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theweasleyslytherin · 3 years

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Heey you're requests are open? I really love George so any fluff with him would make me happy 😌❤️ maybe him having a secret relationship with a quiet Ravenclaw girl and the others are wondering where's he's always going and they snoop around and find out ? Just an idea you can go all out and do whatever you want with this tbh ☺️

this is so cute!! thank you so much for requesting this! <3 <3 this came out kinda long lol just a warning.

x Sneaking Around with George (fluff)

You and George had been together for a few weeks now. You’d met when he was serving detention one day while you were staying after class to tutor some of the other students in History of Magic. You had known who he was before. I mean, he was George Weasley – how could you not know him? He didn’t exactly blend into the background, what with his and Fred’s antics and the occasional firework displays.

But you? George didn’t know you, but you weren’t surprised or insulted. You wouldn’t expect him to. You were the complete opposite, with no desire for attention and an affinity for always following the rules and staying out of trouble. You walked down the hallway with your nose in a book half the time, and when you weren’t reading, you were with your best friend Cho. She was the one who usually attracted the attention – of other friends, rumors, and guys. But no one outside of your immediate circle knew Cho’s best friend Y/N.

When George saw you that day in detention, confidently and patiently explaining the lesson to two other students in your sweet, quiet voice, he couldn’t keep his eyes off you. He had to know who you were. By the time he finished clapping erasers, you had finished your lesson. The other students had left and you were packing up your books into your bag when you felt his presence. You looked up and saw him looming over you, an uncharacteristically nervous look on his face. He introduced himself to you, even though he knew that you would know who he was, and asked who you were. The rest was history.

Now you’d been dating for almost a month. George was so excited about dating you that he was practically begging to be able to tell all of his friends. He’d give you the biggest puppy dog eyes and pout his bottom lip and it was next to impossible for you to resist. But you were more cautious. You didn’t want the attention of the whole school on you, and you knew that the second anyone found out about you and George, the rumors would spread like a wildfire and soon everyone would know. You couldn’t handle that many people staring at you, asking questions and speculating about George and the mysterious Ravenclaw girl.

You had lunch by yourself today, so you made quick work of finding a seat at the Ravenclaw table and opening your book. It was one you hadn’t read before, an old muggle story called Pride and Prejudice. You were just getting into your reading when you felt someone’s shoulder brush across your back. You startled, turning just in time to see red hair disappearing into the distance as George exited the dining hall. When you looked back down, you saw a note sitting in the center of your book. In George’s block-writing, it said, You look beautiful today, love. Please come meet me in the astronomy tower. No funny business, I promise.

You blushed as you read his note. George was always complimenting you, but not only about your looks. He told you that you looked pretty or that your eyes were particularly sparkly on a certain day, but he also told you about how much he loved your mind. He said he loved how smart you were, how patient you were with the students you tutored, and how kind you were to strangers who didn’t even know who you were. He told you that he thought it was cute the way you got so wrapped up in stories that it was like you were transported into another world.

You waited just about thirty seconds and then quickly closed your book and tucked it into your bag before making a quick exit out of the dining hall and towards the astronomy tower. You couldn’t wait to be next to George again. Being around him always made you feel so safe and warm. You could really be yourself and open up with him like you hadn’t really been able to with anyone else before besides Cho.

At the Gryffindor table, Fred, George, Harry, and Ron had been enjoying their lunch together, cracking jokes and plotting their next big prank when suddenly George had grown quiet, seemingly distracted by something off in the distance.

“George, mate, anyone home?” Fred has teased, snapping his fingers in front of George’s face. He was transfixed by something, but the others didn’t know what.

George snapped out of his daydream and stuttered, “Y-Yeah. I just remembered that I have to do something.”

Ron looked at him incredulously. “What’s ‘something?’” he asked, “You’ve been doing a lot of somethings lately.”

George shook his head, blushing and growing flustered. “Don’t worry about it, Ronald,” he turned to address the whole group, “I just have to go do something.” He got up quickly and headed out of the dining hall in a hurry.

Harry raised his eyebrows and took a sip of his water. “He’s usually a better liar than that, yeah?” he noted.

Ron nodded his head, agreeing with Harry through a bite of his sandwich, “Definitely, but what’s going him so worked up then?”

“Only one way to find out,” Fred answered, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

Up in the astronomy tour, you found George waiting for you, sitting criss-cross apple sauce on a cute, checkered picnic blanket.

“Hello beautiful,” he called out to you, patting the spot next to him on the blanket.

“Oh my goodness, George,” you cooed, your hand flying to cover your mouth in surprise, “This is so sweet! You didn’t have to do all this.” You sat down next to him and he immediately cocooned you into his chest, reaching around you to open the little picnic basket that was also on the blanket.

Inside the basket, you saw a collection of fruits and pastries – including shiny glazed donuts that George knew were your favorites.

He picked one of them up and held it up in front of your mouth. “Want a bite?” he asked and you nodded, giggling softly when he made little airplane noises as he brought it up to your lips. He was such a goofball when you two were together. You took a bite and hummed in appreciation as the sweet flavor of the dough and the glaze.

“How do you even look pretty when you’re chewing?” he wondered aloud, and you blushed at his comment, batting softly at his arm in protest.

“I definitely don’t; you’re just whipped,” you teased.

“So what if I am?” George countered, locking eyes with you and running a hand absently through your hair. You didn’t care that he was messing it up – you knew he’d think you were beautiful anyways and his touch was so loving you didn’t want him to stop.

“Kiss me,” he murmured quietly and you obliged, leaning up slightly to connect your lips in a soft kiss. George hummed against your lips before pulling away and breaking into a wide, goofy grin and declaring, “Your lips taste like sugar.”

“Yours taste like mint gum,” you noted in return.

“What can I say? I was hoping for the chance to get to kiss you again,” he responded, his grin growing even wider with confidence. He always knew exactly the right thing to say to make your heart skip a beat.

“George,” you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper. Your heart was pounding in your chest but you wanted to tell him so badly in this perfect moment. “I think I’m falling for you.”

Now you were certain his smile couldn’t grow any wider, and you felt relief rush through your body. He took your hand in his and placed a kiss on the back of it. “Oh my God, I’m so glad you said that,” he sighed happily, “I’ve been so nervous to tell you. I’m definitely falling for you, too, Y/N/N.”

Just then, you heard a thunder of footsteps coming up the astronomy tower stairs and you and George quickly jumped away from each other, embarrassed, but it was too late. In stormed Fred, Harry, and Ron, breathless from running all the way up the stairs.

“George!” Harry called out, “We finally found you!”

“Yeah,” George responded, vaguely annoyed. “At the perfect moment, too,” he added sarcastically.

You could feel that your face was burning as everyone’s eyes turned to focus on you. You wanted to crawl into George’s warm embrace and never been seen again. He’d let you.

“So this is why you’ve been sneaking away these last few weeks – a girl,” Fred deduced, crossing his arms with a smug look on his face, “Why didn't you just tell us, Georgie?”

George was rubbing soothing circles on your back. “We wanted to keep it special between the two of us for a while,” he explained, smiling down at you with the utmost admiration in his brown eyes.

“Well, now we know,” Ron joked. “Who are you, anyway?” he asked, not trying to be rude even though his tone was blunt.

George looked proudly at you and then at his brothers before taking your hand in his once again. “Her name is Y/N,” he declared, beaming, “And she’s my girlfriend.”

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uwuch9n · 3 years

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hey !!! today i’m gonna be trying to write some fluff to calm myself down and also try out something new in the process ! hope whoever reads this enjoys it :)

characters: kenma, nb y/n (self insert or oc) and a bit of kuroo :D

warnings or possible triggers: ear biting, neck kissing, wrists/arms being touched, stressed/overworked/anxious reader, and a thunderstorm/heavy rain ! please do not continue reading if any of these things could trigger any unwanted reactions ! maybe the next time i write some fluff or sfw fanfics you’ll be able to read ‘em !

a nice welcome home.

after a long day at your new job, a manga artist, you decided to end your shift for the night and head back home. you wiped the sweat off your forehead but the stress wasn’t easy to get rid of. the office wanted the manga to be done as soon as possible and you couldn’t get the last few pages right. it was very obviously a hard week for you. luckily it was a friday so you’d get saturday off, but sunday you had to go back.

after getting yourself together you stuffed your things into your bag and walked out to get in your car.

“hey there y/n! lookin great huh, i see you’re ready to go home to lil kenken right?? how you doing?” said kuroo as he ran into you right outside the establishment. he worked near that area and decided to stop by, luckily he walked into you at the right time.

“im doing well,, i guess.. i just was overthinking a bit but i’m sure tomorrow, or even tonight, i’ll be able to refresh myself and relax..” you said almost trying to avoid contact for the time being. kuroo noticed you didn’t seem to excited about things and so he decided to give you some words of encouragement.

“i’m sure whenever you get to relax you’ll be ready for work again! and besides you got a lil pal waiting for you at home, don’t you look forward to that?? he’s pretty good at comforting,, and i should know”- he chuckled. you gave him a smile and nodded in agreement. you let out a sigh and walked off to your car right before kuroo grasped your left shoulder and pulled you in for a hug. he patted your head with his hand and reassured you. you got a little flustered,, but kept it in.

“you’re doing amazing, really. i know you work really hard, so make sure to cool off, ‘kay? you got this in the bag!” he said, you clearly being able to sense his smile through his decently raspy voice. he let you go and gave you a little push to get you back together after the short hug, and you both waved goodbye.

well that was quite an experience. you knew that kuroo wasn’t a homewrecker, especially when it came to kenma’s s/o, but he was getting much more comfortable and supportive with you. that made you happy, but after thinking about what had just happened, you refocused and started your car.

you drove through the freeway and noticed all the billboards promoting businesses that you knew you’d rather be working at. you meet a stop sign and let out a sigh while other cars drive by. when it’s time to go, you go, as one would normally do, but you noticed that some water droplets were gently hitting the windshield of your car. it started getting a bit rougher and even more water droplets starting hitting your windshield, only this time they got louder.

you could hear all the other cars driving by thanks to the water that was slightly flooding the streets. you make a swift turn into your apartment complex and slowed down as you arrived at your apartment. you park at your designated spot and turn off your car. you adjust your bag straps that had fallen off your shoulder without you realizing, and reached into the back side of your car to get your umbrella. unfortunately it wasn’t there so you’d have to get wet, and it was raining pretty heavily. you sighed and reached into your cup holder for your apartment keys and got the right key ready in your hand for when you got to the door.

you slam your car door and lock it.

“goddamit” you let out as you start feeling your clothes getting humid. your shoes were hitting the floor inundated by the rain. you started running towards your door which fortunately was on the first floor. you inserted the key into the keyhole and turned your wrist gently as you peeked into the window. you could see the flashing lights of the tv. kenma was probably playing games again.

you closed the door and brushed yourself off as you glanced at kenma who had turned to see what that noise was. he knew it was you but he still wanted to see your pretty tired face. you gently took of your shoes and put your jacket and bag on the racks on the wall next to the door. you pushed your shoes with your foot and went to put on your favorite slippers.

“hey love, how did today go..?” asked kenma in a soft gentle voice, as to not startle you while you still were trying to shake off the water that had been absorbed by your clothes. you look up at kenma with an exhausted expression. “today was very stressful,, my manager told me to hurry up,, the artwork is due literally wednesday of next week and i can’t even get the stuff i’m working on now finished and-” kenma stopped your rambling by gesturing a hug and making gentle movements to come here with his small hands. you looked at him with a surprised expression, and then quickly changed it to a pleasant smile.

by then you realized that he had paused his game and the music of the game was still playing in the background, only a little quieter then when it’s actually on. you head to his little pile of blankets and pillows, and saw your favorite stuffed animal and a few snacks already set up for you for when you came home. that made you feel a lot better than before. “hey kenken, what’s all this stuff?” you asked acting clueless, but also trying to hear what he had to say about the setup. “it’s just a few things for you to pick out from,, i even brought you your little frog plushie; i know you like it..” he said while grabbing it and handing it to you. he blushed a little as you took it from his hands, gently caressing his as you did.

you took a look at a frog plushie but before you could get a full 360° look of it you saw kenma’s slender hands covering the two small black eyes of the plush. he set the plush down on your lap and grabbed your wrists. he knew your wrists were probably tired and sore after all that nonstop sketching at work, so he started gently rubbing them with his thumbs. he looked at your hands as he did, and then looked up at you. you had a cute shocked expression which he loved to paint on your face. he giggled and then went in for a kiss on the cheek.

after his soft tender lips were lifted from your cheek, you felt a bit of rustling and then a little blow on your ear which made you squirm. he bit it gently and kissed the side of your neck, while you sat there a bit flustered. kenma was usually the type to just give you a kiss on the cheek and continue playing his game, but recently you were getting much more attention from him. you didn’t mind it though, you kinda enjoyed it rather.

“you don’t have to give me neck kisses y’know..” you said hoping that he wouldn’t listen and just continue for a good minute. he of course didn’t stop and completely brushed off what you had just said. he moved to your shoulder and started kissing it, and then he pulled away. he look at you and gave you a smile, leaning in for a kiss afterwards. you kissed back and then grabbed him by the shoulders. both of you were blushing intensely, his blush just a little more calmed down, but it was there nonetheless.

“let’s eat some snacks, shall we?” you say after pulling away from the kiss and sitting there being a hot mess. you could hear the rain only getting rougher and rougher, and at one point you heard thunder. it was gonna be a loooong night. “let’s do that then” he said smiling as he reached over to the bowl full of strawberry pocky and small chocolate chip cookies. he fed you a stick of the strawberry coated biscuit and you nommed down on it happily, while he pulled away the excess pocky stick and brushed crumbs off of your lips with his thumb. his hand grasped the side of your face and he went to kiss your cheek once again before feeding you the rest of the pocky.

kenma turned to face the tv and then slowly got up to grab another controller for you to play with, since he was already playing a game and he wanted you to play along as well. you watched his flimsy self get up and come back to the floor in front of the couch. he sat down criss cross apple sauce style and handed you the controller, all while the thunder was still alive and the rain was still pouring.

“do you want to keep playing this game or... another game i have in our room...?” asked kenma in hopes that you’d say you wanted to continue playing the game he was already playing. he didn’t want to get up when he was right next to you. “this game seems fun, i’d love to play it with you” you said happily as you took the controller he had handed you and held it correctly so that he could get the multiplayer setting on and you’d be ready when he did.

you heard silly sound effects from when he switched the setting to multiplayer, and it filled you up with motivation for some reason. the thunderstorm and heavy raining didn’t bother you anymore because you knew you’d be safe with kenma. the music of the game got louder and kenma slowly lowered it a bit as to not disturb the apartment building. “you have to jump over the brown mushrooms and then jump into the green tubes and-” “..super mario bros..? don’t worry baby i know how to play this one” you winked at him and he let out a giggle.

he layed his head on your left shoulder which made you blush, and you followed it with a wide-eyed expression. he didn’t look too into it though, he was just focused in the game, and for him it was only nature. you rested your head on top of his and continued to play. time passed and it was around 2 AM. you and kenma had played for hours, and kenma was seemingly getting pretty tired, just as you were. “hey bub do you want to maybe go to bed now?” you suddenly paused the game and asked. “bed..?” he looked confused. he directed his eyes to the couch behind you two and you followed, quickly looking back at him.

“do you want to sleep on the couch tonight?” you put the puzzle pieces together. he nodded his head. “you don’t have work tomorrow so i figured you wouldn’t mind sleeping with me on the couch....” he said quietly in hopes that you would. you grabbed his face with your warm hands and kissed his forehead. “yeah of course i do!” you said trying to be enthusiastic, although your tired face barely allowed it. you both got up and he laid on the couch. you tried getting the bowl of snacks from off the floor and bring them to the kitchen but kenma quickly pulled you into his arms.

“tomorrow.. tomorrow we can clean up...” he said exhausted as you now were covering his body with yours. you adjusted yourself as did kenma and you both got into ‘cuddle mode.’

his arms wrapped around your body and you slowly started to kiss him all over. he laid his head back onto the arm of the couch. you relaxed your stiffened body, and closed your eyes as the music from the video game slowly faded away into nothing. kenma’s arms rubbed your back and moved to your head and shoulders. he gave you a final kiss on your head before drifting off to sleep.

that’s all ! i hope you enjoyed this self insert x kenma fluff fanfic ! if this does any good i’ll consider writing more fluff in the future :))

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lucky-peoqle · 4 years

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Sorry of this isn't very specific but I just need something fluffy with Bill Denbrough please 🥺🌸

a/n; THIS MAKES MY HEART MELT I HOPE U ENJOY !!

fandom: it (2017)

character: bill denbrough

warnings: some swearing,, mentions of the bowers gang (yes this is a WARNING)

summary: the reader helps bill with his stutter 👉🏻👈🏻

stutter

you walked with bill on the sidewalk, trailing your bikes along. you and bill had just parted ways with the rest of the losers after a long day at the quarry.

tonight was a friday, which meant you were spending the night at bill's house. you did the most fridays, since your parents still don't trust you. especially now, with all the disappearances happening.

"he thrusts his hand against the p-po-p- p-po- shit!" you hear your best friend mumble beside you.

"hey don't worry billy, you're doing amazing," you smile softly at him.

"t-thanks y/n, if o-only bow-bowers and his g-g-goo-goons could see t-that," he said with a sigh.

"since when do you care what henry and them think? they're total assholes! just like 2 days patrick cockstetter cornered me in the alley by the pharmacy and threatened to burn my hair off."

"i-i know, b-but i'm si-sick of being p-put down b-by th-them."

"then don't let them! show them who's boss," you lightly punch his shoulder as you two round the corner that leads you to his home.

"and r-risk getting my a-a-ass kicked, yeah n-no thanks."

"fine, suit yourself. but if you see criss and bowers with a black eye, you know who and where it came from."

"d-don't fight them. i-i don't want y-you getting hurt, o-okay?"

"okay okay, i won't fight them, but only because you asked so nicely."

you two finally made it to bill's house, setting your bikes in the garage and making your way into the house.

every since georgie went missing, the house felt gray and numb. mr. and mrs. denbrough weren't their usual cheery selves and they were more... snappy than usual. it was sort of like georgie brought color and excitement into the household.

you and bill said your hellos to his mother, his father at work for the day, and made your way up to his room.

as you made your way up to his room, you looked at the pictures hanging from the walls around the staircase. some of the family together, just bill and georgie together, you also saw photos of 5 teens; you, bill, eddie, richie, and stan. you smile at the sight of the pictures, they always brought a sense of warmness in your heart.

you walked past georgie's empty room, making your way into bill's room. you smile over at him, "so.. what's the plan for tonight?"

"f-funny, i was gonna a-a-ask you the same t-th-thing," he said, watching as you took a seat in the middle of his bed.

you thought for a bit, until an idea popped into your head.

"why don't i help you with your stutter?"

"a-are you sure? you d-d-don't have to.." he says, scratching the back of his neck.

"of course bill! now come sit," you say, patting beside you.

he takes the spot you were patting at and faced you, sitting criss-cross-apple sauce. you did the same, a smile plastered on your face.

"so basically all i'm going to do is encourage you, because that's basically all i can do, but it still works, is that okay?"

bill nods, "o-of course it is."

"okay, you can do your thing now."

"h-he thrusts his h-ha-hand again-against the p-p-po-p-post," he looked up at you, "h-how was t-that?"

"good! very good, amazing actually."

after a while of encouraging words and stutters, you and bill are almost bored with this whole idea.

"okay, just like 3 more, then we're done."

"o-okay, sounds good t-to me," he looks into your eyes, smiling.

you looked back, a blush rising to your cheeks. you see, you've had a crush on bill since FOREVER but just couldn't come to your senses of telling him. the rest of the losers knew, richie threatening to tell him more than enough times for your liking.

"he thrusts his fist against the p-p-po-p-p-pos- fuck! i'm so b-bad at thi-this!" he said, putting his face in his hands.

"no you're not! you were so close bill! you'll get it billy, no doubts," you smile, removing his hands and placing one of your hands on top of his.

"o-one more time, t-then i'm done," he says, before continuing, "he thrusts his fist against the p-post."

you look at him in shock, "bill you only stuttered once! i'm so proud of you!"

he smiles widely, engulfing you into a tight hug, "t-thank you for b-believing in me, y-y/n."

"anytime billy," you say, pulling away from the hug.

bill looks into your eyes, you're confused to what he's doing, until you felt a pair of unfamiliar lips meet yours.

you stay there for a minute, fireworks going off, until bill pulls away. you bring your fingers up to your lips, them lingering where his lips had been only 30 seconds ago.

"woah.." you mutter.

"may-maybe having a stu-stutter isn't so bad a-a-after all," he smiles at you.

end.

a/n; i'm so tired and i live for soft billy !!!

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sociallyawkward--fics · 4 years

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Mistletoe Isn’t The Only Thing That Brought Them Together

So my brain wouldn’t let me work on the late IDGADAYR chapter until I wrote this makeout monstrosity, so here you go lol.

Also, I am more than aware that I am very bad at writing about kissing and making out so if y’all got any constructive criticism feel free to share it lol (keyword here being “constructive”)

(also @podcastsandcoffee I am tagging you because you had to listen to me ramble about this all morning for the three or so hours I spent writing this lol)

ALSO ALSO, this is 100% unedited, I just wanted to yeet it the second it was finished

Ship(s): Analogical

Warnings: Making out, lots of kissing, hickeys, sex-repulsed asexual characters making out(?)

(I’d say this fic is rated teen because there’s no actual smut, but like?? Let me know if it should be rated higher than teen lol?? I talked to some people and I don’t think it needs to be, but as a sex-repulsed asexual I don’t know where the NSFW line lies sometimes)

Word Count: 4240

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Summary: Virgil is wildly anxious about Patton's annual Christmas party after being told that he was planning to deck his whole apartment out in mistletoe. Not only has Virgil never kissed anyone before, but he's terrified that he's going to land under one of those infernal plants with his roommate and long-time crush, Logan. Logan, however, is equally anxious about going to the party with no kissing experience either and thinks he has a rather solid plan to help them both. Why not try practicing a bit before they had to do the real deal?

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The clacking of Logan’s keyboard was the only sound throughout the room, making it seem much louder than it was. Virgil bit at his lip as he watched the tense lines of Logan’s back, wiggling his fingers anxiously so that he wouldn’t feel the urge to start tapping at something and make noise.

This was all Patton’s fault.

Well, Virgil was honestly pretty sure that Roman had helped. Patton wasn’t devious enough to come up with such a plan on his own. Unless he somehow had completely innocent motives and the outcomes his plan was having were completely unexpected.

“Virgil?” Logan asked, making him jump and look back up at Logan, who had turned to face him. “I can feel your anxiety from the other side of the room.”

Virgil ducked his head and rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry, L. Didn’t mean to distract you, it’s nothing.”

Logan stood from his desk chair and crossed the dorm, joining Virgil on his bed. “It’s never nothing, Virge. What’s bothering you?”

“I--I mean it’s--” Virgil stuttered through a few different ways of trying to start his sentence, trying to find one that he was sure wouldn’t somehow give away his crush on his roommate. “It’s just the party, it’s no big deal.”

Logan cocked his head to the side. “Patton’s party? It’s really more of a small get-together than anything, just our friend group. If you get too anxious, we can leave whenever--”

Virgil tried not to focus on the use of “we” and waved his hand through the air to stop Logan. “It’s not the people, I’m actually excited to get us all in one place, we’ve all been so busy lately. It’s just… Patton said his apartment would be completely decked out. In mistletoe.”

Virgil opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to figure out how to best continue, trying to fight past the anxiety that was choking him and trying to steal away his voice. Logan waited patiently for him to finish, laying a hand on his knee in support. All it did was make Virgil’s heart beat faster, but the attempt was still appreciated.

“I’ve, um, never kissed anyone before,” Virgil said, deciding part of the truth was good enough. “And I don’t want to be… bad at it.”

I’m terrified I’d have to kiss you in front of all of them and you’ll discover my feelings and run away, Virgil didn’t say.

Logan adjusted his position on the bed until they were mirroring each other, facing each other while sitting criss-cross-apple-sauce, knees just barely touching. “Maybe we can help each other, then.”

It was Virgil’s turn to cock his head to the side. “What do you mean?”

Logan’s cheeks went a little pink, barely noticeable, but Virgil always noticed everything about him. He rubbed the back of his neck, a habit he picked up from Virgil. “I admit, I have never kissed anyone either. It seems like neither of us knows how and neither of us wants to make a fool of himself. We could… practice? We have a few hours still until the party.”

Virgil’s breath caught in his throat and he felt his face go warm. He didn’t want to take advantage of Logan, but… It was just two dudes being bros, nothing romantic about it. As long as Virgil didn’t make it weird, everything would be fine. It would prepare him to kiss at the party and prepare him for what kissing Logan was like so he wouldn’t expose his crush to everyone there.

What could possibly go wrong?

Well, a lot of things, according to the anxious thoughts screaming at the back of Virgil’s brain, but he ignored them, taking a deep breath.

“Okay,” he said.

Logan nodded. “Okay.”

The two of them lapsed into silence for a few moments, just staring at each other. Virgil was the first to break, slapping a hand over his mouth as giggles started pouring out. Logan broke almost immediately after, covering half his face with his hand and laughing lightly.

“Okay,” Virgil said, getting a hold on his laughter. “How do we start this?”

Logan took a deep breath and cleared his throat, schooling his expression back into something neutral, though a smile still tugged at the edges of his lips. “I guess we just… lean in? Try to replicate what we’ve seen in various forms of media?”

Virgil nodded and took a deep breath, slowly leaning in. Logan followed suit, tilting his head to one side. Virgil took the hint and tilted his head the other way so their noses wouldn’t bump. They met for a quick, awkward peck in the middle before pulling back. They stared at each other for a few moments before breaking down into giggles again.

“That was… not good,” Virgil said through his laughter.

Logan shook his head, grin wide and slightly embarrassed. “It really wasn’t.”

“I can’t believe both of our first kisses were so bad.”

Logan laughed again, throwing his head back. It was obvious that the nerves and awkwardness of the situation was getting to both of them. They usually weren’t nearly so giggly.

“Okay,” Logan said, trying to compose himself again. “Would you like to try that again?”

Virgil pressed his lips together to try and swallow the remainder of his laughter and nodded, scooting forward a little. “Maybe we should try more touching? I mean, in the movies they’re always holding hands or cupping faces or, like, combing through each other’s hair, right?”

Logan nodded, reaching for one of Virgil’s hands. “That is true, let’s try it again.”

They intwined their fingers with one hand. Virgil’s other hand went to Logan’s jawbone, while Logan’s free hand slid into Virgil’s hair as they leaned in close again.

This kiss lasted a little longer, felt a little more natural. It still wasn’t more than a still press of the lips, barely any pressure coming from either side, but it felt way better than the last. It made Virgil’s stomach flutter with butterflies, just like he’d always read about. He could feel his cheeks flushing again and hoped Logan couldn’t feel the heat radiating so near his face.

After a few seconds, they pulled back, dropping their hands from each other’s heads but keeping their fingers laced together.

“That was… better,” Virgil said, still trying to get his heart back under control.

Logan nodded, clearing his throat. “It was. We should still probably keep going, though. I mean, practice makes perfect, right?”

Virgil nodded far too eagerly. “Oh yeah, definitely.”

They leaned in much faster this time. Virgil shifted out of his sitting position so he could scoot closer and Logan followed suit, bending their legs off to the side and leaning in until their torsos were inches apart. This time, Virgil’s hand wound its way into Logan’s hair and Logan’s hand rested on Virgil’s waist. The grip turned more firm as their lips met and in Virgil’s surprise, he curled his fingers into Logan’s hair, tugging it a little. Logan made a surprised little questioning sound, but didn’t pull back to tell him to stop, so Virgil left his hand as it was.

The kiss was firmer this time. Virgil was never sure what all those romance fanfictions meant when they said “they moved their lips against each other’s,” but he decided to give it a try, doing whatever felt natural in the moment. After a moment, Logan copied his movements. It felt… really nice, in Virgil’s humble opinion.

This kiss lasted much longer than the past two. When they finally pulled back, Virgil’s eyes fluttered open and he watched Logan’s do the same. They stared at each other for just a moment before leaning back in, eyes fluttering shut once more.

Logan put more pressure into the kiss this time, making Virgil have to lean back a little just to keep his balance. Out of instinct, his hand unlaced with Logan’s and traveled up his arm to wrap around his back and pull him closer, pressing their torsos tightly together.

Virgil sucked in a breath through his nose when Logan’s lips started moving in a different way, more-open mouthed, but it felt really nice so he tried to mimic it. It took a few moments of mimicking for Virgil to place the action. It was how actors moved their lips when kissing on screen. With that in mind, he did his best to mimic what he always saw, and based on Logan;s reaction, he was suddenly doing much better at it.

The hand on Virgil’s waist moved around to his back. It helped keep him steady as Logan began pushing more and more, making Virgil have to keep bending backwards. Virgil went along with it willingly, letting Logan help lower his back to the bed so his head landed on the pillow. He brought his legs up to stretch across the bed and felt Logan plant his on either side of Virgil, hovering over him.

Virgil slid his hands across Logan’s body and down his neck to wrap his arms around Logan’s neck. Logan’s own hands were constantly moving, rubbing up and down his side, sliding from his jawline and into his hair before reversing and repeating the process. Virgil could feel himself getting lightheaded, but not from the lack of oxygen.

He pulled back just enough to get a breath and test out his next move, one he’d also read about in fanfictions. He gently drew Logan’s lip between his teeth, sucking on it a little. Logan made a little whimpering sound in the back of his throat, seemingly completely involuntary based on the blush Virgil immediately felt radiating from his face. When he went back to kissing Logan, he couldn’t help the smirk he pressed against his lips.

Logan made a challenging sound at that, moving away from Virgil’s lips. Virgil barely bit back his noise of protest, already knowing the game they were about to start and not wanting to lose.

He expected Logan to move back down to his lips quickly, maybe trying out a few new things of his own to get Virgil to make some sort of sound. To Virgil’s shock (and almost loss of the challenge), Logan began kissing down his jawline down to his neck. Virgil’s eyes shot open in surprise before fluttering shut again, barely holding back a hum of approval.

Not getting the reaction he wanted, Logan switched to open-mouthed kisses. His breath was hot on Virgil’s neck, his lips warm and smooth. Virgil was sure if his heart would beat any faster it would explode, if the butterflies in his stomach were any more fluttery he’d just float away. He was barely holding back all the pleased noises that wanted to escape from his throat. He moved his hands up to clutch at Logan’s hair for balance.

Logan made an aborted noise deep in his throat and then growled. Virgil barely had time to grin before he was letting out a gasp and a broken whimper as Logan started biting and sucking on a spot low on his neck near his collarbone. Logan made a noise of triumph, sitting up just enough to grin at Virgil and give him a wink, before going back to working that one spot over. Virgil could feel his smirk against his skin as he finally moved on.

That would probably make one hell of a hickey.

Logan kissed up his neck, this time moving over to the side so he could move to kiss around Virgil’s ear. Virgil’s eyes shot open and he squealed at the feeling of Logan’s breath and lips around the sensitive part before he started giggling again.

Logan sat up and laughed. “You have ticklish ears? How did I not know this? That’s undeniably adorable.”

Logan leaned down to blow a ticklish stream of air against the ear he tormented before kissing across Virgil’s neck and jaw to reach the other and give it the same treatment. Virgil clutched at Logan’s shoulders as he giggled and squirmed. The ticklish feeling was unbearable, but the kissing itself felt really nice. He was torn between letting it continue and wanting to push Logan away more than anything.

Luckily, Logan seemed to get the hint and pulled away, smirking down at Virgil victoriously. This time, Virgil growled in challenge, quickly flipping them so that Logan was the one pinned under him. Logan stared up at him with wide eyes and Virgil smirked, immediately leaning back down to capture his lips.

Logan seemed to be trying to hold back his sounds again as Virgil nipped and sucked at his lips, pressing heavy open-mouthed kisses to them. His arms wrapped tightly around Virgil’s neck, toying with the hair at his nape and making Virgil shiver. Virgil’s own hands slid up and down Logan’s body, one eventually landing to grip his hip and the other moving up to tangle in Logan’s hair once more.

Virgil decided to try something new, too, and also kissed his way down Logan’s jaw to his neck. He found a ticklish spot on Logan just under his jaw and decided to leave his own hickey there, biting and sucking and licking at the skin to try and make it extra dark so it would be hard to hide.

Logan cleary couldn’t help the little gasps and noises of pleasure he was making in between his giggles. Virgil eventually granted him mercy, kissing around his neck a little longer (and leaving a second hickey down near his collarbone that made Logan start tugging at his hair) before making his way back up to Logan’s lips with a smirk.

Logan must have decided he was being much too smug, because he immediately flipped them back over. Virgil, despite being stronger and probably being able to resist it, let Logan do as he pleased, sitting on top of Virgil once he got them flipped.

He started implementing the lip biting and sucking at Virgil had been doing to him and Virgil couldn’t help the noises that came out as a result. After a few more minutes of their lips being locked, a thought occurred to Virgil that made him feel like he was thrown in a pool of ice. He pushed gently against Logan’s shoulder until Logan reluctantly pulled back.

Virgil almost lost his train of thought just looking at Logan.

His hair was a mess from Virgil’s hands, his tie loose and polo shirt unbuttoned as far as it would go so that Virgil could have access to his neck. His lips were swollen, and the sight of them just made Virgil want to kiss him more. Virgil’s dark lipstick was smeared all over his neck, jawline, and lips, and the hickeys were just as dark as he hoped they would be.

It took a few moments for Virgil to find his voice after that, and when it finally worked he was shocked at how wrecked it sounded. “We aren’t… practicing anymore, right?” He asked hesitantly, in the smallest voice possible.

Logan leaned down and gave him a soft, chaste peck on the lips before sitting back up to give him the most fond look Virgil had ever received. “I think we stopped practicing a long time ago.”

“Oh, thank goodness,” Virgil sighed, tugging Logan back down and wrapping his arms around Logan’s neck, tugging at the short hairs at his nape.

Logan huffed a small laugh against Virgil’s lips before capturing them once more. Virgil’s toes curled and he felt like he was flying. The kissing felt amazing before, but now that Virgil knew they were on the same page, that Logan liked him back, everything felt a million times better.

It only took a few more minutes of making out before another anxious thought caused Virgil to stop it again. “You aren’t-- I mean like, you--this--” Virgil struggled to find the best way to word what he was trying to say. “This isn’t like… doing anything for you, is it?”

Logan stared at him like he’d grown two heads. “Virgil, you dumbass. We’re both sex-repulsed asexuals. It’s not doing anything for either of us. It’s just fun and it feels good.”

Virgil relaxed again and smiled. “Okay.”

Logan leaned back down and had just barely connected their lips again when Virgil got another thought, pushing at Logan again.

Logan laughed a little, shaking his head. “Do you wanna talk or make out? I’m getting mixed signals, here.”

Virgil let out a little nervous laugh. “Definitely would rather be making out, but I gotta know: Are we dating now?”

Logan gave him a teasing smirk and leaned down until their noses were touching. “I’m not sure. Maybe you should ask me.”

Virgil grinned and his stomach fluttered. “Logan Berry, would you do me the honor of being my boyfriend?”

Logan gave a fake gasp that made Virgil giggle. “Why, Virgil Storm, are you asking me to go steady with you?”

Virgil’s grin widened and he flipped them so he was on top again. “I do believe I am.”

Logan let out another small laugh. “Then I believe my answer is a resounding yes.”

“Good.”

Virgil leaned back in and started kissing Logan again, starting off slow and light, barely anything more than little pecks, to tease him until Logan growled and flipped them yet again and started devouring Virgil’s lips. Virgil didn’t even bother holding back the noises his body wanted to make, simply moving his hands across Logan’s body and letting him do as he pleased.

At some point, Logan moved back down to his neck and gave him another hickey, probably to get revenge and make them even since Virgil had given him two, but then he kept going. As he was working on his fourth, Virgil laughed and tried to force out some words through the daze Logan had drawn him into.

“Come on, L, I don’t have this much makeup, I can’t cover all of these.”

“Good,” Logan hummed, nosing along his jaw, letting his hot breath puff against Virgil’s neck and make him shiver. “Maybe I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

“That is unfairly attractive,” Virgil lamented, pulling Logan up to his mouth when he started pressing kisses to the same spot over and over like he was about to leave another hickey.

Virgil wasn’t sure how much longer they made out for before Logan’s phone started blaring on the other side of the room.

“You should get that,” Virgil mumbled between kisses, still holding Logan close and not letting go.

Logan hummed against his lips. “Just an alarm.”

“For what?” Virgil asked, pressing a few kisses down Logan’s neck to hear him sigh before moving back to his lips.

“For when we have to leave for the party,” Logan said distractedly, deepening the kiss immediately after.

Then they both froze, pulling back and looking at each other in horror. They weren’t dressed for the party, Virgil’s makeup was smeared all over Logan’s face, their hair was a mess, and they had to leave for the party right then.

They launched off Virgil’s bed, Logan moving to scrub the makeup off his neck and face with the makeup wipes on Virgil’s dresser while Virgil picked out both their outfits as quickly as he could. They switched places and Logan got dressed as Virgil wiped his face clean of makeup.

“Guess we’ll just have to be fashionably late,” Virgil said as he started his makeup over again, seeing Logan walking up behind him in the mirror. He hummed. “I’ve got a good eye, you look gorgeous in those jeans.”

Logan rolled his eyes but the blush that had faded since they stopped kissing flared up again. “Shut up,” he grumbled.

“Make me,” Virgil teased with a grin, eyes dancing with mirth as he met Logan’s in the mirror.

Logan moved up even closer behind him and wrapped his arms around Virgil’s waist, tugging him close. He started pressing open-mouthed kisses to the back of Virgil’s neck and Virgil shivered, closing his eyes with a sigh.

“If you give me another hickey, I swear,” he grumbled.

Logan laughed against the skin. “I won’t I promise.”

After a few more minutes, Virgil tried to pull away. “Come on, let go,” he said, though his body wanted nothing more than to melt back into Logan and start making out again. “I gotta finish my makeup so I can cover your hickeys.”

“Let’s just not go,” Logan said before gently scraping his teeth against the knob of Virgil’s spine.

Virgil darted out of his arms. “You said no more hickeys!”

Logan wrapped him in his arms again, but didn’t start kissing again. “Not my fault you’re the most beautiful man in the world.”

Virgil blushed, his ears going red. He didn’t reply, he simply went back to finishing his makeup as quickly as he could. The moment he was done, he did a quick job of covering up Logan’s hickey’s with some powder and concealer before darting across the room to get dressed himself.

They rushed outside and and off campus as quickly as they could, more grateful than ever that Patton’s apartment was so close to the university. They ran up the stairs, figuring it was faster than the elevator, and were both wildly out of breath by the time they got to the fourth floor.

They rushed down the hall and into Patton’s apartment, thankful for his open door policy meaning they didn’t have to knock and bring even more attention to them being late. Making eye contact, they somehow silently decided to not walk next to each other and avoid the mistletoe as much as possible. Virgil didn’t want to get lost in Logan again in front of everyone.

Trying not to bring attention to themselves was futile, however. Everyone was gathered in Patton’s living room, all trying to fit on his single couch. Remy, Roman, Thomas, and Joan were all holding Wii controllers, and Virgil could hear the unmistakable sounds of Mario Kart coming from the TV. They all turned to look at him and Logan when they came in.

“Sorry we’re late,” Virgil said breathlessly, still winded from running up the stairs. “We got caught up.”

“I’ll say,” muttered Roman teasingly, eyes wandering over the two of them.

Virgil gave him an odd look and cocked his head to the side.

“What do you mean by that?” Logan asked as he hung up his winter coat by the door and took Virgil’s to do the same.

“Didn’t quite have enough time to let that makeup set, did you?” Roman asked.

Both of their eyes went wide and Virgil quickly turned to Logan, looking down at his neck. While the makeup hid most of it, some of it had come off in their mad sprint to get to Patton’s. Normally, that wouldn’t be an issue, but Virgil suddenly regretting wanting to make the hickeys as dark as possible in the heat of the moment, because now the bruises were just barely visible under the layer of coverup.

“Um,” Virgil said eloquently. He felt himself go bright red, his face and ears getting incredibly warm, and watched Logan do the same.

“Oooh, you get it, gurl!” Remy hollered, only embarrassing Virgil and Logan further. It only made Virgil feel a little better when Emile swatted at Remy’s arm and told him to be nice.

“Even better, kiddos,” Patton said slyly. “Look up.” And Virgil decided that maybe Patton was devious enough to come up with the mistletoe plan all on his own (he was the only one Virgil had told about his crush, after all. Virgil was just glad they got the awkward part out of the way before they had to kiss in front of all their friends).

Dreading what he would see, Virgil turned his gaze upward.

There was the mistletoe, hanging right above where he and Logan stood. They ended up standing side by side anyway in their dance to get their coats off, and now they were trapped. Virgil just hoped he could keep his head on straight (who was he kidding, he was far too gay for that).

“At least we got plenty of practice,” Logan muttered, low enough for only him to hear.

Virgil snorted and clapped a hand over his mouth to keep the laughter at bay. He dropped it in surprise when Logan grabbed him tightly around the waist and swept him into a searing kiss. Virgil rested his hands on Logan’s shoulders and made a quiet noise in the back of his throat.

But just as quickly as it began, the kiss stopped. Without his input, Virgil’s lips chased Logan’s as they pulled away, but Logan stepped back too quickly for Virgil to capture him in another kiss. Virgil’s eyes fluttered open and he was certain his expression was dazed. Logan just gave him a wink and walked toward the couch.

“Oh, you asshole,” Virgil grumbled, following after him.

They settling onto the couch together, Virgil having to sit in Logan’s lap for them all to fit, and rolled their eyes at the good-natured ribbing they received from their friends. They locked eyes in the midst of all the teasing and one thing was for certain.

They were so doing that again when they got back to their dorm.

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vegavoiddestroy · 3 years

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Kreatures chap5 BreezeBlocks

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lavender thats the smell that came from the purple haired girl that my sister and I were following.LuLu was standing right next to Maggie the two of them were giggling like teenaged girls gossiping about boys it was cute in a wholesome way like watching two cats taking a liking to each other.I was close behind looking around at the different shaped buildings a library here a movie theater there we even saw the local schools human schools were strange humans were strange to me but they were funny like that.I quickly caught up to my twin and our new purple haired friend i kept my eyes everywhere but Maggie i was so confused the energy that came from here it was too strong for a normal human.While most humans had the aura of a gentle breeze this gingerbread skinned woman's aura was that of a hurricane powerful but controlled it felt so similar to LuLu's just as strong but different."so what do you think cherry boy"Maggie's warm voice snapped me out of my thoughts i looked up to meet her icy blue eyes that seemed to hold so much warmth.I must have looked confused so she had repeated what she had said."what do you think"She paused before continuing"Of the town so far?"LuLu from over Maggie's shoulder flashed a sharp toothed grin before covering it up with her glamor"Oh um it's nice seems calm and the weather is cool but not freezing....i...i like it i guess"I spoke while giving the indigo haired twin a side eye glare"yep cuz Rayne loves the rain"LuLu halfway yelled as she giggled.My eyes filled with annoyance at her shitty joke before I looked past Indigo and purple hair to see a coffee shop."Oh neat a café...um do you two mind if we get some coffee I'm craving caffeine rightnow"i asked in a eager tone.LuLu looked at Maggie then her eyes moved to me as they both nodded giving me smiles."Yeah sure I wanna see how this towns ice coffee is" LuLu agreed while softly bouncing on her heels a wide smile on her face while the purple haired girl raised her hands giving two thumbs up"I'm craving peppermint tea so yes lets go"LuLu grabbed Maggie's hand pulling her along to the coffee shop as i followed close behind trying not to notice the people around us staring probably from how odd we looked which was fair i was waring a crop top hoodie while LuLu had no jacket on and it seemed cold out.We all entered the store ordered our drinks i got a strong black coffee LuLu got an Oreo iced coffee while Maggie got herself a sweet peppermint tea.We all paid before leaving the coffee shop continuing our walk together making our way down town i sipped my coffee humming happily at the bitter taste"ok next stop the local library"I perked up at the mention of a library."Oh cool i love books"I said softly while continuing to sip my warm drink while my indigo haired twin was off in her own world having a staring match with a racoon down an alyway .Maggie beamed grabbing my hand pulling me in to the direction of what i guessed was the library with LuLu following close behind.My green eyes flickered around looking at random people some puddles and the things in different windows of the stores we passed eventually we stopped infront of a large red bricked building with large letters spelling out [Maeve public library}inscribed above the doorway.The purple haired girl opened the front door ushering LuLu and I inside the place was big it looked impressive to me and LuLu also looked impressed but she was quickly draw to a section labeled[love craft]My indigo haired twin quick trotted off in that direction."she seems exited" Maggie spoke from behind.I nodded in agreement sipping my bitter drink"Yep she loves creepy stuff ...so you wanna meet back here in like forty five minutes?"I asked nonchalantly.Maggie glanced at me giving a quick nod before walking to a different area of the library"Just yell if you need help"she softly shouted"But this is a library"I mumbled quietly while walking around the many book cases there were books about the sky about hell norse mythology greek mythology space and history but i didn't really care about that.After a little more looking and browsing i found the paranormal fiction area grinning brightly when i found a book that i liked to read ironically when in my room .Twilight was a controversial book but i liked it anyway so i plucked it from the shelf and proceeded to sit down in the corner of the library criss cross apple sauce style after i got comfy i opened the book to chapter one once again falling in to Edward and Bella's strange ass romance.After reaching and finishing chapter three of the book i sat wondering why Edward was being so twitchy like he didn't wanna be her friend but he wouldn't leave her alone after the almost fatal car crash.I while glaring at the book about to start chapter four i felt like i was being watched so i looked up and around and saw nothing at first i could tell someone was close because of the smell i knew for a fact that it wasn't LuLu or Maggie due to the fact LuLu smelled like blueberries and frost while Maggie smelled like lavender and cinnamon the person who was watching me smelled of copper and i think green tea i scoffed choosing to continue reading my vampire romance book but while doing so keeping my other senses on high alert incase i was jump by unknown forces."I hope you know those books are horribly inaccurate when it comes to vampires"Spoke a voice from beside me i quickly turned my head in the direction only to see not three feet away from where i was sitting was a guy with a stone cold expression he looked more muscular than me he was paler than me too he was waring a black and green hoodie with dark gray jeans along with normal gray sneakers but what made me really look at him was his bright as fuck lime green hair.I gazed at him for a moment before responding to his comment with the full force of my sarcasm."no really? this entire time i though this was a real depiction"I laughed a little at the end while he just stared at me with a perplexed but slightly annoyed expression like he was trying to figure out something about me but he just couldn't grasp it.

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sunnysky-evans · 5 years

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Who: Adam Sylvester and Skylar Evans Where: Dominant Dorm, room 109 When: Friday 5.17 Class(s): Dom 101, Sub 101, Aftercare Kinks: Bondage Summary: Adam binds Sky and gently brings him down into subspace and spends and evening on aftercare.

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Sky didn't even bother to go back to his and Archer's room to drop off his bag. Or at least he forgot because he was so excited to be doing a scene. It was very hard with all of the issues he dealt with to find opportunities to scene with people. Also he just generally got excited about meeting new people. He got temporarily distracted by a couple of squirrels that were running around chasing each other, but he shook his head and ran the rest of the way to Sir Adam's door. He knelt down as he knocked, knees making a thunking sound as they hit the ground clumsily.

Adam wasn't totally sure what to expect from Sky. He had gotten the impression from the sub's messages that he was different from the average submissive, but he seemed sweet enough, and eager, so Adam was more than willing to try. He opened the door a few seconds after the knock, and smiled softly down at the kneeling boy. "Come in, Sky. Leave your bag by the door. I'd like you to kneel by the couch so we can talk."

The door opened and Sky was met by a handsome smiling face. He popped up from the ground clumsily, following orders and dropping his bag at the door. He was trying to look everywhere at once interested in learning about the Dom. It was exactly the same room as his brother's and Miss Frankie's and yet it was so different. He tripped as he got close to the couch but just let it take him down to his knees. Looking up at the Dom he smiled. "I'm ready Sir."

Sky certainly seemed a little disorganized, easily distracted, and maybe clumsy. Adam decided he'd have to be extra careful to be gentle during their scene. He came to the couch and sat down facing Sky, smiling softly at him. "Good boy. I'd like to talk about your limits, now. You mentioned that you have more than most people, in your experience. Tell me about them, please."

He glowed at the praise of being called a Good boy. "Umm... well I don't have sex. I don't wanna be naked. But I was in my undies for Miss Frankie and that was okay. I don't do pee pee or other potty stuff. Umm...." He scrunched his nose as he tried to remember all of the things. "I don't do anything with blood or stuff like that and I don't ever want to be made fun of. Or called dumb." He chewed on his lip and ducked his head knowing it was a lot of things. "Sorry Sir."

Adam nodded along, only really wondering at the way Sky spoke, the way he said 'pee pee' like a child. He wondered if Sky was into age play, or would be if introduced to it. When he apologized, though, Adam cocked his head to the side and frowned. "No. Sky, look at me, please. You do not apologize for your limits. It's just what you're comfortable with, and it's neither good nor bad, it just is. The same as your hair is brown, it just is, and it's not something you say sorry for."

Sky readily obeyed he order given by the Dom, looking up into the man's eyes. "I know Sir. Sam tells me all the time." He shrugged. "Sometimes I just wish I could be more like the other submissives." He scrunched his nose Sir. "My momma says I gotta tell Dominants something before a scene, but I don't really want to."

Adam nodded. That was something he could understand, that Sky might wish his limits were different. But he wasn't going to let a submissive under his care, even for a few hours, feel ashamed for what made them uncomfortable in a scene. He nodded again when Sky said he didn't like talking about, well, whatever he was referring to. "I know. Talking about limits and things can feel vulnerable. But you do need to tell me everything, and be honest, or I can't keep you safe. What is it?"

He knew the Dominant was right and good for making sure he was honest. "I... a while ago when I was still kinda a kid... there was an accident. A bad one and I got hurt and I got a thing called.. umm... diffuse ax... ax... umm well it's all to say that some parts of my brain don't work the way they're supposed to. But I'm not dumb or something." His eyes were wide. "I promise. I just gotta go a little slow sometimes." He ducked his head again as yet another quiet sorry slipped out.

Ah. With that new piece of information, the rest of Sky's manner and affect clicked into place. Brain damage at an early age, leaving him perhaps developmentally impaired. His earlier judgment had been right, he'd have to be sure to be gentle with this one. "Of course you're not dumb," he said kindly. "it's fine to need to go at your own pace. Thank you for being honest with me. You're doing very well, Sky. As long as you continue to be this honest and talk to me about how you're feeling as we go, you'll do just fine. Can you do that?"

Sky breathed out a visible and audible sigh of relief. The Dom seemed to understand and without seeming... upset or put off by it at all. "I promise Sir. I'll be honest as I know how." Contrary to his own belief, he was actually terrible at lying. Anything other than honesty, even unpleasant honesty generally shown all over his features. But still he promised, looking up at the handsome face of the Dominant face wide, open, and smiling. Sir Adam didn't look down on him... well he was literally looking down on him but his spirit wasn't and that made him feel so happy. And more than ready for the scene because he could trust his partner.

Adam smiled softly. "That's a good boy. Now, I was thinking we'd try some bondage. Are you okay with me using ropes to tie you up? You won't have to be naked, and I won't leave you alone at any point." He enjoyed bondage, and he knew that when it was done right, it could be meditative for the submissive, like they were being safely held in place. He thought perhaps Sky could enjoy it.

"Yes Sir. I'll be real still and not wiggle at all." Of course that theory was already being tested as he bounced his bottom on his heels, already excited. "I ain't done a bondage scene yet." Of course he'd only done two official scenes at all in his time at the school other than demonstrations and classroom activities. "I'll be really really good Sir. I promise."

Adam nodded seriously. He'd have to take things easy if Sky hadn't even been tied up before. Still, he thought it could be good. "Alright, I'd like you to stand up and take your shirt off. That's just so the fabric doesn't interfere with the rope, and you can feel the rope against your skin. Then come with me." He stood and waited until Sky was ready, then led him to one of the spare rooms, which was still set up as a bedroom. He had some different implements and supplies set out, since he'd had a few different options in mind for today. "Don't worry about the things on the dresser. I'm not planning to use anything on you but the rope, at this point, and I promise I won't surprise you."

Sky quickly stood up and pulled his shirt over his head, momentarily getting his arms tangled up as he hurried to comply. He carefully folded it as his mother had ingrained in him to do. Looking around for somewhere to set it that wouldn't be in the way he finally just set it down on the floor where he'd been kneeling. "Ready!" He declared as he followed after the Dom. His eyes widened as he saw all the things set out. Some he recognized from class and others were foreign, but before he could even get anxious Sir Adam was assuring him that they would just be using the rope. "You're kinda like a wizard Sir! You know just what going spinnin' around up in my head before I even totally know. Thank you Sir." He smiled, wrapping his arms around his torso rocking out and in on the edges of his socked feet, waiting for his next orders.

Adam couldn't help but laugh at being compared to a wizard. "I just didn't want you to worry, since some of these things would probably break your limits if I used them." He went over to the dresser and picked up a coil of rope, then turned to face Sky as he began to unwind it. He could tell the boy had trouble staying still, and thought maybe having him stand wasn't going to be the best idea. He nodded to the bed. "Sit on the bed, please. Cross-legged, with your back to me, close enough to the edge that I can reach you."

"Yeah... I kinda think maybe." He covered his mouth as he giggled. "Heck fire, I don't even know what some of those things are for Sir." He jumped up on the bed, reminded for a moment of when he was cleaning Sir Ryders room and they ended up jumping on the bed practically until it broke. He sat, criss-cross apple sauce and then started to scoot back toward the edge close to Sir Adam. For a moment he was worried that maybe he was going to fall over, but found that even in the very short time they'd known each other that he trusted the Dom. He wouldn't let him fall.

"That's alright," Adam said, amusement evident in his warm tone. "I can teach you some time, if you want, but not today." He went to the edge of the bed and put a hand on Sky's back when he was close enough. "There you go, stay right there. Good boy. I want you to put your hands behind your back. Bend your elbows." He guided Sky's arms into the right position as he spoke. "Your hands are each going to hold the other forearm or wrist. It shouldn't be difficult to stay like that. If it hurts your shoulders, then we've pulled your arms too far."

He honestly didn't know if he wanted to or not, but the casual way Adam said it made not knowing the answer to that question alright. "Thank you Sir." The Dom's hand on his back helped him feel secure on the bed and he was able to forget about being close to the edge at all. At first he couldn't quite work out how he was supposed to place his arms, but gentle but strong hands helped him put them in place. At first he did feel a little tug at his shoulders, so he moved his hands slightly more toward his forearms. It felt better but was it right. "Is this okay Sir?"

"The important thing is that it's comfortable and doesn't pull on your shoulders," Adam said gently. "If you are comfortable, then it's perfect. I want you to stay just like that." He picked up one of his ropes and spread out, then started to loop it carefully around Sky's wrists and shoulders, binding his forearms together.

At first Sky was fine. The ropes didn't hurt at all. They didn't rub the skin or feel too tight. In fact they felt nice, but as they went around and around binding his forearms together, he started to get nervous. What if he needed to move? What if he got scared? What if he did the wrong thing? He didn't want to be a bad submissive and stop the scene. He wanted so badly to be good. But the voices of his brother and of his friends rang in his head. "Y....y...yellow Sir."

Adam was almost done with the binding when Sky spoke. He stopped immediately and moved around the corner of the bed so Sky could see him if he turned his head. He kept a hand on Sky's shoulder as he did. "I stopped," he said gently. "Tell me what's going on."

"I'm sorry Sir. I'm sorry. Sh... shouldn't have... just... started feeling scared. I don't know why." He finally raised his eyes to look at Sir Adam. "What if I do the wrong thing or... or... " It all seemed silly now. Sir Adam had stopped as soon as he asked. He was safe with him. "I'm sorry Sir. I ought'nta stopped us."

Adam shook his head and moved his hand up to cup Sky's face. "No, don't apologize. You did exactly the right thing. You let me know when you were scared so I could reassure you. That was the right decision, Sky." He ruffled the sub's hair gently. "It's okay to get nervous. This is new to you. Now, we don't have to keep going. I can untie you and we can just relax together. It's up to you. Do you want me to finish the ropes?"

Sky smiled at the Dom and leaned into his hand on his cheek. He felt a warmth in his stomach at being praised and at being understood. "I was nervous before, but I know now that I can stop it any time and ... and you'll keep me safe. I'd really like to finish the ropes please."

Adam smiled softly at him and nodded. "Good boy. I'm going to keep going now, but I'm right behind you. I'm not going to leave you alone at any point." He moved behind Sky again and resumed wrapping the ropes around his arms and shoulders. He had been almost done to begin with, so in only another couple minutes he tied off the rope. "All done. Tell me how that feels, Sky."

It was better this time and when everything was finished and he was all tied up, it actually felt really good. "Good Sir. Feels like.... like..." He couldn't quite find the words to describe it. When it came to him he looked up over his shoulder toward the Dom with a giant smile. "Like a hug Sir."

Adam smiled at that and ruffled Sky's hair again."Good. That's what I was hoping for. Some people find that bondage like this makes them feel safe, like they're contained and can't be out of control." He moved around again so Sky could see him without turning around. "Here's what we're going to do now. I'm going to help you stand up, we'll go back to the living room, and I'll help you kneel next to the couch again. Then we're going to watch some videos together. If you feel like you want out of the ropes, you tell me one of your safewords. If you don't, then in half an hour I'll untie you anyway. Alright?"

He thinks he might do anything for Sir in that moment, just about anyway. But what the Dom was suggesting didn't sound hard at all. In fact it sounded really fun. It would be nice to just be safe and held kneeling next to the Dom. He didn't wait for Adam to help him though and almost toppled over.

"Whoa, careful," Adam chided when he had to catch Sky to keep him from falling. "I said I was going to help, didn't I?" He smiled at Sky and shook his head fondly. "I take that to mean you're okay with watching some youtube with me?" He kept his hand on Sky's shoulder as they walked out to the living room, and then held both shoulders to steady him as he knelt down. "There you go. Now. Funny animal videos. We're starting with birds." He pulled up youtube on the computer and sat it on the coffee table for both of them to watch a pair of dancing parrots.

"Oh yeah. Sorry. Sometimes I forget and do stuff without thinking and ... and... I'm sorry Sir. I shoulda listened better." He nodded his head vigorously. "Oh yes Sir. I love watching youtube. Can we watch some animal videos? Pretty please with a cherry on top?" Yet again though, Sir Adam was ahead of him. Like a wizard. "Birds! Yes!" Sky laughed at the dancing parrots and all the other animals. Eventually his head tilted to the side and his head lay on the Dom's knee. It felt wonderfully comfortable and safe.

Adam kept queuing up humorous animal videos and kept a close eye on Sky and on the time. He didn't want to go over the promised half hour, or miss some sign that the submissive wasn't doing well. But quite the contrary, Sky seemed to get progressively more relaxed. Adam smiled to himself when Sky laid his head on Adam's leg. "Good boy," he murmured, and started to gently card his fingers though Sky's hair as they watched the video. Eventually, the half an hour was up, too soon for Adam's taste. He was loathe to disturb Sky when he looked so comfortable, but he was a man of his word. When the current video ended, he didn't turn on another. "It's been half an hour now, Sky. How do you feel?"

When the video ended and new one didn't start, Sky blinked and looked up at Sir Adam. He realized that the Dom was speaking and he did his best to focus, but he felt very floaty and happy. "Oh... oh yes. Yes Sir. I feel very good. I'm real happy Sir."

Now that Adam could see Sky's eyes, he could tell how wide the pupils were and how Sky looked almost dazed. "Wow, you're really far down, aren't you?" He grinned and ran his hand through Sky's hair affectionately. "You did great, Sky. I'm so proud of you. But it's time to come up from subspace. There's no hurry, you can just relax and let me take care of it." He slid off the couch to kneel behind Sky so he could undo the ropes without asking Sky to move, because that seemed easiest.

Sky's head tilted toward his left shoulder. "Down Sir?" He looked around. Oh yes, he was kneeling on the ground. He smiled and nodded. If he needed to come up then he would. He just needed a minute to figure out how. He glowed in the warmth of the Dom's praise. He felt Sir Adam's hands on him and he ropes falling away. With each coil and knot he felt more and more aware of where he was and what was happening. I was like coming awake after a really nice dream. When the last of the rope fell away, Sky turned toward Adam. "Sir?" He unknowingly asked for guidance as to what he needed to do now.

"Down in subspace," Adam clarified. "It's that place you go in your head when you submit to someone like this. It's a good thing." He got the last of the ropes off and started to rub gently over the places where the ropes had left marks. He looked up at Sky when the sub spoke, and he could see the confusion in the boy's face. Adam just smiled at him. "You did so well, Sky. Now we do aftercare. You were in subspace for a while, and I have to make sure you're feeling okay now that you're back." He patted Sky on the arm and then pushed himself up to sit on the couch again. "Come here," he ordered, holding his hand out to help Sky up. He pulled the boy onto the couch with him and put an arm around his shoulder. "Lean on me. There you go. I want you to tell me how you feel, Sky."

"Oh... oh." They had learned about subspace in sub 101. It seemed very complicated when the teacher talked about, but what he'd just been experienced didn't seem complicated. He blushed at the praise. "You did all the work Sir. Thank you." He tried to get up on his own, but found his legs wobbly so gratefully took Sir Adam's hand to help him up onto the couch. Once settled on the cushion, he happily followed the Dom's instructions and leaned against his strong shoulder. "I... I feel good Sir. Was kinda floating. It's like... do you ever have a real good dream Sir and it hugs onto you even after you wakeup? I feel like that. Like I'm awake but still kinda floating."

Adam ran his hand slowly up and down Sky's arm as he held the sub against him. "That's good," he said softly. "That's exactly what I wanted. That's what subspace should feel like. Safe and warm, free of all responsibility, protected. I'm very proud of you for doing so well during our scene. If you ever want to go visit subspace again, you can come ask me. It doesn't have to be for points. You're a good boy, and I would be happy to put you down into subspace again."

Sky felt calm and quiet in his head. It was rare that his thoughts weren't scattered and racing around, noisy and each clamoring for attention. He tilted his head up to look at the Dom his eyes droopy and blinking. "Thank you Sir. Thank you." Sir Adam was so strong, so calm it seemed to wrap him up like a warm blanket.

Adam smiled softly at the sight of Sky's eyes blinking slowly. It wasn't unusual that he'd be sleepy after a nice trip to subspace. "You're welcome," he murmured. "Just rest, Sky. If you fall asleep that's okay. You can have a nap on my couch." He'd make Sky comfortable and stay nearby, probably do some homework on his computer.

He'd actually fallen asleep after every single one of his scenes so far. Part of him thought maybe it wasn't very nice of him, but Sir Adam's eyes were kind and happy too he thinks so he smiled and nodded before letting himself slip into the sleep that was pulling so hard.

#gleedsmscene9

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penmanship · 6 years

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DO NOT SIT LIKE A LADY

I learned something recently about how women are expected to behave that can actually cause them health problems. I've been having to go to physical therapy for my knees and ankle. I've also had spine and hip problems all of my life. My physical therapist had to explain to me that the way I was sitting, rising, standing, and walking was very bad for me, and for anyone concerned about the health of their hips, knees, and ankles. She instructed me on how to sit, rise, stand, and walk like a man. "LIKE A MAN."

Apparently the way that women are taught to physically “act like a lady" is actually bad for their health! It's hard on all of our human joints, especially for humans with wide hips and delicate ankles, aka for most humans of the female sex. Read that again. Let that sink in. The way that women have culturally been taught to physically exist is bad for their health. If women were to sit, rise, stand, and walk as men did they would extend their ability to do these things into old age, and recover from injuries in these areas more quickly.

Don't cross your legs tightly when you sit: instead, keep your legs apart with each knee across from each hip point, or rest one ankle across the top of the other knee as if you were doing half of a criss cross apple sauce.

Don't daintily rise with one foot first and then the next: instead, keep your knees apart and put your weight balanced evenly through both legs as you rise.

Don't stand with your legs crossed or your feet closely together, instead study how martial artists stand with one foot forward and one slightly away at an angle that promotes optimal balance.

Don't do a catwalk with one leg crossing before the other. Walk with your legs a bit apart, with even posture. Don't try to hide your arms in weird, uncomfortable, demure poses if you don't need to, when you can instead swing them naturally down at your sides for balance. Martial arts lessons help with learning to walk safely and healthily, too, I find.

Are you noticing a theme here? Knees apart. Balanced. Men learn these life hacks unconsciously by watching other men. Women tend to pick up mannerisms that make them look smaller and less threatening, but most of these feminine poses are not only dangerously off balance if someone bumps into them or attacks them, but they're also APPARENTLY BAD FOR YOUR FREAKING BODY. I'm in the process of retraining myself, and OH DEAR GODS DOES WALKING "CORRECTLY" BOOST YOUR CONFIDENCE. I feel safer and more secure just by walking in a more healthy manner "like a man."

I hope this has been informative. I needed to tell someone, and I guess I also needed to rant at the memory of my grandmother instructing me on how to "sit and walk like a lady". SCREW THAT. SIT WITH YOUR LEGS APART AND BE HEALTHY.

This was written in response to something my friend reposted, which you can read below in this hidden area, because I don’t usually do reposts with this journal:

Be a lady they said. Your skirt is too short. Your shirt is too low. Your pants are too tight. Don’t show so much skin. Don’t show your thighs. Don’t show your breasts. Don’t show your midriff. Don’t show your cleavage. Don’t show your underwear. Don’t show your shoulders. Cover up. Leave something to the imagination. Dress modestly. Don’t be a temptress. Men can’t control themselves. Men have needs. You look frumpy. Loosen up. Show some skin. Look sexy. Look hot. Don’t be so provocative. You’re asking for it. Wear black. Wear heels. You’re too dressed up. You’re too dressed down. Don’t wear those sweatpants; you look like you’ve let yourself go.

Be a lady they said. Don’t be too fat. Don’t be too thin. Don’t be too large. Don’t be too small. Eat up. Slim down. Stop eating so much. Don’t eat too fast. Order a salad. Don’t eat carbs. Skip dessert. You need to lose weight. Fit into that dress. Go on a diet. Watch what you eat. Eat celery. Chew gum. Drink lots of water. You have to fit into those jeans. God, you look like a skeleton. Why don’t you just eat? You look emaciated. You look sick. Eat a burger. Men like women with some meat on their bones. Be small. Be light. Be little. Be petite. Be feminine. Be a size zero. Be a double zero. Be nothing. Be less than nothing.

Be a lady they said. Remove your body hair. Shave your legs. Shave your armpits. Shave your bikini line. Wax your face. Wax your arms. Wax your eyebrows. Get rid of your mustache. Bleach this. Bleach that. Lighten your skin. Tan your skin. Eradicate your scars. Cover your stretch marks. Tighten your abs. Plump your lips. Botox your wrinkles. Lift your face. Tuck your tummy. Thin your thighs. Tone your calves. Perk up your boobs. Look natural. Be yourself. Be genuine. Be confident. You’re trying too hard. You look overdone. Men don’t like girls who try too hard.

Be a lady they said. Wear makeup. Prime your face. Conceal your blemishes. Contour your nose. Highlight your cheekbones. Line your lids. Fill in your brows. Lengthen your lashes. Color your lips. Powder, blush, bronze, highlight. Your hair is too short. Your hair is too long. Your ends are split. Highlight your hair. Your roots are showing. Dye your hair. Not blue, that looks unnatural. You’re going grey. You look so old. Look young. Look youthful. Look ageless. Don’t get old. Women don’t get old. Old is ugly. Men don’t like ugly.

Be a lady they said. Save yourself. Be pure. Be virginal. Don’t talk about sex. Don’t flirt. Don’t be a skank. Don’t be a whore. Don’t sleep around. Don’t lose your dignity. Don’t have sex with too many men. Don’t give yourself away. Men don’t like sluts. Don’t be a prude. Don’t be so up tight. Have a little fun. Smile more. Pleasure men. Be experienced. Be sexual. Be innocent. Be dirty. Be virginal. Be sexy. Be the cool girl. Don’t be like the other girls.

Be a lady they said. Don’t talk too loud. Don’t talk too much. Don’t take up space. Don’t sit like that. Don’t stand like that. Don’t be intimidating. Why are you so miserable? Don’t be a bitch. Don’t be so bossy. Don’t be assertive. Don’t overact. Don’t be so emotional. Don’t cry. Don’t yell. Don’t swear. Be passive. Be obedient. Endure the pain. Be pleasing. Don’t complain. Let him down easy. Boost his ego. Make him fall for you. Men want what they can’t have. Don’t give yourself away. Make him work for it. Men love the chase. Fold his clothes. Cook his dinner. Keep him happy. That’s a woman’s job. You’ll make a good wife some day. Take his last name. You hyphenated your name? Crazy feminist. Give him children. You don’t want children? You will some day. You’ll change your mind.

Be a lady they said. Don’t get raped. Protect yourself. Don’t drink too much. Don’t walk alone. Don’t go out too late. Don’t dress like that. Don’t show too much. Don’t get drunk. Don’t leave your drink. Have a buddy. Walk where it is well lit. Stay in the safe neighborhoods. Tell someone where you’re going. Bring pepper spray. Buy a rape whistle. Hold your keys like a weapon. Take a self-defense course. Check your trunk. Lock your doors. Don’t go out alone. Don’t make eye contact. Don’t bat your eyelashes. Don’t look easy. Don’t attract attention. Don’t work late. Don’t crack dirty jokes. Don’t smile at strangers. Don’t go out at night. Don’t trust anyone. Don’t say yes. Don’t say no.

Just “be a lady” they said.

– Author Unknown

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poly-bus · 7 years

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Ayy papi~

Pairing: I am Wildcat x Basicallyidowrk = BasicallyidoWildcat

AU/Prompt: Papi Tyler’s not letting his little Marcel escape his grasp this time. Hopefully, he still has that pain medication since he’s going rough tonight.

Rating: It’s not NSFW. It’s just leading up to that implied NSFW. Which isn’t written, no worries. Or should I say sorry?? Idk anymore, tumblr has 13 year olds running around this site again. (I’m 14, almost 15, but fuck dude at least I act and am mature like a 17 or so year old. :/)

Enjoy!

“Marcel? Where’s my coffee creamer?”

“Erm... I dunno. What flavor was that?”

Marcel took a cheeky sip of his coffee, mischief dancing in his eyes. “You finished all my caramel mocha creamer, didn’t you?”

A glare was sent his way as he gave an evil giggled in response. He nodded briefly and took another sip, letting a moan roll off his tongue sweetly.

“You mother fucker... First, my mint chocolate ice cream, now my caramel mocha creamer. Then what?!”

Marcel giggled, “Your shampoo.”

“That’s it, little mister!”

Marcel’s eyes widened and he hopped over the arm of the couch, his dinosaur pajama onesie’s tail bouncing behind him.

“L-Let me finish drinking my god damn coffee first!” Marcel shrieked, stealing a huge gulp of the coffee as he shut and locked the bedroom door behind him.

“You forget, Marcel... I have the key.”

Marcel screeched with joy as he sat on the bed, criss cross apple sauce, his cup of coffee sitting on the bedside table, “It’s all gone! There’s no more!!”

Tyler launched himself on the bed after struggling open the door, pinning Marcel’s arms down and pressing his lips firmly to his lips, “Stupid mother fucker.”

Marcel giggled, refusing to open his lips. Tyler groaned in annoyance, biting his bottom lip angrily. Marcel gasped, his eyes wide as he stared at Tyler's obvious annoyed expression.

When Tyler pulled away, Marcel licked his lips nervously, tasting metallic and cringing slightly. Tyler smirked, gripping Marcel’s shoulders harshly.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” Marcel nervously giggled, however, his playful words didn’t reach the annoyed expression of Tyler and disheartened him a bit.

Tyler frowned and leaned down, pressing his lips softly against Marcel’s again, “Stop angering me so much, M...”

“Aye, Papi. Won’t happen again.” Marcel sent him a little smile, moving his arms to intertwine behind Tyler’s neck.

He pulled Tyler down for another kiss, tilting his head and resting comfortably now. Tyler smiled and tilted his head too, deepening the kiss. When they broke apart, Tyler began placing gentle kisses along Marcel’s neck and jawline. “Hey, Ty?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“We should buy two of the caramel mocha creamer next time.”

“Oh, definitely.”

“Also...”

“Huh?” Tyler said, pulling away to smile at his lover.

“I actually did use up all of your shampoo.” Marcel’s sheepish, teasing grin sent Tyler on edge again.

“Now you’re just pushing the line of playing around a bit too far, baby.... I might get rough with you again.”

#basicallyidowrk #basicallywildcat #basicallyidowildcat #basicallyidowrk x wildcat #i am wildcat #basicallyidowrk x i am wildcat #i am wildcat x basicallyidowrk #i_am_wildcat #Fanfiction #fanfic #cute?#cute #there are curse words by the way ;)#lel didn't know if you knew or nah

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schizophrenicfordpinesmoved · 7 years

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The Moments When You’re (Not) Alone

@kathycats @vld3exchange

Ao3

Did someone ask for Lance hurt/comfort???

Fic under the cut

Lance finds Pidge by accident.

He’s trying, strangely enough, to find Keith’s room, which is still an odd and foreign thought. Everything changes when he hears the sniffling outside of Pidge’s room.

There’s an awful voice in the back of his head that tells him to walk away, that he has his own demons to deal with and that Pidge can handle her’s on her own.

There’s a horrible pause as he decides what to do, but there’s a louder sob and suddenly Lance is knocking frantically.

“Hey, Pidge,” Lance says, trying to feign nonchalance, “I need some, uh, math done?”

There’s a pause before the door opens just a crack.

“Can’t you ask Hunk?” Pidge croaks out, voice thick with tears.

“Nope, Hunk’s busy. It’s up to you.”

Pidge laughs, a small sound that sends a rush of happiness through Lance. She pulls the door open. “Come in, try not to stink up the place,” she says, attempting and failing miserably to keep a straight face.

As Lance walks in he realizes that he has no idea what to do next. Honestly, he hadn’t expected to get this far.

Pidge raises an eyebrow at him, trying to quickly swipe a tear away. “So, where’s the math?”

Shit. Quick, gotta improvise.

“Must’ve left it outside. Oh well.”

Pidge stares at him, the moment growing, before busting into laughter.

“Lance, you’re my friend, and I appreciate you, but you’re a terrible liar.” Pidge says.

Lance puts a hand to his heart in fake shock. “Me? A terrible liar? I’ll have you know that I’m a fantastic liar! I could be lying about that, and you’d never know!”

Pidge snorts, fighting to keep a smile off her face and failing miserably. “Why are you actually here?”

Lance shrugs. “Just wanted to check on you. See how things are hanging.”

Pidge’s face darkens for a second. “You could hear me, couldn’t?”

Lance just nods, and Pidge sighs, flopping back onto her bed. Lance cautiously approaches her and sits beside her. There’s a moment of silence.

“I’m so much closer to finding Matt,” Pidge begins, voice uncharacteristically quiet, “but I just-I don’t know. Anything could be out there. He could be...He could be gone, and I-” Pidge cuts off her sentence to try to breathe, and Lance can’t help but intervene.

“We’re gonna find him.” Lance firmly says, pulling Pidge closer. She leans into him.

“B-but what if I d-don’t?” Pidge sniffles out. Lance thinks on this for a minute.

“How about,” he starts, “we deal with that bridge if we get there. If he’s anything like you, he’s still fighting. He’s still out there.”

Pidge broke away from their hug, eyes shining brightly. “You really think so?”

Lance smiles. “Know so.”

“Hey, Hunk, you doing okay?” Lance asks, watching his friend glide through the kitchen and wash dishes. He had volunteered to help clean up after dinner, but that just meant watching Hunk do the work and licking the spoons.

Hunk, who, despite the fact that dinner was over, was staring on baking something new.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I’m doing great-why wouldn’t I be?” Hunk rambles on, and Hunk is an incredible engineer and an absolute genius but that man cannot bluff to save his life.

“You’re stress cooking, my dude. Something tells me we’ve got enough food goo to last a deca-phoeb.” Lance mentions, as friendly as he can.

Hunk stops and takes a step back to join Lance. He puts a hand on his forehead. “I didn’t even realize I was doing that. Should I be worried about that?”

Lance smiles softly at his best friend. “Nah, man, I think you just need to take a break. What’s stressing you?”

Hunk frowns. “Not sure. Maybe it’s the fact that Keith’s the leader now? Or maybe it’s the new villain so soon after we stopped the last one. Or what if Yellow doesn’t like me anymore. Or-”

“Hunk,” Lance places his hands inches from his friend’s shoulders. Hunk sees this, and nods, so Lance holds him by his shoulders. “It’s gonna be okay, man. Just take a deep breathe.”

“Right,” Hunk wheezes. “Breathing, I’m good at breathing, I breathe all the time-”

“Hunk,” Lance commands, “follow my count. In, two, three, four, out, two, three, four, in…”

They sit there for a while, breathing.

“Thanks,” Hunk says when he’s started to relax. The two boys sit on the floor, Lance criss-cross apple sauce and Hunk with his knees tucked up to his chest. “There’s been a lot going on right now.”

“I’m always here for you, Hunk,” Lance says, squeezing his friend’s knee. “I’m here whenever you need me.”

Of all the people to be hanging around the lions at this ungodly varga, Lance wasn’t expected to run into Allura.

She sat where he was heading-near the red lion. She looked exhausted, and Lance is reminded that she’s so young. It’s easy to forget, because of her demeanor, and her position, that Allura was still barely an adult. They were all so young, far too young for all the shit they went through.

Allura’s head snaps up as she hears his arrival.

“Oh, Lance,” she starts, her voice artificially peppy. “Can I help you with anything?”

“Nah, I’m just here to think,” Lance admits as he sits down next to her on the ground.

“I am, too,” Allura admits softly, and Lance just nods. They sit in silence for a minute.

“D’you wanna talk about it?” Lance asks, and Allura tenses for a moment before nodding.

“I’m just…” Allura starts, rapping her arms tighter around her knees, “I’m not sure what my father would think of me now.”

Lance frowns. “He’d be super proud of you, Princess. We all are. You’re doing a great job with Blue.”

Allura sighs. “I suppose. I just can’t shake the feeling.”

Lance doesn’t know anymore jokes to defuse the situation, so he decides to go for plan two: honesty.

“It’s gonna be hard,” he admits, “to get past the feeling something’s off. But if it weren’t meant to be, it wouldn’t be happening.”

Allura smiles at him, cocking her head slightly to the side. “I’m impressed, Lance, that was beautiful.”

And now, now is the perfect time for that charming, oh so clever Lance McClain humor.

“I mean, it’s not the only beautiful thing in the room-there’s also me.”

Allura covers her hands to her mouth and snorts, honestly snorts, and Lance feels honored to be sitting with her and seeing this side of her.

“Thank you,” Allura says, “for cheering me up.”

Lance smiles. “Anytime, Princess.”

“Lance, can I talk to you for a minute?” Shiro asks, and Lance can’t help but feel his heart stop. Shit, what did he do this time?

“Yeah, of course,” he weakly responds, returning to where Shiro was standing. “Wassup?”

“I just want to say thank you. For taking care of Keith.”

Lance blinks rapidly, trying to understand. “Whatcha mean?”

Shiro frowns. “I know that I haven’t been-look, I haven’t been around for him. And thank you for taking care of him while I was gone.”

Lance couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Shiro, you’re acting like it was your fault you got captured.”

And Shiro, he just looks at the floor, refusing to look at Lance, refusing to refute the claim.

“Shiro,” Lance starts, voice barely held together, “you know this wasn’t your fault, right?”

“I should go,” Shiro says as he tries to leave, but Lance reaches out for him.

“Hey, wait-”

As soon as Lance puts his hand on Shiro’s shoulder he knows that something is wrong.

Shiro stiffens, breath halting. Lance can barely blink before he’s being thrown over Shiro’s shoulder and onto the ground.

There’s a moment of shock before Shiro’s horrified face appears above him.

“I’m sorry,” Shiro pants, eyes wide, voice frail. “I don’t-I didn’t mean to-”

“Are you okay?” Lance pushes himself into sitting position.

Shiro barks out a humourless laugh. “I should be asking you that.”

Lance shrugs. “I got a bunch of sisters, I’m used to it.” Shiro quirks an eyebrow.

“I’m fine,” Shiro says. It’s a thin lie that they both see through. Shiro sighs. “I’ll be fine,” he tries. It’s closer to the truth, but even he doesn’t believe it.

“Do you want to talk about it,” Lance tries.

Shiro shakes his head. “I don’t want to burden you.”

Lance laughs. Shiro turns to him, confused. “Dude, you’re like my idol,” Lance explains. “You’re never bothering me. So if ya wanna spill, it beats training.”

Shiro, chuckling slightly, sits down next to Lance. “Ok,” he relents.”

Keith Kogane is a lot of things. He’s a fighter, a rebel, a dropout, a hero, and a thief. He’s, for all intents and purposes, the current leader of Voltron.

And, currently, Keith Kogane is sick as a dog. Only he won’t admit it.

Lance sighs as he approaches Keith’s room, bowl of soup in hand. Hunk had asked him to deliver the meal, and surprisingly enough the rest of the team agreed, It was odd, the relationship between Keith and Lance-it was in the middle of some sort of transformation from enemies to something just slightly more powerful than friendship. Who knew where it could go after that.

Lance stops as he reaches Keith’s room, hesitant to continue. What if he was mad? Or what if he was happy to see him, what then?

Lance starts to retreat when the door is flung over and there stands Keith.

The man looks horrible, bags under his dark and wistful eyes. He’s too pale, with sweat glistening across his forehead. His eyes are covered by a film of haze, a fever no doubt.

“What do you want?” Keith asks. Even his voice is rough.

“Hey, man,” Lance starts cautiously. “You feeling hungry, dude?”

Keith narrows his eyes. “I’m fine.”

Lance rolls his eyes. “Look, Keith, just take the soup.”

Keith bites his lip before speaking, voice soft and embarrassed. “Can you bring it in? My hands are shaking pretty badly.”

Lance blinks. When he finally speaks, his voice matches Keith’s in compassion and pitch. “Yeah, of course.”

Lance walks into Keith’s room-it’s messy, clothes and blankets strewn all over.

“I think I might be sick,” Keith says, and Lance can’t help but snort.

“No shit, Sherlock,” Lance replies. Keith frowns, and Lance backtracks. “Sorry, I just-you need to get some rest man. It’ll get better if you take it easy.”

Keith looks panicked. “We have things to do. We have to search for Lotor, and we need to figure out what the Galra were doing with Shiro, and Pidge needs help finding her brother-”

“Hey,” Lance says, placing a hand out to slow Keith. “Let me work on that stuff. Hunk and Pidge can work on looking for Pidge’s brother, Allura and Coran will scan for Lotor’s ship, and I’ll talk to Shiro. By the time all of that’s done you should be feeling better and we’ll be able to get right back into it.”

Keith stands there, frozen, for a moment. And then he nods, a smile cracking through his stony facade. “Thanks, Lance.”

Lance can’t help but return the grin. “No problem, Keith.”

Homesickness is a bitch.

Lance, sitting buried under his blankets, can’t help but think back to his time at the Garrison and how difficult that was. The schedule was strict, and phones were confiscated for most of the day to make sure that the students were on their best behavior, but Lance still found a way to call his house every night, and someone would always answer, no matter how late it was.

Lance wants to call home so badly right now.

Oh sure, he’s tried, but there’s something about being in another galaxy that makes cell service impossible.

And besides, what would he even say? “Hey, it’s Lance, I’m alive but I might die any day in the fight to dismantle a dictatorship, also I pilot a giant furry mecha,” wouldn’t work. There was nothing he could do to fix the situation. He had a responsibility to the team.

That didn’t stop it from hurting.

If he could just call his house, have one of his sisters pick up. Lily would listen intently as he described his teammates, always the one for people and for gossip.

Carmen would tease him about Keith and help him understand what the boy meant by certain things he said.

Lizzy would praise him, remind him that he’s doing a great job and that he’s doing difficult and important work.

And his Momma? She would listen to him about the situation would Blue, would comfort him, would remind him that he’s important, would tell some story of the time he was three and crawled out of his crib to get some cookies, reminding him how strong and resilient and just plain incredible he’s always been.

But there was no way to contact his family.

There’s a knock on the door, and Hunk speaks on the other end of it. “Hey, Lance? You ok in there?”

Lance frowns. Maybe he can just pretend that he’s not in here.

Another voice speaks up-Pidge. “We know you’re in there, Lance.”

Well, shit. “‘M napping,” Lance tries to force out. He shudders at the sound of his voice-it’s weak, high, and it wavers as he tries to lie. It tells on him, informs them that he’s crying.

“Lance, can you let us in,” Shiro says. He’s there, too? There’s dread in Lance’s stomach as he lumbers over to the door and opens it.

Pidge, Hunk, Allura, Shiro, and Keith are all there waiting for him, sympathy on their faces.

“Hey guys, wassup-” Lance is interrupted by a sob, and all facade is dropped. He huddles closer to the edge of the door, leaning against anything, as he tries to regain his breath.

Hunk moves forward, eyes alert with worry. “Hug?” Lance nods, and he’s pulled into Hunk, who, per usual, gives the best hugs. Hunk rubs Lance’s back, soft circles that make Lance feel safer.

“It’s been a couple of vargas since anyone has seen you, and we were just making sure you were alright,” Allura explains, moving forward. “We’re here for you, Lance.”

Lance tries to say something clever, something that gets them all to go away, but all that comes out is a sob.

Pidge moves forward. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

Lance, not trusting words, just nods.

The group looks at each other. Shiro speaks up. “I think all of us would be too much. Who would you like to talk to, Lance?”

Before Lance can respond Keith speaks up.

“I’ll do,” Keith says. The others look at him, than Lance, than back and forth before Lance nods and opens the door to let Keith in. The others rub wave at Lance or pat him on the shoulder as they turn to leave.

As soon as Lance walks into the room he’s wracked with another bout of sobs. Keith panics, eyes wide and unsure, before reaching out and pulling Lance closer to him.

“I m-miss home,” Lance squeaks out, and Keith nods.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

“I w-wanna c-call, I wanna call my f-family,” Lance chokes out, and Keith breaks their hug to look him in the eye.

“Can you breathe with me,” Keith asks, and Lance nods. Keith takes Lance through a series of meditation-like instructions, and twenty minutes later Lance has stopped shaking. He looks exhausted.

“Sorry about that,” Lance mutters, and Keith shakes his head.

“No need to apologize. It happens to all of us.”

Lance frowns. “Yeah, but I’m the person everyone goes to when this happens.”

Keith blinks. “Lance,” he starts, “you don’t have to always focus on the group. Someone very smart once told me that rest was important.”

Lance crinkles his nose. “Did I say that?”

Keith smiles. “Shiro did, but you repeated him later.”

Lance laughs, which turns into a yawn.

Keith frowns. “You should take a nap. You’re probably exhausted.”

Lance nods. “You’re right about that, buddy,” he says as he lies down on his bed, positioning the blankets to smother him.

He hears a smile in Keith’s voice. “Night, Lance.”

***

When Lance wakes up, he notices two things-one, it’s much later than when he went to bed, and two, his phone is sitting on his bedside table with a note on it.

“Pidge and Hunk are working on a prototype for you to call home. Give it a try.”

Heart racing, Lance picks up the phone. Tears are in his eyes, because no matter what happens next he knows that he has two families.

He dials the phone.

“Hello,” a voice on the other end replies.

Lance can’t hold back his tears. “Momma!”

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