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rudystopit · 3 years

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Study Date

[iida Tenya x f!reader]

summary: you and the other girls started making bets on who the class rep. has a crush on. you decided you’d find out yourself.

*all characters are third years*

warning: nsfw but wholesome, stripping, squirting, overstimulation, praising, and fingering.

wc: 3.4k

You sat with mina and momo at lunch. they sat quietly. You look around. You see the class rep. You two make eye contact and he shyly waves. You flash a bright smile and wave back. You turn back to the other two.

“Let’s make a bet,” you say. You catch their attention. “Who does Mr Iida Tenya have a crush on?” You smile.

“$5, no one,” momo says, “he seems like he’d be the type to say ‘he doesn’t have time’” she laughs.

“$10 Uraraka,” mina says. You write down their bets as the rest of the girls show up.

“Whatcha writing?” Uraraka asks, looking at the paper.

“Bets, want in?” You tell her. you move the notebook so she can see it.

“What are we betting on?” Tsuyu asks, sitting next to mina.

“Who Iida likes,” mina laughs, “I said Uraraka,” Uraraka’s face goes red.

“$5 y/n,” Jirou says, sitting down next to momo.

“Why me?” you ask.

“he stares at you all the time,” Jirou says.

“yeah,” all the girls say.

“i change my bet,” mina says. “$10 on y/n.”

“how about i ask him on a date and you guys pay me the bets, since you guys all think he likes me,” you sneer.

“ok,” mina says.

“fine. $5 each,” you say, getting up. you walk over to where iida is sitting. he’s reading and he looks up to see you. he smiles.

“hello, y/n,” he says sweetly.

“hey, i need help studying for that test. can you help me out?” you ask.

he smiles and says he wouldn’t mind and to come by his dorm this afternoon and he’ll help you. you thank him and walk back to the table. they all act natural when you turn around.

“so?” tooru asks.

“i’m going to his dorm tonight to study,” you sit down and they talk about what think is gonna happen. they start another bet if you’re gonna sleep with him or not.

that afternoon, you walk to his dorm. you wore a simple hoodie and some shorts. you held your books in hand. you didn’t need help on study but it was the only thing you could think of on the spot that didn’t sound to “datey.”

you knocked on his door. you heard some shuffling and the door opens. he stood in the doorway with a white shirt and some sweats. you smile. “hey, y/n, come in,” he opens the door wider.

his dorm was super clean. like show room clean. you doubt there’s even a speck of dust. damn he must clean everyday. you sit at the coffee table and he sits on the side next to you. he opens the textbook and starts reading what the test is going to be about. you zone out to his calming voice. you start to drift off to sleep.

“y/n!” he yells. you snap awake. “really? you asked for help,” he’s voice is rough.

“sorry, it just so boring,” you huff. you put your head on the table. he looks at you. a small smile creeps onto his face. you shoot up with an idea. “let’s make it a game!”

“like what?” he asks. you smile.

“ok, hear me out, every question i get right, i get to ask you a question wrong, one piece of clothing off,” his face gets red, “your choice of clothes, if you want,”

“no,” he almost yells. his face is super red.

“come on tenya~” you beg. “studying is so boring so let’s make it fun!”

“n-no y/n,” he stumbles. you give up and put you’re head on the table. you play with your hands, embarrassed. he probably hates you now, you thought. “well, maybe we could,” you turn your head to him. “w-we could try it. i just don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he played with his hands.

“ok,” you answered.

“ok, umm,” he asks a question about the cell structure. you messed up the er and golgi body. his face goes beat red when he had to pick something for you to take off. “s-shorts, i guess, you don’t want to it’s fin-“ you stand up and pull them down and toss them to the side. you plop back down.

he asks about aerobic respiration. you answer correctly. “shirt,” he pulls it over his head. he looks away as you look at his toned abs.

he asked about the main parts of the cell. “easy, membrane, nucleus, and ctyoplsm,” you answer. “left sock” he gives you a weird look and pulls off his left sock.

“ok describe a lysosome,” he asks. he leans his elbows on the table as you described something and is totally not even close to a lysosome. “wrong,” he smiles. “give me your left sock,” he smiles. you take it off and throw it at him.

“here’s an easy one,” he says

“hey i’ve gotten two correct so far!” you yell.

“ok, do you want a hard one?” he leans over to you. “you really want me to take your clothes?”

your face goes red. “just ask the question.”

“where are organelles found?” he asks.

“in the cytoplasm,” he smiles.

“let me guess, my right sock,” he laughs. you hold out your hand. he pulls it off and hands it to you. “described cell theory,” you ramble on about cell theory but you miss a small part. “ooh so close but you missed apart, hand over the sock,” you glare at him and give him your right sock.

he asked about the parts of a nucleus. you answer. you almost didn’t get it right up, but you caught yourself. “well, gimme the pants,” his face is bright red the whole time he takes off his pants. he sits back down and won’t look you in the eyes. you’ve never seen his legs up close or with out the mufflers. you let your hand crease his calf. he tenses up. he crosses his arms and closes his eyes as you feel his leg.

“does it ever hurt?” you ask mindlessly.

“sometimes,” he answers. “not my legs but the rest.” you’ve heard about his quirk but you never could fully understand it. “let’s get back to studying,” his tone felt serious. he asks about the mitochondria and you say some dumb shit.

“come on. it’s literally the easiest thing to remember,” he yells.

“damn i’m sorry,” without thinking you take off your hoodie and hand it to him. he freezes and his face goes instant tomato red. you completely forgot what bra you were wearing. the lacy black one that you only wear when it’s a special occasions or laundry day. your cheeks get hot as he stares. “next question!” you yell.

“uh... ummm... oh, here, which organelle’s function is likely to be impaired because of an mutation?” he asks trying not to look at you.

“i don’t know ribosomes,” he looks at you with wide eyes. ha you got it right.

“c-correct,” he stumbles. he straights get up.

“the glasses! four eyes!” you’re beyond red. you hold out your hand. he takes them off. you stare at him. he only got hotter. he looks at you squinting.

“what?” he asks.

“n-nothing, next question!” you say looking away.

“Which of the following observations tells her that the organism is eukaryotic?” he asks with the book inches away from his face.

“ughh ribosomes again?” you say. he squints at you.

“no,” he quickly looks away and holds out his hand. you take off your bra and hand it to him. he looks at it and squints. face, red. he drops it. “bad time to ask for my glasses back?”

“iida tenya did you just flirt with me!” you joke.

“n-no i meant to read the questions!” he gets all fluster. you put the glasses across to him. he puts them on and blinks a few times. then he looks at you. his mistake because he instantly looks away with a mad blush.

you laugh and crawl over to him. he refuses to look at you. you grab his chin. he looks at your face only. “it’s okay, tenya. i don’t mind,” you drop his chin and grab his hand. you bring it up to your chest. he doesn’t know what to do at first but he looks down and starts squeezing it softly. his cheeks are super red. you smile at how cute he is. his hand drops and he turns tkt be book.

“well we should get back to work,” you decided not to fight it and sat down and waited for the question. “are you single?”

“yes,” you answer. “hey that correct!” you joke. he looked at you like deer in headlights. “i’m joking. also why would i ask to play this game if i dating someone?”

“i don’t know,” he says shyly. “What type of microscope would be most effective for studying a living cell?” he asks.

you thought a little bit then answered magnifying glass. he looks at you. “wrong” you got up and then turned around. you slowly pulled down your panties. you tossed them at him which he dodged. you laugh and sit back down.

“umm, Which of the following choices correctly describes the composition of a ribosome?” he asked.

“contains RNA, proteins, and... lipids?” you ask. he pinched the bridge of his nose, he sighs.

“no,” he looks at you. “what now?”

“hmm. you seem like you’ve never touched a girl so i guess everyone i get wrong you can explore?”

he’s overwhelmed. he’s way over his head. you broke him. “n-no,”

“fine ask me a question about myself,” you say leans back on your elbows. your whole body on display. he couldn’t help but stare.

“Based on the diagrams, which organism(s) are eukaryotic and why?” he slides the book to you. you sit up and stare. he soaked in every inch of your body.

“2 and 3? cause? they both have the tails?” you questions.

“come on y/n,” he huffed. “are you doing this on purpose?”

“yes,” you answer bluntly. he’s jerks back stunned.

“what do you mean?” he asks.

“nope, one question per lost,” you wave your figure in his face.

“Which of the following junctions form a watertight seal between neighboring cells?” then he lists four things. you think about it and try remembering that lesson. you remember hearing tight junction.

you get close to tenya and you put your index finger on the band of his boxers. you whisper in his ear “tight junction,” you snap his waistband. you sit back down facing away as he takes them off. you look over your shoulder. he’s scowling at you.

he flips through the book, “What is the primary function of the rough endoplasmic reticulum?” he asks and looks at you. you stare off thinking of the answer.

“modifying proteins!” you shout. he smiles.

“okay, hit me, what something your dying to know?” he laughs leaning on the table to hide his lap.

“virgin?” you ask.

“...yeah,” he says shyly.

“awww,” you yell and put your hand on his arm.

“Which of the following proteins attach desmosomes to one another?” he asks.

“a what?”

“desmosomes are junctions that attach themselves to its neighbors,” he explains. you move closer. you warm your arms around his. he tenses up and tries to push you off.

“like this?” you laugh.

“y-yes y/n g-get off,” he gets you off.

“hmmm, connexins?” you ask.

“nope, why are you doing this?” he asks in a hella scary tone.

“because,” you answer laying down, looking at the ceiling. you turn to him. he’s rubbing his temples.

“no seriously y/n!” he yells.

“damn fine, because i wanted to know if you liked me,” you answer sitting up. you tweedle with your hand. “mina and the other girls said they catch you staring at me and we wanted to know if you liked me,” you mumble. “it’s fine you don’t and i can leave if you want,” you reach over to grab your hoodie.

he grabs your wrist, “we’re not done studying,” what the fuck is up with him and study...

you sit back down and he looks through the book. “ah, Which of the following is a function of the extracellular matrix?” and he lists stuff out.

“i don’t know, storing genetic info?” you say shrugging. you weren’t feeling this anymore. you feel exposed and kinda tired.

“wrong, do you like me?” he asks.

“i guess,” you look at your feet. “after today yeah,”

“ok, Which of the following statements is true regarding gap junctions?” he asks.

“tenya, i don’t know, can we just stop,” you ask.

“nope,” he sighs, “fine, here’s a different question, Which of the following statements regarding chloroplasts is false?”

“thylakoids are pigments found in the chloroplast that’s what give plants the green color,” you sigh.

“correct,” he says. “what’s your question?”

“can i leave?”

“no, ask a better one,” he rolls his eyes.

“fine, who do you like?” you huff looking at the book. he moves next to you and grabs your chin. he lightly kisses you. it takes a second for you to process what is going on. he pulls away. he puts his hand on the back of his neck and laughs.

“i’ve liked you for awhile now. i just thought you had i think with someone mina is friends with,” he smiles. you just blank stare at him. you brain is somehow empty but also having a million consecutive thoughts at the same time. “sorry, you can leave if you want,” he moves back to his spot on the floor.

you practically lunge at him. your arms around his neck. you sit on his lap. you smash your lips against his. he’s taken by surprise but he closes his eyes and his hands make their way to your hips. you smile into the kiss. you part your lips and swipe your tongue across his lips. he pulls away.

“sorry, i’m not tha-“ you cut him off but kissing him and shoving your tongue into his mouth. you explore ever inch and your fingers tangle in his hair. his hands explore your body. he feels every inch of your back, ass and shoulder.

you pull away with a string of silva connecting you two. “i want to,” you pause. he thinks for a second. his eyes widen and he blushes.

“are you sure?” he asks. “we don’t have to it you don’t want to,”

“do you want too?” you ask.

he looks you on his lap, “yes, a lot,” he smiles. you get off of him and stand up. you hold out your hands for him. he grabs them and stand up. he pulls you to him and you rest your head on his chest. he kisses your head. you look up at him and he kisses your forehead. he starts to walk and you stumble back. he keeps giving you small pecks around your face. you giggle as he plays with your hands while walking. the cold back hit the wall.

he leans over you. he looks down at you and smiles. you smile back.

“you’re so beautiful,” he whispers. he dips his head to your neck and kisses till he find the spot that makes you melt. he leaves it purple and he drops your hands. his hands travel down your sides and onto your thighs. he grabs them and pushes you up. you hop in his arms. he grips right under your ass

“little hands there, lover boy,” you laugh.

“i’ve been wait so long for this, let me,” he winks and carries you to his bed. he lays you down gently. he kisses your neck and leaves a trail of small kisses down your chest and to you stomach. he rubs your hips. you tangle you fingers in his blue hair.

he smiles and moves away from you. you sit up, watching him. he squats down to his dresser and shuffles the clothes around. you hear a box get ripped open. you start laughing. of course he’s prepared. he looks over his shoulder.

“you’re cute,” you say. he blushes even more and you hear the ripping of plastic. he puts the condom on and walks back to you. he leans down and cups your face. he smiles down at you.

“are you sure?” he asks. you nod. “use your words, darling,” his thumb rubs your cheek.

“yes, tenya, i’m 100% sure i want you,” you whisper. he kisses your forehead and he pushes his tip in. you moan into his chest. he’s grateful you can’t see his face. you grab his hips and pull him closer.

he stretches you out. everything about him is huge so why wouldn’t his dick be just as big. you squeeze your eyes shut and moan louder into his chest. he bottoms out.

“are you ok?” he asks.

“yes ten,” you smile. he leans down and kisses your cheeks and travels down to your neck. he kisses your collarbone. you roll your hips slightly and tenya’s breathing hitches. you move him hips and he takes control. he slowly thrusts in and out. you wrap your legs around his hips. your arms snake around his back. he hugs you and picks up the pace.

“damn, y/n you feel so good,” he whispers. he starts slamming into you. you claw into his back and moan into his neck. “god you sound amazing,” he loves how your pussy clenches around him. he starts groaning in your ear and he comes. he lays on your and pants on your neck. he pulls out and walks to the bathroom.

you hear the water running from the sink. you lay there. he comes back and crawls in bed behind you. his huge arms wrapping around you. he kisses the back of your neck. he picks you up and sides underneath you. he’s sitting up against the headboard and you’re snuggled into his chest. one of his hands slides down your stomach. he slips two fingers in between your folds. he rubs a small circle around your clit. you bite your lip and move your legs wider. he keeps one of his arms across your chest.

“come on, darling, i want to hear you,” he says and moves his fingers faster. you let out a breathy moan. he kisses your shoulder. he moves his two fingers to your entrance. he slips them in. you out his name. he pumps his fingers for a little bit then curls them. you try to arc your back but his arm holds you against his chest.

his fingers rub against the rough part of your pussy. he moves his fingers at an inhuman speed. you moan out, “come on princess, come on my fingers,” with that you come undone on his fingers. he keeps his pace and you ride out your high until you feel like you have to pee. he keeps going.

“tenya, too much,” you moan out gripping onto his arm and wrist. he keeps going. yelled out and you felt a liquid flow out of you. you pant and you bury your face into his arm.

“yes, good girl,” he pulls his fingers out of your aching pussy. you watch him rub his fingers together with the slick fluid. he kisses your neck. “don’t worry baby. i just know the female body,” he kisses your shoulder.

he scoops you up bridal style and walks you to the bathroom. he sits you on the toilet while he starts a bath. you head swirl and you felt like passing out. you hang your held and close your eyes. tenya moves to sit in between your legs. his arms wrap around you waist. you put your hand on his head. you pet his soft hair. you two sat like that for a few minutes.

he moves away and feels the water. he takes your hands and pulls you up. he kisses your forehead. he pulls your closer into a hug.

“you’re amazing,” you whisper. he chuckles and pulls away. he climbs into the bath and follow in with him. you lay your head on his chest and the warm water relaxes your muscles. his arms are wrapped tightly around you arms. you played with his fingers. you drift off the sleep.

a warm sun hits your face. your eyes slowly open and your met with a sleeping tenya. you smile and shuffle closer to him. he smiles and grabs your waist and pulls you to his chest. you kiss him. he kisses back and opens his sleepy eyes.

“that’s a great way to wake up,” he mumbles. you giggle and snuggle into his chest.

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 3 years

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Into The Unknown, Part 1

... I have no self-control do not perceive me

Marinette stared at the pile of bright red, yellow, and green clothes on the ground. It was all she’d done in the five-ish minutes since she’d portaled onto the scene. Just… stared.

It wasn’t like there was much else to do, anyways. Red Robin was currently beating the absolute fuck out of the person that had the audacity to disintegrate his brother right in front of him. It wasn’t like she could even fix it because the witch had been out cold before she had been able to pull Red Robin off to get a hit in so she could use her lucky charm.

So, she stared.

It was weird. She could almost feel a person inside the clothes but… maybe that was the residue or the ashes or whatever gets left behind when you zap a person out of existence? She didn’t really want to check, to be honest. Gross.

Eventually, though, she hesitantly leaned down and brushed her hand over it, trying to find the energy and get rid of it because it was really uncomfortable --.

… oh hell no that pile of clothes did not just fucking giggle at her.

She narrowed her eyes and carefully lifted up the bottom of the shirt, only to yelp and fall back. She scrabbled on the gross Gotham alley ground until her back hit Red Robin’s arm and he was forced to pause or risk hitting a meta (which would not have been good for his health).

“What?” He hissed.

She swallowed thickly. “That’s a child.”

“... what?” Red asked, all the anger bleeding from his tone in his confusion.

“We let Batman’s kid turn into a baby,” she whispered… then, it sunk in more. “We let Batman’s kid turn into a baby.”

He straightened on top of the thing that was really more bloody pulp than person at this point. “What do you mean ‘we let Batman’s kid turn into a baby’?”

But she didn’t really get a chance to answer because the baby chose that exact moment to be sick of being suffocated under all the armor and pushed it off.

Red Robin gulped. Because, yep, that was Robin as a baby. Batman was going to kill them.

Except he wasn’t going to kill them. Because Batman doesn't kill. No, Batman would find something even worse and that would suck.

The baby -- Robin? Should she still call him that mentally? -- giggled at their pain. Like an asshole.

They were so fucked.

He’d let B’s favorite kid get turned into a baby. Was there a way to get unadopted? Because if there was it was totally going to happen. Or maybe his dad would just cut him off because he was 19 now and could just get kicked out.

No. Nope! Not going to happen. No. He could fix this.

“Okay. Okay okay okay. We need a plan,” he heard himself saying.

Ladybug scoffed. “We? I was barely even here, this is on you.”

“Leave me alone to deal with this and I swear to god I will tell B that you did it.”

She paled. “You wouldn’t. No way.”

“Yes way. So, help me think of something.”

The baby giggled and started crawling over and both of them averted their eyes because, unfortunately, the child did not get baby clothes to go with his random transformation. Baby Damian didn't seem to care as he reached them and started climbing on Ladybug since she was closest. At least it wasn’t him. He did not want to see his adoptive brother’s… ew.

Ladybug made a gagging sound and then quickly summoned a lucky charm. She kept her face turned away as much as her neck would physically allow as she fumbled her way through swaddling the child in a polka-dotted blanket.

And then her shoulders slumped a little. “Great. Great. This is… great,” she muttered, picking up the bundle o’ baby.

He let himself look down now that it was safe.

“Alright, we need to go to another dimension where time moves faster,” Ladybug said after a few seconds. “And then we wait for him to age… fifteen-ish years. Best way to not make Batman notice.”

“... what about us? We also age.”

“Huh…? Oh. Right. You’re human.” She pulled off the glasses she was wearing and blinked a few times before handing it over. “Congrats on your upgrade. The tiny horse god is named Kaalki. She likes cake.”

“The tiny --?” He let out the world’s manliest screech as his eyes landed on the floating bug horse hybrid thing holy shit no no no no no the sci fi movies didn’t prepare him for this shit.

Kaalki looked a little offended but then her eyes landed on the baby and she gasped. “Aw, baby humans are always so cute.”

“Great, Kaalki, you take it,” said Ladybug.

Kaalki did try, to her credit. It just so happened that the approximately one-year-old baby was a lot bigger than the… whatever she was. Tim was refusing to believe that this was a god. Too many implications. He already had something to have a breakdown over, he didn’t need another thing right now, thank you very much.

Tim rested his head in his hands but he had more things to worry about than the blood that he was accidentally streaking through his hair.

“Okay. Okay. We can go to another dimension and try and raise him. Maybe we can make it have a ratio of one month here for every year there so any differences could be blamed on that.”

“Ya!” Said baby Damian. He probably didn’t actually know what was going on but he sure seemed excited so that was cool.

Ladybug sighed and nodded. “Great. You get food and money and clothes and I’ll take this lady to the cops… and I guess I’ll watch the kid until you get back because your dad cannot know.”

They shook on it.

This may be the dumbest idea that she’d ever had, and that was saying something. She didn’t know if she could trust Red Robin on this one, they hardly ever worked together. What if he just left her alone with this kid and let her try and figure this out on her own?

No. He wouldn’t do that. He was the last person known to be with Robin. Robin going missing would be bad for him, too. And, besides, she was pretty sure that he was a duty-driven person based on what she’d heard, she just had to hope that he saw this as his duty, too.

She turned the baby in her arms to get more comfortable as she waited for him to (hopefully) come back.

Part of her wanted to try and find someone from this world to reverse this but she didn’t know any outside of her, Adrien, Alix, and (now) Red Robin. Not on a personal level. Not enough that she knew for sure that they wouldn’t blab to Batman about it.

So, no, this is what she was doing.

But she had things to do. So, she pulled out her yoyo-phone-hybrid-thingy and wedged it against her ear.

“Chaton,” she said the moment he picked up. “You’re alone, right?”

“Uh… yeah?”

“Great. I, Ladybug, relinquish the Miracle Box and name Chat Noir the new guardian.”

“WHAT --?!” He didn’t get to finish as a box dropped on his lap and knocked the wind out of him.

“Just for, like, a year and a half. Sorry. Bye!”

“DON’T JUST ‘BYE’ ME WHAT THE --?!”

She hung up and closed the yoyo, hooking it back to her belt and ignoring it when it started buzzing again.

She looked down at Robin, who was squinting up at her. She returned the squint. Why was this baby so quiet? She didn’t get it. Surely, he should have been crying at this point.

“Do you still… remember things?” She asked, hoping against all hope that maybe he had retained his memories at the very least.

Robin smiled at her, but it was the blank-eyed baby smile that meant he wasn’t really understanding her. She bit down a curse.

Great. So, she’d not only gotten a baby but she’d gotten a fucking weird one. Great.

Tim left a note for his family saying that he, Damian, and Ladybug were bored and were going dimension hopping. His family would probably be suspicious but, hey, at least it wouldn’t be his problem for a good fifteen years on his end.

And, yeah, he knew this was probably one of his dumber plans but… it wasn’t the dumbest. And he was always one to commit when it came down to it. One time he had faked being shot and dealt with crutches for an entire year just to convince Vicki Vale that he wasn’t Red Robin. He had no fears that he couldn’t see this through.

Ladybug, though? A total mystery. She did nearly everything on a whim as far as he knew. She hopped from city to city fighting crime for absolutely no reason outside of boredom and made up all of her plans on the fly. No, he was a bit concerned about her ability to keep doing it.

So, he went as quickly as he possibly could. There was no rhyme or reason to what he was grabbing. He was just… putting stuff in there. There was money and three watches to help them move between dimensions, yes, but there was also a fanta orange and a copy of Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy and exactly seven pairs of socks.

… yeah, he had the necessities. Probably.

He nearly got out the door before he realized he was still in his crime-fighting gear and he quickly shucked it all off and tossed it into the tub so the blood wouldn’t track any more than it already had. He did not need to avoid Batman’s wrath only to end up on the receiving end of Alfred’s.

He pulled on the first hoodie and jeans he could grab and looked around to make sure he hadn’t left anything of importance.

Okay. Now he was ready to go.

Marinette was awkwardly bouncing the baby when Red Robin finally showed up.

… not that she would have recognized him if she hadn’t felt Kaalki hovering in his pocket. In her eyes, he was just a random white guy wearing shades in the middle of the night.

She glanced up at him and gave him an awkward smile.

“Ready?”

He smiled back and held out two watches. Neither fit baby Robin so she prepared herself to choke out a literal baby holy fuck what even was her life.

“Which dimension should we go to?”

“Preferably one without miraculi,” Marinette said. “I don’t want to know what happens if there’s two of the same god in a dimension.”

He nodded slowly. “Probably best if Batman doesn’t exist, either, he’d probably notice my existence.”

“... so… no heroes at all?”

“Looks like we’re going cold turkey,” Red Robin said in a tone that was probably supposed to be joking but just came out flat.

She pushed herself to her feet and waited as he scrolled through the millions of dimensions.

Finally, he came upon one and she added the coordinates to her and Robin’s watches.

She readied Robin’s watch against his neck and tried to ignore the kid’s sudden squirminess.

“3… 2… 1…”

They were gone in a whirl of blue light.

~~~~~

@nathleigh @peachmuses

#yes i wrote timari parenting dami #for no reason #while in the middle of a completely different fic #but listen #... its cute??#yeah no i have no excuse #i just wanted to write cute things ;-;#into the unkown #maribat #timari #timmari #timinette #shutterbug #tim drake #red robin #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug

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corpsebasil · 3 years

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Easily Replaced | Part 4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

You’d let Pekka Rollins live.

After years of planning, of seeing his face in dark corners and cobwebs and in your worst nightmares you’d finally, finally had a knife to his throat. And you’d let him go.

"This is bullshit." You grumbled, pacing around the entrance to the Slat with a frown on your face.

The guards refused to let you in and your window had been bolted shut. Kaz was serious—he wanted you out and you still knew nothing about the heist, nothing about how you were going to cross the Fold, and nothing about how your mental health was going to stay well during the kind of stress Kaz was putting you through.

"Mrs. (Y/L/N)," a voice murmured and you whirled, one knife clutched tightly in your fingers as you glared at the messenger boy across from you. To his credit, he hardly flinched. "Vivi has a job for you—"

"Tell Vivi to kiss my ass." You grumbled, kicking dirt at the Slat once more before spinning on your heel and walking away. The messenger scrambled after you, tugging his hood higher over his hair as you both crossed under lamplight.

"She said it's important. It's about someone who can get you across the Fold.

You paused and the messenger almost knocked into you.

"Cross the Fold?" You asked, looking at him, and he nodded once, shoving a paper towards you.

"This is the address. She said you might have some...competition. You ought to hurry."

You thought you ought to strangle the messenger boy if he wanted to rush you, but you turned away and slipped into the shadows anyways.

This had to be a joke.

You eyed the paper in your hands and then glanced back up at the house, raising an eyebrow. This was the home of the elusive 'Conductor', the man Vivi swore would take you across the Fold to get...whatever you were supposed to be getting?

Should you knock, or—

"Hello?" A male voice called out and you ducked, practically diving into the rose bushes to avoid his stare out the front windows.

After a moment he disappeared from view and you huffed, taking a quieter window route to sneak in the house. You’d been expecting something grander for a criminal mastermind that had crossed the Fold too many times to count. Maybe a manor, or a small castle, but this—you sniffed and wrinkled your nose as you slid the window shut behind you, slinking your way through the darkened hallways.

Was that mold in the corner?

You adjusted your mask and pulled out a knife, wondering absently how you were going to play this one. You could see him in a parlor-like area, counting papers and skimming book logs with an awkward humming tendency. The whole house smelled like stew—you thought that maybe he'd share if you were nice.

"Seventeen, twelve, uh...thirteen-point-five," the man continued. He was stout and resembled a librarian with a horrific mustache, but you didn't think that was anything you couldn't fix. "Nope, sorry Anatov, no room for you."

You stepped forward, rolling your wrist to stretch, when a figure streaked out of the darkness and socked Conductor in the face. You crouched, eyes widened, and stared at the cloaked figure. Competition.

"I need him too," you called out, tightening your grip on your knife, and seconds later the figure whirled.

You heard the zing of a knife seconds before it hit you and you gasped, lurching to the left. A snarl left your throat and your cheek was on fire. That bitch.

"I don't want to kill—" the figure, the girl, started, but you were already on top of her.

The two of you rolled, knives and teeth and shouting, both of you highly trained fighters and both of you abandoning all sense of reason. The girl managed to get a good grip on you and straddle you, pinning you to the floor with one hand on your throat.

"Who are you?" The girl demanded, glaring down at you, and you realized two things:

One, the Suli girl on top of you was absolutely stunning.

Two, it was a shame you had to kill her.

"I was just wondering the same thing." You gritted out, slipping a knife from your waistband and aiming it for the girl's thigh. All it would take was one deep cut to the femoral artery and—

"Don't." A voice broke through the tension and two knives went sailing for the doorframe. Kaz froze in surprise and the girl jolted, whirling to face him. "She's just here for him." He pressed, stepping cautiously over to you both, and you briskly knocked the shorter girl off of you.

"What the Saints is going on, Brekker?" You demanded as you leapt to your feet, rolling another throwing blade over your fingers just in case the Suli girl wanted to straddle you again. You weren’t sure you’d be entirely opposed.

"She's—"

"Oh my god. This is—" your head whipped around and you glared daggers at the girl, the dots connecting faster and faster. "sweet Saints, I'm going to murder you."

"Try me—"

"No one is killing anyone." Kaz spat, stepping forward between you two. You thought he looked a bit worse for wear, his eyes gathering shadows underneath them like greedy wraiths. "You two are the best spies I have—" you snorted, "—and I'd like to keep you both in one piece."

"Not an hour ago you wanted me gone. Now I'm the best spy you—"

"You're Sankta Riipka." The girl interrupted, Inej, apparently, and you shot her an annoyed glance. "How can you allow yourself to be called that? You're not a Saint."

"Do you think I asked for that title, ma'am?"

"What is going on?" A voice huffed and Inej and you both whirled, irritated glares on your faces.

"Can you shut up—" you started, at the same time Inej began with, "You sold children to brothels—"

"He's the Conductor, Inej." Kaz seemed unusually ruffled and you ignored him, casting a surprised look in Inej's direction.

"He sold children to brothels?"

"He sold people to the White Rose."

"I liberate families fleeing the war—!"

"Inej, (Y/N), stop." Kaz strode further and smacked the tip of his cane onto the Conductor's chest, a sneer on his handsome face. "This man is our way to Alina Starkov. Inej, Heleen was using you to sabotage our mission. (Y/N), I'm assuming Vivi was doing the same. But this man is worth more to us alive—and you both are worth more alive than at each other's throats."

"You'd choose him over my freedom?" Inej demanded, and your heart-rate sped at the implication.

"You assume it's one or the other." Kaz said, severe gaze on hers, and you felt a sliver of something green and cold run down your spine.

"Party's over." You snapped and slipped past them both, yanking the conductor to his feet. "Sir, I've got a job for you. Get me across the Fold."

"You'll go with us." Kaz said, eyeing you, and you wanted to say no.

You should've said no—all he'd been doing the past several hours had been him begging you to leave. Now, he wanted you to stay. But if this meant you’d get across the Fold on his coin, searching for Alina Starkov—whoever she was—then you were just that much closer to buying your own freedom.

Freedom Inej was clearly being promised over your own.

"Fine." You mumbled, eyeing the Conductor with a feral grin. "Let's cross."

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vanchlo · 4 years

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Effervescent

Blurb Synopsis: During your break, instead of going to the stuffy staff break room, you wander outside into the cool air by the waterpark. Unbeknownst to you, there you meet a bubbly stranger in the hot tub, and never again is your life the same.

Genre: 2015 Harry, fluff, and romance.

Word Count: 4.6k words

Pairing: Harry x Reader

Music Inspo: Champagne Supernova by Oasis (click to listen bc I love this song and it fits the theme I think?)

P.S. - Funny story, I found this in my Notes and I had started writing this in 2016. Crazy. I liked rereading it and figured I’d finish it, so don’t be too hard on me, please. Enjoy! ;)

It was the dead of winter, but you couldn’t spend any more time inside, or in that lousy closet of a break room with your coworkers for another minute. They were well past getting on your last nerve, and you weren’t going to let them ruin your one slice of ‘me time’ today.

Squeaky children’s voices and the sound of water hits your ears as you take a shortcut. The door opens with a little punch! when you press on the horizontal bar. Cold air meets your clammy skin quickly, refreshing you. A sigh of relief leaves your lips as your sweaty back meets the cold surface of the glass door. Pebbles grind beneath your feet and birds caw in the distance. When you turn to look around like any regular human being, you almost run right back into the door when you see the head of brown hair a few feet away, bobbing out of the water.

“Didn’ mean t’ scare ya, love, ‘m sorry,” the mannish-boy says, pushing his long wet hair off of his face with his ringed fingers.

“N-No it’s fine. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude, I’ll just-.”

“No, ’s okay. Ya gonna have a smoke or sumthin’?” he questions. Your head goes from side to side in answer. Meanwhile, he nods as steam rises from around him out of the round bubbling hot tub he sits alone in. His tattooed arms float on the surface, moving with the water slowly.

“I was just getting some air on my break. I couldn’t stand to be in the break room not getting a minute to myself alone.”

“Ah, I can’ blame ya. I hate people like that when ‘m not in tha mood, they’re bloody annoying. Neva shut up, it seems,” he quips, his long pink lips spreading into his flawless white smile.

“Yeah, you have no idea.”

He continues to smile at you, and the nagging thoughts poking at your mind all day are gone for a moment. “Why dontcha come over here? Gimme some company, how ‘bout?” he suggests, trying to wave you over. Water falls fast and long from his tall round bicep. Yeah, nope.

“I don’t think I should,” you respond, but those words couldn’t be further from the truth.

“Ah c’mon, love, ‘m bored as fook by meself out ‘ere. Come talk t’ me, will you?” he says, moving slowly. Part by small part, you see more of his tan chest as he sits on the underwater bench with his back against the dark tiles. Black swallows fly under his collarbones, and a gleaming silver necklace surrounding his throat dangles down his chest.

“I don’t want to get in trouble, or something.”

“Yer not gonna cuz yer not botherin’ me. Even if somebody said anythin’, why would I have any reason t’ back ‘em up, huh? Yer not causin’ me any harm, and I wann’ talk t’ ya,” he continues, and it’s hard to refuse. He’s a good negotiator, and you’re slowly becoming an icicle second by second.

“Aren’t you here with anybody?” you ask as your feet slowly pad on the gray cement over to him. He leans forward absentmindedly playing with the bubbles, while still keeping eye contact.

“No,” he answers softly with a helpful shake of his head. Your eyes follow his hands that cup some of the bubbly foam in his long fingers.

You sink to your knees and then your butt when he gives you a look. His green eyes hold a question as his thick brown eyebrows furrow along with his rose lips. Wincing when your butt touches the cold cement, you cross your legs as your arms go around your tall legs.

“Here,” he mumbles out of nowhere. A fluffy white hotel towel lands at your side in a blink. “Don’ wantcha t’ freeze yer bum off.”

Your lips drop a short ‘thanks’ as you awkwardly place it under your bottom to ward off the cold. You make the mistake of meeting his eyes and you giggle a rosy cheeked laugh.

“Wha’?”

“Nothing,” you sigh with the laugh beginning to wear off, cheeks pinched with red and warmth.

“Ya got a pretty smile, ya know that?”

“You’re so cliche, do you know that?” you reply and he scoffs, with a held out ‘ruuuude’ leaving his happy lips. “But thank you.”

The hot water bubbles against the side only inches away, so close and yet so far away. Your sweaty Converses and gross socks covering your clammy feet itch to join him. A black polo shirt and khaki skinnies don the rest of your shivering body. A tinge of awkwardness hangs in the air between you and this stranger. Frequent shared glances holding tiny smiles and questions you know the both of you want to ask float between you.

“How long have ya worked here?”

“Too long,” you quip, and his lips turn up again. You realize that you really like it when you make him smile, no matter how little. He has a pretty smile, and it goes past the chill and warms you up to the bone.

Water droplets cling to his skin every place and everywhere. The heat in the water flushes his skin, especially his cheeks which remain a soft pink. It doesn’t compare to the warm pink of his lips that he plays with, with both his tongue and his fingers. Please never wake me up from this dream.

You play with the frayed laces on your black low tops, the muffled screams from inside tickling your ears along with the somewhat calming sound of the bubbling water. It invites you in, more and more.

“C’mon, you,” he mumbles. You look up, startled to find him sitting before you, floating in the water. His wet hands wrap around the tan ankles of your pants, and you nearly yelp.

“What do you think you’re doing?!”

“Get yer shoes off already, at least dip yer toes in. Makin’ me feel all bad, cuz ya look like yer freezin’ yer bits off sittin’ there. I wish ya could come in with me,” he replies. By now, he’s already worked one of your shoes off.

“No, please. You don’t want to do that.”

“Yesssss, I do. They’re jus’ feet, darlin’, we all have ‘em,” he titters, flinging the shoe to the side and then the other one. That leaves you in a mismatched pair of ankle socks; blue and red stripes on the left and a Batman one donning your other foot.

He makes a grinning comment about ‘your cute socks’ as his warm fingers tickle the sliver of skin between your pant leg and socks.

“Alright, buddy,” you tell him, trying to pull your legs away. His hands encircle both of your ankles and he looks back at you, grinning with his tongue poking out between his teeth.

“No, jus’ dip yer feet in, pleaseeee.”

“Okay fine, just let me take them off myself. I don’t need a stranger getting comfy feeling up my nasty feet,” you joke, looking up briefly to catch his reaction. The cute as fuck dimples in the middle of his cheeks are beginning to fall and grow deeper before a laugh rumbles through his chest.

How cute can he get?

“Suit yerself. I woulda taken up tha offer, but tha’s jus’ me.”

“That’s because you’re a weirdo,” you answer, voice breaking into a laugh as you roll up the socks into one ball and set them to the side. You thank your past self for getting that cheap ass manicure the other day.

“Takes one t’ know one,” he comments, holding his hands up like you’d do when you say ‘I don’t know’ as his wet hair begins to curl at the end. It’s long and almost touches his broad shoulders, and you continue to have a hard time believing this shit is real. That he’s real, and talking to you.

It takes a second to get used to the water when you dive in, well the few inches that swallows up your feet, give or take. You admit it feels good, but you wouldn’t admit it out loud to him, because it’d only fuel his witty fire.

He splashes water at you, but you get him back quickly. He even blows bubbles with his mouth and then spits the water at you. You retaliate by jabbing him in the side with your feet under the water. Uncalled for jokes fly from him, and sometimes good comebacks from you. These float into aloud thoughts about favorite foods, ranging from cold ice cream, to slushies, and to chocolate cake. Begging comes from his side about you ditching the rest of work and joining him for real.

It all sounded so good, and it was so good.

He’s humming some song you know but can’t put a name to, making little noises with his lips. His fingers tickle the bottom of your feet, every now and then. When you rarely take your eyes off him, you notice more about him. His skin remains flushed, and when your eyes fall to your watch, you feel yours flush too. You sense your heart drop inside your chest, which makes you feel dramatic and lame, but you can feel it there hanging heavily a little lower.

You look back to him, sitting close to you with his head leaned back on the edge of the fake rock surface. His eyes are closed and lips humming a song again. With a quiet sigh, you draw your feet back and out, drying them with the towel, trying to leave it still usable for him. Slipping your socks back on is a sticky process with grunting. At the sound of the second or third one, his swimming green eyes open and dart to you questioningly.

“What, where’re you goin’?” he asks, sitting up and turning towards me.

“I have to go back to work, my break is up.”

“What, no,” he frowns and you giggle. He’s funny, but you know he doesn’t mean it. You hardly know him, and he doesn’t even know you. It was fun while it lasted, a nice little distraction, but now you have to go back to reality.

“I’m sorry.”

“’s okay,” he replies, looking away from you and down, playing with the foamy bubbles with his pruney fingers.

“Thanks for . . I don’t know what to thank you for really.”

“Don’ worry ‘bout it. Thank ya, too,” he smiles at you as you stand up. Maneuvering your heel into your right shoe, that’s always the tricky one, it slips in after a few seconds of trying as he stares up at you. Although an understatement, it pains you to leave.

“Bye, love.”

“Bye,” you mumble quietly, walking to the door and stealing one last look at him as you open it and step inside. You’re granted to never see him again - the cute and sweet hot tub guy. No, don’t go making up nicknames for him now.

You wish that you could thank him, but you don’t even know his name.

The day dragged on, turning up rooms and putting them back together. You cleaned this and that, and everything in between. At times, you were sweating like a whore in church, and your back and feet ached constantly.

By the time your shift ended, it had grown dark and the stars were peeking out from the black of the sky. Getting off the elevator, you walk down the hall and find the lobby. Suddenly, your feet bring you somewhere else, through the emptying water park and to the fogged up door. Your fingers wrap around the cold metal bar and you prepare yourself, or try to.

What will you say? What will you do?

Slowly opening the door, you realize those few seconds talking yourself up were futile because the hot water is still. The lights in the water shine clear against the dark night with no disturbance. Because he's gone.

Turning around and walking back inside, you try to hide your frown as you go to clock out and leave. Disappointment floods your veins, making you feel stupid and pathetic. With a sigh, you walk out the doors into the cold trying to remember his laugh, and his smile.

Ones that you’ll never see again, and you hate how awful knowing that makes you feel.

The next day when you showed up for another exhausting day of work, a light shown at the end of the tunnel. Although your shift was tiring, the only good thing about getting up early was to get off early. That fact kept you sane throughout most of the day, despite the thoughts that have been nagging at you to quit this lousy housekeeping job that you’ve stuck with for far too long. Sure, it paid alright, but it was hard on your body and some of the things you had to endure were ridiculous, you thought.

Before you knew it, you were bypassing the employee break room and walking through the lobby. The keys on your lanyard jangled and only were silent when you used them to open your car. Now with a jacket around your shoulders, your steps were covered in snow on the way back to the sliding doors, that is until you heard a voice. A voice calling your name. It took you a second to realize where it was coming from, but when your eyes ventured to the left side of the building, it all clicked when you saw the steam rising into the air.

“‘s you, innit? I thought so! Hey, two days inn’a row. Come say hi, love. ‘m here all in me lonesome ‘gain,” the stranger calls to you from across the parking lot.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you mutter under your breath, but your words leak of lies as a smile curls among your lips. “I guess, but I don’t want you touching my feet again!”

“Deal, but ya gotta take off yer shoes yerself then, or else ya can’t come!”

Luckily, the hotel doesn’t have a fence or barricade around the outside hot tub like most do. Instead, a low rock wall shields it from view, but you’ve always found it tacky and worthless.

“On our break again, are we?” he hums from the confines of the hot tub as you approach him, glad for your jacket this time. You nod a reply as you grab the plastic chair somebody had dragged out here and left, both things they weren’t supposed to do. “Noooo, don’t sit so far away from me. Come dip yer toes in again, please,” he whines, waving a wet hand at you.

You relent and begin to toe off your shoes as he giggles from his spot across from you, leaning against the edge of the tub. The sight makes you feel warmer than you actually are in the December air. More tattoos peek out amongst the glistening skin of his arms spread out on the lip of the tub, resting there.

“Do you do anything besides sit in here?” you question, rolling your two socks into a ball before he hits you in the chest with a towel.

“Not really. ‘s too bloody loud inside with all tha kids, and my hotel room ‘s too quiet.”

“Wow, it sounds like you have such a rough life,” you joke, the temperature of the water surprising you when you dip a foot in. His revelation does as well, although you’re not sure why. Regardless, it still causes you to wonder if you’ve been into his room recently if only to deliver towels.

“Oh, so rough,” he confesses dramatically, arms falling into the water when he sinks down into it. You laugh at how he becomes a noodle in the water, and soon the sound is stolen away when he drifts over to you. His warm hand comes around your ankle and tickles along the bottom of your foot.

“That’s whatcha get fer bein’ mean, make me sound all shallow and that rubbish,” he teases while loud laughs and protests jump from your lips.

“Stop!” you repeat again and again until he relents, but your right foot remains in his hand as he seemingly kneels on the bottom of the hot tub.

“Hmmmm, blue toes. That’s a new one,” he hums, running a finger over one of your painted toenails that you painted teal last night.

“I said I didn’t want you touching my feet, you weirdo. Do you have a foot fetish or something?”

“No, don’t be bloody rude. I can’t comprehend how people get that kinda satisfaction from feet, sumthin’ must be wrong with ‘em,” he tsks, shaking his head of drying curls as he releases your foot. Your agreeing smile is replaced with a sad one when he disappears under the water with a groan, appearing seconds later with a tense face. “Sumtimes wish I could spend forevea unda there.”

“You must be a water bug, like me,” you note aloud, savoring the sight of his thick arms reaching to his head, pushing back his long wet hair back. Now, it touches his shoulders with the help of the balmy water.

“Think so, always loved swimmin’ since I was a kid. ‘d be in tha pool if a dozen kids weren’t hoggin’ it, and if tha winter didn’t make me feel so damn cold all tha time,” he remarks with a smile as you slip your other foot in, letting the water reach to the middle of your lower legs. “Yer a water bug too, huh?”

“Yeah, I swam competitively all throughout high school. I feel at home in it.”

“Hmmm, sounds like some kinda psychology theory t’ me. ‘m sure it’d say somethin’ happened in yer brain through all o’ that, y’know ya been in tha water so much ya feel at home in it, blah blah,” he says, bringing his golden arms to the edge of the hot tub to your right where he lays them. His stubbly chin comes to rest on them as you accidentally touch his ribs with your foot, but he doesn’t even notice, it seems.

“Thank you for the lecture, professor, it was really fascinating,” you respond, fake dramatics shining in your voice as you clap your hands. He rolls his eyes before splashing warm water at you. “Hey, I have to go back to work in these clothes, so you better not get them as wet as you did last night.”

“Ya? What’re ya gonna do ‘bout it, love?”

You reply with a tight-lipped sigh that elicits sing-song laughter from his rose-colored lips that await below you. Your eyes trail to his long torso and legs blurry under the water, short yellow swim trunks donning his waist.

The thoughts that bloom inside of your mind, like wondering how tall he is and what the rest of him looks like out of the water, escape you when you see the time.

“Noooo, don’ leave ‘gain, we jus’ got talkin’,” he whimpers when you tell him, sticking his bottom lip out at you.

“I can’t not go back to work,” you explain, drawing your feet from the warmth only to return to the chill.

A sad noise sounds behind his frowning lips, and a matching expression paints his flushed face. You wish you knew his name when he won’t let go of your leg, making you suddenly glad you had shaved them again last night after your run-in with him.

“When d’ya get off?”

“Eight,” you respond, earning a nod from him.

“Alrighty, well stop by again, I might be here.”

“Okay,” you answer simply as you slip your shoes back on, a feeling growing in your gut unpleasantly.

“Have a good day,” he smiles at you as you walk away. “And smile, cuz ya have a pretty one!”

The hallways were quiet with few guests remaining outside of their rooms, and the parties occupying the waterpark now over. The big slides and arcade were closed by the time you slipped back into the emptying cavernous room. You forced smiles at lifeguards and the coworker behind the food bar on your way to the door leading outside. The entire way there after clocking out, you seethed with regret from forgetting a swimsuit earlier today. When your feet take you outside to the fluorescent lights playing along the chlorinated water, you’re unsure which you regret worse - forgetting to bring a swimsuit, or getting your hopes up only to find his messy head of brown hair to be missing from the hot tub. Again.

You had the next day off from work, which had you thanking the high heavens to be free from that prison. You were brimming with thankfulness, and yet you found yourself standing in the hotel lobby the next morning, a bag over your shoulder holding a swimsuit and towel. Once you had gotten a day pass from a coworker, although not free as you had hoped, you wandered into the deafening waterpark. The foggy door across the large room called your name, and soon you found your palm pressed to the warm metal pushbar once again. The brisk winter air is a shock when you enter it, and you find your mission to be fruitless when the bubbling water is empty.

Your tennis shoes squeak on the slippery cement as you turn to leave. Thoughts muddle your mind, and your day depressingly empty of any plans pulls you back to the singing water. After sliding off your shoes and stepping out of your clothes, the water welcomes you in your bathing suit. At first, you’re grateful that you’re alone and no noisy kids are interrupting your peace and quiet, but it doesn’t last long. You spend the time playing on your phone and replying to text messages, even playing a game or watching a YouTube video.

Half an hour or so had passed already, and by then you had moved around the large space. This included sitting on the varying height of steps when you grew too warm, perched on the ledge with only your legs in, or sometimes almost sitting on the bottom of the tub.

Tucked in the corner near the little opening to swim in from the inside hot tub, you hear the outside door open. The first smile of your day tickles at your lips when you watch who the door spits out. He doesn’t notice you at first surprisingly, consumed by his phone in his hands. The same couldn’t be said for you as you marvel at the sight of him, and how normal of one it is. The water seems to grow hotter by the second while you watch him peel off his Fleetwood Mac shirt to leave him in those same banana colored shorts. A shotty whistle leaves your lips before a giggle follows it, and you’re graced with the arrival of his smile when he turns around to find you there.

“Hey, stranger, funny meeting you here,” you mumble, a jet of water pounding against your spine. Dimples collapse into his cheeks as his smile grows, his long chestnut hair tickling his face.

“Hullo, love. Looks like I finally got me wish,” he says, setting down his phone on the nearby glass table, right across from your own.

“Really, what’s that?”

“This,” he answers, nodding at you as he turns to face you. He sure is a sight for sore eyes, you wonder as your eyes run over his long body painted with black ink. “I can splash you all I want now,” he finishes, kicking a foot towards you as he saunters down the stairs, a spray of water hitting you square in the face.

“Hey!” you exclaim, dragging your hand through the water to hit him in the chest with it.

“So ‘s gonna be that way, huh?” he argues, dipping both hands into the rolling bubbles to drench the rest of your dry hair.

You groan loudly, and it doesn’t end when your arms go around his toned waist to yank him into the water. He falls but catches himself too late, getting dunked into the water. The chuckle leaves your lips that very second and grows louder when he emerges from the water, a disappointed look on his face as he moves his hair off his face.

“Yer a feisty one, arentcha?” he quips, wagging a finger at you, receiving your nod. “Silly me.”

The giggle dies down when nerves overcome you as he sits down beside you on the underwater concrete bench, his leg brushing yours.

“You never told me your name,” you mutter quietly, crossing and then uncrossing your legs anxiously.

“Dunno why I should afta all that,” he responds lightheartedly, still fixing his hair that refuses to cooperate much to your amusement. “‘s Harry, if ya must know.”

“Harry, hmm, that fits you,” you hum, finding the dark and light speckles in his green irises that sit so close to yours. Dark stubble lines his cheeks all over, you notice, as well as the tiny tattoos that hide amongst the larger ones claiming his body.

Your name flows from your lips and he mocks you, saying something about how you look like your name. The sound of the rolling bubbles and jets fills your absence of conversation as you lean your head back.

“How many days are you here for, Harry?” you inquire, admiring the tiny snowflakes that begin to fall, immediately melting when they hit the water.

“A couple mo’.”

A few greasy pepperoni pizzas, cherry slushies, stale tortilla chips with goopy nacho cheese, and over buttered popcorn fill the rest of your day. A few appearances on the waterslides and in the pool occupy your time, as well as him throwing you in more than once. The laughs never seemed to be shy to either of your lips, whether on the tube slide or in the corner of the hot tub.

The sun had set long ago, and your skin had grown pruney far before then. You were both exhausted after your day spent in the waterpark and in the hot tub you had returned to, the chlorinated water always seeming to get the best of you no matter your age, like now. Harry’s eyes were closed beside you, and they didn’t open when you tapped his nose with your finger. A raspy question escapes his smirking lips, and when you don’t answer them, you find tiredness adorning his greens.

“The waterpark closes soon,” you murmur, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. He nods as his long fingers card through his dark locks. He lifts a finger and inches it towards himself, calling you to him. “What?” you ask, feigning annoyance.

“Wanna tell ya sumthin,” he whispers, the sugary smell of his second cherry slushie tickling your nose. You relent and scooch closer to him, until your thigh is flush against his. “Think we could do this again t’morrow, and tha day afta that, and afta that?” he asks, a smile transforming his blushing face only inches from yours. A nod shakes the wet tendrils of your hair automatically, and quickly the prickly nervousness that had disappeared hours before, returns.

“Good, I can’t wait. Wanna go sumwhere t’ get dinna, ‘m starvin’?”

“Yeah, we should go then, the attendants will be shutting off stuff in a few minutes,” you insist, but all thoughts fleet you when his hand settles on your arm.

“That’s okay, I only need a few minutes t’ do one last thing,” he murmurs, and your eyebrows raise in question.

They remain stuck there as he nears you, and only do they relax a few seconds into the kiss he plants on your lips. The sickeningly sweet taste of artificial cherries graces your lips as yours move with his. Your cheek tingles when his hand brushes against it, drawing you nearer to him when it finds a place there. He giggles into your mouth as he knocks a foot against yours while his fingers explore your hair. His taut arm is slick under your touch and yet it feels better than you could have imagined, eliciting another titter from him when he flexes it on purpose. When he begins to pull away, your hand drifts to his sloping back. Your fingers press against his warm skin there until the taste of cherries consumes your lips once again, drowning out his name.

Maybe this job isn’t too bad, after all.

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imjustalonesomewriteblr · 3 years

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Chapter One

Word Count: 1,936

Warnings: Maybe mild language (I forget), tiny bit of violence (it isn’t described besides a bruise/mark and hinting), government people and maybe some politics (?).

Alright, this one’s three and a half weeks behind schedule, but who cares. It’s done now. So far the only criticism I’ve gotten on this one is that the dialogue in the beginning is too long and the ending is too short, so I’ll try to fix that next time. :)

Léonie enjoyed listening to Florette whistle in the morning. It was a nice, peaceful way to wake up, especially because the alternative would be a loud alarm. Today, even though it was summer, Florette was whistling a Christmas song, but Léonie didn’t mind. It still made her happy.

The room’s large windows gave the two of them a wonderful view of the lake. That was the one good thing about waking so early in the morning: everything was calm and quiet. The dim light from the moon lit the room more than their weak ceiling light ever could. A few birds sang and flew past the window.

“Good morning, Florette,” Léonie turned over and looked down from her top bunk. Florette was stretching on the floor, as she had done every morning for almost three years.

“Mornin’,” she replied.

“How did you sleep?”

“Not as well as I could’ve.”

“That is too bad,” Léonie laid on her back and looked to the ceiling. She hardly had any wall space next to her bunk, so she had resorted to decorating the ceiling.

Ms. LaPore had only allowed the volunteers to take objects home from their missions that could fit in a tiny plastic bag. This resulted in the volunteers having an unusual amount of posters and short books and not clothes or larger objects. Léonie’s ceiling was mostly covered by old movie posters and magazine covers, plus several postcards.

“We’ve gotta hurry up,” Florette tied her shoelaces, “The meeting’s early.”

“I am aware,” Léonie scooted to the end of her bed and jumped down, “Did you read over your folder?”

“Nope. I’ll do that during breakfast,” Florette said. Léonie sighed.

Léonie walked over to her dresser and pulled out her uniform: a grey shirt, black pants, and simple white shoes. She had been instructed to wear her name badge this time, so she pinned it on her shirt.

“Why don’t you wear a dress or something,” Florette was sitting on the lower bunk now, watching a deer walk in front of the window.

“I am not supposed to.” It was only then Léonie realized Florette was not completely in uniform. She was wearing a dark green flannel over her shirt and her socks were pink. Florette’s hair was in two buns, which was against Assembly policies.

“Take those off, Florette,” Léonie put her own white socks on, “and change your hair.”

“I’m going to wear my hair however I want.”

“You will be in trouble.”

“I wasn’t last time.”

“Last time, Mr. Steinberg interrupted Ms. LaPore as she was trying to discipline you. That was simply luck,” Léonie put her final shoe on and began making her bed before it was time for breakfast.

“Whatever,” Florette mumbled, laying on her back, “I don’t care.”

Léonie shook her head and sat down on the rocking chair next to the window. She picked up the book she was currently reading and opened it to the page she had bookmarked. Léonie had read Aesop’s Fables innumerous times now, but it was one of the only books she had and she didn’t want to bother Mr. Johnson for any new ones.

Within five minutes of Léonie sitting down, there was a knock on their door. Florette opened it, revealing Reese on the other side.

“Breakfast’s ready,” she said, “I wouldn’t get too excited about it, though.”

“What is it?” Florette asked.

“Water and toast. There isn’t any butter or jam, either,” Reese said.

Florette groaned and walked past Reese.

“At least it is something,” Léonie said as she exited the room. Reese shut the door behind them.

Breakfast was held in the kitchen of the main house. The main house, which was owned by Mr. Steinberg, was a large, brick building from the early 1900s. It had seven bedrooms, all of which were converted to offices, a large basement, and multiple repurposed living rooms. It also had a nice conservatory, which Mr. Steinberg and, occasionally, Danilo spent time in. The main house and the volunteer’s guesthouse were separated by a large yard, forested area, and pool.

Danilo met the tree of them in the hallways and, together, they grabbed their folders and began walking to breakfast.

“How did you sleep?” Léonie asked.

“Fine.”

“Bene.”

“That’s good.” Léonie said.

The smell of fresh grass wafted past them. The yard had been cut recently, probably for the officials who were visiting. A pool boy was taking the leaves that had fallen out of the pool and another was cleaning the stone.

As the volunteers neared the house, they could see a large group of men in suits and women in nice dresses crowded in the conservatory. Others were viewable through the windows and glass door.

“What the crap is going on here?” Florette said.

“Did you not read the stuff in your folder?” Reese asked.

“No.”

“Oh my God, you idiot.”

“If I read this stuff,” Florette motioned to her folder, “would I know who those people are?”

“Duh!”

Danilo shushed the two women as the glass doors opened in front of them.

“Volunteers, I need to speak to you in the kitchen,” Ms. LaPore whispered almost immediately after they stepped into the house. She examined their appearances quickly, before stopping at Florette, “Especially you, Travere.”

The volunteers made their way to the kitchen. It was noticeably quieter, and colder, than the entryway. The only person in the room was a maid, who was cleaning the metal counters. The room was all white except for the metal counters, which had dark red details, appliances, and chairs. There was a plant in the corner and a chalkboard, but otherwise, the room was empty.

“You’re late,” Ms. LaPore snapped, her anger visible on her face. Her red dress and black heels seemed to match to her mood perfectly, “I don’t tolerate late volunteers.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but it took a while to.. find our uniforms,” Reese said.

“Really? All of you had trouble finding one of your three pairs of uniforms?” Ms. LaPore asked, then she turned to Florette, “I see Travere he-”

“It’s Miss. Travere, Juliette.”

“Do not address me by my first name,” Ms. LaPore hissed at Florette, “I see Travere had no problem improvising.”

All eyes turned to Florette’s outfit. She pulled the legs of her pants down so that her socks were covered, but her flannel was simply unhidable.

“Do you have an explanation for your attire, Travere?” Ms. LaPore said.

“Uh, yeah, Juliette,” Florette responded. Léonie mumbled a quiet ‘Oh my goodness’ and shook her head. Florette continued, “I thought, because I’m ninety-two and not incapable, I should be able to dress myself in whatever I see fit.”

Ms. LaPore’s face turned bright red and she stormed towards Florette. Almost like they were in a cartoon, Ms. LaPore grabbed the back of Florette’s collar and began pulling her towards the other room. Before they entered, Ms. LaPore turned to the rest of the group, “I want complete silence in here until I return! Anyone who speaks will end up like Travere here.”

The door slammed behind them and the three volunteers were left alone in the kitchen. None of them spoke and they ate their toast in silence.

A man in a business suit worth more than Léonie had seen in her lifetime walked in the room quickly to grab some cups. His glare lingered on the three of them and their measly pieces of toasts as he made his way through the room. Other than that interruption, their breakfast went on quietly.

The moment Danilo finished his toast, Florette walked through the doorway. Her head was down, hiding a bright red mark on her face, and her arms were crossed in front of her.

“Ms. LaPore says to meet in the amphitheater,” Florette said as she grabbed her piece of toast and continued towards the other door.

The amphitheater was in the front woods, so that guests could not see the volunteer’s housing. It was surrounded by trees, but because of its weekly cleaning, there was no sign of dirt on the stage or seating. There was a circle stage made of bricks in a herringbone pattern. The seating was also brick, and for this occasion, cushions had been put at each of the guests’ spots. The volunteers had been placed in the very back, with only Mr. Johnson to watch over them.

After a few minutes of the volunteers mindlessly flipping through their folders and Florette refusing to talk to Léonie, Mr. Steinberg and DeBurrow began leading the guests towards the amphitheater. Some of them looked at the amphitheater in an awe-like wonder, while others, who were unimpressed with the small size, chatted among themselves. The volunteers watched as the guests filed through the rows of seating and selected their spots. Most of them already had partners and sat together. A few of them were in military uniforms.

“Good morning, ladies and gentlemen,” Mr. DeBurrow spoke. He stood behind the pedestal that was positioned in the middle of the stage. He shuffled some notecards, “I thank you all for being here so early in the morning.”

Mr. DeBurrow cleared his throat, “Did you know that 98% of the officials in this room were formerly employed by their militaries? Mr. Howard Steinberg, Mrs. Juliette LaPore, Mr. Xavier Johnson, and myself included. Yet, 100% of you still work in the governm-”

Mr. Johnson awkwardly ran down the terraced seating down to Mr. DeBurrow. He whispered something in the elder man’s ear and then returned to the volunteers.

“Excuse me,” Mr. DeBurrow, “I know you all have been out of school for years, but I need to take attendance. We’ll do this quickly.

Anyone associated with the United States Central Intelligence, please raise your hand.”

Two men raised their hands. Mr. DeBurrow crossed something out on a piece of paper and told them to put their hands down.

“British Secret Intelligence Service?” A woman who resembled Reese raised her hand along with another man.

“Polish… Agencja Wywiadu?” A woman raised her hand.

Mr. DeBurrow called out names for at least five minutes until Florette was sure he had listed every country in the world. Well, every country except two.

“Now that that’s finished,” Mr. DeBurrow glanced at Mr. Johnson, “I can continue my speech. You all are gathered here today because you are, one, the best of the best in your respective countries and, two, you are some of the few individuals aware of the troubles brewing in China and Russia.”

A wave of murmurs rushed over the amphitheater. A few individuals seemed confused at the mention of the two countries, but were quickly informed by their companions.

“As of two weeks ago, China and Russia have been at war. It started near the town of Jalai Nur and Lake Hulun, on the Northern Chinese-Russian border,” suddenly, several holograms appeared behind Mr. DeBurrow. The Assembly had installed them instead of screens because of their effectiveness and inability to get wet. Only a few of the crowd was surprised by their appearance, as holograms and projections had been used for at least a decade.

A map of Russia and China, plus several statistics, appeared on the projection behind Mr. DeBurrow. He grabbed his pointing stick and directed the crowd’s attention to the map.

“I won’t get into much detail on the attacks so far,” Léonie sighed in frustration. She wanted to know what was going on. Mr. DeBurrow continued, “but if this war between these two countries carries on any farther, the world will irreversibly be thrust into World War III.”

#assembly of absolutists #11.. 4.. 3..#writblr #writeblr #writers of tumblr #writers on tumblr #writing #my writing #chapter two #leonie gloria thalmann #florette priscille travere #danilo santo potenza #reese daisy ellis #xavier clement johnson #fiction #realistic fiction #my oc #my ocs #imjustalonesomewriteblr

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dragonsaphirareads · 4 years

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Love is Blind

Day 4 of @tsshipmonth2020 Fluffuary

Ship: Moxiety

AU: Human

Word Count: 1927

Summary: Virgil is set up on a blind date by his friends Roman and Logan, much to his dismay.

(Like listening to podfics? You can listen to this oneshot on my YT channel here!)

“I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

“Don’t talk, you’re gonna mess up your lipstick.” Roman scolded, holding Virgil’s chin tightly to keep him from shifting anymore. “There, done! My greatest masterpiece! I can’t believe it took an entire tube of concealer to cover up your eyebags. You need to sleep more!”

Virgil rolled his eyes, taking the hand mirror that Roman offered him. “Yeah, well, tell my insomnia that.” He huffed, hearing the bedroom door open behind him as he took in Roman’s handiwork.

“Do you like it? You look great, Virge! He’s gonna be head over heels the moment he sets his eyes on you! It’ll be love at first sight!” Roman squealed, clapping his hands in excitement.

Virgil grimaced. “Let’s not go that far.”

Roman pouted, turning to his boyfriend who was standing in the doorway with an amused grin. “C’mon Lo, help me out! Doesn’t he look great?”

Logan pushed his glasses up. “He looks… done up, I will say that. You certainly had fun, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, he did.”

Roman stuck his tongue out at them both. “I’m an artist! When I see a beautiful canvas, I have to use it!”

Virgil ignored the bickering that his friends devolved into, studying himself intently in the mirror. Beautiful canvas? Yeah right. Sure, he wasn’t ugly, but he wasn’t exactly a model either. He had acne scars on his nose and chin from all the picking he did at his acne, he had prominent eye bags from stress and lack of sleep that Roman had only barely managed to cover, and even all of Roman’s hair products couldn’t completely tame his thick, wild hair.

The more he stared at himself, the more anxious he got about the night ahead. How had he ever let Roman talk him into going on a blind date with some guy in Logan’s class? Virgil could barely make small talk with a chatty clerk at a retail store, how was he supposed to go on a date? And he hadn’t even given Virgil the solace of going to a movie with him, which would have at least alleviated the pressure of talking to his date.

“I can’t do this...” Virgil muttered to himself, feeling a lump start to form in his throat and tears in his eyes. Roman’s head immediately snapped to him, and he grabbed the tissue box from his vanity and shoved it into Virgil’s hand.

“Nope, nope! No crying, you’re gonna ruin your beautiful face!” Roman insisted, standing so close to the chair Virgil was hunched in that his knees brushed Virgil’s. Roman tilted his friend’s chin up, meeting his eyes. “Virgil, listen. You know that I love and care about you in the most platonic way possible and I would never even suggest anything if I didn’t think it would be the best thing in the world for you, right?”

Virgil sniffed and nodded slowly, not trusting himself to speak. He felt another hand on his shoulder from behind and leaned back into Logan’s touch.

“And you know that I ran this idea by Logan like, ten times before I brought it up to you, and he agreed that this guy is totally your type and you’re gonna have the time of your life?”

“Y-Yeah...”

“And that I get to be the best man at your wedding when you two fall in love and get married in Hawaii?”

Logan cleared his throat and glared at Roman, but Virgil snickered, dabbing at a stray tear on the inside of his eye. “Yeah, sure, Maybe I’ll even let you pick out my dress.”

Roman laughed, and he gave Virgil a peck on the forehead before checking his phone. “We should probably get going. Remember Virge, Logan and I are gonna be walking around the fair too. If you need a break, or need to go home, or whatever, you just text one of us, ok?”

“We’ll check in occasionally too. Patton is a wonderful person, but your comfort comes first.” Logan added.

Virgil cleared his throat, nearly crying again from his friends’ kind words. “You’re sure I can’t just stay home instead?” He asked them with a grin, only half joking.

All he got as a response was a laugh and a hand pulling him from the chair.

The fair was a local event in a town about half an hour from Roman’s apartment, and the drive over did nothing to sooth Virgil’s nerves. By the time they were pulling into the parking lot, he was panicking again.

Roman noticed it as soon as he stepped out of the car, and he immediately wrapped his friend up in a hug. “Oh Virge...”

“I’m sorry... I don’t know if I can do this...”

Roman rubbed Virgil’s back to calm him. “What if Logan and me walk with you guys while you talk? If you don’t like him, I’ll pretend I’m having a heart attack and we’ll get outta there. Sound good?”

“Do you even know what it’s like to have a heart attack?” Virgil joked back, stepping out of the embrace. Roman put a hand over his chest, gasping.

“How dare you doubt my acting skills!”

Logan cleared his throat, holding up his phone. “Patton’s waiting by the entrance, are we ready to go in?”

Roman met Virgil’s eyes, and the latter nodded. Virgil got one last hug, and Roman grabbed his hand and squeezed it as they walked up to the banner that hung over the entrance to the park where the fair was set up.

Standing off to the side, there was a young man about the same age as Virgil. He was wearing a bright blue skirt with suspenders over a poofy white shirt. He had knee high socks that were designed to look like cats at the top, and wide rimmed glasses framing his eyes. When he glanced up from his phone, Virgil could see there were freckles scattered across his cheeks.

The man’s eyes lit up as he saw the three approaching, and he ran up to Logan and practically threw himself at the other in a huge hug. “Logan! It’s so good to see you!”

Logan cracked a rare smile as he hugged him back with one arm. “Evening, Patton. How are you doing?”

“Great! It’s such a nice night, don’t you think? And this park is beautiful! This little festival is the cutest thing!” Patton detached himself from Logan and looked over to Roman and Virgil, the latter of which had his eyes fixed tightly on Patton’s every move. He was sure his cheeks were turning red, and hoped the fading light of the sunset would hide it.

Patton held his hand out to Virgil, smiling brightly. “Hi! You must be Virgil, right? I’ve heard so much about you!”

Virgil coughed, shaking his hand quickly while trying to force a smile. “O-Oh, really?”

“Yep! Don’t worry, all good things! I’m Patton, but you probably already knew that.”

Roman nudged him when Virgil failed to respond. “O-Oh! Uh, yeah, I... they, told me about you, yeah... about, uh... date... I mean...!”

Patton’s smile just grew bigger as Virgil stammered, which only made his blush worse. Goddamnit, he was an idiot! But this guy was so cute, his brain refused to work.

“Well then, are you guys hungry? I’m friends with one of the vendors, they have the most amazing fried rice!” Patton suggested, waving towards the entrance. The other three nodded, and they followed the excited young man inside, with Roman taking his boyfriend’s hand and pressing against his side.

“Did you see that? I think that’s the reddest I’ve ever seen Virgil’s face.” Roman stage whispered once Virgil was out of range, watching his friend stammer and stutter as Patton got closer to him.

“I don’t believe we’re going to be seeing them much tonight.”

Roman nodded, turning to give Logan a quick peck on the cheek. “Good. You’ve been so busy, I finally get you to myself.”

After they all ate, Patton suggested going over to the games that were set up, and Virgil agreed just a little too quickly. Roman snickered as Patton led him away, and Virgil’s face burned. But he couldn’t be tongue tied for long. His date began to ask him questions, simple ones that weren’t invasive but still fun to talk about. His favorite animal and color, what movies he’d seen recently, etc.

It was easy to talk to him, Virgil realized. He didn’t seem to mind when Virgil took a while to respond, or trailed off in the middle of his sentence, or when he didn’t have an interesting answer to his questions. Eventually he managed to turn the conversation over to Patton talking about himself instead, and that became a lot easier over the night.

It was hours later when Virgil started to yawn, and Patton looked like he was getting sleepy as well. Patton asked if he was ready to go home, and Virgil nodded, ready to pull out his phone and text Roman to see where they were.

“I can drive you, if you want.” Patton offered, and Virgil shook his head.

“No, no it’s ok. It’s like half an hour away, and you live right around here don’t you?”

Patton shrugged. “Yeah, but that’s ok. I’d like to keep spending time with you, if you’re not sick of me yet!” He laughed, and Virgil’s heart skipped a beat.

“If... If you’re sure it’s not too much... I’d, uh... I’d like that a lot too.”

That smile again. It made his heart soar, that adorable smile. Patton offered his hand to Virgil while smiling that beautiful smile. “Then let’s go.”

He hesitated for only a moment before taking his hand, and Patton intertwined their fingers together. Virgil tugged his phone out of his pocket with his other hand, and shot off a quick message to Roman that he was getting a ride from Patton. After receiving a short but surprised response, he put his phone back in his pocket and let himself be led back out to the parking lot and to Patton’s car.

The ride home was much like the ride there, in that Virgil’s heart was racing the entire time. But this time, it was a good feeling, and he thought he might be able to get used to the warm feeling Patton seemed to radiate.

Virgil almost didn’t want to leave the car when Patton pulled into his driveway. He’d been holding Patton’s hand the entire time, and it was the perfect size and shape to fit in his own.

“If you... Um, I mean, you’ve probably got stuff to do tomorrow, but if you wanted to come in for a bit... you’re, um... welcome to?” It came out as a question, which he hated, but Patton didn’t seem to mind.

“Really? That would be amazing!” Patton told him, and before he knew it they were laying on Virgil’s couch, cups of water and a bowl of popcorn on the floor. As they got sleepier, Patton started to migrate closer to Virgil, and ended up laying practically on his chest. Virgil didn’t mind, and when Patton glanced up at him with his bright eyes and sleepy smile, it was like there was some hidden force that caused him to lean down and meet Patton’s lips in a gentle kiss.

It was the first of many of the night. Sweet, innocent kisses between two people who had found something lovely in the other, and just couldn’t get enough.

#moxiety #sanders sides #tsshipmonth2020 #patton sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders

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glorfindels-archive · 4 years

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i was tagged by @legoilas thank u love !! ♥

1. what is the color of your hairbrush? black

2. name a food you never eat. zucchini

3. are you typically too warm or too cold? too warm, thank god the weather finally cooled down a bit i've missed this

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago? watching criminal minds

5. what’s your favorite candy bar? mint aeros

6. have you ever been to a professional sports game? yeah

7. what is the last thing you said out loud? bless you to my mum

8. what is your favorite ice cream? mint chocolate chip / strawberry / stracciatella

9. what was the last thing you had to drink? water sorry i'm a boring bitch

10. do you like your wallet? actually i hate it but i'm too lazy to get a new one

11. what is the last thing you ate? apple pie

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend? nope

13. what’s the last sporting event you watched? the us open

14. what is your favorite flavor of popcorn? just plain salt and butter tbh

15. who is the last person you sent a text message to? friends gc

16. ever been camping? nope

17. do you take vitamins? i try but tbh most of the time i can't be bothered

18. do you regularly attend a place of worship? nope

19. do you have a tan? nope

20. do you prefer Chinese or pizza? pizza

21. do you drink your soda through a straw? i rarely even drink soda but nah

22. what color socks do you usually wear? 90% of my socks are multicolour with funky patterns so i have no idea lmao

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit? can't drive unfortunately so nope

24. what terrifies you? failure. also spiders.

25. look to your left, what do you see? my lava lamp and a pile of books

26. what chore do you hate most? laundry

27. what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? cate blanchett

28. what’s your favorite soda? ginger beer that counts as soda right ??

29. do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? i don't really eat fast food? but when i do definitely drive through

30. what’s your favorite number? 8

31. who’s the last person you talked to? if texting counts one of my best friends otherwise my mum

32. favorite meat? chicken

33. last song you listened to? swimming by florence + the machine

34. last book you read? the silmarillion

35. favorite day of the week? thursday

36. can you say the alphabet backwards? as embarrassing as it is nope lmao

37. how do you like your coffee? i don't kidding, i've just convinced myself that i hate it to deal with the fact that my doctor told me to stop drinking it <3 but i tend to just go with plain black or with a dash of milk?

38. favorite pair of shoes? very basic i know but my plain black chelsea boots

39. time you normally get up? bold of you to assume i have a regular sleeping schedule,, anytime between 5am and 5pm tbh

40. what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? sunrise !! obviously sunsets are beautiful too but nothing can compare to going outside while the city is still asleep and it's all chilly & quiet and watching the sky light up :')

41. how many blankets on your bed? three but i sleep with one at the very most

42. describe your kitchen plates: stone blue and white and kinda ugly tbh

43. describe your kitchen at the moment: basically a huge fucking mess.

44. do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? red wine or martini

45. do you play cards? not really but i'll give it a shot if i'm with friends

46. what color is your car? don't have one but if i did i'd go with red or green

47. can you change a tire? nope

48. your favorite state or province? don't have one please stop assuming everyone's from the usa <3 but. imma just go with uk counties instead and say wiltshire and west midlands the latter of which is ugly as fuck but it's home so :') i miss living there

49. favorite job you’ve had? i've never had a proper job only odd stuff like tutoring & helping out in summer camps etc so nothing exciting but when i was a kid i did a recording for an english as a foreign language coursebook my dad wrote which i thought was very cool at the time lmao naturally now i regret it and think it's incredibly embarrassing and refuse to listen to it let alone think abt the fact that there are legit people out there studying english listening to my voice yikes

50. tagging @frodo-baggins @bardings @shiremaiden @thcrin if u wanna !!

#this took me so long lmao watch me overthink the most basic questions #anyways thanks again for tagging me 💘#sorry for the long ass answers hfnbsj #tag games #about me

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besidemethewholedamntime · 4 years

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Tagged by the lovely @springmagpies - thank you so much!!

1. What is the color of your hairbrush? Black

2. Name a food you never eat. Fish/Seafood. It just gives me the heebie jeebies

3. Are you typically too cold or too warm? Too warm. I really don’t mind/can deal with being cold but I can’t deal with being too warm at all. And I get too warm so easily

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago? Studying the anterior triangle of the neck, which is definitely not as exciting as other things I’ve studied in this module

5. What is your favorite candy bar? Oooh a Galaxy Cookie Crumble is very very good. Either that or maltesers, but do they count because they’re not really a bar?

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports event? Yah! I’ve been to see Scotland Rugby matches a couple of times now, but just the Autumn Tests. I’ve never been to a Six Nations game or World Cup.

7. What is the last thing you said out loud? ‘I can’t believe Alfie ate an entire cake’. Because the dog has just jumped up onto the kitchen counter and eaten cupcakes we made earlier. Paper and all

8. What is your favorite ice cream? Chocolate fudge brownie!! It’s the best!

9. What was the last thing you had to drink? Water. I’m trying to drink at least two litres a day (I’m famously bad for drinking enough) but it means I need to pee all the time

10. Do you like your wallet? Yes? I don’t have strong thoughts on it

11. What was the last thing you ate? Ice cream with a flake in it

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? Nope

13. The last sporting event you watched? I think it was England vs Ireland in the Six Nations because my study group and I were at the library, then we went to the pub to watch it, and then we went back to the library afterwards

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn? I do enjoy sweet popcorn!

15. Who is last person you sent a text message to? My friend, because she’s got a sewing needle stuck in her finger and I wanted to know if the hospital had phoned her back yet

16. Ever go camping? Yup. I did DofE and then cadets and there was lots of camping

17. Do you take vitamins? I have multivitamins in my drawer but I always forget to take them. I only got them for exams in December so I wouldn’t get ill when I was studying

18. Do you go to church every Sunday? Nope. And I live in a street that has a church at either end and I do feel a bit guilty about not going but the minister of one refused to marry my parents because I was already born so you know...

19. Do you have a tan? I’m afraid not. I can’t tan. I get an allergic reaction to the sun

20. Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza? I cannot choose. It’s too hard

21. Do you drink soda with a straw? I’m guessing this means fizzy juice? I have a reusable straw for when I do, but if I forget it then I just go without

22. What color socks do you usually wear? White

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit? Occasionally I accidentally go at 32 in a 30 but I don’t mean to. My family always make fun of me for driving at the exact speed limit but I’m such a cautious driver I’m too scared otherwise

24. What terrifies you? Spiders. Drowning. Phone calls

25. Look to your left, what do you see? My anatomy poster of all the bones in the human body

26. What chore do you hate? Hanging up clothes. It’s my least favourite thing

27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? The TV shows Neighbours or Home and Away. My sister is obsessed with both

28. What’s your favorite soda? Irn Bru. I’m just that stereotypical

29. Do you go into a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru? Drive-Thru

30. Who’s the last person you talked to? My mum when I said goodnight

31. Favorite cut of beef? Honestly no idea?

32. Last song you listened to? ‘Change of Time’ by Josh Ritter

33. Last book you read? I’m in the middle of Pride and Prejudice!

34. Favorite day of the week? I quite like Tuesdays or Wednesdays. I hate Thursdays

35. Can you say the alphabet backwards? I’ve never tried it but possibly

36. How do you like your coffee? I really don’t like coffee, sorry!

37. Favorite pair of shoes? I have a pair of yellow trainers that I got for Christmas and I absolutely adore them, but I left them in my uni flat when I had to move out really quickly before lockdown so who knows when I’ll be able to go back and get them

38. The time you normally go to sleep? 12:30-1-ish at the moment

39. The time you normally get up? 8:30, but 7:30 on exam days

40. What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? Both! But sunsets are absolutely gorgeous and when you get to see them from the mountains it’s even better

41. How many blankets on your bed? Just my duvet

42. Describe your kitchen plates. They’re my mum’s so they’re round and white with black flowers on them. My own ones in my flat are white and blue and I’m proud that I’ve managed to keep them since first year without breaking a single one

43. Do you have a favorite alcoholic beverage? I don’t really drink all that much (I’m too much of a lightweight) but cider is sometimes nice

44. Do you play cards? My dad occasionally teaches us but I’m not good. My face shows everything I’m thinking and I can’t control it so I’m useless

45. What color is your car? Black

46. Can you change a tire? Probably not but I might actually try to learn after my exams finish on Tuesday (Can you tell I’m really exhausted and just want exams to be over?)

47. Your favorite province? I’m not entirely sure what this means?

48. Favorite job you’ve ever had? I’ve only ever had two and I did not enjoy McDonald’s but I love where I work now!

49. How did you get your biggest scar? I only have one and it’s really teeny and my sister gave it to me while we were playing monopoly

50. What did you do today that made someone else happy? I baked with my mum and taught her how to make scones and she was happy that she managed it (the last time she made scones was 10 years ago and they Did Not work so she was relieved they did this time)

Thank you so much for tagging me!! This was fun! Feel free to ignore this is if you like, but I tag:

@larariannons @2minutes2midnight @agentmmayy @justanalto @rathxritter @libbyweasley and anybody else who wishes to do it!

#tag game thingies #this took longer than expected and i apologise #i ramble a lot #i'm so exam minded right now so i'm sorry every answer is about that #and i know i shouldn't say i 'hate' things #so i really really dislike thursdays #all of my worst subjects seem to happen on a thursday #ever since school #anyhow thank you for this!!

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romanceismycallingcard · 4 years

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50 questions tag!

I got tagged by @bl-crossingtheline! Hello darling! Sorry I’m so late on this. Needed a good block of time and then I just kept forgetting. 😜😂

Questions:

what color is your hairbrush? Aqua/Teal

name a food you never eat: Brussel sprouts. And fish.

are you typically too warm or too cold? Um... in winter I’m just perpetually cold. I prefer to be on the warmer side. But as I’ve gotten older that’s changed a little bit. But I don’t know if I’m like always cold or whatever.

what were you doing 45 minutes ago? lol eating fresh home made sour dough bread with my family.

what’s your favorite candy bar? 100 grand bars

have you ever been to a professional sports game? yes. a hockey game with my family and brothers’ hockey teams.

what’s the last thing you said out loud?: My brother was leaving so I yelled BYEEEEE HAVE A NICE DAY from my room and he said NO~! YOU HAVE A NICE DAY! so then I said FINE IF YOU’RE FORCING ME TO. lol. That was one of our nicer interactions 😂

what’s your favorite ice cream?: anything with caramel or maybe moosetracks. Or just plain vanilla cuz it’s classic, yummy, and underappreciated.

what was the last thing you had to drink? milk

do you like your wallet?: Yes! I do! I found it years ago at a thrift store and it was just perfect for me. It’s black with a pretty metal thing with engraved flowers on it. It zips closed AND there’s a coin pouch inside. And it’s the kind that folds in half rather than the kind that looks like a clutch purse which I’m really glad about because the clutch purse shaped ones seem to almost never be quite the right size - either too big or too small and sometimes the latch breaks so then it just flops open. :P

what’s the last thing you ate? sour dough bread

did you buy any new clothes last weekend? um.... no. But i did this last Friday cuz I had to pick up some things from Walmart and I impulse bought a $10 dress that looked comfy and light weight and casual and I can wear it on days when I don’t want to wear pants. I didn’t have a good dress for days like that before.

what’s the last sporting event you watched? uh...... i don’t. Unless my friend showing me a two minute compilation clip of the danish (i think?) sport of jumping over rivers with a pole counts. or unless watching super junior perform counts.

what is your favorite flavor of popcorn? butter + salt or white cheddar

who’s the last person you sent a text to? real texting it was a mom I babysit for. But more recently than that I was messaging blue (musicdramalove) on tumblr.

ever go camping? my family used to go camping a lot - like at least once a year. But we haven’t for several years now since all my siblings and I are adults now. I think I might’ve gone with friends a couple years ago though. idk.

do you take vitamins? nope. If I get sick, I drink a looooooot of orange juice.

do you go to church every sunday? yeah

do you have a tan? not right now. hopefully I will by the end of summer (if not June)

do you prefer chinese or pizza? chinese (but pizza’s good too)

do you drink soda through a straw? not unless I order it at a restaurant and it’s in a glass. But that’s rare. I usually order water or sometimes a cocktail.

what color socks do you usually wear? I have a set that’s cream, a couple greys, and white, and I have a set that’s cream, grey and light pink.

do you ever drive above the speed limit? heck yeah. Usually I keep it to about 5-10 above. But it also depends on what streets I’m on.

what terrifies you? Failing at working a career job or living a miserable life or being alone forever with no one to take care of me when I’m sick.

look to your left, what do you see? my purse on the floor next to my dresser

what chore do you hate the most? scrubbing my shower/bathtub.

what do you think of when you hear an australian accent? steve the animal guy or liam and chris hemsworth or KJ Apa or Rebel Wilson. Or the other day when I was talking to my nanny kiddos about accents and the girl and I could do decent-ish british accents but absolutely failed at an Aussie accent

what’s your favorite soda? root beer

do you go in fast food places or just hit the drive thru? depends on the day or sometimes the line of cars in the drive thru

what’s your favorite number? 4. idky but I’ve always thought of it as my lucky number. Plus I just like it. It’s even. It’s small. 2 + 2 = 4 and 2 x 2 = 4.

who’s the last person you talked to? my brother when I was yelling bye to him.

favorite cut of beef? yeah i really don’t know or care

last song you listened to? We by Yesung

last book you read? honestly can’t even tell you.

can you say the alphabet backwards? YES I CAN AND I’M VERY PROUD ABOUT THIS

favorite day of the week? mmm..... saturday because I usually see my friends on saturday and also refuse to do homework on saturdays.

how do you like your coffee? with a big scoop of hot chocolate powder and quite a bit of half and half. sometimes I forego the chocolate powder but my preference is to have it.

favorite pair of shoes? oooh..... I love my shoes. I have so many that I like. um... okay I’m gonna say it’s this one pair of brown heels I have. They look kinda like leather, orangey-brown, 4in tall heel, and they’re almost like ankle boots because the material goes to just below my ankle. They look amazing with skinny jeans.

time you normally get up? mm..... somewhere between 8 and 9 I guess if I wake up naturally. But I have to get up at 6:15 for work and 7am on days when I have church bc I’m head of nursery (but church is at 10am and online cuz quarantine)

sunrise or sunsets? hm.... I guess sunset bc it sets behind the mountains and it’s gorgeous.

how many blankets on your bed? rn 1 really light one cuz summer’s basically here.

describe your kitchen plates? white with a red and grey design on them with a red border on the edge

describe your kitchen at the moment? currently a mess bc things are being moved around and sorted and everything is everywhere. Other than that, it’s got a sink, fridge, oven, dishwasher, you know, the uszh.

do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? mm.... right now I guess my go to is a moscato wine. I think that’s my favorite thing right now. You can call me a wimp but hey it’s a step up from Mike’s hard mango punch. I also really like mules.

do you play cards? yes.

what color is your car? silver. and it annoys me bc it looks like every other unimpressionable unremarkable unmemorable car out there :p

can you change a tire? .............................................no.

your favorite state/province/county/etc.? MINE

favorite job you’ve had? my babysitting job for a neighborhood family. I’ve been babysitting them for about 7 years now and I have been with them for two of their kids’ births and I’ve gotten to watch them grow up and develop personalities and learn about life and it has been such a fun experience and blessing to me.

how did you get your biggest scar? okay so I don’t know about biggest, but the one that I’ve probably had the longest and is still clearly visible is one that’s on my foot. It’s about a cm long and is about an inch or so in from the base of my second toe on my right foot. I got it when I was... I think a sophomore in high school when my family visited my bro and sis-in-law out of state for Thanksgiving. I went to grab a bottle of sparkling apple cider out of the fridge but, in the process of grabbing it or moving something aside or something, the bottle of sparkling cider fell out of the fridge onto the tile floor right next to my foot and SHATTERED. I was frozen in shock. Didn’t know what to do. Felt embarrassed and felt bad about the broken bottle and mess. I didn’t even realize until my mom and sis-in-law were cleaning up the floor around me that there was a small shard of glass somewhat embedded in my foot. I don’t remember feeling any pain from it. I think I was probably still in shock. But I still have the scar.

Tagging: I don’t really know and I’m tired so ANYONE WHO WANTS TO 😊

#tag game #50 questions #fun times

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gotmeringinghellsbells · 5 years

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Hii, I wanted to send in a prompt if that's okay. Maybe one day Keith's being extra grumpy and pouty and Lance isn't having it. He sentences the boy to a session of endless cheer up tickles until he smiles again?

New People, Still a Family

Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender

Characters: Keith Kogane, Lance McClain

A/N: Wasn’t sure if this was supposed to be klance or not so I just kind of went with implied klance but still platonic? Anyway, I thought this was a super cute idea! Thank you so much for the prompt! I hope you don’t mind the broganes and “hinted” adashi I added for context.

Description: After a nasty fight with Shiro (Kuron), Keith’s emotions spiral! He wants to just be left alone to sulk…. but Lance isn’t having it.

It all started out of pure boredom. Lance McClain woke up late just to face yet another “thrilling” day in space, on a castle,with the same seven people he’d been seeing for how long now? The Cuban male slowly sauntered into the bathroom with a yawn and stretch before washing his mask off and brushing his teeth. Getting dressed, applying moisturizer, and a bit of makeup to keep his glow was all apart of the morning routine.

The made up zombie slowly made his way down to the cafeteria to see if Hunk was still serving slop. Frankly, he was bored. Everyday was the same thing in and out unless they were fighting for their lives. Get rejected by Hunk and Pidge who would be geeking out together, get rejected by Allura though Lance really couldn’t see why, try to get out of cleaning with Coran and having to hear more stories about his youth, and being made a fool of by the mice.

Honestly, it was like Kultinecker was his only friend anymore. Of course, Lance was also rather dramatic. Keith and Shiro almost always spent their time together or alone so he didn’t try very often to talk with them. Well, Shiro out of respect for his space and Keith…. Well. “Keith get back here!” Speaking of Shiro.

The door to his room opened as an furious looking Keith stormed out. Purple met blue very quickly and aggressively. Honestly if the red paladin wasn’t taken off guard he would have noticed the tears pricking the other’s eyes. “What,” Keith growled. Lance put his hands up in surrender. “Ah, nothing man. You do you.”

The other simply growled again before moving around Lance, slamming their shoulders together as he did so. “Keith!” Shiro rounded his door frame, a look of exhaustion on his face. He’d been back for maybe a week now and suddenly it was like he and Keith were fighting everyday. He sighed as he watched his brother march of. He didn’t mean to make him upset!

Suddenly, gray eyes fell on the body before them before the former leader quickly tried to compose himself. “Lance, what’s up?” He sounded so fake. The shorter pointed back at Keith. “Everything alright?” The older nodded. “Touchy topic.” Did he mean his leading skills? Because frankly, they weren’t the best.

They had improved though, Lance would give him that. In reality it was everything. Tex, Adam, loneliness, expulsion, some words were said by both parties and finally Keith broke down and stormed out. “Oh um…. You gonna go after him?” The other thought for a moment which, frankly, wasn’t a good sign. “No, he needs time to cool down.”

The smaller wanted to make a joke but decided it was best not too. “Ah, right. You okay man? You guys have been fighting a lot lately. You look drained.” Lance was studying his face more. Discolored bags under the eyes, ghostly skin, space dad needed sleep. “I’m…. not sure honestly.” He pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I haven’t really felt right since I got back, and I have this headache that just won’t quit. Nothing I’ve taken is helping either.” Lance came forward to put pressure on the forehead. Gray eyes snapped open at this but relaxed as they processed what was going on. “Coran said everything seemed fine. Are you drinking enough? Eating enough?”

‘Takashi.’ Shiro quickly turned away from Lance with a grunt. “YYeah. I think I’m just going to lay down for a while. Thanks though.” Huh? Lance blinked. “Yeah, sure. No pro,” he was cut off by the door shutting, “blem.” His eyelids fell a bit as he held himself with a soft frown. Everyone was on edge today.

Walking into the lounge, he was quick to take notice of another’s presence. Oh boy. Well, maybe he could help Keiht a bit? The two had bonded a bit over Shiro’s absence. “Uh, hey man,” the younger started softly. The black paladin shook his head as it rested in his hands. “Go away Lance. I’m not in the mood.”

Well then. The red paladin scoffed as he kneeled on the floor that sat behind the couch’s back. “And I’m not a child, so don’t shoo me away like I am one.” Keith’s back straightened right up as he whirled around to glare daggers into the other. “Get. Out.” Okay, touchy. “Geez dude, I’m just trying to help you! All you’ve been doing since Shiro got back is fighting with everyone!”

“I didn’t ask for your help or opinions Lance, leave me alone.” The older stood and went o leave, but he was soon pulled back down, into the other who had moved. Now with both on the couch, Lance held Keith hostage from behind,legs keeping the other’s hands to his sides and keeping their bodies contect. “Dah! What are you doing?!”

The pulleted paladin looked back at his command to see a pout on Lance’s face. “You and Shiro have been nothing but dicks lately Keith. Enough.” Shiro had been mean too? Keith relaxed a bit as he looked away with guilt. It was probably his fault. Lance gave it a few minutes before slowly trying to hug the other, maybe have a bit of a crying fest. But no, Keith leaned away from the affection as soon as he tried.

“I’m trying to help dude,” the said softly. Help? Helping would be leaving him be, helping would be…. Would be Adam. Sure, when Keith and him fought it was not that big of a deal Keith would cry a bit and Adam would stop talking after he started to cry. But…. Adam always made up for it in food or cuddles. When he and Shiro fought, both had a hard time just saying sorry or anything like it. Keith always felt so guilty and he’s just cry in his room for hours and refuse to even come out for classes. Adam would always make them sit down and talk about it, resolve things as they both sucked with communicating. But Adam wasn’t here, and Keith didn’t get to say goodbye.

Which was part of the argument today. It’s like Shiro’s whole mood about the other changed while he was gone. He loved him still, Keith could see it, but he spoke as if…. Keith had no place with them. It hurt, a lot. “Just leave me the hell alone Lance.” He was breaking slowly, but he refused too in front of the other. “Keith, please.” Lance was serious, he wanted to help.

Then, he was thrown back against the couch as Keith broke free. “I SAID LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!” Purple eyes turned slightly yellow, the shine leaving from them. The room stilled Blue eyes widened in slight fear before tears rushed up on Keith’s end. He shook his head before running away, just wanting everything to go away.

It had been a few hours later, the team was meeting up for lunch. Shiro was talking to COran about his headaches when Lance noticed that Keith wasn’t at the table He frowned a bit before looking to his best friend. “Can you save me two plates man?” The other looked confused before nodding. “Uh, you sure that’s a good idea man? You said he…. Changed this morning.” Lance mentioned the eyes, yes, but Hunk meant Keith’s attitude. It was worse than any had ever seen.

Lance shrugged. “Unless you wanna do it. Someone should check on him.” Hunk heard his stomach rumble and frowned. He could eat with Keith! But, Keith might be rather nasty still. Lance had the better tolerance for it. “Alright, good luck.” The Cuban male nodded before making his way to the black paladin’s room. Knocking on the door, he waited patiently. No answer. Was he sleeping?

Did the guy even sleep? “Keith? Buddy?” Still nothing. Normally, that would be a sign to look else where, but Lance didn’t. He opened the door to find…. Uh oh. Nothing. His room, nope, HUnk’s? Also nothing. Pidge, Shiro, Coran, and Allura’s all had no sign of the “emo”. The training deck was empty, the lounge, all that Lance could think of now was Kultineker’s room but why would Keith wasnt to hang out with a cow?

He was hanging out with the cow. Lance sighed as he walked up to his sleeping baby, the angry male using her as a slopped pillow for his head and upper body. Guess all that anger tuckered him out. Kultinecker let out a moo before receiving some soft, loving pets. “You did good girl, you did good.” He looked over the angry male’s sleeping form. He looked so peaceful, so calm. He’d even brought his blanket out with him and…. Of course he sleeps with a knife.

Moving the weapon away, Lance noticed that Keith’s jeans and boots were tossed to the side. Odd? One would think sleeping with pants on was a good idea when it came to…. grass? Maybe sleeping practically in a cow’s pen? You do you Keith, you do you.

The male was going to leave him be but that attitude was beyond uncalled for and he needed to eat something. No one knew if he’d eaten breakfast or not today. Smirking, the younger noticed a bit of white sticking up from the thin blanket. Oh, it was so go time. Chuckling, Lance sat like someone wearing a skirt or dress would, legs to the side as he leaned forward and lightly poked at the sock covered toes that were showing.

Keith’s foot twitched slightly before he moved them away, so much for that. Moving the cover up, he held the ankle, tickling the sole softly. Lips twitched softly as Keith started to react. He tried to pull his foot back again, but to no avail. “Nhoooo,” he grumbled in his sleep. Maybe this was too cruel of a spot? But it may also wake him up quicker, and drain him more so Lance could have the ultimate satisfaction of gaining the upper hand.

“Yes,” he sang out softly. “Wakey, wakey Mr. Emo.” Purple eyes slowly began to flutter open, vision foggy at first. Brown hair, taner skin, Keith’s laugh suddenly came out more from suspense. “Ahahahdam nahahaho!” It was like a small child when they saw their parent’s clawed hands. “Adam?” Lance stopped in confusion. Oh? Keith started to calm down from his wake up call. Eyes focusing a bit better, he blinked away some leftover tears before blushing. “L-Lance?!” The other moved into Kultinecker more as he was taken off guard.

“Yeah, not…. Adam? Who’s Adam?” Had Keith…. Oops. The other blushed more before looking away. “Professor Wright, from the Garrison? You know, Shiro’s fiancee?” Lance froze. Keith called Mr. Wright by his frist name? Were they clo- SHRIO’S FIANCEE?! “Wait, why would Mr. Wright even do that to you? What do you mean Shiro was getting married?!” His two favorite people, like ever, getting married? When, where, how, huh?!

“Stop yelling,” Keith sighed. “I lived with Shiro, did you…. Not know that? I stole his car…. He took me under his wing… I was an orphan?” Lance sat back a bit. “You were an orphan? How the hell did… I thought you dormed with Matt Holt!” Keith nodded. “I did, and during breaks and stuff I’d go with Adam and Shiro to their families houses. They,” he paused. “Look, what do you want?” So much for opening up and talking about feelings.

But, while Lance had him in a less cranky mood to where he could survive doing such an act, he might as well. “Oh no you don’t. You don’t get pissy like that, open up, and then shut up. I don’t think so Keith.” The other blinked. “What are you, what are you doing?” Keith was taken off guard as Lance pulled his legs down and sat on them.

“As much as I want answers, it may be easier to just put a smile on your face for the time being?” A smile? What was he talking about? Keith tilted his head, not really caring about how the other was sitting on him as much as the fact that…. Physical contact.

Lance smirked as he poked at the other’s stomach. “Oh, I think you know.” The black paladin squeaked before looking up in slight fear. God damnit. “W-Wait, don’t. Lahahnce, sthahahop tickling me!” The poor boy fell victim to the other quickly fingers gliding all about his toned torso. “Come on, after this morning, I think you kind of deserve this.”

Keith tried to cover his mouth as bubbly, awkward, hiccupy giggles let out. “Nhohoho, Lhahahahcne ssthahahop it!” He was whining! Man it was cute though. Lance chukled lovingly before moving the blanket away. “Oh, what’s this? Keith has a body?” It was a lame attempt but he was trying to tease him like a child, or at least fluster him a bit.

Keith, obviously, didn’t get it and just kind of looked at him like he was dumb. His break allowed him to take in a few gulps of air before he tilted his head. “What?” The red paladin shook his head. “Nothing, nevermind. So…. how about here?” Two hands quickly started to vibrate on the male’s chest, earning soft and melodious giggles. “Ghahahahaha! Chahahut it ohahahaout! S-Stop, it tickles!”

Raven locks flew about as he shook his head, giggling adorably. “Oh forget it, I want real laughter.” With that, the younger dug into the stomach, causing Keith’s head to whip back into Kultinecker. “Shahahorrhehehey,” he cried out as his head landed. Just because he was being tortured didn’t mean he wasn’t going to have manners with the cow. She gave the sacred milk for milkshakes damnit!

“L-Lhahahahance, plehehehase! I’m shahahahaorrehehehey!” Lance hummed, he wanted to keep going. But…. maybe a chase or something was in order? Stopping, he crawled off the other while letting him catch his breath. Lance passed his shoes and pants over as Keith narrowed his eyes at the brunette. That was uncalled for.

“What are you, five?” Still so sassy, honestly. Lance huffed before grabbing and ankle and tickling the sole softly. “Seriously man? I thought we were passed this!” Keith shrieked as he kicked at the younger. “Stop it, stop it, stop it!” He covered his face as he fell over, trying to get the other off of him. Honestly, both were rather enjoying this. It was fun, and relaxing, and just childish all around. Lance slowly let up before pulling his friend into a tight hug. “I’m always here if you wanna talk. Or… well, Hunk if you don’t want to deal with me. “

Keith actually accepted his friend’s hug, moving into his chest slightly. “Thanks,” he muttered softly. Lance nodded. “And Keith…. We’re all your family, Just…. Remember that, okay man?” Purple eyes watered a bit but Keith nodded with a choked out “thanks”. The two sat there for a while longer before Lance patted his arm.

“Let’s go eat lunch, huh? I think Shiro’s cooled down two, maybe you two could talk it out?” The other frowned as he pulled his pants and boots back on. “We’ll see,” Keith hummed. Blue eyes rolled before hands found both of Keith’s sides, earning the beautiful laughter once more. “How about you will or Pidge, Hunk and I will tickle you both, huh? How about that?” Keith squealed beore nodding. “Okay, okay! We’ll talk!”

He couldn’t help but smile when lance wrapped an arm around him. “Good. Nice to have you back buddy.” The black paladin’s face softened a bit as he leaned into his friend. “We’ll see how long that lasts.” Yeah, they were back to normal again.

#slight adashi #broganes #hinted klance #platonic #tickling #tickle fight #ticklish #2019 #vld #voltron #keith kogane #lance mcclain #fan fic #fanficiton #vld keith #vld lance #hell answers

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sweetchcolate · 4 years

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fandom: Magic Kaito

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It was cold.

It was really cold.

And the worse was that it snuck in from everywhere. Any opening the cold found, it followed with mad glee: under his gloves and sleeves, under the legs of his pants, into his socks and shoes, and even under his collar, the cold trapped between clothes and skin.

He had long lost any sensation in his fingers and toes, and his face was getting numb, the first victims being his nose and that little patch of skin where his monocle rested. Kid was even wondering if his brain hadn’t malfunctioned because of the biting cold, hallucinating the presence of one Nakamori Aoko.

“Nakamori-chan?” he asked, trying to blink the illusion away. Nope, it really was her, appropriately dressed for the weather in a pink coat and gray gloves, holding a plastic bag to her torso. “How…?”

“The tower telescopes,” Aoko answered, her voice muffled behind the thick scarf wrapped around the lower half of her face. Her breath came out in puffs, forming wispy clouds. “You know, the ones tourists use to see the town.”

“You managed to spot me?” He was baffled, but managed to keep most of his surprise under the tight reign of his poker face. Finding someone through binoculars was long and tedious, the human-scale equivalent of a needle in the middle of a haystack, even if he was decked in all white, an obvious big fat target. And in the middle of the night, with all the light pollution? It was practically mission impossible.

Aoko shrugged, casual. “I knew you’d be somewhere high up, but close to the museum. So that’s where I looked.”

Sound logic, he’d give her that. But to comb through all the skyscrapers and other tall buildings, trying to spot someone in white without any certainty he’d be there… “It must have taken you a while.”

“A bit.”

He blinked. Strange… the Nakamori Aoko he knew would have said something along the lines of “do you have any idea how long it took me to find you? Stupid thief, I almost froze my butt off.” Not answer with the understatement of the century.

And she was too quiet. Aoko never made her feelings a secret: she screamed, and pouted, and frowned, and blushed, but she wasn’t so… reserved, so closed off. He didn’t quite like it.

“In that case, I must congratulate you on your dedication,” Kid told her, clapping and swallowing a pained hiss at the sting when his frozen palms made contact. His voice took on a teasing lilt, wanting to rile her up a little. “But if you wanted my attention, there are better ways to go.”

Like he expected, Aoko bristled, tightening her hold on the plastic bag tucked to her chest. If she was a cat, Kid was pretty sure all the hair on her body would be standing on end. “That’s not it!”

"Oh, so you didn’t seek me out hoping for a whirlwind romance?”

“Be serious for a minute!” Aoko hissed, face taking on a rosy hint from anger and the chill and he laughed. He didn’t mean to push her like this, he really didn’t, but how could he hold back on the teasing when she reacted this way?

“That’s sixty seconds too many−” A sneeze rudely interrupted him mid-sentence. Then another, and another, followed by a fourth one that left his eyes watery and his throat itching. “Sorry about that.”

A frown came to Aoko’s face. “You’re going to catch a cold. Don’t you have anything warm to wear?”

“I do.” Kid rubbed his hands up and down against his arms to generate heat. He smiled, sheepish. “But I hoped I could tough out the cold.”

“…dummy,” she muttered, and his smile turned soft despite the insult, catching on the undertone of worry in her voice and choosing not to draw attention to it. Aoko shifted on her feet, casting an uncertain look at her plastic bag, at him, then back at the plastic bag, worrying her lower lip with her teeth.

After a few moments of internal debate, she finally looked up, expression determined, blue eyes focused, and made her way to him. Kid stood at full length, clenching his muscles to brace himself as the gears in his brain spun at full speed in anticipation of everything that could happen in the next ten seconds.

He definitely didn’t expect for Aoko to shove her plastic bag against his chest, the impact drawing a pained grunt from his lips. “Hold this,” she told him, voice brooking no argument, and his body obeyed the order, mind blanking as all the possible scenarios he had planned for went up in smokes.

A second later, something warm and fluffy brushed against his mouth. Kid wondered if, somehow, he hadn’t been knocked out by the hit and if this wasn’t some kind of black out induced dreaming, but when he blinked again and again, the same sight remained: her scarf, Aoko’s scarf, pressed to the lower half of his face, red blossoming on Aoko’s cheeks as she looked at him with round blue eyes.

(Something told him her reaction had nothing to do with the cold.)

“Nakamori-chan?” he breathed, voice muffled but the wonder in his tone soft and clear. Aoko started, averting her gaze, lashes fluttering, and mouth twisting in what he could only call embarrassment.

“H-hold still,” she stuttered. Her arms rose to loop the ends of her scarf behind his neck, tugging to make sure it was snug around him before securing the tips under the lapels of his suit. When she was done, she took a few steps back, clasping her shaking hands behind her back.

“Heating packs. You can stick them inside your suit,” Aoko squeaked, gesturing to the bag with a tilt of her head and refusing to look him in the face. “Keep the scarf.” With that, she whirled around and practically ran away, leaving behind a dazed Kid.

He stared at the spot she had vacated for long moments, sight fogging with each breath he exhaled, mind slow and muted like it was filled with cotton as he tried to comprehend what happened in the last minute or so. The plastic bag in his hands crinkled and he looked at its content, finding inside exactly what Aoko promised. Something warm and fuzzy burst from his chest, spreading through his veins to his fingertips and toes, up his neck and into his cheeks, burning him from the inside out.

He didn’t feel cold anymore.

But Kid was pretty sure it had nothing to do with the heating packs.

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a/n: tfw you want to finish one of your wips but you write another fic instead lol

#magic kaito #kuroba kaito #nakamori aoko #kaiao #kaitou kid #fluff #sweetchcolate's nonsense of the day #my fanfiction

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agreementtale · 4 years

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Chapter 14: Mother Knows Best For You.

He didn’t feel anything.

For so long he just let the time pass, watching from the sidelines as the monsters dusted each other.

He had given up.

Weak monsters couldn’t be saved.

In this world only stronger monsters still had a chance.

Toriel.

She was never going to be killed, she was too strong, but sometimes he missed the times when she wasn’t.

When she was just his mother… not the ruthless queen of the ruins.

And he had that back!

Even if just for a few months…

Now she turned back to murderous, and it was all their fault.

Weren’t they happy living with her? It was all an act? He scoffed at that. They were too weird sometimes, but he knew when someone was emulating fake emotions. He was the master of it.

So he held their hand when she asked. Dying by fire was horrible, he had felt it in his own leaves a few times, no wonder they were so shaken.

But they were stupid enough to do it all over again, like nothing had happened…

He made a point to choose their pie instead of hers, just to prove them that things would change. That if they kept being so stupid, they would never eat her pie, ever again!

But they faked a smile to appease her and grabbed their things like it was nothing.

And if he was going to be honest, for a second he was a bit wary of the way they snatched that knife.

But he didn’t feet anything.

They could keep being stupid, and she could keep killing them as far as he was concerned.

And on the off chance they killed her, they would go crying back to him certainly, and he would teach them how to reset.

As long as he didn’t die he didn’t care.

They could try as many times they wanted.

They could repeat this same day for years and he wouldn’t give a damn!

…

Except that they didn’t repeat anything.

They fought and they won.

It took them two tries to defeat her.

Maybe he was wrong then…

When she hid her face and attacked everywhere he thought she was being strong, keeping her word of not letting them pass.

But maybe she was being weak? Maybe she was still too kind, even if they were leaving her?

“I’m going to be ok, mom” he heard their soft voice, almost drowned by her wails “I’m strong enough, see?” she in her knees, with her head held low, was about the same height of the human standing.

“Oh child, I’m so sorry” they hugged her neck and she held their back, as the fire died down.

It was moving.

If he had any emotions left he could shed a tear.

“Plus, I have Flowey to watch my back” she laughed a little, there wasn’t much he could do to protect someone so stubborn like them… but at least they were immortal, so they had enough time to learn how things worked out there.

She lifted her head, putting her chin on their shoulder “You will guide them, will you not?” it was the first time she acknowledged him since the start of the fight.

“I guess…” he used his vines to approach, she extended a hand to help him come closer, one that he gladly accepted, the ground was still hot from her magic, and she could easily lift him above their shoulder “Someone have to put some sense in this empty head” he gave a few knocks on their head making them giggle, now the three of them were a big hug pile “Besides…” like a real family “That’s what big brothers are for” he didn’t want to compare, but they–/

“I’m the big sibling!” they interrupted, he shoot them an offended look “You are the baby brother” they had to be kidding!

“I’m older!”

“Nope, I am”

“No you’re not!” he knew was older! For all the resets, he was way older than 14!

“And you are waaay smaller”

“That’s cause I’m a flower!”

“And I have to carry you, this earn you some baby points”

“No it doesn’t” How could they think for a single moment that they were older than him? And with that attitude! The gall of some people!

“The boot holding, does give you an infant look” No! not Mom too!

“I don’t need to be carried!” he trashed in their hold “This boot was your stupid idea”

“Don’t try to escape the truth” now they had that weird serious voice “It’s definitive, Flowey” he was the older one! “You are baby”

“Nooo” his frustration only made his mother laugh louder.

Her voice softened the sting of being declared the little brother, but just a bit.

He was not a baby!

The three of them stood like there for a couple of minutes, before she clean her throat, it was like dispelling an enchantment.

He got his vines fully inside the boot.

They tied their own shoes… weirdly… with a horrendous amount of socks, walking on it looked uncomfortable, how did they dodge at all?

“If you truly wish to leave the Ruins” her voice snapped his attention back to her, she was back to her full height, sullen with a sad smile on her face “I will not stop you anymore”

They breathed loudly on his petals, he shifted out of the way as best he could, but they were holding the boot firmly, so there was not much room for that.

“However, when you leave, please do not come back” Wait, was she serious? She was expulsing them forever? “Keep going forward, children, do not let anyone stop you” she looked him in the eyes “they will not be kind”.

Right… it was better if they didn’t waste any time getting to the barrier, every day they wasted would be one more monster trying to steal his sib – their soul, the human’s, Frisk’s, the idiot’s, whatever.

“I believe this is goodbye then” If they answered he didn’t hear it.

He was hating this.

He hated all of this.

His boot was lifted all of a sudden, he used his vines to balance himself, and then he realized her face was close “And you” way too close “I’m counting on you” she kissed him on the cheek.

“Mooom!” the moment he heard himself whine he hid his face on his leaves, it wasn’t enough she kissing him like she used to? Why did he had to make a fool of himself?

“I’ll miss you, my child” he could hear the mirth on her voice… And he had been so careful not to call her that until now…

Retreating totally to the boot, he refused to move “Whatever!” shouted angrily, as he avoided to think. By the way the boot shifted, they were holding him now.

“And you” her voice upwards, he should be near their chest, and she talking to their face “you… foolish one” her voice breaking with emotion made him curious enough to take a peek “do not get killed” she was smiling, it was forced, but no new tears “promise me”

They nodded.

“I mean it, child!”

Her desperate tone was more familiar to him than the sad one.

“Do whatever it takes”

On her sad days she used to be silent, while on some of the desperate days she was a lot more vocal.

“And listen to your brother!”

He wondered which of the two she would revert to once they left.

“If he tells you to run, hide or fight. You shall do it”

Part of him didn’t want to find out, but curiosity always won.

“And if you have to kill, do not hesitate. You can be sad about it later”

“I can’t promise that”

“You must!” She shook them, as if she could change the mind of that stubborn idiot “Please” she pressed her snout to their forehead “Have mercy on this old soul of mine”

They took a deep breath. Then hug her with all the strength their human arms could muster.

He would be complaining about being crushed in between them later, now he would let them have their goodbye.

“I promise you, Mom” they whispered in her ear “I’ll go all the way to the barrier, you’ll see” their voice was full of emotions, not the fake ones this time, he could tell “And I won’t let anything stop me, no matter what!” not promising not dying, they knew what they were doing… probably… “Mother” their voice broke, and he shivered a little, maybe it was all that emotion surrounding him, it should be messing with the environmental magic his roots fed on “I promise…” It had nothing to do with the way their voice clawed in their throat, as if it was painful for them to talk “I will bring you the stars”

Then ran to the door without looking back.

Not a chance to say another word.

It was kind of selfish of them.

What if he wanted to say something else?

Not that he had anything to say, but they could have asked…

He looked past their shoulder, and watched as she got smaller and smaller on the hall behind them. She gave them a last wave, he waved one of his leaves, but doubted she could see.

They shook him so much while were running, there was no way she saw his reply. They were stupid, it was like they weren’t looking where they stepped on and got all jumbly on the legs.

They ran like that until they got to the other door on the end of the corridor.

This time he was using his vines to hold into their torso and have a bit more of stability.

“Here it is” their voice was back to stupid happy “The exit of the Ruins”

“Why didn’t you run past it?” of course they had to stop now, that he was already secure with his vines... always giving him trouble.

“It’s cold outside” they put the boot on the ground

“It’s about to get a lot colder” he complained.

“That’s why” they took ball of sheets from their inventory “I’ll be prepared”. Two more stripped shirts.

They were already wearing the purple and white Mom had got them, and now they were holding two more… one was the same blue and pink they were wearing when he found them…

And the other…

They put the green and yellow shirt above their current one.

It would make them warmer.

But he didn’t know if he liked them wearing that.

“Why do you ask?” they extended a hand to him, and he pulled himself to place with his vines “did you think I was getting cold feet?”

Holding onto the old shirt was a bit odd, but not as bad or as good as he thought it would be anyway “I know you didn’t, you are too stupid for that” it was just a big nothing… a big boring nothing “I just…” they were looking at him with an expectant goofy smile…

Did they…

The smile only grew.

Definitely!

He wouldn’t go down to their level “I refuse to answer to that” they laughed anyway, grabbing the next shirt “What are you doing?” they didn’t stop, putting their arms in the shirt “Why did you tell me to climb you if you were still getting dressed?” he started to retract his roots, they were so annoying.

But they stopped his attempt with one hand “So you could stay below one of the shirts”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because two would be warmer, but too tight. One it’s safe and still warm” they finished putting the blue and pink sweater over his head “Don’t think I don’t know what cold do to flower’s petals” said holding the collar to look down at him.

“Whatever” His petals were bad, he knew that, but it was the best he could do, at least he had all of them, on one of the other timeline he didn’t had half of it.

They moved a bit more, he had no control over their actions in that position. Between the two pieces of clothing and with his vines tying the boot to their torso, he had no vision and no chance to move, if they at least were holding the boot he could… by the way…

“Why aren’t you holding the boot?” they always held him, no matter how many times he insisted he didn’t need their help.

“I thought you – how did you say?” they changed their voice to a higher pinch “Don’t need the help of a stupid human with stupid twigs for arms” they did a horrible imitation.

“And since when do you care about what I say?” he felt them tensing.

“I care, Flowey” by the way blue and pink illuminated his hiding place, and that the cold started to seep from the outside, he knew they had just stepped out of the ruins and into the forest “I do”

“Then equip the knife you stole” he adjusted himself to face forward, if he pressed face onto the fabric and squinted, he could see the outline of the Snowdin forest between the threads “So?”

“No” he almost missed their voice from the weakness of it, but was expecting the negative, anyway.

“See, you don’t care” he saw their hands clench and unclench, one of them seemed to be darker than usual, maybe ash from the fight... For someone so stubborn, they were incredibly easily to emotionally manipulate.

“I do” but guilt was an easy one to get from them, so was happiness and curiosity, he had yet to unlock their rage. He knew it was there, he had saw a few glimpses in their eyes “All I do is ‘cause I care, Flowey” Annoyance was an easy one too.

“Prove it” He challenged them.

After annoyance, the next one should be anger, but every time they were about to get angry, they got determined instead. It made a little sense, anger and determination were both shades of red, but at the same time it was weird seeing someone that never got enraged no matter how much he tried.

A blinding light shone through the fabric, that’s how he knew they had created a new save point.

“I’m going to break the barrier and set all the monsters free” every time with the same yada yada… “because I care” they were lucky he was helping them, if it didn’t occur to their narrow mind to make a save after a fight like that, they needed him, really needed him “Because that’s all that matters to me”.

“Whatever” They saved, everything after that was a waste of time “If you’re going unarmed we have to get out of here as fast as we can”

“I have my stick” despite the stupid comment, they started walking, he would glare at them, but they weren’t looking down, and he was already using his vines to support himself, since they decided not to hold the boot with their, probably injured, hand. Humans were weird, she had healed them to full HP, but their weird material body was still burned. Monsters were more transparent in that matter, HP only got full when their bodies were completely healed.

“If you will defend yourself using only plants” they snickered at that, at least the wound was small enough to ignore, he continued “at least use that one” he could see a piece of wood on the middle of the path.

Only after they approached it, he could see it was too big for them to carry, being inside the sweater was not good for his sight. Not that he cared so much, one thing they got right, it was warm.

They actually tried to pick it up, how stupid.

Making a displeased sign, they walked over it.

It didn’t even broke under their full weight.

Saying that he was completely against his lack of control over the situation was a lie.

He was going to visit Snowdin without freezing his roots, that was a new one. And that way his petals were safe from the wind too! And they were warm and soft, he was almost comfortable.

That until something broke. The loud sound echoing on the forest.

“Not a peep!” he commanded whispering. They walked faster, but were silent.

He was going to move his vines to get above the shirt and prepare a defense.

But he didn’t.

He couldn’t get out of the shirt.

He wasn’t moving, and neither were they.

He had felt this before in past resets.

The cold, calculating, intent was never followed by an easy encounter.

“human” And he knew that voice…

At least they had saved their progress.

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Three Words (Saiouma)

Saiouma “I set up the blanket fort. The password to get in is three words” from the Valentine’s Day Starters list for Anon! I had loads of fun writing this 😊

I hope you like it and let me know if you would like anything changed/edited! :D

Based off of the request below:

Title: Three Words

Prompt: “I set up the blanket fort. The password to get in is three words.��

Summary: Due to the heavy snowfall, Shuichi decides to cancel his restaurant reservation and spend Valentine’s Day with Kokichi at home. Kokichi decides on building a blanket fort for them to be in while they watch some movies and even sets up a password to get in. However, Shuichi has some trouble figuring out what said password is...

Warning(s): Implied past self-harm (it’s very much implied based on their conversation and the fading scars Shuichi takes note of, but you can interpret it however you wish; this lasts for, like, half a second, but it never gets brought up again; mentioning it just to be safe!)

One-shot is under the cut!

“Yes, I would like to cancel my reservation for seven.”

Feet padded against the hardwood floor.

“Yeah...we’re kinda snowed in at our home and the weather doesn’t look like it’s going to clear up anytime soon.”

Shuichi rose his eyes from the kitchen counter, watching as Kokichi made his way into the living room with a bundle of blankets in his arms.

“Thank you. You have a good evening, as well.”

He set his phone as he watched Kokichi drop the blankets down onto the couch.

“And what exactly are those for?” he asked.

“That’s a secret~!” Kokichi chirped in response.

Shuichi sighed.

“I had a feeling you’d say something like that...” he trailed off.

“Soooooo,” Kokichi leaned against the couch, the fuzzy lilac sweater he wore slipping off his shoulder, “did you call the place already to cancel the dinner reservation?” he asked.

“Yeah, I just got off the phone with them.” Shuichi replied.

“Heh...” Kokichi twirled some hair around his finger. “So? What are we having for dinner instead?” he asked.

“Well, while you were in the shower, I went to the grocery mart on the tenth floor and bought ingredients for chicken alfredo. Is that okay with you?” Shuichi asked.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Also, I stuck a bottle of white wine in the fridge to get cold. You can take it out if you want.” Kokichi said.

“A bottle of white wine?” Shuichi turned and opened the fridge door, spotting the wine bottle laying next to some containers of food. “Ah, I see it. I’ll take it out.” he said.

Upon taking the bottle out, the label caught his eye.

“Sauvignon blanc?” he questioned.

“Yeah. I know you hate how sweet white wine is, so I picked one that isn’t too sweet.” Kokichi explained.

“Ah.” Shuichi said as rested the bottle on the counter and proceeded to take out the ingredients needed for the chicken alfredo.

He began prepping the dish as Kokichi pulled chairs from the dining and kitchen tables into the living room.

“And you? What are you going to do?” he asked.

“Oh, I’m just gonna back to what I was doing before.” Kokichi replied.

“You mean you’re not gonna help me cook?”

“No? Come on, babe, you know that everything I touch burns and withers away into nothing but ash.”

Shuichi’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Kokichi, you know you shouldn’t be talking like that, especially with what happened seven months ago.” he spoke.

There was silence for a couple of seconds before Kokichi sighed.

“Sorry. I know that these past few months have been rough, especially for you.” he apologized.

“It’s fine, it’s just...” Shuichi trailed off.

Kokichi finished positioning the chairs exactly how he wanted them and he leaned against one of them, glanced at Shuichi.

“Look, I don’t want to put a damper on tonight. It’s Valentine’s Day, we shouldn’t be talking about something so serious.” Kokichi said.

Shuichi looked at the fading burn scars on Kokichi’s arms and then into Kokichi’s eyes, which held a serious look in them.

“Yeah...” Shuichi murmured.

“Good.” Kokichi turned and dashed into the hall. “Now then, I need to gather some pillows and other junk!” he chirped.

“Alright.” Shuichi replied.

He turned on the stove and poured olive oil into a skillet as he looked over at the kitchen bar counter.

“Alexa, play my Valentine’s Day playlist.” he called out, hoping that some music would distract him from what they were just talking about.

“Playing Valentine’s Day playlist from Shuichi Saihara’s iPhone X.”

Thinking Out Loud came on as Shuichi began cooking the chicken in the skillet. Kokichi returned to the living room a couple minutes later with more blankets and some pillows. As Kokichi continued doing what he was doing, Shuichi observed him.

Kokichi had decided on wearing black tights and fuzzy lilac socks with his sweater. His hair was pulled back into a small ponytail and his bangs were pinned back by sparkly purple bobby pins.

Shuichi brought his bottom lip in between his teeth, marveling at how cute his boyfriend looked.

Aaaaaagh, why does he have to be so cute, he wondered to himself.

Shuichi’s heart skipped a beat, cheeks flushing a rosy pink as he lowered his gaze to the blankets that Kokichi had thrown over the chairs and held in place with some clips.

As Kokichi fixed one of the blankets, Shuichi realized what he was doing.

Ah, so that’s what he’s up to, he thought to himself.

Time passed and eventually, dinner was ready. After pouring some of the wine into two glasses, he set them on a tray with their food and he carried the tray with him into the living room.

“Are you done doing what you were doing?” Shuichi asked.

He watched as Kokichi nodded in response before disappearing behind the blankets.

“Yup! I just set up the blanket fort. The password to get in is three words.” Kokichi explained as he poked his head out from the blankets.

“Is that so...” Shuichi trailed off.

“Yup! You can’t come in until you get it right~” Kokichi singsonged.

Shuichi chuckled.

“Well, I guess I’m gonna have to try and figure out what the password is, huh?” he said.

“Indeed, indeed! Now, hurry up and give me it so that we can start being all cute and romantic and stuff like that!” Kokichi whined.

“Alright, alright, I’m thinking.” Shuichi told him.

He set the tray down on the coffee table and tapped his chin, thinking of what the password could be.

“Hm...I love Panta?” he answered.

“Nope! That’s not it!” Kokichi chirped in response.

“Huh? That’s not it? I really thought that...” Shuichi trailed off.

“You’re gonna have to try harder than that, Shuichi.” Kokichi said.

Shuichi sighed.

“Alright, then...I hate Momota-kun?”

“Nope! Incorrect!”

“I eat pie.”

“Nope!”

“Top secret organization?”

“No dice.”

“Shuichi and Kokichi.”

“Hmmm...that sounds nice, but no.”

“Ice cream cat?”

“Huh? No.”

“World is mine?”

“No!” Kokichi stuck his head out from the blanket fort, cheeks puffed out in an adorable pout. “Are you dumb?!” he whined.

“I am not—Wait, is that the password?” Shuichi asked.

“No, it isn’t!”

“Kokichi, this is too difficult!”

“Okay, fine! Let me give you a hint: what do you think couples say to one another on a day like today?”

“On a day like today?”

Shuichi knitted his brows together as he began to think.

Well, today is Valentine’s Day, so I’m pretty sure there are many things that couples say to one another, he thought to himself.

He looked at Kokichi.

Let’s go with this, he thought to himself.

“Happy Valentine’s Day?” he spoke hesitantly.

Kokichi looked like he was about ready to climb out of the fort and smack Shuichi upside the head.

“Okay, let me phrase it a different way: what do we usually say to each other when we express our feelings of love and what not?” he asked.

Shuichi eyed Kokichi, still not being able to piece it all together. Then, realization hit him.

Oh...that’s what he wants me to say, he thought to himself.

He had to stop himself from giggling.

That’s really cute, actually, he told himself.

Kokichi blew some stray strands of hair out of his eyes as the pout on his lips grew bigger.

“Ugh, fine, I’ll tell you. The password is ‘I love you.’” he said.

Shuichi watched as Kokichi looked away, his cheeks taking on a rosy red color.

He’s even embarrassed...oh my god, he is so cute, he thought to himself.

Just watching his boyfriend get all flustered almost made him blush, as well.

“Well...I love you too, Kokichi.” Shuichi responded.

Kokichi eyed Shuichi out of the corner his eye, the blush on his cheeks refusing to disappear.

“I knew that already...” he crawled back into the fort. “Now, hurry up and get in here.” he muttered out.

A small chuckle escaped his lips.

“Alright, alright.” he took the tray and slid it into the fort. “Before I do that, though, poke your head back out for a second.” he requested.

“Heh?! But why?!” Kokichi complained.

“Come on, it’ll only be for a second.” Shuichi said.

Silence came from inside of the blanket fort. Then, he heard Kokichi release a loud sigh.

“Fine...” he mumbled as he poked his head out.

Shuichi smiled before reaching out and cupping Kokichi’s cheek. He closed the distance between them, their lips coming together in a kiss. Kokichi stiffened for a second before melting into the kiss. Shuichi’s heart fluttered at the sound of Kokichi sighing against his lips in content.

He broke the kiss after a couple of minutes, pressing their foreheads together. Kokichi’s eyes slowly fluttered open, a mixture of love and need sparkling in them as Shuichi spoke.

“I love you.” he whispered.

Kokichi shuddered at Shuichi’s words as his breath hit his lips.

“I...love you, too...” he muttered out, finding himself captivated by his boyfriend.

“I know.” Shuichi stroked his cheek. “Now, can I come in?” he asked.

“Hm?” Kokichi hummed out in response.

“The fort. I gave you the password properly this time. I’m asking if I can come in now.” Shuichi said.

Kokichi blinked, trying to process Shuichi’s words. Then, it clicked.

“You sly fucker!” he reached out and whacked Shuichi on the head. “Stop teasing me and get your ass in here already! The food’s going to get cold!” he barked out as he retreated back into the fort.

Shuichi smiled, feeling accomplished over getting Kokichi all flustered.

“Alright.” he said before parting the blankets and disappearing inside.

#anon #request #valentine's day starters #danganronpa v3 #saiouma #shuichi saihara #kokichi ouma #tw: implied past self-harm #tagging just in case #it's very brief and very much implied #but it only lasts for half a second before becoming fluffy again #blanket forts #romance #fluff #they're both dorks lmao #oblivious shuichi XD #kawaiikichi

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