#ss this from a reel forever ago

[akechi-if-he-slayed]

this too is staig

[pinkhairedlily]

Freedom

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Some confused drabble on Gundam Seed crossover with SS, referencing the scene where Lacus Clyne saved Kira Yamato from his fight with Athrun Zala. Technical notes at the end of the post!

The clanging of metals, the smell of burning wires, the endless beeping of the monitor, and the sickening slash of Justice’s sword through his cockpit. He remembered being exposed to the open air, hearing the waves of a nearby ocean, and seeing Naruto’s face in a Zaft uniform – his face constricted in extreme anger and hatred. He thought this was what he deserved for killing Hyuuga Neji, but he was caught in a crossfire and war was a matter of survival.

Then there was the explosion.

No matter which way one saw it, he should have been dead. Naruto’s Justice detonated after the blonde ejected out of safety. His stomach was bleeding out from a debris when they clashed into one of the PLANT’s areas. He should have been dead, but instead, he woke up to the gentle singing of a familiar voice.

Sakura Haruno, the famed icon and face of PLANT and the only child of the leader of Haruno Faction which was the primary peacekeeping force and bridge between the Zaft Forces and Earth Alliance. Long pink, wavy hair framed the sides of his face and tickled the bandages on his skin while striking green eyes try to follow the movement of his pupils. Some months ago, he rescued her while she drifted in space inside an escape pod, her escort having been mistakenly struck by Earth Alliance as an offensive party. Some months ago, he amicably returned her safely to her fiancé, Naruto, in a covert operation. Some months ago, he met her and got to know her kindness. And now, he was bound to receive it again.

“Sasuke? Can you hear me?” Her hands gently brushed the fringes away from his face. How long has he been out? Somewhere, he heard the waves go up against the same shore. “You can sleep, if you want. Sleep for as long as you want. I’ll be here.”

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What was this place? It seemed devoid of war – pristine shores, blue sea, the quiet rustling of palm leaves, the warm sunshine. So far off from the neutral colony he grew up in – of the sudden attack and open fire from the skies, so far off from the open space where galaxy belts have been littered with gundam debris and frozen bodies.

She found him on the edge of the ocean, the waves lapping his wrinkled bare toes. He has been here for hours. She made her way to his side, followed by a small pink circular shape hopping across the sand.

“Haro! Haro! Haro!” The robot cried out after its owner; Sakura spun around and caught Naruto’s creation between her hands, nuzzling it as if it was her pet.

Sasuke hesitated for a while – she was a Coordinator after all, conceived with the most superior genes, and he was too, he was but he hated their kind all the same. The same kind who saw themselves far above the Naturals to the extent that they would wage war and kill.

“How tiring, isn’t it?” Sakura suddenly asked out of the blue, her green eyes arresting him in all their sincerity. “The senseless fighting when there is good in everyone.”

“That’s not true,” he rebutted…which was stupid because he hadn’t thanked her yet for saving him.

“Naruto is a good person even when you were kids, isn’t that right?” The circular robot was wriggling in her hands and she let it go, only for it to almost fall to the water and to its electrifying death if not for Sasuke’s quick hands.

“You also have some good in you,” she said with a smile. She took the fussy robot from his hands and went back to their family mansion.

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Sasuke found himself drifting in and out of his own consciousness; he would always fall into a daydream, the collage of the civilian ship ejecting from their mother ship and getting struck by a missile keep replaying in front of him. Screams would often escape him, even during daylight, but the touch of her hands steadied him, and her green eyes would reel him back to safe ground.

He would allow himself to lean further into her skin, liking the warmth a little too much, but torn all the same. She was his childhood friend’s fiancé, and he stole too many precious people away from him already.

It was effective, the way she led him in walks along the shore, her hand in his, and haro following closely behind, filling in the gaps of silences with his automated voice. When the robot finally stopped chirping to recharge, she would let go of his hand and hum a random song. He might have heard it before, in a far away moment and now unfamiliar moment of peace, when he was still a student and led a normal life.

“I killed Neji,” he blurted out, unaware of the consequences, but possibly to rile her up, to make her angry at him, to make it easier to go away.

Sakura brought her loose strands to the side of her shoulder, braiding the length of it while averting her gaze from him. “When I was fifteen, the Zaft Forces struck the civilian plane my mom was in. She accompanied my father to a diplomatic meeting with the Orb Union while I was here in PLANT. But I caught a fever and I asked for her despite being surrounded by nurses. I really missed her that time, you see. So she went on board the earliest civilian plane in Panama. Unfortunately, it was also the day the Earth Forces skirmished with Zaft and a stray missile hit their engine. That put a metaphorical dent as well in the diplomatic discussions.” She returned her attention to him, her pink hair unfinished and already coming undone. “We all suffered deaths, one way or the other, and each loss only breeds hatred if the cycle isn’t broken.”

“And how do you propose to do that?”

“Kindness,” Sakura extended her hand to him, and he subconsciously reached out to accept it.

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“Sakura-chan!”

Sasuke avoided the throng of kids that suddenly surrounded Sakura. He found himself standing beside Sai, the reverend who pulled him from the wreckage some weeks ago.

“They’re Naturals, if you’re wondering,” Sai said. “Rescued and fostered here under a neutrality agreement.”

“Savior’s complex?” Sasuke asked, still defensive about the matter.

“Just common moral decency.” The reverend had this mysterious smile etched forever on his face, and while Sasuke learned to read people, he could never read him accurately.

When the orphanage visit calmed down, and they were left alone with biscuits and tea on the gazebo overlooking the ocean, Sakura received the video message transmitted through Haro. She instinctively angled her body so whoever was on the other side won’t see him.

“Ms. Haruno,” a voice started. “We caught wind of some news.”

Sakura nodded, a cue to continue.

“It’s Operation Spitbreak. The real target is the Alaska HQ.”

Sasuke hitched a breath – if he recalled correctly, his mother ship Archangel intended to refuel there and stock on supplies. All the big guns were in Panama, strategizing for the penultimate and inevitable battle. So why Alaska?

Ah, they were the remaining big ship with the firepower that could match them.

Sakura noticed the change in his countenance, and she immediately ended the call after a quick word of thanks. Arms engulfed him in a gentle hug. “I guess it’s time.”

His arms wrapped around her waist tentatively. “I want to stay a little bit longer in this place where everything is safe and sound.”

“Not for long.” She tightened her hold on him. “Not for long, Sasuke.”

He did the same, trying to savor her fleeting presence in his embrace.

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That night, she and Sai led him to a facility under the Haruno family mansion. The steel doors opened after the usual biometrics – iris scan, hand print, and voice recognition. The sight astounded him when the lights started to come on. The gundam was bigger than his previous, Strike, and visually had more missiles and armaments.

Sai handed him a paper bag containing his new mobile suit. “It’s X10A Freedom Gundam, one of the two newest developments of Zaft. You’ll find that it’s much more lighter compared to previous models with faster mobility stats, and more devastating firepower. But you’ll be all right, you have the seed of the coordinator after all. What a dream it would be to see it used for coexistence.” He didn’t wait for Sasuke’s reply and quietly moved away to give the two privacy.

“Isn’t this too much?” Sasuke asked her. She hasn’t even asked him whether his views of the world have changed.

“I believe you’ll do the right thing.” Sakura leaned in and planted a kiss on his cheek. “Come back to me safely?”

Sasuke held her gaze, sincere in the uttering of his next words. “I will.”

TECHNICAL NOTES

GUNDAM – General Purpose Utility Non-Discontinuity Augmentation Maneuvering Weapon System

Coordinators – genetically enhanced human beings; improved traits e.g. faster learning, stronger bodies, more honed talents

Naturals – naturally born human being which did not undergo genetic modifications

Earth Forces/Earth Alliance – predominantly Natural

ZAFT – Zodiac Alliance of Freedom Treaty; PLANT’s national army, members comprised fully of coordinators

PLANT – space colonies

Orb Union – nation composed of neutral territories located east of New Guinea

Music used for this writing: Mizu no Akashi | Fields of Hope

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The Hot Tub

@marvelousmeggi  requested:  “There’s people here.” “I could just pull you bikini bottoms to the side.  No one would notice”

Wintershock  Darcy/Bucky. 

18+ smut ahead.

Darcy had been running on fumes for days.  The air was hot the breeze was hotter and every dam time she turned around there was always someone needing help with something.  The worst part was that because of conflicting schedules and missions she hadn’t seen her boyfriend in person in over a month.  All she wanted as to go back to her apartment and crawl inside the freezer.  

“Janie, I’m done for the day.  I’m going back to the apartment to change and call it a night, okay?”

Jane looked up from the white board and frowned.

“Didn’t you get the email?”

Darcy looked at Jane with consternation.

“What email?”

“The party out on the deck. Tony ordered a ton of food for a cook out and enough alcohol to drown Thor.  How is it possible that you didn’t know about it?”

Darcy groaned, she’d skipped Tony’s email this morning thinking it was another fun filled request for more silly string and a bunch of cat videos.

“Fuck, okay, what time?”

“I was going to head down in an hour, I’ll meet you there, okay?”

“Sure, I guess.”

“Don’t look so glum hun, I think it’s just what we all need to unwind after this week.”

Darcy agreed and left quickly, determined to get changed and out to the pool before all the good spots in the hot tub were taken.

 By the time she made t out the deck Tony and Steve were already bickering by the grill over how to best cook the sausages.  She gave them a wide berth not wanting to be drawn into the argument, she played referee enough around here and she was determined that if she couldn’t have her boyfriend’s face between her legs then she would reduce the stress with a lengthy soak in the hot tub.

The sight of Natasha already there brought her to a halt.  The red headed assassin greeted her with a smile.

“Hey Darcy, you look nice.”

“Nat…  When did you get back?”

“About a half an hour ago, don’t worry, he’s fine,”  she told her with grin.  “He’s just stopped to shower before coming out.”

On the outside Darcy smiled with relief as she stepped into the water but on the inside she didn’t know if she wanted to scream or shout or cry.  He was a back, which was great, but now she’d be stuck here for the next few hours instead of in her bed with his cock buried so deep in her cunt she saw stars.

She knew the moment he arrived from the way all the hair on the back of her neck stood, the feel of his eyes roaming over her.  She tilted her head back ad looked up, Bucky hovering over her, semi lecherous smirk painted on his lips as he eyes her bikini appreciatively.  When he sank into the water she launched herself into his lap, her legs straddling his, her knees resting on either side of his hips.

“Bucky, fuck I missed you Baby.!”

“I missed you too Doll face. Give an old soldier some sugar?”

Her whole body lit up at his words, at the twist of his lips and the wiggle of his eye brows.  Swear to god, he was such a dork sometimes.

Between the heat of the tub and the heat of his body, she felt like she was burning up.  It didn’t stop her from kissing him though, it started innocently enough, both of them exploring the other with their lips, truths exchanged in a flurry of licks and touches.  His large hands, cupped her ass under the water, pulling her in flush against him as he bit his lip, some secret he kept all to himself as he rested his forehead against hers.  

“Jesus Doll, I missed you.”

“I missed you too soldier.”

He groaned lowly as she rolled her hips over his, the unmistakable bulge growing harder as she ground her hips against him teasingly.

“Maybe we could sneak off, go back to our room?”  She asked hopefully.

“Doll, look out there, tell me either of us would manage to get past that lot without being stopped a half dozen times.

She scanned the deck and the only entrance back from this side of the building. Damn t he was right, they’d never make it.  Their well meaning friends would have them pulling into one conversation or another and they’d be stuck here either way.

The ache in her core intensified as his hands pulled her tightly into him, his hardness twitching against her.

“Bucky, don’t tease, not fair.”

“Who said I’m teasing?”

“There’s people here, like, twenty feet away, anyone could wander over here.”

“I could just pull you bikini bottoms to the side.  No one would notice.”

The thrill of the idea and the seductive glint in his eye had her belly flip and her pussy clench. Christ on a cracker was he for real? They couldn’t do this, could they?  Out in the open, a few feet from their friends?  But it was so tempting, and she wanted him so badly.  

Bucky traced the edge of the bikini with smooth fingers, plucking as the hem, eyes full of mischief and the heat of desire.

“You sure you could keep quiet Sarge?”

“Me? Doll, I bet you’d be the one that couldn’t keep it down.”

Darcy grinned back at him as her hands pushed at the band of his trunks, pushing them down experimentally, till they were low enough on his hips she could free his cock.  It sprang up and she watched his face as he bit his plush bottom lip as her hand grasped him, stroking him a few times, just to see what he would do now they were so close to actually crossing the line. He surged forward, capturing her mouth with his and she felt the sharp tug as he did exactly as he promised, pulling her bottoms to one side, two thick fingers seeking through her folds, knowing exactly how to fan the flames higher as he stroked her gently, finding her clit, a perfect rhythm pressing against her as he circled the swollen nub over and over till she thought she’d come right there, and then his arm shifts her, lifts her just enough and his cock replaces his fingers and she has to bite back the deep moan the feel of him hard and hot against her induces.  

“We’re really doing this..?” she grits out even as he pushes into her, the blunt head of his cock slipping easily through her folds and with one sharp upward stoke he fills her completely.  She holds her breath, trying not to whimper at the feel of him filling every inch of her, her walls rippling and clenching around him.

“Fuck Darce, you’re so tight…”

“Bucky, shut the hell up and make me cum.”

It’s torture, exquisite torture, they have to go slow, not draw attention to what they’re really up to. He delights in watching her face while she rocks onto him, her pussy gripping him tighter and tighter with each slow shallow thrust.  Under the water she rolls her hips in tiny circles, his hand on her hip keeping her from making any motion too obvious.  She doesn’t know how he can hold himself still like this, not pound up into her, but he controls himself even as she takes her pleasure on him.  

But it’s not enough, she needs him to fuck her, really fuck her, not this long draw out teasing.  She’s near tears, her head on his shoulder, clinging to him, looking for all the world as though she’s only curled up in his lap for cuddles and then he rolls his hips up, as though sensing her desperation, a snap and he grinds into her clit, she bites his shoulder to stifle the cry threatening to break free of her throat and then she feels him tense the soft grunt he makes shooting straight to her core and he does it again and again.

“Fuck, fuck, please Bucky, hurry.”

“Doll…  fuck, need you to cum for me Doll, need to feel that pretty pussy cum around me, cum baby doll.”  The words, his command, made her head spin and her clit throb even more.  

His flesh hand reaches under the water and finds where they’re joined and strokes at her nub, tiny thrusts from his cock as he fucks her in time with the rhythm of his fingers send her reeling, till suddenly, she’s there, right on the edge.  And then he whispers into her ear, tells her he’s always wanted to fuck her where everyone could see, so they’d know she was his and she explodes. Air rushing from her lungs as her pussy clamps down on him hard, her walls trying to pull him in further, keep him there and never let go.  When he’s in her like this she never wants to let him go again.  It always feels like he’s come home, and she wants to keep him inside her forever.  He jerks against her, hips stuttering and then both his large hands are on her hips, gripping her tightly as he comes, buried deeply in her cunt, painting her walls white, the heat of him filling her, drawing a tiny mewling cry from her lips even as he kisses her, keeping her silent.  They stay like that, her shuddering and squeezing him as he continues to thrust shallow strokes, both of them wanting to prolong the feeling for as long as they could.

Darcy can’t believe they just did that.  Bucky smiles at her and places a gentle kiss on her forehead.  His hands stoking her sides, before he shifts again, sliding out of her.  She whimpers under her breath at the loss and almost jumps at the feel on his thumb deliberately drawing through her folds as he tugs her bikini back into place.

“Tease.”  She huffs irritably, the rumbling chuckles the reverberates in his chest has her snuggling closer.  She swears she’s only going to close her eyes for a minute ad she relaxes against his chest, his heart beat a grounding thrum under her ear.  Eyes closed, she feels herself drifting in the heat of the water and the strong arms wrapped around her keeping her close.  She’s vaguely aware of others talking around her, the rumbling response Bucky must give them as he lets her drift, on the cusp of sleep, but she ignores it all and just concentrated on feeling him against her. She is so dam glad he’s home.

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[raendown]

Pairing: MadaraTobirama + HashiramaMito Word count: 2074 Summary: Everyone in the world has two soulmates, platonic and romantic. Only your platonic soulmate can find your romantic soulmate for you. Hashirama should have known who Madara was the moment they met. Tobirama did know who Mito was as soon as they met. Everything would be so much easier if they were able to just say something about it to each other but since when does the universe like making things easy?

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KO-FI

Chapter 7: Of Motley Crews and Shocking News

Hashirama was asleep by the time the credits were rolling, snoring up at the ceiling with his head dropped against the back of the couch. It was hard to tell whether or not the ruckus bothered Mito as she too had fallen asleep all curled up in his arms. Her slighter stature against his massive frame looked rather like a grown man cuddling an oversized teddy bear – albeit a very pretty teddy bear.

Although the demonic cat had long deigned to give up its perch on the armchair Izuna lay passed out on the floor in front of it, head resting on the seat cushion with what remained of the second batch of popcorn loosely balanced in his lap. Tobirama eyed the teetering bowl and gave some thought to rescuing it but that would have required moving and he was decidedly against moving so much as an inch from the spot he had somehow found himself in. If time stopped and he could stretch this moment out in to forever, it would certainly not be a bad moment to choose.

He wasn’t sure how Madara ended up sharing the armchair with him. Maybe it was just that neither of them much wanted to go anywhere near the too-happy couple spread out on the couch. Actually, now that he thought about it, that was probably why. Still, having Madara pressed up against his side like a living bonfire and murmuring commentary on the movie in his ear for the past hour had been the most pleasant torture he had ever endured.

Now the movie was over and everyone else was asleep. It was the perfect time to bring up the conversation he’d been waiting for ever since he overheard Izuna earlier. The only problem was that he was too comfy to move.

“Do you ever worry he’ll drown in his own drool?” Madara asked, voice quiet and rumbling, breath ghosting across Tobirama’s ear like a lover’s caress. It took a great deal of effort not to shiver violently.

“No,” he whispered back. “If that was a danger he would have done so years ago.”

“Is there any more wine in the pantry?”

“Probably.” Tobirama frowned, sensing that Madara was about to disturb their little cocoon of warmth, but his displeasure did nothing to dim the smile on his companion’s face.

Madara’s grin was a little sloppy after four glasses. Still pretty, though. His body wriggled in all sorts of interesting ways as he fought his way out of the armchair. It was fairly large but it still wasn’t meant to hold two grown men and their hips had wedged together fairly tightly between the two sides. If he were any braver he might have revisited Izuna’s suggestion earlier that one of them perch across the other’s lap. Unfortunately he was not brave enough to risk that Madara would have any interest in him before having the whole ‘soulmates’ conversation.

Why did flirting and the like have to be so complicated?

As soon as Madara wrenched himself free and wobbled towards the kitchen Tobirama scrunched his nose against the cold sensation in the right half of his body, unsure if he was missing the heat or the man more. It took only one look around at the rest of their motley crew to convince him to get up and follow. Unless he was going to pop in another movie there was little point in hanging around and listening to the chorus of snoring. Besides, he could just as easily watch Netflix on his laptop in the comfort of his own room if that was what he was after.

He found Madara struggling with the cork he had wedged back in too far after his last glass, muttering curse words under his breath when the stubborn thing wouldn’t come out again. It was stupidly endearing to watch him frown and tell the bottle it was being a jerk.

“I need to talk to you about something,” Tobirama blurted before giving it much thought. Madara paused in his efforts to blink owlishly at him.

“Oh?”

“Just, uh, not here. Come on.” Snatching the bottle away, he set it on the counter and took hold of Madara’s wrist instead to pull him down the hallway. If anyone woke up while they were having their little chat then he would prefer not to be interrupted before they at least got to the important bits – or in case Madara was gracious enough to let Tobirama kiss him.

Seeing the curious expression, he allowed Madara a few moments to look around after shutting them in to his bedroom, following the path of his gaze to see which things he seemed to focus on. The neatly made bed earned a smile, the over-stuffed bookcase a raised eyebrow. The scale replica of the SS Enterprise tucked away in the corner of one shelf made him snort. If Tobirama weren’t perfectly fine with his own geeky nature he might have taken offense to that. It wasn’t his fault science was cool.

Finally he decided that Madara had looked enough and cleared his throat to draw the man’s attention. He cracked a smile of his own at the slightly guilty look he received, easily waving it away before stepping closer.

“I overheard our brothers talking earlier while we were in the kitchen. It’s so rare for anyone to be related to their platonic soulmate, haven’t you ever wondered at the fact that we’re both matched to our siblings that way?” Tobirama gave his companion a significant look, to which Madara only shrugged.

“No, I never really thought about it.”

“Well I did and I don’t think it’s a coincidence. Do you know what I overheard?”

Madara tilted his head but said nothing, giving Tobirama time to slowly take in a deep breath before saying words he never dreamed he would be able to say to this man.

“They believe we’re soulmates.”

“WHAT!?”

“Keep it down,” Tobirama hissed. “Don’t wake them all up or we’ll have all three of them in here to witness this conversation! I don’t know about you but I would rather have a little privacy!”

“But you just said–!”

“I know what I said!”

Madara stared at him, eyes wide and unblinking to the point that Tobirama began to worry they would dry out. His jaw opened and shut rapidly several times. Finally, just when Tobirama was considering backing off to give him the space to think, he snapped out of it with a wild shake of his head and a noise that sounded like every letter of the alphabet coming out all at once.

“You think we’re soulmates!?” he cried, his volume notably lower than before. Tobirama nodded slowly.

“That’s what I believe they said. I’m sure I heard correctly.”

“But we’ve known each other for ages. Wouldn’t they have been, you know, trying to tell us somehow?”

With a roll of his eyes, Tobirama murmured, “Evidently Izuna seemed to think it was funny to crash any plans Hashirama tried to make with him.”

“I’ll kill him. I’ll strangle the little rat!”

“Hashirama, I’m not sure about. I’d like to think I would notice if he were trying to…to…oh.” Pausing to sigh, he rubbed tiredly at the bridge of his nose. “I did think it was strange for him to be setting me up on a blind date. And how convenient that you just happened to be there as well. Seated at the next table. Also stood up.”

Madara gnashed his teeth together. “Izuna. He interrupted on purpose!”

“For now, can we agree that we’re related to some very suspect morons and just set it aside for a bit? There are much more important matters we should be discussing.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, like whether or not you’re okay with this.”

He was almost startled by the way Madara reeled back in shock at his words. “W-why would I not be?” The question left him feeling awkward, like a little boy with his very first crush. He only barely resisted the urge to drop his eyes to the side with embarrassment as he answered.

“It’s not that I thought you wouldn’t be okay with it. I just haven’t noticed any enthusiasm for the idea, really. What I mean is – ugh. Look. If you’re not interested, that’s fine.”

“Don’t be stupid,” Madara growled. Tobirama would have snapped back at him with his usual scathing retort if not for the hands that twisted in to his collar and dragged him down to where Madara could tilt his own chin up and crash their lips together. Had he ever noticed how adorable it was that Madara was so much shorter than him? If he wanted to he could have tucked the man under his own chin – and that was definitely not what he should be thinking about while they share what was hopefully only the first kiss.

Evidently his partner noticed how distracted he was. Tobirama snickered a little at the insistent tug on his collar, reaching up to cover those hands with his own and draw his thumb across warm skin soothingly. Then he tilted his head ever so slightly to find a better angle and gave Madara the kiss he so obviously wanted. He would have been smug about the toe-curling groan he managed to drag out of the other man if not for the sound he made which almost perfectly echoed it. At least they were even, he thought distractedly as they slowly pulled away from each other.

Then he jerked upright with a gasp when Madara smacked him in the face – gently, but it was still a smack.

“Dumbass! I wanted you before I knew we were soulmates!”

“Oh. Really?”

“Are you blind!? Yes! Would I have let anyone else away with their life after watching me smash myself in the head like that earlier?”

Smiling freely with relief, Tobirama brushed his fingers over Madara’s forehead, sweeping the fringe aside. “How are you, by the way? No more ouchies?”

“Fuck you. I’m fine.”

“Alright, alright. Forgive a man for worrying about his soulmate.” Tobirama smirked when, as he’d thought, Madara melted at his words. He graciously decided against saying anything about it, choosing instead to wind his arms around his new partner and hold him close.

Tobirama was still working up the courage to go in for a second kiss when they both stiffened at the sound of a loud thump from the living room. Without moving they turned their heads to the doorway and listened to Izuna’s hysterical laughter, accompanied by Mito’s softer voice murmuring indistinctly in a soothing manner. By context clues alone Tobirama could already tell what happened. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time Hashirama had fallen asleep on the couch and then rolled off. Really the only thing to worry about was whether he had disturbed his cast or not.

He did worry a little when Hashirama’s booming voice wondered where the two of them had gotten to. Once someone checked the kitchen there wasn’t that many other options for where they could be hiding. Very briefly he wondered if the others would leave them be if he and Madara laid down in the bed and pretended to sleep. He discarded the idea almost as soon as he thought of it. None of them had that much mercy in their souls.

“In here, Anija,” he called, already exhausted just at the thought of how his brother was going to react. Madara twitched in his arms.

“What are you doing!?”

“They’ll find us in a minute anyway; we might as well face the music now.” Tobirama shrugged and then smiled when his soulmate eyes the window with a very serious expression. “I wouldn’t if I were you. Hashirama planted a thorny rosebush under that window in my first year of college.”

“Uh…why?”

“I kept sneaking out to go back to the library for more books.”

Madara was silent but there was a truly impressive amount of judgement in his stare.

“Tell you what,” Tobirama offered in a pacifying tone. “How about I do all the explaining?”

“Oh. Yeah. Sure, that’d be nice.”

Madara shrugged unsuspectingly as footsteps approached the room, prompting Tobirama to nod once in satisfaction. Then he dipped his partner backwards and stole that second kiss he’d been thinking about just as the door swung open.

He’d never said he was going to explain with words.

[13tth]

write about the losers attending a school dance and everyone kinda branches off and does their own thing and bill jokingly asks stan to dance and they slow dance and on the way home they make out in his car lmao

This is 110% not what you asked for but I got So Terribly Carried Away

They’re 18. Also there’s some side reddie in this bc …yeah.

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“He’s been waiting all night.”

“Hm.” Bill nods, looking over his punch at the boy in the corner. His boy in the corner. After a second of sipping he chokes at the bitter taste of hawaiian punch mixed with alcohol.  “Nice one, B-Bev.”

“Wasn’t me this time.” She shrugs, downing the rest of her cup before letting her eyes wander across the dance floor to Richie, where he sways to a slightly upbeat song with his hands holding Eddie’s waist. The soft blue and yellow lights reflect off of Richie’s glasses and he can’t see it, but Bill assumes his eyes are closed. They look like real-live human representations of bliss. It twists Bills insides in a good way.

“Th-They look happy.” Bill announces. It’s like calling water wet. His mind wanders to Stan again.

“You could be too you know.” Beverly sighs, walking into Bill’s line of vision. It had shifted from Eddie’s pink bowtie, to her neckline. It shimmers with red sequins that bring out the green in her eyes. Ben lingers behind, matching burgundy tux looking black under the lights. “He’s wanted you forever, Bill. You know that.”

He does know. He’s known since they were 13, when they would exchange glances across tables and rooms and hold hands over sleeping bags in the dark.

He nods again, managing a half smile for one of his best friends. A girl that’s kept his feet on the ground for the better part of 5 years. “I know B-Bev.”

“Then go get him. I love you. Remember what we practiced!” A slow song starts and her voice grows quieter as Ben finally drags her onto the dance floor.

“L-Love you t-too.” Bill, replied to empty air.

His first instinct after turning around is to flee. His hands shake minutely and he can feel his throat closing. But Then.

But Then he’s already in front of Stan. And he doesn’t know why he was nervous at all.

“You l-look m-miserable.” Bill pretends to observe, pulling up a metal folding chair to sit next to his friend.

“Is it that noticeable?” Stan asks. He puts on a half smile to match the other’s, blue suit pressed perfectly and glowing bluer under the lights. The tips of his fingers toy with metallic pieces of confetti thrown around the table.

“Maybe a l-little.” Bill laughs inside the bubble they seem to always reside in when they’re together. His gaze travels above Stan’s head, to the wall, where he reads the bright green “PROM ‘94” banner and remembers how much time he’s wasting. He thinks back to what him and Bev had practiced in the weeks leading up to the big night.

“You can do it.” Beverly sat on her knees, holding bills wrists as he struggled, but finally, spit out the words he’d wanted to get right—

“Dance with me?”

Stan stares in disbelief for one second. Then two. Before the spell breaks and he presses dark pink lips together in a small grin. “Sure.”

Bill’s leather shoes stick to the dance floor, and he trips over one of many balloons scattered around the gymnasium, but with Stan’s hand in his he only blushes forever.

They dance like Eddie and Richie, Ben and Beverly, and Mike and his date, a small girl with no name, short hair, and a big smile. They dance close together, Bill’s hands resting on Stan’s waist comfortably. After a minute on swaying Stan rests his forehead against Bill’s shoulder, taking advantage of their contrasted heights. The song that i plays drones soft and boring but Bill has a feeling he’ll remember it for his entire life.

“You’re shaking.” Stan whispers after what seems like an eternity. He doesn’t look up from the shiny black of Bill’s jacket covered shoulder but Bill can feel him. Not as strongly as his pulse, or his fear, but he can feel him.

“I-I,” Bill shakes harder at the realization and pulls Stan closer without finishing, as the song changes to something a little more spastic.

“You wanna go somewhere?”  Stan asks, Already pulling away to give Bill space. Ringlets start to pop from where hair gel had constrained them on Stan’s head. Bill’s heart races faster.

“My c-car’s parked ah-out back.”

The rest of the losers don’t notice as they slip out.

“I’m n-not having a p-p-panic attack, Stanley.” Bill sighs, feeling out of place in the driver’s seat of his own filthy car.

“Then why are you shaking so much?” Stan asks for the fourth time. He reaches over to grab one of Bill’s hands, maybe to stop the shaking, maybe to make himself feel better.

Bill flinches, breaking Stan’s heart.

“I’m f-fine. I mean it.” Bill tries to reassure but his gaze rests down somewhere impossibly below them. Somewhere that doesn’t matter.

Stan doesn’t waver.

Instead he takes Bill’s face in both hands, forcing his eyes upward, and stilling his reeling mind. “Bill.”

“I’m s-scared, Stan.” He whispers when their eyes lock.

“Why are you scared?” Stan says it less like a question, more like he already knows, but will entertain an answer. Stan says it like humor me.

I love you. “I don’t know.” I don’t know what to do. “D-Do you want me to t-take you h—”

Stan cuts him off by pressing their lips together.

Bill’s are still shaking but they cease and move against Stan’s quickly, and pink shows through the slight tan the almost-summer sun had brought to Stan’s cheeks.

The kiss is soft and slow and lasts a lifetime before one turns into two. Then three. The fourth time grows rougher and languid, and Bill remembers who he is.

“You’re ss—“ Bill starts, then stops, when Stan shushes him and pushes him away before climbing between the seats to the back.

Bill meets him there from the outside.Shedding his jacket and meeting their lips again, they sigh and touches grow rough, breathing grows heavy, and the air hangs sticky with tension having waited years to break.

“Say you love me.” Stan exhales softly. It’s both demanding and reluctant simultaneously, through small shifts of hips and sputtering breaths and gasps and clammy grabbing hands against shoulder blades. The voice that leaves his body is one of a little boy. The same one that would’ve killed to make out with Bill Denbrough in the back of a car years ago. “I know you do.”

Bill exhales and doesn’t stutter once, because he’s seen this confession coming since he was a kid. “I love you.”“Say it again,” Stan begs, fingers going wild, smoothing over Bill’s cheeks and playing with the hair at the nape of Bill’s neck. Their movements simmer to playful and neither of the boys panic. The smile that appears on Stan’s face brightens the small space. “Say it Again.”“I love you,” Bill gasps, breathing him in. “I love you,” Bill laughs, like he’d instead screamed eureka. “I love you.“

“I love you too.” Stan replies against Bill’s neck, his smile staining the skin there. “I have forever.”

[dramioneasks]

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