sweetcreatureeeeee

[emily-mooon]

@pizza-feverdream my pen also slipped…

reference

[romiantic]

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒕𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒙 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓!𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌!𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ࿐ྂ

彡 ❛ 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 ❜

彡 𝗳𝘁. ryota kise

彡 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: fluff with very little angst

彡 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2.3k

彡 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: suggestive theme at the end

彡 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: all characters are 18+. also can we talk about how BOMB this song is 🤧 y’all sleepin on this song fr

·˚ ༘ੈ✩‧₊˚ ╰┈➤ ❛❛ 𝙄 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙔 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝘿𝙊 𝙄𝙏 ❜❜

❝ 𝐘/𝐍 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐘𝐎 𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐔𝐏! You have two minutes till showtime.” Your manager, AKA, older brother, barged and announced to you like he didn’t update you almost five minutes ago.

You did your usual of sucking your teeth and rolling your teeth every time he barged in and interrupted your call, you replied with annoyance in your tone, “AJ I know! Can you wait a minute? Damn, so impatient for absolutely no reason.”

“I’m sorry who’s the one with hundreds of thousands of fans screaming their name and waiting for their ass outside? Me or you? Oh okay. Anyways, end yo little call with yo boyfr-”

“He’s not my boyfriend!” You interrupted, becoming irritated with your brother and simply wanted him to shut the fuck up. A great manager and brother, yet way too uptight for his job.

AJ rolled his eyes and muttered something but you flipped him off and pretended not to hear him until he left your dressing room. You gave your attention back to your phone, giving a cheeky smile to the blonde boy on your screen. From the corner of his eye, he noticed a nervous look growing on you but from what you could tell, he was choosing what shirt to wear to his photoshoot. Leaving him to be seen with a no top on and a pair of denim jeans.

Though it was typical to see your best friend’s exposed upper body, it was a sight you never got used to. His well-toned body, results from years of playing basketball in middle and high school, making your face hot, adding on to the nervousness you were already facing from your upcoming performance. Along with the pearly white smile he flashed at you creating a sick feeling in your stomach, something that you made you clench onto it and try to ignore. Now was not the time to be drooling over your best friend, who interrupted your stare with a laugh and said, “Are you gonna keep staring or are you gonna take a picture?”

Of course, he’d ruin it with some cocky line like that, you rolled your eyes and sucked your teeth. “Boy calm down, ain’t nobody wanna was staring.”

“Your nervous face said otherwise.”

“Akekeke, don’t you have a photoshoot to go to?”

Kise replied with the same energy as yours, “And don’t you have a performance to go to?”

You held up a finger to a screen then crossed your arms, “Aht aht, don’t worry about me now. Worry about yo lil pictures with that famous ass Russian model.” You wanted to roll your eyes just thinking about the brought-up woman but it would make it seem like you’re being jealous for no reason.

Kise let out a small laugh, adoring the irritated look that was starting to creep up on your face. “Somebody sounds jealous.”

You rolled your eyes and let out a scoff, “Oh please, like I would be.” You looked at the time on your watch and noticed it was about one minute until your performance. Your eyes widened at the time and hurried, you quickly ended the call with Kise, “Shit, fuck! I gotta go perform but I’ll call you back when I’m done.”

“And I’ll be waiting for you beautiful when you get back.” The golden-eyed boy winked at you yet you cringed and scrunched your face. “You’re so fucking corny Kise.” You hung up the call, grab any other pieces missing from your outfit, and headed out of your dressing room.

You traveled quickly around backstage, passing by many coworkers and background dancers waiting for you, to head into the small tunnel for artists to come out on stage. You stopped at the exit and gulped as you scanned the stage. An outside arena with hundreds of thousands of fans cheering your name, waiting for your appearance.

Usually, you would be at ease with concerts this large but for some reason this time is different. Unknowing the reason nor cause, you started to feel anxious, your hands mildly shaking and your throat going dry.

There was something in the back of your mind attempting to not make you perform, something telling you to not do it, it won’t be good, people will hate you. A voice there to influence thoughts, hoping that you would fall into the trap and just give up on singing. Though of course, you wouldn’t listen to that voice, that voice always lingered around whenever you were brought to perform, no matter where you were.

The only thing to distract you and keep you safe from that tiny voice is someone who you’ve longed to love. One who just settles your nerves, bringing comfort, and removing all anxious thoughts. One who would deem you as one of the greatest artists he’s ever listened to, maybe it’s opinionated but he loves you too much to disagree.

The now dawdling thought of his soft voice whenever he spoke or his flirtatious nature when you two joked around made a familiar feeling grow greater than before. Something replaced the anxiousness that was growing, a feeling that replaced the nervousness and calmed your shaky hands. Something that was the thought of Ryota Kise, he was like the medicine to all the pain you’ve suffered. A remedy to your anxiety, one of the many causes of the cheeky smile social media often sees you with.

Someone who you grew up and spent all your life with, always noticing how protective he was of you or the way he hummed one of your pre-recorded tracks that he was the only one to listen to. Celebrating one of your songs had hit #1 on the Billboard chart and the way he helped out whenever you hit writer’s block.

Every single thing, noticeable or not, made you grown to love the boy, starting from a platonic, playground friendship blooming to many years of trying to figure out if you are romantically in love with him. Growing familiar feelings of butterflies mixed with the thought of just wanting to cup his face and kiss him whenever he was around.

Just the ultimate feeling of wanting to be buried in the blonde boy’s arms and explain the blooming love for him made you want to sing the song you wrote for him. A new single that you never wanted to put out since you wanted only Kise to hear it, including that the song was your way of telling him what you felt all these years.

Though something changed your mind, something in your brain told you to tell everyone around you that you’re singing solo, no backup singers or dancers, only you on that stage. In this performance, you just had to do it yourself, nothing but you, the stage, and the microphone.

Everyone was confused by the last-minute change of plans but went along with it. They rescheduled it to where your first “official” song to start the concert with was right after your solo performance. You gave thanks to your team and took some deep breaths. You made sure your Bluetooth set was on and working properly in your ear, AJ handed you a mic and brushed off any wrinkling from your outfit and any smoothed out your hair. Uptight about his job yet made sure his little sister was looking the greatest for her performances.

You took deep breaths again, shook off any bad nerves, and walked on stage. The already excited crowd enraged and their volume expanded as they saw you stand before them. Everyone waving their signs that said, “I love you y/n!!” or “Y/N is so beautiful!” You waved to the audience and stopped at the middle of the stage, walking closer to the front of the stage as well.

You turned on the mic and tapped it to see if it was working, “Mic check one two, can you guys hear me?” The crowd immediately responded yes, you continued on to talk to them, “Okay good, have been getting technical difficulties with my mic and I really don’t feel like switching mics three times. Anyways, afternoon to all my lovely fans who made it out here or to those that are watching me live. I love you all and thank you for supporting me, I truly am grateful for every single one of y’all.” Everyone screamed out how much they love you and adore you, showing off their merch that they bought and waving the homemade posters.

You smiled at their response and cleared your throat as you introduced the song, “Thank you, I love you too. This first song is one that has been sitting too comfortably in my heart. A piece that came from genuine emotions and feelings I’ve tried to bury yet couldn’t no matter how hard I tried. It’s something that I never planned on dropping but I just felt like the world had to hear what I had to say. Hopefully, you guys enjoy it cause I did when I was writing this song at two in the morning before I snuck into the studio and recorded it. Was it worth it? Definitely. Now I may introduce to you, Not Another Love Song. A contradicting title isn’t it?”

You took a large breath in and out, you took a position as you waited for the beat to drop. As soon as you heard the familiar melody start, you sang, “I don’t wanna mess this up, could it be too much to say I’m in?”

The crowd lowered down and became silent to hear your new single, grasping the beautiful new lyrics you were singing and just vibing along with it.

You yourself were placing emotion as you sang, not noticing how proudly you sang the chorus or how you were smiling at the crowd the entire time. One thing was clouding your mind to even pay attention to those details, the same thing that more than likely pushed you to sing the song.

As you sang, the feelings for your best friend grew stronger, butterflies in your stomach, and the deprivation of his touch grew on you. Not even realizing how much you missed him until you turned initially to smile at AJ and your team yet saw a familiar face appear as well. You questioned it but then turned back to continue singing to the audience, only thinking that mind is playing games with you.

“I'm finna take my time, my mind, my rules. This ain't no crimе makin' love to you, though you ain't say this. But I had a hard time waitin' for you, boy. Like ooh, boy, you, boy. Got me where you want, just gotta say and it's on, it's like, ooh, boy, do you know you got me like where do you go when you're alone?”

As you sang, you noticed the crowd growing silent, their eyes widening, and their jaws dropping. You were utterly confused at was catching their attention, you turned to your team and your brother pointed behind, giving you a goofy smile as well.

You turned around to what was the cause of this silent commotion and right along with everyone else, your jaw drop and your eyes widened. The flirtatious, handsome model that everyone knew of was standing in front of you with a bouquet of roses in his hand. He walked up to you and smiled greatly, closing in the large gap between the both of you.

Seeing him walk closer to you made you want to say forget concert and sing the rest to him. Half of your feeling was already poured out, not even knowing he was listening to all of it. You didn’t think he would even be here since he had a photoshoot, not standing on an outside stage with a bouquet of roses and dressed in casual attire.

He handed you the roses and kissed your forehead, telling you, “Alone with you, away from the world, where else would I be when I’m alone?”

No response came from you, not even a single gasp or a sniffle to signify that you might cry. The way you responded to his presence was something that shocked the arena, everyone watching you on live, your team, and even the two of you yourself. Who would’ve thought you would be bold enough to grab his face and kiss him right then and there? You snaked your arm around his waist and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss. He responded back by wrapping his hands around your shoulders and hugging you tightly, holding onto you to make sure you wouldn’t separate from him.

You pulled back from the kiss and smiled, softly combed his blonde hair, and expressed, “I love you, Kise.” Saying his name like it was something you’ve been aching to say, a name that you’ve buried away yet brought out today. A name that sounded so lovely and romantic when you say it.

Kise expressed as well, “I love you too y/n. I’ve always loved you and I will never stop loving you.” He kissed you again, he removed his hand from your shoulders and trailed around to find your hands. He removed your hands from his waist and instead intertwined them with his.

He felt you smile when he held your hand and smiled back. He stated in between kisses, “You know I’m staying on this stage to hear you finish that song right?”

“It’s fine, I need someone to do my next performance on anyways.” He looked at you and you did nothing but wink and mischievously smiled at him. Kise had a small idea of what he could expect but suppressed it to enjoy the soft moment he wanted between the both of you. A moment that he’ll never forget and a concert that will always be remembered for everyone around you.

彡 it’s like 5 am and I’m tired 🦧 the only thing that kept me up was the fact that I don’t have school plus I loveeeeee kise

彡 also the show olivia

彡 I don’t think I ever mentioned to y’all how much I love his ass but now is definitely not the time 😁

彡 I’m convinced if it silent black hair blue eye powerful men weren’t my type, cocky and flirtatious ones would be runner up

彡 anyways hope you guys enjoy + pleaseee listen to the song, I highly recommend plus ella mai is VERY underrated

bye babes, drink your water, stay hydrated, and remember that you are the baddest bitch on the planet 🥰 no matter what ANYONE says

𝐏𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝟏𝟖:𝟑𝟎 💗

© 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟣 𝗄𝗈𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝗈. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽

[capaimagines]

choi beomgyu - that’s my girl

Pairing: brother!Choi Beomgyu x Reader | Genre: angst & fluff | Warnings: mentions of cheating, mentions of nude photos | WC: 1.1k

Request: You're angst is so good!! Can I request a fic where you are dating this guy and you caught him cheating on you with your best friend and you call your brother Beomgyu who quickly rushes to you because he knows how overwhelmed you get quickly and maybe even having an anxiety attack. Thank you!

part two

You heard the sound of your boyfriend's phone go off. It has been going off a lot more lately. Usually, you wouldn’t care as he has friends too, you know? Although, he had been very distant the past month with you. If it would ring, he either wouldn’t answer it if you were by his side or he would turn it so you couldn’t see the name on the screen. He was also cancelling on dates and coming home at ridiculous hours of the night.

You had caught him a few times smiling at the phone screen and had once heard him having a hushed conversation thinking you weren’t around. Your best friend had also been acting a little odd too. She had been blowing off your plans or asking to reschedule, responding to your messages less and less.

You sighed, listening for the shower, It was still running. You had never been one to snoop as you’ve always trusted him and you didn’t want to break that trust but your gut was telling you that something else was going on. You quietly walked over and picked his phone up, unlocking it and going to his messages.

Your mouth fell open and you felt tears well up in your eyes at what you saw. Your best friend had texted him some photos. Not just any photos, but photos of her naked. You scrolled through the conversation and for the past month there were multiple messages sent between the two.  Flirting, some sexting and more nude photos from both him and her.

You didn’t hear the shower shut off or the bathroom door open, hence how you didn’t hear him behind you, “What’re you doing?” You heard your boyfriend and turned around, his phone still in your hand. He saw it and immediately was angry, “What are you doing with my phone?  Seriously, Y/N?” He ripped it out of your hand and you just glared at him.

You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of crying, at least not while he was here, “Get out,” You said and he only rolled his eyes, throwing some clothes on.  

“Don’t be dramatic Y/N. We were just having fun,” You scoffed, throwing your head back in a dead laughter.  

“Get out and go have fun somewhere else. I don’t want to see you again. GET OUT!” You screamed, losing your calmness and started pushing him towards the front door.

 “Y/N, stop! Come on, It’s nothing! I love you and only you. I was just having some fun,” You couldn’t listen to him anymore and you pushed him out, slamming the door. He didn’t even try to get back in. He was probably going to have some more fun now that he wasn’t tied down. In your blind anger, you saw red. You wanted every trace of him gone.

You grabbed a garbage bag as you started to throw all of his clothes and belongings into it. All the pictures of you two made it in one of the bags too. The tears were falling at this point. You finally collapsed, letting the hurt sink in and you called the one person you needed right now.  You didn’t care if he was busy, you needed him.  

“My sister!,” Beomgyu chuckled, “To what- Y/N, are you crying?” Beomgyu’s worried voice came over the speaker.  

“G-Gyu,” You stuttered out, finally letting the sobs take over your body. 

“I’m coming, Y/N. I’ll be right there,” He hung up and 20 minutes later you heard the keypad beeping to your door. Beomgyu flew in, brown eyes searching wildly for you. He saw you sitting on the couch, knees pulled against your chest with tears still streaming down your face.

“Oh, baby,” He cooed, kneeling in front of you and placing his chin on your knees. You looked up and threw yourself on to him, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck and sobbing again. 

“H-he ch-cheated on me, Gyu. W-with my best fr-friend,” You managed to choke out as more sobs took over. He felt the anger bubble up in him, but he could fight your boyfriend later. Right now, he needed to calm you down.

“Shh, shh,” He murmured, running his hand on your back and rocking you back and forth.  

“Beomgyu, it looks like she already packed all his stuff,” You turned and groaned, crying out again as you saw Soobin and Yeonjun had accompanied him.

“S-sorry, Y/N,” He mumbled meekly, “We were at a schedule when you called and I didn’t want to drop them off and come back.”

You hid yourself further in his neck and he tightened his grip, “I’ll fight him, where is he?”  Yeonjun said, starting to stomp through the apartment.  

“Hyung,” Soobin warned, grabbing his shoulder. You couldn’t help but let out a weak chuckle. 

“You really think I would let him stay?” You scoffed to which Beomgyu smiled widely, patting the top of your head.  

“That’s my girl,” You all laughed.

Soobin and Yeonjun happily brought the garbage bags you had filled to the street. Soobin had taken it upon himself to call and get the passcode for your apartment changed, “If he tries to come back he can’t get in,” He winked at you and you felt grateful. You sat up, wiping your face and looked horrified.  

“W-what’s wrong?” Beomgyu said, starting to panic again.

 You felt your eyes burn with more tears before you threw yourself back in another fit of sobs, “Y-you all ca-came all the way here and I don’t e-even ha-have any food prepared!” Beomgyu couldn’t help but laugh, pulling you back on his lap.  

“It’s fine, Y/N. We’re gonna have the breakup special today anyway,” You peeked up at him, wiping your nose on his shirt just because.

He grimaced, “That’s disgusting!” He pushed you off him, getting up to search for tissues as you pouted.  

“I’m sad!  I can do what I want!” Yeonjun smirked and Beomgyu rolled his eyes.  

“Glad to see your brattiness wasn’t taken,” You let a small smile grace your face as you sat back on the couch.  

“Bad food and chocolate ice cream?” Beomgyu said, sitting down next to you with his phone pulled out to order takeout. You nodded.

“How To Get Away With Murder?”  Soobin said, sitting down and grabbing the remote. You nodded, smiling at how well they all knew you.  

“Pay attention because tomorrow is when we kill,” Yeonjun said, sitting down and you let out a laugh.

Beomgyu may be your blood related brother, but now you have 4 others to call brothers too.

[01solarsmiles]

01solarsmiles’ kitchen nightmares: [day off]

a/n: it’s like a commercial break. easy on the eyes and quick for me to bullsh*t my way through.

warnings: suggestive at the end. 

w/c: <0.7k

tag list; @stayinzencity @floraljae @thoreeo <3

You finally get home, after a long shift at work and a an even more tiring week of work, and throw yourself onto your sofa, throwing caution to the wind as you somehow fling your bra across the room without hooking your fingers properly at the clasp.

Face first in a pile of pillows, you breathe out a groan, praying not to have to deal with customers for the next 42 hours.

Your feet are barely alive, throbbing from walking around all day. Briefly, you think about staying here in this position but decide against it when you remember you have things to be doing -- like sleeping for the next twelve hours before anyone would be successful at stirring you. Besides, your bed was far more comfortable than the sofa, no matter how much your limbs screamed at you, begging to rest for a few minutes longer.

“Just a few more minutes,” you whisper to the dark, not having bothered turning the lights on, “I’ll shower and then go to bed. I have to.”

Your eyes remained closed while you felt your way around your nightly shower routine. Afterwards, you hesitated at putting on an oversized shirt, thinking that it would be easier to go without, but decided against going nude for the sake of not getting a cold in your sleep as your hair dried.

Returning to your bed, you notice that your phone screen was lit-up, a notification from the work WhatsApp group chat. Sungchan was complaining (on main!) about his job title.

“For heaven’s sake,” you mutter, wondering why he couldn’t have double checked the job being advertised or even saying something at his interview when he first joined.

Without thinking twice, you tap out a response.

you bro why are you incapable of clearing some dishes like fr it’s not that deep

fullsun fr fr yn always spitting straight fax this why we love yn

taeyongie (manager) sungchan, we have discussed this. like when you first joined -- and it wasn’t a problem then so i’m not following as to why it would be now?

jofam he didn’t read his job description,, can’t have someone who doesn’t do the bare minimum on jcc… tune in next week for model mcshizzle or classroom stuff; ion remember

you well i thought we were all capable human beings here

“chef” doyoung :| i’m on jcc next stop telling every to leak my newds on twt

kun (half manager) this is why i only deal with like two of you on a daily basis

chef yuta i can’t order food and i have qualifications so why do you think sungchan was gonna read his job description bahaha

sungchan how do i 

sungchan delete myself

sungchan from this gc

At this, you giggle. It’s been a long day for everyone and despite your initial thoughts of this conversation going in the complete opposite direction, you were pleasantly surprised.

Sometimes the people you worked with were the sole reason you paid any attention to what was going on around you. Days have been wishy-washy recently, you head all over the pace but finally somewhere much better than it had been in months. 

Next steps: get your gp to spell your name correct when they text you about appointments.

Tonight, you know you’ll lay, thinking about the deliverboob guy that shouted at you for telling you his number would be ready in ten minutes after he had waited the first ten minutes you had told him, knowing that he was probably going to be mad but also just telling him what you were told by the managers dealing with takeaway, and you think, Yeah. Tomorrow will be just about the same.

At least Jaehyun was a good flirt in and outside of work.

You quickly take a snap that you deem teasing enough to grab his attention but innocent enough to pretend you didn’t know what you were doing and caption it with something suggestive. 

You got the fastest response you’d had in a long time from that man.

He’ll be over in ten, he says. You know he lives a twenty minute electric scooter ride away but don’t question it.

Which reminds you, Yuta didn’t prepare the meat like he said he would for marinating overnight.

Sighing, you sit up and change into a night shirt, knowing you'll be sewing the buttons back on tomorrow morning before work, “At least someone’s meat is getting marinted tonight.”

copyright © 2021, 01solarsmiles on tumblr. please do not repost or translate.

taeyongie (manager) need you at work tomorrow. soz you can have the day after off :D

[internallyinarticulate]

Frustration

(Yandere Cop!Abbacchio x Female Reader) 

Alright this is my second attempt at a jojo fanfic, I hope you all enjoy! This is the first chapter of this series! (I don’t know exactly how many chapters there will be, but there will be quite a few! I’ll make sure to link them all together on each post I make for this series!)

 Also this chapter is long, so buckle up!

Chapter One: The Call

(3rd Person Pov)

The gently setting sun cascading a plethora of warm colors put (y/n)’s mind at ease, letting her know that the busy day she had earlier was finally over. Being a manager in a decently sized book store near the heart of Naples was not something to scoff at, especially considering the fact it was Saturday. The busiest day of each week, which always drove (y/n) to a point where she wanted to slam her head onto a table due to the volume of annoyances she had to deal with. 

From people complaining about prices, children ‘playing’ too roughly with the books, to just dealing with the rush of people in general. Now that isn’t to say that (y/n) hated her job, in fact she loved it, most of the time she was greeted with a quiet bookstore filled with people who understood what a bookstore was and how to treat it decently. And the people that she met during these times were almost always polite, save for the few people that would come back from Saturday's and Sunday's excursion with some type of complaint. These things would frustrate (y/n) but it was nothing that she couldn’t handle. The pay for the job was not bad at all, it allowed her to own a nice maisonette with two floors to decorate to her heart’s content, and even splurge on trips around Italy. All in all, her life was tranquil at the moment, and that was exactly what she strived for.

(Y/n) entered her home and quickly took her shoes off, throwing them down in triumph as she quickly made her way to the couch positioned in front of the t.v.

“Finally, some peace and quiet.” she said as she sprawled out on the couch, letting out a content sigh as her mind raced through the events of the day. From the moment she woke up at 6:30am to the time she got home at 8:04pm, she had been running around non-stop. Even her break was spent running down to a bakery to grab food for her co-worker and herself! She let out a groan as the sound of a phone ringing was heard in the distance. She begrudgingly sat up and went to retrieve her purse from the coffee table in front of her. She looks at her phone and sees it’s a message from her boyfriend (B/n).  

‘Hey sweetie, I just wanted to check in on you. How was work today?’ she lays back down as she messages him back,

‘It was crazy busy like every damn Saturday, how was work for you?’

‘Could have been better, but hey, at least we're both out of it now!’ she chuckled at how excited she imagined him sounding, he also enjoyed relaxing after a hellish day of work. Just as she was about to message back she heard a knock at her door; she stood up confused, who the hell could that be at this hour? She set her phone down on the coffee table and headed over to the door, concern filling her head. 

“Hello?’ she called out as she approached the door, hesitantly looking into the peephole. No one was there, however a piece of paper on her doormat caught her attention. She opened the door and half expected to be ambushed by someone, but was met with nothing but a light breeze and a starry night sky.  

“It got that dark already? How long have I been home?” she asked herself as she bent down to grab the paper.  It was folded up, a bright red check mark greeted her as she unfolded the page. 

“What the hell?” she said out loud, she quickly looked around her surroundings and proceeded to head back inside. She looked back at the paper in her hands, flipping it around, trying to find something else besides a giant red check mark. She sighs as she sets the paper down on her kitchen counter, it was probably some kids trying to freak her out with some stupid prank. She wonders whether to get some food or go back to her couch and fall asleep to some late night shows. 

An ear piercing shatter sounds off by her head as she lets out a scream, the sound of broken glass falling from her kitchen window makes her look up and freeze in horror. Someone’s arm was working on pushing the glass shards that were left behind from the shattered window. (y/n) snaps out of her trance and bolts upstairs, just as a man places his hands on the window frame and lifts himself inside. A man with shaggy dark brown hair, a black tank-top with the words ‘Freedom is anarchy’ crudely written in white paint, an open black hoodie, and ripped up black jeans stands up slowly; almost comically, and scans the room for his target. 

“Now where did you run off to little lamb?!~” he yells out as he walks through her kitchen into her living room. He glances around and makes his way through all possible hiding places while (y/n) hides in her closet upstairs. 

Meanwhile in the maisonette next door, the sound of the broken window alerted a young man by the name of Alessandro Romano. He knew that his neighbor, (y/n) (l/n), was not a rambunctious person; well at least rambunctious enough to break a damn window. The loud feminine scream which followed immediately after solidified to him that she was not the cause of the window breaking, which prompted him to grab his phone and called the police.

“311 what’s your emergency?”

“Hello, I believe my neighbor’s house is being broken into. I heard a window break and I heard her scream, you have to help her quickly!” 

“May I have your name, and the name of your neighbor; Along with your addresses?”

As Alessandro worked with the 311 operator the man in (y’n)’s apartment had begun to grow irritated as he looked around for his victim. He brought out a large knife and began to drag it along the wall as he started to slowly walk upstairs, calling out to her. 

“I know you’re upstairs little lamb, let me in. I promise your death will be quick, though I can’t promise it will be painless!” 

His footsteps were almost comically slow as he pressed the knife harder into the wall as the smile he held grew wider at the aspect of cornering his victim. Though he had to admit, he would be thrilled if when he opened the door she attempted to run, he loved it when they tried to run. He started to slam his footsteps down onto the steps leading to her room, each one louder than the last, until he was practically bashing his foot against each stair. He wanted, no, needed to scare his victim. It’s what made this all so pleasurable; Not the aspect of ending a life, but the thrill of the hunt and the case that would ensue. Sometimes from him, sometimes from them, it didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was that he caught his prey in the end, and rewarded their exhilarating tears and screams with a painful death. 

(Y’n) heard the dramatic footsteps and cursed at herself for forgetting her cellphone. She cursed herself once more as she remembered the conversation she had with her boyfriend and how insistent he was to have her put a home phone in her bedroom. 

‘Honey I have my cell phone on me 24/7, why would I need a home phone in my room? Besides it will be loud as hell when people call!”

‘That’s kind of the point (y/n), also you can set the tones of the calls received to be softer rather than louder.’

‘Well i think it’ll be a waste of time and money to set it up, i’ll be fine with just the home phone downstairs and my cellphone!’

‘*sigh* Alright, but when we move in I'm putting in a home phone.’

‘Fiiine!’ 

‘Dammit (B/n) I hate when you’re right about shit like that’ (Y/n) thought to herself as she clenched the tiny pocket knife that she had managed to grab from her dresser before she hid in her closet. She opened the door slightly and looked at the door that separated her from a grisly demise. She didn’t have a lot of furniture in her room but what she could easily move, she used. Her desk chair had been propped up against the door along with a wooden chest that she had received from her father as a nice parting gift when she moved out. She had managed to position the chest next to the chair in a way that would prevent the killer from being able to open the door too widely; It was an extra precaution just in case this mad man was able to break down the lock on the door and shove down the chair that was propped up against the door handle. She closed the door and took a deep breath; She was attempting to bottle up her emotions so she wouldn’t give this bastard any satisfaction from hearing her cry or scream in fear and frustration. All of this just had to happen to her, out of everyone in Naples it just had to be her! She would laugh if she wasn’t so scared at the moment, clenching the knife even harder as she heard the man finally make his way to her door. 

“Officer Abbacchio, Come in Abbacchio do you hear me? Over.” a radio sounded off in a police vehicle which was slowly cursing down a busy street in Naples. A young officer quickly picks up his radio and confidently answers back,

“I hear you, what is it? Over.” 

“We have a 10-16, break in at a residential area. Suspect is suspected to still be inside the residence, the only occupant of said residence is a young female named (y/n) (l/n), I’ll have the rest of the information relayed onto your screen. Over.”

“10-04, heading over to the address right now. Over and out.” 

Officer Abbacchio turns on his sirens and presses down on the pedal, speeding along with the rest of traffic, his mind focusing on the possible situation he might be stumbling into. 

‘There’s a high possibility that the perp will have a weapon, scratch that, he definitely has one considering he broke into the home through a window.’ He thought as he quickly read what popped up on his screen. He presses down on the pedal harder as he sees people moving to the side to let him through, a determined look crosses his face when he sees from his gps that he is no more than 5 minutes away from the address given to him.

‘I’ll make it there in three minutes with how quick people are letting me through, this is perfect!’ 

He arrived in the exact time frame he predicted and quickly got out of the vehicle, his hand gun drawn immediately. He approached the front door of the residence with extreme caution, following his training perfectly, he scoped the area and when he knew it was clear, he kicked down the door. 

“This is the Naples police! Come out with your hands raised!” 

A deep voice yelled out after the door was broken, the sound of two firm kicks alerted the mad man inside that he was no longer alone with his victim, an officer has interrupted his game. The man got to work and slowly opened the door, only to find it locked. He smirked as he put his blade down and quickly pulled out a multi-tool, getting to quick work on the outer casing of the door knob as the officer below started to sweep the area. 

“This is the police! I am aware that you’re in here, come out with your hands up now!” 

The officer yelled louder than before, worry evident in his demanding tone. The man had finished with the door knob and carefully removed the handle, undid the mechanism which locked the door, and attempted to open the door. The handle on the other side popped off and the chair that had been pressed up against the door knob fell, alerting both the man and the officer. The man tried to open the door again, only for it to open roughly halfway before having it stop yet again, the rushing footsteps of the officer downstairs gave the man an adrenaline rush as he forced his body through the door. He was greeted with a dark room, he quickly flipped on the switch as the officer made it to the bottom of the stairs. 

“Come out! Hands where I can see them!” the officer yelled out again, hoping to get some kind of response. The man snickered and scanned the room, his eyes landing on the closet, that had to be where his little victim was. 

(Y/n) held her hand to her mouth tightly, pressing her fingers against her lips in an effort to not scream as she heard the killer barge into her room. She had heard another voice yell out but it was muffled by the distance and doors between her and said voice; She thought it was her killer, becoming enraged at her attempts to keep him out of her room. The sound of the closet door knob moving both startled her from her thoughts and filled her with fear. She grasped onto the doorknob tightly as she felt the man desperately trying to break in. 

“Come on little lamb, let me in so I can rid you of your suffering!” 

The man screamed out as the doorknob stopped moving. The sound of a sharp thud alerted her as she held the knob tighter, unsure of what he was doing. The deranged man’s smile widened to a sickening degree as the knife made one final thrust into the door before the blade went through it, showering (y/n) with splinters of wood as it pierced through. A loud scream ripped from (y/n) as she saw how close the blade came to her face, just one more inch and she would be done for! She could not let go of the knob, or that would let the killer in; So she quickly tried to readjust herself before he had the chance to attack her through the hole he had just made. Loud footsteps caught her attention as a new voice shouted out 

“Put your hands where i can see them!” 

(Y/N) dared to look through the hole that the killer made and saw a very welcoming sight. An officer with white buzz cut hair and piercing dawn eyes glared at the man who stood in front of the closet door. (Y/n) took a deep breath before she called out,

“Officer, I'm in here! Please help me!” 

Officer Abbacchio looked over at the closet door, noticing a (e/c) eye looking back at him through the knife hole the man made. He noticed the scared look in the young woman’s eye and grew more determined then before to help her. 

“Don’t worry, the situation is under control.” He called out to her as he went back to glaring at the man before him who had begun to snicker. The young officer felt a chill go down his spine as he got a close look at the man, The blade he held in his hand was covered in a dark red substance, which officer abbacchio assumed was blood given the current circumstance. 

“Drop the weapon now, and put your hands up.”

“Now why would I do that officer? Can’t you see i'm a little busy here?” 

The psycho rammed the knife into the closet again, eliciting a scream from (y/n). Officer Abbacchio gripped his gun tighter, giving the woman in the closet a quick glance through the hole, he saw tears start to fall from her (e/c) which only added fuel to his urge to protect her. 

“Do it now or I will shoot you! This is your final warning!” 

The man’s smirk grew as he turned to the officer, and lunged at him. Officer Abbacchio took aim and let out a single round, the bullet casing clattering onto the hardwood floor as the sound of the shot resonated within the room. 

-CHAPTER 1 END-

(Thanks for reading!)

[takottais-oc-askblog]

Oc bullshittery pt.5

[this got hella long]

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Dax: Helpful grammar tip!

Dax: “Farther” is for physical distance, “further” is for metaphorical distance, and “father” is for emotional distance!

Ashton: Who hurt you?

Dax: My father, did you not hear me?

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Bei: Whoever threw that paper, your mom’s a hoe!!

Chii: Whoever threw that paper, I’m sure your mother is a very respectable woman!

Dax: Whoever threw that paper, I’ve probably slept with your mom.

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Camie brown, seeing a woman: oh fuck, she could just rip me in half and I would thank her

Camie brown: [proceeds to kiss her hand and call her pet names]

Woman who could rip Camie in half: I would kill for this small woman.

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Quinncie: She’s trying to lure me into a false sense of security. Well, joke’s on her!

Quinncie: I’ve never been secure in my life!

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Poppet: Let me guess. You’ve got a loosely formed idea that shouldn’t work on paper, but ultimately proves to be reasonably successful?

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Paston: I wanna fucking die! [Garbled screaming]

Ashton: same. Same...yuh, same.. [nods along to the screaming]

Dax: what the ballsy FUCK! Is wrong with you two?!?

Rico: [hushing dax] their performing the millennial mating call, don't interrupt!

Dax: wha de fuc? Is that allowed? Wat d fuk? Is that allowed?!

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Poppet: [Sneezes]

Eva: [From inside the vents] Bless you.

Poppet: [Looking around with wide eyes] GOD?

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Quinncie vibrating and talking fast: i am so cute and i cannot die! 

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Quinncie: I LOVE YOU!

Rico: I LOVE YOU TOO!!

Rico: BUT ALSO—look at their body!

Paston: [poses]

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Stranger: [points to dax] hey, is that guy bothering you?

Paston: yeah, but he’s my husband so I signed up for this.

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Ashton: dax texted me, {Your adorable ;)} so I texted him back, {no YOU'RE adorable ;)}

Rico: and?

Ashton: And now we’re dating.

Ashton: All I did was point out a typo but I like him so I’m not gonna say anything.

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Flesh: is stabbing someone immoral?

Dax: Not if they consent to it~

Bei: Depends who you’re stabbing.

Charlie: Yes!?

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Quinncie: {Send nudes ;)}

Rico: [Sends picture of nude makeup colors]

Quinncie: {No! Nudes!!!}

Rico: [sends picture of potluck] {????}

Quinncie: {You know what? I’ll take it.}

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Chii: Do you have any skeletons in your closet?

Bei: Literally or figuratively?

Chii: the fact that I have to specify-

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Bei: I’ve invited you to this place because we’re going to the play the deadliest game.

Flesh, nodding along: Knife Monopoly.

Bei: I...I was actually going to hunt you for sport but I’m really into whatever Knife Monopoly is.

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[Apartment complex 404 group chat daily fuckery↓]

Coccoh: {Coats and jackets are all too aesthetically fantastic to only wear during the cold seasons. I think scientists need to stop doing their dumb bs and band together to invent a jacket that can be worn whilst it’s hot out.}

Dax: {Vests?}

Coccoh: {You’re lucky a phone screen protects you from my hands.}

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Cake: I WILL RUIN YOUR HAPPINESS, NO MATTER THE COST!

Rico: My happiness?

Rico turning to Elliott: I’m happy?

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Paston: don’t talk down to me!

Dax: well I can’t talk up to you!

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Elliott: Wait, didn’t Charlie take your phone after you and quinncie wouldn’t stop texting each other?

Rico, holding his phone: yeah?

Elliott: how did you get your’s-

Rico, holding up an extra phone: why do you need one?

Elliott: IS THAT CAKES-

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Ashton: what’s a guilty pleasure?

Cake: something you shouldn’t like but like anyways.

Ashton: oh like dax?

Cake: yeah like dax- WAIT WHAT?!?

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Charlie: Why are you looking into benefits of marriage?

Ashton: Oh, dax and I are looking into getting hitched for tax reasons. Why didn't you and peach tell me about this?

Charlie: I married peach because I love her???

Ashton: Cool well I'm gonna marry dax cause it'll make rent more affordable. 

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Paston: [sighs] why am i better than everyone else?

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Baby flesh: f-f-f

Peak Lilly: honey he is about to say his first word!

Baby flesh: f…f..F…FR E SH A VOCA DO

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Diel: why do guys look so hot when they drive?

Rico: cos we’re too stupid to work the air conditioning.

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Camie, high off her ass: Yes hello 911. I’m bored you wanna chill or some shit?

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Quinncie, bleeding to death: help…. me...

Chii running in: WHAT HAPPENED?? WHO DID THIS TO YOU???

Quinncie, pointing: they… they did it..

Bei in the distance mumbling to themself: that mofo deserved it! Touching my fucking mask!

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Paston: [pulling petals off flower] she loves me. She loves me not. She loves m-

Camie, from underneath the bench their sitting on: she’s cheating on you paston

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[nxctcaelum]

It Takes Practice

    See below: a completely self indulgent fluff fic based off of this AU**. @rubatosiis for reasons

i.

    It had felt like a dream, when they'd actually met at last. Twelve years of nothing but unbelievable interaction- he'd been told for years that he was insane, there was no Prompto; Prompto was just a figment of his imagination, his method of coping from the accident as a child. Prompto was a voice, a hallucination, and he needed to let him go. No prince would be able to properly serve his kingdom by giving credence to a voice in his head, be it comforting or not.

    But college arrived and with it, so did the proof- a laugh from across the field, the abrupt realization that he'd been heard by that person. And tearing through the courtyard, he'd seen: he was there. He was real. They could finally spend time together, not just pouring over the same book, not just looking at the same sky, not just commiserating about assignments and the unfairness of their teenage years together. There was proximity; there was an intimacy to it. And it made all of his uncertainty, everything he'd been feeling, but unable to reason or articulate for so long.... so real as well. 

    Frankly, that scared Noctis more than he was willing to admit.

        "I love you."

    Lucky that he was deaf. Prompto continued his work, leaned with his hand in his surprisingly mussed hair and glaring at the laptop screen as if it had wronged him. He was editing... something. If he asked Noctis, that sure did look like any other tree that he could have chosen from the courtyard, but apparently it was a piece. He was kind of grateful Prompto didn't ask him to weigh in on this sort of thing. Instead, he just watched Prompto grumble and mutter incoherently. Noctis flipped his pen in his hand, all thought of matrices and getting his homework done before the midnight deadline forgotten.

        "I love you."

    It wasn't said with real vigor, no major inflection in his tone. It was just stated like a fact, like a line delivered by a teenager attempting to navigate Hamlet for the first time. Uncertain, unsteady, experimental, the words rolled off his tongue with a look of scrutiny, as if he were weighing them on his tongue. He'd said these same words to so many others. Ignis, one of his greatest friends, albeit his adviser, had heard him say it ( ruefully, sometimes with a lilt of sarcasm, but sincere no less ). Gladio, who was totally not his bodyguard ( but would be some day ).... okay no, he'd never said it to Gladio. That just wasn't their dynamic. But it was understood- as much as Gladio would sacrifice for him, Noctis would do the same, even if they sometimes got along as well as bricks and dynamite. 

        "I love you."

    His father had heard him say it probably upwards of a million times, if he had to take a guess. Every time he hung up the phone, his father would say it, to which he would respond in kind. It was a habit, a ritual, a morbidly unspoken assurance that if something should happen to one of them, that would be their parting words. Such was the way for a Crown family, but also for a family that had experienced such tragedy in the previous years. 

    And yet for all of the times he had said it... why did it feel weird to say it to Prompto? Why did it feel like his mouth turned to cotton, like his words were not his own? Platonic 'I love you's should roll off the tongue, be as flippant as the weather. He'd seen people, even guys, do it. True, it was usually punctuated with a jab and a laugh, but it happened no less. So then...

         "I love you."

    ... are you sayin' something, Noct?

    Noctis froze, noticing for the first time that Prompto had looked up, quirked a brow. Had he noticed? Had he seen-- crap he could read lips sometimes, had he-- panic, panic, panic!- Noctis said a little too loud, "I uh-- I need to vacuum. Do you mind?"

    A moment of pause. .... Now? Prompto just shrugged, gave a tired smile. Won't bother me. He tapped his head with his finger. A little focused. Just lemme know if you need something.

    Y-yeah.

    As Prompto turned away, he exhaled, practically wilting into the chair. That was way too close. But why did it matter? Why did his heart leap into his throat at the prospect of Prompto seeing? It was true- he loved him. He... he loved...

    He needed to find the vacuum...

ii.

    He'd started viewing it as practice, after a time. Trying to slip it casually into dialogue that he knew Prompto wouldn't see, or saying it as he left a room- out loud, so that it would escape his notice. A few weeks, now, he'd been doing this, and yet it still didn't sit right. Why... For someone he'd known for so long, someone who knew him so well and gave him no allowances for his station, telling him how important he was to him should have been easy.

    "I love you." he announced as Prompto strolled by, whistling again of all things.

    You know the fact that you can still flawlessly whistle the Chocobo song despite not hearing it is kind of baffling.

    Prompto gave a small, chirping laugh, and Noctis's heart turned over in his chest. Yeah well, it was my favorite as a kid. Probably drove Mom nuts with it. Guess it's muscle memory?

You're doing it to spite me.

What you don't like chocobos?

    The look of horror outweighed the gravity of the situation, and Noctis rolled his eyes. No, you dork. He peeked down at his book. He was on the w's... He held his thumb to his lips, putting up his first and pinky finger and feigning to blow into them. Whistling.

    He saw that, Prompto- the little twinkle he got in his eyes when he signs something correctly, the way that his lips quirk, but just on the right side of his face as if he's trying not to be too excited by it. And Noctis couldn't help but return it despite his mild irritation. He never could figure out how to whistle. 

    Another laugh, and Prompto turned away again. I could teach you.

    Take the chance-- "I love you." Nope, still not right...

    The blond turned around. What's not right?

    Shit- Noctis looked back down to the book and reclined in such a way that he hid his eyes. Th-that you can whistle and not me. C'mon, where's that get fair?

    And now Prompto was the one for eye rolling. He strode over, laptop under his arm as he flopped down beside him. He leaned his back against Noctis's shoulder, flipping it open. In what world is it fair that you have an Audi at nineteen?

    This one.

    Then give me whistling.

    ... touché , bitch.

    Prompto laughed again, lightly elbowing him. You've got a foul mouth.

    Coming from you?

    .... touché , jerk.

    "I love you."

    ...... he'd just have to keep practicing.

iii.

    He supposed he hadn't meant it as a joke that first day, that Prompto could stay in his apartment. His reasoning was that, as the Farmer Scholar, he'd gotten his own room. That didn't change that the room was made for two people- a suite with a kitchen, and far too much room for him. And well... Noctis had never much cared for being alone anyway. But he'd also let it be known that there were two beds. So how did they always end up like this?

    The movie wasn't even good. Noctis fortunately always had on subtitles anyway, and Prompto was absolutely rapt in the going's on. It was... some kind of vampire drama. He'd never really been into that sort of occult thing, but at least the blond seemed interested. Noctis peered over. 

    "I love you...?"

    Still sounded off. It'd been a couple of months, and he still.. couldn't get it... Frankly it was starting to frustrate him. How long did he have to rehearse...? 

    Something up?

    .... and he'd been glaring at Prompto. Noctis blinked, a bit embarrassed, then looked back at the screen. Your movie sucks.

Prompto puffed his cheeks, and Noctis couldn't help the smirk. Hey, it's a classic!

    A classic what, flop?

    No!

    Then how is it a classic. It looks recent.

    Jeez, didn't you pick up a book before? Carmilla an older vampire tale than even Dracula.

    And you know that. Color me impressed.

    Color you rude.

    Ouch. My pride.

    Agreed to disagree, then, and Prompto crossed his arms over his chest. He turned his eyes back to the screen. With a chuckle, Noctis slid an arm over his shoulder and tugged him closer. Hey, no pouting.

    Did Prompto get warmer? His shoulders seemed tense, but Noctis wasn't going to look. Maybe his room was just warm. Noctis kept his eyes on the screen. 

    ... h-... hey, Noct?

    Hmm?

    He looked over. Prompto still wasn't looking at him. Cocking a brow, he asked, What is it?

    ... N... Nevermind. I'll tell you later.

    Aww, c'mon, don't do that. He actually kind of hated when people did that stutter-start thing with conversations, but... he hunkered down beside Prompto, squeezing his shoulder a little. Fine, just don't forget.

    Don't worry. I could never.

    Noctis smiled and muttered, "I love you." Prompto laid his head on his shoulder.

    He'd just have to keep practicing.

iv.

    I wanna teach you something.

    It was freezing, Noctis was cramming for finals, and Prompto, who was in none of his classes, wanted to teach him something. Noctis looked up from his book, a look of befuddled disbelief on his face. 

    ... now?! 

    That was some very emphatic nodding going on, Prompto. It was almost worrying- would he get whiplash, nodding like that? He supposed it was possible. Noctis leaned up, gesturing for Prompto to sit across from him. The photographer, instead, slid into the chair beside him, pulling up to sit in front of Noctis with a determined expression. Noctis, in turn, retreated with a small scream of chair legs on linoleum. What had gotten in to him...?

    Prompto reached over, taking a deep breath as he took Noctis's hand. It's a sign. he advised. Here, this one. It's important, don't forget it. Delicately, almost with trepidation, Prompto bent in Noctis's ring and middle finger, pushing the others to extend. He held up the sign himself. Like this!

    Noctis lifted his hand, looking at the sign. This one he kinda recognized, but... What is it? And why was it so important that he had to learn it this second?

    ... and why was Prompto absolutely scarlet? It only showed worse against the light, heather gray of his sweater, his freckles all but vanishing in the flush. He opened his mouth, and Noctis quirked a brow. "I-.." And his eyes widened. Was Prompto trying to talk? 

    He dropped the sign, waving his hands. You don't have to say it, dude-

Yes I do!

    Prompto's eyes squeezed shut, and Noctis swore he could see the start of frustrated tears. His heart sank. What was this? He reached out, placing a hand on Prompto's shoulder. Hey, it's--

        "I- I love you--"

    Noctis froze. The words were halting, almost stumbled over- it was how Prompto spoke, and one of the reasons he tended not to. He hadn't been able to hear since he was six; it'd be hard to replicate sounds from that long ago. And yet... had he just....

    Prompto wasn't looking at him. ... that's... what it means... I...

    ... you son of a bitch.

    Prompto's eyes snapped open, horror rinsing over him as if someone had turned the shower to arctic on him. Noctis, however, was smirking with a wolfish confidence. Well, this wasn't so difficult now-

    He reached over, wrapping a hand carefully around Prompto's neck as he pulled him in. Prompto probably looked as alarmed as ever, and Noctis's heart swelled and hammered between the anxiousness and excitement of the moment. But he didn't pull away- that was what was important as Noctis pressed his lips to Prompto's. He didn't pull away.

    When they did part, Noctis let out a small laugh. He pressed his forehead to Prompto's. ... do you have any idea how long I've been working on that?

    And now he'd been beaten. Practice, it seemed, didn't always make perfect.

    ** As children, both Noctis and Prompto were left comatose, Noctis from a major car accident, Prompto from illness. The illness left Prompto deaf, while Noctis went through major therapy to regain his ability to walk. Through this time, he and Prompto, who had met through this coma, bonded, spoke mentally to one another. Both vehemently defended that the other was real, but had doubts. It wasn’t until the two actually met in college that their doubts were abated and their true relationship could bloom.