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tsukkismoonlight · 8 months

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Together Again || U.W x reader

Summary: It's been two years since you’ve last seen your childhood friend. Busy with his career in volleyball, and your own college life, you’ve certainly missed being home. It was easy to forget the comfort of your family’s home cooked meals, and their secure hugs. Summer break just as easily brings it all back, including the way you had forgotten your true feelings for the boy next door. An old summer tradition from your young days brings you back together, and you hope that it stays that way.

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A/n: Long time no see! I hope everyone has been well! A while back I joined the For the Summer (and Forever more) collab that @auraxins was running, and of course I got busy with work and life, but I am posting this just in time! A little fic about childhood friends and nostalgia mixed with a couple of overused tropes (that i love) please feel free to let me know what you thought about the fic, as i'm pretty excited to be posting something, and this one i'm particularly proud of! Also, this is most certainly inspired by @gb-patch ‘s Our Life, so if you haven’t checked it out before, be sure to take a look at the game!

The night air is warm, settling heavily in your chest with each breath in. The grass beneath your legs seems to both tickle and itch at the same time, a sensation that you’re not sure if it bothers you or not.

“Why are you out here by yourself?” a sudden voice comes behind you.

You startle easily. This is no exception. You quickly shoot to your feet, your eight year old self has no problem with that yet. No sore muscles or tired mindset to hold you back.

Turning to face the stranger, you find that it's a kid about your age. In the dim lighting you can't tell if his hair is a dark brown, or just black. “Uh, I’m waiting for the fireflies. They always come out this time of the year.”

He studies you for a moment, young eyes seemingly scrutinizing your appearance. Your knee has a newly healing scrape, not yet bandaged by your family. You are sure that your pale shirt has a grass stain from your tumble earlier, and you wouldn’t be surprised if your hair was unruly.

“Cool.” Is his only word. It’s hard to tell if the kid means it, by the way he stares so blankly at you.

You tear your eyes away from him, taking interest in the patch of grass under your scuffed up shoes. It's quiet once more, and yet neither of you make any moves.

Finally after what feels like an eternity, you give a small sigh. Maybe you could share your summer tradition with the boy. The one you always partook in alone, a special annual celebration of your own doing that meant the world to your eight year old self.

“Want to catch them with me?”

At this, the boy’s eyes seemed to widen some, and he gave a silent but firm nod. He moved to stand closer to you, not quite next to you, but near you.

Together, you held your breath, eyes scanning across the field as you both ached to catch a glimpse of a neon bug.

After a few mere moments, one caught your eye, just to the left of the kid, floating lazily through the air. You silently brought your hand up to point at it, starting to excitedly bob up and down on your toes.

The boy moved towards it quickly, hands outstretched as he attempted to catch it. Before he got close enough, it’s light dimmed and it disappeared into the night. He stilled, turning back to face you with golden eyes, “It was too fast…”

You laughed at him, cutting yourself off before he thought you were making fun of him, “You have to go slow! And be more careful!” You paused, thinking of a way to make it sound easier, “Like…a spy! One on a super secret mission!”

For a moment, all the boy did was stare at you, and then, he surprised you.

The boy cracked a small smile, and held a hand out to you, his left hand, “Let’s be spies then, we can pretend to need the fireflies to…to save the world.”

“Team Firefly ! That can be us!” You grin eagerly, before turning to face the rest of the grassy field, “Let’s get to work!”

Together, the two of you ran through the uneven grass, hands outstretched towards the tiny glowing bugs, pausing only when you had one to show, repeating the actions until your names had been called for the night.

Time seemed to pass quickly the rest of that summer, maybe due to having a new friend, maybe not. In fact, time seemed to pass quickly over the next few years, so much so that you were now about twenty-two, and getting ready to head back home.

“So, what's your plan for the summer?”

You turn your head to look at one of your closest friends, dark eyes meeting yours for a second before looking out of the window of your now empty dorm room.

“Well, once I get back home, I want to try and catch some fireflies if they come back out this year.”

“You haven’t done that in awhile.”

His comment stills you, a low and hollow feeling settling in your stomach. Spending time away from home was hard, and missing out on your favorite childhood activity only made it worse.

“Yeah, I guess that's true…”

He leans across a box labeled “books” lazily, humming to himself for a moment, “So, does that mean you’ll see him this summer?”

You blink a few times, face heating up as you realize what he means.

“What? No! I mean…maybe but uh. I uh…” you fumble to form a sentence, hands coming up to defend yourself.

“Jeez! I didn’t mean it that way, I just meant it in general!” He pushes himself of the box, shaking his head slowly, “I know that you’ve been in love with the guy since you met, but is that all you think about when it comes to him?”

You release a large amount of air in a dramatic sigh, “First of all, I am not /in love/ with him. He’s just a friend. Secondly, I’m not sure if he’s going to be home this summer, because of his whole volleyball thing y’know?”

“Ah yes, how could I forget, you know someone almost famous” he chuckles, rounding the corner of your small dorm hallway, “Well, when you see Ushijima Wakatoshi, don’t forget about your best friend because you are totally in love with that guy, and I’ve been telling you that for ages.”

He leaves through the front door, not before shouting something about being back the next morning to help you pack up your car.

The lock clicks loudly in the quiet of your dorm, as does the sound of your feet softly hitting the wooden floors. Your bed creaks beneath you as you lower yourself into the plastic of the mattress, something that had always bothered you about it.

You pull out your phone, tapping away at the numbers on the screen to let you in.

3473359.

Firefly.

That was your passcode. It had been part of your life ever since you were eight. Ever since you met him. Ever since Ushijima Wakatoshi snuck up on you in the tall grass.

Maybe your friend was right. As your trip back home had come closer, the only thing you’ve been able to think about was him.

You let out a loud groan, throwing yourself back onto the mattress, squeezing your eyes shut. This was no time to contemplate your feelings for your friend. If anything, this was the time to focus on your summer. Iced coffees, long naps, days at the beach, picnics, home cooked meals from your father, and the feeling that everything would be okay.

That's what you needed.

Just then, a notification crossed your screen. It was your mother.

>Everyone is excited to see you! Please drive safe tomorrow, or you might give this old woman a heart attack

You squint at the words, thumbs flying over the keyboard with a response just seconds after receiving it.

>everyone? Isn’t it just you and dad?

The typing bubble pops up, then disappears, and finally, another text.

>oh i think i forgot to tell you! Takashi Utsui and his son will be home this summer!

>i was telling them all about you and how well you’re doing in school!

Your phone nearly hits your face, though luckily it lands just to the right of your head, the screen illuminating a small portion of your room.

So he was going to be home this summer. You were going to see him after all. And he was excited to see you?

>well, i'm excited to see everyone too!

>okay well get some sleep dear, i need you to arrive in one piece tomorrow, okay?

>okay mom. I love you, see you tomorrow!

With that, you lean over to where your charger sits on the floor, before setting an alarm for the morning, and then setting a second one, knowing full and well that you’d either sleep through the first, or shut it off and go back to sleep.

The morning came and went, you, your packed car, and your favorite playlist of music, were on the road.

Driving alone had never been your favorite idea, but it had to be done. It gave you too much time to think. Too much time to think specifically about your summer. You knew that your parents had some things planned for the three of you, but they had also said that you were free to do whatever you pleased, as long as you came home at a decent time, and let them know where you were going to be.

Part of you wondered how many of their plans included Ushijima and his dad. How many did you /want/ them to be included in? Should you invite him to hang out? What if he was busy?

You sigh, shaking yourself out of your thoughts as you glance out your window, where a cow in passing grazes on some grass. You imagine that the cow has no worries, which must be nice.

You bring your focus back to the road, loosening your grip on your wheel. It was summer. You could be like the cow, not a care in the world. No school, no homework, no job, just you and the warm air, itchy grass, sticky hands from melted popsicles. You were going to enjoy yourself. You had to.

It was the late evening when you arrived at your house, two lone figures standing outside waving as you pushed the gear shift into park.

They didn’t wait for you to leave the car, your mother pulling on the handle to the driver side door, while your father stands behind her.

“You’re just in time for dinner!” Your mother.

“Why don't we do the unpacking tomorrow, and catching up tonight?” Your father.

“I have so many questions about your time away, you’ll have to answer every single one of them.” Your mother again.

Before your father could steal a chance to speak again, you climbed hastily out of the car and threw your hands around the both of them, burying your head in their shoulders, “I missed you.”

Their arms immediately enveloped your frame, squeezing you tightly as they repeated the words back to you.

Just being back in their arms made your little world feel right again, pulling you back into one piece.

Together, you walked inside of your small house, and into the kitchen where two more people sat.

The first of which was Takashi Utsui, who looked a little more aged since you last saw him. But his eyes still held that warm look he had always given his neighbors.

The second of which, was of course, Ushijima Wakatoshi. It had been two years since you had seen him. And he hadn’t changed. His hair was still styled the same way, short bangs falling over his forehead but stopping just before his eyes. Even sitting down he was tall, large frame making it a bit hard for him to sit comfortably. But what was the most recognizable, was the nearly expressionless nature of his face.

You greeted them politely, a small bow of your head before speaking up, “It’s been awhile, how are you two?”

His dad spoke first, “I’ve been well, just trying to stay busy while my son is away.” He cracks a smile, carefully clapping a hand onto Ushijima’s shoulder, “It’s been real quiet in the neighborhood without you two around.”

You give a little laugh at that, recalling days when you were kids, most typically you were the one shouting as you ran in the grass, while Ushijima made sure you weren’t going to trip on anything.

You spare another look to Ushijima, eyeing him for a moment before re-stating your question, “And how are you Ushijima-san?” You ask, turning away at the last moment. Was looking at him always so…flustering. Probably not. Your friend making all those comments must have something to do with it. You make a mental note to yell at him later for it.

You can hear the rustle of his windbreaker, and a small breath taken in. “I’ve been well, thank you for asking.”

There’s a long pause, awkward as much as it is stifling, before he speaks once again, “I hope you’ve been well.”

This brings you to look back at him, piercing eyes matched with his signature stone faced expression. Some things will never change. At least you know him well enough to know that he doesn’t mean any harm by it. A small smile seems to creep on your face.

“I have been alright. Mostly just tired. But, I finished the year off with high marks.”

Upon hearing that, his father stepped into the conversation, “Your parents have been telling us about your time in college, congratulations on finishing your year well!”

This brought your parents back into the discussion, their faces lighting up at the chance to engage in their favorite activity: smothering you with affection.

It was nice that they cared so much, but at times it could make you feel as if one wrong move, one bad grade, even the slightest way of disappointing them could make their image of you crumble away. They never meant to put that kind of weight on your shoulders, and you knew that it was entirely self imposed, but it was something you couldnt shake, ever since you first left for school.

After some time of constant praise, you managed to switch the topic, asking about summer plans.

Your mother came around to where you were standing, a gentle hand on your shoulder blade, “Whatever you want to do.”

“Mom, I can’t make all the decisions, I want to do what you and dad want to do too.” You gave her a pointed look, then looked back to your neighbors, “And if you guys have any plans, I can join you for them too, as long as im not intruding on your time together.”

Utsui seemed to brighten at your words, before turning to face his son, “Now that would be pleasant, right Wakatoshi?”

“Yeah.”

His father laughed, shaking his head slightly as he did. “Why dont you get settled in here, and we can make plans tomorrow?”

Your father nodded along, “It is getting late, we wouldn’t want to keep you too long. Let’s plan tomorrow!”

Not too long after, the five of you said your goodnights, waiting for your neighbors to step inside their house before returning to your own. Your parents walked you to your bedroom, where most of your things still laid dormant.

“Maybe tomorrow we can help you put up your pictures, and if you want we can rearrange your furniture?” Your mom stopped at the doorway, eyes scanning your childhood room carefully.

You mimicked her gesture, looking around the space. Your bed had always been pushed into the far left corner, while your desk was opposite it in the right. You had a dresser just off to the side of it, and a small closet along the same wall that your bed was on.

“No thats alright. I think kid me would cry if I changed it now.”

Your father came up behind your mother, nodding seriously, though there was a hint of a smile hiding on his features, “You did hate change when you were a kid. I still remember when Utsui and his son moved in, you were mad that our old neighbor had left, and that you wouldnt be able to play with their dog again.”

You huff dramatically, “I am still mad at them. Who is going to chase Maru around the yard?” You paused, stepping closer to your parents, “I bet they found some other kid to take my place, I’m devasted to this day.”

“I’m sure you are.” Your mom reached out to take your hands carefully, “Now, its time for you to get some sleep, you were driving all day.”

You pulled her in for a hug, in which your father joined shortly after, and you all said another set of goodnights.

The next morning, the sun woke you up. Something you had forgotten about since being away. Every morning, it would stream through your curtains, and force you to wake, like a natural alarm. You could vaguely remember kid you rolling over in an upset manner, hiding under the blankets until it got too stuffy to stay in bed.

Slowly, you pulled yourself out of bed, and stepped into the hallway, quietly making your way back into the dining area where you had been the night before. Your father stood near the opening to the small kitchn, a steaming cup of tea in his hands. He had been staring down into it, deep in thought.

Like this, you could see the age clear on him. His hair had greyed some, and he had deep smile lines by his mouth, and worry lines on his forehead. His eyes seemed tired, half due to it being about eight in the morning, and your father was not a morning person.

“Good morning, dad.” You spoke quietly, to which he still startled some.

“Oh good morning!” He grinned, moving to set his drink down for a moment, “Your mother is out in the garden, but we need to stop by the market. She wants to cook something special tonight.”

You hummed lightly, “Am I tagging along?”

He chuckled, “Oh no, not only do you need to unpack, but you got your hate for mornings from me. Go ahead and stay home kiddo.” He ruffled your hair as you walked into the kitchen, despite your attempt to dodge away from his hand.

“Mkay, you’ve got a point there.” you paused, “Any idea when you’ll be back?”

He stared at you evenly, “You know how your mother is, we might be there for a few hours. She’s very picky when it comes to cooking ingredients.” While his words were slightly exasperated, he still held a warmness in his eyes. He probably could spend all day at the market with your mom, if it meant making her happy.

He left you to find your breakfast, ushering your mom into their car and driving off to the market just barely on the other side of town.

You settled for some toast and eggs. Bringing it back into your room, a little voice in your head reminding you to bring the dishes back out before your mother returned. You would not repeat the summer you were twelve, when she discovered crumbs on your bed.

You picked up your phone from where it was hidden under your pillow, opening it to your messages. Your friend had messaged you, just hours before you woke up, most likely he was getting up for a run. How he managed it every morning was beyond you.

>Get home alright?

>See your boyfriend yet?

You glared intensely at the screen, hoping he could feel it wherever he was. You tapped away at the screen.

>he’s not my boyfriend

He responded quickly, another cheeky remark filling your screen.

>but you want him to be

You paused, starting to reply, but backspacing your words. You couldn’t find a way to defend yourself without knowing he would only use it to his advantage.

>Im blocking your number

You hit send, and directed your attention to your bedroom window. There was a slight thudding noise coming from outside. Your hands deftly sliding it open, just as you had done many times growing up.

It wasn’t hard to find the source of the noise. In his backyard, Ushijima was practicing. You watched silently as he set himself up for a receive, before quickly moving to a low stance, arms in a perfect platform. The ball flew back up into the air, a few inches away from his old volleyball net. His next move was something you had always wished to see in person. He had just enough time to take two steps, before pushing off the ground. His left hand making contact with the ball flawlessly.

With no blockers, and no one to attempt a recieve from his hit, it slammed into the ground, and bounced away. He seemed to take a few heavy breaths before crossing under the net, stooping down to collect his volleyball.

When he turned back around, his eyes strayed up to your window, instantly spotting you leaning out of it.

You stifled a gasp, realizing that you had been staring at him while he was practicing, for too long. You could feel the warmth in your cheeks, and raised a hand ever so slightly. “Uh, morning, Ushijima-san.”

It took him a moment to reply, most likely wondering why you had been watching him. “Good morning.”

You gave a sheepish smile, mentally kicking yourself as you did. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to watch for so long, I just never actually got to see you play outside of a phone screen.”

He walked a little closer to your window, stopping short of his fence. As he did, you could see a light layer of sweat, and his face slightly red. He must have been at it for quite some time. Which did not surprise you. With his repuatation, a volleyplayer such as himself couldn’t afford to miss out on practice.

His words brought you out of your own thoughts, a question that you hadn’t thought he would bother asking.

“You watched my games?”

Instinctively, you leaned a little further out of your window, just as you had done as a kid, “Of course I did. I tried to keep up with all of your games! Its you, I mean, we were close friends as kids, so…” You trailed off, trying not to sound weird.

Just then, Ushijima let out a quiet but clearly a positive hum, and his lips turned up in a small smile. The sight of it made your heart thud. You looked away, instead taking an incredible amount of focus on a cloud in the distance.

“Next time I have a game, I’ll send you a ticket.”

Another sentence that cause your heart to beat hard enough for you to notice. You glanced back over to him, taking a moment to calm yourself. “I promise to be the looudest one cheering for you then.”

He finished your statment for you, “Like when we were kids.”

Your mind stilled for a second. You had convinced yourself that by now, Ushijima Wakatoshi had left behind the times that you shared when you were younger, in favor of his sport and new friends. The thought was immediately shattered upon hearing his words.

“Yeah, just like when we were kids.” You returned the sentiment, before clearing your throat some, “I’ll uh, let you get back to it though. I need to bring my things inside and unpack.”

He nodded to you, slowly turning away to the net once more.

You paused, halfway back inside your room, before leaning back out of it once more, “Ushijima-san!”

He glanced back your way, eyes a little wide at your sudden call. The ball in his hands waiting for its user to continue his practice.

“When i’m done, would you like to join me for a trip into town? Maybe I can buy us lunch or something…”

He thought for a moment, eyes showing no hint as to what exactly those thoughts were. The seconds spanned between the two of you, your stomach seemed to churn with anxiety.

“Sure.”

You nearly let out a sigh of relief. Then said a temporary goodbye before sliding back into your bed. You never had trouble asking him to hang out as a kid, which was probably due to the nature of your friendship. As kids, you had a large amount of courage, and hardly ever took no as answer, especially when it came to Ushijima. Where you went, he was sure to follow.

The more you thought on it, the more you realized that Ushijima had been such a staple of your life. When you were kids, Ushijima scared away anyone who was mean to you, and you would loudly object to anyone who called him names. Before highschool, you had grown even closer, enough to talk to him about your dreams for the future, the ones that did not match your childhood dreams. Nothing would ever top being spies however.

You breathed in, a thought at the forefront of your mind. Your friend was right. Even just being home for one day reminded you of the affection you held for your neighbor. How long had you ignored the idea that you might want to be more than just friends with Ushijima? You couldn’t say, but looking back on the years, it was easy to see now.

You always wanted to be near him, always wanted to share a space with him even if it meant sitting in silence. You’d share food with eachother, and offered to take care of him if he ever felt sick. You would do your best to help him practice, which usually resulted in you shagging the balls that he hit your way. Not to mention that every summer that he had been home, you always dragged him out to see the fireflies.

You could feel your chest tighten, heart rapidly speeding up as you came to the realization that you did have feelings for him, and had just been hiding them away from yourself. But now, what could you do about it? You would never want to get in the way of his career in volleyball, or any dreams that he had, and you also had aspirations of your own, ones that might mean being away from him. And of course, there was the heavy weight that loomed over you, shadowing you with uncertainty. Ushijima might not even like you in the same way. Afterall, you had pretty much been the driving force of your friendship. Hopefully he had never felt that you were overbearing.

From where it still sat on your bed, your phone began to buzz a random pattern. You were getting a phone call.

You mentally thanked whoever it was for the distraction, and reached over to pick it up.

“Hello?”

“Hello to you too, you mother would like to know if she should buy you anything from the market?” Your father sounded a little muffled, probably trying to keep his voice down while out in public.

You shrugged, even though he couldn’t see it, “I don’t think so…not unless they still have the stand with the necklace pendants!” That one had always been your favorite to look at as a kid. It was full of intricate designs on either wood, stone, or wire wrapped gems. You never had enough on you to buy one, but looking was enough.

“Hah, okay. I’ll let her know. Did you get your stuff inside yet?”

“No, not yet. I’m about to though, and then when i’m done, I invited Ushijima to go into town with me, it’s been awhile since I’ve been there. “

You dad was quiet for a moment, thinking over his words most likely, “Back to sticking by his side all the time?” there was a light teasing tone in his voice, and something told you that your father was onto you and your troublesome feelings for Ushijima.

“Well, it is summer, I have to be as much as a kid while I can.”

Another pause, “Well, don’t forget to come home to your loving and adoring parents, yeah?”

You snorted, “Yeah, I wont forget. I’ll let you go back to shopping though, don’t lose mom in the crowd.”

After you hung up, you looked back to your forgotten breakfast, carefully grabbing the plate and taking it back down into the kitchen. You needed to focus on bringing your things inside and set up your room. It takes you a few trips to get it all inside, but it gets done.

You glance at the time. Eleven thirty-two. You could at least unpack your clothes, and put them away in your dresser. Most of them should still be folded anyways. You moves past your box of books, and another one labelled ‘decorations’ before finding your suitcase. You pulled out an outfit for today, and then started to separate shirts from pants and shorts, athletic clothes fom sleepwear, and everything inbetween. Once they were all sorted, you moved onto putting them away in your drawyers, knowing full and well that they’d inevitably end up sitting in a laundry basket, never to be folded again.

As you finished, you took some time to clear a pathway through your room, picking up your clothes to bring them to the bathroom, so you could take a quick shower to wash off your drive from the day before.

By the time you stepped out of the shower, it was already noon. Hopefully Ushijima still wanted to join you in seeing your hometown for the first time in about a year for you, and about two years for him. You wondered if anything had changed, and what had stayed the same. If you could change within a year, so could your town.

With a fresh set of clothes, you set out to go find Ushijima. A quick glance outside your window showed that he was no longer practicing, which meant you’d have to go to their front door. Grabbing your car keys from where you had tossed them onto your desk, you once more made your way to the front of the house, and locking the door behind you. You hesitated for only an instant before stepping off your small porch and crossing through the grass to your neighboring house, rapping your knuckles across the door in a way to keep it from being too loud.

Within moments, the door swung open, revealing Ushijima. He had changed out of his clothes from earlier, now in a simple gray t-shirt and a pair of black joggers. He looked good. As the though hit you, you shoved it away, not wanting to just stand in his doorway focused on how he looked attractive in the plain outfit.

“Do you still want to join me to town?” You asked, rocking back onto your heels, waiting for his answer.

His eyes slid to the side, just behind the door, where he grabbed a crewneck sweater, pulling it over his head easily before stepping outside, “Yeah.”

You looked at him sideways for a moment, pursing your lips as you looked at his sweater. “You do know it’s going to be hot out?”

“I do know that. But it might get cold iniside certain buildings. I want to be prepared.” He stated it so simply, as if he couldn’t fathom why you didn’t have the same thought process.

You laughed lightly, of course that was his reasoning. Ushijima wanted to be prepared to be cold, in the middle of summer. At least he was thinking ahead. Something about the whole thing made you wonder if he was like that with everything he did, though he had never seemed overly cautious.

“Mkay, let’s get in the car.”

“What’s funny about my sweater?” he asked from your side, his long strides making it hard to keep up with him for the short distance that was to your car.

At this, you reached over to his sleeve, pulling at the seam gently, “It’s inside out Ushijima-san.” You kept your voice a little low, trying to be gentle about it. You’d never seen him get embarrassed but if he were, it would be about something like that. Ushijima usually wanted to seem well put together when he was home.

He looked down at his sweater, pulling it away from his body as he inspected it. “You’re right.” He stopped walking, starting to pull the dark green crewneck back over his head, now flipped so it wasn’t inside out. He slid his arms back into the sleeves, only to struggle getting it over his head. You blinked a few times before moving closer to him, the soft fabric in your hands before you could think about it.

With a careful tug, you pulled the crewneck back down, freeing Ushijima from death by sweater. You were looking down at the lettering on it, when you could hear him take the quietest breath in. This prompted you to look up, quickly becoming aware of how close you had gotten to him. Your eyes met. In the sunlight, his eyes looked golden. They were widened, seemingly a little shocked. You immediately took a step back, fumbling with your words for a moment before finally getting out an apology.

“I did not realize how close I was, I’m sorry!” You held your hands out away from your body, mind still reeling.

Ushijima appeared to have shook himself from his surprise, and once more looked at you, “It’s okay. I don’t mind.”

Another apology died in your throat, as you proccessed his words. He didn’t mind? What the hell was that supposed to mean? He didn’t mind you helping him with his sweater, or he didn’t mind how close you were? If it was the latter, then what does that even mean in general? Was itbecause you were close friends as kids? Or was it-

You stopped yourself from the spiraling thoughts, instead focusing on not letting your face show your worried thoughts.

“Ah, what do you mean by that?” You questioned, trying to be casual about it.

He stiffened visibly, one of his hands coming up to pull at the collar of his crewneck. “It’s nothing. Thank you for helping me.”

And just like in your dining room, an uncomfortable silence descended over the two of you, one that hung in the air like a candle scent that you dont entirely love. It lasted the whole car ride into town. You resolved to ignore it for the time being, and instead try to lighten the mood from whatever it was just then.

You rounded a corner steadily, and pulled to a stop infront of an old cafe. It used to be run by an elderly couple, but a few years back, they retired, and their daughter and her partner took over the business for them.

There was a subtle ringing of bells as the two of you walked inside, making your way to the counter side by side. You watched as Ushijima’s eyes wandered the little cafe. He looked down at the counter, where a small cat statue sat, portraying a spotted cat curled up, asleep. He gingerly tapped the ceramic head of the cat, lips curling up ever so slightly.

You both looked up as a hostess greeted you politely, and led you to a small booth. She left you for a few moments after that. It wasn’t busy in the cafe but she did have other patrons to attend to.

“I’ve never been here.” Ushijima was still looking around, admiring the minimalistic design of the place. It was mostly white, with some soft blue detailing, and a few gray-scale paintings hanging on the wall.

“Really?” For someone who had lived here almost his whole life, he sure didn’t get out much. It was almost hard to believe that he hadn’t also been everywhere you had been. At least that’s what both of your parents would say on the topic.

“Mhm.” He pulled his attention back to you, a tender look in his eyes as he mused outloud, “I think Tendo would like it here.”

The name rang a bell in your head, and it took you about two seconds to remember why. “Oh! You played with Tendo at Shiratorizawa! I think I remember seeing him on the court!”

He nodded. “I think you two would have gotten along too.”

“Maybe he can visit sometime, he seemed like a good friend to you when you weren’t playing.”

Ushijima thought for a moment, before pulling out his phone, “Would you mind joining me for a picture?”

The suddenness of the question took you by surprise, tilting your head as you gave Ushijima a blank look.

“Well, I think he would like this cafe, and also have liked you.” He sucked at communicating. It took you at least three whole seconds to connect the dots.

Like a light being clicked on, you understood what he meant. Ushijima wanted to send a picture to his friend. He wanted you in the picture. He was going to tell his friend about you. Well…maybe.

“Yeah, okay. Do you want me to sit in your side of the booth for it?”

He merely nodded in response, a more serious look crossing his face as he tapped away at his screen. While he readied the camera, you stood up, making your way to the open spot on the booth, sliding close to him, but not as close as earlier.

The smell of freshly washed linen, and slightly of sandalwood washed over you, and you were surprised that you hadn’t noticed it earlier. Your shoulders bumped as he leaned a little closer to you. And you drew your attention to his camera, where Ushijima’s finger hovered over the shutter button. You frowned slightly, watching as his face stayed the same levelness that he always seemed to have.

“You should smile.” You stated plainly, bringing a hand up to his face, poking his cheek. It was easy to fall into a pattern of being playful with him, just as you did when you were younger. You almost didn’t even realize that you had done it.

He turned over to you, opening his mouth to say something, before shutting it quickly. He seemed to question himself for a moment, before doing what he was told. His smile didn’t seem forced. It was small and rather cute. You leaned in a little more, letting a natural smile take over your face as he snapped a few pictures. One of them you didn’t even notice Ushijima holding up two fingers behind your head, acting as bunny ears, until he had already taken the picture.

“Don’t think I didn’t see that, Ushijima-san.” You said as you started to stand back up, to return to your side of the table.

However, he caught your wrist, his hand easily enveloping your wrist, though his grip wasn’t tight enough to hurt you.

“You don’t need to do that.” He paused, thinking to himself once more before continuing, “We’ve known eachother for years, we don’t need to use honorifics.”

You knew that when he said ‘we’ he meant you. And it wasn’t something you were doing on purpose, rather it was habit you had forced yourself to do while in school, as you only really had the one close friend, and hardly knew any other students beyond their names. But Ushijima…he had a point. You had known him since you were eight. You nodded slowly, starting to pull your hand out of his. You tried to ignore the way your fingers lingered on his. You tried to ignore the searing feeling of his hand on your wrist. The gentle tone he had taken. The meaning of his words.

“Okay, just Ushijima then.” you sat back down, and before either of you could continue, your hostess came back.

She took your drink orders, and then your food orders, and left once more.The rest of your time at the cafe was spent talking, and then at times, sitting in silence while you ate your food. But it was different than in the car. This was easy, comfortable, a reminder of how things used to be before the two years of not seeing eachother had happened. You could sit at this diner with Ushijima for hours. Maybe even days.

But, you did have to return back home at some point. Your mother was making dinner, and your father made you promise to come back, in his own words of not forgetting your parents, of course.

Back at the front counter, you tried to pay, card already in hand, when Ushijima’s phone flashed a card, and the reader gave a short beep. You blinked a few times, your brain trying to catch up to your eyes.

“Hey! I was supposed to pay!”

He shrugged a response, already turning to the door of the cafe, “Too slow, maybe next time.”

And just like earlier in the day, at your window, your heart sped up, its beats sounding loud in your chest. He had said next time. There was going to be a next time. You forced a scowl, shaking your head at him. “I’ll slip money under your door.”

He held the door open for you, his hand coming to the small of your back as he followed behind, guiding you out of the way of more cafe guests. His touch seemed to burn, but in the way the sun felt when you were outside, its rays warming your skin while a breeze floated past.

“I’ll just return the money.” He leaned down, his words held a light tone to them. This was the Ushijima you knew as a kid. While he could sound uninterested, the fact that he talked at all was how you knew he was your friend. And that was all you needed to know when you were younger. That you had made a friend in him.

You frown at him, and stop walking all together. “Ushijima Wakatoshi. This can only be settled one way then.”

He stared back, brows furrowing for only a moment before you spoke again.

“The fireflies. They should be out tonight. If you can catch more than me, I’ll let you get away with paying for lunch. If I can cath more than you, I get to pay you back.”

He stepped around you, throwing a competetive look over his shoulder, “Alright.”

You pulled your keys out, unlocking the car for the both of you. It was a short trip home, filled with music from an artist you hadn’t heard of, but was good nonetheless.

You departed on the sidewalk, after confirming that you’d meet up in your backyard around ten pm.

Upon walking inside, your mother greeted you with a kind smile, and an almost childlike joy in her eyes. Your heart swelled at the sight.

“Good evening, how was the market?” You asked, slipping off your shoes before making your way to where she stood by the kitchen counter.

“Oh it was wonderful! Your father let me bring home new plants for the garden, as well as some handmade house decorations!” She paused, hands coming up to hold your shoulders for a moment before her eyes widened, “Oh! We also got you a few gifts! Let me go get them!”

She disappeared into the hallway, leaving you in the quiet of the kitchen, a pot on the stove bubbling on a low flame. It smelled good. You had missed it.

When your mother reentered the room, your father was trailing behind her. She held a small parchment envelope, which she passed to you, holding your hands for a passing moment.

When she let go, you took a moment to admire the packaging. It was a simple brown paper, wrapped with twine, and a small card stamped with the vendor’s logo. Simple, but definitely something to take your time on looking at.

You carefully untie the twine, and unfold the wrapping, revealing two identical necklaces. They were fireflies. The bug itself was carved out of wood with impressive detailing, while the end had small green stones, if you shifted them one way or another, the green would fade a slight yellow, giving the feeling of a glow.

You smiled at the sight. It wasn’t hard to imagine why they bought two of them. Your parents knew what the lightning bugs meant to you…and you were sure that they knew how much Ushijima meant to you.

“After dinner, be sure to give him the other one.” Your father said, all while stirring the contents of the pot on the stove, most likely knowing that your mom would eventually forget that it was there.

“I will, dont worry.” You wave him off, starting to say something to change the subject, when your mother stops you short.

“I don’t want to assume anything, but do you love him?”

You froze. The feeling from earlier today taking over your whole body. A not quite uncomfortable feeling, but one that sends warmth to your cheeks and a slight tremble to your hands.

Instantly, your father chastised your mother, trying to ease his child at the same time.

You took a moment to shake off the nerves that had spilt over your mind. “Its okay dad. Im sure that you guys have always known…” you trailed off, eyes glancing to the clock on the wall nearest to you, “I think I do love him. I’m not sure when it happened, but even for the short time I’ve been home, It’s been on my mind. He’s been on my mind.”

Your parents shared a look. They weren’t exactly expecting you to be so honest with them on the topic. When they brought their attention back to you, they both wore the same expression. Not quite worried, but it was still there.

“Are you going to tell him?” Your dad’s voice was soft, one he would use when he tried approaching the local strays.

You shifted your weight, mind racing with all the different ways that conversation with Ushijima could go. In the end, you were sure that you’d regret it if you didn’t.

“Yeah. Tonight. When the fireflies come out.”

They shared another look, and a quiet breath escaped your mother. When she turned back to you, she was smiling once more, “Well, let’s eat before the big moment, yeah?”

You’re hardly able to eat dinner, hardly able to sit still. You notice every minute that passes by. It takes all of your strength to stay with your parents as they finish their meals.

It’s nine forty-five when you make your way to your backyard, slowly coming to sit on the ground, trying to take as many deep breaths as you possibly can.

The night air is warm, and it settles in your chest heavily. The grass beneath your legs tickles and itches all at once. Above your head, a few fireflies are seemingly floating in the summer night’s breeze.

This time, his voice doesn’t scare you.

“You’re early. It’s not ten yet.”

You turn halfway, leaning on one of your hands as you do, “I know. I figured I’d sit for a minute.”

He walks closer, standing next to you for a moment, eyes straying up to the sky. He brings his eyes back to your form, lowering himself into the grass next to you. Ushijima is still wearing his sweater. He still smells vaguely of sandalwood.

Neither of you speak just yet. You don’t know how to tell him your thoughts, and he must know that you have something on your mind.

A small gust of air passes over you, and you can’t help the shiver that follows shortly. Part of it is from the temperature starting to drop, the other part from nerves.

“Would you like my sweater?” His voice is quiet, and sincere.

You don’t even get the chance to answer before he slides it off, and passes it to you. You fumble over a thank you, trying to hide the shaking of your hands as you pull the collar over your head, tugging on the sleeves until they meet your wrists.

It’s silent again.

You open your mouth to speak, when you feel something land on your hand. Your eyes flick downwards.

You hadn’t seen it. A lone firefly danced through the air before it came to rest atop your hand. It’s gentle glow would come and go in waves while you watched it crawl.

“Caught one.” Your voice scares it away, but the sensation stays.

He chuckles. A sound you had always enjoyed. “That’s only one. I can catch up.”

You shake your head lightly, remembering the earlier conversation you had. “Hey, before we catch any more, can I tell you something?”

Ushijima glances towards you, then nods in response, “Sure. What is it?”

You angle your body towards him, finding a few stray blades of grass to keep your hands occupied as you work up the courage to confess. Finally, the words tumble out of your mouth.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“You think?”

You catch yourself smiling carefully, looking out towards the edge of your yard, “No…I know I do. I was pushing my feelings aside for a while. But, I needed to tell you, now that we’re together again.”

A few beats of silence pass again. And you’re about to ramble about how it’s okay if he doesn’t feel the same, when his hand tenderly turns your face to look at him.

Your eyes meet his golden ones, and he doesn’t hesitate to pull your lips to his.

His hand is gentle and warm as he cups the side of your face. You can feel his lashes ever so slightly on yours. His lips are chapped enough to notice, but not enough for you to care. Ushijima is careful in how he kisses you. It’s light and fleeting, and everything you need to suppress your worries.

When you part, you’re speechless. His hand doesn’t leave your face. You shut your eyes for a passing second before looking back at him.

“I know that I’m in love with you too.” He sounds sure of himself, as he always does, but this time it's different.

You aren’t exactly sure when, but eventually you found yourself leaning your head on his shoulder, watching as the fireflies lifted into the night sky. You could sit there for hours, as long as you had Ushijima right there next to you.

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alexanderlightweight · 11 months

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It is wednesday, wohooo: timetravel story? Can I please have some more? XD

here we go! i hope you enjoy

saeth @saryn-prime named this fic the same sky so it has a name lol

lumine

Magnus isn’t exactly sure how he ended up in front of his dearest friends again, but he certainly doesn’t mind it. Not now that Alexander is still with him, frowning around the loft with a critical eye.

“Magnus, we’ll need a kitchen.” Alexander says, clearly on autopilot as he scowls at the very open design. “And if you even think about not creating a foyer again, I’ll be moving to the roof.”

Magnus winces without meaning to and the look on his boy’s face when he catches it is heartbreaking.

“The roof doesn’t exist yet, does it?”

“Darling, I can move us to that building right now. I can have the basics of the roof set up in two snaps of my fingers—” Magnus offers soothingly, magic already jumping to his hands.

Two hands catch his own, smothering his magic with a loving touch and blue flames extinguish happily against fingers that Magnus barely recognizes.

“No. We are not moving the loft just because I miss the rooftop right after whatever happened.” Alexander’s face goes dark and Magnus can feel how Cat and Ragnor stiffen, their instincts on edge.

The darkness and cold, hostile edge of Alexander’s angelic grace have long became a cool, protective balm and Magnus pulls Alexander closer to him. His friends will have an easier time with Alexander near Magnus.

“What did happen, sayang?”

Ragnor chokes, but Magnus ignores him knowing that if it’s serious, Cat will save him.

Alexander scoffs and he tugs away his hands to pull his hair up into a half-bun and then scowls, clearly irritated at the lack of length.

“We always suspected that the leylines didn’t like us trying to leave our dimension, Magnus. The angelic core specifically was acting very temperamental. And I’ve told you that ever since we purged the leylines with the core, it’s been very… friendly with the leylines.

“The core in the New York is the largest in all of North America. There is one of equal size and strength on every continent but the rest of the locations were scrubbed after the Uprising.” Alexander frowns as he thinks and Magnus summons two cups of tea, holding them hostage as he holds out a hand.

Alexander takes it without thinking, absently and instinctually and it soothes the raw edges that Magnus feels were seared open. Alexander is compartmentalizing, already packing away things pragmatically.

It’s with a little sigh that Magnus pulls Alexander into his lap and his boy goes willingly, still contemplating whatever long lost law or history he has stored away.

“I think it imprinted on your magic, Magnus.” Alexander says and he takes a sip of his tea, not even blowing on it, just trusting it won’t be too hot. Magnus tries not to let out a lovesick sigh but he can’t help it.

Alexander leans over and kisses him without a thought, just a chaste press of their lips and then he nods.

“It’s definitely imprinted on your magic. It brought us back to before the damage was ever done to it then, back to when it thinks we wouldn’t want to leave.”

Magnus blinks, already feeling the sharp bit of angelic magic stowed away in Alexander reaching out at the small contact.

“Is the angelic core inside of you right now?” Magnus asks, portraying calm so well that Ragnor looks only mildly concerned while Cat is eying him suspiciously.

“Magnus, you can’t rip it out of me.” Alexander says and he sounds so calm for someone being so unreasonable.

“It took you from me.” Magnus tells him hoarsely, admitting what he’s always feared and was forced to suffer through. “It took you first, beloved. How can I let it linger in you when it would be so cruel? If it couldn’t let us go, then it should have brought us together.” Magnus is furious despite everything and he can’t help it.

To have held Alexander for a brief moment, without the comfort of his breath and heartbeat encouraging Magnus’ own heart to work… it was too much.

Magnus’ hand is pressed to firm chest with a steady thump and a head is tucked into his neck, kisses placed there.

“If it takes you from me again, I will destroy it down to it’s last particle. No divine power can match me, remind it that.” Magnus murmurs, because it doesn’t matter to him that the angelic core is how they made Alexander immortal.

Magnus will find and cull a thousand worlds before he allows threats to Alexander exist.

Whatever holy or unholy things may threaten his beloved, Magnus will destroy them all.

#lumine writes #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #the same sky #shadowhunters #magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec

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medusapelagia · 4 months

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Running From The Daylight - Part 1

Part 1 - (coming soon Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15)

This is going to be a long fic with A LOT of whump to fill every @whumpuary prompt, so it's obviously an exaggeration and, even if I did some research, I decided to use only things that were useful to me, so imagination and suspension of disbelief are fundamental! 😂 There will be A LOT of inaccuracies about almost everything! You are warned!

Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Prompt: Snow WT: none Words: 1532

Eddie sighs, looking at the white blanket around the chalet that Steve booked for their first holiday together. The landscape is incredible, the chalet warm and comfortable but Eddie misses the chaos that always seems to surround him: the only sound in that stupid chalet is the crackling open fire, which is nice, don’t get him wrong, but after two days of white snow and crackling fireplace he is definitely bored to dead.

Steve has brought snowshoes and ski suits, but Eddie is not going for a walk in the mountain's freezing air, so they resolved to stay in the chalet and spend their time together, which is great! They never have time to be together but now Eddie is really bored out of his mind. The stupid television gets only a couple of local channels that are always giving news about the small village on the slope of the mount or teleshopping and even their stupid phones have almost no signal and they have to stay near the bathroom window if they want to make a call because that’s the only place in the chalet with at least a little bit of signal.

Steve, on the other side, seems to have found the perfect life for him: he goes out to make firewood, cooks super tasty dinners and fucks his boyfriend on the cow skin rug, which Eddie finds a little bit too much when they have a very comfortable bed but he endures it.

A week.

Steve booked the stupid chalet for an entire week, and Eddie has already read all the books he brought with him and he is so fucking ready to go home, but he knows that Steve worked hard to organize everything, so he sighs for the umpteenth time, feeling like a princess in a high tower, waiting for the Saturday to come and bring him back to Hawkins.

The only perk of his day is seeing Steve getting back from cutting firewood, cheeks colored by the cold and the effort, eyes shining with pride and joy.

“I think we will be good for the next few days.” Steve tells him, dragging some firewood inside, Eddie is pretty sure that they will be good for months but he is not willing to spend more time in that godforsaken place so he nods and kisses Steve on his freezing lips.

“You are freezing. What could I do to make you warm?” Eddie asks, getting closer to the chestnut boy who chuckles “I’m all sweaty, I need a shower.”

“We can shower later. Together.”

***

Ok, maybe Eddie hates the chalet, but cuddling in front of the fireplace, looking at Steve in the warm light is not so bad. He looks so relaxed and comfortable that maybe the metalhead could endure a few more days of boredom just for him. Steve gets closer, rubbing his nose on Eddie's cheek before biting it.

"I want to eat you."

"You just did." Eddie chuckles, thinking about Steve's hot tongue on the most sensible part of his body.

"I want to eat you whole and keep you with me, forever."

"I don't know why but this sounds both terrifying and romantic at the same time. Maybe I'm into murderers." Eddie comments, carding his fingers in Steve's wet hair "We should dry ourselves."

"Don't want to. Wanna stay here on the carpet cuddling with you."

"You'll get sick if you don't dry your hair. Or even worse, you'll get a migraine." Eddie scolds him with a smile.

Steve groans something that sounds pretty close to spoilsport, but in the end, he gets up and they get back to the bathroom: Eddie sits on the toilet while Steve dries his hair. He tried to help him a couple of times but the results were far from good so now they have resolved that Eddie washes Steve's hair and Steve's dries Eddie's curl, is their little ritual: Eddie shakes his head like a wet dog and tries to run away from Steve's comb and when finally Steve gets him Eddie licks Steve's face like a happy puppy while the younger boy complains that he is gross but secretly loves it.

Not today. Today Eddie is sitting on the toilet, like a good boy, watching Steve do his magic trick with hairdryer and hairspray and then get closer to him, combing Eddie's hair with his fingers while gently blowing some not-too-hot air and scratching Eddie's scalp.

"You should do this as a job. You are really good at it." Eddie sighs, while Steve keeps playing with his hair.

"My parents will be elated to know that their fag son should be a hairdresser." he snorts.

"Fuck them. What are they going to do? Be even more disappointed in you?" Eddie asks, his eyes closed, still lost in the pleasurable feelings of having Steve take care of him, when Steve's fingers stop abruptly. Fuck. He opens his eyes, finding Steve avoiding his stare "Shit, Steve, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

"No, you are right." The chestnut boy replies, while he keeps drying Eddie's hair "They were always disappointed in me, why not add some more disappointment, right?"

Eddie would like to punch himself in the face, why can't he keep his mouth shut?

"Steve..."

"I'm good."

"No, you are not and I feel like shit because we were having a nice time and I ruined it." Eddie sighs, hiding his face in Steve's t-shirt.

"You didn't ruin anything. You always make everything better." Steve whispers in his hair, kissing the crown of Eddie's head while holding him close and Eddie gets lost in the comforting warmth of Steve's chest and in the stable rhythm of his heartbeat.

"I'm sorry. I don't know why I said that."

"You weren't wrong." Steve repeats, making soothing movements on Eddie's back and he feels even more guilty.

"You know what? Tomorrow we are going for a walk in the snow, how does it sound?" Eddie asks, lifting his head from his cozy hiding place.

"You hate the cold and every kind of physical activity that is not sex. You told me these exact words just yesterday."

"Yesterday I was another person, today I'm a moron who made his boyfriend sad and is trying really hard to cheer him up. What do you say?"

"You don't have to." Steve replies, still drying Eddie's hair "I know you hate the chalet."

"I don't hate the chalet, I might not like the cold, that's true, but I can endure a little walk with my boyfriend if he promises me we will do a snowman after!"

"A snowman?"

Eddie nods, happily "Yeah. A snowman with a carrot as a nose and a stupid hat."

Steve smiles sweetly at him "I think that can be arranged. You know, there are some beautiful places to see here, I made a little map with some really incredible mountain paths. But we have to wake up pretty soon if we want to take advantage of the natural light."

The days at the chalet are shorter than in town, as soon as the sun starts to go down the mountains cover it and it starts to freeze.

"Ok, I swear I'll get up as soon as the alarm goes off, ok?"

***

Maybe Eddie accidentally postponed the alarm a couple of times, ok? But he is still sipping his coffee, wearing the warmest clothes that he owns, already wearing his ski pants and ready to wear his ski jacket before leaving the chalet, while Steve has already made some sandwiches with a thermos of tea, not coffee for Eddie's displeasure, and took some water and whatever they might need.

"We are not going to Mount Doom, are we?" Eddie asks, crunching a cinnamon cookie Steve made the night before.

"When you travel it is always better to be over-prepared." Steve says, checking for the third time if they have everything they might need. They haven't traveled a lot, but every time they have gone on holiday somewhere Eddie has just put a few clothes in a bag, while Steve made the itinerary, booked the hotels, and took care of everything. It's so nice to see him so involved in his preparation, sometimes Eddie mocks him and tells him that he takes everything too seriously, but he loves seeing Steve so absorbed.

"Ok, we should have everything. Have you finished breakfast?"

Eddie nods, takes his cup toward the kitchen, and comes back to the living room; Steve is already wearing his ski pants, and his jacket is on the couch while he helps Eddie get into his ski suit "I feel like a Puft marshmallow man." Eddie complains while Steve closes the last button of his jacket.

"You will be glad you are well covered when we get to the glacier." Steve smirks.

"To the glacier? Are you kidding? Tell me that you are kidding! Steve! Steve!" Eddie calls, following his boyfriend and then they hear a rumbling that gets louder and louder. Eddie goes toward the kitchen to look outside the window but Steve grabs him and drags him away, after that all Eddie can hear it's the static.

#whumpuary2024 #whumpuaryno1 #snow #stranger things fanfiction #steddie #whump #eddie munson #steve harrington #medusapelagia #my fanfic #medusapelagia fanfic

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windwheeler-aster · 1 year

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stargazing

summary: with news of aquila being spotted in a starry sky near you, your friend childe and you quickly find a night to stargaze together. however, while you’re trying your best to stay warm and look for that damned constellation, childe’s eyes seem to be on something else. or rather, someone else...

masterlist | advent calendar

pairing: childe x reader

reader info: uses gender neutral pronouns (they/them), reader and childe are friends, and reader is not traveler

word count: 854 words (3 mins~)

genre: romance, friends to lovers, fluff

format: one shot

warnings: brief descriptions of making out and things escalating quickly

a/n: no you don’t understand the CHOKEHOLD this fic idea had on me when i thought of it. i wrote it in one sitting (which explains its quality) and have not stopped thinking about this idea (/trope) since then... oh well💖

"Is the blanket really necessary?” He teased you.

You brought the warm blanket closer around you, as though wrapping a protective shawl around yourself; intent on deflecting Childe’s teasing. And also the night’s frost, which seemed to have no effect on your friend.

“Well, some of us are warm blooded,” you retorted in a half-bitter and half-sleepy tone, “and some of us also get really cold, really easily. So, yes, the blanket is necessary.”

Childe looked over at you, the night’s stars reflecting back in his blue eyes. His eyes seemed to be on some aimless search, darting from one corner of your face to another, as Childe’s lips parted. There was no doubt he didn’t not see your own eyes dart to the subtle gap between his seemingly-perfect lips. But, in a rare act of kindness, Childe made no indication of it.

“What are you looking at me like that for?” you asked him. “It was your idea to look at the stars, dumb dumb.”

“Looking at you like what?”

“Like that!” you said, accusingly, as you saw that lopsided grin takeover his face.

“You just…” his mouth parted further this time, and you noticed Childe’s hand reach out to you. But some invisible force acted upon him, and the ginger retracted into himself. He shifted his gaze to the night’s sky and shook his head. “Nevermind.”

“Oh, so now you’re interested in the stars—”

“Hey, look! Aquila, right there— dead center, you can’t miss it.”

You tried to look for Aquila, the constellation that was the whole reason for this night of stargazing, but couldn’t find it. Seeing your confusion, Childe leaned over and pointed to the sky, gently tracing the stars. To be honest, you couldn’t remember what Aquila was supposed to look like— and Childe’s tracing didn’t help as much as you wanted it to—but you enjoyed the excuse to be closer to him.

“Oh,” you murmured, feigning a sense of realization at finding Aquila as you drew out the ‘o’.

“Do you see it now?” he asked.

You nodded, “Yeah.”

Childe gently leaned his head onto yours, a yawn spilling out of him as he sat beside you. “Pretty cool, right?”

“Hm,” you hummed your agreement. “When did you have the time to learn constellations?”

“I didn’t.”

“What?”

“I learned some,” Childe explained, “because you mentioned how nice it would be to go stargazing. And one of my siblings really loves the stars, so they were pretty happy to help me learn to recognize some constellations.”

“Oh,” you murmured. “That’s… really sweet of you to do, Childe.”

“Yeah, well, that’s what friends are for, right?” he chuckled. “Now scoot over and give me some of that blanket, I’m getting cold.”

Without verbal complaint, although there was an exaggerated eye roll directed to the ginger, you open the blanket up to him. He gently pulls it over so it covers the shoulder farthest from you. One of Childe’s hands sneaks down to your side, wherever it touches now struck ablaze, only to rub his knuckles against your own. Then, he relaxes into your side and puts his head on top of yours, sighing blissfully.

“What’s got you so happy?” you asked. “I can’t be that good of a head rest.”

Childe chuckled, now pressing his cheek into your scalp instead of his pointed chin. “I’m enjoying your company, dummy. It’s what friends do.”

You feel his knuckles shift closer to yours, again, so you dare to ask him, “Do— can friends hold hands, then?”

“Maybe. If friends are comfortable doing it, that is.”

“Well... I am.”

You felt giddy as he intertwined his fingers with yours. It felt so right, you thought as the excitement bubbled inside you.

“Can… Can friends kiss each other, as well?” Childe tentatively asked. “Like, on the cheek or something…”

“Well, if friends are comfortable doing it. Right?” You chuckled, enjoying this much shyer side of Childe. “Which I am, by the way.”

With that, Childe slowly pulled his head off of yours. He pressed a small kiss to your cheek, just below the eye on your right side, like he suggested. His lips felt nice there, like something sweet but unfortunately too quick.

They also felt nice on the apple of your cheek, along the brim of your nose, your other cheek, your forehead— until finally he reached your lips. But he broke away from your lips, just as quickly as the other kisses before, and parted from you.

For a moment, you two just stared at each other. There was a bewildered, as well as guilty, expression plastered across your friend’s face. A knowing look passed between you two, the line of friendship crossed as soon as Childe’s lips pressed down onto your skin.

But it didn’t matter, in the end, as you pulled him back in for a second round of affection beneath the stars, your heart and his swelling at the mutual reciprocation. And all you could hope for was that the stars looked over you two, a mess of sloppy kisses and giggles, as exhaustion slowly crept over you both.

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densi-mber · 4 months

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Team Bonding

A/N: A fic in which Sam attempts to corral the other unruly members of the team, with absolute terrible results.

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“You know, when I suggested a team building trip, this is not what I had in mind,” Sam commented, standing over Deeks and Kensi, who were currently sunbathing on the deck side pool. The impressive “vacation house” Sam had scored for them creates a nice backdrop.

“Uh, Sam my man, you’re kind of creating a shadow,” Deeks replied without opening his eyes.

“This was an amazing idea,” Kensi added. “Thanks for suggesting it.” She smiled in his general direction.

Deeks still had his eyes closed, but he didn’t miss Sam’s annoyed sigh. “We’re supposed to be connecting.”

“Oh, we’ve been connecting,” Deeks assured him, the innuendo heavy in his voice as he trailed his fingers across Kensi’s shoulder. She actually giggled, wriggling closer to him.

“You know that’s not what I meant,” Sam growled. Deciding he wasn’t going to get any more peace for the moment, Deeks finally sat up.

“And that connection is why I’m glad we all have separate suites,” Nell said, walking out from the house in a loose and flowing dress and sun hat; Eric wasn’t far behind.

Sam inhaled deeply, visibly working to control his temper. “Guys, this trip is supposed to be about bonding and self-reflection,” he reminded them.

“Oh, I’m definitely reflecting,” Callen promised from his lawn chair. He looked vaguely out of place in a garish Hawaii shirt (Deeks was 99% certain Callen had brought it solely to annoy Sam), jeans, and hat even wider than Nell’s. “I’m reflecting on how much I’m enjoying this latte and croissant. You know, normally I’m not a latte kind of guy, but this one is the exception.”

“I will hurt you,” Sam promised gravely, jabbing a finger at Callen. Turning to point that same finger at each of them in turn, he sent them a disappointed look. “Listen, this is a great opportunity to reveal our weaknesses, as individuals and a group. We can become a stronger, more united team. You really want to waste that opportunity?”

“Ok, ok,” Kensi sighed, tossing the book she’d been pretending to read to the side. “You’ve convinced us, Sam.”

“Yeah, if only to stop the lectures,” Deeks added.

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“Oh yes, this is so much better than swimming, tanning, and eating our weight in gourmet pastries,” Deeks said under his breath. Actually, he hadn’t spoken that quietly, but Sam, who was several yards ahead of him, seemed to be pretending not to hear any criticism.

In true Sam nature, he’d instructed them all to dress for a hike, and meet him out front. He’d then wordless led them to a heavily wooded patch of ground near the house.

Despite her earlier protests, Kensi had predictably come prepared in full hiking gear, complete with provisions, and weapons. Eric and Nell had gone with a combination of clothes that seemed more appropriate for a scenic walk around the park than whatever Sam had planned. Once again, Deeks assumed this was their silent form of protest.

“I know. But let’s just get it over with so Sam gets it out of his system,” Kensi suggested, squeezing his hand. “Then we can spend some quality time together, baby.”

“Ooh, we’re dropping babys in public now.” Grinning, Deeks leaned down to kiss her.

“Hey, stop goofing around!” Sam shouted back at them, his voice traveling through the leafy foliage. “We’ve got a five mile hike, then team activities, before we set up camp for the night.”

“Uh Sam, I didn’t bring a sleeping bag. Or my pillow,” Eric called out, picking his way around a patch of poison ivy.

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“‘We’ll be connecting,’ he said. ‘It’s a bonding experience.’,” Nell said, managing a fair comparison of Sam’s voice. She glared up from under her hood, raindrops soaking into the fabric.

It had started drizzling sometime around six, but Sam had insisted it would clear up. So, they’d pushed on, making it through another two miles before the drizzle increased to a steady downpour.

“I’m sorry, Nell. The forecast said nothing about rain,” Sam apologized, having the good grace to look contrite as he pounded a stake into the soggy ground. Kensi, Deeks, and Callen were each working on one of the three other sides while Eric and Nell made sure their “provisions” stayed dry.

“This is good for your character,” Sam continued. “We don’t want to get too soft.”

“Sam, I say this with full love, but shut up,” Deeks said pleasantly. “I think after our multiple unsanctioned treks through foreign countries in less-than-ideal circumstances has given us more than enough character. Some might even say too much.”

“Ok, before we say something we’ll all regret, how about we stop to eat?” Kensi suggested.

“Kensi, we need to set up shelter before anything else.”

“That’s a good idea. What do we have, Nell?” Callen asked, ignoring Sam.

“Uh, granola bars, trail mix, beef jerky, pairs, water, and instant coffee,” Nell rattled off.

“And I may have snuck a few Twix bars into my pack,” Kensi added.

A few minutes later, everyone besides Sam had gathered on bits of damp log to enjoy their meager dinner. Once they’d broken into Kensi’s chocolate stash, the mood lifted considerably, even though they were all still soggy and chilly.

“God bless you, Kensi,” Eric said fervently around his candy bar.

“Now you better not tease me about my food habits anymore.” Kensi poked Deeks in the side, and he nodded agreeably.

“I won’t make fun of you for at least a month.” Looking past Kensi’s shoulder, he found Sam still stubbornly working at the tent. “Hey Sam, why don’t you join us?”

“Yeah, you’ll feel better if you eat something,” Callen coaxed him.

Making a disgusted sound, Sam tossed down a handful of stakes, and wiped his damp hands on his jeans.

“Fine. Give me a damn candy bar,” he grumbled, sitting next to Callen, and begrudgingly accepting a packet. He tore off the wrapper, taking a healthy bite. “Just so you know, I’m not taking any of you out on one of these ever again.”

“And for that, we thank you,” Deeks said happily.

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likethe-month · 2 years

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Night at the Fair - Elvis x Reader

(Y/n) = your name

(L/n) = last name

Hey guys! I haven't posted in years, but seeing all these amazing Elvis fics inspired me to post something on Tumblr. Hope you enjoy!

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“Honey, Elvis is here!” You heard your mother call out from downstairs.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you finished applying your blush as fast as you possibly could so he wouldn’t have to wait on you. You had been waiting for this night for a couple of months now, as it was the first time you would see your boyfriend ever since Colonel Tom Parker had swept him away to perform at numerous cities. His sudden popularity was both a blessing and a burden, but the two of you promised each other to stick together no matter what life would throw at you.

“Coming, Mama!” you yelled, grabbing your purse and hurrying downstairs. As you descended, your eyes were met with the striking blue gaze of your boyfriend. Elvis was dressed in high black pants and a green button-up with a jacket that matched his pants. You held in a giddy squeal as you willed yourself not to immediately jump into his arms, as your father wouldn’t approve of such affection in the household. “Hi, Elvis,” you grinned once you were by his side near the doorway.

“Hey, there, darlin’,” Elvis smiled, taking your hand in his and giving it a squeeze.

Your mother smiled at the two of you and said, “Let me go get your daddy, (Y/n).”

“Lord knows how much I wanna kiss your beautiful face, but I know your daddy would tan my hide if he saw,” Elvis murmured to you, leaning closer to you, his hand still intertwined with yours.

Before you could respond, your father walked in, and you hoped the pink in your cheeks had subsided.

“Be careful tonight, you two. I don’t want to hear that my daughter has been trampled by a crowd of your fans,” he said, gesturing to your boyfriend.

“I’ll be right by her side the whole time, sir,” Elvis responded, his expression sincere.

“Glad to hear it. You’re a good man, son. But if anything happens to my-

“Oh, they’ll be just fine, and you know it!” your mother interjected, putting a hand on your father’s shoulder. “Have fun, y’all,” she said, waving you two off.

“Have a good night, folks,” Elvis said as you led him out of the house and towards his truck. You were slightly surprised he decided to bring his old delivery truck instead of the flashy pink Cadillac he had recently bought.

“Didn’t want us to get swarmed before we even got there,” Elvis smirked as he started the car. “Not a whole lotta people round here drive around in a pink Cadillac.”

You hummed in agreement. “I always liked your truck, anyway. Has a lot of character.”

“Aw, your just sayin’ that, honey,” Elvis said as you two headed off to the fair. During the drive, you and your boyfriend talked to each other about what going on in your lives, and you insisted that Elvis tell you all about the many states he had been to in such a short amount of time.

“It’s been unbelievable, (Y/n). I can’t believe how many people wanna see me sing,” he said, running a hand through his slick, black hair.

“You’ll have to bring me along, someday, hon,” you said, desperate to see the country like your boyfriend had.

“Trust me,” Elvis took your hand in his, the other on the steering wheel, and brought it up to his mouth. “I promise I will take you wherever you wanna go someday,” he said, kissing your hand gently.

You blushed and took your hand back so he could focus on the road.

“I wanna hear about you, darlin’. What’s Miss (Y/n) the high school senior been up to lately?” Elvis asked, genuinely curious.

“People sure make senior year sound a lot more exciting than it actually is. The only real exciting things are graduation and prom, and they don’t even happen until the end of the school year!” you said, exasperation in your voice.

“Well don’t you worry one bit. We’ll make sure this is the best prom you’ve ever had,” Elvis assured you.

By now, the two of you had made it to the fair and you got out, ready to meet with the rest of your friends. Before you took off, however, Elvis stopped you.

“Hold on, honey,” he said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer. “I said I wanted to kiss your pretty face, didn’t I?”

His lips met yours and you immediately felt butterflies in your stomach. He never failed to make you feel like a giddy schoolgirl when you were together. You wrapped your arms around him as he passionately kissed you, but he eventually had to pull away before things got too intense.

You took a few seconds to catch your breath and reapply your lipstick, trying to fight back the intense blush you knew had found its way back to your cheeks.

“Ready?” Elvis asked, taking your hand in his as you joined his side. His eyes met yours and he chuckled softly. “Red’s a good look on you,”

You jokingly rolled your eyes, slightly embarrassed that your blush refused to go away. Admission was free, so the two of you strolled in and were soon met with your group of friends.

Your best friend, Shelley, squealed excitedly when she saw you and ran up to you. “Y’all made it! I was startin’ to think you’d gotten sidetracked and weren’t gonna make it!”

“I think they got plenty sidetracked, Shelley,” Tommy said, gesturing to your red cheeks.

“Shut it, Tommy,” Elvis said, jokingly landing a punch on Tommy’s shoulder.

“Come on, guys! The line for the Ferris wheel’s gettin’ awfully long!” Your other friend, Marta said.

The rest of you followed her to the Ferris wheel line and you started to fiddle with your hands nervously. You loved fair rides, but you were also slightly afraid of heights. You reassured yourself that Elvis would be with you the whole time, and your nerves began to wear off as you all talked in joke in the line. Once you and Elvis were in one of the cars, your stomach flipped when the wheel slightly moved to allow other people on.

“You ain’t nervous, are you, hon’?” Elvis asked, taking your hand in his once again.

You smiled at him and squeezed his hand. “I’m fine as long as you’re right here next to me.”

Elvis responded with a laugh and made a scene of looking around him. “Don’ really see where else I can go,” your boyfriend joked and he edged closer to you, still holding your hand. As the Ferris wheel started to turn, Elvis would point out different sights and other things to do at the fair below you. You realized that you weren’t scared anymore and started to appreciate the way the bright lights of the fair made the night sky seem brighter than it really was. You especially appreciated the way the lights washed over your boyfriend’s face, only adding to his incredible beauty.

When the Ferris wheel began to slow to a stop, you realized that your car was at the very top. Despite this, however, you still felt at peace with Elvis at your side.

“Elvis Aaron Presley, I believe you just cured my fear of heights,” you said, shooting him a smirk.

“What can I say? I mus’ be a miracle worker,” Elvis joked. As he gazed into your eyes, his expression suddenly grew more serious. “You are absolutely beautiful, (Y/n) (L/n).”

You heart seemed to skip a beat and Elvis wasted no time, quickly leaning in to place a quick, yet tender, kiss on your lips. Right after this, the wheel began turning again to let you off the ride. As the two of you made your way to your waiting friends, you shot a joking scowl at Elvis.

“If you make me blush one more time, I swear I will exact my revenge,” you huffed.

“Oh yeah? I like the sound of that,” he responded with a sly wink, laughing, and wrapping an arm around your shoulder when he saw your stunned reaction.

“Now that the lovebirds are done, let’s go to the next ride,” Tommy said impatiently.

“Nah, y’all go on ahead and we’ll meet up with you later,” Elvis said slightly dismissively.

“You heard him, let’s go!” Shelley said, grabbing Tommy and Marta and leading them away.

“Where we goin?” you asked your boyfriend curiously as he began leading you to the numerous booths around the fair.

As he led you, he said, “I think my brave girl deserves a lil’ somethin’ special.”

He paused in front of a booth where a man was trying to tempt people into trying their luck in knocking down three stacked milk bottles with a baseball.

You watched in anticipation as Elvis paid the man and got ready, focusing on his target. To your delight, he knocked all three down on the first try and the man running the booth retrieved a stuffed dog from a stack of prizes, which Elvis then handed to you.

You held the dog tightly to your chest and bounced up and down on your heels, unable to stop thanking your boyfriend. As the two of you continued to walk through the fair, people would occasionally do a double-take at the sight of Elvis, but the two of you made sure to keep moving. As you passed a booth that was emitting a wonderful smell, you slowed down, and your boyfriend noticed. The fair always had copious amounts of fried foods that always smelled delectable.

“Hungry, baby?” Elvis said, chuckling at your reaction.

“Let’s get some French fries! I’m starvin’,” you said, pulling him to the booth where the delicious smells were coming from. You and Elvis sat down with your French fries once they were ready, and you were thankfully able to find a table away from too many people. You were surprised that hordes of teenage girls hadn’t come over and smothered the two of you by this point.

“This must be the only quiet time you’ve gotten during these past few weeks,” you said. “I can’t imagine constantly being surrounded by people who want your attention. I don’t think I could handle it!”

“Don’t you worry ‘bout all that. I’ll protect you, mama,” your raven-haired boy said, taking both of your hands in his and looking you right in the eyes. “I dunno what I’d do if you ever got hurt from all this craziness.”

“Hey, don’t worry, I’m good at takin’ care of myself. How else you think I’ve made it this long without you?” you reassured him, taking a French fry from the basket you shared.

“You’ve always been my independent young lady,” Elvis said with a playful smirk. He just couldn’t get enough of you. Even though it was hard to put just how much he loved you into words, he did his best every time he saw you. You were his motivation, the reason he was following his dream. Your encouragement meant more than anything in the world to him and you were always on his mind, even when you were miles apart from each other.

Then, a droplet of rain hit the table, interrupting the musician’s inner monologue. Luckily, the two of you finished your food because it was now pouring rain. As the two of you jumped up, Elvis quickly removed his jacket and draped it over you. He kept you close to him as you went back to the truck to escape the downpour. Luckily, you both made it without any hiccups and took shelter from the rain. Once you were in the truck, you noticed just how wet Elvis had gotten. You maybe had a few rain droplets on your skirt, but your poor boyfriend was absolutely soaked. Even the plush dog he won for you was in better condition than he was.

“Oh, Elvis,” you cooed, reaching over to lay a palm on his cheek, “You’re absolutely drenched! You want me to drive?” you asked, concerned for your near-shivering boyfriend.

“Nah, thas’ alright, hon. Let’s just get back to your folks’ house.”

During the ride back, you kept making sure Elvis was okay, rubbing his back soothingly and doing your best to make sure his jacket didn’t drip all over the interior of his truck. When you finally reached your home, the two of you ran up to the porch to get out of the rain, which hadn’t let up.

Your front door opened and it was your mother. “Y’all get caught in the rain?” she said, grimacing at the sight of your poor boyfriend.

You nodded. “But Elvis made sure I was okay. We left as soon as it started, and he even gave me his jacket so I didn’t get wet!”

“Well, he sure made quite the sacrifice. Both of y’all come inside, quick! I got the fireplace goin’,” your mother said, ushering the two of you in.

“You sure, ma’am?” Elvis asked. “I don’t wanna intrude in on your evening at home-

“Nonsense! We need to get you warmed up before you freeze to death!” your mother protested, practically dragging the boy inside.

You led Elvis to the living room and draped a blanket over him, and you sat down next to the fireplace with him. Your mother let you know that she would fix some hot chocolate for the two of you and left the living room, only for your father to walk in and freeze at the sight of Elvis on your living room floor.

“What’s going on here? Is everything okay?” he asked.

“That poor, shiverin’ boy saved your daughter from the downpour of the century!” your mother called out from the kitchen.

Your father paused at this. “This true?”

“Yes, sir. I got (Y/n) home as quickly as possible after the rain started.” Elvis had stopped shivering by now and sat a little straighter, making an effort to impress your father.

“It’s true, Daddy! He put his jacket right over me and I didn’t get a drop!”

The older man let out a hum of approval. “Well… Thank you, my boy, for keeping her safe. You did a very good thing tonight.”

Elvis nodded to him, and your father left the room to turn in for the night. When your boyfriend turned back to face you, you had a large grin on your face. “Did you see that? He was so impressed!”

Elvis was unable to keep the smile off his face. “Nah, he was just glad to see me shiverin’ on the floor like a wet dog.”

“Oh hush,” you replied, lightly slapping his arm. Your mother then walked in with two steaming mugs of hot chocolate and the two of you gratefully took them and thanked her.

As the two of you sipped your hot drinks, you snuggled up to his side and talked with him about anything that came to mind, still squeezing your new stuffed dog. You were just happy to be beside him.

Elvis sighed thoughtfully all of a sudden, and you turned to him. “What’s on your mind?” you questioned.

“it’s just… Bein’ here with you has gotten rid of all my worries. I wish time could stop and we could just sit here forever and ever,” he said wistfully.

“Me too,” you agreed. “But then you wouldn’t be able to perform for all your fans if you sat here forever and ever,” you said jokingly.

“(Y/n) (L/n), no matter how many people I see every day, not one of them makes me feel the way I do when I see you smilin’ at me. Lookin’ into your eyes feels just like Heaven, and I would drop everything in a heartbeat just for you.” His voice was so hushed you knew he was dead serious.

“Oh, Elvis, we both know we can’t keep you away from the spotlight. But the stage will just have to wait, cause you’re all mine for right now,” you said snuggling closer into him.

These moments of quiet were rare, but you were always able to hold onto the joy they gave you until the next one came along, and that was enough.

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jackiequick · 1 year

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Back To Our Old Ways I See | Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw Fic ✨

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Jenny “JenPen” Mitchell Fic

Warning: Fluff, Angst, Jokes and etc

Continuing of this last fic

Kinda long story and such

The next few hours were a blur within itself. Singing, drinking, laughter, boozes and a few stolen kisses. That was the pattern that rest of the night followed until the next morning. The sun was shining down in between the gray curtains that was peeking out onto her face as she rolled around in bed until she couldn’t find the urge to keep the dream state alive, fluttering her eyes open onto the side tabled to noticed a few crackers and Advil waiting for her. She smiled softly to herself stretching along the bed until her surrounding clicked in, this wasn’t her stationed home offered by the Navy officials, but Bradshaw’s. “Oh my god…” she muttered softly seeing herself dressed in some old pjs that were clearly hers with a oversized sweater laying over it and she laughed at the first realization, “..you little trick.”

JenPen running out across the the two story stationed home, down the staircase onto the first floor as a gushing blushing giggly mess, seeing the kitchen counter out of the concern of her eyes. As she appeared in the doorway of the simply breathtaking small kitchen area, she leaned in to see Bradley flipping pancakes and dressed in nothing but low rise sweatpants, sandals and his unrolling curls popping up in uneven handfuls. Completely shirtless as the sunshine lit up the room from past the windowsill. Gosh, her heart fluttered at the sight as she bite down the bottom of her lips as a pinkish color of blush rose to her cheeks taking a breathtaking view of it all. Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, her main man was all grin and no sorrow laced onto that face of his. Cupid has struck out well enough.

Bradley glanced up from the pancake he flipped that now cooking on the pan, gently smiling at the girl of his dreams. He let out a sigh of peace and pure joy mixed in, as visions of the night before danced in his head. Bradley’s eyes the lady standing in front of him, in awe as he took her morning glow, pretty eyes and sweet smiling completely barefoot humming softly at the sight.

He grinned waving to her to come over as he flipped another pancake, “Morning beautiful, enjoy your sleep?”

“I..um i slept fine. Did we uh, you know?” She replied, walking over to hug him from behind, humming softly.

“No we did not. You slept in your own guest room and i stayed next door in the other. We were tipsy last night and i drove us over here since my place was closer to the bar.”

“Huh? Makes sense. Last night was..fun. God, was it fun!”

“I know! The only thing that wasn’t fun, was how you kept dancing near the beach and i had to pull you back in.”

“You were the one who ran into the streets near the beach sidewalk, i had to pull you back in.”

He leaned down to kiss her forehead humming softly, “..i missed you.”

“I missed you more..” She replies, leaning into his touch smelling the pancakes and the scent of home that radiated from Bradley’s warmth.

Soon enough breakfast was served as the pair ate at the dinner table that stood across from the kitchen. They stayed in such a comfortable welcoming silence as the clouds moved along the skies causing the sunlight to come in and out of the house outline. The pair talked about last night and the plans for that evening until Bradley brought up a topic from the night asking, “So what are we doing?”

“Uh, eating..?” She asked confused and motioned from him to continue.

“Well no shit.” He said sarcastically mid laugh, “I meant, us! The kiss from last night, the moves we made in the car..we clearly still love-care about each other. Where do we stand?”

“The only reason we’re back together like this is because we are both sent back to Top Gun for work and lessons to take…but after last night, i say we try it out..again?”

“You wanna go out on a date? Back to our old ways.”

She shrugging smiling, “I mean it wouldn’t hurt, seeing my big stud all dressed up to take me dancing again..”

“You can stay with me.” Bradley blurted out loud as a mere muttered.

“What?”

“I mean Mav is clearly on the fence god knows where and I don’t want to be staying here alone too much…i just got you back.”

“You want me to be your roommate for the next few weeks while we’re at Top Gun..?”

“Yeah. I mean, it wouldn’t hurt. It’s not we haven’t shared a roof over our heads before right?” He said the last part smiling.

She chuckled, “Yeah it isn’t. But I ain’t cooking dinner every night!”

“We’ll go out to eat! Or I can cook.”

She muttered joking, “Yeah a burnt chicken…”

“Hey!”

They still had until tomorrow before Top Gun had asked them to return and start working, so the two settled a movie night deciding to watch some actions films and overall a few comedic ones. Bradley and Jen settled on Dumb and Dumber for the comedy movie as the pair burst out laughing at the pure insanity of the film, then they settled on a Disney film. Tangled. They nuzzled up close and tightly having popcorn surrounded around them from the previous movie as they watched the animated film with ease, the film held such a significants to them since it was a movie Bradley took to see on a date night years ago. So you can only imagine the memories that flew around the living room as the filmed played.

The room was dark and the light of the tv screen was the only thing shining upon them, bringing light to every feature that crossed JenPen’s face. Her eyes shining their dark green, almost a heavy brown color as her hair was a slightly curled mess and the light bit of makeup she had lit up her cheekbones. Bradley couldn’t only see the beauty and grace she held behind those eyes as he leaned down, cupping her gently as his lips brushed across hers with such love and care. She returned the blushed kiss with such ease and soften force lacing up fingers against his chin mumbling a mere whisper of an “I love you…” thinking he wouldn’t hear it but he did. A smile creeped his lips whispering back into his own words, “I do too..”

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But nothing lasts as romantic and joyful forever. Because the next day became like hell. Rooster woke up early to head out to the base and prepare for flight lessons, not before leaving a few soft kisses along JenPen’s face as she stayed curled against the sheets asleep. Rooster met up with Phoenix and the others in the halls while Jen snaked down the hallway to find Amber waiting in the wings grinning. Both girls screamed in joyful applause at each other hugging and gushing about their nights.

Amber spoke catching her breath, “Wait wait wait—wait wait let me get this straight, you and Gosling a.k.a. Goose’s son met again, the stars have a alined and the heavens have parted their ways, that’s amazing! I leave you alone for three and so days. Mitchell, you are on cloud 9 and i gotta bring you back down.”

She scoffed chuckling, “Oh please, Iceman’s daughter! You got the biggest shit in grin on your face and the only way you will act, like this way is if you’re holding back a surprise. What did you do the last two days and who is the lucky fella?”

Amber blushed swaying side to side whispering in the younger on the two ear, “Hangman, I’ve met the Ken Doll himself.”

Jen gasped jumping a bit and waves her hands in excitement, “You fell for the southern soul cocky soul that is Hangman! Oooh you got it down bad, Kazansky! Does he know that your coming here today?”

“Nope! And no one knows about the surprise about the instructor himself either.”

Kazansky gave Mitchell a pointed look that both of them read as both eyes widened. They knew about the instructor and it’s one of the reasons they were called back to Top Gun together but they weren’t ready for the impact that would lead to all of them yet. The two were cut off as Admiral Bate’s deep voice from all the classrooms caught everyone off guard as he introduced so called Daggers the recruiting woman in white, Amber “Skysolo” Kazansky to the group. Bradley grinned with excitement while Jake smiled softly in shock. JenPen stood in the wings away from the group dressed in green bomber jacket as the man of the hour arrived. Bate said it loud and clear, “Captain Pete Mitchell, CALLSIGN Maverick.” Some smiles were dropped and a few embarrassed winces were heard the group.

This wasn’t gonna be pretty. Bradley held a grudge against Maverick for pulling his paperwork that week, it’s was the week—the month that broke the pair up in the first place. JenPen watched in her flight gear with a hand against her plane seeing the pair speak, as she held a breath glancing over to Amber, Jake and Natasha who watch the showcase of the family speaking to one another. Soon enough they were officially in the air, taking turns to bring down Maverick and Jenny, who played along with flight training. She wasn’t as fast or skilled as her father but she was daringly strong. The girl knew that line ‘Don’t Think. Just Do!’ Because once your up there, you don’t have time to think. If you think, your dead, it’s all about taking calculated chances and hoping for the best entirely once you’re in the sky. She took down a few of the Lieutenants with ease as her dad took out the others.

She caught Payback and Fanboy smirking, “Target locked! You’re out boys. Nix your next!”

“Shit! Bob where are they?!” Phoenix yelled chuckling.

The rest of the gang flew around and trying to catch onto the Mitchell family, mostly Maverick who was the main instructor and she was just help when possible, but failed quickly reaching down to do push-ups with Amber and Hondo. The grunts and grumbling were heard from all of them. Rooster kept his push ups even after Amber told him to stop and Phoenix went to talk to him, asking about what happened up their in the skies with Maverick. He was reluctant but told her anyway and she questioned his motives. JenPen was outside the base sitting on of the benches to get some fresh air rubbing her eyes as Bradley walked past her grumbling.

She caught onto him hesitant to grab his arm shouting softly, “Hey, hey, hey Brad! Look what at me…talk to me.”

He wiped his head towards her clearly fuming, “I can’t! You knew about his returned?!”

“Of course i had a feeling!”

“Oh god—JEN! WHY?! Why didn’t you say anything to me?”

“ME SAY SOMETHING TO YOU?! Since when is that my problem?”

“BECAUSE! We’re a team, silly! Bradshaw and Mitchell, come on now.”

“I thought he was gonna bail on this mission or something, i was barley told anything about his full return until this morning Bate announced it to the class. I wasn’t even told about the circumstances of this situation until today. ”

“I can’t blame you, you fully didn’t know either. So it was classified. No one they didn’t tell us, or you. But Amber clearly knew!”

“Hey, don’t bring her into this, okay! Ice gave her this assignment and you know how the Navy gets with keeping this hush hush until they can tell us…i tried asking him or her, but it was ignored.”

“I-I-I-UGH! This is what i was afraid of! Back to our old ways and we have to deal with this bullshit all over again. Remember what happened last time we talked about the Navy and our careers?! It broke us up!”

Jen took a step back hearing his words knowing what he meant was true and it caused to them not see each other for the longest time until this week. Rooster was about to continuously rant about how he felt but he stopped shortly as flashbacks to the night of those papers being pulled, rushed to this head. Yes, they couldn’t blame their parents and there must’ve been a reason for those papers being pulled that day but they will never know what it truly was. The heats was getting to them and the toughness of the first training exercises in the air today took them all out of breath.

“I know that Roo! I know it did..but it can be different this time. I want it to be different. Talk to dad—my dad I mean…” She said getting closer, gently holding his hand.

He looked down and sighed, giving her hand a squeeze, “I don’t know..I can’t, not after what happened. I need time to think!..but i want it to different.”

“Okay, that’s a start. And for the recorded, you did good out there today..”

“I tried, no one can keep up with Maverick, we both know this. We just need time to get to the swing of things…”

“I saw that all of you were talking and bickering up the air, not as a team but as individuals. Whatever is it, you guys need to be put in check..”

“We will figure it out and I can’t be mad at my teammates..not all of them at least.”

She joked to lighten up the mood, “Yeah, Phoenix and Bob kicked your ass.”

“No they did not!” He laughed lightly, pulling her into his side.

The pair went home to their shared stationed home annoyed about the day they had and extremely tired from everything. They knew it wouldn’t be easy the next few days but as long as they had each other, they could face it together and hopefully rewrite their history the best way possible. As for Maverick, he was determined to make this ragtag group of hot shot pilots until a team who can play together on the same field instead of apart weather they like it or not.

Thank you for reading and hope you enjoy the story so far! Remember to like, share and comment 🫶

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All My Soul Within Me, Burning. - II

Content: dbz crossover - inspired fic ( fnaf inspired ). android saga "what if" au ( post cell games). memory loss / recovery. possession. drabble w/ little plot. not completely proofread. characters: au!android 16 / raditz, dende, piccolo Warning: canon typical violence, referenced character death, implied existential crisis, soft angst

I will put you back together. / Leave the demon to his demons.

How beautiful, how powerful, the bright full moon. She's useless for him now. inevitably, utterly useless. Its eminence could only be enjoyed with his eyes as it gave him nothing else. He dared to watch the moon long enough for nature to take its course only to come out of his thoughtless trance with an appreciation for the way the stars speckled the darkness from the Earth instead. There aren't many places he can remember carrying a sight like this. Except for one. The errors, the thing, inside struggling against his programming recollects instances of a sky where only the stars thrive. Enough to light the lands of Planet...It's gone.

Visions that come and go as forgotten thoughts returned to him when he least expected it, places and faces he could not know beyond his initial activation in Dr. Gero's lab and the intel he was programmed with. But all of the unknown was begging to be acknowledged, identified, and accepted. The same pattern of thinking that was shaken loose after the Brief's refurbishing and which brought him back to The Lookout over the Earth. Here is where he has mused upon the night sky, it's where it felt closer and more familiar. Watching the moon and waiting for his metamorphosis, but lacking the means to do so.

Dr. Gero is dead. Cell is dead. K̸̨̧̦̯̜͇͍̬̟̰̗̹̀͋̐̍̔̄̀̕͝a̷̲̙̥̟̪̼̳̺̳͇͛̿̈́͆͑͜͜ͅk̸̡͍͓̟͔̻͈̮͇̜͊͒̒̔̓̍̿͆̕͝͝a̵͕͖͚̟͓͐̈́͌̇̎̽̅̓̿̈́ͅr̸̛͍͋̊̂̈́͝ŏ̵̖͔̥̜̙̲͆͝ţ̶̠̟̦̥̹̠̝̹̳̱͇̔͑̔̊̆̊͂͂̍͂͛͘ Son Goku is dead. Android 17 and 18 are missing.

What happens now?

Perhaps he should return to Dr. Brief and Bulma. Those who made him useful again. Whole. There is some loyalty to that kindness. So...he will serve again. What else is there? What else is left...

It's just him.

And there it is again, suddenly, screaming and fighting and raging through the programming. The bio-android lowers his gaze from the twinkling sky and his hand is drawn to the lower part of his sternum where his skin and casing seamlessly blend together. He remembers his reflection, seeing the cold blue eyes staring back at him in the mirror as he inspected his repairs. He remembers his reflection...a dim illumination as he stared out of his pod's windscreen anticipating his landing. His other hand now reaches for the back of his head, tugging the ribbon binding back the long, wild mane and freeing it all in a swift pull. For once, the android empathizes with its intruder's struggle to exist. Dreaming of what it once was, and what it could continue to be given control. A purpose.

"..Me." Android 16 breathes and closes his eyes. A warmth fills his body and all the weight it carries with it, merging itself with him. What else is there, after all?

This trapped spirit refuses to let go of its body, watching his own corporeal form be pulled apart and put back together again and again, made into something he is not. Mocking its very nature. No longer content to serve those who abused his loyalty or those who stood by them. Unable to see past his agony anymore.

Despite what he has become, saiyan...android...an abhorrent combination of the two forced to live again, "It's still me". His soul makes that clear. It will not leave and it will not rest. Despite everything taken and denied from him...

"Android 16." The young guardian of Earth emerged onto the platform, unable to detect the body of the mostly artificial being standing near the edge so he was surprised that anyone other than Mr. Popo was here so late in the evening. "I wasn't expecting you. What are you doing here so late?" Innocently asked in his unsuspicious approach.

The tall android tilts his head and looks over his shoulder, casting his piercing blue gaze down on the namekian boy. Reminded of his undoing; the one who caused his death while his so-called brother allowed it to happen. The catalyst of his unmourned fate. As his fists clenched into a tight grip, the vibrant color of his artificial eyes became pitch black, tiny white dots where his pupils would be stared down on Dende.

All he wanted now was his revenge. This desire, he will serve loyally.

"Namekian." He turned slowly, imposingly. A twitch in his head and his forearm. What Dende could not sense in his body, he immediately detected in the haunting leer and rough tone. Raditz making himself known. It was quick, the way he lunged forward at the inklings of Dende's retreat and lifted the boy off his feet, hanging him in the air by his large hand wrapped around his neck. Enough pressure and he would take their greatest hope away from them. The dismantling of their peace— defining his liberation from those who gained his "avatar's" solidarity— would stick.

The data perpetually computing in his mind made him aware of his risks, and compared his power to those who championed over Cell. But his rage could not fathom the warnings. He knows his limits and he would just take as many down with him as he could. No greater victory than the pain they can't undo as was done unto him. Tonight, he is immortal. Kakarot has already escaped his fury. But Piccolo, he will be sure to torment the most with this little one.

"Call him. Piccolo." He commanded with a strained, uneven tone with a grin rising in his features making the twitches in his body more menacing. "Bring him to me."

#my writing #dbz fics #dbz imagine #my brain is free

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scorchedhearth · 11 months

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"aint no mercy" for the fic titles thing? <3

thank u ! it’s my old west au for kyle rayner and jason todd from dc, which started from a single post and has now devolved into a full-blown, chaptered story with deep running themes because i do not know moderation <3 it follows kyle as a ranger and jason as an outlaw having to team up despite hating each other’s guts for a common goal they both desire. at first, i was just going for a ‘what if i put them on horses’ short oneshot but now i have an actual plot, worldbuilding and themes and motifs i am putting in there.

idk how much u know about those two from what i put on ur dash, but they’re just perfect to work as narrative foil because they do have some common ground and shared traits but very different backstory which makes their reactions to the same ideas or events so different despite an undercurrent of justification they can both understand in the other, and they have the type of relationship where they understand each other on a lot of points but all they can do with that is antagonize and make each other worse, which paired with an urgent goal and danger makes for the perfect team up.

it is a doomed from-the-start kind of story where they don’t know where they’ll end, all they know for sure is that it’s going to end badly but! there are moments where a more positive outcome shines thru, stolen seconds where it all fits right and it makes the terrible fate so much worse to bear because they keep glimpsing the what ifs, that if they weren’t who they are they could have something, before the illusion is broken by their own hands

ask me about my wip

“I used to dance,” Jason told no one, gaze trained on his boot working against a ripped chunk of wood, peeling it off the floor.

“Used to?” Kyle prompted.

“Haven’t had the chance in a while.” He pulled his eyes on Kyle then, cold and searching. “Ballroom dancing, the fancy kind they do at big parties. Hard to do when you’ve got no partner.” There was a nostalgic note in his voice, not quite sad but still quieter than usual. Kyle decided to prod further, his grip on the bottle slipping.

“Do you miss it?” He asked as he leaned on his knees, brought himself closer.

“At times, I do.” He shrugged, then twisted his lip. “It’s complicated.”

Before he could have a say on the matter, two more sips of whiskey went down his throat and the bottle was left by his chair, he jumped off his seat and planted his feet in front of Jason’s boots, toes nearly touching. He offered a hand, gloved palm up.

“Show me,” he said.

Jason eyed his hand, a frown pulling his eyebrows together beneath his hat, and Kyle held steady. “Show me,” he repeated. “I’ve not went dancing in too long, and we’ve got nothing better to do. So, show me.”

Jason tilted his chin up, gauging Kyle’s with one of those glares of his, heavy and quiet. Time slowed to a near stop when Jason slid his fingers in his palm, his grip firm when he used Kyle to pull himself to his feet with a quiet huff, the brim of his hat keeping his eyes in the shadows.

#asks #lesbianlotties

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vikkirosko · 2 years

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Hello! I'm happy you rest well during your vacation. Can I request genderbend Vriska, Terezi and Feferi with a female albino reader? Reader is the daughter of the albino alien rebel (from your fic with the genderbend ancestors) and was transported to alternia (like in hiveswap). She becomes friend with one of the 12 trolls they hate the most and meet them through them. They learned about her ancestor (mother) and the relationship she had with their ancestor, and now, they want the same relationship that their ancestors had.

Thanks! (I hope you're okay with it)

Headcanons Like the ancestors

♎️ Male!Terezi Pyrope x human fem albino!Reader 🐲

You and Terezi met by chance when you wandered into the forest near her hive. You went there after Nepeta told you about this place. You didn't know much about Alternia, because you only lived on this planet for a couple of months after you happened to be there by accident. You tried to get used to life on a new planet, which is why you ventured into an unfamiliar forest, where you met Terezi

Terezi was surprised when he found you. Your smell seemed to him extremely unusual, which is why he was so much interested in getting to know you. He was ready to become your guide to a new planet for you, even though it seemed a little strange to you. You doubted that you could handle the difficulties on your own, so you agreed to his offer. You were hoping that he would help you get better used to life on Alternia

You and Terezi have started spending a lot of time together. He liked you and neither you nor he had any idea about the relationship of your ancestors. When you were a child, you heard a story about your ancestor who went missing, but you didn't think to connect her disappearance with Alternia. However, even if you found out about the events of the past, it would not change your relationship with each other

Next to Terezi, you were sure that you were safe. You both stood out from the others, albeit for different reasons. But it brought you closer together. And although Terezi wasn't ready to tell you about his feelings yet, he hoped that he would be able to tell you about his red feelings in the near future

♏️ Male!Vriska Serket x human fem albino!Reader 🎱

When Vriska read the diary of his ancestor, he often found references to a certain human. A woman for whom Mindfang had red feelings, but Vriska had never seen anyone remotely similar to this woman. He doubted that he would be able to find her until he met you

You've only been living on Alternia for a couple of months, ending up there by accident. All this time you have been trying to adapt to life on an alien and hostile planet for you. Aradia helped you with this. She was the first person you met when you got to an unfamiliar planet for you. It was she who told you about Vriska, but you never thought that you would meet him in person until you stumbled upon him during one of your walks away from the city

Vriska was interested in you. Initially, he wanted to continue to be like his ancestor, including in terms of relationships. He tried to get closer to you so that he would have the same relationship as his ancestor, but you, unlike your ancestor, whom you learned about thanks to Vriska, were not so intimidated. You tried to face the troubles on your own and it seemed even more fascinating to him

The more you talked, the more often he noticed that his interest, initially aroused by your ancestor, became much more personal. He wanted to get to know you, he wanted to get closer to you, not to an image from the past. He understood that your acquaintance was initially unsuccessful, but he did not lose hope that he would be able to prove to you that his intentions were sincere

♓️ Male!Feferi Peixes x human fem albino!Reader 🐠

Since your childhood, you have felt like an outcast on your home planet. When you accidentally found yourself on an unfamiliar planet that was very different from your homeland, you hoped that you would start a new life there, but things only got worse. You were forced to hide even the fact that you are human, not to mention your appearance. The only one to whom you revealed your secret was Gamzee. Despite some of his oddities, he seemed harmless to you. You lived in his hive and often wandered along the beach at night, until one day you met Feferi

It was one of the rare days when he left his hive to walk on land. He didn't expect anything special from this walk, but he met you. You immediately attracted his attention by the fact that you weren't a troll. He was fascinated by your image. He fell in love with you at first sight and hurried to get to know you. You were tense, not knowing what to expect from him, but he didn't want to hurt you. He sincerely wanted to make friends with you and that's why he offered you to arrange a small tour of the underwater world

For you, traveling underwater turned out to be something on the verge of fiction. You never thought you could be in such a place. Feferi was happy to show you all the most interesting things. You've been spending a lot of time in his hive. Together you found the old recordings that Condesce wrote. It was thanks to these records that you found out that one of your ancestors lived on Alternia and was in a relationship with an Feferi's ancestor. It surprised you both

Despite the fact that your ancestors were together, Feferi had feelings for you not because of this. He didn't care about the Condesce relationship. He loved you because it was you. Even if your ancestors were not related to each other in any way, he would want you to be together. He sincerely hoped for it and was ready to do a lot to reach your heart

#homestuck #homestuck x reader #homestuck headcanons #terezi pyrope #terezi pyrope x reader #vriska serket #vriska serket x reader #feferi peixes #feferi peixes x reader

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thesoulesscollection · 2 years

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Could you write a sequel to Hidden Love where Henry confesses his feelings to Charles and Ellie?

Heya, thanks so much for the fluffy request, I enjoyed writing it. I'm sorry that this took a while to complete. My ask box is always open for anyone to flood it.

Kept this one on the shorter yet still sweet side.

Prior Fic in question; Hidden Love

Sitting them down together as a trio with no issue in Henry's bedroom wasn't as difficult as he'd initially expected at first so at least he had something going in his favor. Now the pair are sitting opposite to him, likely confused to why they're brought to his little abode; nobody beside them was allowed in. It didn't help he stared at them long and hard, stewing in awkward silence figuring out what to say. Picking up the smallest detail to them as if he's going to miss something important he got the strength to approach the topic he was burying for weeks.

"I love you two" Henry finally went to admit, becoming awkward spitting the words out so suddenly keeping his eyes glued firmly to his lap.

"Oh"

Then snapping his head up, glancing over at Charles, the pilot tilted his head to the side, doe eyed, staring up at him with knowing curiosity.

"Not surprised though"

"Yeah, Hen. It was so obvious" Ellie retorts matter-of-fact. "Me and Char. We noticed easily the way you look at us. How you would react whenever we're around clicked in for us"

Charles interjected right after, shrugging his shoulders while swaying in his spot inching closer, "Yeah. You get this really cute lovey dovey sparkle in your eyes. It's adorable. You freeze like a startled deer caught in the headlights when we speak to you, not as bad as it once was in the beginning but still"

"Why didn't you say something to us earlier though?"

Henry stiffened. "I. Didn't know how to say it. And I was afraid you two would reject me… Then it would've been awkward. I didn't want to ruin our friendship"

"Do you really think it would've ruined our friendship? How would you know that it would've done the other effect?" Ellie's hand gently held onto his, "We care so much for you, Henry. A lot to be truthful and to put it out in the open. We love you too"

"And much more than in a friendly manner if you have to know what we mean there, Hen" Charles jokes, an attempt to lighten the mood. "We'll do anything for you. All you have to is to just be open with us"

It had done the trick as Henry wasn't tense anymore, "Yeah, I do… You guys actually like me then? I'm really relieved then"

"Of course, we do. You shouldn't have to be shy with us. We know you better then that"

Smiling, the tension built up was melting, Henry allowed them to get near, their bodies were warmly cozy next to his, and he got clingy again needy for their love.

#Answered Ask #vampireocean #Ask Box Is Always Open #Asks Are Always Open #Anon Or Not #Thsc Fic #Henry Stickmin Collection #The Henry Stickmin Collection #Poly Threat #Triple Threat #Henry Stickmin #Charles Calvin #Ellie Rose #Fluff #Admitting To Feelings #Feelings #Domestic Fluff #Romantic

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the-girl-in-the-box · 1 year

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In the Blood I

A/N: Hi! I'm super excited to be sharing this fic! Part two will be coming before the deadline, but until then, I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Thomas Barrow has gone missing, and the Crawleys have gotten worried about him. As such, they've hired investigator Richard Ellis to find him, but what he finds will challenge the way he views the world. Still, maybe he won't end up being too upset by that.

Masterlist

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Discovery

Richard Ellis wasn’t the sort of man who was easily unnerved. In fact, it usually took quite a lot to unnerve him. As such, he wasn’t at all unnerved when he was brought a strange missing persons case. There was a man in a village somewhere in York who had disappeared one night and not been seen since, and the family he worked for had gotten worried. As such, they’d finally reached out for help.

The family hadn’t been able to provide him with very much information about where he may have gone, but the rest of the staff had had a little more to offer- a lady’s maid called Ms. Baxter, in particular. Well, she hadn’t had a whole lot about where he might be now, no one did, but she had quite a bit of information about him on the whole.

Thomas Barrow had always been a rather reclusive type, unkind at times and outright cruel at others, but Baxter had been insistent that he wasn’t half so bad underneath, not really. She told him what no one else had been willing to tell him, too- that he had fought quite hard with the butler, Mr. Carson, the day he’d disappeared, and had gone out to get some air. She’d almost gone with him and regretted not doing so now, but Richard had assured her there was little she could have done.

So, without very much information to go on, Richard had started his search in the woods near the house. Unsurprisingly, he hadn’t found much, and ended up going into a pub for dinner when he had determined that was a dead end. What was surprising, however, was that he was approached by a familiar face. “Well, well, if it isn’t Mr. Richard Ellis,” he greeted. “Haven’t seen you in ages. What brings you out to Downton?”

Richard chuckled and shook the man’s hand in greeting. “Missing person,” he answered. “One of the footmen at the big house has gone missing, I’m out here looking for him.”

“Any chance there’s a connection to the case I’m on?” he questioned. “There’s talk of… well, I’m sure you can imagine what I’d be investigating.”

Richard nodded a little. “I can,” he confirmed. “Got out of that business years back, switched to handling humans alone.”

The truth was, Richard had once hunted vampires and the like just as his parents had. But he’d left that life behind in favor of managing less supernatural cases- they often felt far safer anyway. Still, it seemed this case was going to require him to use those old resources, and so after dinner that night he resigned himself to tracking down his old network, and seeing what they could tell him.

As it turned out, there was a vampire in the area. It didn’t take a genius to put two and two together, that this Barrow fellow had gone missing after this vampire had appeared. If he had to bet- and he wasn’t typically a betting man- Richard would bet that Thomas Barrow had been his most recent victim. Still, he wanted to be sure he got answers, not just a maybe, and so he accepted that he would have to fall back into old habits once again. The hunt was back on.

Richard made his way through the woods for the second time that week, now paying closer attention to the signs he had previously ignored. How could he have missed this? It wasn’t all that difficult to track this particular vampire- he hadn’t been too careful with covering his tracks- and soon enough he had followed the trail to what appeared to be this vampire’s lair. Perfect.

Creeping in silently, Richard prepared himself to fight the vampire which resided within. What he found instead wound up being a relief.

When he had first gone to Downton Abbey to inquire about this missing man, Phyllis Baxter had provided him with a picture, and although he didn’t look overly well, Richard could easily recognise the body of Thomas Barrow lying there, unconscious. He was pale and sweaty, dark circles under his eyes, and Richard began to worry that he’d been kept here for the vampire to feed on. As unwell as he was now, though, it was no wonder that the lair had been vacated that night- he wouldn’t be good for feeding for much longer, and the vampire would be hunting again. This meant it should be easy enough to get away, so long as they weren’t found before the night was over.

Richard went quickly to crouch down beside Thomas, shaking his shoulder gently to try and rouse him. “Mr. Barrow,” he said quietly. “Mr. Barrow, can you hear me? I need you to wake up.”

As if on cue, Thomas jolted awake, and as soon as he saw Richard he started again and tried to scramble back- though he was too weak to get very far. This sort of fear wasn’t surprising, not after what he’d been through, and Richard quickly held up his hands to try and show he wasn’t a threat. “It’s alright, I’m not here to hurt you,” he promised. “I’m here to help.”

“Who are you?” Thomas questioned suspiciously, and his voice cracked a bit from disuse, as well as some dehydration, if Richard had to guess. He’d need a lot of care when they got him back to the Abbey, but that would come in time. They just needed to get him out, first.

“My name is Richard Ellis,” he answered. “I’m an investigator- the Crawley family hired me to find you after you went missing.”

Thomas blinked a few times, brows creasing as his mouth hung just slightly open. The timing was hardly appropriate, but Richard still couldn’t help but notice how attractive he was. “They sent someone after me?” he asked.

Richard smiled at him and nodded. “They did,” he replied. “And we need to get you back to them so they can stop worrying, and we can get you back to safety. Can you stand?” Thomas tried to shakily get to his feet once Richard had, but Richard quickly realised he wasn’t stable enough to stay up, so he reached out and caught him by the arms, which caused Thomas’s eyes to snap up to his face. Richard offered him another reassuring smile, and drew him the rest of the way to his feet before wrapping an arm around his waist, and pulling one of Thomas’s arms around his shoulders. “I’ve got you,” he said. “I won’t let you fall.”

Thomas nodded a little, watching him with an expression that wasn’t quite readable, and he leaned into Richard to accept his help. As soon as he had him, Richard started toward the door, holding tightly to him so he could do as he’d promised.

They got out of the cave without trouble, the moon high above lighting their path as they stepped out into the woods once more. “Good thing there aren’t any werewolves in the area,” Richard quipped with a chuckle. “Full moon would be bringing them all out.”

Thomas blinked and looked up at him confusedly. “Werewolves?” he questioned. “A week ago I’d have said you were mad for that. Now, I’ve been fed on by a vampire, and I’d be a hypocrite if I still said you were mad.”

Richard chuckled a little and gave a small shake of his head. “I have the benefit of having grown up in all this,” he confessed. “Mum and Dad were hunters, so it was just the family business- there wasn’t ever a time I didn’t know it was all true. But I know it must be quite a shock to just be thrust into it as you were. Or snatched into it, I suppose.”

Thomas let out a bitter chuckle. “‘Snatched into it’,” he repeated. “Sounds about right.”

Richard sighed. “I’m going to stick around for a few days to keep an eye on you,” he informed him. “It’s not necessarily likely, but there is a chance there could be complications from what you went through. If I’m here, I can mitigate that a bit.”

This earned something of a numb nod from the other man. “I just want to sleep, really,” he replied. Richard smiled sadly.

“I know,” he said. “You can sleep soon. We’ve just got to get you home.”

If you want to be added to the taglist, feel free to reach out either by commenting, reblogging, DMing me, or sending an ask, and I’ll be more than happy to add you!

#thomas barrow #richard ellis #thomas barrow x richard ellis #richard ellis x thomas barrow #barris #downton abbey #in the blood #part one

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Yes, it’s been a little while since I’ve done one of these, but I just haven’t been writing as much fic as I’ve hoped to - I’ve only just the one for this week, the next part of Cobra Kai Mini Rewrites, this time for 3x08 (or rather, the first of two intended for 3x08)

Miguel still loved Sam, and being near her, sparring in Miyagi-Do, was part of what he’d been wishing for the last few months – because he’d missed her, and it had hurt because he’d been the one to mess it up the first time around, and he’d wanted to make amends but just hadn’t known how, and then she’d gotten with Robby which had made him feel vindicated about the entire thing, and then it had just spiralled from there with near-fatal results.

And sure, they were together right now, getting along well enough, and as they got closer Miguel knew it could easily turn into a romantic moment, and part of him was tempted to…

But he didn’t. For starters, she was still technically dating Robby, and Miguel ignoring that last time had been the spark for the school brawl – Sam had only brought him up a couple times, but she’d never said anything about their relationship status, and Miguel wasn’t going to be someone who wrecked a relationship again. And to be honest, how he’d handled the love drama last time had been, quite frankly, awful – starting with making unfounded assumptions about Sam and Robby in the first place, using Tory as a rebound, and then kissing a drunken Sam whilst they were both dating other people and while he was perfectly sober.

Miguel didn’t really think starting things again was a good idea, especially not with everything else going on, so he took a step back and just smiled at Sam.

“Good fighting.”

“Thank you.” She said, seeming a little put out but clearly trying not to show it – Miguel decided he wouldn’t think too much into that.

#Six Sentence Sunday #Cobra Kai Mini Rewrites #Listen after everything that's happened #MOST people would opt out of the Teen Love Drama #Especially during a karate war #Miguel Diaz #Samantha LaRusso

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can you please do an omegaverse fic with inarizaki having an omega manager that goes into heat during a game and she tries to leave but some guys from another team stop her and harass her but the bois pull up and protect her <3

a/n - right, just a warning, i’m a big atsumu simp and this became abundantly clear to me when i was writing this... it’s less inarizaki and more miya twins (with the addition of kita). whoops

warnings - harassment (unwanted touching, sexual implications)

In hindsight, leaving the house without packing heat suppressants, or at least being aware of your own condition, was reckless of you. It wasn't your fault you had woken up late and had to rush to ensure you looked presentable by the time the twins came by to collect you. Though you would have loved to make the twins late (considering it was their fault - they didn’t have to get you hooked on a new TV show and leave the call midway through the season finale), you weren’t so keen on having any of Kita’s disappointment directed towards you. Therefore, when the twins arrived, Atsumu with a wide smirk at your slightly dishevelled self, you settled on directing a swift punch to their stomachs as revenge.

“Ouch,” whined Atsumu, rubbing his stomach with a pout. “What was that for, stupid?”

“Obviously she’s pissed off that we let her stay up late,” Osamu grumbled, also rubbing his stomach, though, instead of a pout, his lips were tugged downwards in a frown. “Although I don’t see how her terrible sleep schedule is our problem.”

“Don’t get me hooked on a new show next time,” you muttered, looping an arm through Osamu’s and beginning to pull him down the road. In your other hand, you held a cool bag with some snacks for the team. The only reason you had grabbed Osamu with your free arm was to prevent him from peeking into the bag. If he had hands free to look, he had hands free to eat the food within. Atsumu was less likely to eat the food, though that didn’t stop him from unzipping the bag and peeking inside.

“Oh, tasty!” he exclaimed, zipping up the bag and making eye contact with Osamu, whose head had turned in his direction once the words left his mouth. He was clearly pleading with his twin to reveal what was in the bag. Atsumu simply stuck his tongue out. “Why don’t ya use your nose to figure it out? You always boast about having a better sense of smell than me anyway.”

“Because I do,” snapped back Osamu, quickly becoming irritated, muscles tensing as he prepared himself to leap towards his twin. Your arm tightened around his, and you shot him a look, eyes holding a warning. With care, you let your scent wind through the air around the three of you, the twin alphas calming at the subtle shift in the air.

Atsumu looped an arm over your shoulder, pulling you closer to him, the bag you were carrying bumping awkwardly against his legs in the process. This action almost caused your arm to slip from Osamu’s, but he quickly tightened his hold. Atsumu was not going to pull you away from him. Almost in sync, they both turned towards you, noses nuzzling into the crook of your neck. You let out a slightly frustrated sigh, but let them continue scenting you. After all, when they were able to do this, they were at their calmest, and you still had a long bus journey ahead of you where keeping arguments to a minimum was preferable.

When you began to approach the school gates, you pulled out of their grasp, walking ahead of them. You began to walk faster, shooting a look over your shoulder to see the pair of them watching you with confused expressions. It was when you finally broke into a sprint, hefting the bag holding the food at a weird angle, that they realised what you had in mind. Letting out a laugh, Atsumu took off after you; Osamu quickly followed. If you had managed to get a bigger head start, you might have won. However, on this occasion, both twins pulled ahead of you, darting around a bewildered Kita and launching forward to touch the bus with their fingers.

“I won!” they declared in unison, an argument breaking out between them that you tuned out in favour of focusing your attention on Kita. Aran had already walked over to the twins, grabbing them by the backs of their jackets and hauling them away. It was this sudden movement that jerked them from their argument.

“Hey,” you greeted, giving Kita a weary smile as he reached forward to take the food from you. Together, you walked towards the bus. Kita, having arrived ridiculously early, had already packed away everything that the team would need. The only thing not within the bus was most of the team, their individual athletic bags, and whatever you had brought with you. You climbed in, reaching up to place the bag on the overhang above you. Once you had finished, you turned to face Kita. “I think we’re going to win for sure. I did some research on this team and they’ve put forward a series of underwhelming performances in official games, as well as practice matches. They’re no match for Inarizaki, especially with our captain ready to step in if the second years on court get too excited or lazy.”

The latter comment was directed towards Suna, whose head poked up from behind a seat near the back of the bus. He raised his middle finger up in response before refocusing on the phone he was holding in his other hand. You yelled over at him, “Good morning to you too.”

“Whatever, y/n,” he sighed, looking up at you once again. “Just sit down somewhere, preferably a place where the two idiots can argue over who gets to sit next to you.”

You just rolled your eyes, taking the seat you were planning on claiming originally. Kita stood in the aisle, giving you a small smile. “I’m glad you’re confident we’re going to win, especially with all the practice everybody has been putting in.”

“I know,” you grinned. While continuing with the conversation, you motioned towards the seat beside you, indicating for Kita to take it. You’d rather sit next to Kita than have to deal with the twins for the journey anyway. “Everybody has been putting in so much more effort. I swear I’ve had to physically drag Atsumu out of the gym most days.”

“He just doesn’t listen,” sighed Kita, resting his head against the headrest. “I keep telling him practicing too much is bad for his health. He even got a fever because he was practicing too hard.”

“He’s stupid like that,” you shrugged, a yawn cutting through whatever you were about to say next.

“You better be talkin’ about Samu,” interrupted Atsumu, taking the seat in front of you and turning around to face you. Osamu collapsed into the seat beside him, flicking him in the forehead.

“She was obviously talking about you, dumbass,” he quipped.

Osamu turned to you for confirmation, only to see your head resting against the captain’s shoulder. He questioned, “y/n?”

“Of course she’s asleep,” laughed Atsumu, nudging Osamu with his shoulder, previous comment forgotten in favour of teasing you. “She can’t take the late nights.”

“Keep it down,” Kita said, adjusting your head so that it was rested against him more comfortably. In response, you moved closer to him, an arm sliding around his waist to hug him as you mumbled something incoherent in your sleep. A furious blush spread along his cheeks, and he ducked his head to hide from the twins. Luckily, their attention was fixed elsewhere, on a video Suna had sent to Osamu, too lazy to get up to walk down the coach to show him. Kita let out a sigh, dropping his head to rest atop of yours. He chided, not that you could hear him in your slumber, “You should really try to sleep earlier.”

It was fortunate for you that you slept for most of the journey. You missed Osamu moaning about being hungry, and then proceeding to search up pictures of food to drool over. Consequently, you also missed Atsumu hitting his twin and being scolded by Kita, something that always made you laugh. However, Suna had got up to draw on your face, which would have been an unfortunate consequence. Luckily, it was only to shuffle back to his seat sheepishly, the sight of Kita beside you a deterrent.

“You had to fall asleep on Kita,” grumbled Suna, walking along beside you as you entered the gymnasium. You trailed behind the rest of the team, your footsteps unusually sluggish. You blamed it on your late night. “Why couldn’t you have fallen asleep on Atsumu? He would’ve let me draw on your face.”

“Yeah, well, I’m glad you didn’t,” you responded, transferring the food bag to your other hand. The weight, though it wasn’t abnormally heavy, was beginning to make your arm ache. In fact, your whole body ached. Eyebrows furrowed, you continued switching the bag from hand to hand. It made no difference. You still ached.

“You look constipated,” observed Suna, though he took the food from your grip. You gave him a thankful smile, which he waved off. “I’m not being nice. I just don’t like walking beside someone with such a stupid expression on their face.”

“I didn’t ask you to walk beside me,” you snapped, crossing your arms over your chest. They still ached, even without the bag. All you wanted to do was collapse on the bench at the sidelines.

“It’s not my fault you decided to walk so slowly today,” replied Suna, glancing over at you briefly. Something about you was off, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. It was probably a consequence of your late night, but even when you had stayed up late before, you were never this sluggish. Usually, you walked at the front beside Kita, or with the coaches. It was rare for you to be at the back unless you wanted to annoy him, which evidently was not the case this time. “I didn’t voluntarily choose to accompany you.”

“Leave me then,” you snapped, eyes narrowing in a glare, your scent suddenly spiking. He let out a grumble, releasing some of his pheromones in the air to soothe you. Suna hated being on omega duty, one of the reasons why he was glad you usually opted to walk at the front.

“You know I can’t just leave you,” he sighed, placing a hand on the small of your back to urge you forward. “The sooner we get to the gym, the sooner you can leave me and sit on the bench.”

That caused you to perk up somewhat, which also had the effect of pulling your scent back to its’ ordinary level. Your scent may have regulated, but the ache in your body persisted, each movement making you fight back a wince. It was with gritted teeth that you sat on the bench, and pulled your clipboard towards you. Suna gave you one last assessing look before beginning to warm up.

Your gaze was unfocused as you stared down at the words you had written on the page. They swam in front of your gaze, coming apart and then joining again in dizzying confusion. As you stared, you found your mind wandering, nose twitching as you found yourself seeking out any scent that felt comforting, felt familiar. Your head snapped up from the clipboard, falling on a pile of discarded jackets. From the pile, and wafting towards you in the air, was Atsumu’s rich scent that made you recall moments where you were held in his arms and shielded from the rain, Osamu’s that brought forward memories of laughing in the kitchen and collaborating on random food creations, and Kita’s that filled you with comfort, reminding you of his quite support.

Before you could process what you were doing, you were moving towards the pile, hand clutching the first jacket you found. You buried your nose into the material, breathing in Atsumu’s scent, a soft whine escaping your lips. Your own team, too engrossed in warming up, missed the sound. It did, however, attract the attention of the team on the other side of the net.

You were unaware of the sudden, and unwanted, attention, shrugging off your jacket and pulling on Atsumu’s. You turned your head into the collar, taking in a deep breath. Though the scent satisfied you emotionally, the joy at being wrapped in Atsumu’s scent, caused you to release your own pheromones, made you feel slightly dizzy. A sudden spiking heat rushed through you, and a quiet ‘shit’ slipped from your lips. Hurriedly, you began to head towards the exit, keeping your head ducked and trying desperately to stop sending pulse after pulse of pheromones into the gym. You figured that, once you were safely in the confines of the bus, you could send a message to one of the coaches, apologising for having to leave and explaining that your heat had suddenly started.

A large hand wrapped around your wrist, causing you to come to a jolting stop. The owner of the hand yanked you back into his chest and you let out a surprised squeak. His arm wrapped around your waist, holding you close to him as he let out a pleased hum. His nose ran along the scent gland at your neck, making you stiffen suddenly. Fear made you kick out, knocking against one of his teammates who was standing beside him.

“Get off me,” you panted, weakly thrashing in his grip, a sharp and bitter scent escaping from you. Across the gym, Atsumu and Osamu’s heads snapped in your direction. “Just want to leave. Need to leave.”

Twin growls ripped through the gym, sending shivers down the spines of many people in attendance, including the male currently holding you. All you could feel was relief. He looked over his shoulder, making eye contact with the furious twins. Their fury had caught the attention of the rest of Inarizaki, who all suddenly stood to attention.

“No need to be aggressive,” chuckled the male, though he made no move to release you. “I was just going to take care of this omega.”

“Like fuck ya are,” spat Atsumu, lunging forward and grabbing the male by the back of his shirt. His eyes were dark, expression twisted as another growl ripped from his throat.

“Get the fuck away from her,” growled Osamu, who had taken the distraction Atsumu provided to step in front of the male. The rest of his teammates had wisely backed off. One who had been about to pull Atsumu away had been stopped by Kita, his grip tight as he had pulled the man away by his shoulder. Despite the warning, the male’s arm remained around you. Despite Atsumu at his back and Osmau at his front, he had the nerve to push his nose against your scent gland and breathe you in deeply. A nervous whimper escaped your mouth, all Osamu and Atsumu needed for any last bit of restraint they had to evaporate. He muttered darkly, “I gave you a warning.”

Osamu’s hand curled around the male’s wrist, yanking it upwards harshly and twisting. His other arm went to catch you, pulling you away as Atsumu finally snapped. His arm wrapped around the male’s throat, his muscles prominent as he tightened his grip, crushing his windpipe. It was clear Osamu was frustrated too, eager to leap at the male. Yet, you were beside him, looking up at him with fear, and his first instinct was to protect you. He pulled his gaze away from the scene in front of him, scanning the gym until he finally found Kita. Kita was already walking towards you, anger prominent in the lines of his body. He took you from Osamu, letting you wrap your legs around his waist and snuggle your head into the crook of his neck as he held you. Kita left Osamu with a nod, giving permission the other man had not needed, but appreciated, to attack the male who had harassed you. He would let the coaches break it apart. Right now, you were his concern.

Kita walked from the gym, heading towards the bus. It was fortunate he was always prepared. Though he was certain you would be responsible enough to bring your own, he had packed heat suppressors in the buses emergency kit just in case. You let out a soft whine, hands curling into the material of his shirt.

“Atsumu… Osamu… Are they okay?” you questioned, needing to know. Kita let out a comforting purr, coupled with a release of soothing pheromones. The scent wafted around you, easing your racing heart, though it did little to cut through the haze of your heat.

“They’re fine,” he reassured, hand rubbing a soothing circle into your back before he placed you gently on a seat in the bus. You wrapped your arms around yourself, nose immediately pressing against the inside collar of the jacket, breathing in Atsumu’s scent deeply.

“Want the twins,” you whimpered. It was normal for you to want to be close to them. You had been with them since you were born, the three of you inseparable as soon as you were able to toddle. It was their scents that made up the majority of your nest, with the occasional addition of something Kita or Suna or another member of the team had scented.

Kita ignored your comment in favour of grabbing the heat suppressants from the bag. He turned towards you, grabbing a water bottle from where the spares were kept. Deciding it might be better for you, more peaceful and less painful, he also decided to include a sleeping pill. Kita handed them to you. “Have these. It’s heat suppressants and a sleeping pill.”

He watched as you took the medicine, carding his fingers through your hair affectionately. He gave your fingers a reassuring squeeze, “I’ll be back, along with the twins, when the match is finished.”

You nodded, barely registering his words as you let sleep overtake you.

When you woke up, strong arms were wrapped around you, holding you against a chest. You snuggled into the warmth, letting the distinct scent of Atsumu wash over you. Fingers stroked your hand softly, tracing its shape before sliding between your own. Your hand was lifted up, soft lips pressed against it before a face nuzzled into your palm. Sleepily, you looked up, blinking up at the twins. Even in your half-awake state, you could see the slight bruising that peppered their skin. Despite it being two-against-one, the male had landed a few solid hits before the coaches got involved.

“You’re awake,” cheered Atsumu, brushing a kiss to the top of your head as his fingers ran up and down your back, sliding beneath his jacket and your t-shirt to rest against your bare skin. Osamu gave a small cheer as well, a warm smile overtaking his features as he gazed down at you. That warm smile didn’t stop him from scolding you, something you were expecting from Kita and not him.

“And an idiot for not realising you were starting your heat,” he said, reaching over to give your hair an affection ruffle.

“We always know when our ruts are so you should know when your heats are,” chimed in Atsumu, ignoring the weak punch to his chest that you gave him with the hand not being held in Osamu’s.

“That’s because I always remind you,” you grumbled in response, though your anger was short-lived. The pheromones they were pumping out were so distracting any emotion but bliss was hard to feel, let alone hold onto.

“Considering how long you’ve known each other,” said Suna, deciding to add his two pence to the conversation, “I would’ve thought you two dumbasses would know what her pre-heat symptoms are.”

“You’re her friend too,” protested Atsumu, the only thing stopping him from engaging in a fall-blown argument was you in his lap. “Maybe you should have realised.”

“I did realise,” smirked Suna. In a quieter voice, he continued, “I just thought she was tired.”

“Can you all shut up?” snapped Aran, to which Kita was quick to agree, explaining that you would appreciate the peace and quiet.

That put a stop to any argument that could have broken out, both of the twins refocusing on you. Osamu resumed lazily playing with your fingers, while Atsumu nuzzled into your neck, rubbing his face against your scent gland. You let out a content sigh, finding comfort in their touch and the scents of the team wafting around you.

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