#something i was sitting on that floof encouraged me to post

[radiumkind]

“The Sexy Librarian and the Ghost of Dorian Gray: Or, Vince and Howard Does Role Play”

Warning:

•PG-13 with sexual themes

•WIP

Don’t mind how massive Vince is… 

Image edited @ 11/3/18

Warning: PG-13 with sexual themes

“Dorian Gray in Penny Dreadful?–he was pretty hot.  But I bet I can play Dorian Gray better than that twink.“

“Do you now?”

“Think about it–I’m the confuser.  I’m a charming, Camden royalty, and I’m pretty sexy.”

Vince daydreamed how perfect a role play this would be for him and Howard.  Howard would be a sexy–in a dorky way–librarian who’s been graced with the ghost of Dorian Gray’s knowledge of earthly delights.

“Have you actually read The Picture of Dorian Gray?”

“Nah, ‘s too complicated.  But I’ve seen the films and the panto.”

“There was a panto of ‘Dorian Gray’?”  Howard could not believe it; it’s hardly a family entertainment.

“Yeh.  Last Christmas, it was.  Leroy was in it–they made it all sexy and psychedelic.”

“This is still pantomime you’re speaking of?”

“Have you lost your hearin’?  Yes, and it was amazin’!”

*

“So?  What’dya say Howard? You’ll be a dusty, virgin librarian and I’ll be the ghost of Dorian Gray.”

“You know he was a fictional character.”

“He comes to life from a crackly old book ‘cos its well dingy in there.”

“Old books would be a splendid place to live in–so much culture and history.  Secrets and intrigue.  Those smells are the primal fragrance of the humanity.”

“What you’re smellin’s mildew and some tosser’s 100 year-old drool, more like.”

“It was not a sexually explicit book.”

“No, but for moldy, Victorian types, that go to the libraries, I can see little Dorian causin’ some excitement.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, little man.  Library is a very sexual place, indeed–and librarians are the most sexually ferocious beings in the world.  They are equipped with millennia of coital knowledge; you can’t get to the bottom of it–even if you shagged them everyday for the rest of your life.  They’d always have something up their cardigan sleeves.”

“As if!”

“How would you know? You’ve never stepped your twinkly, booted foot in a library in your life.”

“I have!  That time in year 5, I got the audio book narrated by Mick Jagger, but when I opened the case at home, it had a second volume of The Famous Rocks of the World! I swore never to go back there again.”

“What did you do with the audio book?”

“I threw it away.”

“Vince!  That is heresy!”

“Well, nobody’s gonna listen to 2 hours of some geezer describing rocks with no pictures.”  

“You are unbelievable.  It’s people like you that give grief to the honest library goers.  You are an enemy of the state.”

“Come off it, I’m sure it’s livin’ happily on the bottom of the canal with some slaggy, but well meaning, cassette player.”

“Well, I’d be afraid if I were you, little man, those who don’t pay the fine will see the wrath of the shadow librarians”

“Wot?  Who are they?”

“They are the MI-6 of the British Library.  They work in the shadow of the night to punish those who commit the most heinous of library crimes, and cheekily collect the unpaid fines. They are only legends, but once in a blue moon, a regular library patron stops showing up.  Just, poof!”

“Maybe they died…or moved.”

“Nooo.  Because the patron’s name will suddenly disappear from the checkout cards–everything they’d borrowed, no longer bears their name.”

“No way! That is well creepy.”

“Creepy is their game, little man.  That’s why you should never piss off the librarians.”

“Ooohhh.  I don’t know if I wanna do this role play anymore, Howard.”

“What…wait a second. It’s not that scary, it’s merely a legend you know.”

“They seem legit, with the names disappearin’ and all that–sounds like they’re right wankers.”

“Well, you know, maybe I can talk to them and…negotiate.  I speak fluent Shadow Librarian…-nian.  I bet they’ll listen to my pleas, yeah?”

“You’d do that for me, Howard?”

“Of course, Vince.  It’s you and me all the way.  I wouldn’t let those tossers touch you with their dry, oil-less fingers.”

“Aw, Howard, you’re a diamond.”

“No problem, little man.”

Vince looks up at Howard with a sultry look. “Huh.  Then you’ll do it, then?

“Absolutely.”

"For real? If librarians are so horny–”

“They aren’t horny–they are just sexually…enlightened.”

“Whatever.”

*

"Vince? Is that a smoke machine?”

“Yeah.”

“Why on earth do you have that?”

“For my appearance, you jack of clubs!  Makes it realistic, and that.”

*

“Howard…Howard…”

Howard looks around but gets back to the task at hand.

“Howard…Howard, Howard, Howard, Howard!”

“Do I hear a wind?”

“…tosser.”

“What was that?”

“That got your attention, you prick.”

“You don’t seem like an apparition with that attitude.”

“Never mind that. Lets get it on.”

“I was just setting a scene, don’t you see?”

“I’m the star here!”

“What–why are you the star?  There’s no star in a role play!”

“Well, no…but if it was a play, I’d be one.”

“You narcissistic twat, I thought this was going to be–”  Howard stopped himself and looked away.  

Oh no, Howard’s upset now.  This had taken a surprisingly fast turn south.  “What is it, Howard?”

Howard sighed.  “You always make it about you; I shouldn’t have reacted like that.”  

That was true, thought Vince.  “Then why are you in a strop?”

“I just wanted you to take my knowledge of library seriously.  I am the librarian.”

“Well, you’re not a real librarian.”

“You bloody aren’t Dorian Gray!”

Even Vince couldn’t argue with that.    

“Alright, I’ll respect your creepy library fetish.”

“…You are incorrigible.  It was your idea, you know.  You’re the one who wanted to objectify me in a sexy wool jumper and tweed suit.”

“Objectify you?  I was settin’ up the best role play for you to objectify me, you numpty!”

“And we’re back to this again!”

“AND, it’s not your moldy jumper that does things for me!”

“Wha…Then what is it?”

“…It’s nothin. Never mind all that, lets just get on with it.”

“No, I’d like to know.  What is it about me that turns you on?” Howard was grinning–so smug!

“…s’ the glasses.”

“What?”

“THE GLASSES! Have you gone senile!?”

“These?  The tricks of the trade for nerds and geeks worldwide?  The librarian’s friend?  The blind man’s–”

“Alright!  Stop goin’ on about it!”

“You think I’m sexy in these.  Vince Noir, I have never…” Howard tutted, seductively lowered the horn rimmed specs, and examined the blushing younger man in mock scandal.  Vince can almost hear him thinking: ‘I can’t believe you just said that you little tart, see me after class for extra lessons’.  The air in the room was suddenly stifling.

“Unf…whatever…”  Vince, burning red from the bookworm’s assaults, picked up a glass of absinth and finished it in one gulp. The ghost of Dorian was feeling terribly embarrassed and turned on.  He wanted revenge for the unexpected seduction from this chalky librarian.    

The End…?

[tinywooniverse]

dreamcatcher reaction to seeing a picture you secretly took of them

requested: ye!

genre: floof

a/n: these uhhh got longer as a got further down i’m so sorry

(gifs are not mine)

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jiu:

when jiu sees you walk out of the room she hops on the opportunity to grab your phone. it’s her signature to take your phone and take pictures of herself when you’re out of the room. she considers it her gift to you and seeing as you keep them and basically have your camera roll full of her, you think so too. she picks up you phone and quickly turns it on and swipes to your camera only to go back and look at the picture you had as your lockscreen. her hair was messy and she was rubbing her eyes and pouting. from the surroundings she seemed to be at the foot of your bed. she remembers this clearly. she was over your house, had just woken up from a nap and she wanted to cuddle but you weren’t paying her any mind so she pouted and whines until you put your phone away.

“it’s cute huh,” you say walking back into the room sitting down next to her. she sheepishly smiles and gives you a quick nod.

“yeah but next time you ignore my demands to cuddle just to take pictures of me we’re fighting.”

sua:

she had been watching you watching your phone for the past twenty minutes and she had had enough. she had to know what your were smiling at that had all of your attention because frankly it was annoying that you weren’t paying her any attention. she snatched your phone right out of your loose grip to see what it was and to her surprise it was just your lockscreen. which was a photo of her looking as silly as ever.

“it was from a few weeks ago when we were up acting stupid because we were tired. you got up and did a photoshoot. do you remember?” you say rubbing the back of your neck shyly.

“yeah i remember. i didn’t think you were really taking pictures. this is cute.”

“it’s a live photo. look.” you press the screen and suddenly she’s moving. she blows a kiss to the camera promptly before it stops. she just looks at you and smiles

“you’re a real romantic, you know that?” she asks and you smile coyly nodding once.

“but if you ever pay more attention to your phone than me i’m gonna spin your jaw,” she says tossing your phone to the other side of the couch as you look slightly scared.

siyeon:

normally, siyeon liked to make you flustered. it made her feel good inside knowing that she could make you go speechless. she loved the look on your face every time you got this way. however, you had managed to get this response from her today, eliciting a dumbfounded expression.

“your lockscreen-”

“i know it’s so cute isn’t it. you were literally just sitting up out of bed.”

and that she was. her ponytail was nearly gone although she was sure she had made it tight enough the night before and she looked about as cranky as she does when she’s hungry.

“how did you even manage to get a picture like this?” she asks still confused.

“well i was on snapchat when i came into you room and i was going to take a video of me waking you up but you looked so cute that i decided to take a picture instead.” you shoot her a small smile. she smiles at your actions before speaking again.

“you didn’t post that did you?” she asks and sees your fight or flight instinct kick in.

that day you find out just how aggressive she could get.

handong:

handong wouldn’t really be surprised about your lock screen because you two often had matching ones that of each other that you too when you guys went on dates and things.

you two were sitting on your couch, her legs thrown across yours, with both of your phones in her hands. she was trying to decide which pictures were the best to use from your coffee shop and window shopping date earlier today.

“what about this? i think it’s really cute!” she says enthusiastically showing both of the phone screens.

“i don’t know dongie i don’t really like how i look.” you say and she frowns looking at her phone. she pouts looking back at you.

“i think you look amazing all of the time honey but if you don’t feel comfortable with me using this picture that’s okay.” she says in a slightly pouty voice and your heart feels like it’s melting.

“you can use the picture if you really like it.” you say, softly smiling at handong who had been perplexingly staring at her phone screen trying to find a new one.

“are you sure? you said you didn’t like it. i don’t want to set it to a picture that you-”

“it’s completely fine dongie. as long as you like it you can keep it.”

yoohyeon:

yoohyeon had been doing a live while you sat across the room listening to her every word one day when you snapped a quick picture of her to save for another day. your crush on her had been pretty persistent and strong yet she never noticed. you did everything with her. you were alone with her more than your were alone with yourself. you talked to her as much as you could while you were apart without feeling like you were annoying her. so today wasn’t any different. she always allowed you to sit in on her lives because it made her feel more comfortable doing so.

you send the picture to yoobin, who knew about your crush, and start to gush about how cute she was while interacting with the fans. at the same time yoohyeon’s phone starts to go off and you only assume that it’s their group chat discussing something stupid but you’re quickly realizing that that may not be the case when you send yoobin a text asking why she wasn’t responding and yoohyeon’s phone dings again. she looks at the notification and ignores it, glancing at you before turning back to the live and ending it shortly afterwards.

after it’s over she turns to you and smirks.

“you could’ve just told me you liked me you know?” she says.

“what are you talking about?”

“i recall getting like ten texts from you about how cute i was and i see there’s a picture involved.” she giggles.

“no i sent that to yoobin.” you say scrolling through your texts to see that yoobin was now yoohyeon. you look flushed and embarrassed.

“so how many offguards do you have of me?”

“only the ones you members send me.” you say pouting, feeling like was mocking you.

“really?? i thought they were only sending me pictures of you.” she says thoughtfully.

“wait what?”

dami:

dami knew you had a intense crush on her. she knew from the moment you guys met honestly. you introduced yourself to all of the other girls with no issues but when you got to her you had looked at if the world stopped and started to trip over your words so it was hard not to know.

she often tried to ask you out on dates to no avail as you always thought it was just a friendly hangout and soon after she just figured that you were just as nervous with her as the other girls and that you thought that she was just a friend.

however, one of these days you two decided to play a game at the dinner you two had planned.

“how about we both put our phones on the table and whoever picks up their phone first has to the other a dessert?” yoobin proposes causing you to look a little shocked.

“wait what?”

“it’s a fun game! we’ll put or phones on the table face up and whoever gets a notification that they just can’t ignore and picks up their phone has to by the winner a dessert. it’s a good thing i think. we can spend more time talking to each other and we can find a way to cope with awkward silence.” she giggles and sets her phone down in between us.

“uhhh okay?” you say sitting your phone down and your heart rate spikes when you remember that your phone screen is a picture you took of her on one of your earlier dates. you were sure this was gonna end up in an embarrassing confession but you didn’t wanna kill the fun so you let it go and start talking with her about how her day went and what happened at work.

neither of you even bothered to look at your phones until they both made a noise at the same time and you looked to see that both of your screens were of each other on the same date.

“you-” you both speak after looking up

“no you can go first.”

gahyeon:

(this is backwards idk)

you guys were literally head over heels for each other and everyone knew but you two honestly. neither of you had the guts to tell the other about your feelings so both of you just spewed everything on the other girls who had been trying to encourage you to tell each other but you guys literally wouldn’t even spend time alone. that is, until the girls came up with a plan.

jiu and siyeon has asked the two of you separately if you had wanted to go the the botanical gardens and you had both agreed because that place was beautiful and you both loved going there but you hadn’t because no one else wanted to go with you.

when the day had come and the two of you go there you saw each other at the ticketing booth and decided to stand together to wait for your friends when you both simultaneously get texts from them saying they couldn’t make it.

“i have a feeling this was planned.” gahyeon says breaking the silence.

“yeah i think so too,” you said giving her a small smile, “but we could just stick with each other since we already bought our tickets. i would hate to leave, i’ve really wanted to go here for a long time.”

you grab her hand and go into the greenhouse display and you two get surprisingly comfortable with each other and you watch and giggle as she takes a selfie with a tall cactus. you see a small cluster of echeveria elegans and squat down to take a closer look at the little flower shaped succulents. she giggles and mumbles something very cute making you stand up and brush your clothes off.

the rest of the time she walks ahead of you and reaches for your hand more often than not like she’s worried that you’re gonna get lost. nothing feats wrong about the entire hang out and you secretly thank your friends for being so stupid and scheming like this.

after you both return home you get a text from gahyeon with an attachment and you open it to see a picture of yourself. she starts to text about how cute you were and thanks whoever she meant to text for leaving us alone. this prompt you to call her.

“hello?”

“hi! you should be more careful about who you’re texting. you might be sending the wrong person messaging that meant for someone else.” you say giggling. there is a radio silence on the other side and soon after there’s a sigh.

“look-” she starts and you cut her off.

“i happen to think you’re also very cute and i owe my friends my life for canceling on us too!”

[winryofresembool]

Love Can Melt the Ice, ch 23 (the Grande Finale)

Summary: I think the title says it all ^ it’s time for the goodbyes ;___;

A/N: This is it. The final chapter before the epilogue. I can’t believe we have finally gotten here. I’ve had a bit of a skitty day but at least I finally managed to finish this so I’m very happy about that. Please, please, review because now that we are at the end, I really want to hear your opinions. I guess that’s all for now. I’m probably gonna repeat this once it’s time for the epilogue, but thank you to everyone who has supported me and this fic through this long journey! Without the lovely comments, I wouldn’t have been motivated to continue. Oh, and special thanks to the amazing @roboticrainboots for the amazing art ♥ 

Now, get ready for a monster chapter (I will post this on ao3 tomorrow!). But make sure to read A Letter to Winry before that if you haven’t, because it has a role in this chapter.

Previous chapters:  1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5.5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 pt 1, pt 2, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22

Next chapter: coming

Companion pieces (note: these are all post Olympics happenings so reading the main fic first is recommended): 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Words: 5700+ (yup.)

Genre: mostly floof.

Warnings: there is one scene where things get p close to M-rated but... there’s nothing explicit imo...

Most of Ed’s team plus Winry and Gracia gathered together to watch team Amestris’ ladies play for bronze. Winry was wearing her green jersey again, earning a cheek kiss from Ed, even though he refused to tell her what the kiss was for. Alphonse, who was sitting next to them, just giggled at his brother’s behavior before turning his attention back to the ice.

The first two periods of the game were even, with team Amestris tied 1 – 1 with team Drachma at the end of the first 40 minutes. Apparently, coach Olivier Armstrong managed to encourage her team in just the right way during the intermission, though, because in the third period the audience got to see a whole new team Amestris.

“Is it just me, or do they look like they’re almost ready to kill?” Winry asked when Rebecca Catalina gave a Drachman forward a particularly powerful tackle. A few moments later, Riza Hawkeye shot the puck from a spot she had never failed to score from, and the Amestrisian side of the audience got a reason to get loud.

“She’s better at that than I am,” Roy gawped at his long time “friend” who coolly fistbumped her teammates after the goal.

“That doesn’t really mean a lot, though, Mustang,” Ed remarked and made everyone laugh. “Isn’t your shooting percentage like… 0,05?”

“Funny how you remember stats like that… but you don’t remember how much I’ve sat in the penalty box because I’ve had to defend you.”

“Now now, everyone cool down a bit!” Hughes yelled over the roaring audience. “Ross is on a breakaway!”

And she was. She had managed to outspeed two Drachmans and was just about to get face to face with the goalie, when someone tripped her. A penalty shot was called, and Maria Ross used the opportunity to her advantage, making the situation 3-1.

“You guys could learn a lot from them,” Gracia teased, and the men around her couldn’t help but agree.

At some point Ed and Winry started wondering why Al was being so quiet, but when they turned to look towards him, they noticed Mei had finally arrived. She and Al were throwing disgustingly sappy looks at each other, something that Ed would probably call “eye sex” when Al wasn’t hearing.

Riza scored one more goal (from the corner of his eye Ed could see Roy’s badly hidden excitement), and team Amestris ended up winning the bronze medal with a 4-1 game. As they got their medals, no one on the ice looked prouder than Olivier Armstrong, and Ed guessed she would soon start sending smug messages from their celebrations to Roy. They had a weird rivalry going on, having known each other since they were kids. Ever since having to finish her playing career early because of an injury, Olivier had acted bitterly towards Roy and used every opportunity she could to brag him about her coaching achievements.

Roy didn’t care about Olivier’s expressions, though, because his and Riza’s eyes met and his expression turned softer than Ed ever remembered seeing.

“Could you be any more obvious?” Ed asked with annoyance, but then a familiar arm wrapped around his, making Ed forget all about the googly eyes around him.

…

Ed tried to talk himself out of the ending ceremony of the Olympics, because having played only one game and having to walk on the crutches, he thought he would feel out of place there. However, his teammates kept insisting, and when the goalie Armstrong offered to carry him on his back at the stadium, he knew he was fighting a lost battle.

Since it was a known fact that these were Gracia’s last Olympics, she got the honor of carrying the flag of Amestris as one of the most successful figure skaters the country had had so far. Her fiancé was next to her the whole time, gesturing towards her every time a camera went past. Winry, who also walked near her, glanced at Ed on Alex Louis Armstrong’s shoulders every once in a while. He looked a bit embarrassed but was still smiling and waving at the audience just like everyone else in their group. Winry knew he was actually happy to be able to participate and grinned at him when she noticed he was watching her.

A bit later, they were sitting in the stands next to each other, and when the fire on the giant torch went out, and the final fireworks formed colorful shapes above, Ed said: “Can’t believe it’s over.”

“Yeah,” Winry agreed. “But let’s not be sad that it’s over, let’s be happy it happened, right?”

“Sounds good to me.” Ed looked briefly down and saw Winry rubbing the knuckles of his real hand through the glove. Something warm that he couldn’t describe started bubbling in his stomach, making him happy he was there in that moment.

…

”Hey, granny!” Winry answered her phone at the airport. It was a day after the ending ceremony, and everyone had packed their things and left the hotel after the breakfast to start their trip back home.

”Hey, dear.” Pinako Rockbell greeted her granddaughter. “Are you on your way home yet?”

“We just arrived at the airport. Uh, that’s sort of why I’m calling.”

“Oh.”

“You see…” Winry started a bit hesitantly, “we get back to Central City quite late and there aren’t any trains leaving to Rush Valley until tomorrow…”

“And? Are you going to stay at the hotel for the night?” Pinako asked.

“Actually… I was going to stay at Ed’s place. If that’s OK with you.”

Pinako had to admit she still saw Winry as her little girl, but it was a fact that she was already 18 and way smarter than Pinako had been at Winry’s age. So in a way, it would be hypocritical of her to deny her this.

“Ed’s? So, are you two a couple now?” Pinako asked curiously.

“Yeah, I guess so.” Winry still blushed when she stopped to consider the fact that she really had a boyfriend now.

“Oh. I hope that runt is treating you well,” Pinako stated coolly.

“He is! I mean, he’s nothing but respectful…” Winry reassured her.

“Good. Well, you are an adult now so you have to make your own decisions. But remember to be careful. And use protection!”

Winry’s eyes widened. “Granny! Just because I’m staying a night there doesn’t mean… ugh… Sleeping is all we are planning to do. He’s recovering from a pretty bad injury.”

“I believe you,” Pinako said. Winry thought she could hear a bit of laughter in her voice. “Somehow, I still have a feeling that’s not the only reason why you are calling. You wouldn’t listen to your old granny even if I had said no. So, what’s on your mind?”

“Granny… I think I’ve made my decision about the next step in my career. But I want to hear your opinion before telling anyone else…”

“Go ahead, tell me.”

The two women spent a good while chatting about Winry’s plans before finishing the call. When Winry joined the others in the waiting area, Ed asked what Pinako had said.

“She called you a runt,” Winry snickered, loving to tease her boyfriend.

“She what?!” Ed looked mortified.

“Oh relax.” Winry waved it off. “She didn’t mean it like that. In fact, I think she approves of us. At least she allows me to stay with you.”

“Why wouldn’t she? It’s not like we…” Ed stammered.

“I know, Ed.” Winry sighed. “Anyway, I’m quite excited to see where you live. Although… I bet you don’t remember to clean and have sweaty clothes all over the floor.”

“Oh? I’ll prove you wrong then.” Ed smiled at his girlfriend mischievously and grabbed her from her shoulder, so she had to face him. Before he could pull her closer, though, Winry stopped him.

“Ed… There are cameras everywhere. Are you sure you want to do this?”

He looked around quickly, noticing that she was right. Clearly their group drew a lot of attention, with two Olympic figure skater medalists and two well known hockey player siblings in it. Sighing, he admitted: “Fine. Let’s save it for later.”

“Looking forward to it,” Winry ruffled his hair and turned her head to see what Al and Mei were doing. Clearly, they didn’t have any problems showing public display of affection. It looked like they had known each other much longer than the 5 days they had actually spent together. Mei was hugging Al tightly, and it wasn’t until then that it properly hit Winry that once Mei would leave to her own flight, they probably wouldn’t see each other in months. She and Ed had it easy compared to those two; at least they lived in the same country.

“So, how is it going with you two?” Ed asked when Al returned from the gate behind which Mei had disappeared. “Plans to move to Xing yet?”

“C’mon, brother, we haven’t known each other that long yet. I did promise to visit her in the summer, though. It’s not that far anymore… After that, who knows. She is from a wealthy family that is expecting her to make a name for herself… it’s not that simple for her to move to Amestris. Not that I’ve seriously considered asking her that yet,” Al blushed slightly. “It’s way too early. But I guess the summer will tell a lot…”

“I can’t wait to see dad’s expression when you just one day announce you’re going to move to Xing,” Ed teased. “Make sure to tell him when I’m there too.”

“Don’t be mean, brother. It might bite you back one day.”

“Har har. Anyway, we should go,” Ed nodded towards the gate where people had already started gathering to show their passports and tickets.

 …

“So, this is where you live?”

“Yup.”

Winry looked around with mild surprise. She didn’t know what she had expected. A mansion? A penthouse in one of the most expensive apartment buildings in Central? Wasn’t that what most rich hockey players bought? She wasn’t stupid, she knew Ed’s salary had at least one 0 more than hers, because unfortunately female athletes still didn’t receive the appreciation they deserved. But when she stepped into Ed’s apartment, it was almost like she had come back to Resembool (if you ignored the view from the window); it was surprisingly modest, with only the “necessary” furniture such as a small wooden dinner table with a couple of matching chairs and a black leather couch for two in front of a TV and a video game set. The bed in the bedroom was thankfully big enough for two to sleep, Winry noted happily. The cover on it wasn’t the most charming, though; it was black and had skulls printed on it.

“Where have you gotten that from?” Winry pointed at it, looking quite amused.

“Do I sense a Judgey McJudge raising her head?” Ed set his hands on his hips and tilted his head a bit. “Anyway, I think I got it when I first moved away from home but it’s been a few years so I don’t remember which store it was anymore. Why? Do you want to buy one too?”

“Nah, just wondering which store I should bribe to never sell anything to you again.” Winry retorted and stuck her tongue out.

“Is this it?” Ed pretended to be shocked. “Our first real fight as a couple, over my bed covers? I guess it was fun while it lasted.”

Winry pushed his shoulder lightly. “You’re such a big baby. Keep that thing if you want, but please let me bring my own pillowcase and duvet cover here so I won’t have to see nightmares.”

“Y-you’re already considering bringing your stuff here?” Ed asked, this time actually surprised.

“We agreed to be a couple, didn’t we?” Winry asked pointedly. “Couples visit each other sometimes. So yeah, I’m just meaning my visits. I’m not planning to move here any time soon. I have my career and friends in Rush Valley.”

“Right. Of course. Sorry.”

“You don’t have to be.” Winry softened, covering his cheek with her warm hand. “I know you don’t just magically get over your fear of commitment even if we did agree to do this. I… should also be better at remembering to not push it.”

“You’re pretty wonderful,” Ed gave her a gentle smile, very different from his usual one that went from ear to ear and often implied mischief.

“Thanks. I’m trying my best,” Winry said happily and continued taking in the rest of Ed’s apartment.

“I have to say, I’m surprised it’s this clean here. I expected a huge mess. You know, based on your hotel room and stuff.”

“Nah, it’s only because Al was staying here before the Olympics. Don’t get too used to this.”

“I’ll try to remember to thank him the next time we see him,” Winry noted. “Hey, is it OK if I use the shower? I’m feeling quite gross after that flight.”

“Yeah, go ahead. There are clean towels in that closet there if you need any.” Ed showed her the right door.

“Thanks,” Winry said before leaving her stuff in Ed’s room, grapping a towel and disappearing from his view.

Ed remembered the similar situation from a good week ago, when he and Winry had shared their first night together. Back then his thoughts had immediately gone to the dirty track, and he had secretly wished his leg wasn’t in a cast. But something had changed in such a short time. He understood now that what he felt towards Winry wasn’t purely physical attraction anymore. He respected her, admired her skills and personality and wanted her to be happy. Preferably with him, of course.

So while he still blushed fiercely at the thought of his naked girlfriend in the shower, he could focus on the more respectable details: the content smile on her face as the warm water eased the stiffness of her muscles after a long flight, the way she hummed happily one of her favorite songs while she rinsed off the soap (not that he’d admit ever hearing her humming).

Ed started taking in his surroundings, and something caught his eyes: a picture of his family, all together before his mother had fallen ill. For a long while Ed had hated that picture because it reminded him of what he could never have, what he so deeply wanted; a full family. But suddenly his parents’ looks towards each other caught his attention; their smiles told him they must have loved each other a lot. Briefly, he wondered if he and Winry could achieve that…

Love was something Ed understood only vaguely. Apparently, when you’re in love, your brain produces certain chemicals that makes you act like an idiot (or that’s what it sounded like in Ed’s opinion). Thinking back to his recent behavior, he certainly had acted quite weirdly (even more than usual, Al’s voice said in his head). He was blushing and stuttering and sometimes even sweating for no good reason, and he wanted to do things he had never wanted to do before (simply kissing had felt a bit absurd in his head). In Ed’s opinion, it was against all the chemistry rules he had learned so far. How could simply being with another person make your brain go drugged? But now that he was falling into that “trap”, he supposed not every reaction had to make sense. If being with Winry made him feel this happy, then to hell with equivalent exchange.

Was he ready to use the big and scary L-word yet? He was worried he would freak out both her and himself if he said it out loud (after all, it had only been 3 weeks since they were reunited), but he wished his actions were clear enough that she knew how he felt even without saying it. Winry had already been honest about her feelings and he felt he owed her for it…  

Suddenly Ed remembered his letter. After Winry had asked for the break before her competition, Ed had decided to write down some of his thoughts to clear his mind, and wrote a letter for Winry that he however had never intended to give her. But with them leaving to their separate ways tomorrow, he thought that maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all. He hopped to his suitcase that was yet to be unpacked and found the slightly worn piece of paper from one of its pockets. He added a couple of lines at the end of the letter before he heard the shower turning off, making him push the paper into his pocket. Soon Winry stepped out with only a towel around her, a smaller one around her wet hair. She sneaked behind Ed and wrapped her arms around his torso before leaning her head against his shoulder blade.

“That felt nice,” she mumbled. “You should probably take a shower too, though… You smell like sweat.” She let go of Ed and started drying her hair with the towel.

“Hey, it’s just my masculine scent!” Ed tried to protest but pulled his bandage protector and a folding shower chair that he had gotten from Drachma from his luggage and focused on getting the protector on. When he got up, he noticed Winry was sporting a silk robe she had gotten from Xing, only underwear under it. He may he already seen her nearly naked, but that didn’t stop his mouth from going dry as the robe didn’t really leave too much room for his imagination.

“You’re staring,” Winry pointed out suddenly, not knowing how she should react to the fact that her form seemed to cause quite some interest in her partner.

“Can you blame me? You are hot as… OK, let me rephrase that: I am one lucky bastard to have a girlfriend like you.”

“You hockey players are so cheesy,” Winry said as she ran a finger on his cheek briefly. From her expression, though, Ed read that she was actually quite pleased by the compliment.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’mma take that shower now.”  He hopped into the bathroom with the chair in his hand.

Once he came out clean and refreshed some minutes later, he found Winry watching the picture of his family curiously.

“Why are you looking at it?” he asked.

“I’m just… trying to remember what it was like when we both still lived in Resembool,” Winry answered dreamily. “Do I remember correctly that you used to walk with stilts a lot? Because I was nagging about you being shorter than me.”

“I was not shorter than you!” Ed protested immediately.

“You were too!”

“Was not!”

“OK, let’s finish this before it stops being fun. I also remember your mum baking a lot of delicious pies, and my favorite part of hanging out at your house was always when she called us to get inside to taste them.”

“Yeah… it was nice,” Ed admitted, although there was a hint of sadness in his voice.

Winry sensed the change in his energy right away. “I’m sorry, you probably don’t want to talk about… I mean, it must be super painful to you… I should know.”

“Yeah. Don’t worry about it. I’m sorry because I sometimes forget how much you have gone through too because you are so positive and helpful and energetic most of the time.”

“I… I don’t know how I do it sometimes. Maybe I’ve gotten good at putting on a smile even when I hurt. But I’m lucky to have such supportive people around me. It’s you guys who keep me going.”

She turned embrace him and placed a soft kiss on his jaw. Ed’s face heated again when he felt the silk against his bare skin and remembered she was wearing very little under it. He had to take the situation in control before something else would happen, so he broke the hug and tried to change the topic.

“So… Would you like to see more photos? I have some from our old house. Haven’t really looked at them since we moved out, but… who knows? Maybe you are in some of them too?”

“Are you OK with that, though?” Winry asked, trying to read his expression. What if the photos triggered some bad memories in him?

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. Maybe it’s time for me to face the past…”

“In that case, we can do it,” Winry accepted and soon Ed pulled a photo album from one of the drawers.

They sat down on the couch and started flipping through the pages. On one of the first pages, there was a picture from Ed’s fourth birthday party, and Ed recognized a familiar blonde-haired girl among the guests.

“That’s you! I can’t believe I didn’t remember…”

“You didn’t remember me when we first met at the Olympics, right? Well, we were really small back then…”

“True… Woah, look at this! Did you… did you just throw that piece of cake on my face? What did I do to deserve that?” Ed asked, faking offended.

“You were probably the same brat as usual…” Winry said with amusement. “We had played the donkey’s tail game and you were bragging because you managed to get the tail closest to its rightful spot… because you peeked. I couldn’t accept that.”

“Sounds like something I would do,” Ed laughed and turned the page. Suddenly he exhaled sharply, and Winry didn’t have to look at the photo too long to understand why. In it, Ed was around 15 years old, and he was smiling widely at a little girl playing with her big white dog. Winry guessed Al must have taken that pic when visiting Ed, because she doubted Ed would have saved anything that Tucker took.

“That’s her, right?” Winry asked, and instinctively took Ed’s hand into hers, to comfort him.

“Yeah, she is…”

“If you want to… I would like to know more about her. Some happy memories?” Winry thought that maybe remembering the happy times could help Ed to get over the guilt he still seemed to carry.

“Well…” Ed seemed to consider it for a moment. “When it was her 4th birthday, her biggest wish was to get a birthday cake. With a bastard father like that, and mother gone, it was no wonder she hadn’t ever gotten to eat birthday cake before that. Since I had no games that day, I had plenty of time in my hands and decided to make her wish come true. Yeah, you probably guessed right that I hadn’t ever baked before that. But I decided to take it like a chemical experiment, and weirdly enough, it became edible. When Nina saw the cake, her expression… it was the happiest I had ever seen on her face. She came to me, hugged me and said: “Thank you, big brother.” It was the first time she called me that. This picture was taken that day, Al came to help us eat the cake too and he had a camera with him. I didn’t expect that picture to… I mean, Al must have put it there.” He continued to stare at the living room wall with a blank expression.

“That was very sweet of you. You look happy in that photo,” Winry noted calmly to drag Ed from his thoughts. “You must have really cared about her a lot…”

“Yeah… Ugh, dammit!” He slammed his fist on the couch suddenly. “Even now when I see this… it makes me so fucking angry… It makes me wish there was something I could do, but…”

“Hey, what if I told you maybe there IS something you can do for her?” Ed threw Winry a suspicious look, so she continued: “I mean, I know they both are long gone, but… I’ve been thinking… we can still help to prevent other kids from suffering the same kind of fate.”

“How?” Ed asked curiously.

“Well, I was thinking of giving some of my prize money to this organization that helps kids of abusive parents… They search for kids who might be in need of help, offer therapy and just talking company, a safe place to be… and so on… What do you think?”

“I think that sounds amazing… So, can I ask you how much exactly you are planning to give away?”

“Well…” she blushed. “Most of it… I mean, it’s not like I need…”

That was all she managed to say before he crashed his lips against hers. This kiss was more passionate than any of the ones they had shared before that, stirring a brand-new feeling inside them. At some point the album fell on the floor because the couple’s attention was elsewhere. They leaned against the arm of the couch, Winry sitting between Ed’s legs trying to avoid touching the cast, her upper body pressed against his. As Ed deepened the kiss, his hands started traveling on her robe, going from the waist towards her chest. Before reaching her breasts, he stopped to meet her gaze.

“Yes, Ed, you can touch them,” Winry confirmed even though Ed hadn’t voiced the question. She raised herself from her spot to give him a better access.

At first he just felt them through the fabric, but the small gasp Winry made encouraged him to inch his fingers under the garment. He seemed a little too proud of himself when he noticed how much Winry seemed to enjoy the automail hand, but suddenly he stopped and put his hands down.

“Not this chivalry again,” Winry sighed. “Do you trust me?”

“I do.”

“Then how about you let me take the charge? We don’t have to go all the way, but a little exploration won’t hurt, right?”

The eagerness from before returned to Ed’s face. “You’re right.”

Winry stood up from the couch and offered her hand to him. “Should we go to continue in your bedroom? This couch is kinda small and uncomfy…”

Ed agreed, letting her help him up. She gave him his crutches, and he hopped into the bedroom after her.

They didn’t sleep for quite a while.

…

The next day, Winry, Ed, Paninya and Rosé all gathered to the Central Station, where the train to Rush Valley was waiting for the figure skaters. Ed was planning to travel to Resembool once he had gotten his leg rechecked at the Central hospital. Paninya and Rosé were already looking forward to the next Grand Prix that would be held in North City, Amestris in a few weeks and they wondered if Garfiel would give them any time to recover from the jet lag before they would be forced to return to the ice. Winry just shook her head at their attitude; while she admitted she was pretty tired too (the reason for which was probably something entirely different than jet lag, though. She blushed as remembered what had happened last night. They hadn’t gone “all the way”, but their physical relationship had still taken a step forward), she was also excited to return back to the regular life, with the familiar people and tasks around her.

Suddenly, she felt Ed tap a finger against her arm and saw him nod to the side, trying to tell her he wanted to say something without the others listening.

However, the words seemed to have a hard time coming out. Ed just stared at his feet for a long while, so Winry finally decided to break the silence:

“I know I’m not your mechanic yet but remember to take care of your arm! It frustrates me to no end when people don’t…”

“Automail geek… just listen to what I have to say, OK?”

“Ugh, Ed, I’m listening the whole time, it’s you who doesn’t say what’s on your mind…”

Ed shifted in his spot uncomfortably. “You’re not making this easy, are you?”

“When have I ever done that?” Winry asked sarcastically.

“I wrote you a letter,” Ed pushed an envelope into her hand, ignoring her question. “I didn’t know if I should give it to you or not, but… I think it might open my mindset during… this all… a bit. I wrote it before your competition. But I also added something new into it.”

“Oh… thank you…” Winry started opening the letter, but Ed stopped her.

“No, not now. On the train. Or whenever you have a peaceful moment.” Ed glanced at Winry’s two friends briefly. They had started gossiping about Garfiel’s new boyfriend and if Ed had to guess, that chatting wouldn’t end in quite a while.

“OK. Will do.” Winry put the letter into her bag , wondering what exactly Ed told in that letter that he couldn’t say aloud…

It was quiet again for a while. Suddenly Winry realized she hadn’t told Ed about her plan yet.

“You know, I’ve been thinking.”

“Hmm?”

“My parents, they always put helping other people ahead of anything else. I want to do the same. That’s why I’m thinking I’m taking sort of a break from figure skating once this season is finished.”

“What? But I thought you love skating?” Ed asked with disbelief.

“I do!”

“What about all those people who come to see figure skating shows because they want to see you?”

“Just because I want to have a break from competing, doesn’t mean I’ll completely stop skating,” Winry pointed out. “No, I’ll still make sure to stay fit, and if someone asks me to take part in their exhibition, I might do it if it fits my schedule. There’s also a good chance I will continue competing after that year is over, only time will tell. But after hearing your story, I feel I want to do something more than just performing. I want to learn to make the best automail there is, to help the people who need them to smile again. Besides… Since I won’t have to travel that much… Maybe I can visit Central City more often.”

“I won’t complain about that.” Ed grinned.

“So… what do you think of my plan?” Winry asked cautiously.

“I think if that’s what you want to do, then I think it’s great!” Ed reassured her.

“Thank you.” Winry gave him a relieved smile.

“Now that we are on the topic… I have some plans too.” Ed noted suddenly.

“Oh? Tell me more.”

Ed started explaining his plan, and Winry had to brush a few tears away when she understood what the plan meant for him.

“So… will you be a part of it?” Ed asked finally.

“Gladly,” she answered before burying her face into his collar, smelling the earthy scent that she would sure miss while they were apart from each other.

It was so comfortable in that spot that Winry didn’t want to move for a while, until she heard Paninya and Rosé talking about the train leaving soon. She disentangled herself from Ed and took a few steps back so she could look at him in the eyes.

“I guess this is it…”

“I guess so…”

“Uh… you know… I had an amazing time at the Olympics… lots of it thanks to you… I know your tournament was a…”

“Disaster,” Ed helped. “No need to deny it.”

“But I selfishly hope I managed to make you feel a bit better.”

“You did. More than you know. And you taught me something important. I explain it in that letter.”

“Ok,” Winry said quietly, on the verge of tears again. “I’ll… I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too. But hey, didn’t someone say phones exist? I think I managed to figure out how to use it… Maybe.” Ed gave her a crooked grin, trying to comfort her.

“Idiot.”

That was all that was said before Winry closed the space between them again and pressed a soft kiss on his lips. It was entirely different from the kiss the previous night, which had been needy and passionate. Instead, with the kiss she was trying to tell him how happy she was to have met him. With the way he reciprocated, she realized he was probably trying to tell her the same thing. When she tried to pull away, he grabbed her arm, making her stop in her spot.

“Thanks. For everything. Let’s not say goodbye, let’s say ‘I’ll see you soon’ instead.”

“That does sound better,” Winry agreed and started fiddling with her bag to find her wallet. When she finally found it, she let out a small yelp.

“What’s wrong?” Ed asked.

“I think… I think I forgot to get cash before coming here… I was so sure I had some… How will I get my ticket now? They only accept cash…”

“I may have some…” Ed said slyly as he withdrew his wallet from his pocket. “But you will have to pay me back one day. Actually, I’m gonna make you buy me a ticket to Rush Valley at some point.”

“Huh?” Winry stared at him with confusion for a moment before she realized it was his way to promise her he’d visit her soon enough. “Oh! Right. You and your equivalent exchange…” she pretended to be annoyed as she accepted the money, even though she was happy to buy him that ticket. “Thank you. I really need to go now, though, so… see you soon.” She gave him one last kiss on his cheek before climbing into the train and turning to wave at him.

“See you!”

Ed was already about to leave the platform when he saw Winry looking at him from the window, and some weird urge made him yell: “Don’t you forget that promise! And read that letter!”

Winry just waved at him until the train started moving, and soon she didn’t see him again. She pulled the piece of paper from her bag and started reading.

“… I could continue longer, but Al is waiting, so I should stop writing. Just know that somehow, you have managed to break my shell even though I’ve tried to rebuild it so hard. But I’m not gonna do that anymore. It’s still too early, and besides, you need to focus on your competition, but one day, I hope I’ll be able to be brave enough to tell you this: I’m falling for you too.

Edited 23.3.: I realized I never said those words back to you, so here we go. You deserve them. And more.

To quote Mr. Magpie: “It’s funny how sometimes you have to fly away, so you can find your real home.” I think you know what I mean there.”

Winry pulled her phone from her bag quickly, and typed:

“I do know.

♥”

A/N: Here we are! What is Ed’s plan though? Find out in the epilogue!

[beowulfs-booty-call]

What’s it like dating me, a list and then some:

“You can feel the air grow chilled as you stepped into the clearing, the forest was filled to the brim with stars, so it seemed, and the cawing of the crows left you wondering just where exactly did you--” “This is a werewolf story isn’t it.” “No... Yes... I need practice, alright?”

Did you know Flannel is a great way to show that you are pro lumberjack but also that you are enforcing your woodland dominance?

Suspenders have never gone out of style, just the clothes you put them over on!

Cuddling and physical affection is something you don’t have to ask for

I will unconsciously and psychically know what you’re doing or call out things that happen. Don’t ask about it. Call it pack mentality (?) I just “know you well”.

I cannot by legal terms, answer the question “Who’s a good boy.” I am under pretense to wait to know the answer because I will unfortunately list too many people as the candidates.

Hair. Lots and lots of floof to comb and comb through with your fingers

Is that a full moon? Or are those squats working overtime?

Wolf propaganda

“I for one feel it is necessary for wolves to eat the rich and--”

Forest hikes

Chai lattes? Tea at 3 am? Lots of penning and small talk together? Set.

“Rutting season comes in August and December, changes every other year to a different month, usually through-”  “How do you know?” “Everyone gets horny. Some months more than others.”

Writing with clicking, clacking finger nails

Body hair out of control

Balls are not to be taken unless they are yours or someone throws them

You cannot physically catch balls. Unnecessary.

Gnashing teeth is not considered healthy. Unclenching them is self care

Body language includes: Head tilt, flopping on your back, constantly shifting, changing poses in bed until perfectly comfy™, and so on.

When changed, loosening shoulders and sitting up straight works wonders after a long night.

“Your main role? Tank. You will hold everyone in your arms if you must. It is your DESTINY.”

“I can lift 20 malamutes bro, get on my level.”

Dogs can smell your aura a mile away and will easily know my scent if I'm with you. Otherwise all dogs are our friends. Save for Johnny down the block, he said some nasty stuff about our geraniums.

Cats are fine but be prepared to have them know who I am in about a day or two. Many times I worship the ground they walk on or simply give them space. We are surprisingly diplomatic on the situations.

The saying “Be careful who you call ugly in high school” really does have weight, but, not in the way you might think.

Being a werewol

Being a hooman is all about understanding others in the world around you. This means being able to build boundaries and do things in a diplomatic fashion such as: Playing sports and 3 am tag with friends and family

Having the whole family visit time to time to let off some steam and enjoy the finer things in life

Watching your rascally cousins and nephews and nieces and keeping them busy

Cooking various meats in interesting fashions!

Hunting for those who can’t! Fishing is great too!

“Oh I’m not worried about the night, the night’s afraid of me.”

Howling is a forte and a gift to all with vocal chords, try it! You’ll like it!

I swear I’ve met this guy, Derek? Likes to be in charge all the time, but really nice when you get to know ‘em? He shows up sometimes on my forest hikes.

Religious Pokemon go usage is totally fine, in fact, encouraged on hikes! I’m already level 32 and making my way through all the places I can get! Hey, does anyone wanna trade...? I’ve got my Arcanine ready to go!

Denny’s is like the best place to go to after a hike with the gang, Ihop included but honestly? Who’s gonna chow down at Ihop after the whole Ihob debacle. We hang out on the back while Jerry gets us some free food.

You can probably see my eyes twinkle whenever you come around, it’s almost like... the day just brightens up hearing from you!

“What do you mean you can’t make-- Oh, I see, family emergency... Well I suppose we will just have to reschedule then, next week? Yes?” is a common occurrence for reasons not disclosed.

Full moon app is always on and at the time of writing this, it is now a waning crescent. The next full moon is--

“Werewolf... Prince? Sorry, that... doesn’t seem like me.” (You can very well see on his face, he’s blushing. He can barely answer you a yes or no.)

This was meant to be a werewolf propaganda post and I’d have some tongue in cheek writing style that goes from “Oh, well that seems to cute” to “Oh yeah, definite werewolf writing this.” but whoops, I really did that but no cutesy style other than confirming my status.

[demonicpiano]

Weird Voltron-Centered Dream

 Dream Log 1/??? (depending how many dreams I have and remember): 9/6/18

 My family was in the car for a trip to Hersey Park. Never been to Hersey Park before in real life. My Mom, sister, grandmother and I were in the vehicle. The journey started to look like the way to a haunt attraction a few hours from where I live. Hm. Made it to a water park, walked down this stone bridge path, excited to start in the water park because it was late when we got there and it would close first.

 I joked that it was so late that we wouldn't have time for anything, so we minus well turn around. My mom and nan turned around and started to walk back to the car, doing just that. We wound up at a house that was a youth lodge instead of a camp ground or hotel room.

 Things started to get Voltron-y when my mom, nan, sister disappeared from the picture and the characters from the show were running around. Actually, when my POV first focused on them, they were sleeping in their separate rooms, besides of course, Keith and Lance, who were sharing a bed but sleeping back to back. Lance had headphones in his sleep. Someone was watching them through the window above the bed.

 Allura had a huge bed to herself, her white hair spread all over the blankets as she slept peacefully.

 Missing characters: Lotor (probably in the void), Coran??

 When they all started to wake up, still going for Hershey Park, Keith got kidnapped and dragged into this field with a tree from these guys in black suits and sunglasses. There was one room in the dying grass where Jack, from Supernatural’s later seasons, was sitting by a interrogation style metal desk and chair, eating a Milky Way. Keith was confused to who he was, and Jack said he was Jimmy Novak's son, despite Keith not knowing who that was.

[Please note at this time, I only watched until the end of season 10 of Supernatural. I only know who Jack is from various posts and pictures.]

 Keith angrily demanded who everyone was, but Jack just kept repeating, "Nougat. I love Nougat."

 Somehow, he made it back to the youth house, but not the same. Dun dun dun. Meanwhile I found myself on the ground floor, and I saw a really fat gray and white cat, but she had gross boogers coming from her eyes. She must have been sick. A woman that I didn't recognize entered the house, and she said she reads palms for a living. I started to head back upstairs, but then I asked if she could read my palm. She got one look at it, traced over hard bumps on my palm, and said I have calluses.

 I asked her what that meant, and she just said I was a good worker.

 Nobody really noticed Keith was gone, besides Lance, who kept asking, "Keith, where are you, buddy?" and Axca, who kept running around the outside of the house, peering in the windows and tapping on the glass for Keith and smiling. Ezra/Ezor/whatsherface found her and started chasing her with murderous intent, and then they caught me also staring into one of the basement windows. Ezor then started to chase me instead, but I turned into a cat and fled. Axca used this opportunity to sneak away, but then I had no idea where the both of them vanished.

 Missing characters: Zethrid, Narti (RIP).

 Back inside, all the kids (besides Keith) were talking, and Hunk was sitting on the dining table, worrying about Pidge, and then everyone was encouraging them to hug, which they did (Pidge was so smol), and everyone cheered. The whole bus clapped. Everything was honky dory.

 Except Keith came back, and well, what do you know, Lance turned around and found him creeping around the corner watching everybody, and went into a different room to sit down and ask him what was wrong.

 Keith told him he wasn't feeling right, that he think something happened to him, mentioning something about feeling like Shiro when he got kidnapped. Bruh.

Unrelated note- Dream Shiro still had a floof of white hair with the rest being black, and his old robot arm despite apparently being after the events of everyone knowing he was a clone. Damn those subconscious continuity errors.

 Anyway, Lance leans over and hugs Keith, resting his head on his shoulder and tapping his back, 'Everything's going to be okay, buddy.' He kept calling Keith 'buddy.'

 I started to wake up at this time, needing to go to the bathroom, and that's all to it. Weird.