty]

Shortest and Final Part of my little show-n-tell, a little time skip to after finding the Grey Wardens and Carver gone with them. Blatantly Handers. Mutual, dumbass pining ftw

Oh Fuck, The Deep Roads Part 3

Part 1 / Part 2

Hawke stared at him. She hadn’t slept in at least 24 hours. She was filthy. She was wearing Varric’s jacket to cover the giant holes in her shirt. She had almost died. So maybe she was dreaming it.

“He lived, Hawke. He’s… well, sleeping is the nice word for it, but he survived. He’s a Grey Warden now, Maker help the poor sod,” Anders reiterated, rubbing his forehead with his hand.

“He’s alive. He’s alive!” Hawke leapt onto Anders, arms thrown around his neck, balancing on her toes so she could put every bit of strength in her hug. “He’s alive because of you, thank you!”

“I just carted him to a bunch of Wardens. I didn’t--” Anders tried to point out, arms automatically around her waist as he smiled tiredly at her enthusiasm.

“No, shut up, he’s alive because of you. Thank you,” Hawke said, pulling back far enough to meet his eyes. She grinned, then kissed his cheek, firmly but briefly. “Thank you.”

“You forgot the part where he saved you, Birdie,” Varric said, smirking at Anders’ flummoxed expression.

“Oh, right!” She leaned up to kiss Anders’ other cheek. “Tell Justice one of those is for him, too.”

“Uh. Okay?” Anders stammered.

“Great. Everyone lived,” Fenris yanked Hawke away from Anders, making her yelp in surprise, and hauled her towards the bedroll she’d never gotten around to lying on. “You need sleep. We still have a long way to go and I don’t want you getting yourself killed again.”

“Is it killed again if I didn’t technically die the--I’ll shut up now,” Hawke said quickly, hands up in surrender, when all three men glared at her. She all but flopped onto the bedroll, groaning slightly when the solid rock beneath her admittedly too thin bedroll made her still tender torso ache.

Carver was alive. She pressed her face into the threadbare lump of a pillow, grinning in relief. He’s alive. He’ll be a Warden, a hero. Maybe he’ll finally find his own feet, and when they meet again one day, they’ll find a way to be better. Better siblings. Better friends.

The other three were talking quietly near the fire behind her as she settled more comfortably. She didn’t bother trying to figure out what they were saying, probably looking at the maps and planning out a course. For once, she didn’t feel like being in the middle of it. She was tired and so so relieved. She wanted to lay there and feel like it was all going to work out.

The murmur of Anders’ voice broke her reverie. Slowly, so they wouldn’t see her moving, Hawke lifted her hand and touched her fingertips to her lips. If she tried hard enough, she could remember the fleeting burn of his facial hair, hear the quietly surprised inhale, and the weight of his arms around her waist to hold her steady. She smiled, small and secret, heart thumping.

He had made it clear that only the thinnest and most innocent teasing was allowed. Even then, he would stop sometimes, pull away, shut down and shut her out.

Maybe a year ago, we could’ve had something…

She pressed her fingers harder against her lips. Her eyes squeezed shut.

At least she could keep this. A few innocent cheek kisses done in sheer relief. She hadn't even really thought about it before doing it, but in hindsight it had her spinning. Aching. There wasn’t anything too bad about it... right? The memory of his voice in her ear calling her 'sweetheart' and that kiss on her forehead were also hers to keep. Stolen moments in the depths of the Deep Roads and terror. She should feel more guilty for treasuring them, for repeating them over and over in her head, for rubbing her fingertips over her lips. But she didn’t.

[pomegranate-belle]

3, 7 and 9 for the fanfic game!

3. What’s a fic idea that you have but haven’t written yet?

Gestures broadly at Plot Bunny Mountain—

There’s just. So much. Uhhhh off the top of my head… :3 Our Daredevil Hollow Knight AU. It lives in my heart and I wanna write it.

7. What’s a trope you love to write?

MUTUAL PINING FTW BAYBEE NOBODY DOES IT BETTER THAN HER SHE NEVER MISSES ISTG

9. What’s your favorite line(s) or scene(s) that you have written?

I’m really fond of this bit from Indomitable:

By the time Matt’s standing over him, expression dark, the thought has slipped under again. One split-knuckled hand caresses Foggy’s throat; the gesture is thoughtful, almost tender. The other joins it. No pressure yet, just a loose hold. Blood is still gushing from Matt’s nose, and it’s splattered all over his jaw, his shirt, his tie. It’s going to be a bitch and a half to get it all cleaned up, Foggy thinks idly. Matt’s fingers flex.

[cherri-ish]

“Our eyes met, briefly. Sharing a glance that was ment to be stolen.” I AM GOING TO BLOW UP!!!!!! MUTUAL PINING FTW BAY BEEE🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥💪💪💪💪💪💪

[wootzietoozee]

mutual pining ftw

here have a triphone fic i wrote while i've been a tissues kin

(also go watch shos by @vacillatingcreator it is a CRIME that there is no shos fic yet)

[keldae]

aspectabund - letting emotion show easily through the face or eyes

The first thing that Reanden had noticed about his adult daughter, when he finally got to meet her, was her eyes -- large, vivid, intense, eerily similar to her mother’s. He’d always been able to read Airna like a book, when those bright green eyes gave away her emotions and thoughts so easily. Xaja, it appeared, was just like her mother.

He did wish that fear hadn’t been the first thing he’d seen in Xaja’s eyes as she’d fought her way free of the Emperor’s mental conditioning on the hellish Fortress where she’d been held as a captive-turned-acolyte. But nothing to be done about that now. He could only hope that he never saw that horrible, paralyzing fear in her eyes again.

Their next meeting, on Manaan, his daughter’s eyes had radiated cautious curiosity as she eyed him over, ignoring her brothers’ happy reunion a few steps over. It wasn’t the warm, happy look he had seen from Airna in the last years of her life, but considering Xaja had only just properly met him for the first time then, Reanden let it go. At least it wasn’t fear of him, or hatred -- he didn’t want to think about which would have hurt more to see. 

He swore he could have seen furious sparks from her eyes when she yelled a few interesting curses at Arkous and Darok moments before they escaped the underwater lab, a fury that one might not have expected of a Jedi. Yep, Reanden thought, even while he was quickly looking for an escape route to get his children out of danger, definitely Airna’s kid. 

And mine, he admitted after a moment’s reflection. He couldn’t put all the blame (or credit) for sharp tempers on his late wife’s Corellian genes.

It was all he could do to not groan when they made it back to the safety of Lord Beniko and Agent Shan’s control room on the surface. It wasn’t the fact that there was (another) SIS agent in the room (although from the stories he’d heard through the grapevine about the Shan kid, he fully expected this op to turn into a shitshow sooner than later. If half of Marcus’ bitching was true, then the kid survived entirely off of pure luck.). He didn’t miss how Xaja’s eyes seemed to brighten when she looked at the younger spy. And he definitely didn’t miss how the Shan kid’s eyes kept going back to her. 

Definitely your mother’s kid, eyeing up a spy, Reanden mused. At least you picked one in the same faction as you. But he was pretty sure he had never been half the walking disaster that one Theron Shan was, even during his first years in the field, fresh out of the Academy, longer ago than he cared to admit.

(He was pretty sure any records to the contrary had been deleted anyway, and most of the stories had died with Airna. As long as Marcus and Ardun kept their mouths shut, his reputation as a respectable, mature, capable spy and grown adult was flawlessly intact.)

He didn’t miss the flash of dismay in Xaja’s eyes, weeks later, when Lana and Theron had broken the news of their needing to disappear off the Revanites’ radar. The way she’d schooled her face back to Jedi neutrality seconds later, muting her visible reactions, did exactly nothing to hide how she felt. Nor did Reanden miss the way that Theron had hesitated while walking past her, looking for a moment like he wanted to say something to her, before shaking his head and moving on. Were Airna and I this obvious?... nah, couldn’t have been. Especially when one considered he and his future wife had been literally tasked with neutralizing each other when they’d first met. But he liked to think that, even if they had been in this situation, they would have been far more subtle.

Months later, on Rishi, he inwardly sighed when he saw Theron’s eyes light up upon seeing Xaja. When he glanced at his daughter, he saw the Jedi mask drop entirely with her happy, relieved smile to see the younger spy. Although, he was coming to the realization that, while Xaja could keep her face almost perfectly neutral, those expressive green eyes gave her away, every time. He could see how her eyes sparked with fury as she took on Nova Blade pirates head-on; or how they shone with compassion as she helped the rescued slaves escape the island they’d been held captive on; or curiosity as she had talked to Shae Vizla in the middle of the Mandalorian compound (or amusement while watching Sorand blush bright red as Korin teased him about the cute Mandalorian girlfriend he hadn’t mentioned.).

Of all the emotions his daughter expressed through her eyes, he could only be grateful that he hadn’t seen the same fear that she’d shown when he’d rescued her from the Emperor’s Fortress. Even while escaping the doomed lab on Manaan, she hadn’t been as scared as she was back then. For a moment, Reanden foolishly let himself hope that he would never see his daughter so terrified again. No, she certainly wasn’t subtle with hiding her emotions, but he would be delighted if she was never that scared again.

His hope was dashed when he saw that same fear in Xaja’s wide eyes and rapidly paling face when she realized Theron had been captured by the Revanites. For a moment, he saw her entire body language change -- that same instinct to withdraw and find a safe place, the tension in her back, the way her voice trembled when she tried to speak. And he didn’t miss the moment where Lana’s eyes softened with pity for the horrified Jedi she was delivering the bad news to.

That fear, while briefly suppressed under anger or worry, didn’t fully leave Xaja’s eyes or body language for days, not until the second she and Reanden saw Theron (beaten all to hell, looking like he’d been used as a Houk’s punching bag, swaying with pain and exhaustion, barely staying upright, but alive) tear around the corner in Revan’s stronghold and come running up to them.

And Reanden would have had to be blind to have missed the way Theron’s eyes widened (well, as much as they could around the bruising and swelling, anyway) with disbelieving relief as he caught sight of Xaja, apparently not even registering Reanden’s presence as he all but fell into her arms.

They really didn’t teach spies or Jedi how to hide their emotions these days. But as long as Reanden didn’t see fear or grief or pain in Xaja’s eyes again, especially not involving Theron, he was content. If the Shan kid could keep getting that happy glow from Xaja’s eyes, he was okay, as far as Reanden was concerned.

(Although there was nothing that was going to stop him from picking on Theron and getting a reaction out of the kid. He was old for a spy, and he’d earned his right to pester the next generation of agents, dammit.)

[1lostone]

Hey I just want to say thank you for all your ST fics (kirk/spock). I found you on FFNet and I think I've read every ST fic you have there. I was a bit sad when I finish those stories and then I found you again on AO3. I was so happy to see you have a lot more stories and you're still writing for the ST-fandom. Thank you so much for writing and sharing! I love your long, detailed chapters, your characterisation, and your style. Thank You! ("Love the one you're with" is my all-time favorite!

I am so sorry if I haven’t responded to you yet.  I sort of forgot my tumblr password, and was having trouble getting it reset. I would get so darn mad then ignore it for forever… I didn’t see yours until someone recently sent me an ask and well sorry to be dumb.  

That aside, Thank you so very much for the star trek love. Star Trek is always my greatest fandom. It has been since I found my aunt’s k/s zines in a box in her room and was hooked. That was ….. mannnnnnnnnnnny years ago though, lol. Love The One You’re With was a lot of fun to write. Mutual pining and jealous Spock is pretty much my reason for living. (Fun fact, the trek fic I’m working on has both. :D) I live for the tropes!

 If you haven’t yet, you can subscribe to me on ao3  so that you don’t miss anything. I write very, very, veee–rrrrrr–yyy slowly ( @foxyfoxyk @jlm121 @marooncamaro and @twdobsessive have been regularly throwing things at me to get me to write faster for years and I’m still slow as shit.) but Trek is probably my most posted-in fandom for new fic, with TWD being a close second. :) 

Whew. Sorry I rambled on a bunch.  Sorry again for taking so long to respond. You’ve made my day by sending this! 

[theolddarkmachine]

cups as red as our hearts

Patience, Shiro thought to himself, cradling his weapon as his eyes narrowed on his target, judging its distance. He could do this. He was a champion after all, and if there was anything he had learned, it was how to win. All he needed, was to focus.

Patience yields focus.

Breathing in, he leveled his hand, preparing to strike a killing blow to his mark.

Said mark, was one of four remaining red solo cups, and said weapon, a ping pong ball.

“You look worried, Shiro,” a single voice cut through the din of his thoughts and the music filling the backyard with the sweet dulcet sounds of Rihanna and Drake. Keith stood as the backdrop to his current attentions, arms crossed over the Garrison Soccer logo that spanned his chest in some sort of screen printed reminder that the toned definition of his forearms was from years of sport, and not because he’d walked straight out of Shiro’s dreams.

Though, he still wasn’t entirely convinced he hadn’t.

With a deft flick of his wrist, Shiro sent the ball arcing through the air, the soft plap! of it landing in the Natty Light rewarding him for his skill.

A gift for @otayuriistheliteralbest for @sheithlentines ! Shoutout to @nasigorengart for the beta :D

AO3

Rated: T for Teen, there’s some heated making out and implied sexy times.

Hi Anna! I hope you like my humble offering for Sheithlentines! I do love me a college!AU, and while I couldn’t exactly work in fuckboy!Shiro with a heart of gold, I thought turning him into a frat boy would be the next best thing. and soccer captain keith just because i couldnt help myself  Anyway, I HOPE YOU ENJOY! HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!

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Patience, Shiro thought to himself, cradling his weapon as his eyes narrowed on his target, judging its distance. He could do this. He was a champion after all, and if there was anything he had learned, it was how to win. All he needed, was to focus.

Patience yields focus.

Breathing in, he leveled his hand, preparing to strike a killing blow to his mark.

Said mark, was one of four remaining red solo cups, and said weapon, a ping pong ball.

“You look worried, Shiro,” a single voice cut through the din of his thoughts and the music filling the backyard with the sweet dulcet sounds of Rihanna and Drake. Keith stood as the backdrop to his current attentions, arms crossed over the Garrison Soccer logo that spanned his chest in some sort of screen printed reminder that the toned definition of his forearms was from years of sport, and not because he’d walked straight out of Shiro’s dreams.

Though, he still wasn’t entirely convinced he hadn’t.

With a deft flick of his wrist, Shiro sent the ball arcing through the air, the soft plap! of it landing in the Natty Light rewarding him for his skill.

“That’s called a bluff, Keith,” he said breezily, grin pulling his lips over his teeth as he dragged his gaze upwards from the cup and along the lines of Keith’s body until they found the mauve of his opponent’s gaze.

Keith had been his best friend since they were children, both having been there for each other since the days of scraped knees and boyish pranks, through the awkward stages of puberty, and through every dumb crush and consequential heartbreak. They’d been inseparable for so long, that when it came time to apply for colleges, no one even bat an eye when they had announced that they were both going for Garrison University.

They were Keith and Shiro, Shiro and Keith, their names only ever separated during fraternity events and soccer games. They knew everything about each other, and at times Shiro wondered if Keith could read his mind.

He knew he couldn’t, though, because if he could he would have discovered his deepest darkest secret long ago.

That secret was the truth behind each and every one of Shiro’s failed romantic ventures. Was the truth behind the late night hangouts. Was the truth nestled deep behind his rib cage, stuttering an erratic rhythm into the bone each time he stood in the stands watching Keith’s games. It was the truth behind the smile that he now wore, specifically crafted for one person, and one person alone.

That secret, was that he’d fallen for Keith.

It was a realization that had hit him hard after one particularly stressful soccer game, stealing his breath and painting every memory of the soccer captain an amorous shade. Shiro himself wasn’t even sure how long he’d been in love with him, unable to pinpoint an exact moment when Keith had become so much more than just his friend. All that he knew was that getting trapped in his orbit had been an inevitability. It was the kind of inevitable that snuck up on you, the obviousness of it not striking until it was already too late.

Falling for Keith had been as certain as the color of the sky, and came with all the ease of breathing.

“Bluff,” Keith scoffed, rolling his his eyes upwards to the heavens as he fished the ball from his cup and threw it into the water cup beside him. Carefully, he brought the white rim up to his lips as he returned his gaze back to Shiro. “I think you just got lucky.”

Shiro traced the long line of Keith’s throat as he tossed back the alcohol, committing the bob of his Adam’s apple to memory as he swallowed.

“It isn’t going to help you win though,” he continued once he surfaced from behind the red plastic, his smile dangerous as it carved an impression of itself into Shiro’s heart. “I’ve come to dethrone you, Champion.”

Keith rolled the nickname off his tongue with all the ease of a familiar jab, covering it in the burs of their banter. If Shiro hadn’t known better, he would have thought it was painted with flirtation.

Except that they were best friends, and he knew better than that.

Shiro acknowledged his feelings, but they were his own to suffer. He would never ruin what they had by forcing Keith to share the weight of his desire. Even if that desire was currently crushing him beneath the entire galaxy trapped in Keith’s stare.

A soft plink! ripped him out of his thoughts as a ball landed in one of his final two cups before him, a small splash of beer turning spots at the hem of his tank top a darker grey.

“Just one more,” Keith teased as he settled both hands on top of the plastic table, leaning onto them just enough for his biceps to strain against the cuffs of his shirt as they supported his weight. “Then I win.”

The liquid was cool against his fingertips as he pulled the ball from the cup, not bothering to dip it into the water as he gulped the beer down. Admittedly, it was not his first choice in alcohol— or his second, or even his third— but it was cheap and they both knew that he kept the good alcohol upstairs in his room.

One of the perks of being the fraternity president meant he got the room with the mini bar.

“And what do you think you win?” Shiro asked, ignoring the bitterness the subpar beer had left lingering on his tongue.

We should play with that bottle of Jack I got you, Keith had said when he’d started to setup the beer pong, eyes bright as he bit into his bottom lip and looked up at Shiro expectantly. At the time, he’d shot the idea down, citing that then they’d have to share.

And I don’t like to share.

But now, with the way his stomach was turning with the sharp tang of the Natty Light and something a bit darker, he wondered if maybe he’d made a mistake.

At least with the whiskey, he’d have an excuse for why he couldn’t stop staring at the bow of Keith’s pinked lips. ‘The alcohol made me do it’ was only acceptable when the alcohol came with a decent ABV percentage.

“Bragging rights,” Keith retorted, his eyebrow arching upwards as he licked over a pointed canine tooth. “Say I finally beat Golden Boy Shiro at something.”

Liquid began to pool in his palm where he held the ball, balancing it as if it was something sacred as he trained his attention on it in a vain attempt at slowing the quickened beat of his pulse. If the music wasn’t so loud, he would think Keith could probably hear the way his heart was hammering in his chest.

Don’t you know? He wanted to say. Don’t you know that you’ve always beat me? That you’ve always been so much better? That you’re everything I could ever want? Don’t you know?

Closing his fingers over the ball, Shiro shrugged off the thoughts and Keith’s banter as he dropped the now empty cup into the stack with its fallen brethren on his corner of the table.

“You underestimate me, Keith,” Shiro prayed he didn’t hear the way his name dripped with his barely concealed want. “You of all people should know I’ve always liked a challenge.”

A small smile twisted the corners of Keith’s mouth as a familiar spark lit his eyes at the words. Holding the amethyst gaze within the silver of his own, Shiro flicked the ball towards the other side of the table without any sort of preamble or setup. Heat lightning was erupting within his chest, running its electric warmth over his skin and through his bones as time stood still with only the plastic ball carving its way through the air.

He barely even heard the small crowd that had begun to surround them, the existence of the other partygoers lost to him as he watched a particular shade of pink dust itself across Keith’s cheeks.

Don’t you know?

Maybe, Keith did.

The cup barely shifted as the ball landed in it with a soundless splash.

***

Shiro won. Because of course he won. He was a man crafted by God himself with the sheer purpose of proving that there really was such thing as perfection.

At least, that was the theory Keith worked with.

Not being very pious, he couldn’t actually say for sure.

He felt the familiar burn of awe and something just a bit brighter as they mingled with the warm heat of the whiskey he swallowed. From where he sat on the couch the fraternity had oh so creatively christened ‘Party Couch,’ he could see the way Shiro was making the rounds, offering all the other frat brothers and their guests that shining smile that turned his insides to ash.

Keith wondered if his best friend knew the effect he had on him and his internal organs.

It often felt like Shiro did, especially when his eyes would flicker towards him and the corners of his lips would turn up just enough to set crinkles in the corners of his eyes, just as they did now.

Of course, if he could, he would probably be able to guess as to why his pulse ratcheted up to triple time anytime he was near.

Once upon a time, Keith had told himself that was just how it was between best friends. He and Shiro had been so close for so long that of course he would be exuberantly happy whenever he was near. Of course, he would feel the muscle trapped in his chest stutter whenever Shiro would easily shift from his steadfast leader persona into something softer that only Keith got to see. It only made sense that his pulse would race anytime he’d seen his lifelong friend in the stands during a game, the constant in his life replacing what family would have been sitting in that same space if he had them.

That was inevitable, right?

Only, the truth of his own feelings had revealed itself to him when he’d realized after one particularly disastrous date, that the reason it would never work, was because the guy wasn’t Shiro.

None of them were, and none of them would ever be.

That realization had come with all the ferocity of a tsunami as it dragged him into the depths of his emotions and attempted to drown him there. While he wasn’t even sure when his feelings had evolved into something so much more, he knew that now it was too late.

Keith had fallen for him. He hadn’t even stood a chance. By the time he’d realized it, he was already too far gone.

Falling for Shiro had been as certain as the color of the sky, and came with all the ease of breathing.

“Don’t hurt yourself thinking that hard,” the devil himself spoke, the couch dipping beneath Shiro’s added weight as he sat, throwing an arm over the back of the couch behind him. What he tried to not think too hard about, was how close Shiro had chosen to sit, each movement of his steady breath tickling against his arm with barely there touches of his side against his skin.

“And what makes you think I’m thinking that hard?” His fingers gripped around his red cup in an attempt to do something other than reach out and stroke the soft strands of bangs that had pushed themselves through the hole of the the snapback Shiro was wearing backwards. Leave it to him to make one of the most stereotypical frat boy fashions hot.

Or maybe Keith just thought everything Shiro did was attractive.

In fact, that was most likely the case.

Without warning, a metallic finger jabbed into the space between his eyebrows.

“You get this line,” Shiro chuckled, slightly twisting his fingertip to emphasize his point. “Right here.”

Heat prickled and blossomed from the touch, gathering in his cheeks and working its way down his neck as Keith allowed his eyes to map the expanse of Shiro’s skin, following up the metal surface of his prosthetic to the exposed muscle of his upper arm and up towards his face until he met his gaze. A brightness touched them that set them closer to the realm of polished silver instead of a dull tempest.

Keith’s heart stalled for a moment as he thought he recognized the look, knowing his own eyes were touched with the same light.

Only, that couldn’t possibly be it. They were best friends.

It was most likely the glow of those stupid heart lights that were stretched back and forth across the backyard.

It’s Valentine’s Day, Keith, we had to be festive.

“That could be my normal stare. Resting bitch face, you know,” Keith said, ignoring the breathiness of his own voice as he leant back enough for Shiro’s hand to fall away. The plastic cracked in his grip as his fingers twitched around it again as he swallowed down the acrid taste of disappointment at the loss of contact.

“I think I know what your normal stare looks like, Keith,” Shiro deadpanned, mouth twitching downward as he shifted his weight, his side fully stroking across Keith’s arm. Deep within his chest, he could feel the heat of a newborn star as it expanded against the confines of the muscle and bone. Its flares shot out over his skin, running lines of fire over his veins that gathered at the point where Keith’s arm met Shiro’s side.

The oppressive burn was almost too much as he looked up at his best friend, trying to decipher the look that had twisted his mouth into a scowl while simultaneously trying not to burn alive.

“You going to tell me what you were thinking about?” Shiro’s tone was brusque, as if he was walking through the same flames.

Don’t you know? It took everything in him to not say those three words as his fingers bit into the flimsy cup. You. It’s always you. You’re everything I could ever want. Don’t you know?

“Nothing,” Keith said with a shrug, hiding the lie in the bottom of his cup as he emptied it before he set it on the grass at his foot. Carefully, he let himself settle further into the back of the couch before he dropped his head onto Shiro’s outstretched arm. With his eyes turned upwards towards the sky, he could only see the pale pink and red glow of those stupid heart lights.

“Everything.”

The word escaped him on its own volition, carried so lowly over his lips, he wouldn’t have been shocked if Shiro hadn’t heard him.

But of course, he did.

“That’s a lot to think about.” Shiro’s skin was warm against his hair where his arm pillowed his head.

“Sometimes I think it’s too much to think about,” Keith breathed, the lights blurring in and out of focus with the combined efforts of the alcohol and Shiro’s warmth. Against the dark sky, they now looked like glowing orbs of color. Maybe, if he looked long enough, he could find all the answers he needed within them.

A single moment stretched as he kept his eyes looking upwards, ignoring the way he could feel that silver gaze etching curious lines up and down his flesh. He wanted so desperately to tell Shiro about everything. How he had felt for so long. Why every relationship had failed, how much he meant to him, just how badly he wondered what his skin tasted like. It would be so easy to finally tell him.

To expose his truth.

“How about you don’t think for awhile.” Shiro’s suggestion was a wisp of a thought, nothing but breath with barely there syllables that shattered Keith’s reverie like a fist through glass. Eyes focusing back onto the lights until the dual colored hearts stood against the black sky with perfect clarity, he swallowed his own after it had leapt up into his throat.

Turning his head to face his best friend, his cheek resting against Shiro’s bicep, Keith saw the softened look that he was giving him now. Eyes darkened and lips curling upwards at the corners, he looked like a man something awe inspiring and precious.

He was looking at Keith like he understood the blaze of a new galaxy burning into itself into his body.

Don’t you know?

Maybe, Shiro did.

Dragging his gaze down to the full of his lips, Keith couldn’t help the unsteady breath that parted his own. He was just so close, and so beautiful.

Shiro had the kind of face that the Greeks had written myths about. Kind, and filled with the strength of heroes.

If he didn’t know better, he could chalk up the feeling in his gut as the alcohol catching up to him.

Too bad he did, and he knew the headiness that left him reeling with the slow burning desire working his chest open, was nothing more than fraternity president himself.

“Shiro,” he breathed, gaze still trapped by the sweet curve of his mouth.

God, did he want to kiss him.

Then those very lips he was so enthralled by pressed forward, closing the space between them as Shiro pulled Keith into him, capturing his mouth with a heated kiss that coaxed a gasp from deep within him. In a flurry of heat, he felt Shiro’s hands as they found the back of his hair, his thumbs brushing across the crest of his cheekbones as his fingers dug into his scalp. His own hands found their way to the front of Shiro’s tank top where they twisted into the fabric and anchored him to his chest.

All else fell away as Shiro licked along his bottom lip, looking for permission he was all too ready to give as he opened for him. Pouring all that he was into the pressure of the kiss, he tried to convey those three small words through their language of tongue and teeth.

Don’t you know?

Shiro pulled him closer, as if any amount of space between them was still too much as he returned the same heated intent.

I know.

***

His room was dark as they tripped over each other into the president suite that he called his home, causing Keith to huff a small laugh that he caught on his tongue as Shiro continued to press into the embrace. It felt like he was on fire, Keith’s touch igniting his skin with every caress and drag of his hands as if it was his goal to burn everything that he was to the ground.

It would be a worthy death, a small voice bit out as he kicked at the door behind him until he heard it slam shut.

Nothing else mattered except Keith and here and now and the way he tasted like a mix of whiskey, beer and fire.

When Shiro had made his rounds down at the party, his mind had been racing with the incendiary thoughts that had been plaguing him.

Don’t you know?

The voice had whispered as he’d eyed Keith from across the crowd. The soccer captain had been lounging against the Party Couch with ease as if he wasn’t aware that even from a yard away, he still held all of his attention.

Don’t you know?

It had said when he’d caught his stare, that thought line etching a dip divot in between his eyebrows as he’d looked at Shiro as if he could see straight through him.

Don’t you know?

That stupid voice had screamed when Keith had turned to face him, his head pillowed on his arm and the Valentine’s lights coloring his skin with an ethereal glow.

Somewhere in the galaxies of his eyes, reflected in the stars that shone in their depths, Shiro had recognized the hungry fire that had born them. For just a moment, Shiro saw everything that he felt staring back at him. It had broken whatever cage of self restraint that had confined him, and lost to the intoxication of all that Keith was, Shiro felt felt the strange tang of greed.

And then, he not only need everything, he wanted it.

So he took it.

Dropping himself onto the foot of his bed, his hands wrapped around Keith’s waist as he dragged him down into his lap before he wrapped his arms across his lower back. With a knee on either side of his thighs and a hand on his shoulder, Keith braced himself over him, looking down at Shiro with a look turned impossibly soft with fondness.

“Keith,” Shiro breathed, scared to put too much weight in his voice for fear of shattering the delicate moment that had settled around them. He felt the shudder that the brush of his name ran down Keith’s spine as he shook within the halo of his arms. Fingertips found his cheek as they traced over its arch, pushing back to the seam of his hat.

Turning his head into the touch, Shiro brushed his lips over Keith’s pulse.

“Is this okay?” He asked, the words tickling against Keith’s skin as he flicked his gaze upwards just in time to see the soccer player’s mouth form a moan that hung dangerously between them.

It was a guillotine, waiting with its deathly gleam to drop and cleave their friendship in two.

“I think it’s a little late to ask that,” Keith laughed, sounding almost as breathless as he felt. Where his lips still pressed into his skin, Shiro marveled at the way he felt the pulse there jump and quicken. A gentle press of his palm against his cheek led Shiro’s face to look up towards him.

“I want you, Shiro,” he said lowly as he settled himself lower into his lap, evening their gazes as he brought his other hand up to his face. They were impossibly warm against his cheeks, trapping him so that he could look nowhere else but the wine filled depths of Keith’s eyes.

Their intoxicating power went straight to his head. If Keith hadn’t been holding onto him, he was certain he would float away.

“I have for quite some time. You’re my best friend,” Keith smiled as he leant forward to press his forehead to Shiro’s. “You always will be. I want this.”

The soccer captain teased him with the simple, innocent brush of noses as his lips slightly parted with a breathy sigh that was anything but. It was enough to crack the shell of his chest open, leaving him open and raw as Keith let his eyes dip shut for a moment, as if he was preparing himself. Hanging the moment between them, Keith let Shiro burn for just a few seconds longer before mauve filled his vision.

In one fell swoop of three small words, Keith dropped the guillotine.

“I want you.”

And then he was everywhere. Electric and burning, Keith filled every one of Shiro’s senses as he closed the minute space that had separated them. Tightening his arms around his waist, Shiro let himself drown with the flames as their chests heaved together. Lips pliant beneath his, Shiro chased the breath they shared as he licked into Keith’s mouth, dragging out moans he had only thought he’d ever imagine.

But he was really there, in his arms, pressed against him like all those times he’d dreamed of, unaware it was ever anything he could actually have.

All that time between them swelled with all the ferocity of a southern storm, lightning crashing across their bodies as they rolled against each other. Keith’s fingers quickly discarded his snapback before they found a home nestled in the hair at the back of his scalp. The bite of his nails sent buzzing lines of anticipation and need rolling down his back as he sucked in a breath.

With his arms still wrapped around his waist, Shiro carefully shifted his position, using his strength to press Keith’s back to the mattress, pushing him up further until he was met with the embrace of his pillows.

Pulling away only when his lungs began to protest with an entirely different burn, Shiro allowed himself the opportunity to drink Keith in. Hair splayed across the white of his pillow case like spilt ink, his cheeks were dusted with the same shade of crushed flower petals, and his mouth was kiss bruised and slick. He wasn’t one for art, but in that moment he was certain the picture of Keith looking at him, eyes bright and pupils blown as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth in an attempt to chase Shiro’s taste, was what artists meant when they spoke of a muse.

He was inspiring, and he was there.

And in right now, he was his.

Dragging his thumb across Keith’s jawline, marveling in the way his touch made his eyes flutter, Shiro let himself just touch. Following the lines of his throat down towards the collar of his shirt, and over the clothed rise of his collarbone, he collected all the different parts of Keith.

The soft hush of his gasps.

The gentle roll of his hips.

The heat of his skin.

“Shiro,” Keith breathed as he dragged his own hands down the sides of his neck and over his chest until his palms came to rest on his pecs, the left held firmly against the strong beat of his heart.

“Is this okay?” He asked again, fingers brushing up across his shoulder and down over the cuff of his shirt until he found bare skin again. Goosebumps dotted Keith’s arm where he dragged the pads of his fingers, causing another shiver to run through him as his eyelids fluttered.

Heat was pooling in Shiro’s gut as he felt himself straining against his jeans, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop his careful exploration.

All he wanted was to continue to explore the way Keith’s moans could fill his room.

“Shiro,” he groaned again, hips twitching upward as he fisted his hands in the fabric of Shiro’s top, nails scratching dully through the cloth against his chest. “I want you, now.”

Emphasizing the last word, Keith pulled him forward by his shirt until he nearly landed face first against him. His breath danced over his lips as Keith looked at him, eyes burning with determination and unadulterated want.

“Anything else, we can figure out in the morning.”

Artlessly rolling his hips upwards against him, Keith kissed him again, swallowing the groan he earned as he began to take him apart.

“Okay,” Shiro breathed as his hands found the hem of Keith’s shirt, pushing under it to feel the sport hardened muscle of his stomach. “Okay.”

Keith was his best friend, and he was so much more. Anything else, they could figure out in the morning. Until then, they were here and now, with Keith underneath him with all the promise of everything he had ever wanted.

Shiro pushed forward once more to chase that promise.

Anything else, we can figure out in the morning.

***

The sun cut through the darkness of Keith’s dream, coloring it the same red of the backs of his eyelids as he turned his face into the the warmth next to him in an attempt at just a bit more sleep. It might have worked if that warmth didn’t shake with silent laughter, its fingers finding the hair at his temple and tenderly pushing it behind his ear.

“You need better blinds,” he muttered into Shiro’s chest before placing a chaste kiss to the skin warmed by his breath.

“You never were a morning person,” Shiro’s voice rumbled through his chest as he let his fingers trail through his hair. Humming at the touch, he pulled his head back to look up at Shiro.  His eyes were bright as if he’d been awake for quite some time now. The soft brush of happiness turned Keith’s features soft as he smiled.

Shiro’s mouth was still kiss bruised, and his cheeks still flushed as he mirrored the expression.

If he allowed his gaze to wander, he knew he would see the evidence of himself written across Shiro’s skin in the form of inky bruises and red raised lines. He relished in the idea of them. With each bruise and scratch, Keith finally marked Shiro as his.

But now, he found himself helplessly enraptured with the tender look of Shiro’s tempered steel eyes as he looked at him with open wonder.

“No,” he replied carefully, not wanting to break the warmth that was growing between them. “But I think I could be if this is what I have to look forward to.”

Keith felt the brush of Shiro’s chuckle as it stirred his hair, lips ghosting across his forehead in a quick kiss.

“If I knew that was all it took, I would have done this a long time ago,” Shiro said, tone bright with teasing as he lingered, pressing his face to his crown. A quiet settled over them both as they just basked in the feel of their skin against each others and the heat of the sun as it blanketed them with its bright glow.

It felt right, and for just a moment, Keith felt the soft sting of regret for having waited so long. Shiro was his best friend, and he always would be.

Anything else, we can figure out in the morning.

Only, there was nothing to figure out. At least, not for him. He was wholly, and completely, Shiro’s. He had been for quite some time, and even if Shiro didn’t want to pursue anything, he would carry that burden on his own.

As if he could hear his thoughts, Shiro tightened his hold on him, pulling Keith closer for a quick, crushing hug to his chest.

“Keith?” His name was soft as it blew across his hair.

“Yeah?” He asked, ignoring the way his voice faltered over the reply.

“Do you want to go get breakfast?” The question was shy, tiptoeing towards nervous. Nestled in the spaces of each word, Keith heard the underlying intent. Shiro was offering him the opportunity to go back. To undo the last night for favor of the friendship they’d cultivated. Nuzzling his face into the crook of Shiro’s throat, he ran his lips across his skin in a soft, barely there kiss.

Yes, Keith would carry the burden if he needed to. But something told him he wouldn’t have to.

Pulling back from Shiro’s embrace so that he could look up at him, Keith smiled.

“Yeah. I would love to.”

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