#pls someone take this idea off my hands and soar with it

[luvlaw]

rottmnt fnaf au idea

april is the new night guard, the boys r the animatronics. it’s a lil scary for her bc they DO attack at first but idk she befriends them somehow n they become buddies!

the boys canonically perform lil songs for kids, that cannot be scrapped.

no lore involved, no dead kids stuffed in suits, just some LAW SUITS from scared parents and injured kids.

[thesunicarusfellfor]

The neither route was amazing! If you ever get ideas for it pls continue because i found it really interesting. You are a great writer.

Okay! This route actually made me very happy, but unfortunately, as much as I wanted to write it, I didn't know how exactly to do it? If that makes sense?

Context is HERE- The very end of the story is the Neither route.

TW: Anxiety, mentioned nightmares, mentioned Tubbo threatening Ranboo, guilt

I would also like to say that cuddling is platonic.

Left The Game (Plat!C!Ranboo x GN!Reader x Parental!C!Philza) Headcanon/Fic (Part 3???)

Ranboo Beloved joined the game.

(Y/n) (L/n) joined the game.

Michael Underscore-Beloved joined the game.

You and Ranboo tumbled out of the swirling portal and hit the ground with a hard thud, dirt and sand kicking up around you both upon impact.

Before you could comprehend what happened, a small squeal came from behind you and something slammed into your back, causing a groan to pull itself from your chest.

The monochrome male mumbled from beside you, his face practically buried in the grass which caused his words to be muffled.

His crown had rolled a few feet away, and his bags had opened as well, sending a few of his tools scattering, but everything seemed to be intact?

You slurred a mess of words before spitting out the sand that had gathered up in your mouth, attempting to tell the tall male that you were alive.

At least somewhat.

You both knew that you three had to drag yourselves into Phil's house, but the travel was so exhausting. Sleeping in the dirt sounded so tempting...

A quiet whine sounded from the weight on your back, reminding you that Michael had also come into the server with you.

When Ranboo got up, he picked the zombie piglin up from where he sat on your back, allowing you to get up.

You both, plus Michael who was resting on Ranboo's hip, began to pick up everything that had dropped out of the portal with you.

Once everything was gathered up, you three wandered through the iron doors of Philza's home and looked around curiously.

Two cats, one named Pog and one named Champ, came up to you both, chirping and meowing eagerly before pausing suddenly. They most likely expected Phil...

Michael gave a loud squealing noise at the sight of the cats and squirmed out of Ranboo's hold, running over to pet the cats.

Ranboo set off to find food in the chests, scribbling in his memory book the entire time.

You, on the other hand, dug through your bags to find materials you had brought to make three beds. One yellow, one grey and the other (f/c).

Once you placed each of them beside each other, Michael eagerly hopped into the middle one (the yellow one), while Ranboo walked over with plates of steamed carrots and baked potatoes.

"Stressed?" He mumbled softly, watching you stare down at your wrist where the tattoo of a heart with deep grooves in the center rested. The exact place the three hearts tattoos were, "I-I know, it's going to be a little different... But... Maybe it's a good different! ...Please, eat something and then get some sleep. Phil will check on us in the morning, and you know how he can get..."

With a smile, he handed you the plate and a fork before sitting on the floor at the foot of the beds with his own plate. Luckily he had given Michael a golden apple before he had gone to look for food, so the child was quietly drifting off to sleep, "Do... You really think that running was the best option?" You whispered, taking a bite of the vegetables.

"I... What else could we have done?" He frowned, setting his crown beside him before taking a bite of his own food, "We couldn't fight them... and they were definitely not going to let you go so easily. Hell... Tubbo... My own fiance was threatening to kill me because I was talking to you and caring for your burns!" He hissed, tilting his head back with his eyes pinched shut tightly, trying so hard not to cry.

You quickly walked over and moved his plate so it rested on his bed and you wrapped your arms around him tightly. The enderman hybrid eagerly returned the hug, crying into your shoulder so the fabric of your clothes soaked up his tears, "Should... I have just... Accepted their love, and maybe learn to love them back? For everyone's sake?" You whispered, your voice wavering as you tried to keep your composure.

"Absolutely not!" He yanked himself back from your shoulder to give you a glare, "That relationship would not have been healthy whether you loved either of them or not! They would've kept you locked away like a prized possession, and they would've severely hurt anyone who tried to interact with you!"

"I- I know... But..." You glanced down, but Ranboo tilted your head upwards so you were looking at him, but you still avoided eye contact so it didn't make him uncomfortable, "Your... Your relationship..."

Ranboo sighed, "I know. But, I'd rather that he showed me his true colours and I divorced him again for that, rather than him manipulating someone into loving him... and putting everyone else in danger in response. Now. We have a lot to do tomorrow. Finish eating and get some sleep."

The next morning, Philza practically slammed open the iron doors to his own house, looking a tad bit out of breath and a bit frazzled.

Once he saw you, Michael and Ranboo curled up in a small cuddle pile on the three different coloured beds, he gave a loud sigh of relief and adjusted his striped bucket hat.

Thankfully, the father of Minecraft let you three sleep for a little while before waking you and Ranboo up around noon.

First, he gave you both spare elytra's and so you could keep up with his massive black avian wings.

Ranboo's turned into massive black and purple dragon wings, while yours turned into (f/c) (f/a) wings.

Phil showed you both the end realm and his Endlantis, which he gave Ranboo special water protection potions so he could swim through the waters as well.

This man basically treated you three as if you were his own children!

Taught you how to fly.

Taught you how to cook properly.

Everything!

And basically survive with bare minimums.

Once you both got better at flying, a few months later, Philza rEAAALLY wanted to take you to the massive project he called Nether Void.

"Ready, mates?" Philza walked over and ruffled the hair on both your and Ranboo's heads with a soft smile, somehow unbothered by the blistering heat of the hellscape, "Double check your potions, armour durability and food supply."

Ranboo mostly stopped wearing his crown because it had problems staying on when he flew and because it had a lot of memories tied to it, so he didn't want it damaged. He had also stopped wearing his tux, instead, he wore plain black pants and a white ruffled poet shirt with a purple short cape that had a golden trim and gold chains, which was a gift from Philza.

You on the other hand wore something similar but with a(n) (f/c) poet shirt and a(n) (f/c) and gold cape. Your cape was also a gift from the fatherly figure as well, and so was the (f/c) infinity scarf type fabric wrapped around your shoulder over your chest that helped you carry and protect Michael as you flew, "Yep, we're ready to go, Mr. Dadza Minecraft!" You gave him a mock salute with a smile as he laughed.

Ranboo checked on Michael who was nibbling on a golden apple before he helped put the zombie piglin child into your scarf carrier, "Yeah, everyone seems safe!" He chirped softly as he adjusted his cape to spread his wings, shaking them out a bit in the heat of the lava.

"Let's go!" You cheered softly once you made sure Michael was 100% secure and wouldn't fall out somehow, "Food is stocked up and in my bag, as well as Regen and Health pots, and a first aid kit and two extra totems."

Philza gave you a proud father smile and took off first, hovering in the air for a few seconds as he waited for both of you to catch up. Thankfully, he knew very well that you both likely would never be able to catch up to his skill in flying as he had been born with massive feathered wings hundreds of years ago. You and Ranboo had never been into the air until a few months ago. Once you both caught up, he took off and soared through the burning hot nether.

Phil loved telling you both the stories of the lands. The Blaze Empress who lived in the Quartress, the foolish Ender King...

You and Ranboo always listened to his stories with such eagerness, often asking him to retell the stories when you were having a bad day or just wanted to relax.

The elder male actually greatly enjoyed having two children to raise again, even if he didn't have the best track record with sane children.

When he did leave to go to the DreamSMP, he would always promise you both that he would be safe and NEVER left without saying goodbye, even if he was angry or upset with either one of you.

He never wants his last words to someone to be filled with anger or hatred.

Somedays he would go to the SMP, you and Ranboo would not leave the house, just out of fear that he wouldn't come back, or that Tubbo and Tommy would come out instead of Phil.

Both you and Ranboo were plagued by nightmares very often for the first few weeks and woke up in tears in the middle of the night.

As old as Phil was, he had absolutely no problems comforting either of you in the middle of the night, same with Ranboo.

"Here mates..." He whispered softly as he handed you a hot beverage and gave Ranboo a grass block, "You're safe here... I promise. I would have to allow either of them into the server, and that would never happen... Especially now that I know what kind of people my sons are..."

You sighed and put your hand on Ranboo's back as he sobbed into your shoulder, using the fabric of his shirt to dry his tears before they burned his skin, "I know... I know... There's just the overwhelming fear that suddenly I'll wake up and I'll be back in the SMP and-and..." You decided not to finish your sentence, nuzzling into Ranboo's hair to try and keep yourself calm.

"Last I checked... Techno scared them off from the Tundra... But I haven't been in Snowchester or near the Embassy enough to know what Tubbo and Tommy are doing. But Ghostbur said that Tubbo has gone absolutely nuts... And Sam had to steal the nukes so Tubbo wouldn't destroy anything else... He also said Tommy on the other hand hasn't done anything except visit Dream in prison constantly."

Ranboo gave a shaky sigh and glanced over at Michael, most likely extremely happy that he brought his child along so he didn't have to deal with a psychotic Tubbo... Hell, he didn't know what would've happened to his kid if he did leave him. The thought caused him to give a small sob and hide his face again, holding onto you tighter and practically pulling your smaller form into his lap, trying to silently promise you safety and using you to remind him that he wasn't alone.

"We... we can't thank you enough, Phil... Really... You taught us so many life skills, kept us safe and promised us a safe haven... Allowed us to your private server..." You whispered, before feeling the warm cup being taken from your hand before a hand replaced it.

"Honestly... It's the least I can do to protect you both... You two have become two children to me, and, while I haven't been able to raise you from children like Techno, Wil and Tommy..." He didn't continue his sentence, struggling to form sentences, but both you and Ranboo understood and were quick to yank him into your little cuddle pile/hug, the two of you eagerly hugging him.

"Thank you... Dadza..."

[simluvbot]

Enhypen’s reaction to when you punch a guy (hyung line)

a/n: this was a request ! I said I could upload this a few days ago but due to it being my birthday and it currently being exam week I didn’t have the time to edit this so that’s why I uploaded without proofreading at first TT // ok I finished editing 😁 Jake and sunghoon’s one is so bad don’t read it pls sorry

Although as this fic includes violence I only wrote for hyung like members and not maknae line, I hope you understand

Warnings: descriptions of physical violence (punching), mentions of being in a crowd, mentions of wanting to harm others (thoughts)

+ note: this is a work of fiction and in no way am I encouraging violence ! I wrote this in a way that I thought would match the member’s personalities although this is definitely not a true depiction of the enhypen members ^^

Lee heeseung

You and heeseung had been in the library studying together for your exams, and although you both had luckily reserved a secluded spot in the library that was both quiet and spacious for your revision, it wasn’t soon before some inconsiderate assholes had decided to occupy your desk too.

There were only two of them, yet they still managed to take up over half of the table whereas you and heeseung only had one small portion to yourselves

Plus they were very noisy, and the only librarian being on the seconf floor didnt help either  😐

You and your boyfriend had both made several attempts to sheepishly ask them if they could please quieten down before the librarian came back and kicked them out and more importantly so you mad heeseung could focus ??

But they simply ignored you, paying attention to the… online games ?? They had came to the library to play???

You were starting to get very annoyed, but decided to bite your tongue and instead have you and heeseung focus on your work

But it was when one of them spilt their coffee on heeseung’s expensive   textbook and even laugh afterwards which is what you decided that you finally had it

You don’t know how it happened, but soon you were standing up and landed a solid punch on the guy’s face

Heeseung was really shocked, just as much as you at your brash movements

And he would be even more concerned for you when he sees the person you punched egret aggressive to you and start getting close in your face.

“Hey man, that’s enough.” Despite heeseung’s shock, it didn’t take him longer than second before he stood up and grabbed at the man’s arm easily after he got up close you you intimidatingly, heeseung’s strong grip preventing the stranger from hitting you back and you swear you’ve never heard heeseung’s voice so deep and authoritative before as he told the man to sit down and focus on his stupid game

Due to your own surprise at your actions, you barely payed attention to what was going on as heeseung had a polite (on his end..) whisper-argument with the two guys, packing his things up as well as yours before grabbing your hand and safely leading you out of the library

You two ended up going home where he cleaned at your busted knuckles gently, sad at the fact that you got hurt and overall bummed out at two guys who got you so worked up and that his go-to textbook got ruined ):

“Baby, why did you do that, Hm? We could have just left to another place. You could have gotten hurt if they fought back!”

More than anything, your boyfriend was upset at the idea of you potentially getting more than just a few cuts and bruises on your knuckles, and so you promised heeseung right then and there that you wouldn’t do it again

After both of you got changed into your pyjamas, you and heeseung had set up your own study area in the dining room table, where you both continued with your study session for the rest of the day, with lots of cuddles afterwards as a reward!

Park Jongseong

You and jay were walking back home and it was already dark outside as you were both walking through the streets.

Approaching a heavily crowded place outside a club which included several people under the influences, it was pretty hard for you both to squeeze through the crowd as you were walking past.

They literally were spilling onto the road.. :/

“Jay.” You gasped when you lost hold of his hand on yours, leaving you in the idle of the crowd alone. There were so many bodies around you and as you got quickly pushed to against a wall from the movements of the people you found it hard to make your way through the people who were much taller than you.

You were starting to get anxious and when someone came directly in front of you, literally ignoring you asking for them to move and plainly blocking you for no reason you started to get frustrated, adrenaline in your veins as you lost your boyfriend and wanted to get out asap before you started fo panic.

You had asked the person to please move out of the way so you could pass through and they even had the audacity to look at you and make eye contact — only to simply ignore you when you asked for the nth time for them to scoot.

So, with your anxiety peaking and frustration soaring, you punched them hard on their face as soon as they turned around, and when they went stumbling backwards you finally had enough space to escape from your trapped position against the wall.

Jay had finally found you and was right there a few steps in front of you, and you were almost reaching him when a hand pulled you back suddenly, slamming you against the wall aggressively and leading you to hit your head hard.

Jay saw the whole thing. and he was livid

He shouted at the guy and grabbed his hands in his, pushing him so he was off of you once again. Jay was so angry he literally thought he could see red. How dare a man not just refuse to let someone obviously distressed through, but to touch you and hurt you?

You had to calm him down and urged hin for you both to leave before the stranger started getting aggressive because he was already shouting at you both and some heads were turning 😟

He eventually listened to you when he saw your glossed eyes and you clutching at your aching knuckles, so gently grabbing your unhurt hand in his he swiftly led you both away from the crowd in less than a minute, face fallen and heart aching ah ):

“Hey, let me look at you. are you okay? Did that bastard hurt you a lot?”

You could tell he was still so agitated with what happened, checking at your bruised knuckles and looking a the back of your head that was starting to form a lump from the force of being pushed against the wall earlier.

“I’m so sorry, I should have held tighter. I should have brought some security guards with us today.”

You had to tell him it was okay and you defended yourself and the guy was just a jerk and can’t hurt you anymore.

Jay was still so sad at the fact that you got hurt all because he let you go accidentally for one second ): seeing you so anxious and literally in pain made him feel so bad.

He showered you in many kisses once you both got home and you had a relaxing bath together, as well as helping treat your bruise , promising for this to never happen again 🥺

Sim jaeyun

You were hanging out with your old classmates as a reunion and it was getting close to the time where Jake had said he would pick you up to take you home.

Your classmates had asked you if you had a partner and when you told them that you did, they all got instantly curious.

You of course got so excited and was ecstatic to flaunt off your talented and handsome boyfriend to them :D

So you showed them a picture of Jake, however the reaction that you were met with was not what you were expecting.

Your classmates were silent for a few moments as they looked at the photo, before one of them eventually asked,

“Oh, so that’s the guy you’re dating?”

You could see two of them exchange glances for a reason you could not possibly fathom and your heart fell to your stomach when you saw them stifing their laughter.

“What?” You asked, frowning as you looked at the photo you showed them on your phone. What was wrong with the photo?

“Oh.. nothing it’s just.. well.. he just doesn’t look like the best option..”

“It’s pretty cute actually. Of course you would end up with a guy that looks like he matches you in social level.. he’s probably a loser.”

You were so confused and the comments kept coming as they talked amongst themselves, openly criticising Jake for no reason.

You gotta admit, you never were the closest my with your classmates in the first place but still decided to agree to the meet-up for old times’ sake.

You could put up with their side glances towards you ever since you arrived because you barely cared, but when they dared talk about your boyfriend like that??

You were so angry you felt yourself almost shaking.

“Hey.” You said, standing up abruptly from your seat on the picnic table at the park you guys were hanging out at.

“Why are you insulting my boyfriend like that. What is wrong with you?”

Once again, they simply laughed in your face, seeming to think of your reaction as hilarious.

You were gonna start crying soon because the rage boiling up inside of you was reaching to the point that you were finding it hard to contain it and breathe deeply to keep calm and not cause a scene.

But they kept insulting Jake, liking watching you get angry under their gazes.

One of your classmates in particular kept offering comments, too many and you had enough - you snapped.

You punched them square in the face.

And you had done so just when you noticed Jake exiting his car right outside of the park, when it was obvious that he saw you.

You didn’t care, and in fact you started laughing almost hysterically in front of your classmates at their shocked expressions.

You were in tears because the person you punched started having a nosebleed… to you it was hilarious and you were in your own world trying to catch your breath from laughing so much until you heard your name being called.

“Y/n.” Jake said worriedly, finally reaching yoy and placing a hand on your shoulder.

He led you to his car, and after you both left and as you sat silently in the passenger seat having calmed down, you were staring to feel awkward with all the little glances Jake threw towards you ever so often.

He didn’t ask or push, instead just remaining silent and gripping at your hand you had punched your classmate with, thumb swirling over your red knuckles as he stared down at them with a bothered expression.

“Sorry.” You finally said, giving him a sheepish smile. “They just kept talking so badly about you when they found out I had a boyfriend.. I couldn’t resist.”

Jake if anything was a bit disappointed that you had reacted violently, and he was silent for a few seconds as he sat unknowing of what to say, frowning and licking his lips like a confused puppy trying to work out a solution.

“Please just don’t do it again. Violence is never okay, you should have just left. I don’t want my y/nnie getting hurt or getting into fights because of me, okay?”

You both drove back and cuddled a lot on the sofa, and Jake made sure to give your knuckles several kisses, his heart aching with the memory of what happened );

Park Sunghoon

“Ha, if it isn’t the ugly y/n.”

You bit your lip as you heard the familiar laugh of the rink bullies behind you, plainly mocking you.

“Still friends with that weirdo, park sunghoon?”

Ever since the members in the same extracurricular figure skating club had found out you were friends with sunghoon, the ice boy that they liked to torment for reasons forever unknown to you, you had soon too fallen victim to their evil teasing.

“I told you to stop making fun of sunghoon like that.” You said plainly, sighing as you sat down on a bench to undo your skates.

The group members laughed and would just not leave you alone, even going as far as sitting next to you and entering your personal space by constantly poking at your sides sharply.

And you swear to god the temptation of slashing open their faces with the bottom of your skates was very tempting—

But no, you had told sunghoon that you would meet him at the entrance of the rink to walk home together after your individual practices; and you were already running late.

“Where you going? To go see sunghoon? Huh? Go tell him that we messed with his skates so he fails in the competition.”

Your hands froze as you were tying your converses. You looked up, meeting the leader’s gaze.

“What?” You had enough. You could never understand why they had sunghoon as their punching bag. Sunghoon was used to it, not one to start arguments and the type to only keep to himself when things like this happen.

You just went along with it and followed his lead in ignoring your other club members, but them going this far to try to sabotage the performance sunghoon had been training months for? You had enough of simply doing nothing in retaliation to their bullying.

Standing up abruptly, they stood back at youe sudden movement, but not quick enough for being able to dodge the punch you swung directly on the nose of the nearest one in front of you.

“Y/n?”

Looking over to the doorframe of the changing room — there was park sunghoon.

“Sunghoon.” You said in shock, glancing over towards the group in front of you as they started guffawing at the sides of the person you punched

“Sorry, I got caught up with-“

You were just making your way speedily over towards hoon when you were pulled back by the wrist painfully.

You gasped when the force that you were let go of led you to be flung over to one side and practically topple onto the sticky matte floor.

Wincing as you landed on your wrist, you hissed at the fresh pain and the loud crack that came with it.

It was silent as everyone paused, having heard your wrist snapping as much as you had felt the pain of it.

“Y/n!” Sunghoon was at your side in an instant, pushing his way cut though the others standing around you in shock.

His pretty face was frowned with worry, eyes wide as he came in front of you, assessing your wrist without touching it.

“Let’s get out of here.” He scooped you up, and if you weren’t busy trying to breathe in and out deeply to calm yourself down after your injury, you would have been surprised at the skate bullies making space for a clear path Sunghoon to carry you through.

From all your time of knowing the talented ice boy, your skating partner and friend — you had never really seen him show much emotion apart from the small smiles and laughs he gave only to you. His long legs were able to stride quickly to a bench outside as he called an ambulance for you, a distressed expression as he meticulously cared towards you.

And gee if you breaking your wrist didn’t hurt like hell, but after all, did you regret that day? No. You finally were able to stand up to the bullies for the first time, and even more importantly — that moment had started the beginning of a new chapter for you and Sunghoon.

[awsuntanz]

a ramble about helium chapter 4 (and dakota’s wonderful characterization)

its 4am, forgive me for any mistakes. i’ve never written anything like this before, aha.

All of these quotes are from Chapter 4 of @heytherestilinski‘s fic Helium!

The way Dakota (the author) fleshes out conflict and allows their painfully realistic characterization to shine is so...perfect. I find myself heavily relating to Dream, George, and even Sapnap at times. 

Here are some lines that I didn’t think would stick out to me (but did):

After a quiet moment, to his soaring heart’s approval, George speaks up again.

This entire kitchen scene portrays that feeling of having a conversation with someone who matters to you. Whether it would classify as something important to someone else or not is irrelevant- to you, in that moment, it feels like you’re holding the world. It’s soft, and tender. You don’t want it to fall flat. You don’t want to let it go. (This scene may or may not have encouraged me to say goodnight to a special someone I was thinking of while reading this).

Sapnap dumps the responsibility of the cart back onto Dream. As he walks past him, he says, “You suck at flirting.”

I really enjoyed the stupid banter between Dream and Sapnap at the grocery store. It not only served as some nice comic relief that kept our guard down before the conflict at the end of the chapter, but it’s also something us readers would definitely hear from (and say to) our friends in real life. Good comic relief is something that eases us in naturally and allows us to immerse ourselves and enjoy the moment while maintaining that element of surprise that keeps us interested :)

He turns away from Dream. “I don’t want to talk about this.”

Dream may be less controlled in his emotions and impulses, but he is very open in sharing them. George has more of a filter on everything. Controlled. Not wanting to push Dream (or maybe even himself) off the edge.

“You wanted to this morning,” he says, low.

“Yeah, because we were in your house, not the middle of the grocery store.”  

Rejection. Denial. George’s response holds some truth to it, but comes off as a haphazard excuse at the same time. He doesn’t appreciate the way Dream pushes for that direct confrontation and frankness when it comes to approaching their situation (and honestly? Neither would I). 

George halts to face him again, with a half-whisper, “Not exactly the best place to ambush me, Dream.” 

I like the use of the word ambush here because of the strong negative connotation it implies. It’s as if he’s saying that Dream sought out to make him uncomfortable. As if this was pre-planned and intentional, and not another one one of his silly impulses.

Dream stares at him wildly. “I didn’t ambush you. You brought up your expectations, not me.” His voice grows tight. “Are you seriously still going to act like this?”

We’ve had enough of “Dream, why? Dream, no! Dream, quit being an idiot!” from the readers. This time, he takes that blame and tosses it over to George instead. Conflict grows stronger.

“Like I’m—I’m this stumbling idiot who forces you into every bad situation,” he says. “It’s exhausting, and doesn't make me feel good about myself, and—” He runs a trembling hand through his hair. “It’d be nice if you took some responsibility, for once. That’s all.”

God, I’m so guilty of how George does this to Dream. Taking responsibility isn’t very fun when you feel like the other person is constantly making irrational, immature, and as we’ve established earlier, overall impulsive decisions when it comes to what they say and do. We assume that the other person should be able to understand us- We’ve put up with them for all this time, haven’t we?

Realizing that having a mentality like this is toxic and draining to the other person as well is... difficult. It’s difficult to remember that they’re trying, and that they genuinely care about you too. The very same things that make them irritating are what make them a loving and caring person as well. It takes growth from the both of you to learn and understand each other. And growth takes time.

It’s 4AM at the time I’m writing this, and I’m far too tired to quote the entire phone scene, so I’m going to assume you’ve read it. 

A few lines from George:

“Can...can you stay on, for a bit? Can we just talk?”

“Please, Dream.”

“I just want to hear your voice.”

A few lines from Dream:

“George.”

“Stop,” he warned. “Stop that.”

“Don’t say that.”  //  “What is wrong with you?”

“Fuck, George. Why are you doing this to me?”

The reason Dream brings this up is because it highlights a moment where their general character roles in the fic are switched. In this scenario, it highlights a moment of hypocrisy. George is desperate, and vulnerable. The phone call dialogue showcases him doing something that he knows he shouldn’t be doing. “Can we not talk about this? Can we pretend this phone call didn’t happen?”

Now, plenty of ugly nights and long weeks later, he steps closer to George in the grocery aisle as an unconcerned passerby skirts around their cart and conflict.  

I’m not sure why I like this line. It feels like a gentle reminder that in the grand scheme of things, your conflict is small. Insignificant to the rest of the world, mattering to you two and only you two. Makes everything a bit more personal, I guess.

He looms over him, wishing he could melt the bristling anger from his brown eyes, and wishing he had it in himself to be angry, too.

I relate to both sides of this. That gut-wrenching feeling of not being able to find your own anger at someone who is angry at you. The feeling of knowing that your anger is frustrating and hurting someone else, too. Either way, it feels absolutely terrible.

“You called me,” Dream recounts, even though he can tell George remembers it as vividly as he. “You talked to me.” He lets out a short, frustrated breath. “Then you got mad at me the next morning, and iced me out.”

Doing the same thing that you hated the other person for doing, and taking it out on them afterwards. Yeah.

(dakota. dream. can you pls stop calling me out through george i would really really really appreciate it thank u) /hj /lh 

“Because you let it happen,” George says, but he looks more vulnerable than before.

blame game here we go againnnnn

Dream stares down at him. “So it’s all on my shoulders,” he reiterates flatly. “It’s all my responsibility, now?” 

“Yes,” George spits, his sharpness startling them both. He meets Dream's gaze, unwavering, and recollects himself with a deep breath.

 “Yes. Because you made it your responsibility, when you sent me that text.”

George was ready to throw that blame right back into Dream’s face. When I saw that whole scene in Heat Waves, I realized how much I related to George in that particular situation. I knew it would come back, somehow. George wouldn’t be able to let something as huge as that, something that shifted the entire course of their relationship...slide so easily. Even with Dream’s eventual promise to work on himself. The whole time, I was thinking, “He’s too nice. He’s too patient,” and, “I wouldn’t be that nice. I wouldn’t be that patient. Not on the inside, at least.”

And you didn’t fail me. That final jab, although relatable- It hurt.

Now that the screens are off, the distance is gone, and the barriers are thinner than ever before, George’s flaws are becoming more transparent. We start to see other parts of his character that had only been foreshadowed in your previous work. I had no idea how Helium would unfold at the beginning, but I’m now very sure that you did not disappoint.

Seeing how you’ve evolved as a writer in both more subtle and more noticeable ways has been awesome :) I’m excited for the next chapter.

[not-me-simping-for-blasty]

HI HELLO I WOULD LIKE TO EXPRESS MY LOVE AND ADMIRATION FOR U AND BOW DOWN TO UR CREATIVE WRITING GENIUS AND GODLINESS IN AN EXTREMELY LONG ASK

i would also like to say, “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGJJGSLJJSKDJJJFJKSDFJSJFJSODJFDFJ”

that was live footage of me reading wrong number asshole bECAUSE THAT SERIES WAS JUST SO ❗️❗️❗️DAMN ❗️❗️❗️GOOD❗️❗️

Everything. the nervous and overthinking reader. bakugo being a major douchebag tsundere. wingman kirishima. the GOD-TIER HUMOR. THE POP ROCKS!!!!!! EVERYTHING WAS ABSOLUTELY SPECTACULAR.

I’ll be honest, when i realized it was part smau i was like ehhhh i dont rly know BUT U BLEW MY EXPECTATIONS COMPLETELY OUT OF THE WATER. you ... YOU are such a RARE tumblr gem and i say that bc there are only a few select people who have the ✨quality✨ of writing that you do. And I’m a very picky reader, so that’s saying something. I really, REALLY loved the way u portray bakugo. Because he’s more than just an angry Pomeranian, he also has his own insecurities and things that he genuinely really cares about. And i think it just goes to show how good of a writer you are because i can tell you really did a deep character analysis of him and it was anything but superficial.

i read wrong number for the first time back in may and was secretly reading it during math class AND SO many hours of sleep were lost over this but it was 100% worth it 😁😁😁

at the end of pretty much every chapter was me just screaming into my pillow in the darkness of my room at like 2 am. i also just recently reread it and OH MY GOD i forgot how funny the first few parts are. Also !!! The way i fRICKIN RELATE TO Y/N JESUS CHRIST I FELT EVERYTHING IN MY SOUL

here are some of my favorite lines from the series:

“But I also think you tend to fixate on reasons to leave instead of looking for reasons to stay.”

Yeahhhhh, when i read this for the first time I literally said oof. out loud. because that’s literally me. This line just,,, hit me yk.

It was an insecurity of yours, always believing that you had to be the one in the wrong. That the only reason someone could ever be upset was because you made them that way.

YEAH REMEMBER HOW I SAID I RELATED TO Y/N. YEAH. IT”S THIS.

Instead of him, it was just you- alone and waiting and etched with a ugly tattoo you should’ve never expected to guarantee forever.

ok so i rly like this line partly because again, i relate, but also just the WORDS. UGHHH that last part “you should’ve never expected to guarantee forever’ STOP EYE-

It’s strange- the way your heart seems to be breaking entirely and rebuilding itself completely all at the same time. It’s a wave crashing against your ribs- pushing and pulling and tumbling and pushing and pulling and turning and twisting and- calming when you look at his face. When you look at the way his hair sits and the way his jaw slopes and the way his eyes meet yours. It’s death and completetion and rebirth and red, red wildfire.

It’s your old life scorching and curling and burning up. And it’s your new, better, warmer life rising from the ashes.

AAAAAAASKDFJSDKLFJDS THE IMAGERY THE RHYTHM OH MY GOODNESS THE TALENT

Something in his eyes seems so tiny and small and unsure at your words, and it breaks your heart. There aren’t enough words in the world for all you want to say in that moment, so you just take his head in your hands, kiss him with every bit of care and concern you hold for him.

When you pull back, he won’t look at you, his cheeks gone nearly as red as his vulnerable eyes. His shoulders shake, and he takes a deep breath, turning his head to place a tiny little kiss into the palm of your hand. He doesn’t say anything, but the tiny action communicates almost everything you need to know.

PLS BC I AM VERY TOUCHSTARVED SO JUST THE IDEA OF BAKUGO KISSING MY PALM AAAAHHHHHHHH

Bakugou fights it, going rigid and stiff and resitant at first. He hardly looks at you, just barely, but you catch his gaze and nod. It’s all it takes before he’s allowing himself to sink into you, his arms pulling you closer.

It’s hesitancy, than acceptance and than desperation, and suddenly he’s holding you so tightly, clutching at you like you’re gonna fade. Like you’ll slip through his calloused fingers. It makes you ache. Sends volts of throbbing pain through your chest that have you squeezing him tighter.

It makes you want to sob- the way he seemed so resistant to softness despite being so obviously starved for it. You wondered if anyone else had stuck around this long; if anyone else had noticed just how desperate he was for someone to finally hear him.

again. THE IMAGERY. JUST SEEING HIM SLOWLY MELT INTO A HUG AND THEN SQUEEZE YOU AS TIGHT AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE AAAAAAAAA SOMEONE GIVE THIS TOUCHSTARVED BOI A KISS ON THE FOREHEAD oh wait y/n already did that ahaha

The completion you’d felt from this kiss far surpassed the charged kisses from earlier. This was kissing him just because you could, because you wanted to, and you were sure this was heaven- at least, as close to heaven as any one human should ever be allowed to get.

It felt like flying, like hurtling above the earth and surging through the clouds. Like you were Icarus and you breached the atmosphere to soar against the surface of the sun. His hands fell to the base of your spine, pressing you firmly against him, and suddenly you knew. Knew it for sure, in your bones like it’d always been carved in there-you might’ve been Icarus, but he’d never let you fall. You would get to blister and scorch and burn for as long as you’d wanted but your wax would never melt. There was no fear when falling with him. Falling for him.

You pull away, but you don’t go too far. Don’t think you could separate even if you tried. Katsuki was an addiction, a powerful, potent thing and the only salve for that itch in your skin was being close to him. As close as you could possibly manage.

NOT THE ICARUS METAPHOR PLS ARE U TRYING TO MAKE ME FALL EVEN MORE IN LOVE WITH THIS SERIES EYE- ONCE AGAIN UR WRITING TALENT BLOWS ME AWAY

“Good.” He mumbles juvenilely, looking anywhere to avoid your eyes. “Die then. Fuckin’ burn, you witch.”

I remember the first time i read this i FRICKIN DIED OMG IT WAS SO FUNNY i was crying at like 3 am

Grabbing his chin, you pulled him in, guiding until his lips met yours. You felt him smile as you kissed him, and you realized you were wrong. That first real kiss might’ve been nice; but it wasn’t heaven- itwas only the gateway to paradise. But this? This was the real Elysium.

His body moved against yours, so close and warm and pliant. He was letting you set the pace, without resistance or force or argument for the very first time. There had been a lot of past kisses, you had hardly been able to keep yourself off of him, but none of them had never felt like this before. He’d never trusted you like this before. You got to be the one taking and taking and taking where’d you spent so long giving.

It was consummation. Finality. Your perfect ending.

*SCREAMS*

AGAIN WITH THE GREEK MYTHOLOGY THIS REALLY IS THE PERFECT FIC ON GOD

i’ll have u know that this is my Official Designated Comfort Fic (insert trademark symbol).

THANK YOU. YOU ARE A WRITING GOD. I BOW DOWN TO YOUR GREATNESS. Also sorry for this extremely long ask and the overwhelming use of caps lock

have u ever,, have u ever read something that brings literal tears to ur eyes. that brings so much serotonin that its almost criminal

bc this, this ask is everything for me. u rllY SAID THAT MY FIC IS UR DESIGNATED COMFORT FIC?? THATS MY FAVORITE THING ANYONE HAS EVER SAID TO ME

YOU HAVE FAVORITE LINES?? FROM SOMETHING I WROTE??? DO U- I literally cannot even begin to describe how much this means to me.

@ur-local-reality-shifter , i adore u my lovely

[orbitvenus]

this post is inspired by this reblog of mine <33 check it if you want to!!

Pairing: timeskip!Tendou x fem!Reader

Genre: fluff and drabble

Warning: grammar errors, its uhhh cheesy ig, bland dialogues because I suck at them, ooc??? and maybe some swearing

I hope this won't plop😭 also someone help me how to describe other gestures besides the forehead kisses,knuckle kisses and hugs that I always include in my writings

You and Tendou have been together for a long time. When he asked you to join and live with him in Paris, you immediately said yes knowing you'll be fine with him even though you have to leave your home country behind. Moving to another country is pretty tough at first, but slowly the two of you began to adjust and create a routine.

Now, you and tendou are about to celebrate your anniversary. He asked you to dress up prettily. You asked why he just smiled and said this anniversary is much special so its important. You raised your eyebrows as if every anniversary you had with him wasn't special. To you all the anniversaries you had were always special, each one is unique filled with happy memories and for this year you still look forward to what he had prepared.

He told you he will be picking you up later while he will be doing some business. He pulled you close to him and nuzzled his head to your neck like a cat which made you chuckle.

'Keep safe okay.'

'Yes yes no worries babe.' He spoke, muffled because he's still nuzzled on your neck.

He pulled away and looked at you lovingly before leaving. You stood there dumbfounded until the door is shut. He always looks at you with adoration that you never fail to send back at him but you noticed that his behavior today is....quiet weird. You decided to shrug it off.

You took a shower and stepped out to go to your bedroom. In your bed is a box with a note that came none other than from Satori.

'wear this for me.'

-satori♡

You smiled and opened the lid of the box. You pulled out the dress and admired it. Realizing it was the dress you mentioned to him that you've been dying to get. You felt fuzzy and warm with your heart fluttering in your chest realizing he remembered it and got it for you. You made a mental note for yourself to repay him. Snapping out of your daze, you hurriedly dressed up yourself as you saw the clock nearing to the time where Satori promised you to pick you up.

You were still trying to wear your shoes when you heard knocks behind your apartment's door. After finally wearing your shoes, you turned the doorknob and met your boyfriend all dressed up as you.

'There's my baby, I knew it would look perfect on you.'

His words always make you blush even though you two are no longer teenagers.

'Thanks you too.'

You walked near him and fixed his collar, inhaling his perfume as you come closer. You rested your hands on his chest. Taking a look at his form, he looks handsome as ever.

'Babe if you kept staring at me I will definitely melt.'

He teasingly commented. You playfully rolled your eyes at him and grabbed his hand to leave even if you don't have any idea where he will take you.

'Lets go now, don't want us to be late yeah?'

You were met with the breeze coming from the sea while walking, hands in hands with Tendou. Looking around the place is quiet with only the two of you walking towards a boat. The boat is decorated with flowers and battery operated candles we don't want any incidents to happen don't we. Tendou was first to step inside the small boat and held out his hand.

'Hop in my lady~'

He said it while looking at your eyes and grinning. You took it and stepped in with him while he's keeping the boat steady.

'Careful..careful okay there'

You got in and he gestured you to sit down. You sat opposite of your boyfriend and beside you is a picnic basket with wine and two wine glasses along with some food inside. Satori pushed the boat so it will move further to the sea and began rowing. While he was rowing you took the time to admire everything including him. He's still pretty muscular even if he already quitted volleyball but he continued to maintain his physique by exercising from time to time. The sun is beginning to set, casting the skies a beautiful orange glow.

Satori stopped rowing the boat and looked at you. Seeing that awe struck expression in your face, he knew he succeeded again. You felt his eyes on you and faced your body towards him.

'So....where did you learn how to row?'

'One of the locals who rents boats taught me how, to be honest I thought it was gonna be easy but I was wrong.'

You laughed lightly and continued to chat with him. While talking you two also started to drink the wine and eat the food that was prepared on a small table he brought out.

The amount of happiness you felt at this moment will never compare when you celebrated your first anniversary together. You continued laughing with Tendou when a latern caught your attention. You stopped and observed. Satori also kept quiet to observe you to see how you will react to his surprise.

It already got dark, luckily the candles and the street lamps are kept the place illuminated. That later changed when the laterns began to come out and light up the sky. Your eyes followed the laterns. At that moment it was so beautiful, you don't know if its a coincidence or part of your boyfriends plan.

You felt as if you were in the scene from Tangled. You were far too amazed to even notice your boyfriend. While you were excitedly admiring what he prepared, he took his time to prepare himself on the question he's been dying to tell you.

He knew it's about time for you to know when he was sleeping beside you one night.

He was just staring at the ceiling and he can't sleep while you were peacefully sleeping on top of him. He looked at you and realized after all you two have been through you still stuck with him. He remembered how you listened and comforted him from his insecurities. How you greeted him with a hug everytime he returns home from work. He even remembered how you kept practicing to cook for him. He remembered how he met you and how you got together with him. Everything, you're always there with him. He doesn't want to let you go and felt that he needs to confirm that you and him will be with each other forever.

He looked at the calendar besides him and saw your anniversary date. He thought about it and realized he had enough money to buy you the ring you wanted. Funny how it seems the universe is inclined with his intentions. He will have to start planning to propose to you but first he needs his sleep while keeping his arms around you.

'Y/n...'

'Hmmm?'

You responded but still enraptured by floating lanterns. He coughed and caught your attention.

'I know it was a big decision when I asked you back then to come with me here in Paris. I was prepared to hear your rejection back then but your excited yes shocked me a little.......'

He continued to say what he had always wanted to say to you. You started to tear up feeling overwhelmed by his confession. Somehow this scenario feels oddly similar to his first confession to you and hit you with nostalgia.

'Now I wanted to ask you to um...'

He felt flustered and his heart beating. He sighed before continuing and brought out a small box out of his pocket. He placed it on his palm and slowly opened it. Now is the time to ask the big question.

'Y/n L/n will you marry-'

'Yes!'

You happily interrupted him and threw your arms around him, burying your face to his neck to avoid seeing you in tears. Tendou is shocked and happy at the same time now that you said yes, you still have to wear the ring which you haven't done yet. He was about to take your hands and slid it on your finger when you hugged him.

He patted your back and smiled also starting to feel his tears build up when he realized you were crying.

'Hey- come on now I don't want to see you crying.'

He shushed you softly. You calmed down and backed off. You were still wiping your tears off you cheeks with your other hand when he slid the ring on your finger. You kept rubbing until you peeked your eyes open and saw the ring.

The tears began to build up again and you cried. Thinking what you did to deserve such man like him, he surprised you too much today you can't help but feel overflowing joy and love. You try to form words but the hiccups are preventing you and trying your best to wipe off the endless tears from your eyes.

Your attempt to dry them off fail until you felt Satori your now fiancé, use his handkerchief to help you. You finally looked at him through blurry eyes and saw how he was also crying while looking at you. Your hand reached out to his face to dry his tears.

He held your hand on his face and brought it near his lips to kiss your ring. His gesture made you cry harder.

'Damn it Satori! Stop making me cry you dummy.'

You finally spoke again. You made him laugh and stop his tears. Tendou tried to help you clear the tears from your cheeks again until its gone.

When you two both calmed down, he pressed his forehead against yours and connected his lips to yours while both of his hands are cupping each sides of your face. The kiss made you feel like fireworks soaring in the sky. He stopped and murmured against your lips.

'I love you so so much, thank you for being with me and loving me I promise to cherish you for eternity my paradise.'

'I love you so much too Satori...more than you would ever know.'

He let out laugh from your words. His laugh made you feel giddy. His yours and you are his officially.

'You know babe our setting really reminds me of that scene from Tangled.'

'Well...where did you think I got the inspiration from?'

Notes:duck im tired im also on low battery bye now- I have to rush the ending because I was at like....5% 😭😭😭 anyway thank you for reading!! Feel free to like and reblog if you like it <33

content by @dreamingkita pls do not repost or plagiarize or else I will hunt you❗

[ptergwen]

can you do a stark!reader blurb or one shot(lmao idk the difference) with peter and morgan stark are bonding? omg and he doesn't have like any girl relatives so him like watching all these disney films for the first time or having a tea party with her?

pls i think this is a blurb :,) a very very fluffy one

you and peter are supposed to have a date tonight, but so are your mom and dad. that leaves you to be morgan’s babysitter. you’ve already asked, begged them to get anyone else. happy, rhodey, a real babysitter. tony won’t do it. he doesn’t trust anyone else with her.

he insists you should take that as a compliment. really, you take it as him not wanting to search for someone.

so, you have to call peter up and cancel. he has a better idea.

“what if i, um, help you babysit?” he suggests, the nervous smile clear in his voice. you raise an eyebrow as you hold your phone to your ear. “you’d wanna do that?” “well, yeah. morgan’s cool,” peter’s voice comes out softly. “and we could still hang out. like, a multipurpose date.” that brings a smile to your face.

“a multipurpose date,” you repeat in a teasing tone. “come over at seven.” “i’ll see you,” peter grins at your name on the screen before hanging up.

peter arrives at exactly seven o’clock. he’s never on time for anything, so he must be taking his babysitter responsibilities very seriously. you texted him to just let himself in because you’re in morgan’s room. he finds his way through the house, grinning at what he sees when he gets there.

you and morgan are in a circle with some of her stuffed animals, a tea set in the middle. you’re holding up a cup with a pinkey out. your eyes catch peter’s while he watches from the doorway. you perk up and put down the teacup on your saucer.

“peter’s here,” you tell your sister, who gestures to the empty spot next to you. you’d convinced her to leave out a plushie so peter could fit. “would you like to join us for tea?” morgan asks him in an impressive british accent. “oh, i’d be honored,” peter chuckles and joins the circle. he presses a quick kiss to the side of your head.

“‘ello, love,” he attempts his own british accent. you and morgan look at each other. “don’t do that ever again,” you laugh out, but rest your head against his neck. “that was tragic, peter. really,” morgan shakes her head, still using her accent. he gives her a playful eye roll. “she watches a lot of peppa pig,” you explain to him.

morgan gasps at you giving away her secret. you’re smirking wickedly. “it’s a good show!” she defends. “if you think my accent is bad, you’re gonna hate this,” peter murmurs, earning a curious look from morgan. “i’ve never... had tea before.” she clutches at her heart dramatically. you tug on the bottom of his shirt.

“yes you have. may has a whole drawer of different boxes,” you remind him, peter smiling at the fact that you know that. “i mean, i’ve never been out to tea,” he elaborates. morgan sits up straighter and clasps her hands in her lap. “we’ll teach you what to do.” this should be fun.

you let morgan take the lead because this is her thing. she starts by having peter greet all of the guests, which are mostly stuffed animals and a few action figures. he has to shake their hands or sometimes paws and ask how they’re doing. you get a hug because morgan says you’re “special.”

she has to cut it off when it goes on a little too long, you giggling about something peter whispers in your ear.

they cover manners next. no burping, no slouching, no cussing, no gossiping. peter asks, “what if i spill my tea?” morgan replies with a, “pfft. it’s not real, peter.” “yeah, peter,” you agree, eyeing him in pretend disapproval.

it makes your heart literally soar getting to see the two of them together like this. morgan is having so much fun, and peter thinks it’s adorable. he’s so good with her the whole night. he does a disney marathon, too. morgan lets him pick a movie for it. she never even lets you pick movies.

by the third one, they’re both out. you’re under a blanket with peter while morgan lays next to him. he subconsciously cuddles into you, his face hidden in your shoulder.

that’s your new babysitting buddy.

[lovelylogans]

spring cleaning

there’s a pack rat in the family. who it is will not surprise you.

part of the wyliwf verse.

warnings: food mentions, alcohol mentions, general messiness, jokes about hoarding

pairings: patton/virgil, offscreen logan/roman

word count: 2,412

notes: hi! this is just a quick little fic as i beta and finish off the next chapter of debutante. this is based off the gilmore girls season three episode twelve “lorelai out of water” cold open. takes place the spring after the main storyline, after alliance but before debutante.

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virgil’s phone buzzes at 10:13 am on a sunny spring sunday. he pauses just after he drops off the brunch plates for mrs. torres, babette, and east side tilly, digging around in his back pocket to squint at his recent texts.

logan sanders: Please help.

any other time, this kind of text would probably send anxiety flooding his veins like ice water. as he’s been warned, sure, he’s a little anxious that he’s misreading the situation, but he shakes that aside and snorts.

“called it,” he mutters under his breath, before he wipes his hands on his apron and types out christ, you’re folding easy this year. is that a new record?

a brief pause. then, No, the record was twenty-four minutes. To be fair, that took place when I was ten years old, we were moving into the house, and you were already going to be involved, so I perhaps I should propose that does not count against my spring cleaning record.

ah, that’s right. god, helping patton move had kind of been a nightmare. helping anyone move is a bit of a nightmare, but with patton there’s a whole new layer of shenanigans.

Another buzz. Also, I need this to be hastened along. I have a Socratic seminar in English tomorrow, and though we have settled on a tentative truce I refuse to let Dee achieve the highest grade in the class.

he shoots back i’ll be there asap.

“jean,” he calls to the counter, but jean, having been warned as well, waves him off.

“i got it, at least he waited till the we hit the between-masses lull.”

“you’re the best,” he says, hanging up his apron and ignoring mrs. torres’ hoots about his arms—he's like ninety percent sure she’s spiking her own orange juice so she can have a screwdriver with her pancakes but he hasn’t caught her with a flask in hand yet—and heads out the door.

the citizens of sideshire are fully soaking in the pleasure of a sunny spring day—it’s one of those days, where the weather’s warming up slowly, but there’s sure to be more cold snaps before they fully settle into spring, so lots of people are taking advantage of it. families are sprawled with picnic blankets in the grassy town square. the “long-haired freak” (taylor’s nickname, not his. virgil’s pretty sure his name is dave, but also, he’s not totally sure his name is dave, and as such usually avoids any complications by saying “hey, man,” whenever virgil sees him) is out hawking fruits and vegetables from his garden. lots of people are out on walks, some with earbuds or headphones on, some calling out jolly greetings to other people taking advantage of a blue sky and temperatures that are soaring above freezing.

“hey, virgil.”

“hey, felix,” virgil says, craning his neck to catch sight of—well, he guesses felix and riley are technically his tenants? but that always feels weird to say—his neighboring business owners. felix is busy making sure a promotional poster’s taped to the window. “how’re things?”

“ah, y’know, y’know,” felix says, waving their hands around. “weather’s warming up, so we’re getting into busy season. guess people want to be able to flaunt new ink in the warmer weather, y’know?”

“hey, speaking of—” virgil says.

“oh, yeah,” felix says, scratching at the half of their head that was once shaved bald but is now growing in stubbly. “you wanna have riley do one this time? they can draw up some sketches for you, if you want. or i can, if you want, but it might be a minute ‘cause i’m all hands on deck for this massive full-back piece.”

“nah, riley’ll be cool, it’s been a minute since they’ve done one for me,” virgil says. “i’ll drop by later with some reference photos, ideas and stuff.”

“i’ll make sure they’re refreshed on what your style is before the consultation,” felix says. “appreciate the business.”

“appreciate you and your spouse taking over this empty shop so taylor didn’t get a chance to,” virgil returns, as he usually does whenever felix or their riley thanks him for something. he’s really awkward about accepting gratitude, he’s working on that with emile and patton.

“god, could you imagine taylor next door,” felix says with a theatric shudder. “bad enough he runs half the town.”

“i’ll call tomorrow to make the appointment?”

felix flashes him a thumbs up, and virgil raises a hand in farewell as he continues on his way.

he ends up pushing his sleeves up to his elbows as he walks to the sanders’ house, occasionally saying hey to other residents of sideshire, or tilting his face up to the sun. 

this winter’s been brutal, even worse than it usually is for the northeast, with absurd amounts of blizzards and ice. on the days where it wasn’t shoveling ridiculous amounts of snow on the whole town, the sky had been gray and overcast, and what little sun there was could barely stream weakly through the clouds. 

but now, the sun sinks softly into his exposed skin, warming him without overheating him thanks to the breeze, carrying the sweet scent of tentatively blooming flowers planted by particularly audacious gardeners.

it is a perfect, lovely spring day. 

by the time he gets to the cheerful yellow clapboard house, he’s taken enough deep, calming breaths to ensure that he is a calming presence. he ascends the stairs of the wraparound porch—oh, huh, looks like patton or logan’s making an attempt at being a gardener, that looks like mountain mint—and knocks lightly on the front door.

“please come in,” logan shouts, sounding exasperated, and virgil obligingly pushes the door open.

he toes off his shoes, even as he overhears patton’s voice, cajoling.

“hug-a-world! c’mon, you’ve gotta remember your hug-a-world!”

hug-a-world, virgil mouths to himself, before it comes back to him in sudden, vivid technicolor and he rounds the corner.

and, sure enough, surrounded by the detritus of the sanders home, patton and logan sit in a hastily-cleared space in the middle of their living room, patton holding a stuffed ball tight to his chest.

“of course i remember the hug-a-world,” logan says, still with that tone of exasperation, but lessened now at the sight of a beloved childhood toy. 

“you can’t make me throw away your hug-a-world,” patton declares viciously, which would almost be believably threatening if he were not clutching a stuffed ball made to look like a globe to his chest, and if his curly hair was not sticking up in a configuration that virgil thinks of as chaotically unruly, and if he were not wearing a pink-and-blue sweater he usually busts out around easter, and if someone did not know patton as a person. “you learned all seven of your continents on hug-a-world!”

see, without fail, almost every year patton gets suckered into the whole concept of the spring clean. and, without fail, logan or virgil will try to point out that he does this every year, and patton insists no, really, this time for sure he’ll get rid of some of the clutter around this house, it’s about time!, and then he gets sidetracked getting attached to objects he finds that he suddenly cannot bear to get rid of, despite the fact that said objects have typically been buried away in a dark closet all the rest of the year.

which means that logan and virgil sit with him and try to point that out, and patton wavers, before he decides to keep or donate or trash it, and it seems like it’s going okay, until the next thing he touches turns out to be another thing that he suddenly cannot bear to give up.

it’s gotten a little better since that time they introduced the marie kondo method, but also, that much worse, because of course he insists that everything sparks joy! 

but this is way more mess than usual. there are cardboard boxes and piles of clothes and bits and bobs that are in piles that come up to his ribs. virgil squints it at it suspiciously.

“attic,” logan says wearily, in explanation. “he got boxes out of the attic.”

oh, shit, the attic. god, that thing is stuffed to the brim with boxes, no wonder the living room looks like someone upended the odds-and-ends drawer for a giant into the house.

“but—c’mon,” patton says, in that same sweetly coaxing tone that usually makes them all throw up their hands and leave the rest of this spring cleaning mess for next year’s spring clean. he holds out the hug-a-world to logan. “hold it. marie says so.”

“marie does not realize that she has a special case with my hoarder of a father and therefore should customize the approach of sparks joy, because you have too wide a definition,” logan says, but he reaches out and takes the hug-a-world with both hands anyways.

virgil examines logan holding it, thinking suddenly of a much tinier logan with a gap in his front teeth holding the same toy in the same way, though the fabric had been much more vibrant shades of blue and green then. there had been a solid stretch of time that the hug-a-world had been the toy that logan had hugged falling asleep, back in the poolhouse. he’d taken the hug-a-world to the diner and to school and all around the inn and to the princes’ apartment and back again.

a side of logan’s mouth twitches up, and then, as if suddenly conscious of it, he forces the corners of his mouth to turn down as he stares at it.

“remember?” patton repeats, staring at logan and the hug-a-world fondly. “we used to take turns to squeeze it as tight as we could and then wherever our pinkies would end up, that’s where we were going to go together when you grew up.”

“yes,” logan says, and then loses the fight against his mouth, because it twitches up into a smile again. “many a trip to uzbekistan was planned that way.”

“look!” patton says, pointing and tilting his head. “that’s canada, then, where’d your other one get you?”

logan moves his other pinky in order to squint at the faded fabric. “i believe that’s cambodia. possibly vietnam, i was rather splitting the border.” 

“why not both?” patton says pragmatically, or as pragmatically as he can sound planning a potential trip based off hugging a ball. 

logan hesitates, holding the ball.

“look,” patton says. “hey, how about virgil helps clean it up, and the hug-a-world can live in your room?”

logan chews at the inside of his lip.

“if it sparks joy,” patton sing-songs.

logan heaves a sigh.

“the hug-a-world will live in my room, then,” he says, before looking to virgil. “we’ve started a pile for you right here,” and pats a pile of what mostly looks like clothes that can be either repaired, repurposed, or sneakily donated.

virgil takes a breath, and says, “i’ll crack open a window and put on some music, then. patton, you take your allergy medicine today?”

patton tilts his head to think about it.

“that’s a no,” virgil says. “i’ll grab it on the way. water, snacks? we’re gonna be here for a while.”

“are we?” logan says doubtfully, twisting to look at him.

“we are finishing spring clean this year!” patton insists. “i mean it this time!”

logan arches his eyebrows at virgil, and virgil mouths play along, and logan sighs before he turns back to the pile, pulling out an old jacket at random.

“i have never seen you wear this. it should be donated.”

“that was from raf, we can’t just toss it!” patton cries out in dismay, and virgil heads for the kitchen.

he fills up three glasses of water, chops up some celery and apples, fills up three mini ramekins with peanut butter, and sets it all on a tray, along with the round white pill that patton takes for his allergies. 

he plugs in his phone and scrolls to a roman-made playlist, lowering the volume so that they’ll be able to hear each other, and proceeds to make his meandering way around the piles of Stuff as best he can without knocking anything over.

on his way, he moves to crack open the windows of the living room, allowing the floral-scented air to waft into the messy room, to hear the chirping of the birds under patton and logan’s debating.

he pushes aside a pile of old books on the coffee table and sets the tray down, mostly ignored as logan manages to triumph and tosses the jacket into a box labeled DONATE.

virgil settles down next to his pile, sitting in criss-cross-applesauce, and gosh all of the clutter of patton and logan’s lives looms over them like a mountain at this angle. 

“okay,” virgil says encouragingly. “good, that’s good! raf’s old jacket will probably make some other teenager very happy to have it.”

patton sighs, staring after the jacket. “yeah, i guess.”

“this is good,” virgil says stubbornly, before tugging at a piece of fabric sticking out at random and unearthing a blanket.

“oh, i was wondering where that got off to!” patton says, delighted. 

“i thought that got lost in the moving shuffle,” virgil agrees, because the last time he saw this he was pretty sure it was tossed over the back of their rented apartment couch.

“so this blanket has not been washed in at least six years,” logan says.

“well, that can be fixed!” patton points out. “i say keep.”

“we’re never going to finish,” logan groans.

“of course we’re gonna finish!” patton says.

“yeah, logan,” virgil says unconvincingly. “listen to your dad.” 

patton beams at him, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek; logan rolls his eyes, before he turns his attention to the blanket.

“so, you claim keep for your room,” logan says. “you already have so many blankets.”

“well, we can always use more blankets!” patton points out. “worse comes to worse, we’ll put it in the linen closet.”

logan tilts his head, before he sighs, and places it in a pile of other fabrics that they seem to have decided to keep.

“all right, fine,” he says, then fishes out another piece of fabric. “next item—”

“look how fast we settled that!” patton says brightly.

“pretty fast,” virgil agrees dutifully.

“we’ll totally finish spring clean this year,” patton says confidently.

(they do not finish spring clean this year.)

[fanficshiddles]

Loki, Behave - One shot

Thanks for the prompt: Can you do a one shot with an Alpha!Loki and an Omega!Reader who is very shy and timid? The reader is Thor’s bestfriend and he invited her to Asgard where she and Loki se each other for the first time and it’s love at first sight? Can you do that the reader’s name is Eve and add some smut?

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‘I’m really not sure that this is a good idea.’ Eve said when she and Thor arrived on Asgard at the Bifrost.

‘Nonsense, my family wants to meet you. And I want you to meet them. You’re my closest friend, Eve. I want you to see my home.’ Thor said with a big smile.

Eve nodded and smiled up at Thor. She was excited to meet his family, but extremely nervous at the same time. They were royalty, after all. Over an entire world, not just a country. She knew that Thor was a Prince, but he was so down to earth and always made her laugh it was sometimes hard to imagine him as royalty.

When Thor took her into the palace, she raised her head up and inhaled, she could smell an Alpha…

‘Thor�� You said there were no Alphas on Asgard.’ She frowned.

‘There… Isn’t…?’

‘There certainly is. I can smell one.’ She felt a little flustered simply just smelling this Alpha. A great deal could be told just from an Alphas scent. She knew already he was handsome, from how good the scent.

‘Well… I have no idea who it is.’ Thor shrugged.

He took her to meet his father and mother first, they were really nice. Putting Eve at ease, even though she had been terrified to meet them.

‘So that just leaves… my brother, Loki.’ Thor rubbed the back of his head. Loki was the only one he was worried about introducing Eve to. Knowing how mischievous Loki could be.

‘Did someone mention my name?’ Loki asked, appearing in a haze of green on front of them all, with a mischievous smirk.

But his eyes were drawn instantly to Eve. Eve felt like the wind had been knocked out of her when she saw him, their eyes locking. His scent washed over her like nothing had before.

Loki stepped towards her, his eyes locked on her completely. Thor put his hand out towards Loki. ‘Loki, behave.’ He growled in warning.

Loki reached out and took Eve’s hand, he brought it up to his lips and kissed her softly. His lips lingered on the back of her hand as he gazed back into her eyes.

‘This is Eve… Eve, this is Loki.’ Thor said, watching their interaction carefully. But then it clicked for him, all this time his brother was an Alpha and he had no idea.

‘It’s a pleasure to meet you.’ Eve stuttered, lost in Loki’s eyes.

‘The pleasure is all mine.’ Loki purred, still holding her hand.

When Thor managed to prise them apart, he continued with the tour of Asgard. But Loki decided to join them, which unsettled Thor.

Though Eve was hanging onto Loki’s every word. Gazing up at him with doe eyes, her cheeks almost constantly tinged from blushing.

Loki was more animated than Thor had ever seen him. Loki took over in showing off Asgard, describing various places and elements to the realm. Taking any excuse to touch her in some way. Whether a soft touch to her shoulder or gently circling his long fingers around her wrist to lead her over to something.

Thor knew there was a connection between the two… His best friend and his brother. He was doomed.

-

Eve got her own chambers for the night, since she was invited to a celebration the following day so she couldn’t say no to staying. Thor wanted her to stay for the festivities, and so did Loki.

She was just getting settled for the evening when there was a knock at her door. Her stomach lurched, she could smell it was Loki.

Quickly making sure her hair looked ok, she straightened her dress out and rushed over to answer.

‘Prince Loki… Hi.’ She squeaked shyly.

‘Hello, Eve. I hope I’m not disturbing you.’ Loki smiled charmingly.

‘Not at all.’ Eve said rather giddily.

‘May I?’ Loki motioned into the chambers.

‘Of course.’ Eve stepped back, allowing Loki inside.

Her inner omega was calling out for him, she felt trembly and like there was a fire underneath her skin now she was in his presence again. Or an itch that she needed to scratch but couldn’t.

Loki slowly prowled towards her, looking her over carefully. When he stopped right on front of her, her breath caught in her throat as she gazed up at him.

He reached up and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand, the skin on skin contact made her skin tingle. She closed her eyes and leaned more into his touch, making him smile.

‘Such a beautiful, little omega.’ He hummed and leaned down, his breath danced across her lips. He moved along slightly and sniffed at her neck, he trailed his fingers down her arms and took hold of her wrists.

The silent act of an Alpha seeking permission to take an omega.

His heart felt like it had stopped while he awaited to see what she would do.

To his delight, she titled her head to the side, offering her neck for him to claim.

He squeezed her wrists and latched down on her neck, suckling her skin and moaning at her taste before biting her, breaking the skin. She gasped and cried out at the slight pain, but it only lasted a moment as he marked her as his.

Loki gently licked at the little bit of blood from her wound. Then he released her wrists and cupped her chin, tilting her head up. He kissed her, his lips moving against hers softly. Then he thrust his tongue into her mouth, coaxing hers to move with his.

She moaned into him and grabbed at him, both of them suddenly became rather rushed as they started tugging at each other’s clothes.

Soon Loki had his omega down on the bed beneath him. He could tell she was nervous and shy, he kept kissing her and praising her.

‘As soon as I saw you, I knew you were going to be mine.’ He slipped his hands down her body, squeezing her hips. She squirmed under him as he worked his way back up, brushing against her breasts and teasing her nipples with his fingers.

‘I’m going to take good care of you, in every way, my darling omega. You don’t need to be shy or nervous with me.’ He purred and nuzzled her cheek, making her heart soar.

‘Open your legs for me, Eve.’ He asked gently.

It was her own mind, and also her inner omega that wanted to please her Alpha, that had her legs falling open for him. Loki settled between them and slid a hand down to touch her.

‘Good girl.’ He growled low and he felt her body pulse at his praise.

He explored her with his fingers, taking his time to get to know her body. Slipping two into her wetness, he twisted and curled them, taking note of every whimper he pulled from her. Keeping a reminder of what she liked and what didn’t seem to do anything for her.

But he was delighted to discover that she was really responsive to him, and sensitive. Especially when he pressed his thumb onto her clit, she almost bucked him off.

‘Pl… please… Alpha.’ She whined, wrapping her arms tightly around him.

He chuckled and nuzzled his nose against hers. ‘Ooooo, I could get used to hearing you beg.’ He teased, making her giggle as she hid her face into the crook of his neck.

‘Are you ready?’ Loki panted, desperate to get inside of her, though he had been trying his best to not show it.

‘Please!’ She cried, bucking up towards him.

Loki lined up and pushed into Eve, both of them moaned together as he started rutting into her. Claiming her fully as his own.

[mulletcal]

when did you first know? -- a calum hood one shot

a/n: okay so i was hit with inspo for this like 8 hours ago and here we are.  it’s the origin story for cal & mama from my twin universe, but you don’t need to have read those to know what’s going on here!! pls enjoy

words:  3.9k

warnings: cavity inducing fluff mb???

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Soulmate was always a word that Calum heard, and while he believed that they existed, he was never certain that a soulmate would be something he’d find in his lifetime.  He saw his friends pair off with their respective partners, and it warmed his heart to see the people he loved so happy.  Calum grew content with the fact that he was meant for platonic soulmates, already having found those in his best friends.

The fans never let the idea go that Calum was preparing for his soulmate though - citing his quitting smoking, and in general cleaning up his act as the source.  That was never consciously what Calum was doing though, rather just choosing to better himself for himself.  

It was a Tuesday when he first met her - the sky was clear and the moon full, the air was warm, and he was surrounded by his best friends as they shared stories from their past.  Why Michael had decided to have a party on a Tuesday, he’d never know; but he knew that he would one day need to thank the man. 

Andy had brought her along, saying how she was an old friend from his hometown who just moved to L.A. and had zero friends there other than him.  Maybe it would be Andy he’d need to thank - in all the years he’d been alive, he had never met someone so beautiful.  The night carried on in similar fashion to previous nights, most of them crashing in various rooms in Michael’s house rather than heading home.  She went home, though, without Calum being able to say goodbye, or get her number - she was gone.

For days thoughts of her clouded his mind; the sound of her voice, her laugh, how she danced with his friends as if she’d known them for years.  It tugged at his heart how well she fit in with them, and he wished he knew her well enough to invite her along to things they had plans for.

In a vague attempt to rid his mind of her, he thought he’d distract himself with the one thing that always seemed to cheer him up - dogs.  Duke enjoyed wandering the dog park, even if he didn’t interact much with other dogs, Calum was always there to toss a ball or two for his old baby. 

Pressing a kiss to the side of Duke’s head, he set him down onto the grass and took his leash in his hand, at least till they got away from the busy parking lot.  Letting him begin to sniff around, Calum’s eyes scanned around the park - it wasn’t a particular busy day for a Friday, they may be able to have a wider range for Duke to roam.

He froze, though, when he saw an oddly familiar face underneath a nearby tree - it was her.  This had to be some form of serendipity, right?  There was no way she knew he would be there, at that time, on that day, so maybe this was his chance.

Calum’s feet took over before he got much of a chance to overthink it, stopping when he and Duke reached a few feet away, “Hey, didn’t expect to see you here!” Oof, lame line.  He could’ve done better than that, truly.

She looked up, lifting the sunglasses off of her head as she met his eyes, a bright smile spreading across her lips, “Calum, hey! How are yo- Is this your dog?” Her eyes were wide as she looked at Duke, whose head was cocked to the side as his dad interacted with this woman he never met.

“It is, his name’s Duke.  He’s wary of people, so maybe just approach with caution.  It’s not his fault, he’s old and grumpy.  I feel as though he should be back at home readin’ the dailies.” Calum was rambling, and he knew it - but his comment made her laugh, so it counted as a win to him.

“Me too man, you have no idea,” She shook her head as she spoke to Duke, as if he could understand her.  She held out her hand and Calum waited with baited breath while his dog gave it a sniff, usually Duke would huff and walk away from the offending person - but after what felt like an eternity, Duke’s tail began to wag as he looked at her expectantly.

“That absolutely never happens,” Calum stated, stunned; and the responding smile that he got was brighter than the sun that was high in the sky that day.  “D’you wanna come toss a ball for ‘im?  He seems to like you,” While Calum had been deep in his own thoughts, Duke had taken to putting his front paws on her legs so she could have better access to behind his ears.

“Really? Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude on a quiet day at the dog park.”

“It seems as though if anything, we’re intruding on you,” Calum motioned to the tablet and pen beside her and she responded with a wave of her hand, standing up to dust off her pants.

“Thinkin’ bout it now, I was very likely sitting in dog pee, wasn’t I?” She pouted, continuing to brush off the back of her pants.  Gathering her things, she slid them into her bag before turning to the pair, “We ready boys?”

The rest of Calum’s afternoon was spent exchanging stories of their pasts, and how they came to be where they were today.  He found out that she was a graphic designer, working on animation as well, and she moved to L.A. because she was offered an amazing job she couldn’t turn down.  The more he learned about her, the more infatuated he became; and when his phone went off to remind him of a time slot they had at the studio.

If Calum didn’t act now, he knew he’d miss his chance - he could sense it deep down that the universe had given him the perfect opportunity and he couldn’t waste it.

“Hey, d’you have plans for tomorrow night?” Tomorrow night? What an incredible way to sound desperate.

“I don’t actually, I was supposed to go for coffee with Andy but something came up!” She grinned, adjusting the bag on her shoulder, “Why what’s up?”

“Would you want to go out tomorrow? On a date, maybe?” Calum swallowed thickly, running his fingers through his hair, avoiding any and all eye contact with her.

“I’d love to, actually.”

Calum’s heart soared, breaking into a toothy grin that brought out the crinkles by his eyes.  She said yes, and it wasn’t just him imagining things.  He tried to prevent his hands from shaking while they exchanged phones and phone numbers, the promise of the next day hanging from their lips when they departed.

***

Calum had been pacing through his house for the last hour, the anticipation leading him to sweat through the first shirt he had picked for the night.  He couldn’t remember the last time he had been so nervous for something, even crowds of people watching them perform.

He could be vulnerable, he could be himself, but what if she rejected him? What if he opened a door as an insight to himself, and once he did he couldn’t close it again?

The drive to her apartment was shorter than he would have liked.  Then again, maybe he shouldn’t have been left alone with his thoughts for too much longer or he may have backed out.

Calum wanted to be a gentleman, but the whole process of buzzing up to her apartment and her waiting at her door to be picked up seemed a little awkward - so instead he waited by the passenger side door of his car, a small bouquet of wildflowers in hand.  He almost started to pace again while he waited, but then his eyes landed on her.

Her silk, navy blue dress swayed as she walked towards him, tucking her keys and phone into her purse but her eyes never left Calum’s.  He couldn’t help to notice that the dress hugged her upper half in all the best ways, flaring out to stop just above her knees.

“Hi,” She breathed, standing up on her tippy toes to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. 

A spark radiated from Calum’s cheek, causing goosebumps to raise on his skin, “You look absolutely stunning,” he spoke softly, extending the flowers to her.  “These are for you.”

The expression on her face softened ever so slightly when she saw the flowers, a smile present on her lips while she thanked him with another kiss to his cheek.  Calum opened the car door for her, assuring she was in before rounding to the other side.

Conversation flowed easily between the two, and Calum’s cheeks were beginning to ache from the amount he was smiling- he genuinely couldn’t remember the last time he ached because he was so happy.  It continued well through dinner, her even offering up a forkful to him of her meal.

Once dinner was finished, Calum paid and escorted her again out to his car, grabbing the door even though she insisted she was fine before they headed to the second part of their date.  This part was met with confusion from her, a teasing smile quirking at her lips.

“Ah, I see.  The infamous Calum Hood shows a gal a good time, and then takes her out to the beach late at night to kill her, is it?” She asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

It wasn’t an entirely unfair assumption - the only light illuminating the road ahead was his own headlights, and those of the occasional car that would pass by.  She had guessed right about the beach, though, and Calum faked an incredulous gasp.

“How could you think I’m a murderer? I know we’ve been driving down a dark road for half an hour, but that’s irrelevant to the matter.”

“I’ll have you know I’ve sent Andy my location, in case you do choose to kill me.  At the very least he could come locate my body.” She was biting her tongue to keep from laughing, but ultimately failed and she squeezed Calum’s hand in an attempt to let him know she was kidding - but also possibly a poorly veiled attempt at wanting to hold his hand.

Thankfully, Calum took the hint and laced their fingers together, bringing their joined hands up to his lips, grazing against the back of hers.  He heard her breath stop, and he quickly glanced at her with a hint of a smile.

The rest of the drive was silent, only the faint sound of Louis Armstrong playing in the background.  The lights of their destination came into view, and Calum chewed on his lower lip while he tried to gauge her reaction.  It would be impossible to tell what it was just from a glance, but the smile that came across her face was enough for Calum.

While the sound of Louis Armstrong was now gone, the sounds of a vibrant jazz band filled her ears, and her smile went from soft to ear to ear within seconds.

“What is this, Cal?” She asked softly, reaching for his hand when he had met her at the front of the car. 

The first thought at the forefront of his mind was how he could get used to the feeling of her hand in his, but the next thought he had was that he should probably answer her question. “Well…” He began, tugging her hand gently so she could follow, “There’s this jazz band I’ve come across that plays here once a month and I love to come and watch them.  They’ve even let me play for them a handful of times.”

Her eyes scanned the people, wide with wonder as she did so.  She saw couples of all ages milling about, and much to her delight some were dancing.  You often heard about things like this, but she never could have dreamed that this beautiful man standing beside her would have taken her here.

“Wanna dance, doll?” Calum asked, looking down at her expectantly, giggling softly at how quickly her gaze snapped up to him.

He didn’t need to say anymore to her before he was dragged out to the ‘dance floor’, proceeding to sway and spin to the music.

After a few songs, they decided to take a break, sitting down at a table beside this elderly couple Calum appeared to know, excusing himself to go get you both a drink.

“You don’t see that often, do ya Ruby?” The man spoke up, clearly trying to the attention of his wife, as well as the young lady that sat beside them.

“What’s that darlin’?” The woman, Ruby, said to the man, leaning her chin onto her hand.

“Calum seems to have brought a special lady with him tonight.  Don’t think he’s ever done that before.”

Now he had her attention, turning her head to look at Ruby and her husband, chewing on her lip before she asked, “He hasn’t?”

The couple shook their head practically in unison, knowing smiles on their lips, “He must really care about you.”

It took her off guard when Calum came back, setting down waters for them.  Sipping it absentmindedly while their words echoed through her head.  If Calum truly had never brought anyone there before her, this place must have been special to him; and what lead him to want to bring her there? Her chest was warm with the implication that she, too, could be special to Calum in the same way this place was.

Not much longer later, they made their decision to leave.  She had been making her rounds, getting to know the regulars of the area, and them doing the same for her.  It didn’t take her very long to be invited back by the regulars, all of them kissing her and Calum’s cheeks before they finally departed.

Arriving back at her apartment, there was a sense of hesitation in the air, neither of them wanting their night to end.  It needed to though, if only to let the night continue on and they could venture into the future together.

“Walk me to my door?” She asked, glancing over at him with a hopeful expression in her eyes.

“It would be my pleasure,” He answered honestly, hopping out of the drivers side, quickly making his way to her side to offer his hand to her.

The nerves from earlier returned while they made the short trek upstairs to her apartment.  Calum knew before he reached the door that he wanted to kiss her, but the thought of it being the typical awkward first date kiss hurt his chest while it constricted in panic.

He could tell she was nervous too when he saw her fumble with her keys, and it made him breathe a little easier.  When they stopped in front of her door, she spun around to face him, stumbling back despite the lack of alcohol either of them drank that night.

“I had an amazing time,” She began, licking her lips when she finally met his eyes.  “I’d love to do it again sometime, if you’d like.”

“Trust me, I’d like nothing more.” Oh, so he was back to desperate, that’s good. 

“Good, good…” Her words died in her throat when Calum stepped closer to her, bringing his hand up to brush against her cheek.  Their eyes seemed to take turns glancing from their lips, back to each others eyes - a wordless request for a kiss.  It was just a matter of who would move first.

Calum couldn’t wait any longer, the anticipation enough to kill him, so he closed the gap, capturing her lips in the most breathtaking kiss she had ever received.  His lips were so gentle and soft against hers, and she couldn’t help but to tangled her fingers in the front of his shirt, desperate to have him closer.

A long moment later, they pulled apart, both slightly gasping for air and sharing breathless giggles.

“Alright, so I’ll talk to you later then?” Calum teased, his fingers still dancing along her waist, enjoying the feeling of the soft silk under his touch.

“You’d fucking better honestly.”

With that half threat, they shared one more kiss before she slipped inside, pressing her back against the door with her hand against her head.  The whole night had been a whirlwind, and it was difficult to believe that it was her real life - every series of events felt movie like, and it was the last thing she expected when she moved to the City of Angels.

Calum had begun the walk back to his car, waiting until he was fully inside before he rested his head against the steering wheel and laughing softly to himself.  He had never felt such a strong connection to anyone before, his heart was racing at the fact that maybe he had just met his soulmate.

Taking his phone out of his pocket for the first time that night, he noticed the group chat was blowing up with questions of his date, shaking his head before he sent a simple reply:

[9:54pm]: She’s perfect. I’m gonna marry her.

Once that was sent, he silenced his phone again and headed home, proceeding to write the same words down in his journal with a date, almost as a manifestation of his future.

***

Their relationship only blossomed from there - In ways they were completely inseparable, but both knew the times when to step back, letting one another have alone time, or time with their friends.

It made the boys so happy to see their best friend completely and totally in love, excited that he had met someone who matched him on different levels.  It was rare to see them argue, and when they did, it was resolved almost as quickly as an issue came up - it was almost then that everyone realized that the two really were meant to be together, knowing how much Calum despised conflict.

At the year and a half mark, Calum began to plan his proposal.  Their friends demanded to be in on it, but being in on it revealed the only thing he ever kept from his friends - the one thing that was just for them. 

In the end, it was worth showing them if it meant she said yes to him, and the promise of their future together was more set in stone.

When the day of the proposal finally arrived, Calum was a nervous wreck all day - he had to call Andy to help get her out of the house so he could panic in private.  Ashton showed up at one point in the day so someone could force him into the shower, so he’d be ready for the night.

Calum lost count of how many times he was told to relax by his friends via text, after his shower Ashton was long since gone, not wanting to be there when she got home in an attempt to not give away the surprise - as if him being there was anything out of the ordinary.

When she arrived back home, she got ready for their typical once a month Saturday night date, still seemingly unaware about what was in store for the night.�� It put Calum at ease a little, to see her go through her routine of getting ready without the knowledge that he was going to ask her to spend the rest of her life with him.

“Ready baby?” She asked softly, smoothing out her skirt, cocking her head to the side while she waited for an answer.

“Yeah, love, let’s go,” Calum smiled, lacing his fingers with hers as they headed out to their destination.

The familiar lights were a welcome sight to Calum, further easing his nerves for the night.  It helped knowing that everyone that was there loved them, and only wanting what was best for them.  When he wrapped his arm around her waist, she shivered slightly and curled into him.

“We gonna dance, angel?” Calum whispered, his lips lingering near her ear, leading her to the dance floor regardless.  His eyes scanned the room, not giving her much time to look around before he pulled her close to him.  

Over her head, he saw Luke getting into position behind the mic, smiling at Calum. ‘Dream a Little Dream of Me’ by Louis Armstrong began to play, Calum continuing to move her to the music with him until Luke began singing.

‘Stars shining bright above you

Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"

Birds singing in the sycamore trees

Dream a little dream of me…’

The moment she recognized the familiar voice, she spun around, a bright smile on her face.  She started to suspect something was up, especially considering that at any given chance, Calum would never be able to turn down playing with his best friends.  He wrapped his arms around her from behind, swaying from side to side as she watched the boys play the song. 

As it came to an end, Calum felt her take a deep breath before turning to face him, suspecting what was about to happen.

Calum took his arms from around her, rubbing his hands on his pants to wipe the sweat that was forming, taking the small box from his pocket.  “I know you can kind of guess what I’m about to say, you’re too smart for your own good - but at least I managed to keep this a surprise this far.  Anyways… Before I met you, I wasn’t quite sure that a soulmate existed out there for me.  I watched my friends pair off and meet their amazing significant others, leaving just me usually.  But then you came, and my world turned upside down.  I didn’t know what to do with myself, but I knew I had to be near you.  You simultaneously stole the air from my lungs, but breathed a new life into me I didn’t know I was capable of. I’ve become a better man because of you, and for you. So, I need to ask…” He finally got down on one knee, opening the ring box with tears in his eyes, “Will you marry me?”

She couldn’t contain the tears streaming down her cheeks any longer, nodding fervently as she dipped down to his level to kiss him, nearly knocking him over, “A million times yes. In every universe, in every lifetime, yes.”

She hadn’t realized that all their close friends and family were there, and it caused more tears to flow when she saw them.  Never in her life had she felt more loved, and it was all thanks to the beautiful boy who brought her to a jazz bar on the beach.

Despite having a lot of friends and family, they kept their wedding small.  They wanted it to be intimate and sweet, and everything about it spoke to who they were as people, and it represented their relationship perfectly.  Growing up, she never had brothers, but as she swayed with Michael to the song playing, she couldn’t resist the urge to rest her head on his shoulder and tell him how they’re all the brothers she’s always wanted.

Later in the night, the newly wedded couple decided to exchange gifts.  Hers was a set of shadow boxes, with pressed and dried flowers from their first date that she had kept for the now almost three years.  His gift to her was a simple frame, but in it was the paper he wrote after their first date.

“Baby, this isn’t the day of our first date.”

“You’re absolutely right, my love, it’s the day I realized I wanted to marry you.”

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Heart to Break

A/n: Not my gif, my bad. So I pulled a few of these from my franken-prompt list, I was only able to credit two prompts but they are:

“Why cant you just look at me for one goddamn second!” from /melamemea “I can’t be mad that I gave you my heart to break.” from /ericks-mala-actitud

all prompts used will be bolded!

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

word count: 3800

warnings: Cheating, Swearing

The moment you heard his name behind you, the urge to run away was stronger than anything you ever felt in your life. Your companion for the evening, your best friend Joe, heard it as well and his eyes softened quickly, his hand reaching across the table to hold yours.

“Do you wanna leave?” He asked softly, trying to meet your eyes, but you shook your head.

“No, I’ll be alright.” You gave him a weak smile, patting his hand with your other, “Thanks for being here with me.” You heard his deep laugh and your eyes closed on their own, drowning in the sound.

“Where is Marie?” You heard someone ask him, and you shook your head at Joe. You couldn't do this. It was not alright. “She stayed home tonight, told me to go out without her” You heard Ben answer, and your stomach turned. Home. 

Joe, sensing the panic that was rising, stood quickly, throwing down a few bills for the drinks and grabbed your bag, slinging it over his shoulder. “Come on, let’s get out of here.” He rubbed his hands down both of your arms, walking behind you as you shuffled towards the door with your head down.

Chancing it, you lifted your head in the direction. Bad idea. Your eyes locked with his and his jaw dropped, he pushed himself off the bar and took a step towards you but you held up your hand, waving him off. Joe put his hand on your lower back and halfway pushed you out the door. Once outside you collapsed heavily against the wall, unwanted memories flooding your brain.

-

Four Months Ago

You almost couldn’t contain your excitement. It had been weeks since you had seen Ben, him being off on location filming for a new movie. Tomorrow morning he would be home and you couldn’t wait! You had been to Ben’s apartment a few times since he left, mostly to relax in silence, but also when you missed him too much you liked to sleep in his bed. Today however, you were going over to set up the apartment in the cutest way, as you had some big news for him.

You shuffled down the hall towards Ben’s apartment door, struggling slightly with the large box you were carrying, setting it down outside of the door. Sliding the key into the lock easily, you pushed the box inside with your foot. The first thing that you noticed was that the lamp next to the couch was on. ‘Hmm.’ you shrugged, waving a hand at it, obviously you had left it on earlier this week when you came by.

Humming to yourself, you sighed happily as you looked around the comfortably decorated room. Ben had asked you to move in right before he left and you told him not until the two of you could live together, you would wait for him to come home. Tomorrow. Your brain squealed and you smiled at the box you had brought with you. Taking one final look around the room, you walked over and tore the lid off of the box.

That was when you saw the next strange thing. Ben’s soft leather jacket was hanging on the hook. You swore he took that with him when he left. Mind immediately losing it's train of thought when you see his sneakers as well. Once your brain clicked into place your heart soared. Ben was home early. Since you hadn’t thought to listen to the quiet apartment, thinking it to be empty, you assumed he was asleep, and crept quietly towards his bedroom.

What you heard coming from behind the door made you grin wickedly. “Oh, f-fuck yes.” Your hand flew to cover your mouth quickly. “Jus’ like that, baby” you heard Ben mumble softly, your hand on the doorknob, totally prepared to bust your boyfriend jerking off, a smile planted on your face. “Shit, Marie.” Your playfulness gone in an instant, blood turning into ice in seconds. Hand frozen on the doorknob, you put your ear to the door, hoping that your ears were just playing tricks on you.

Then you heard it. Moaning. A woman moaning.

The tears pooled in your eyes quickly, hand still covering your mouth.

Ben was cheating on you.

In the same apartment he had invited you to live in with him, weeks prior.

Ben was cheating on you.

Your other hand slid around your stomach, hoping to self soothe.

Ben was cheating on you, and you were pregnant.

Squeezing your eyes shut quickly, you felt the dam break as the tears flowed freely. You didn't know what came over you, what possessed you to do what you did next.

You turned the knob, pushing the door open in one motion.

Opening your eyes to see the naked back of Marie, Ben’s makeup artist, straddling your boyfriend’s hips, his hands gripping her hips tightly.

“What the-” Ben's voice shouted, you watched him peek his head around Marie’s naked form. “Shit.” He breathed out, recognition washing over him. “Y/n, wait..” 

Hearing him say your name broke you. A sob ripping from your mouth, keeping one hand around your stomach, other hand flying back to cover your mouth. Your eyes flicked back and forth between the man you love and his makeup artist. The one he told you that you didn't need to worry about.

Shaking your head quickly, biting back another sob, you ran towards the front door. Ignoring Ben as he screamed your name, hearing his footsteps following behind you, you still didn't stop. You didn't stop until you were staring at the box you had brought with you, filled with various decorations you had bought to reveal your pregnancy. Anger flared inside you and after ripping open the door harshly, you maneuvered the box into your arms, slamming the door behind you, catching a quick glimpse of Ben’s naked form before it closed.

-

Present

When your brain snapped back to the now, you were greeted with the worried eyes of Joe, crouching in front of you. His hands were on your shoulders, gripping tightly. “Y/n? Are you back with me?” When you blinked at him a few times, he let go of your shoulders, hands extending to help you up. “You kinda disappeared on me for a minute there.” He watched with a smile as your hand absently rubbed softly over your growing stomach.

“I'm sorry, Joe.” You sighed, smiling down at your belly. “We just got a little lost in thought.” Putting a hand on your lower back, you let Joe pull you up so you were standing. This belly of yours was growing more and more every day and making it increasingly difficult for you to do little things, like standing up on your own.

“How long has it been?” Joe asked quietly, you didn't need to ask him to elaborate, you knew exactly what he meant. “Have you seen him since?” You shook your head softly. “Does he even know?”

“Based on his face when he saw us walking out? He knows now.” You smirked sadly, secretly hoping that you had ruined his whole evening. “I haven't seen him since he was underneath his makeup artist.” You spat out, wincing slightly as you felt a sharp kick to your side. “Hey, your daddy is an asshole, it's best you learn that now, little one.” You pointed your finger at your stomach, feeling another kick in response. “Don't you talk back to me like that, I am your mother.” Joe laughed at the scene, laughter dying in his throat when the door opened and Ben walked out.

“Y/n?” He asked taking a step towards you, as if he was seriously questioning whether it was you or not. Scoffing loudly and rolling your eyes, you turned your back to him. “Please talk to me.” He pleaded, taking another step forward. Joe put a hand out to him sadly, stopping him from coming any further. 

“Hey, let’s take this slow, okay?” Joe whispered to his friend. You knew that you were being selfish, keeping Joe to yourself. You wouldn't have even met Joe had it not been for Ben.

Ben got angry at Joe’s reaction, pushing his hand away. “Why can’t you just look at me for one goddamn second!” He shouted at you, putting his hand on your shoulder and spinning you around to face him, but you kept your eyes to the ground. “Can you give us some space, mate?” Ben spit angrily at Joe who was indeed hovering.

“Y/n?” He leaned his head back towards you, waiting for confirmation before leaving you alone.

Still looking at the ground, you nodded slightly. “It’s alright, Joey. I'll be alright.” You whispered, “Just a few minutes won’t hurt.” Joe nodded his head and ran his hand down your arm before stepping back inside. “What do you want, Benjamin.” You sighed, finally meeting Ben’s gaze, but he wasn’t looking at your face, his gaze was fixed on your swollen stomach. You wrapped your hands over it, clearing your throat. “Well?”

“I think we have a few things to talk about, yeah?” He glanced at your face for a second, eyes dropping back to your belly. “That being one of them.” He pointed at it, “Is it mine?” He questioned softly and you scoffed. “Joe’s?” At that you let out a bark of laughter.

“Are you joking?” You looked at him amused, “I almost wish it was Joe’s, just so you could see how it feels.” You scoffed again.

“Do you hate me?”

You smiled at him sadly, reaching out to touch his coat collar before pulling your hand back quickly. Sad acceptance washing over you turned to anger quickly. “Did you at least think of me?” You asked him bitterly, snorting at his confused expression. “When you were having sex with her?”

“Don't be like that, this is hard for me, you know?” He grit back.

“You think that this is easy for me?” Raising your voice louder, taking a step back and gesturing wildly at your stomach. “I came over that day to set up the place so I could tell you we were having a baby. I wasn't expecting to see you and your goddamn makeup artist who,” Your voice went high pitched and mocking, “I ‘don't need to worry about, love” you mocked his accent and he flinched back. “But I'm positively delighted to hear that you two are happily living together now. Tell me, Ben, does she enjoy the place we decorated together? The couch that we bought and broke in all in one day?” The tears were threatening to escape your eyes again.

“Y/n, please don't be like that.” He huffed this time, you raised your hand to cut him off.

“So how long were you two a thing before that day, huh? Was I excited to tell you I was having your baby while you were off screwing her in what was almost our bedroom?” The thought came to you quickly, pushing the air out of your body. Ben shook his head.

“Just a few times before that, honestly.” He rubbed his hand over his face, looking back at your stomach. “We’re really having a baby?” He reached his hand out and you let him touch the growing bump, you watched his face light up when you felt the kick under his touch, and that made the tears slip out.

“No, Ben, we are not.” You spoke softly, taking a step back effectively removing Ben’s hand. He looked at you with a mixture of hurt and confusion. “I am. You have Marie.” 

Ben’s jaw dropped open, “You’re kidding me right? Are you seriously that mad at me that you would keep my child away from me?”

“I can’t be mad that I gave you my heart to break, Ben.” You touched his face sadly, walking over to the door, opening it to signal to Joe that you were done here. “I won’t keep them from you, but I also will not play happy family with you.” You looked at him sadly, rubbing your belly. “You lost that right.”

“Them?” Ben’s eyes widened into saucers. You nodded at him with a small smile. “Y/n, wait please, let me fix this.” He reached for you but as soon as Joe walked out of the building, Ben’s face softened. “Please,” He begged.

“There isn't anything left to fix, you made sure that you shattered it to pieces that day.” You linked your arm with Joe’s and he smiled at you, touching your stomach freely and you could see the anger on Ben’s face. “Goodbye, Ben.” 

“Y/n, please wait.” He begged again, but this time you didn't turn around, you walked with Joe away from the man you loved again. 

“So?” Joe asked you as you wiped your eyes on your sleeve. “What are you going to do?”

“I can't play house with him, Joe.” You sighed, “It’s up to him now, sadly. It's his choice on what he wants from here on out. He can be a dad, or he can be someone who gave me the best goodbye gift in the world.” You smiled down at your stomach again. “At least something good came out of it.”

-

Months went by, Joe by your side the whole time. Ben made his choice clear the day after you saw him at the bar. He called you at least once a day, his first call telling you that Marie was gone, done and over with. It’s a start, you had thought to yourself that day. Every day after he would call you, begging to come over and talk, and today was the first time you agreed.

You were just starting your ninth month of pregnancy and you were much larger than the last time the two of you had seen each other. Ben’s face broke into a huge grin when you opened the door.

“You look absolutely beautiful, y/n.” He breathed out, standing in your doorway, holding a large bouquet of carnations, your favorite of course. “Gosh, there really are two of them in there isn't there?” He chuckled, looking at your comically large stomach.

“Either that, or i'll be giving birth to a minivan.” You chuckled, grabbing his hands and putting them on either side of your stomach, watching his face light up at the kicks he was feeling.

“Do you know what they are?” He questioned, handing you the flowers and dropping to his knees in front of you, putting his face on your bump. He looked up at you and smiled when you nodded your head happily. “You do?” His eyes lit up.

“Ben, these babies are coming any day now, of course I know what they are.” You smiled at his waiting face, “Oh did you want to know too?” You asked dramatically, Ben shaking his head so fast that you had to put a hand on his forehead to stop him from giving himself whiplash. You grabbed his hand and placed it on the left side of your stomach, “This little one over here is our baby girl,” Putting his other hand low on your right side, “and this is our son.” The word our slipping out easily, and you knew Ben caught it.

“We’re having one of each?” His eyes shone with wonder as he looked up at you, hands still held under yours on either side. “And you said ‘our’, does that mean I can be a part of this?” He questioned slowly, his smile growing when you nodded.

“If you want to be, I'm gonna need all the help I can get.” You whispered softly, “But i'm not ready for us to be us again, I don't know if I ever will. But I want our babies to have both of us around.” 

Ben nodded slowly, processing the new information. “I swear, y/n, I will be here as much as you will let me.” As if on cue, you felt a wetness seeping down your legs and your eyes widened. 

“Well now seems to be the best time to be here Ben.” You waddled towards your bedroom. “Cause it's time.” Ben followed you confused, as you pulled off your wet pants. 

“Time for what?” He asked slowly, leaning on your door frame as you pulled your shirt over your head too, tossing it aside. 

You smiled at his ignorance as you pulled a long loose dress over your head, it had taken you what felt like twenty minutes to put those pants on, not doing that now. “It's baby time, Ben.” Your smile grew as you watched his face light up again, clapping his hands together. 

“Oh, OH! Ok! What do you need to do now? Do you have a bag packed? Do you need me to pack it?” He fired off questions, you raised your hand to stop him, laughing at the crazed look in his eyes.

“Relax, Benny, all you need to do right now is take me to the hospital.” You walked over and struggled to reach the straps of your bag. “I lied, I need you to pick this bag up then take me to the hospital.” You grunted as you kept trying to reach the bag. Ben was quick to run beside you, easily picking up the bag and slinging it over his shoulder. “Ok, shoes and hospital.” You nodded at him, Ben instantly running to your closet, you laughed again. “There is nothing in there that I can wear right now, Ben. Relax and help me to the damn car.” You slid on your sandals, the only thing that fit right now, and shuffled towards the door.

Ben held your hand in the car as another wave of contractions hit, yelling along with you when you screamed. Ben was trying to drive calmly but you knew that he had no idea what he was doing, it seemed like it was his first day driving and you had to laugh at him. He would look over at you and smile brightly and then start honking at the car in front of him.

“Relax, Ben.” You whispered again, rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand. “Wait, why am I telling you to relax? I'm the one having TWO babies..” Your laughter causes him to laugh too. When you finally reached the hospital, Ben pulled right up front, jumping out and helping you into the hospital and in no time, you were in a bed, machines being hooked up to your stomach. The moment the fetal heart monitors were on, Ben’s jaw dropped. 

“That’s them?” He took a step forward, hand hovering over your stomach.

“Well it's not yours, that's for sure.” You smiled at him, grabbing his hands and pushing them fully onto your stomach. “It would be a lot louder.” You assured the nurse with a laugh.

“How long have you two been together?” She asked with a smile and Ben looked at you uncomfortably, waiting for you to answer.

“Two years.” Your gaze locked on his, he smiled brightly at you, grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles. 

“That's sweet.” The nurse cooed, explaining next what the plan was for this birthing process. You listened closely but you knew that Ben’s attention was on you. When she told you that she would leave you two alone, you looked at Ben.

“You meant that?” He asked nervously.

“Well we were together for two years, but it's too complicated to explain it, so I just went with it.” You waved him off, ignoring when his face fell a little. “We aren't going to magically get back together, Ben. You know that. But I do want you around, you can crash in the spare room at my place if you want, so you can be close to them.” Ben didn't say anything but nodded his head. “You knew the deal Ben.” You sighed, dropping your head back on the pillow.

“I know, I know,” He sighed, but he didn't let go of your hand. “I would love to stay with you, if you're sure.” When you nodded his smile came back slightly.

-

After what felt like hours and hours of pushing, the nurse was finally bringing over your new bundles of joy. “What are their names?” Ben asked you, wiping a tear from his face as you told the nurse to give one of them to him.

“Alexis and Benjamin.” You winked at him as his smile grew wider. “I had middle names picked, but I thought maybe you’d like to help with that part?” 

“Benjamin Wade.” He nodded his head and you smiled in acceptance. “Alexis Louise.” He tested, shaking his head. “Alexis Rose.” He looked at you again and you nodded.

“I love those,” You smiled at him, then looking down at the small baby in your arms. “Hello, Benjamin Wade, I'm your mama.” You cooed at the little boy you had created, “and this is your daddy.” You held up the bundle so that Ben could see his face.

“Alexis Rose, This is your beautiful mommy, and I am going to the best dad I possibly can to you and your brother, I promise.” He leaned forward and kissed the little girl on the forehead and your heart nearly exploded with the sweetness.

You loved the sight in front of you, and your heart swelled happily seeing a father and his daughter, but nothing you could see could remove the image of Ben and Marie. We can make this work, right? You asked yourself, tearing your eyes from Ben, you looked down at the small wide eyed baby in your arms. We can make this work for them.

Ben watched you holding his son, and when he looked down at his daughter, a fresh wave of tears flowed down his face. How could I have ruined this? He shook his head lightly, hating himself for what he did. Hated the fact that you two could be enjoying this moment as a happy family, but instead he felt like he was on the outside looking in. He looked at you fully, seeing your messy hair and smiling like he was looking at the face of beauty itself, I will fix this.

“I promise to make it up to you too,” He whispered suddenly, leaning forward and placing a kiss on your forehead as well. “I'm so sorry for everything, I truly am, and I promise to be by your side every day, for them and for you.” He sat on the edge of your bed, gripping your hand tightly in his, “I promise.”

[send-allmyloving]

this is steph, pls that chuuya au! i need it 😭😭

Hiii steph!!

To everyone else: basically this is my moot who was listening to “Put Your Head On My Shoulder” and I instantly thought of a singer!reader with pianist!Chuuya who meet at the Bar Lupin, and after falling in love Chuuya confesses to reader with that song! There will be two parts to this; this is part 1.

Enjoy :)

A typical Friday night at the Bar Lupin was nothing without its pianist, Nakahara Chuuya. The peaceful atmosphere was kept perfectly in sync with its customers as the jazz melodies floated out from the piano keys. Chuuya was a pro at keeping the guests feeling laid-back while simultaneously kept engaged by his wondrous piano skills and of course, for the younger ones-- his good looks, which have especially been popular among the ladies. 

Of course, there was always the singular exception from his audience whom would catch his eye after each final chord was stricken, and each time he looked at them, he felt his heart leap out of his chest. He could barely keep his composure together when he was around them, there was just something so... beautifully charming about them. Maybe it was the way their laughter echoed around the room like music, or maybe it was their smile that could outshine a thousand symphonies. Whatever it was, he was intrigued; he had to know more.

Which is why the next time he saw them, he didn’t hesitate moving straight towards them as they chatted away happily with the bartender, unaware of the redhead making his way their direction. 

That was, until they heard a deep voice speak to them:

“Fancy seeing a lovely one like you around here. You look quite splendid tonight especially, y’know?”

You turned around in a start, coming face to face with the attractive young pianist that was leaning against the counter, facing you with a flirtatious grin. Your cheeks became dusted a light shade of crimson as you registered the words that came out of the pianist’s mouth, feeling your face grow even warmer as he smirked at your flustered expression.

God, he was hot.

“At a loss of words, are we now, baby?”

You swore your heart did a somersault right then. baby?

“U-um...”

Quite frankly so, you were at a loss of words. You would have never expected the Nakahara Chuuya, the handsomest pianist you’ve ever laid your eyes on, conversing with you-- no, flirting with you.

What the fuck were you supposed to say?

He smirked, pushing himself off the counter and taking a seat next to you, leaning his elbow against the counter. “Can I buy you a drink? Of course, you can say no, but I just thought it would only be fair to treat a pretty young thing like you to something nice for the night. Whaddya say?” he asked, an irresistible, syrupy-sweet tone saturating his gorgeously baritone voice.

Jesus. Why was he so damn smooth?

“I-I mean... you could, but...” you trailed off, fidgeting with the hem of your sleeves as you looked down.

“But?”

You looked back up at him, feeling your skin grow even hotter as he arched an eyebrow at you questioningly. 

“B-but I’m... I’m trying to take it easy on the alcohol tonight... so...” you stammered, voice timid as you avoided his piercing blue eyes.

A stifled chuckle. You glanced back at him, worried you might have said something ridiculous.

Who were you kidding... that was ridiculous. Who would come to a bar and say they were “taking it easy on the alcohol?”

Chuuya let out a hearty laugh, then tapped the counter to get the bartender’s attention. “A glass of apple juice for the pretty one here, is that alright with you, sweetheart?” he said, a grin on his face. You swore you saw a glimmer of adoration in his eyes, but it was too subtle for you to distinguish when you just felt like you’d been mocked. You nodded quietly, brushing back a tuft of hair behind your ear sheepishly as you looked down at your lap.

“Hey, eyes up here, darlin’,” he said softly. You looked back up apprehensively, worried that he would say something that would make you feel even worse.

“I was just playing, gorgeous. It was just cute of you to say, is all,” he said with a gentle smile, removing his gloves before taking your hand into his. His palms were rough, but warm, and significantly larger than yours. He raised it to his lips, placing a soft kiss to the back of your palm. You felt your heart speed up to what seemed like a million beats per second, and you were pretty much frozen in place because how does anyone prepare for a sexy pianist to casually walk up to them and just start flirting, and then kiss their hand?

“What’s your name, angel?” he murmured, curious blue eyes meeting yours as he slipped his gloves back on. He placed a gloved palm onto your cheek, making sure that you were gazing straight into his eyes that sparkled like a summer lake. He was... stunning.

“(N-Name)”, you stuttered out, your fists gripping tightly to the fabric of your slacks. Your mind was way too occupied to even notice the glass of juice being placed at your side by the bartender. He’s so close, you thought, your mind racing with what on Earth you were supposed to do next. Should you run? Should you slap him? Kiss him? You had no idea.

“(Name),” he whispered, his fingers trailing absentmindedly through a lock of your hair as he stared at you. “Pretty name for such a pretty thing. Say, (Name), are you a singer?”

Your eyes widened at the sudden question. Yes, in fact, you did sing, but why would he ask that now? Did he want you to sing with him? Was he going to ask you to sing right now? Or was he going to make a lewd joke about how you must sound in bed? Or--

“(Name)? You alright, darlin’?” He asked, eyebrows furrowing in concern as he noticed the frantic look in your eyes. “Sorry, is that a touchy subject?”

“N-no! No! It’s fine, I just... I got a bit surprised, sorry,” you said hastily, shaking your head to indicate that he didn’t say anything wrong. The last thing you needed to do was make such a gentleman like him feel ashamed.

“I... I do sing, yes. But... I’m not really confident about it...” you said reluctantly, biting your lip as you looked away, drumming your fingers nervously against your lap.

He hummed in understanding, a soft smile playing at his lips. “Well, I just wondered, since you have such a lovely voice when you speak. I’ve always wanted to perform with a singer, you know,” he said warmly, his gloved hand caressing your cheek, the cool leather feeling soothing against your skin.

“O-oh.” So that’s why he asked. Well, at least one of your guesses was right; he did want you to sing with him.

“I bet you have a fantastic voice, angel. Can I hear a little bit, hm? I wanna get a sneak peak to see what I’m workin’ with,” he murmured, drawing back his hand with a slightly eager look on his face, expectant to see what you had in store for him.

You hesitated. “I... I really don’t sound that good,” you muttered.

Chuuya grinned. “Those who are modest are the best at what they do, is what Oji-san always told me. Now you’re really making me wanna hear you. Come on!” he encouraged, taking your hand once more and giving you a coaxing squeeze.

You sighed. Well, when you ask like that, what else can I do?

“Well... what do you want me to sing?”

He leaned forward, a playful smile on his handsome face, his long orange hair falling further over his shoulder. “A little love song, would be nice,” he said, his hand that was still holding yours intertwining your fingers together. “Maybe... ‘So This Is Love’ by Ilene Woods? Y’know, the Cinderella Song? I’m sure you’ve heard of it,” he said, a hint of an impish grin dancing along his lips.

God, what a little flirt. Too bad you couldn’t really get mad, your heart was busy doing cartwheels on its own, and your thoughts were rushing through your head like summer wind gusts.

You took a shaky breath, and he gave your hand another reaffirming squeeze.

You began to sing. As the first line left your lips, Chuuya’s breath hitched.

So this is love, mmm...

It was like heaven’s door opened up on him. Were you an angel? How else was such a divine voice spilling through your lips?

So this is what makes life divine

He felt like his heart was soaring. The melody that you sang made Chuuya feel like he was bathing in the nectar of the gods, that their was an eternal ray of sunshine that he could only feel. Were you a manifestation of Aphrodite? Was this why he felt so drawn to you, why he felt so entranced? Because goodness, he didn’t want to stop listening at all.

My heart has wings, mmm

And I can fly

I’ll touch every star in the sky

You weren’t just stunning, or beautiful, no. You were radiant. Your voice was heavenly, and he was considered worthy of having the honor of listening to it at his request.

He couldn’t stop staring. He felt his mouth hanging open in awe; he didn’t care. He was mesmerized. How could someone be so... so lovely?

So this is love...

Ah... so this was love indeed. Love at first sight, perhaps. Even after you had finished singing, and you were shyly telling him to stop gaping at you like that, which he eventually did, he was still struck speechless by how absolutely amazing you were, how musically gifted you were. How dare you talked down about your talent like that. He was so in love, with your voice, your beauty, your everything, and whatever else you had in store, he just had to know. He wanted to know all about you; he wanted you to be his, he wanted to be yours.

“Chuuya?” you quietly called to him, tugging the sleeve of his jacket. “Are you okay?”

Chuuya turned back to you, and beamed. He took both your hands, and planted a kiss to your forehead. “Your voice is beautiful, angel. Words can’t describe how amazing your talent is. Be my singer, hm? Perform with me.” he murmured to you, a glimmer in his eyes that seemed quite familiar to you.

Yep, that was definitely a look of adoration.

You smiled softly at him, nodding. You were intrigued with him too. You knew he wasn’t just some playboy freak who wanted a one night stand. He was dashing, yes, but you knew there was much more to him than just his striking looks and his jazz pianist skills. You wanted to dive deeper into the life of this musician. Right, maybe you had a slight crush on him, something you were sure would grow stronger. You wanted to know every part of him, and this was for sure a big first step.

He smiled back at you, a light chuckle slipping out of his mouth as he cupped your face, almost lovingly.

“Perfect.”

// Part 1 is done!! Get ready for Part 2~~

[wreckofawriter]

I Wish

Pairing: James Potter x Reader x Sirius Black

Word Count: 2,421

Warnings: Slight swearing, angsty

Request: hey 💌 my request seems kinda sad (but i'm into it). sooo i was listening to i wish by one direction and i had an idea!! could u pls write a james x reader based on that song? like reader is dating sirius and james is in love with reader? and sirius knows? heheh thank u, i love your work ✨💗🙏🏽

A/n: I'm not a big One Direction fan but this was fun to write. Enjoy!

He takes your hand, I die a little

I watch your eyes and I'm in riddles

Why can't you look at me like that?

James swallowed harshly watching you as neared them. He knew it wasn't supposed to be like this but here he was. The boy looked down at his hands ashamed.

“Hey guys!” you greeted with a smile that made his knees go weak and his breath leave his lungs. 

“Hey babe.” Sirius responded looking up at you from his position next to James on the couch. “Whats up?” 

“Nothing much.” You answered plopping in between the two boys making James jump a bit. “You okay James?” You asked turning towards him.

The boy coughed sputtering for breath, “Y-yeah.” he stuttered nervously pushing his glasses back up his nose. 

“You sure?” you placed your arm on his shoulder in concern and he went completely stiff.

“He's just upset his Lily flower is ignoring him again.” Sirius laughed rolling his eyes playfully. 

Sirius couldn't have been more wrong but James just put on a fake smile and nodded along.  

He slumped with relief when you removed your hand from his shoulder and turned back to Sirius. 

Playing with Sirius' hair you said, “She can't keep the charade up for ever I mean you James fuckng Potter for Merlin's sake.” 

The truth was James felt nothing the ‘James fucking Potter’ you mentioned. That James had died three months ago when he fell in love with you. He knew falling in love was supposed to be this wonderful thing, with fluffy bunnies, rainbows and cotton candy and he was sure that's what it was when he thought he was in love with Lily.  Unfortunately he had done no such thing and when you walked into the common room Sirius’ arm around your waist he had truly fallen. And falling was definitely the right word. 

It was as if someone had pushed him off his broom and he had plummeted to the ground below. Now he just lay there hurt and wounded attempting to pick himself back up as his heart crumbled to pieces.

Oh and of course every time he made the smallest bit of progress, his best friend would come over carrying you in his arms and kick him in the gut as you giggled and stared at Sirius like he with the king of England. 

And now here you were doing it again. Sirius was talking about the prank he had just constructed and you had your head laid on his shoulder hand interlaced with his. Your beautiful y/e/c eyes locked on his stormy grey ones. All the while James was wishing you were looking at him. 

When you walk by, I try to say it

But then I freeze, and never do it

My tongue gets tied, the words get trapped 

I hear the beat of my heart getting louder, whenever I'm near you

James nearly went into cardiac arrest when you walked into the slug club meeting. You were incredible. 

A lacy white dress hung snug to your chest before spreading out at your waist into a and hanging down your legs. Your hair was done up in a tight ponytail with silver sparkles sprinkeled in across your head.

James was sure if he watched you any longer he would forget about everything else in this world and sprint at you smashing his lips onto yours. So he turned his head to look at his best friend whose arm was linked to yours, the long haired boy had his eyes locked on you in a way that broke his heart, he looked at you the same way; with love. You just never looked back. 

You waved to a few of your friends before turning back to Sirius saying something to him before disappearing into the small crowd. 

Sirius made his way over to James giddy and smiley. 

“Guess what.” He smiled his eyes still in a haze from your angelic form. 

“What?"James drawled trying (and failing) to sound interested. 

“I told her I loved her.” 

James spat out the pumpkin juice he had taken a sip of, gaining everyone in a three foot radius attention, “You did what!?”  

“Yeah I know!” the other boy bounced excitedly on his heels mistaking his friends misery for astonishment and happiness of his own actions. “She said it back too, I can't believe it! She's actually in love with me!” Sirius was practically bursting with joy as he broke his best friends heart into a million pieces. 

“She's actually in love with you.” James whispered voice tearful and heart-broken as if he was realizing it for the first time. 

“You okay man?” Remus asked coming up behind the pale boy. 

“I think I feel a bit sick, i'm going to head back.” James  muttered blinking back tears as he set his glass down and headed for the door. 

“Oh okay.” Sirius said smile faltering for just a meer second.  

Just as James neared the exit he had his hand grabbed and twirled around to be faced with the elegant y/e/c eyes he dreamt about. 

“James, where are you going?” you asked a grin plastered on your soft pink lips. 

He felt his tongue swell as his eyes took in your beautiful figure, your were nothing short of a piece of magnificent art. “I-I don't feel very well.” He managed to punch past the lump growing in his throat as he looked a what could never be his. 

“Oh I'm sorry.” You said voice soft and laced with concern, “I'll talk to you later then, hope you feel better.” with that you turned to walk back to the party.

“Wait y/n!” James bit down on his tongue after he spoke wishing he hadn’t let those two words escape.

“Whats up James?” you asked turning back to face the breaking boy.

James felt the words he had been wanting to say building in his throat wanting desperately to escape. He swallowed again forcing those thoughts to stay just that; thoughts. 

He managed a lopsided grimace  before squeezing his eyes shut quickly and gasping out a sarrowfilled and broken, “Nothing.” before turning and walking quickly from the party before you could respond. 

But I see you

With him slow dancing

Tearing me apart 'cause you don't see

Whenever you kiss him, I'm breaking,

Oh how I wish that was me

    Over the next few weeks James learns slowly and, as always, painfully how to act normal around you. He would still feel himself breaking inside as Sirius pulled you into a kiss, but he kept it just there. Inside.  

    Now he stared at you pulling Sirius close to you and burying your head in his chest as you both swayed to the soft sound of the music he simply sighed downing his glass of fire whiskey in a quick gulp, hoping it would dull the pain. 

    It helped a bit but he dared not drink much more for fear of the false confidence he knew he would gain with a few more glasses, confidence that would take his friendship and rip it in two. 

He looks at you, the way that I would

Does all the things, I know that I could

If only time could just turn back

' Cause I got three little words that I've always been dying to tell you

    James looked down at the crowd below him and caught sight of you, feeling his heart soar before it dropped straight back into the ground. Sirius stood next to you holding a sign that read, "Kick some slithery ass!” in bright golden and red. This would have made him chuckle if the owner of the sign hadn't been staring at the girl of his dreams before leaning over and kissing her on the corner of her lips.

James could almost hear Sirius mutters a soft, “I just couldn't help it.” in your ear.

He couldn't blame him. He could barely help it himself. 

He wished you were the one holding the sign, and that after this game he would be

able to go to hogsmeade with you and kiss the corner of your lips his hand locked with yours.

He wished he was the one who got to whisper, “I just couldn't help it” in your ear.

But he wasn't, so instead he flew through away from the heart wrenching couple and looked for something he could have. The quaffle. 

But I see you

With him slow dancing

Tearing me apart 'cause you don't see

Whenever you kiss him, I'm breaking,

Oh how I wish that was me

    Fire Whiskey was James Potter's new best friend. It wouldn't steal the love of his life away from him. 

             James had been doing okay but all rationalty had gone out the window when you had attacked him in a hug after he won the game. You had smelt of roses and pomegranates. The scent drove him crazy. He had wanted to freeze time and hold you forever, running his hands through your y/h/c hair.

    When you pulled away not having you was so much more painful than before and he couldn't take the pain. So he numbed it. 

He had taken four shots the second he had joined the party in the Gryffindor common room. The broken heart was now holding a bottle and bringing it to his lips as you drunkenly pulled an equally drunk Sirius into a sloppy make out session. 

    Godric, what James wouldn't have given for it to be him whose tongue was exploring your mouth. 

    Twice that night he almost fucked up his entire life and both times he had managed to stay sane enough to walk away from you and sit his ass back into a chair. After a third bailed attempt to say three little words to you he finally he stumbled upstairs and passed out on the floor. 

With my hands on your waist, while we

dance in the moonlight

I wish it was me, that you'll call later on

cause you wanna say good night

Just like every other night, he dreamt of you. 

This time you were dancing in a garden, the moonlight making you appear even more angelic than normal. You hair seemed to glow as you reached for his hand, bare feet twirling around on dewy grass. You soft lips were spread in their glorious lopsided smile. You had loved him. You had held him and ran your hands through his hair. You had kissed him softly lips tasting of strawberry and fire whiskey. You had wanted him, needed him, chosen him. 

Then he woke to the sound of you leaving the room, hair in a messy bun, wearing Sirius t-shirt and boxers as you snuck from the room, bare foot, on hardwood floors. Because you had wanted him, needed him, chosen...him.

Cause I see you

With him slow dancing

Tearing me apart 'cause you don't see

    Sirius was not blind. He saw the way his best friend looked at you. He saw the jealousy the anger, he saw all of it. He had hoped James was simply jealous of what he and y/n had wishing it for Lily and himself, but he was wrong and he had always known that.

    “James.” He spoke when the two of them were in the library. They had been abandoned by Remus and Peter but were still in desperate need to study. 

    “Yeah?” James asked looking up sleepily from his half-finished transfiguration essay. 

    Siruis sighed deciding beating around the bush would only cause more pain, “I know your in love with y/n. ” 

    All of the previous tiredness that had found a home in James’ hazel orbs was now far from sight. The boy went pale, then red then pale again before he opened his mouth to speak, “I don’t kn-”

    “Don't lie to me James. I know you better than I do myself, i'm not blind, I see the way you stare at her, the way you talk to her, just the way you act around her, its obvious.” Sirius deadpanned, he wasn't messing around. 

    James looked down ashamed of himself. He could feel his tears pushing through their defenses as the by he considered a brother spoke.

    “James, I don't know how you fell for her, but I need you to move on." Sirius stared at the boy needing him to hear him, "I love her, she loves me and I know that this has been killing you, but I won't change how I feel about her because of you. I can’t. You guys and her are all I have, but I refuse to choose between the two. So you are going to have to swallow your feelings, bury them deep and keep your shit together. Not just for me but for her too.” 

    James looked up at Sirius’ stern face eyes glossy. “I will.” 

    Sirius squeezed his eyes shut in a silent prayer to keep his own tears down, he hated this conversation almost as much as James. “Thank you.” 

    James nodded and looked back down at his essay knowing he wasn't going to write anything meaningful for a long time. 

But I see you

With him slow dancing

Tearing me apart 'cause you don't see

Whenever you kiss him, I'm breaking,

Oh how I wish

Oh how I wish

Oh how I wish, that was me

    It became easier. The breaking became a dull throbbing pain, not great but better than the previous sharp stabbing he had felt before.

            He didn't watch you anymore. He trained his eyes to look for red hair not y/h/c. He focused on everything he hated about you (a microscopic list)  and everything he loved about Lily. He smiled more, dreamt less.

           He tried not to wish for you but he still felt that deep desire not wanting to leave. He knew that with time he could do it. He avoided you, he needed space as well. He pushed you away best he could and focused, focused on anything but you. 

           James he knew that finally he was beginning to pick himself off of the grass and find the pieces of his heart to put back together. But he knew that you had one of those pieces and he was sure he would never quite get it back. Because a part of him would always be yours. 

Oh how I wish, that was me

Masterlist

[red-roses-green-thorns]

I’m laughing so hard, you have no idea. Riddle, this is going to be an interesting challenge. He looks so cocky and ready to throw down in this fight. I love it. I wonder if the rest of Heartslabyul is taking bets on who would win this game. You did wonderfully and I really want to pat Riddle’s head and go, “Then let the game begin.”

My bet goes to you I wanna see riddle explode from losing hahaha also patting his head may not be a good idea he'll bite your hand off 😂 thank you for responding to every request I've done for you it makes me really happy that someone takes the time to respond to my art makes my motivation soar through the roof I've got one more request from you so pls look forward to it ❤

ps. My ask box will be opening soon shhh

[spaceskam]

3 Davenzi ; ik Davenzi angst is hard but like pls

okay i got extremely carried away. i apologize in advanced. anyway heres a ridiculously long davenzi flower shop auwarning: mentions of self-harm/suicidal ideation (which is really odd to say after i just said it was a flower shop au but here we are)

“Hi, welcome to Schreiber’s Flowers.”

David didn’t look up from his sketchbook even as he greeted whoever had walked through the door and made the bell ring throughout the small shop.  It had been a slow day and, with 30 minutes left, he was ready to go ahead and close up shop.  However, Laura would yell at him for the rest of his life if he closed early.  What was the point of owning your own store if you can’t close whenever the hell you want?

“Mom’s like flowers, right?” The voice startled David and he looked up to see a boy standing quite close despite being on the other side of the counter.  His bangs hung in front of his eyes as he leaned his elbows on the glass countertop, the tip of his tongue peeking out from his lips as he traced his teeth.

David thought of every slow-motion, heart-stopping, head-spinning scene in every romance movie or show or novel and how he’d always assumed they were stupid.  And, honestly, they were stupid.  Incredibly stupid.  But suddenly this guy was in front of him and his body temperature rose and he almost forgot he had a job to do.   

“Um, yeah, I’d say so,” David responded after an embarrassingly long time.  The guy flashed a lopsided grin, sinking further onto the counter until he was gazing up at David through his hair.  He was easily the cutest guy he’d seen all week.  When he smiled, he definitely might be the cutest all year.  Bless whoever sent him his way.

“It’s your job to say so.”

“Maybe,” David mused, crossing his arms as he leaned forward and gave the guy a little smirk.  He smiled wider.

“I missed her call last week and didn’t call her back and she’s still mad at me.  Got any special flowers for that occasion?” he asked.  David bit down on his lip as he scanned his face, pretending like he actually thought about it.

“Depends on how much you wanna spend.”

“Not much.”

David smiled, “Okay.”

They spent the next twenty or so minutes walking around the shop, talking aimlessly about flowers.  David was more than a little sure that the guy had no idea what he was talking about, but he nodded like he got it.   He smiled sweetly and offered up comments that might pass for witty if David wanted to stretch enough to give him credit.  He did.

The guy ended up settling on three yellow Asiatic lilies without much extra filler in an attempt to keep the price down.  They still looked pretty and, after David wrapped them up, they were big enough to give the illusion that it might’ve been more expensive than they actually were.  David leaned his elbows on the countertop and the guy mimicked.  His heart thudded harder in his chest when he realized that the flowers were the main thing separating their arms from touching.

“You wanna write a note?” David asked.  The guy grinned, nodding his head and his hair covering more of his face.  David found it hard to take his eyes off of him when he dug beneath the register for a slip of paper and a pen.  He slid it over to him, his stomach tightening when their knuckles grazed.

The guy sat there for a moment, leaning over it and not writing a damn thing before looking up at David with those painfully blue eyes, “What do I write?”  David laughed.

“Something simple.  Maybe a ‘please don’t disown me’ might work,” David suggested, the guy before him snorting.  He really needed to get his name.  Or his number.  Both, preferably.

“You, sir, are a genius,” he said, pointing the pen at him before crouching back over the paper.  Something in David’s chest bloomed, heat making its way through his veins and lighting every inch of him on fire.  What the fuck was this.  The guy’s eyes peeked up through his hair again, “You wouldn’t happen to have good handwriting, would you?”

David rolled his eyes as he took the pen from the guy’s hand, “You know, I should just say from it’s from the both of us since I’m doing all the work here.”

“Maybe so. What’s your name?” The guy’s tongue pressed to the back of his teeth and David felt lightheaded.

“David,” he answered, pausing to let his eyes skim over him once again, “and you?”

The guy pushed up on his toes, leaning closer, “Matteo.”

Matteo, Matteo, Matteo, Matteo, Matteo, Matteo.  The name danced around his mind like it was playing a game, teasing him with the idea that he’d see him after he left the shop. David barely left the flower shop as it was and he lived above it so it wasn’t even like he had the excuse of walking home to seek him out.  Instead, he had to wonder if he really should just ask for his number or if he should just let him walk away.

“Here you go,” David said as he tucked the note into the flowers.  He had to let him walk away.  That was his only real option.

David rung him up and tried to avoid staring at him anymore.  That made it a fuckton harder to let him leave without asking to see him again.  However, he knew that’s the way it had to be.  David didn’t have much to offer.  He lived with his sister, worked in his sister’s shop, was too scared to leave the house.  He wasn’t inherently social or charming or anything special.  He was virtually a hermit.

Matteo, on the other hand, had a smile to light the world and was charming and he carried himself with a confident swagger that screamed ‘I don’t give a fuck what you think about me’.  He had books protruding out of his unzipped back that he’d dropped before the front desk, one of which being a biology textbook which meant he was in college and had dreams about life.  His phone had buzzed multiple times since he’d walked in, saying he had friends and probably went out.  Hell, he’d even been the one to ask for David’s name.  He probably wanted someone just as outgoing.

He probably wasn’t even into guys.

“Thanks,” Matteo said as he eventually started heading towards the door, though he walked backward and basically forced David to hold his gaze with some sort of authority he couldn’t say no to, “David.”

Matteo stepped out of the flower shop with a grin, spinning around to the soft ding of the bell.  David collapsed into his chair, his head thrown back as his body turned to mush.  What gave him the right to say his name like that?  It made his head spin.  He’d heard the name David come out of a million different people, his own included, and yet none of them sounded so perfect.  None of them had sounded like it was specially crafted to fit into someone mouth like it did with Matteo.

“David, are you okay down there?  We do close at 5, you know!” Laura suddenly called from the stairway that led to their apartment, shaking him from his Matteo-induced daze.  He glanced over at the clock, the big hand and the little hand forming an unmistakable 5:30.

Whoops.

*

David thought he’d died and gone to heaven when Matteo walked in the next day.

Caught off guard and more than a little flustered, David just barely croaked out a, “hey.”  Matteo licked his lips and grinned as he walked confidently up to the counter again, leaning against it on his elbows.

“Hey yourself.”

David couldn’t think of what to say or do.  He’d thought about this stupid guy since the moment he saw him the day prior.  He could barely hold a conversation at dinner with Matteo on the brain and he couldn’t even think about the dreams he’d had without blushing.  He had tried to push the thought of him away when he’d woken up, but it had only started to work whenever he got back from his lunch break.

That didn’t last long.

Matteo’s tongue prodded the inside of his cheek before swiping across his bottom lip, disappearing behind a large lopsided smile and a huffed laugh.  Cue the dizziness.

“So, my mom really liked those flowers. Thanks,” he said. David blinked.  “Any chance you know anything about the language of flowers?”

“Uh,” he paused, desperately trying to clear his head enough to have a conversation.  He could feel his cheeks getting redder and redder by the minute and he wanted to burst of embarrassment.  Matteo only seemed to smile through it.  “A little.”

Matteo sunk down, his chin resting on his hands that pressed flat against the counter.  He gazed up through his hair and David’s fingers twitched, desperate to push his bangs aside to get a real view of those eyes.  He didn’t, obviously, deciding to just stare at them and only them, definitely not Matteo’s slightly pursed lips that were too perfect to be real.

“Teach me?”

Fuck.

*

Every day for the next two weeks, Matteo would turn up around thirty minutes before closing and would stay a little later each day.  David was getting a little addicted to his company, spending every moment without him giddy for when he’d turn up next.  He couldn’t actually remember the last time he’d had a friend, much less a friend that looked like that, and he was loving every minute of it.

While they had definitely drifted to talking about everything under the sun, they’d gone back to the topic of the language of flowers every once in a while. Matteo thought it was spectacularly funny that they had a whole section of flowers dedicated for rejection and David had done more research than he’d done in his life specifically to tell him more, to get him to laugh more.  Aside from that, he’d seemed especially fascinated with the flowers that stood for love, unspoken love, absolute affection, devotion. He said it was sweet that they managed to say so much with so little. David had told him his favorite was the red tulip.

“It’s basically like saying, ‘believe me when I say I love’. It could be for any occasion. Like, if someone was going away forever, they could send that as a final sacrament of their love,” David had explained as they sat on the floor of the flower shop, the doors locked for the night and their backs against the front desk.  Their shoulders were touching and it had David soaring.

“That’s really dramatic,” Matteo had teased, “I think you should be able to say that without a big ending. You should make sure the person you love knows that you love them every day of the week.”  David remembered turning to face him and discovering their faces were just a few inches apart.  Of all the times he’d thought about kissing him, that was the time he regretted the most that he didn’t.  Next time I see him, he promised himself.

That was four days ago.

“Your little friend coming today?” Laura asked teasingly as David got ready for work, taking extra time to make sure his hair looked presentable.  Matteo never really went out of his way to look put together, but he pulled off the sloppy look better than anyone in the whole world so David didn’t expect him to change that.  But that didn’t mean he was going to try to do the same.

“Stop,” David groaned, but he couldn’t hide the smile on his face.  He’d worked up the courage since he left the night before after spending nearly three hours laying the floor together and talk about anything and everything.  Matteo had even opened up to him about his father leaving him and his mother a few years back without much of a warning, fucking off to Italy and only talking when Matteo called him first.  David felt bad for him, but he felt special that he got to know something so personal.  

That personal admission had prompted David to share something personal of his own‒his sketchbook.  Matteo had flipped through it for an hour, trying his best to give artistic comments.  He mainly stuck with waxing poetic on how talented he was.

Sometime during that, Matteo’s hand had grazed his own.  It had made his whole body tense, head to toe, and he’d stared at him like he was choking him.  In a way, he sort of was because he decided not to move his hand away.  It was almost like it was intentional.

“When are you going to ask him out?” Laura asked, ignoring his pleas for her to drop it.  The moment she’d discovered the reason he was staying late was because of a guy, she wouldn’t stop teasing him.  David guessed it was his fault for being completely isolated for two years, but that didn’t make it any less annoying.

“I’m not.”

“David!  He really likes you!” Laura said and David snorted in disbelief.  Where the hell did she get that from?  “Oh, so you’re telling me this guy goes out of his way to come spend hours of time with you every single day, but he doesn’t like you?”

“I don’t think he’s into guys.”

“David,” she said, coming up behind him in the mirror and resting her chin on his shoulder, “To me, it sounds like he’s more than into you.  He’s probably thinking you aren’t into him.  He’s been reaching out for two weeks.  Reach out to him.  Don’t let what your brain is saying keep you from him. You’re allowed to have someone and be loved, no matter what happened to you in the past.”

David mulled over her words as she smiled, patting him on the back and heading down to open up shop.  He stared at himself in the mirror, wondering if maybe she was right.  Maybe Matteo was just waiting for him to make a move.  Maybe the hand touching, the handful of close-enough-to-be-kisses, and the constant hanging out was him saying he was interested.  David had a hard fucking time understanding why someone like Matteo would be even kind of interested in him, but… maybe it was worth figuring out.  And maybe, just maybe, if he wasn’t into him like that, he’d still come out of it with a friend.

So, today, for the first time in years, he was going to put himself on the line.  For Matteo.

But then he didn’t show.

David stared at the door until well after they closed up, each minute that passed crushing his hopes a little more.  That was it, it had to be a sign.  The day that he was going to grow a pair and ask Matteo out, he didn’t show.  He’d probably gotten tired of him, tired of talking to someone who didn’t have any stories outside of high school and the TV shows he watched. He bored him to death until he didn’t want to see him anymore.  Go fucking figure.

That night, David didn’t sleep much.  He was too busy trying to figure out if he’d done something wrong the night before or if he really was that boring.  For hours, he ridiculed himself for waiting too long, for wasting time and ruining his chances.  A guy like Matteo wasn’t just going to wait around forever, especially when David didn’t even fucking leave the house.  He was pathetic.

The next morning, David didn’t bother making himself look nice.  He let his hair look hardly tame and decided to just wear his sweats.  It’s not like anyone would see it.  Not anyone important that is.

David trudged down the steps and opened up shop with the same level of gravitas.  It wasn’t until he unlocked the door and flipped around the sign that he noticed a note taped to the glass.  He blinked in confusion a few times before deciding to grab it off the door.  When he looked at it, he nearly stopped breathing.

Things came up, I promise to explain xx

Beneath the messy handwriting was a sloppily drawn flower, the petals colored in haphazardly with a red pen.  Beside it read ‘tulip’ with an arrow pointing towards it.  A red tulip.

David ran right back upstairs to fix his hair.

*

“So your mom’s going to be okay and everything, right?”

David watched as Matteo gave a tired smile and nodded.  Apparently, something had gone wrong and his mother had ended up in the hospital.  He said he managed to slip away for a bit around 3 in the morning which is when he’d left the note.  Currently, he was just supposed to go home to take a shower before heading back, but he wanted to stop by to say he didn’t mean to leave him hanging.  David’s hopes were higher than ever.

“Uh, yeah, yeah.  They’re keeping her for observation,” Matteo said.  His voice was soft and he was mostly avoiding eye contact.  As special as David felt, he also hated to keep him away.  He didn’t know exactly what was going on with his mom, but he wasn’t about to be the reason he wasn’t with her.

“Well, don’t let me keep you,” David insisted.  He wanted to ask him out and he definitely planned to do so, but now was a bad time.  Actually, now was the worst time.  So he decided against it.

“You’re fine, seriously, I wanna be here.  I can waste a few minutes if they’re for you,” Matteo said and as tired as he looked, he still came off ungodly charming.  That familiar feeling that came with Matteo’s presence burst into his chest without much warning.  David smiled, hoping his face wasn’t as red as it felt.  “I really like talking to you.”

David smiled softly, “Me too.”

“Do you think… do you think I could get your number?” Matteo asked.  It was the shyest he’d ever seen him in all the time he’d known him.  He almost always had this air of confidence around him even when he said the dumbest shit in the world, but not today.  Maybe he was tired or stressed, or maybe David actually had the power to make someone nervous.

It seemed unlikely.

“Y-yeah, absolutely!” he answered almost immediately and proceeded to mentally kick himself for sounding way too eager.  Matteo’s smile subdued the embarrassment.

Matteo didn’t stay much longer, but he texted him the minute he walked out.  David was satisfied.

*

Matteo: Do you want to come over tonight?

David stared at the phone for so long he was wondering if he should even reply.  Granted, the message had been sent sometime between David going to sleep and waking up, but he still had seen it for a long time.  Matteo probably thought he was ignoring him.

The two of them had been texting on and off for over a week every minute they weren’t together. He couldn’t leave his phone alone when it lit up with his name and he stayed up ridiculously late every night for him.  A few nights, they’d called and talked until they both fell asleep on the phone.  David felt like a teenager all over again and he was crushing like one.  He didn’t want to admit how many doodles he had of Matteo in his sketchbook and even on the pages that weren’t of him, his name was written in the corners covered in hearts.

The only problem is that he had no idea how Matteo was feeling and he didn’t know how to take the proposition of going to his house.

“Laura,” David said as he stepped into the flower shop, “I need help.”

He hated asking her any of her opinions on the Matteo situation, but he was feeling desperate and he didn’t know anyone else.  So he placed his phone in front of her and waited for her to tell him what to do.

“Oh my god!  Say yes!” Laura pressured, “You finally have a good excuse to go somewhere!”

“But what does it mean?”

“Does it matter?”

Okay, valid point.

“But what if… What if he wants to, like, hook up?  What do I say?  He’s gonna notice that‒” David tried, subconsciously pulling his sleeves over the heels of his hands.  Laura grabbed his hands gently, looking into his eyes.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but if he does and you do, then just tell him.  There’s no harm done, not if he really likes you,” she promised.  David took a deep breath as he tried to accept what she was saying.

There was a chance that Matteo really liked him.  He was so tired of not taking risks. Matteo was the one to take.  

David: sure what time?

*

“It’s not much, but…”

David let his eyes look around the small apartment, his fingers tapping against his leg anxiously.  It exuded Matteo.  It was vaguely cluttered, not messy, just lived in.  It was homey and welcoming and it helped subdue his nerves. Well, helped a little.  It was the first time he’d gone anywhere aside from the little grocery store next to the flower shop in over a year and it had to be where he was alone with a boy.  That was the most stressful shit ever.

Nonetheless, he powered through and Matteo led him to his room.  A few words were shared here and there before Matteo eventually just handed him a Switch controller and gave him something far less stressful to focus on.  Turns out, hanging out with a friend can be fun.

“So, where’s your mom?” David asked after a few hours of going back and forth winning games of Mario Kart.  Matteo licked his lips, his eyes on the floor.  It took less than a few seconds for David to realize he fucked up and that he really should’ve noticed that Matteo had been smiling a lot less frequently in the last week.  “Sorry, I shouldn’t‒”

“She’s in the hospital,” Matteo answered simply, reaching over to put his controller on the desk in the corner.  David chewed on his bottom lip, too scared to say anything.  He’d come to hang out and be enjoyable and he fucked it up by upsetting him.  He was already upset and David had barely even noticed, too wrapped up in his stupid little crush and his own issues.  How was he supposed to have a crush on someone when he couldn’t even pay enough attention to their feelings?  “A psychiatric hospital.”

David nodded slowly, not knowing what to say that wouldn’t make it worse.  He didn’t want to ask questions, he didn’t want to put himself where he didn’t belong.  He just wanted to be there for Matteo.

“She was in and out of there my whole fucking childhood.  I thought she was good now though, you know?  Like, she hasn’t been bad since my dad left and, and I make sure she takes her medicine and goes to therapy.  But I-I left her alone for too long, I think, and before I knew it, I was getting a call saying she’d fucking cut her wrists open. I should’ve been watching her,” Matteo said, his voice slowly becoming thick with tears.  David felt sick.  He was the reason Matteo hadn’t been home as much.  He was the reason he felt so guilty.  It being over something like this made him feel even worse.

David put his hand on his knee.

“It’s not your fault.  Those things… they just happen. It’s no one’s fault. It’s not hers, it’s not yours. Sometimes things just get bad and all you can think is that… it needs to stop,” David said softly.  He knew the feeling too well, too personally.  He had spent so long pushing them away, but he knew even the slightest worrying change could make it all come back.  He wondered if Matteo’s mom felt the same way.

“I know.  Really, logically, I know, but… can’t help but feel like I pushed it somehow,” Matteo whispered, sniffling.  David took a chance and moved his arm to wrap around his shoulders.  In a second, Matteo’s head hit his shoulder.

“I wish I could make you feel better.”

They fell silent, Matteo’s hand reaching out to David’s spare one.  His heart thudded in his chest for more than one reason as Matteo played with his hand, his sleeve riding up just enough to cause panic.  However, he managed to stay calm for Matteo because he needed it and let him trace over his fingers and his palms as rogue tears slipped into the fabric of his sweater.

“You wanna make me feel better?” Matteo asked after a while.  David let the sentence hang in the air for a moment, slightly scared of what was going to come next.  Eventually, he decided it was worth it.

“I’d do anything.”

Before he could even close his mouth all the way after speaking, Matteo’s lips were on his own.  David squeaked a noise of surprise, his hands shooting up as Matteo continued to kiss him.  So much of him wanted to kiss back, to enjoy this moment, he couldn’t do it.  Not when he understood.

“Stop,” David managed to say, very gently pushing him away even as he allowed their foreheads to rest against each other.  Matteo’s eyes frantically searched his face, his lips folded between his teeth as tears brimmed his eyes again.

“I thought you said anything.”

“Not… not that.  Not when you’re upset. I don’t wanna kiss you when you’re like this, I’d be taking advantage,” David whispered, trying to soothe him before he got the wrong idea.  It seemed it was too late though  

“Then get out,” Matteo decided, pushing him away.  David blinked a few times and told himself not to take it personally.

“Matteo, I‒”

“I said get out.”

“Look, I understand you’re upset, but I think‒”

“What don’t you understand about get out?!  Clearly, I shouldn’t have even asked you over, you don’t understand when to fucking leave!  No wonder you stay holed up in the stupid fucking shop!” David couldn’t find any words.  “Yeah, I fucking know that you never leave!  What’s wrong with you anyway?  Are you fucked up too?”

David’s mouth went dry, “I‒”

Matteo shook his head, pushing him away even more as he tacked on a, “No, don’t tell me, I really don’t care.  Just get the fuck out of my house.”

David stood without another word and headed towards the door.  He knew he was upset, he knew he didn’t really mean anything he’d said, but it still hurt.  No matter how much he tried to make sure he didn’t take it to heart, it was too accurate to ignore.  He was fucked up.  Not even three years ago he’d been exactly where Matteo’s mom was and now it was hard to even step outside the house in fear he’d be right back where he was.  That was as fucked up as it got, wasn’t it?

His hand had just reached for the door to the apartment when he was stopped.

“Wait,” Matteo called, much softer than it had been less than a minute prior.  David reluctantly glanced over his shoulder to see Matteo standing in the hallway, looking weaker than he ever had.  And to think he had originally thought Matteo had nothing but confidence.  “What were you gonna say?”  David furrowed his eyebrows.

“When?”

“I asked…” Matteo trailed off, his eyes shifting towards the floor and his socked foot rubbed over the other one.  David gulped, taking his hand off the doorknob.

“Yeah, I’m fucked up too, we all are. You already pointed out I don’t leave the shop,” David said, admittedly sounding colder than he should’ve.  He knew Matteo was just acting out.  He hadn’t been on Matteo’s side of the equation, he didn’t know what it felt like to be raised by someone who couldn’t be trusted with their own life.  He just didn’t know.

“Why?”

David sighed, “Because when I leave, I’m too aware of bad shit that happens in the world and when I become too aware of that then I… want to do something stupid again.” David regretted it as soon as it said it.  He didn’t like to talk about what had happened.  He barely liked to think about it.  The whole situation was embarrassing.  Who reacts to graduating high school by trying to kill themselves?  He should’ve been happy for a new start, but he couldn’t be like that.  He found too much negative in positive things.

Except for Matteo.

“No,” Matteo said, though his face was heavy with the meaning of David’s admission, “Why’d you leave for me?”

Just like that, some of the tension that had been building in his body since he’d gotten that stupid text began to drain.  David leaned his back against the door, staring at Matteo who seemed more and more gutted by the minute.

“Because I really, really like you. I don’t think I’ve ever liked someone as much as I like you.  When you asked me to come over, I was barely even scared to leave, I was more scared for you to find out that I’ve got issues,” David admitted.  Matteo bit down his lip, nodding his head.  After a few too many minutes of silence, he decided that he should go.

“Wait,” Matteo repeated just as he went to turn the knob.  He sighed but waited anyway.  “I’m sorry that I ruined our first kiss.”

David’s forehead hit the door.

“Please don’t walk out that door.  I’m sorry.”

David was more than a little reluctant as he obeyed.  He needed to cool down and clear his head, but he didn’t want to leave Matteo alone.  That’s what everything seemed to point to.  He didn’t want to be alone.  That was a side of things David did understand, he understood it so goddamn well.  He wasn’t about to do that Matteo.

Within the next hour, David found himself lying in bed with Matteo tightly wrapped up in his arms.  Turns out cuddling is better medicine than laughter.  He felt relaxed for the first time in a long time and he was forcing himself to let it happen.  Too many times he’d let bad thoughts ruin good things.  He wasn’t about to let it ruin things with Matteo.

Sure, they needed to talk.  They needed to discuss a few important things and patch up a few hurtful things that had happened that night, but overall it felt like the start of something good.  Things were going to go better.  He could feel it.

A few days later, David found a real red tulip taped to the door of the flower shop even though they still had a couple weeks before they were officially in season.  It came with a note.

Believe me when I say…

[max-is-tired]

Like A Dream That You Can’t Quite Place

Prompt: anon said “5, 52 & 53 w/ whichever ship you prefer” 

Pairing: Prinxiety

Characters: Roman Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Patton Sanders, Logan Sanders (mentioned), the Dragon Witch (mentioned)

Words: 1.279

Warnings: injured character, mentions of a battle, shouting, swearing, crying, kissing, making out, if I missed anything pls tell me!!

Notes: After three weeks of freaking writer block, I’m back baby!!! And yes, I’m still doing these kiss prompts because I still have some in my inbox ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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5 - “Angry kiss”, 52 - “Accidentally witnessed kiss” & “Against a wall kiss”

It takes Roman a week to get back from his quest.

He didn’t mean for it to take this long, really. He had planned to be away for an afternoon at most, dealing with a little skirmish near the borders of his kingdom -some of the Dragon Witch’s minions ambushing lone travelers during their journey, or so he had heard.

Unfortunately, though, it had soon proven to be much more than a simple brawl. The fight that ensued had been long and strenuous, and more than once, Roman had found himself wondering if he would be able to walk out of it alive -the thought of his family waiting for him had been the only thing to keep him going, the memory of their worried faces acting as a beacon of hope as he pushed himself to keep fighting.

And he had won, in the end, standing bruised and exhausted over the slain bodies of the Dragon Witch and her minions. He remembers the relief that had coursed through his veins, his eyes burning with unshed tears as he realized that he could finally, finally go home.

Which takes us to the present time, with Roman raising up in the middle of the living room. The commons are bathed in darkness, silence meeting the Prince’s ears. Looks like, in his haste to get back home, he forgot to check what time it actually was.

Roman sighs, dejected, before wincing as his bruised ribs give another painful throb. A look towards the clock confirms that yes, he somehow managed to get back at three in the freaking morning. Everyone is probably asleep by now, save maybe for Virgil -and as tempting as that is, Roman does not want to risk waking anxious side up if he’s actually asleep. The guy needs as much rest as he can get.

So Roman resigns himself to spending another few hours alone in his room, patching himself up and maybe munching on some of the cookies he can see sitting abandoned on the table.

At least, that’s the plan, which goes immediately out of the figurative window as he hears something shatter just behind him, someone abruptly turning on the lights.

Roman whips around, instincts kicking in as his hand immediately reaches for his sword -until he finds himself meeting a pair of shocked, dark eyes, that is.

Roman freezes on the spot, hand still mid-air as he takes in the side standing in front of him. Virgil is staring at him with disbelief and surprise obvious on his face, hair sticking out in all directions and clothes disheveled and full of wrinkles. The two stare at each other for a long while, time seemingly stopping as both slowly process what they’re seeing.

“You’re back,” Virgil finally croaks out, frantically rubbing at his eyes in utter disbelief, “holy shit you’re actually here, I’m not dreaming, what the fuck-”

“Virgil-”

“You fucker!” the other yells, eyes suddenly filled with burning fire as he approaches Roman in quick, few strides, “You fucking asshole, you selfish, impulsive, self-centered prick!”

Roman finds himself able to do nothing but stumble backward and stare, completely speechless, as Virgil keeps angrily jabbing his finger on his chest to punctuate each insult coming out of his mouth.

“Do you have any idea of how worried we were?” the anxious side keeps going, undeterred by Roman’s dumbfounded state, “Do you have any idea of how many times Logan and I had to console Patton while he broke down crying because we didn’t even know if you were alive or not? Do you know how many times I caught Logan or Patton or even myself staring at your door, hoping against hope you would burst out of your room like nothing happened?”

Virgil stops for a second, still glaring at Roman, the latter now pressed against the wall as the anxious side keeps his finger pressed against his chest.

“Virgil, I’m so sor-” Roman starts, heart breaking in his chest the more Virgil’s rant goes on.

He never gets to finish his apology though, because suddenly there is a pair of lips angrily pressing over his. For a moment, Roman can feel his heart stopping in its tracks, mind running a million miles per hour as he slowly realizes what’s going on -before it starts beating far more quickly than he ever thought it could, his eyes slipping shut as every other rational thought flies out of the window.

The kiss in angry, rushed, Virgil’s chapped lips basically devouring his own as he presses the creative side flush against the wall. But Roman can feel the relief evident behind the anger, rolling off of Virgil in waves as the other raises his hands to gingerly cradle his cheeks.

“Do you know-” Virgil whispers when they finally break away, voice catching in his throat as the anger in his eyes gives away to pain- “how many times I ended up crying myself to sleep, thinking you were gone, that I would’ve never seen you again, that I would have never been able to-”

“I know, sweetheart, I know-” Roman murmurs, holding the now crying side and leaving feathery kisses on his tear-stained cheeks- “and I’m so, so sorry I made you go through that, I really am. I wish I had been able to get a message to you guys, but alas the Dragon Witch had somehow managed to seal every exit from the Imagination.”

“The Dragon Witch?”

Roman nods, a sad smile appearing on his face as he holds Virgil close, hand gently running through his hair. “She ambushed me, using her minions as a distraction used her magic to close us off from the rest of the mindscape, and then we started fighting.

“There were moments when I thought I wouldn’t succeed,” he quietly admits, hiding his face on Virgil’s shoulder, “it was so hard to keep going, alone against that witch’s hordes- but the thought of you guys waiting for me pushed me to get up again and again and ultimately, defeat her for good.”

“Oh, Roman-” Virgil murmurs, lightly pushing himself off of Roman’s chest to look at him. However, whatever he was about to say flies out of the metaphorical window when Roman lets out a pained gasp, the pressure on his ribs reminding him of his injuries with a vengeance.

“You’re hurt!” Virgil exclaims, worry evident in his tone, “why didn’t you say so sooner? Fuck, and I even pushed you around, I’m so sorry-”

Roman shakes his head, smiling, before leaning down and capturing Virgil’s lips in a sweet kiss.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs on the other’s lips, smile widening as Virgil’s cheeks become an adorable shade of red, “I’m okay, my dark prince -it’s not as bad as it looks, I swear.”

“You sure?” Virgil asks, still uncertain.

Roman nods, still smiling, and Virgil feels the knot that has taken residence in his stomach since the other’s disappearance finally unravel.

They don’t know who leans in first, but suddenly they’re kissing again, slow and soft and lovingly as their hearts soar in their chest. There is no rush this time, no anger or pain clouding their mind. There’s just them, holding each other close and letting themselves get lost in the moment.

They’re so distracted they don’t even hear Patton shuffling down the stairs, attracted by their previous shouting. His eyes widen when they fall on Roman, a relieved exclamation already on his lips -he stops himself before he can call out to them though, simply letting out a quiet sigh and letting the two have their moment.

He can always shower Roman with hugs tomorrow morning.