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pastxlscorp · 3 years

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Bully! Mitsuya Fanfic (pt.2)

Chapter II: Exigence

✿ Word Count: 2.6k

✿ Pairing: Takashi Mitsuya x reader

✿ Topics covered: (Eventual) Enemies to lovers trope, Mitsuya POV, tsundere-Mitsuya, bully! Mitsuya, fem. reader, manga spoilers, slight angst + smut

“You look so pretty while you’re sleeping.”

The tender voice-- so gentle, so sweet-- it began to echo within his mind. He, at first, had thought he was dreaming but that voice-- oh that beautiful voice, it tempted him so dearly. He began to chase the voice, following it through the mess of his mind, his thoughts, firmly clasping it and--

It isn’t you.

He opened his eyes, closing them instantly again as the light burned them intensely. He waited a few seconds before trying again, his eyes beginning to readjust as the light became calmer and more bearable. He was face to face with a woman-- he couldn’t seem to recognize her. Her voice, her pleasant voice… it had sounded too similar to your own, he could’ve sworn it was you, laying beside him naked with your head drooping over him as you admired him sleeping. Looking closer upon the woman in front of him, he recognized her as one of his classmates and member of his Home-Economics club. It began to come back to him slowly, how exactly he ended up here. It was just the usual after all, sleeping with women to satisfy his needs-- or rather, his suppressed desires.

He happened to only share one class with you-- of course, it was Designer-101. In this class, the professor would instruct and teach you about the most trendy styles going on, or some older styles that were coming back in fashion and how to incorporate them into your works. It was a very intricate class but you both were determined to accomplish your dreams, even if it meant passing this dread of a course. However, as hard as it might be, Mitsuya fully enjoyed every aspect of the course because it was fun to clash styles, colors, and fabrics just to accomplish the final design. He had noticed you took great pride in this class, too, and even incorporated these color schemes into your lighting and filter ideas. While he’d never admit it to your face, his heart fluttered seeing your eyes gloss over your masterpiece and grin, taking a few moments to admire your work. He rarely bothered you in this case for this exact reason, although he couldn’t help the occasional tease, just to see your squirm.

┃ “Y/N, dear, are you alright? You seem to be struggling a little bit with this embroidery pattern.”

┃ “Sorry, Professor! I’ll get the hang of it quickly, I’m sure, just a small obstacle!” You reassured him, giving him the warm smile Mitsuya mourned losing and wished he could see from the receiving end just once more.

Unbeknownst to you, Mitsuya had eavesdropped on the entire conversation table next to yours. You had attempted to choose a seat that was far away from him, but he picked up on that quite quickly and decided, just out of spite, to sit the table directly horizontal from you. Desperately yearning for a small scrap of your attention, he quickly stepped besides the Professor but composed himself before saying

┃ “Professor, if I may… since Y/N seems to be having a rough time, I can help them out. If that’s with your permission, of course, sir.” He said with that bastardly shit-eating smile that made your stomach turn inside out while wrapping his arm around your shoulder. It was the smile that captivated teachers with it’s innocence and purity-- if only they knew that it was the mischievous smile that you were accustomed to seeing after he was done with you.

Before you could offer a rebuttal, your professor smiled genuinely and nodded, thanking Mitsuya before walking off and mumbling how he was such a good kid. As soon as your Professor had made it to the other side of the enormous classroom, Mitsuya turned to you, shit-eating grin beginning to form into a devious smirk as he finally had some alone-time with you.

┃ “Hey baby~” His voice came out smoothly like butter, words falling out of his mouth as if this was the entire script planned out in his head. Little did you know, it was.

┃ “You’re only helping me figure this embroidery pattern out, that’s it, no rebuttals, nothing more. Got it?” You spat harshly, making that smirk on his face quickly turn into a scowl as you once more rejected any flirtatious opportunity he threw at you.

He scoffed, not acknowledging your question with a nod or even the common courtesy of a reply, but he moved off to the other side of the table to grab the needle that was engraved in the cloth you were attempting to sew on. Even though he moved on pretty quickly, your words had stung him deeply, as it made it clear to him any romantic opportunity he had with you had been reduced and diminished into nothing. He placed it in front of you, motioning his hand for you to continue what you were doing before folding them over his chest. You growled, assuming that this was him punishing you for not reciprocating his flirts. However, it ended up being the exact opposite, as he intently observed your stitch, attempting to pinpoint where you were going wrong. Your accuracy was fine, your hands enwrapped the needle firmly but gently as you intertwined it within the cloth and there, he had picked up on what you were doing wrong. He carefully set himself behind you, having his chest press against your back as he wrapped his arms around you to hold your hands. The surprise caught your breath and made it hitch, feeling his ice-cold hands gently coddle your warm ones, balancing out the heat. Catching on to your growing flustered state, he smirked but his voice disguised it perfectly as he explained your mistake to you while beginning to guide your fingers through the cloth.

┃ “Your accuracy, your grip, all of that is perfect, sweetheart. Your mistake is you pull the needle out too early before allowing it to catch proper depth within the cloth. That’s why the final design comes out messy.” He explains, his words sounding almost like a textbook, professional, informative, while also comforting your tensed shoulders with his velvety voice and pet names as he continued to guide your hands until you reached the end of the segment.

Subconsciously, you had begun to relax in his grip, leaning your back into his chest as you finally perfected the technique with little help from his assistance as he withdrew his hands and allowed you to continue without him, setting his hands on the table and caging you in. He took the moments of silence to indulge in the warmth of your back pressing against him, a moment that came so rarely yet drove him insane every time your skin happened to graze him. You, on the other hand-- your mind was far from relaxed. You questioned why he was being so tender with you when he was so rough with you earlier, unprovokingly shoving you to the ground and humiliating you in front of your classmates. You opened your mouth to question him, but reluctantly closed it once you realized you wouldn’t get a real answer if you questioned him. After all, after being so kind the next day he’d return to normal as if nothing happened-- as if there was no spark between you both. He awoke you from your thoughts by placing his fingers below your chin, softly lifting your face to meet his own.

┃ “Cat got your tongue? Or maybe I will, soon~” he giggled to himself, grinning down at you, this time a genuine smile that expressed pure delight.

┃ “What happened to us, Mitsuya?” You bluntly asked, causing him to tense, his smile forming into a poker face as he contemplated your question carefully.

Months-- months ago, you were standing there after school after one of their club meetings next to the campus entrance, waiting for someone as she told him. He offered to wait with you but you told him it was okay-- no, you shooed him off, giving him some excuse as to why he couldn’t wait with her. A little arrow pierced through his lovestruck heart but he nodded and walked away, however he did not leave. He remained across the street hiding in the corner, far enough for her to not notice he still remained on campus grounds but close enough to still see her patiently waiting. He insisted his duty as her club president was to watch over her and ensure her safety, of course, there was nothing special about that. Any club member would do a little spying just to ensure their kohai’s well-being. She was pushing him away, that wasn’t normal, so surely something must be wrong. That was when that little shit Takemichi came along and his mouth fell open, in shock she knew a loser like him. Hanagaki Takemichi did not attend their university, however, he was a part of Toman, which was still growing in power. Takemichi had only joined recently but he had quickly won the hearts of Mikey and Draken, therefore anyone would think Mitsuya liked him too. How far from the truth that statement was-- Mitsuya despised Takemichi. His dumbass couldn’t fight for shit-- no brains nor brawn. During the fight with Valhalla, he was tasked with saving Baji and couldn’t even do so. Thankfully, Baji had survived his stab wounds, although the doctors informed Mitsuya and the others he was very lucky to have lived. On lesser issues, Takemichi also shows no signs of respect-- going as far as to punch the recently appointed 3rd division captain, Kisaki Tetta. What the fuck were you doing with someone like him? He watched your interaction so diligently, taking every note of laughter, smiles, and nods you gave Takemichi until Mitsuya began to feel himself clutching his knuckles so tight they looked like they were about to pop right out of his fists. Was everything you had gone through for the past few months nothing more than a game? Had he misunderstood your feelings-- was there really no spark between you both? The thought of this made his stomach drop, hitting him like a truck. No no, that was clearly the case, there was no other reason why you'd giggle so much around Takemichi, smile at him so fondly, or gaze at him as your eyes began to sparkle whenever he got enthusiastic about whatever the fuck it was he was talking about.

The next thing he knew, he was yelling at you after club hours the next day, shouting about how much of a dumbass you were, and how you failed to pick up on social cues around you. Many other insults came flying out his mouth, hitting you like bricks, piling up and causing the tears to build up. Truthfully, the entire situation was an entire blur to him. All he could remember was the close proximity of your faces as he yanked your chain when you attempted to talk back, which is when he noticed the tears welling up in your eyes, threatening to fall if provoked any further. You were released from his grip instantly and in a calm voice, he allowed you to exit, a loud sniffle accidentally slipping out of your lips as you ran out of the room before he could see you cry. He stared at you blankly, reminiscing before releasing your chin from his gentle fingers and backing away from you as he replied:

┃ “I could ask you the same.”

You remained looking at him for a few moments, before deciding it wasn’t worth engaging with him. He watched as you carried your project back to your designated locker, locked it, and put on your backpack before asking the professor if you could leave since it was time to go. Glancing at his watch, he announced class was dismissed and you quickly rushed out before bumping into Hakkai directly outside the door to the left, who was waiting for Mitsuya. You apologized to him instantly, to which he smiled and patted your head. A conversation ensued between the two of you and as Mitusya walked out, he saw the two of you engaging and laughing. It almost identically mimicked the way you acted with Takemichi, innocently smiling and staring at him so adoringly. He envied the comfortability you both shared in your relationship, the air bubbling with chemistry. He doesn’t realize how hard he’s staring until one of his club members taps his shoulder, greeting him and complimenting his outfit.

┃ “Hey, Kashi! Love your jacket, is it new?”

Now he’s here, back at his place with one of his kohai’s as he pushes her into the wall, roughly kissing her and quickly unbuttoning her shirt as she unzips his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders and soon the rest of their clothes follow. Moans and groans fill the room, although most of them are hers. He’s painfully silent throughout their session, too frustrated to really focus on her-- however, she’s too accentuated on her own pleasure to notice he’s simply using her as a stress reliever and nothing more. There’s nothing wrong with her, she’s beautiful, she’s skilled, talented, kind, but she’s simply not you. She looks nothing like you but her voice, oh god her voice, it sounded almost just like yours. Her moans made his skin heat up, imagining it was your warm silky hands embracing him, you begging him to love you more. It was enough to satisfy him for now, just enough to pretend the woman he was pleasuring so much was you. She moaned his name and he bit his lip, using all of his might to fight the instinct to moan out your name instead. His slams grew harsher and tougher, releasing all of that pent up desire and anger in single strokes. The rest of the night was a blur, as soon as he pulled off the condom he went to sleep, bored of her.

┃ “Kashi~”

He sighed, remembering his idiocy of yesterday evening and how he’d now have to gently reject this girl without letting her know he simply used her as a distraction. He spent a good minute contemplating her name before she spoke to him again.

┃ “Kashi? You alright?”

┃ “Mmh, sorry... just tired.”

┃ “Ah, it’s fine sleepyhead~ you know, yesterday was really fun, we should do it more often. How about a date tonight?.”

┃ “Awh...dear… that’s awfully sweet of you… I’m just not looking for something serious right now. I’m just into one-night stands at the moment.”

┃ “Oh… oh! Maybe we could be sex partners then?”

┃ “Ah, Sure… sure.” He privileged her with a smile of pure pity, relaxing his head back on the pillow, hoping to drift back to sleep so once he awoke she’d be long gone. The plan was if she ever reached out for sex again, he’d just come up with some excuse on how he was busy finishing a project. His mind drifted off, thinking about seeing you in class, only to remember it was a Saturday and that meant he didn’t have class with you-- in fact, Saturday’s were a relatively free day for him. He booked himself with classes every other day and decided he should have at least one day off. You know what that meant? He’d have to fucking dread it with this chick until she took the hint and left. The faster he fell asleep, the sooner this day would be over. He didn’t bother to listen to the woman as she continued speaking to him, closing his eyes as he censored her out and slowly drifted back to sleep.

tags: @haiq-trash, @blackmysticalsimp @the2ndl @bren-heron

a/n: f in the chat for anyone who thought bully! Mitsuya had healthy coping mechanisms, also you should check out @darenimo if you already haven't because she helped me proofread this chapter and gave me all of her commentary while reading it and I sobbed for a good 10 minutes straight. I love she.

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aftermathfanfic · 2 years

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Chapter 14: Dewey

Tired and sore, the family of adventurers returned to the cheap hotel they’d rented for the weekend, most of them sleeping well through the morning and into midday. It was towards the afternoon when they returned to the Cloudchaser, eagerly departing homeward bound.

Excited stories were shared the moment the youngsters arrived back at the manor. The four young ducks were quick to recount the adventure to May and June, both twins eagerly listening to the details. Once the story had been told, Scrooge gathered the family in the television room to give them an apology – apologising for the deceit, for not researching the temple as thoroughly as he should have, for letting them down within the ruin’s confines. There was a bit of tension, a bit of anger… but in the end, they forgave him.

Louie was quicker to forgive than the others. “It helped.” He said simply, wearing the same smile he’d been sporting since they’d left the temple. “Either way, it helped.”

It wasn’t long before they were eagerly discussing possibilities for their next adventure. Webby was throwing out suggestions the second she was able, excitedly putting forward artifact, locations, even ancient heroes that the family had yet to find or explore. Huey was quick to add to this list, expounding upon the things he was eager to see. Scrooge assured them confidently that now they were back in the swing of things, they’d be able to see all of these things and more. They were back, well and truly back, and nothing was going to stop them this time!

The revelry was short-lived after Della brought up the stolen gun.

As much as Dewey tried to explain and defend himself, he found himself wilting under the combined glares of all four adults of the house. Giving in, he ended up swearing ten times over that he’d never touch a gun – any gun – ever again. After a bit more chastising, they relented, relieved that he hadn’t gotten anyone hurt.

The evening began to close, and the family began to retire for the night. Sleep came slowly to the four young ducks, each returned to their rooms, still full of energy and excitement.

Webby quickly took to her phone, holding an eager, semi-coherent conversation with her friends.

Huey spent a while reading the Junior Woodchuck Guidebook front to back, something he hadn’t done in a while.

Dewey threw out the adventure costume he’d bought and pushed his Ford Windfall movies to the back of his shelves.

Louie, meanwhile, just lay on his bed, looking up at the ceiling with a smile on his face.

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Dewey didn’t waste any time telling his school friends of the craziness they’d gone through during the previous adventure. The second he got a lunch break during school the next day he recounted the whole thing to them, starting with Scrooge’s surprise announcement and ending with the encounter with the Phoenician gods. They were enraptured, hanging on to Dewey’s every word. He couldn’t resist from embellishing a few details, leaving out the… not-so-flattering parts, but otherwise told the story as it happened.

“…And then we rode out of the temple, onthe giant snake that had been chasing us!” Dewey declared as he finished up the tale. “And as we left, we were told never to return, not until we’d spread their name all across the world!”

A synchronous ‘woah’ travelled through the three teenagers sitting across the table from him.

Simon leant across the table, staring at Dewey with wonder in his eyes. “And are you? How are you guys gonna do that?”

“Oh, Scrooge put it in the adventurer’s wing of the Duckburg Museum, said that people would spread word of it from there.” Dewey shrugged. “Like, I dunno if it’s as easy as that, but he and Louie seemed to think so.”

“That’s crazy, man!” Ted shook his head. “I thought you guys didn’t adventure anymore.”

“So did I! Like, I’m still trying to believe it! And we’re going on another adventure next weekend, too! I think, anyway.”

“Really?” Simon said excitedly. “Where to?”

“I don’t even know! That’s what makes it so exciting!” Dewey said excitedly.

Pete leant forward at this point. “So, what does this mean for the team?” He asked.

“What do you mean?” Dewey asked blankly.

“Nothing, just…” The young sparrow hesitated. “You know, since you’re gonna be doing all this adventuring stuff… you reckon you can still make time for practice and stuff?”

“Oh, yeah, totally.” Dewey replied confidently. “Just because I’m travelling all over the world now doesn’t mean I’m going anywhere, right?”

The other three shared a look.

“…Sure.” Pete said.

Dewey’s grin faltered. “Come on, guys. You know I never let you down. Even if I can’t make it to practice, and I will, I’ll definitely be-”

“Hey!”

Dewey blinked and looked over his shoulder to see Huey, a look of concern on his face.

“Oh, hey.” Ted looked up at the red-shirted triplet. “It’s, uh… Louie, right?”

“Huey.”

“Huey, right.” Ted shook his head. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine, happens all the time.” Huey said dismissively. He turned to Dewey. “Speaking of, though, have you seen Louie today?”

Dewey blinked in confusion. “I mean, we don’t share any classes, so… no.”

“Okay, okay…”

Huey wrung his hands nervously, looking away from him.

“I’ll, uh… I’m going to check if Webby’s seen him.” He muttered, wandering away.

Dewey watched him go for a moment.

“…Uh… gimme a minute, guys.” He said quietly, getting up from the table. The other three nodded and excused him, returning to a casual conversation as he left.

Once he’d caught up with his brother, he sidled up next to him with a forced grin and said, “So… what’s goin’ on?” He asked nonchalantly.

“I just- Well, you know he left for school early today, right?” Huey asked. “Like, he took the bus that comes beforeour normal one?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t you think that’s just a littleunusual for him?”

“Maybe he wanted to catch up on assignments or something, I dunno.” Dewey replied, annoyed. “I thought you said you were going to stop confronting him about this stuff?”

“I’m not going to confront him, I just want to make sure he’s alright!” Huey snapped.

They walked up to another table in one of the other courtyards of the school, at which three teenage girls sat. Webby stood on the seat of the table, excitedly going on about something, probably their latest adventure. Violet was sitting on another side of the table, listening intently.

Directly opposite Webby was Lena, leaning on the table in a relaxed, casual manner. She was wearing a black, unzipped hoodie over a light blue singlet, a pair of blue sneakers on her feet. Her front headfeathers were coloured a deep cerulean blue, though whether it was hair dye or some magical glamer was anyone’s guess. She wore an amulet, though it was hidden underneath her singlet, out of sight.

“…and then it turned out that the golems were actually his weapons!” Webby was gushing to them. “They were so cool! Completely unlike any of the other gods that I’ve met, and I’ve-!”

“Hey, uh, Webby?” Huey interrupted.

The three girls turned towards them. Webby’s bright smile didn’t waver for an instant. “Hi guys!” She said happily.

“Hubert. Dewford.” Violet greeted them cordially.

“Sup, nerds.” Lena drawled, smirking at them as she usually did. “Heard you guys are adventuring again?”

“Yeah, seems like it.” Huey replied. “Uh, have any of you seen Louie today?”

Webby thought for a moment… “Uh… nope.”

Violet shook her head. Lena, however, leant back in her seat and frowned in concentration. “Uhhhhhh… think I saw him down at the library earlier.” She told them.

Huey blinked. “The library?”

“Yeah.” She nodded as she replied. “Pretty sure he was studying or something.”

“Louie? Studying?” Huey said, bemused. “Are you sure?”

“Hey man, I’m just telling you what I saw.” Lena replied with a shrug. “He had, like, a whole bunch of workbooks in front of him

“See?” Said Dewey, elbowing his brother in the arm. “He’s fine.”

“I guess…” Huey replied, frowning to himself. He looked towards Dewey. “But… when have you ever heard of Louie doing his schoolwork?”

“Okay, look.” Dewey said irritably. “I’m gonna go back to my friends, and you can be all overprotective or whatever by yourself.”

“Over-?”

“See you guys later, have fun next period, Webby and Lena should totally go out, later!” Dewey shouted rapidly as his impatience got the better of him, and he ran back to rejoin his teammates, leaving Webby to freeze up in her seat behind him.

“…What did he say?” Lena asked, frowning.

“Nothing.” Webby said quickly.

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Dewey paid for his hubris after school, as he and Huey were waiting for their bus to arrive. Dewey leaned against the bus stop sign while Huey sat on the bench, poring over one of his textbooks. His right hand in his pocket and his left dangling by his side, he didn’t notice Webby sidling up to him until she had already grabbed his arm and twisted, eliciting a sharp cry of pain from the adolescent duck.

“Why?” He cried, cradling his arm.

“I dunno, because of what you pulled at lunch?” Webby snapped angrily. “If Lena had heard you, I don’t know what I would’ve-!”

“What? How did she not hear me? I was being so obvious about it!”

“That’s why I’m mad!”

Huey looked up from his book, glaring at Dewey irritably. “Don’t you remember what we were talking about last week?”

“No.” Dewey replied blankly.

“Just stay out of it, okay?” Webby told him, chucking her backpack next to the steel seat. “I wanna find the right moment, I don’t want you to just blurt it out in the middle of-”

“You are never going to ask her out!” Dewey protested.

“I will. And I’ll do it by myself.” Webby told him, sitting down and crossing her arms over her chest.

“…Fine.” Dewey muttered, still nursing his wounded arm. “What did you do to me, anyway? Was that a Chinese burn or something?”

“Yeah, but we’re not allowed to call it that anymore. We just call them burns now.”

“…Yeah, that makes sense.”

A couple of minute before the bus was due to arrive, the sound of running and panting caught the ducks’ attention. They all turned to see Louie rushing up to join them, a mildly panicked expression on his face. He steadied himself against the bus stop, his satchel dangling from his shoulders as he doubled over, gasping.

“Hey guys.” He wheezed.

“Hey.” Dewey said casually. “You alright?”

“Yeah, just… lost track of time.” He mumbled in reply. “Had to run all the way from the library to here.”

“Why are you wheezing?” Webby asked. “The library is only fifty yards from here.”

“Fuck off.”

“Language.” Huey chastised him, raising an eyebrow at him. “I am proud of you for spending your day studying, though. Nice to know you’re finally taking school seriously.”

“What?” Louie looked up at him, laughing a bit through his breathlessness. “Oh, no. I wouldn’t be caught dead studying.”

“Oh.” Huey said, disappointed.

“Then what were you doing?” Webby inquired curiously.

Louie stood up, leaning against the bus shelter with his arm in a cocky, confident manner, the illusion only slightly ruined by the fact that he was still panting for breath. “Well… if you must know… I’ve been planning something.” He smirked. “How’d you guys like to make an easy five thousand bucks?”

The three instantly perked up, listening intently. “Wait…” Dewey spoke up with a sly grin. “Is this a new scheme?”

“Oh yeah.” Louie replied with a similar grin. “I’ve gotten a bit of inspiration lately, and some new information.” He pulled out a large notebook from his bag, colour-coded sticky tabs jutting out from the edges of the paper. “I’ve spent the whole afternoon coming up with this plan. It’s basically guaranteed to work, and all you guys have to do is…”

Louie winced and doubled over again. “…I think I have a stitch.” He groaned. “Hoo boy.”

The other three ducks shared a knowing smile, patting Louie’s back and hauling him back up to his feet as the bus pulled up in front of them. They stepped on and took their seats, helping Louie into his, and spent the whole trip home eagerly discussing the new scheme, their future adventures, and sharing their collective joy and enthusiasm for what was surely to come.

None of them noticed the brown-feathered duck watching the bus leave from afar, her arms folded across her red top and her dark beak curled into a frown.

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after-valiant-hero-ask · 3 years

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Soooo, somehow the "keep reading" Thing on tumblr kinda beoken for me, so I can't really post this with the keep reading, but also, I made a post about going to make a fandic of After Valiant Hero that takes place BEFORE the main event onthe comic, sooo, here it is!! I hope you all enjoy it! (And also, it's 2.000+ words long, so, it's kinda long^^)

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"TONIGHT"

by LovelyPink2005

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Summary:

This takes 2 months after the valiant Hero ending, right when the toppats decided to celebrate their fully recovered airship and the clan, but something is up with sven that made him missed the whole party.

Note:

I'm not that good on english, so, I'm so sorry if this fic came out bad^^"

And also, this is a fanfic I wrote about the story of the messy doodle/sketch comic I did of sven and Charles on whiteboard, so, uhhh, yeah^^"

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It was the day after they did their first heist after recovering their airship and their clan, which is 2 months after the Valiant Hero ending. It also charles's first time too, he feels strange for doing that, like there's something wrong with it but can't quite put a finger on it. He decided to forget about it. "It's probably just the side effect."

The toppat clan wanted to celebrate it for their success, they talk to talk, share to share about having a party for it, until it delivered to charles and sven who is on their room. "A party huh?" Sven said as he put his hand on his chin, thinking about it. "Suits yourself, If you wanted to celebrate it, then go for it" He continue with a smile on his face. He turned his head to charles to see his face full of excitement for that party, like he never had them before.

"Sven" Charles called as he put his hand on sven's shoulder. "Let's have it tonight!"

"Yeah, sure..." Sven paused, looking down for a second, and lifted his face back to charles. "Sure!".

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, if you all want it, then go for it."

"Alright, I'll go inform the others about this." He gives sven a pat on the back before leaving the room.

Sven waves and wanted to say "c'ya" to charles very badly, but charles already left them room. Sighed, and sits back to his bed, and looked up on the ceiling, smiling. "Hey, are you ok there..?" His face could easily shows you a bit of sadness, and pain. Sven was talking to himself, but really, he just missed his old friend.

Someone who used to be around him, a friend who ALWAYS around him ever since he joined the toppat clan. Burt Curtis. That's his name. Sven and Burt joined the toppat clan on the same day years ago, they even meet right before entering the airship. They keeps on running into each other as their relationship grows, until they become the best of friends. Even after Sven become the leader, their relationship or friendship still is the same.

But… sadly… He died at the orbital station when it exploded. got left behind because he was trapped on a room and couldn't get out. Sven wish he could found him, but the other toppats dragged him with force to the pod.

He couldn't save him. He failed to save him. The last thing he even heard from him was a when he called sven after the luxury pod has escaped.

"We're having a party tonight... Wish you could join us burt." A tear runs down on his face.

He wiped it as he rubs his eyes. "Ugh, c'mon sven, pull it together!" He palmed both of his hands on his face and falls on his bed.

"He's gone! Just.. Try to—– uuggghh!" He sighed to himself. He quickly sits up and try to pull his act together. A forced smile on his face, but it's not that obvious.

Take a deep breath, and let it out as he then go outside to also inform the others about the party. Yeah, let's just focus on that, focus on the clan. Maybe the other could distract him from his mind.

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Charles straight up go to the cafeteria since most toppats usually just hang out there. He saw one of the toppat he usually talk to if sven wasn't around. He called him.

"Harold!" Said charles as he waved his hand at him and the other toppats that's with him.

Ah yes, Handsome Harold. Charles usually hang around him since he's the second person who ever talk to him after he woke up and got amnesia.

"Oh, Charles" Harold rise his hand up as high as his face.

"Sve— uhh, Chief said that we're having a party to celebrate the fully recovered of our clan!"

Harold and the other toppats look at each others as their eyes widened open.

What?? "Really?"

Charles nodded. The other toppats slowly having their face with smiles.

"Alright lads! Let's prepare things up for the party!" One of the toppat called Wallace Dagwood, yelled as the others on the cafeteria then cheered.

A couple of hours has passed, and the party is almost ready. The whole cafeteria was full with a lot of stuff, Charles just can't wait for sven to see this. There's a bunch of food and snacks on the food table, such as pizza, chicken wings, tacos, cupcakes, cake, and other food that usually on a party. There's also a berry punch, and some alcohols on the drink table.

Beside the foods and drinks, there's also a lot of decorations and other stuff that changed on the cafeteria. Like a small stage for anyone who wanted to perform anything. Blue carpet on the whole floor of the room, and disco light-ball. Charles can't really describe everything, but all he could say is that everything is going to be awesome!

Huh?

In a flip, he realized something. He haven't see Sven around to help since he know that Sven likes to help around.

Is he not feeling well?

He did startled for sometimes today whenever he talks… is there anything wrong with him?

Charles can only feel worried about him. But he hopes that non of his thoughts are true.

"Oi Charles!"

Sometimes tapped his shoulder. He jumped a bit and making the "eep" Sound as he surprised.

"Hmm? Oh, it's you" He signed, It was of course Harold.

"What were you thinking? I saw you were excited a view second ago, but then you immediately worried" Said Harold.

"What's wrong?"

"I- huh? No no, you guessed it wrong, why would I be worried when there's a party right in front me?"

How the heck did he know? Can he read face expression that good???

Harold sighed. "Charles, it's all over your face."

Shoot, Right. Knew it.

"O-oh, well, you're right" He smiles. "But I only worried because this will be the first party I'll ever have, since, you know.." He scratched his head.

He lost his memories. He can't even remember everything, how can he remember the last time he even go to one, right?

"Yeah, I know, sorry for that" He wrapped his hand around Charles.

"But they'll all come back! Even if they won't, you can always create new memory!" Harold just trying to cheer 'em up. "Just don't forget to have your medicals, 'kay?"

Charles smile and nodded.

Both of them then go to help t he others finishing some stuff for the party.

---

Sven was outside of the security room, the place where he get to see outside and have the winds in his hair (the place where henry got in the airship when we choose the grapple gun (PBT)).

Just standing there, watching the sun setting down. He looked at the sky.

Thinking to himself. Wishing that all of this was just a really long dream, and when he wakes up, everything was still… Normal. Burt still there, the orbital station was save and sound. And Reginald never got arrested.

He's been there for a hour now, until Charles contacted him. His phone buzzing.

"Hmm?" He picked his phone. It's Charles…

He takes a deep breath, and then answer the call. "Hello"?

"Sven! Where are you? I can't find you in your room, or the cafeteria!" Said Charles in a little worried tone.

"The party is starting in a hour!"

"Oh, really?" He responded as his eyes widened a bit. He didn't thought it'll be starting that fast. "That was fast"

"Yeah, and— wait, Sven! Are you at that place again??" Charles could hear the sound of the winds through sven's phone.

"... Well, yeah?"

"What's wrong?? You only goes there is you're down, you know that you have your greatest friend hereto help you!" Charles raised his voice, but not in an angry way, but more like in a worried and abit of disappointed tone.

Huh? Oh right, he knew.

"No, it's fine Charles! I only looking for some fresh air!"

Hmmm, that sounds convincing alright.

"Okay, but you HAVE to be here when the party started! It'll be the greatest time, truste!"

Sven chuckled on how silly Charles is. "Yeah yeah, I'll be there".

He closed the call as he sighed. He closed his eyes and smile as he shakes his head.

"Charles Charles, guess there's different between you two after all" He chuckled.

Sven then make his way In. He walk through the security room, the hall of portraits, and finally, the kitchen. He stopped there for a bit, looking at the drawer. He then turns around and open up the drawer where he knew a bottle of alcohol would be there. He takes it and looks at it for a while. His face seems like he had no emotions, it's pale, but you could see through his face that he's… tired.

Sven continue walking and bringing the alcohol. He's going to his room.

---

An hour and a half has passed, and there is no sign of Sven yet. Charles keeps on looking around. The party already going since around 30 minutes ago. Charles bit his lips for a bit, worried if there's really something wrong with sven.

He takes a sip of the berry punch as he holding one cup of it.

"Sven, where are you?" He whispered to himself.

A toppat named Carol Cross approach Charles from behind. "Where's sven?" She asked.

"Oh! Miss Carol!" He waved his hand to her, and then immediately scratched his head. "I uh, not sure, I haven't see him anyway around this place".

"Hmm, you should go and find him, don't wanna make him missed tonight."

"Yeah, maybe I should" He put his cup on the table. "Cya around Miss carol, and enjoy the party!". Charles immediately left the cafeteria and try to look for Sven everywhere. It'll took him a while since the airship is really big, he could be anywhere.

After a while, he still couldn't find him, until he walked over to their room.

"Sven? Are you here?" Charles opened the door to their room and look inside.

As he though, he was on their room, sitting on the chair right in front of his small desk beside his bed. But is he drinking by himself??

"Uhh… Sven, are you drunk?" He asked as he approach him. He saw a bottle of alcohol beside him that's almost empty. Sven usually can't handle to much alcohol, a couple of small cup can already made him drunk alright.

He sits next to him. "Are.. you ok? You shouldn't drink by yourself sven".

" O-oh… burt, you're here—"

Burt?? Who is he talking about? He's clearly brunk very badly.

"Uhh, sven, it's me, Charles. You're ready drunk, aren't you?"

He then takes the bottle from sven to prevent him from drinking more. "You should stop now, you don't even recognize me that well" He put the bottle away.

Sven looks at sven, his face really looking like a zombie who just came back to life. He smiled as he saw Charles.

"S-stop joking around—– I know that's you Burt-" He hiccups every now and then.

"Heh, you're so silly Burt… I know it's you.." Sven turned his head back to the cup he's holding.

"You'll always found me whenever I'm like.. This—- I know I've only saw you a couple hours ago…But for some reason… i missed you.. So— much.."

Charles has no clue what he's talking about. But then he somehow remember something. Sven once mentioned he used had a friend from high school maybe? He said they're really close friend. One thing he know that sven missed them too, so, Charles assume he think he's the old friend of sven???

A sob could be heard from sven.

"I…Always wanted to tell you something… b-but— I'm always to coward.."

Charles kinda feels bad for him. He then patted sven's back. "Sven, snap out of it, it's me, Charles, you should get some rest and—–" Before he finish his sentence,he could feel that Sven is about to pass out in any moment. "Woah, sven-"

"I know I know… but B-burt.. Before I Pass out, at least let me tell you h-how I—–"

Without any warning, sven grabbed Charles hand and dragged him really closed to him.

"S-sven!?"

Again, without any warning, sven pulled Charles closer as he kissed him on the lips for like 5 second.

What. The. Heck!?!?!???? Did he just..!?

Sven then immediately fall as he fainted. Charles quickly grab him before he fell to the floor.

Charles's face became RED. He didn't know what the hell just happened. Did his friend just kissed him!? That was unpredictable. He couldn't believe that.

"Wh— what was that…!?"

He never and didn't have that kind of feeling towards Sven, so that's not the reason he blushed. Sven literally just took Charles's first kiss. And that's at least how Charles feel about it. He rubs his mouth as in, he wish that never happened. He didn't want his first kiss to be from his great friend.

But at the same time, he still feel bad for Sven. He once mentioned that he used to have this friend on high school and rhat they've separated from each others for so long, with sven still have this feeling for them. At least that's what Charles assume.

Charles sighed. The blush on his face started to fade away as he calmed down.

"W-well, guess sven will missed tonight's party."

Charles then picks up Sven and lay him down on his bed. He put the blanket on him.

After that Charles tried his best NOT to mention that even happened or even slipped through his mouth as he foes back to the party.

---

The sun is rising, another day has come.

The party was a blast last night, but to bad sven missed all of it.

Sven slowly opens his eyes ashe waking up. Yawning and rubs his eyes before sitting down. He feels a bit dizzy, but can't quite remember what happened last night.

Oh wait, think he did, he remember that he drank by himself on the room until he passed out. At least that's how he remembers it.

As Sven was still sitting on his bed,Charles came in the room while having himself a cup of coffee. He then saw Sven.

"O-oh, morning there sven!" He waved his hand at him, highly hoping he didn't remember what happened last night. He sat down on his own bed.

"Morning Charles, didn't expect you to wake up sooner than me" Said sven as he stretched his arms.

"Oh, yeah, uh, well, you were really tired yesterday, so, that's explain why you over slept?" He takes a sip from his hot coffee.

"Heh, pretty much, I was kinda uh, drunk last night and passed out"

Phew, He didn't remember THAT. Charles relief.

"Yeah-" Charles then change the topic in a second to prevent him from trying to remember that night.

"H-hey sven! You totally missed the party! As I said, it was the greatest!" He said as he smiles brightly.

"Oh really?" He smiled back to him. "Tell me about it then.

Charles then when on telling Sven everything that happened on the party, really detailed. From where Charles went off to inform the others about doing a party, until the party ended and everyone have to clean them up after it.

Days has passed, and Sven haven't remember what has happened that night. So Charles decided to keep it a secret to himself, until now.

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Welp, that's all of the fantic! I hope you enjoyed this, and tha k you so much for putting your time to read this all t he way down here! I really appreciate it!✨✨✨

#after valiant hero #henry stickmin #the henry stickmin collection #the toppat clan #henry stickmin valiant hero #charles calvin #henry stickmin charles #sven svensson #henry stickmin fantic #henry stickmin AU #burt curtis #sven x burt #sven x charles???

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spriteandnicotine · 4 years

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Sweater Weather

A/N: It is official that August is national I Love Ukai Keishin Month for me. Forgive me in advance because my smooth brain has the attention span of a goldfish. Obviously doing this for the Haikyuu-Creations Monthly Prompt Event, which you can still enter here! (insert link) I also would like to thank @hairbleachwhore @revasserium and @cherryonigiri for being my beta readers. It’s also been a while but I’m doing alright I promise.

Prompt: As the chilly weather rolls in, A notices that B is shivering. A can’t help but take both of B’s hands into the long sleeves of A’s sweater to warm them up. “It’s too cold, huh? Do you want my sweater?”/”Are you cold? Can I hold your hands to warm you up?”

Fandom: Haikyuu!

Pairing: Ukai Keishin x GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: A little under 1.3K <3

With a pumpkin spice latte in one hand and an ice cold bottle of water in the other; you make your way down the block towards your boyfriend, Ukai Keishin’s apartment.

The weather outside is cool and the light from the sun is disappearing behind the tree line. The wind starts to pick up, causing goosebumps to rise along your exposed arms.

You reach the apartment just as the sensation of pins and needles prickle the hand holding the bottle of water. Releasing one finger from the grip around the latte, you ring the doorbell. Not even a minute passes before Ukai appears before you, wearing a white and black knit striped sweater.

You pass him the latte and give him a kiss before the two of you move onto the couch. In order to compensate for the chilled hand, you decide to slide it underneath your thigh.

“Babe, are you cold?” Ukai asks, staring at the goosebumps on your arms.

Not wanting to concern him, you simply shake your head no, but at that same moment a chill runs down your spine from the AC kicking on right above you, and your teeth begin to chatter.

“Okay, obviously you’re cold. Maybe my sweater and a blanket will keep the both of us warm. I will cook you some ramen as well if you would like,” as he finishes saying this, he slowly lifts his sweater up over his head and signals for you to hold your arms up.

Once his soft, bare chest is revealed, he grabs your arm and holds it up in the air, while you take the water bottle from your other hand and set it to the side before lifting that arm as well, while he grabs the sweater and slides it over your shivering body.

He then disappears into his bedroom and returns moments later with a Karasuno blanket he received last year when the boys graduated. They made it by tying knots with black, blue and orange fabric together until it was a cohesive piece.

He grabs the remote and turns on the TV, getting ready to binge watch Netflix, Hulu, or Amazon Prime, which is normal for a night in with your boyfriend.

He’s been getting more into vaping as of recent, trying to quit smoking cigarettes because they are finally beginning to affect his lung function. As the show plays and you cuddle into him, a cloud of vapor floats the aroma of pink lemonade up your nostrils. You take a drink of water in an attempt to quench your thirst.

Once done drinking, you sit up a little bit and wrap your hands around his neck, causing him to shiver from the cold one that was holding the water bottle. He grabs the cool hand and takes it in his.

“Babe, your hands are so cold, let me warm them up with mine, please?” he asks sweetly.

You can’t help but melt into his embrace, using your other hand to trace lines up and down his chest, savoring the smooth skin beneath your fingertips.

Once your hand is warmer, you snake your right arm around his back, while placing your left hand on his sternum. He wraps an arm around your body, resting his hand on your shoulder. You lay your head on him, allowing him to lightly tug at your hair while drinking in his scent.

He takes another hit from his vape and the two of you hang out for the rest of the evening, eventually eating ramen together and having some snacks while watching TV. He makes sure that you know he appreciates bringing him the pumpkin spice latte. It’s one of his favorites. He even got a picture of it tattooed on his arm in attempts to cheer you up one day.

He also recently began stretching his ears, and as of right now they were big enough to stick a pinky finger through. The most comforting thing, though, is just listening to him talk, whether it be something serious or just something random he couldn’t get out of his head.

Your favorite thing to listen to him do is sing. He really enjoys rock music in general, and the two of you go to concerts, the majority of them playing in the fall. The next date you have officially planned out is going to the apple orchard and creating home-made apple pie and apple cider to share with his relatives.

“Hey, Y/N?” he asks, moving just enough to kiss your forehead.

You look into his eyes to show him you are paying attention.

“You know I love our Netflix parties, but I really love our Karaoke dates. Would you be down to sing a few duets?” he asks, pausing the TV mid-question.

He switches over to the channel the karaoke machine is attached to, and starts up the Elvis Presley song “Can’t Help Falling in Love.” He takes the mic in his right hand and softly begins to sing, and you join in to make beautiful harmonies with him.

As the song comes to a close, you can hear a knocking coming from the door. Ukai stands up and starts to walk over, still shirtless.

“Babe, put a shirt on!” you say quietly, yet sternly.

He runs to the bedroom and comes back moments later, the knocking proceeding to become even louder. Suddenly, his phone begins to ring, and the caller ID shows that Hinata is calling. The pieces come together, and Ukai opens the front door, allowing a visibly cold red-head into the apartment.

“Hinata, what’s going on?” he asks.

“M-my house is too far f-f-for me to walk and it-t started to rain and get cold outside. Do you m-m-mind if I stay here until my parents can c-c-c-come and get me?” he asks.

You take the blanket from around your body and lay it against the top of the couch. Ukai takes a towel from the bathroom closet and hands it to Hinata so he can remove the cold water particles from his hair. He then goes back into his bedroom and grabs a fresh change of clothes, handing them over to the sopping wet high schooler, and then points to the bathroom so he can change.

You aren’t even upset that date night ended this way. It just shows how much he cares for the students he coaches, even if he doesn’t like to make it known. Hinata comes back from the bathroom with his wet clothes in hand, and Ukai takes them and slides them into the dryer in an attempt to get the rain water out of his clothes before he has to leave.

You stand up and as the red-head stares at you, you become a bit self-conscious, knowing the sweater doesn’t necessarily match the rest of your outfit. You make your way over to the stove and pour some milk into a saucepan.

You then grab some hot cocoa mix from the cabinet and mix it throughout the milk as it begins to heat up.

“So Coach, this is your girlfriend you talk so much about huh?” the kid asks, and the heat rises immediately to your cheeks.

“Well, about that,” he starts, digging into his pocket and fishing a small black box out of his pocket.

“Y/N we have been together a while now, and I know that I want to spend the rest of my life together with you… wanna get married?”

Tears well up in your eyes and you nod your head, managing to choke out a, “Yes,” between your happy sobs.

Hinata’s parents show up shortly after he finishes his hot cocoa, and once he is gone the two of you move to the bedroom to celebrate.

Taglist: @tamcitrus @strawbirb @onthe-virge @mira-astralis

#haikyuucreations #spritewrites #ukai fluff #fluff #ukai #haikyuu #haikyu #hq

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laminy · 4 years

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Can I have a snippet of Ben Being sick and having a really high fever and is delirious and maybe Gwil was visiting Rami and Joe. So when he comes back Ben is onthe couch so Gwil kinda freaks out and then takes care of him? (maybe you could bring some to the hospital because of what happened to rami) ples 🥺

(I didn’t send him to the hospital because Ben already went in can barely stand on my feet, but here’s the rest)

As Gwil starts the short walk to the flat from the train station, he’s sort of surprised that Ben hasn’t messaged him back in awhile. Not that he thinks Ben needs to be sitting around waiting for him, but still – Ben knew that he was coming back from London today. Gwil just assumes Ben is at the library, or doing some reading at home, and just hasn’t checked his mobile in awhile.

He jogs across the street, taking out his keys. He opens the front door, carefully closing it behind him, and then heads up the stairs. As he unlocks the door to their flat, he calls out, “love?” He steps inside and takes off his shoes, and smiles when he sees Ben curled up on the sofa, asleep, one arm hanging down towards the floor, where Mustardseed is curled up. Gwil walks over and crouches down, giving her a quick pet, and then he leans in towards Ben. “Hello,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to Ben’s forehead. He immediately frowns and reaches out, pressing his hand to Ben’s forehead. “Love?” he asks softly.

Ben stirs on the sofa, and after a moment, his eyes slowly open, blinking wearily, looking up at Gwil. “Hi,” he says, voice scratchy and rough. “You’re back.”

“I am,” Gwil nods. He kneels beside the sofa, looking at Ben. “What’s going on? Why didn’t – how long have you been sick?” he asks.

“Last night,” Ben says, and he shifts a bit, starting to cough. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine,” Gwil says. “Love, if it’s pneumonia–”

“Just the flu,” Ben says, and he reaches up, rubbing at his throat.

“You say just the flu as if that’s not bad enough,” Gwil says. “Love, I…” Gwil leans in, resting his head against Ben’s chest, snuggling against him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Knew you’d be home.” Ben says. “No point in worrying.” He sniffles and then coughs again. “Just tired.”

“Yeah?” Gwil asks, lifting his head. “How are you – ” He looks around a bit. “Why aren’t you upstairs, near the loo?”

“The cats needed food,” Ben says, coughing. “Had to come down anyway.”

Gwil smiles faintly at that, and then sighs. “Alright,” he says, and he reaches out, taking the blankets off Ben’s lap, and then moving his hands to his waist. “Up we go, we’re sitting up.”

“My head hurts,” Ben murmurs as he pushes himself up.

“Come on,” Gwil says, “you’ll feel better upstairs.”

Ben groans at that, rubbing at his eyes, sniffling again. He reaches out, holding onto Gwil, letting Gwil help him stand.

“You’re warm,” Gwil says softly, rubbing Ben’s back.

Ben nods, and starts slowly moving towards the staircase, taking tiny steps. “How was London?” he asks.

“Just fine,” Gwil says. “Everyone’s alright.”

“Mm, okay,” Ben says, and he reaches out, hand pressed against the wall as they start taking the stairs. “I’m sorry I couldn’t go.”

“Maybe better that you didn’t,” Gwil says, “if this is how you’re feeling.”

“I could’ve gotten the baby sick,” Ben says, and Gwil nods.

“It’s alright though,” Gwil says. “Up we go, just there.”

“Can cats catch the flu?” Ben asks, and Gwil smiles.

“I don’t think you have to worry about them getting sick, love,” Gwil says.

“What about you?” Ben asks.

“We’ll figure that out if it happens,” Gwil says. “I’m fine. Survived the Spanish Flu, didn’t I?”

“Oh god,” Ben mutters, and Gwil laughs. Ben coughs as Gwil leads him into the bedroom, and he reaches out weakly towards the bed, crawling up the mattress.

“Would probably be easier if you’re under the blankets, love, but alright.”

Ben groans, rolling onto his back. “Can’t move,” he says.

“Have you eaten anything?” Gwil asks, sitting down on the edge of the mattress. Ben doesn’t respond, just takes a deep sniffling breath and ends up coughing. “When’s the last time you had something to drink?”

Ben looks over at Gwil, blinking a few times. “I was just on the sofa.”

Gwil frowns a bit, reaching out to press his hand to Ben’s forehead again. “I’m going to get you something to drink, and you’re going to rest while I make you something to eat.”

“I missed you,” Ben says softly, and Gwil smiles, leaning in to kiss Ben’s cheek.

“I know,” Gwil says, “I missed you too.” He rests against Ben for a moment, and then lifts himself up. “Do you want the cats in here?” he asks.

Ben groans. “They like you better than me anyway.”

Gwil laughs. “That’s not true now, come on.” He stands up and walks over to the wardrobe, grabbing a couple extra blankets, walking back to the bed. If he can’t get Ben under the blankets on the bed, he’ll just cover him up. He carefully tucks Ben in, smiling down at him. “Are you alright, love?” he asks.

“I was sick in the sink earlier,” Ben says. “I think I cleaned it up, but…I’m sorry.”

Gwil nods. “I really wish you’d rang me. I’m surprised you didn’t, I know you hate being sick.”

“I’m dying,” Ben says, starting to cough again, and Gwil smiles.

“Well, I certainly hope that’s not the case,” he says. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

Ben nods, murmuring a quiet sound, shifting under the blankets, letting his eyes close. Gwil smiles, watching him for a few more moments, before he heads back downstairs.

#answering asks #snippet headcanon #harlee

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humansofstarshollow · 5 years

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I like to think that instead of Lane getting pregnant with Zack’s kids she leaves stars hollow to live with Rory in New York, forms another band that gains some decent traction and eventually becomes successful in the indie rock scene. Years pass, boyfriends and girlfriends come and go, some more serious than others. Then one day she’s doing a show and sees a familiar face. It’s Dave Rygalski. She invites him backstage and they talk all night, as if no time had passed at all.

THIS is a great post and i can totally picture it in my head. no doubt, it would have been a better development than the pregnancy (and i mean all of it, no just ending up with lovely Dave).

what should have been or -the things we’ve been robbed of in the show and how others could have been better. a whole three chapters are dedicated to Lane, fyi.

[long-ish post]

———

“Dave? Dave Rygalski?!”

“Wow, Lane! I- uh, hi!”

“Wow indeed. It’s been what, a decade?”

“More like seven years or so but; it sure could have been twenty, though. You looked incredible up there!”

“Oh, thank you! The crowd was a good one, tonight. That’s quite an important part of a successful show.”

“That is very true. Remember that one time we performed at that kid’s eleventh birthday? Toughest crowd ever. I’m still surprised they didn’t throw cupcakes at us.”

“Believe me, Jace has grown up to be every bit of the idiot he was at eleven.”

“Fun times in Stars Hollow.”

“I’m not too up to date with all the gossip but Miss Patty provides good enough details in her weekly newsletter.”

“You’re not living in Stars Hollow anymore?”

“No. I moved to New York with Rory after she graduated from Yale.”

“That’s cool. Uhm, how’s Rory doing?”

“She got her job at the New York Times so, you know...”

“That’s wonderful news.”

“Yeah. What about you?”

“I- well, I graduated from Stanford and got accepted into Columbia for a master in engineering.”

“Well, shit. That’s impressive!”

“Thank you.”

“So, do you still play or..? I assume school must take pretty much msot of your time.”

“Actually, I’ve double majored in Mathematics and Composition which means that, yeah, I’ve pretty much spent half the time in my happy place.”

“Holy- color me impressed for real, now!”

“Haha. It does make me sound cooler, i admit. But tell me about you, Lane.”

“Eh, not as much to tell. I worked at Luke’s for a few years after moving out and-“

“You moved out?!”

“I did. I love my mom but, well, you’ve met her.”

“Can’t say i blame you. So, you moved out and got a job.”

“Saved money, moved to NY, found another job as a waitress, formed a band that ended up being lowkey successful and here we are.”

“You formed this awesome band?!”

“I mean, i only posted an ad on a social; our talent did the rest.”

“Details. This is amazing, Lane! You guys rock!”

“Thanks, Dave.”

...

“So, how busy are your days?”

“Uhm, not too awful actually. I mostly work the morning and lunch shifts so that I’ve got the rest of the day to dedicate to rehearsals with the band.”

“Oh, that’s good.”

“Yeah, well, i hope I won’t have to work any shift, someday soon, and be able to fully focus on my music only.”

“Isn’t that everyone’s dream?”

“I guess you’re right, there. Though, i know that day will come.”

“I have no doubts either, after watching tonight’s show.”

“Thanks.”

“Sure. I- uh- would you, uhm, would you be able to squeeze a coffee in your schedule , someday next week? If you’d like to hang out, that is. I don’t wanna assume.”

“I’m sure i can make the time for a dear old friend.”

“Cool.”

...

“How’s your coffee?”

“Pretty good, yeah. I’ve never been to this cafe before.”

“I, onthe other hand, spend at least half my weeks in here considering it’s close enough to my faculty that i can grab a quick cup or spend a few hours in between classes.”

“Nice.”

“I guess New York did help me channel my inner Lorelai Gilmore.”

“Boy, i hope not. That woman has a problem, i swear.”

“New York has a speed of its own, Lane. How am I supposed to survive otherwise? Anyways, tell me more about the band.”

...

“At the risk of sounding blunt- Dave, are you seeing anyone?”

“Honestly, college did demand lots of my time and attention hence i have gone on a handful of dates but nothing too serious, no. As of now, though, i am still trying to adjust to the city. By myself.”

“I see.”

“You?”

“Well, I’ve dated here and there, mostly after moving out here. I’ve entered a couple of semi-serious relationships but I’m currently not committed to anybody but my music.”

“That’s very good to know.”

...

and this is how Lane managed to get her happily ever after with the sweet, dorky, charming, smart Dave.

#lane x dave #humansofstarshollow #humansofstarshollow personal #gilmore girls #humansofstarshollow headcanons #humansofstarshollow anon #humansofstarshollow asks

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aaaerynwrites · 5 years

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Can I get the host club with a s/o that’s from America and then trying to get used to Japanese culture. (Also thank you for writing for the host club)

Sure thing!

Tamaki

You came to Ouran High School as an American exchange student and met him during your first visit to the host club

Once he found out you were American, he bombarded you with questions and pretty much wouldn't leave your side

"What kind of coffee do you drink in America??"

He was oblivious to your discomfort and the fact that the other girls were getting jealous

You had to admit, though, it was kinda cute how interested he was

You explained to him that the whole existence of a Host Club was strange to you, and they didn't have schools for the rich like Ouran in America

You tell him that you got into Ouran as a study abroad for exceptional students

"Oh, so you're like Haruhi!"

You don't know who Haruhi is yet but you just go along with it anyways

Were all Japanese boys this...energetic?

Well, you get to know him better and the two of you start dating

He starts to take you out on walks through town after school to show you all of the businesses and the like

It's the high end of town, of course. Tamaki wouldn't settle for anything but the best (especially for you)

He had to give you a good first impression of Japan after all!

"This is a ramen shop! Have you ever tried it before?"

"Only the instant kind..."

And before you even realized what was happening, he was dragging you inside

When you had your ramen sitting in front of you, you realized you had no idea how to eat it. Or even use chopsticks

You used one of the sticks to poke the food on your bowl and bring it to your mouth. Like how you'd use a fork

Tamaki looked at you oddly and just kinda laughed

"Haha, you're not supposed to use them like that! Have you never used chopsticks before? I figured they'd at least have Japanese restaurants in America..."

"They do, but I never really got to visit one. I lived in a small town."

Tamaki teaches you how to hold the chopsticks properly, with much trial and error

It was a bit shocking to you that he had this kinder, gentler side to him

You finally got the hang of it and resumed eating while Tamaki slurped up the remaining ramen in his bowl

"Wait...so it's rude to use chopsticks the wrong way but it's fine to slurp food really loudly on a restaurant?"

"Pretty much."

Japanese culture is definitely a bit confusing

Kyouya

He quickly took notice on all of the non-Japanese things you would do and wouldn't hesitate to correct you immediately

You two stuck around eachother a lot, and he didn't want your actions to embarrass him

One afternoon the two of you were at the train station waiting the next train to pull in

Kyouya holds your hand, knowing it was likely you would get lost in the crowd of people

When a train arrived and the doors opened, you were shocked to see how full it was. There was hardly even space for anyone to breathe

You looked at Kyouya, a little disappointed

"Guess we'll have to wait for the next one, huh?"

Kyouya looked at you a little weird

"No?"

He pulled you into the packed train. The two of you squeezed somewhere into the middle, Kyouya holding you tightly against him with one arm and holding the hand rail with the other

Okay...this was a new experience

You looked up to him and whispered

"Why is it so packed?"

"What are you talking about? It's always like this."

And then he gently places a finger to your lips

"And it isn't customary for people to talk on the train. So hush up."

He's truly the king of tough love

Hikaru

He knows a bit about America from his parents

And he knows that there are definitely some cultural differences, so he's not surprised to see you a little confused while you're in Japan

The two of you are out at a festival

You notice that the stalls are all numbered

One, two, three...five?

"Hey, Hikaru, where's the fourth stall?"

He looks surprised to hear you say that and puts his hand over your mouth

"Don't say that so loud!"

"Why not? It was just a question."

He drags you behind one of the stalls where there are no other people and whispers to you

"You're not supposed to talk about the number four. It's an unlucky number in Japan."

"So they even go so far as to erase it completely?"

Hikaru nods

Throughout the rest of the festival, as the two of you walk around, you point out to eachother any "missing" number fours you find

It's almost like a game the two of you made up

The two of you end up having a great time, though

And Hikaru continues to show you instances of Japanese culture all throughout the festival

Time passes by so quickly and you wished the festival didn't have to end

Kaoru

Like Hikaru, he expects you to be confused about Japanese Culture

He knows that America is vastly different

One morning you show up at his house to go on the date you two had planned

But he wasn't already up and waiting for you like he usually was

You go up to his room and gently knock onthe twins' door

"Kaoru? Hikaru?"

You open the door and Kaoru is lying in bed with his eyes closed and a thermometer in his mouth. Hikaru is sitting in a chair beside him, his hand on Kaoru's forehead

Hikaru notices you walking in

"Sorry, S/O. Looks like Kaoru caught a cold. Maybe you should reschedule your date-"

Kaoru sat up, brushing his brother's hand off his forehead

"I'm fine. I feel fine, I promise."

He insisted. Even if his voice sounded more nasally than usual

So the two of you head out, but not before Kaoru grabs a white paper mask he strung over his nose and mouth

"Kaoru, what do you need that for?"

"Huh? Oh, the mask? You've never seen these before, S/O?"

"No..."

"It's just to help prevent other people from getting sick. If I didn't have it, there's no way I'd be walking and holding hands with you right now. I would feel awful if you got sick because of me."

"You don't wear one at home, though."

"Hikaru and I are the only ones who are ever home, and he doesn't care."

Hikaru didn't care? Well, that sounded about right. If both of the twins got sick at the same time, the host club girls would probably go nuts over wanting to take care of them

What a strange sibling dynamic

The two of you get out into town and you find that there are actually quite a few people wearing masks as well

Kaoru didn't stick out as much as you thought he would

You figured that you'd better get one for the next time you got sick

It was really sweet how Kaoru took precautionary measures before being near you, though. He just wanted to protect you

Honey

He's so excited to show you everything!

Especially his favorite Japanese sweets/cakes

It's kinda overwhelming at first, but you enjoy getting to see him so excited

Are all Japanese boys this...childish?

But you realize-- no, Honey is just the exception

He takes you to a lot of his favorite shops and restaurants

So much cake

At one bakery in particular, Honey ordered almost one of everything off the menu and the bill reflected it

After Honey (well, Mori, actually) paid, you noticed something strange

"You don't leave a tip?"

Honey looked confused

"Huh? Why?"

"I don't know...the servers work really hard, you know?"

"That's why they get paid by the manager!"

"Oh-- in America, some servers only get paid with tips."

Both Honey and Mori looked at you as if you'd just said something especially odd

Yes, it was a little embarrassing to admit your country's unethical business practices

You sneakily left two dollars on the table anyway. It just felt so wrong not to

Honey saw you do it and gave you a huge hug as you walked out the door

"Aww, S/O! That was so nice of you! You're gonna have good luck for sure now!"

Mori

You were looking everywhere for Mori after school, and eventually found him in a classroom, cleaning off the whiteboard

"Mori, what are you doing? School ended half an hour ago!"

"It's my turn to clean today."

"...huh?"

He explained to you (in few words-- typical Mori fashion) that in Japan, students are required to clean up the classrooms after school. His class did it on a rotation, so a different student had to clean each day

"Uh...I still have a lot to do, and I wouldn't mind if you helped me."

He was blushing

"Oh, sure!"

You picked up a broom and the two of you cleaned together in comfortable silence

Though you couldn't help but wonder...when was your turn to clean? Did it already come and you missed it? Oops...

Mori could tell what you were thinking. Almost as if he could read your mind

Mori powers

"Don't worry, they know you're a foreigner and will be more lenient with you."

You felt relieved after his comment

You gave him a smile and it alllmost looked like he gave you one back

-Mod Luna 🌙

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writeuntilyourhandshurt · 4 years

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Put That Book Down.

"Oh fuck." Artezia whispered slowly, backing away from Leya, who was rolling on her back, very much ready to attack the man. He just sighed. "Okay, give- no, don't look at me like that." Leya simply stared. "Give me the mistletoe back." She didn't react. "God I can't deal with you." He dropped his shoulders, and made his way to Levi's room, knocking softly onto her door. Upon her soft invite, he walked in.

"Put that book down and come help me." He leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, a knowing smile ever present on his plum lips.

"What? Why?"

Artezia smirked.

"Dew's cat. She got ahold of the mistletoe. And soon enough she will make her way to the tree I managed to hide. Now, stop staring at me like I'm going to ask you to make gingerbread houses and come help me."

Levi groaned.

"Why dont you just ask Andrew?"

"Andrew is busy knitting. I wouldn't want to interrupt his hobbies. Besides, seeing you angry is way funnier. I feel bad for the boy, but your presence is more enjoyable."

"Fucking, okay fine-" Levi sighed herself off the bed, and let Artezia lead her to the living room. As soon as she walked in, Leya dropped the mistletoe making her way over to Levi, purring loudly.

"Oh, she likes everyone in this house aside for me." He rolled his eyes and made his way to the mistletoe, picking it up and letting it float to the ceiling, watching it hang itself.

Levi picked up the cat, cradling her in her arms and scritching under her chin.

"Do you still need me or did you bring me here just to show off your magic."

Artezia's smirk remained, but his eyebrows shot up.

"What do you take me for, my dear Miss L. I asked you out here for multiple reasons. The first one, of course, that...uh, very kind cat, and second… The Tree. The Christmas Tree. I don't celebrate it, Christmas. Mostly because of my birthday. I think it's stupid. However I know multiple people in this house do celebrate it. So they deserve to have a tree. Now, will you please help me with this? Unfortunately I've never done this, so I need help." Of course, spending most of his life on the streets, and then having to celebrate the end of the year by putting on shows for gape-mouthed onlookers left him with little to no understanding of Christmas. It was a foreign concept to him. A time of happiness, when people have to be nice to each other, even if just conditioned. It is a start, he thought, but he knew that regardless of the implications of "having to be good," nobody actually WAS good. Nobody cared. People will always be hungry animals, clawing at each other's throats for every little crumb of validation, money or power they might get. He hated humans, but he hated suffering even more. Which is why he agrees with Christmas, as he understood it, anyway. He didn't know about the baby Jesus. Nor did he care.

"Jee, okay. Well, bring the beast out. Let's see what tree you picked." At that Artezia nodded, a rather big pine flowing into the living room, and propping itself in the corner, in perfect view to anyone that came in.

"Will this one work?" He asked, proud of the tree he picked.

"Holy fuck, where did you find that thing?? Does Vezuvia even have these kinds of trees?" Levi looked at it, mouth agape.

"I don't s'ppose they do. It cost someone a trip to the south to fetch this bad boy. Thank Nuel for helping with setting it up." He lined a bunch of decorations on the table, all made of silver, gold and glass. All painted beautifully. "And also thank Nuel for sending us some decorations from the palace. Nadia also helped, which, we should thank Samuel for. He's the one that sneaked all of these out of the palace from under Lucio's nose. Who was kept busy by London." He looked at Levi, handing her a globe. "We made a whole plan to be able to get these. Don't let them go to waste.~" He picked one for himself, and placed it in the front of the tree.

"Fuck, okay, didn't know James Bond was in town. Why didn't y'all invite me? I have my shadows, you know?" She started decorating.

"I personally wanted to surprise you. I'm still not sure if I failed or not." He chuckled, wrapping tinsel around the tree.

She scoffed, simply punching him playfully in the shoulder.

"Fuckface."

"Oh, sorry, L, did you say something? I didnt hear you quite clearly."

"Yeah, whatever you say, Arty." Now it was Levi who smirked.

Artezia simply paused, his eyebrows twitching together. His right eye also twitched.

"Not during the holidays." He smiled. "Let's just make this tree look as good as us." He winked at her, and continued decorating. As time went on, the tree filled with all sorts of decorations, some more exotic, some more local each one placed nicely in the tree. Including some small sculpted figurines, in the form of everyone's familiars. All that was left was the star.

"Now, the star. Levi, will you do the honors?"

She smirked again.

"Why, because I'm taller than you?"

"Why, yes. Because you are taller than me." Artezia blushed, crossing his arms after handing her the star. Star which was something he made. It was thrumming with powerful magic in Levi's hands, glowing faintly in reaction to her shadows. After planting it on top of the tree, Levi came down with a soft "oof".

Little did she know, she was right under the mistletoe Artezia placed earlier.

"Beautiful." The man said, looking at Levi rather than the tree. And eagerly closing the place between them, he kissed her on the cheek. He could only chuckle at the blush spreading upon Levi's face, and brace for impact at the elbow fast approaching him. He slid out of the way of the incoming impact, but she was quicker, her knee meeting with his stomach. He doubled over, hugging himself, on his knees, and looking up at her. He wheezed.

He smiled through the pain, helping himself on the table and standing up.

"Watch the tree." He said, biting his lip. The tree lit up with small specks of light that surrounded it, coming from the star on top. They all sparkled faintly in the light of the living room. But come nightfall, they would give enough light to illuminate the whole tree.

"Holy shit Arty- that's- wow. Fuck you."

"What a way to thank me." He smiled again. "A lot of thing went wrong in my life. But you're the one thing that went right. Thank you for being here. And helping me, even though you didn't want to." He looked at her, something fond in his eyes. "You truly are the best."

"Oh, fuck off." She said, pulling him into a hug.

"Hm, no. I don't think I will." He replied, hugging her back.

(WELL HERE WE ARE. IM SORRY I SLACKED OFF ON THIS. AND I AM ALSO SORRY FOR IT BEING UTTERLY SHIT. I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS @trash-onthe-inside !!!! YOU ARE B A B Y TODAY, NO MORE GREMLIN, SO TAKE THIS FLUFF. YOU DESERVE IT.♡♡♡♡

-V. Brooks🌌)

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fmdxyoungjoo · 4 years

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if i'm legally able to say all of them, all of them. if you don't have time for my shit (understandable), then just ✉, ⁇, ✿, ø, &, ♀!

Text Message Memes: ACCEPTING!!

Send “✆” for a MORNING text.

{»»— ✼sweet ash ^^ } : good morning {»»— ✼sweet ash ^^ } : i’ve made breakfast! pancakes with maple syrup and a hot cup of coffee-- {»»— ✼sweet ash ^^ } : be careful not to burn yourself! the coffee is still hot!

...

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

Dated back in 2017 ; Mid-2017, few days post breakup

{»»— ✼sweet ash ^^ } : ash, i miss you. {»»— ✼sweet ash ^^ } : i’m sorry that i couldn’t love you enough.

it was a foolish notion to have wanted to write something of that kind to ash, joo knows, buried under her blankets and the light of the phone illuminating her delicate face. what was done was done, and finally she let her tears fall.

...

Send “☎” for a RUSHED text.

{»»— ✼sweet ash ^^ } : imonmyway {»»— ✼sweet ash ^^ } : ohmygod i nearly missssed the train!! {»»— ✼sweet ash ^^ } : ㅠㅠ ㅠㅠ finally boarded in time, ignore those two messages please ㅠㅠ

...

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

{»»— ✼sweet ash ^^ } : do u think chving pasement is a gd iwea {»»— ✼sweet ash ^^ } : i wan na slep onthe pasement it looks gd

...

Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text.

{»»— ✼sweet ash ^^ } : i bought something new today. but i need someone to help me evaluate it out.

[[picture attachment sent]]

...

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

{»»— ✼sweet ash ^^ } : i just finished watching the movie you recommended. {»»— ✼sweet ash ^^ } : i swear i probably used a whole box of tissues in the process ㅠㅠ

...

Send “#” for a RANDOM text.

{»»— ✼sweet ash ^^ } : how long do you think it would take for both of us to come up with a complete melody for a composition? {»»— ✼sweet ash ^^ } : i timed myself, the last time i took it was 5 minutes, but that was under really inspirational circumstances. i’m not as talented as you are in that area either..

...

Send “@” for a SCARED text.

{»»— ✼sweet ash ^^ } : ash... {»»— ✼sweet ash ^^ } : i don’t know what to do. gold star..has put silhouette some sort of hiatus. {»»— ✼sweet ash ^^ } : they need to remarket us since our comeback wasn’t successful and i--i don’t know what to do. {»»— ✼sweet ash ^^ } : i have my member’s futures hanging in the line, and for once i’m just..terrified. {»»— ✼sweet ash ^^ } : we’re old and outdated, and no one really loves us anymore, what am i going to do?

...

Send “&” for a LOVING text.

Sent on December 24th, Ash’s birthday

{»»— ✼sweet ash ^^ } : HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE ONE AND ONLY ASH IN THE UNIVERSE! {»»— ✼sweet ash ^^ } : I love you ^^❤️ {»»— ✼sweet ash ^^ } : don’t forget you have a birthday date with me today--because i want to make it the best memory you’ve ever had for this year and the years to come

...

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

{»»— ✼sweet ash ^^ } : ever measured how long your legs are?...

Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.

{»»— ✼sweet ash ^^ } : WE’RE GOING ON A HOLIDAY TOMORROW! {»»— ✼sweet ash ^^ } : i’ll see you at the meeting place! {»»— ✼sweet ash ^^ } : don’t forget to bundle up! its cold!

...

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

{»»— ✼sweet ash ^^ } : don’t say that about him. {»»— ✼sweet ash ^^ } : he doesn’t have one paw bigger than the other! {»»— ✼sweet ash ^^ } : oh god, ignore those texts ash--

...Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

Dated back in 2017, few weeks post breakup

{»»— ✼sweet ash ^^ } : ash? {»»— ✼sweet ash ^^ } : i’m sorry i didn’t make you feel loved enough. it was all my fault. {»»— ✼sweet ash ^^ } : i’m sorry. {»»— ✼sweet ash ^^ } : are you--are you never going to talk to me again? if you don’t want us to talk anymore, you don’t have to reply......the next day

{»»— ✼sweet ash ^^ } : i guess...this is the end of the road for us, isn’t it? {»»— ✼sweet ash ^^ } : i love you, ash.goodbye.

#||MEMES**❆ frosted skies #||TEXT**❆ from ashes we rise #||ASH**❆ sweet cartharsis #((SOFT ASHJOO AND ANGSTY ASHJOO HOURS))#((the only thing i couldn't reply was the hate text because T-T joo can never hate ash))

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toocool2btrue · 5 years

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Rare Moments

Lance always took pride at his girlfriend's intellect. For him, she was the most smartest person in the universe and not just humans but a lot species agreed with him.

Unfortunately there was a time, that seemed more like a problem. They had started dating shortly before returning to earth and even before they had started dating, the pair of them had made several plans that they would implement upon after returning.

Unfortunately like always, life doesn't go as expected with a dangerous threat hanging over their lives. The paladins found themself busier than ever, a part of him missed the free time they used to have in space.

It was no surprise, that Pidge had become one of the busiest paladin. Her schedule had become overpacked, hardly leaving time for her to rest even.

But despite the tough schedule, Lance saw the joyful glint in her eyes, her smile could outmatch all the stars in the galaxy.

He didn't want to discourage her so he said nothing. So he kept quiet even though their time spent together became shorter and shorter.

One day as he got out of the training room, he was greeted with a pleasant surprise.

His favourite person was waiting for him.

"Pidge!" he greeted in delight, quickly pulling her into a hug.

"What are you doing here?, I thought you were busy today" he asked.

"A problem came up with the system. They are trying to fix it, so I decided to check up on my wonderful boyfriend" she teased.

He was kinda surprised that his girlfriend wasn't the one leading the operation.. not that he was complaining.

"So is the offer for lunch still up?" she asked slyly.

Lance grinned, taking her pale hand into his tanned one.

"Of course it is" he softly stated, kissing the top of her head.

Lance narrated his week's events, which mostly consisted of training or spending time with his family.

In turn, Pidge gave her usual snarky comments, which he secretly adored though he pretended to be annoyed.

"You should be worried my dear Pigeon" He warned.

"And why is that?" she inquired.

"I have been practicing and this time you don't stand a chance against me in Killbot Phantasm" he declared proudly.

"We can play right now and I will still beat you" she threatened with a confident smirk.

A small hope lit in his heart, he had been dying for a gaming night.

"Can we?" he asked hopefully.

Pidge shifted in her seat, her eyes fixed on her food tray.

"Depends on how long it will take to fix the system" she replied in a small voice.

"Oh" he mumbled, trying to hide his disappointment.

Uncomfortable silence hung in the air, as they quietly ate their lunch.

Pidge cautiously eyed her boyfriend who resembled a kicked puppy.

"Lance.." she started, he reluctantly looked up from his tray to meet her eyes.

"Holt!!" A stern voice called making the pair of them jump.

Iverson stood at the doorway of the cafeteria, there was a glare gracing his face.

What is he so mad about?

Lance wondered.

"Sir!" they greeted as he made his way towards their table.

"Holt, your brother has solved the 'problem'. Get back to work" he ordered marching off.

"That reminds me of our old cadet days" Lance joked, turning back to Pidge. She gave him a concerned look, biting her lower lip as Lance felt pang of guilt in his heart.

"Go, show them how it's done" he encouraged, affectionately ruffling her hair which earned him a grateful smile from her.

"I will try to see you soon" she nodded, pressing a quick kiss on his cheek before running off.

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As Allura ended her meeting, her eyes fell on the red paladin. He had hardly spoken at all, instead he stared at the table with a distant look in his eyes.

Allura waited patiently as the Garrison officers started to leave, She signaled Keith and Hunk to stay.

Red paladin finally stood up to take his leave as well, he managed to his friends a weak smirk along with his signature finger guns.

"Going to see Pidge?" Allura asked with an encouraging smile.

Lance shook his head with a sad smile, "She is busy today. I am going to have lunch with Ronnie"

The others nodded and Lance took his leave.

Allura resumed her original seat, "I have never seen him so unhappy" she confessed.

"Lance is like an open book sometimes. Even if he tries to hide it, it's eventually written all over his face" Hunk informed and the rest of the two silently agreed.

"He has been occupying himself a lot with training and helping the refugees"

"But man it's hard to catch a break these days, trying to modify human technology according to the advanced civilizations. Pidge and I have gone crazy" Hunk added.

"She is also helping Sam and Shiro with their operation. I am pretty sure that the meetings are the only time Keith and I see her" Allura stated worriedly.

"Bu

Keith sighed, "I ran into Pidge and Shiro in the morning. They both looked like they would fall apart any minute. The Garrison shouldn't be so hard on them!" he gritted his teeth in anger.

Allura squeezed his shoulder in comfort, "That is the price of war we have to pay" she softly stated.

"What's with the long face?" Veronica sternly asked, her blue eyes glared at him from behind her glasses.

"I don't know what your talking about?" he challenged turning back to his food.

"Looked inthe mirror recently?, You look like a grumpy old man"

Lance simply rolled his eyes at the comment, "I am just stressed out. After all there is a death threat hanging on our heads" he snapped.

Veronica's eyes widened in concern as she opted for a more softer way, "I understand that there is a chance we might not survive but acting this way is not the solution. We should be optimistic and try to spend as much time with our loved ones as possible"

"Unfortunately that is not really possible in my case" Lance grumbled.

"A-ha!" her blue eyes glinted mischeviously.

"I should have known it was something to do with the green paladin who has my little brother wrapped around her finger" she teased.

"Is everything alright between the two of you?" Veronica asked.

"Yeah, it's just that I haven't been able to spend time with her since we got back to earth and I really miss her.. I know it's selfish of me to think that way but I can't help with that!" he vented.

"Talk to her" Veronica simply stated.

"But she's busy" he objected.

Veronica rolled her eyes, it was time to give some older sister wisdom.

"From all I know, you two are crazy about eachother. You don't think she misses you as well?" She questioned.

"Now go and call her" she ordered.

______________________

Lance paced in his room, glaring at the phone in his hand. He couldn't believe the last time he had called her was two weeks ago but Ronnie was right, he needed to talk to her.

Communication is the key for a good relationship, right?

Finally he pressed the call option, he held his breath eager to hear the voice at the other end.

But no one answered..

He could feel the dreaded disappointed spreading in his heart. Without another thought, he threw his phone on the floor which mercifully landed on a pile of clothes.

He grabbed his jacket deciding that he needed to go on a long walk.

The weather beautifully mirrored his mood, the sky was covered with dark clouds and there was the occasional thundering.

It was no surprise to him, when water drops started falling on his face. His anger partly cooled as he remembered that it was the first time he was experiencing rain after coming back to earth.

He outstretched his palm, catching rain droplets in his hand. The wind had picked up it's might and blowed powerfully, beating against him.

Lance grinned, pushing his windswept hair back. Any sane person , would have returned home but he simply tugged his hoodie on his head and moved forward.

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The next morning Keith eyed his fellow paladin questionably as he stumbled.

"Everything alright?" Keith asked, Lance simply gave him a thumbs up and got back into position again.

Keith charged again, Lance deflected the first attack easily but was knocked off his feet at the second one.

"Why don't we take a break?" Keith suggested, Lance simply nodded dropping his bow staff.

He pinched his nose, trying to ignore his pounding headache, stretching his stiff muscles. He took a seat onthe floor taking a big gulp of water , he could feel Keith stare from the otherside of the room.

"What?" he asked wearily.

"Your sloppy today" Keith stated.

"Oh great leader forgive me" he teased.

Keith however looked unamused, "We were really making progress with your close combat skills but today you seem uncoordinated . Are you feeling ok?" he brought his hand forward in concern.

"I am fine" he weakly answered, as he staggered on his feet and grabbed his staff.

"You charge" Keith ordered, getting into a defensive position.

Lance closed his eyes trying his best to focus but the headache seem to be taking over his senses. He ignored his body's demand for rest as he moved forward, ready to attack.

Lance let out a cry charging towards with all the force he could muster, unfortunately his conscious finally gave in and the last thing he heard was Keith yelling his name before being engulfed by darkness.

_______________________

As the early morning light of the next day crept through the curtains.

A certain person groaned in his sleep, Lance finally regained conscious though his eyes only partly open. He tried to recall the hazy memories of the previous day and managed to remember that he was ill.

The headache was still present although now bearable, he could still feel the taste of the bitter medicine they had given him while he was half awake. He shifted slightly trying to get in a more comfortable position, every muscle in his body ached in response.

He tried to lift his left arm but was met with a strong tug. Curiously his eyes opened a bit wider to see a small pale hand holding onto his wrist with a tight grasp.

The tiredness suddenly vanished, as he sat straight in surprise. His expression immediately softened at the sight of Pidge in deep slumber, she was sleeping in a sitting position her back propped against her favourite green pillow which resided in his room.

He stifled a laugh seeing her glasses still resting over her closed eyes. He reached over and gently removed them not wanting to awake her.

After all a peaceful expression on her face was rare sight to see, sunlight gracefully showered on her giving her pale skin an angelic glow.

He simply sighed contently leaning closer to admire the beautiful sight.

Unfortunately the moment was short lived as Pidge slowly opened eyes and almost got a heart attack.

"Lance, what the hell!" She breathed, clutching her chest.

"Sorry" he chuckled, happiness blooming in his heart.

"How are you feeling now?" she asked, her eyes darkening in concern.

"Would you believe me? If I told you that the sight of your angelic face completely healed me" he teased, clasping her hands into his.

Pidge rolled her eyes in annoyance but smiled nonetheless.

"We need to get your eyes checked. Nothing is angelic about my face right now" she gestured to her exhausted appearance.

"Don't tell me you were up all night?" he asked.

"It's alright. Veronica was with me so I wasn't bored" she grinned mischeviously.

"So I heard you once tried to runaway from home with only a lunchbox and swimming trunks"

"I was just five. Cut me some slack" he pouted.

"Fine I will leave it..for now" she smirked.

Pidge glanced at her watch, "It's almost time for your medicine but you need to eat something first. Let me get something for you" she said getting up.

He nodded falling back into his comfortable bed, his eyes started growing heavier and he was about to fall asleep when suddenly Veronica arrived.

"Lance, finally your awake" she smiled.

"Hi Ronnie"

"You idiot!" she took a 180 degree turn and smacked him on the shoulder.

"Ow!" he groaned.

"Who told you to get drenched in the rain. Do you have any idea how worried we all were?"

"I am sorry" he mumbled rubbing his sore shoulder, the early guilt returned. He hadn't meant to get his family and friends worried at such a crucial time.

"It's alright." she waved off.

"Although.." she started her voice taking a softer tone. "Take care of her Lance. Your lucky to have her"

"I know" he replied, his heart filling with pride.

Just then the said person appeared balancing a tray of porridge and coffee while she lightly kicked the door open.

Veronica grinned, "I have to go attend a meeting now. I entrust this idiot in your care"

"You got it!" Pidge grinned, giving a mock salute.

Pidge took a seat beside Lance and handed him the bowl of porridge. He gave her a pleading look, sighing softly she took the bowl back.

"Don't get used to it" She teased, raising a spoon full of porridge to his mouth.

"Oh please you love this"

"I beg to differ" she said, raising another spoon full.

Lance simply rolled his eyes, his grin getting wider and wider. He hadn't felt this happy in a longtime.

But something heavier weighed in Pidge's heart.

"Lance.." she started, her eyes downcast.

"Hmm?"

"I am sorry" she mumbled.

"What?" he asked.

Pidge fidgeted, her eyes scanning the room.

"I haven't been fair to you. I know we planned alot of things for earth but we haven't been able to do any of those things much less even spend time together"

"Pidge..do you think I am mad at you for that?" he questioned softly.

She sighed stiffly.

"You might not be but still it wasn't as if you were happy with the arrangement" she added.

Lance chuckled, "Of course I wasn't happy I wasn't able to see my adorable girlfriend."

"But I know that the world needs you more than I do right now. So I didn't want to come in your way" he whispered the last part.

Pidge frowned at his statement, "You know who I need though?"

Lance quirked his eyebrow in curiousity.

"You. I need you" she stated firmly.

Blood rushed to his face and he doubted the heated cheeks had anything to do with his fever.

"Now Pidge. I thought I was the cheesy one in our relationship" he grinned.

"I am serious. My family, our friends and most importantly you help me stay grounded. The other night in the lab, I was overstressed and exhausted. A part of me felt like I was going crazy but then I saw your missed call. Believe it or not but it provided reassurance to me" she confessed.

"I tried calling you again but you weren't picking up and then I came by your room and you weren't there either. Then the next day you faint during training" her expression turns cold.

"You do love scaring the hell out of me!!" she raised her fist.

Lance weakly chuckled, "Now Honey. I can't be there for you, if you kill me"

Pidge lowered her fist, "Just don't do that again" she warned.

"Wouldn't even dream of it" he assured.

"Good" she declared pulling him into a tight hug.

A moment of unspoken words went between them. Pidge clung on to his neck tightly, He rubbed her back in comfort and when they finally pulled away, she gave him a small smile gesturing to her watch.

"It's time for your medicine. Then you should go back to sleep" she advised.

Lance shook his head stubbornly, "No way! I finally get to spend time with you and you want to go to sleep"

"How about we watch a movie?" she offered, picking up her trusty laptop.

Everyone in this world has a small world of their own, the one which gives them a reason to smile in the dark times. The world for which they would do anything to protect.

Even though they were in the middle of an intergalactic war and survival at times felt a far fetched dream.

Pidge still found hope at the sight of the person softly snoring beside her as she stroked his hair. Cherishing the rare moments they had..

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cherryvalances · 5 years

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STEVE RANDLE DESERVES BETTER THAN BEING TREATED LIKE AN EXTRA AND SHOULDN'T BE A FORGOTTEN CHARACTER

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You can fight me if you think Steve Randle isn’t a good and important character who deserves better than he is usually treated in this fandom.

Here’s a list of proof to remind you off the top of my head:

- Steve nearly collapsed in a sob when he saw Dallas get shot and die. One of his close friends. (Soda had to help calm him down). - He was pissed at Two bit when he thought Two was only upset about losing his blade. - He had red eyes during that part which tells that he must of been crying a lot since his buddies died. - When Ponyboy was actually going use a broken pop bottle to fight off socs around the end of the book, Two bit said him and STEVE was going back him up if he had needed it. - And back in very start Steve was pissed at Pony and asked why he was walking alone. Sure to Ponyboy that was annoying move because it got Darry go off at him and stuff but it’s also telling that he was worried about Pony walking around with socs about. - Steve would of totally walked with Pony and I bet it’s not only because he was Soda’s kid brother but he is apart the gang and basically a little brother to him. Sure annoying one but it’s stated the gang kinda grew up together so I doubt he care too much if it meant Pony didn’t get beat up. He gets annoyed by him but he doesn’t want see him hurt either - I 100% think age difference and them having to share Soda is the reason they didn’t get along otherwise they could of been closer than they originally were. - But I mean, he was 17 and Pony 14. I can say any 17 y/o would totally get annoyed by their friends little brother always hanging with them but who wouldn’t? Like that’s a normal thing and Pony thinks Darry hates him so I don’t think steve really hates him either just bother by him sometimes but it’s kinda understandable - In the movie when Pony is back the first thing Steve does is bear hug the hell out of him (it’s like 2am and pretty sure that was steve, im just going count it anyways. movie is still good Steve) - Steve in the movie also makes note on how he thinks Dally is going be upset they didn’t say anything on his police record in the papers after the fire because he knows his friends - Steve cares about his friends a lot but doesn’t show it off much because that’s just something you didn’t do back than in his kind of place. You kept emotions in to uphold a tough rep - Steve’s specialty is cars. He’s great with them, he knows them upside-down and backwards and the best at stealing hubcaps but that’s not his only defining character trait - He can drive anything on wheels - Soda wouldn’t put up with an asshole for friend (not forgetting they were the closest in the gang. i bet more than pony and Johnny were) so Steve was a great friend because of course he is - They have been friends since grade school - He would totally try be nicer to Pony just for Soda’s sake without Soda even having to ask him (pretty sure that’s cannon?? it better be or it is now at least) - Steve is a good person, a good friend, and a good man in a fight - He slept at Pony’s house on the couch when him and his old man had a fight and don’t even try tell me he didn’t feel like shit every time it happened - Even with the few bucks his dad gave him to make up for it he would still feel bad about it - He likes chocolate cake - He likes make a wisecrack every now and again - The book states he’s cocky - And SMART (he probably does good in school) - He was tall and lean with thick greasy hair he kept combed in complicated swirls also said in the book - He only worked part time at the DX but it was the same times as Soda as they always went together - And not even Pony could tell if their gas station was so popular just because how good Steve is with cars or just cause Soda’s handsomeness. I say it’s a strong mix of both “AIN’T NO GONNA CALL THE COPS IN THIS NEIGHBOURHOOD CAUSE THEY KNOW BETTR” - just man Steve Randle need I say more?

feel free to add more because he totally deserves more love (even though I said lot since i just really like his character and he needs more headcanon stuff on him)

- Steve was the first one to say they were going to avenge Johnny’s beating, not Dally. Steve was in the back of the gang walking in the yard and Steve yelled “Yeah, well don’t you worry Johnny ‘cause we’re gonna have it out with them.”

#( steve randle: canon )#( characterization )

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gamerwoo · 6 years

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Joshua: Rainbows and Butterflies

@fxllenforyxu asked: hey! i hope you dont mind if mind if i slip in here and request a witch au w/ joshua when you get a sec friend. c: i hope you’re having a good day/night!

Characters: Joshua x reader (gender neutral)

Genre/warnings: witch au, slice of life, fluff, crack, drunk antics, kinda vomiting but it’s rainbows

Word count: 1,560

Summary: After you met Joshua Hong, nothing was really normal. Even now, after you’re used to his weird antics, he still manages to find new things to throw at you. But you still wouldn’t trade it or him for anything.

The first time you met the strange boy, he was sitting at a table you were waiting. He was hitting on you by doing some magic tricks that were pretty cool, but extremely lame. His friends kept whacking his shoulder and tell him to stop, and that he was being really lame, but you just giggled and blushed as he handed you a piece of paper that you assumed he hid up his sleeve.

On it was his phone number, and the rest was history.

Joshua Hong was definitely something else -- literally. He wasn’t just any normal person, which was something he admitted on his third date after two dates prior that consisted of even more cheesy magic tricks. Josh was, in fact, a witch. However, you didn’t believe him at first, and just laughed in his face for about ten minutes.

“Come back to my place, I’ll show you,” he insisted.

You rolled your eyes, wiping under them to get rid of the tears from giggling so hard, “Sure, dude. This is just some dumb way to get me to sleep with you, right?”

“I’m serious, _____!” he insisted. “C’mon, just trust me.”

He grabbed your wrist and brought you over to his car that was parked in the lot. However, instead of opening the passenger side door for you, he dragged you over to the trunk.

“Hey, what’re you doing!” you shouted, yanking your wrist away.

“Relax,” he chuckled, popping it open and grabbing a broom out of it, “I’m just trying to prove my point to you.”

He closed the trunk before putting the handle of the broom between his legs. Then he gestured to the space between his body and the end of the handle in front of him. You just stared at him like he was stupid.

“What?” you finally asked.

He laughed, “Get on.”

“...Josh--”

“Just c’mere!” he insisted, reaching over and wrapping his arm around your waist.

He pulled you into the handle, so you sighed and swung a leg over. Josh put his arms on either side of you, gripping the handle in front of you. He noticed that you were just kind of standing there, not really hanging on, and he laughed at you again -- he seemed to be doing that a lot.

“You might wanna hang on,” he warned.

And then you felt the ground slowly fall away from you. Your eyes widened, squeezing the stick with your thighs so hard as your hands wrapped around the stick until your knuckles were white. But as you finally peeled your eyes away from the ground to look around, you noticed the ground wasn’t falling. You were flying.

“Joshua, what the hell!” you screeched.

“Just hang on and trust me,” he smirked before flying off toward his house.

After that night, how could you not believe him? Also after that night, you got very used to riding on his broom, and even loved it. You’d sit on the back of it with your arms around his waist, and whack him in the back whenever he’d try to start singing “A Whole New World” -- which was every single time (”What? You let me do it the first time!”).

You also decided that despite Joshua not necessarily being conventional, you still really liked him. So, he asked you out that night, and made a rose appear from thin air.

Not surprisingly, you found yourself staying at Joshua’s a lot -- actually, it was a bit of a surprise considering you were still kind of terrified to touch anything in his house. The first morning you had ever woken up in his bed beside him, you decided to go make waffles for him just because you wanted to be a good significant other.

There was just one problem: you forgot you were an awful cook. All of them were burnt -- some more than others, so you couldn’t even make that consistent -- but you still served them up to him when he wandered into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“They kind of suck, but...it’s the thought that counts, right?” you shrugged timidly.

“Syrup will probably make it better,” he reassured you. “There should be some in the fridge.”

But when you turned your back to dig through his refrigerator, Joshua had whispered a spell to himself before snapping his fingers, turning your waffles into fluffy, un-burnt waffles.

Six months of dating later, you and Joshua decided to move in together. Of course, you moved to his place considering his place had a lot of weird things to move that you didn’t want to explain to anybody who would have to assist in the moving process. However, when you got there with all your boxes, Joshua had simply enchanted them all to just float out of your trunk, up the driveway, and into the open door. You pouted at him with your arms crossed while he just smirked and continued to swing his finger in the air to lead the boxes to where they had to go -- and it didn’t help that he was lounging in the air while doing so.

After moving in with him, it wasn’t uncommon to come home to things like random animals in the house or purple smoke distributed throughout the rooms of the house (”whatever you do, breathe in through your mouth and not your nose!”) or that one time that you came home to see a pile of frogs all talking in Soonyoung’s voice only to find out that Soonyoung had been turned into a pile of frogs (”to be fair, he dared me to do it.”).

However, you had never once come home to your boyfriend laying in a puddle of rainbow-colored goop on the floor of the living room. The source of the goop seemed to be his mouth since there was a trail of it coming from Joshua’s mouth as he groaned.

“Josh!” you gasped, dropping your jacket on the floor and rushing over to him.

“Don’t...don’t s-step in the-therainbow,” he slurred, his eyes half-open.

You came to a halt right at the edge of the puddle, looking down at Joshua in concern, “Why...?”

“Iss not rainbow,” he paused to hiccup, “iss vomit.”

You made a face, backing away from the brightly-colored puddle, “Ew, Josh! What did you do?”

“Minghaocameover,” he giggled, “’‘n’ he brought--” another hiccup, “--wine!”

“So you got too drunk?” you guessed -- though you could’ve figured that from the slurred speech and the rainbow puke. “Look, can you tell me this story while I get you...hosed down or something.”

Joshua pushed himself to sit up before using the couch to boost himself to stand. You stood by with your arms out in case he slipped or just wobbled too much, but he seemed to be fine. He walked to you slowly, swaying with each step until he was right in front of you, grinning like an idiot.

“So,” he continued with his story, “Igot sick, an’ I triedto getitostop.”

“But you made it rainbows instead,” you figured, gripping the hem off his shirt and tugging it over his head to get rid of the stained material.

“Noooo, it turned into b-” hiccup, “butterflies. Buuut onthe bright side, that puke cleaneditselfup!”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking your head, “So how’d you get to rainbows from butterflies?”

“Magic, duh.”

“Yes, Mr.Witch-y Pants, I got that,” you nodded as you unbuttoned his pants to get those off too. They pooled around his ankles, and the act of getting him to step out of them without tripping was actually very tedious. “Just let me get you into the shower, okay?”

So you helped Joshua down the hall and into the shower after turning it on for him. You sat on the sink in case he fell -- thankfully, he didn’t -- and then let him dry off and get changed on his own.

Meanwhile, you went to put his clothes in the washing machine before cleaning up the rainbow puddle in the living room. Thankfully, it smelled nothing like vomit, and more like cotton candy and lemonade. Then you went to wait in the bedroom for your boyfriend.

Joshua walked into your bedroom a few minutes later with his boxers on backwards and inside-out, but you were just proud he didn’t put them on his head or something. He plopped down into bed beside you, nuzzling his face into your neck. You let your arms wrap around him as his wet hair brushed against your jaw.

“Thanks,” he murmured.

“For what?” you laughed softly, letting your fingers comb through his hair.

“For always putting up with my dumb antics,” he chuckled, seeming more sober now. “You know, I think you might be even more powerful than me.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes, “I’m just some human, Josh. I can’t be more powerful than you.”

He looked up at you, his cat-like eyes shining in the moonlight streaming in through the window, “It takes a pretty powerful person to put up with someone like me, so you are the most powerful person out there. And I love you.”

“I love you, but I don’t put up with you,” you frowned. He just gave you a skeptical look, so you shrugged and nodded. “Alright, maybe just a little.”

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teacupfulofstarshine · 6 years

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Headcannons for aristocrat Roman And Logan and chimney sweep Patton and Virgil!

FULL DISCLAIMER: i know absolutely batshit nothing about chimney sweeps or fireplaces but i’m committed now so here we go!!!

pairings: platonic lamp feels all around

tw: none that i can think of (also swearing bc i swear a lot, sorry peeps)

roman is seventeen, and he lives in the city, in a large, private mansion. he’s happy, well-loved by his family, but he’s also very lonely a lot of the time. his parents spend a lot of time running around doing aristocratic nonsense, so most of his interpersonal interaction comes from his caretakers. he’s also an only child, so there’s that.

logan is sixteen, and his parents are ambassadors. they’re out of the country a lot on diplomatic missions, and so they decide that rather than leave logan alone with their staff, he’s going to stay with his cousin, roman. logan and roman see each other about once a month or so, and roman is ecstatic to not be alone anymore.

(logan will never admit it, but he’s excited, too.)

they sleep in the same room, because roman’s room is fucking huge, and logan spends a huge chunk of time in the library, but he also hangs out with roman. he goes to the library when he gets overwhelmed by roman (not that it’s roman’s fault, but interpersonal interactions can be exhausting, and he’s an introvert with a headache).

he’s in there, one day, and it’s cold so he goes to light the fireplace, but before he can, there’s a thud and something falls into the fireplace. logan jumps back, grabs a fire poker, and desperately tries to remember the correct footing (roman has always been so much better at fencing than him).

the bundle moves, and logan flinches, but then it starts coughing and standing up and logan realizes that it’s a person. he tries to help the person up, but they shriek and jumps away from him, leaving sooty footprints on the library floor. it’s a boy, who looks about logan’s age, in dirty ash-stained clothes, face and hands and hair coated in soot. his eyes shine out of his face, wide and scared.

“oh fuck. oh fuck, oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck,” the boy whispers, and logan decides it would probably be a good idea to put the weapon down now. he sticks his hand out, and the other boy just kind of inspects him hesitantly.

“i’m logan,” he says. “you are?”

the other boy carefully takes logan’s hand, clearly trying to touch it as little as possible. “virgil. i’m the - i’m the chimney sweep. you’re new.”

“yes. roman is my cousin, i’m staying here temporarily. do you come down here often?” virgil takes a step back and averts his eyes.

“i like to look at the books,” he mutters. “it’s always empty in here, i’ve never run into anyone else before.”

“would you like to read one?”

virgil scuffs his feet around the carpet, trying his best not to scatter more ash on the carpet. “i … i can’t. read, i mean. i can’t read.”

logan is completely awestruck. he’s never met anyone who can’t read before. “i’ll teach you, if you want?”

virgil opens his mouth to respond, but then they hear voices, and virgil bolts back to the fireplace. before he goes, he tells logan, “i’ll come back tonight. tonight, around ten o’clock. will you meet me here and teach me to read?”

logan nods, and virgil grins, and then he scuttles back up the chimney and disappears. roman bursts into the library shouting, and it takes a few minutes for roman to calm down enough for logan to understand him.

it turns out he also met a boy in the fireplace. roman’s chimney sweep friend actually tripped and fell down the fireplace, but barring a few scrapes and bruises he wasn’t hurt at all. he was super peppy and cheerful and roman is very excited because the boy is coming back down his chimney tonight! at ten o’clock!

logan waits patiently for roman to get all his words out, and then he tells his cousin about the chimney sweep who dropped down the library chimney. roman claps his hands together and tells logan that he wants to meet this other boy, so they make an arrangement. logan will meet virgil and bring him to roman’s room, and they can all become friends together!

logan is slightly skeptical, but he agrees.

roman waits by his chimney eagerly, and ten o’clock comes and goes. finally, finally, at ten eighteen pm, there’s a suspicious rustling noise and patton straight up faceplants into the fireplace. he’s carrying a dirty old backpack, but inside it is a clean change of clothes.

roman helps patton scrub his face and hands and hair, and the water in the sink is pitch black when they’re done and patton is still kind of dirty. roman doesn’t care, he’s just so happy to have a friend! and then logan comes in, leading a slightly-cleaner, exactly-as-terrified virgil, and patton just gasps, “virge?”

“pat,” virgil whispers, and suddenly they’re meeting in the middle of the room and clinging to each other, and roman just kind of looks at logan because he’s pretty sure they’re both crying.

it turns out that virgil and patton know each other - they were best friends as kids, basically brothers. but they were both orphaned in the same tenement fire and separated, and they had to become chimney sweeps to earn a living. this is the first time they’ve seen each other in years.

(”how did you not see each other at this house cleaning the chimneys out?”

“i usually come on saturdays, not tuesdays.”

“plus, this house is fucking enormous, man, and we spend most of our time inside the chimneys anyway.”)

patton and virgil start swinging by multiple times a week, to hang out with roman and logan but also to see each other. there are several close calls, during which patton and virgil are nearly discovered and acquire multiple scrapes scrambling up the chimney, but they manage to keep everything under wraps.

(it’s easier than they expected it to be - roman’s parents are almost never around, so it’s just the servants they have to avoid. and the servants are used to roman acting strange, so they’re very good at just letting stuff go.)

the four of them grow incredibly close as a friend group - they kind of turn into a single unit. they become comfortable with each other. frequently, virgil will curl against logan and slowly learn how to read, with patton’s feet in his lap and patton’s head in roman’s lap as roman cards his hands through his hair.

slowly but surely, logan finds himself falling in love with virgil. he confesses this to roman, and roman freely spills about his massive crush on patton. (he’s mostly just relieved that they don’t both have a crush on the same person, bc that would be awkward)

but, it turns out, not NEARLY as awkward as virgil and patton sliding down the chimney at that exact moment, eyes wide, and roman and logan realize in the exact same instant that they have heard everything.

patton freely admits that he also likes roman, and when logan turns to virgil he elbows patton. “pat, i like roman! do you expect us to share?” logan is heartbroken until patton shoves virgil back and tells him to stop being an asshole, and virgil just laughs and crosses the room and carefully presses his mouth against logan’s cheek.

“i don’t wanna get dirt all over y - oh!”

logan doesn’t pay any attention to the grime on virgil’s clothes when he dips him down for a proper kiss. roman wolf-whistles in the background even as he sweeps a joyful patton into his arms.

(when roman comes of age and inherits the mansion, he lets virgil and patton move into the house. there’s a grand double-wedding in the spring, and they end up having to hire new chimney sweeps - not that anyone really minds.)

i hope you like this!!! again, i know NOTHING about chimney sweeps OR mansions, i just wanted soft happy gays! i hope you enjoy!!!

i love you all!!!

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shadowsnlace · 6 years

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Poly Rangiku x Rukia x female S/O (sfw ans nsfw)

Oh my! Rangiku and Rukia! I’m in need of a little R ‘n’ R, howabout y’all? Lol! And, OMG, I had a lot to say about this! I hope you all enjoythese gorgeous ladies!

SFW

* Rangiku is the one that met you first. It was while Rukia wasaway on a mission in the world of the living. She just kept inviting you tohave dinner and sake with her. You knew she was attracted to you. She doesn’thold anything back when she’s buzzed. She’s blunt – very blunt. More than once she made you blush with the things shetold you she wanted to do with you. Most of them were whispered in your ear onthe way home. You knew she was in a relationship with Rukia so you scratched itup to drunk flirting and made sure it never went further than talk. But, onceRukia got home she started joining you and Rangiku for dinner. (Rangiku hadwaited until Rukia returned to tell her about you.) You didn’t know thosedinners were “dates” but were quickly clued in when your fourth “date” hadRukia asking you if you’d be interested in formally dating them. You blinked alot, you couldn’t believe these two amazing women wanted you as a girlfriend.

* Three months later you were moving into the house that Rukiaand Rangiku shared. The three of you got along so well, you just knew thatliving together would be wonderful. A week later, you were ready to strangleRangiku. She has a habit of not picking up after herself. She leaves dirtylaundry on the floor, empty sake bottles all over the house, take awaycontainers and all manner of trash next tothe trash bin. You couldn’t believe it, “Rangiku, why can’t you just put trashin the bin?! It’s literally only six more inches away from where you left it!”She just shrugs, puts a used tissue on the counter and walks away. But, shedoes make up for her slobbish ways by doing all the necessity shopping. Thelist hangs on the fridge. Whatever you need, she makes sure you and Rukia getit. She also jokes that her bedroom skills make up for any lack of houseworkthat she does. However, come laundry day, she always helps.

* Rukia is often gone a lot so you and Rangiku spend a lot oftime together. It’s the same when Rangiku gets sent on a mission, you and Rukiaare left together. Both women love that you’re there for them when one partneris away. The emotional support system in your household is amazing. All threeof you never have to deal with anything alone.

* The bathroom and vanity situation in your home is alwaysbordering on chaos. All three of you use different products. You and Rukia keepyour stuff neatly tucked away in organizers. Rangiku has an organizer butleaves her stuff all over the vanity. More than once she’s had to replace aproduct that got knocked into the toilet.

* Living together, your menstrual cycles have all synced. Once amonth your home is a hormonal warzone. Rukia brought home some menstrual reliefmeds from the world of the living, so it’s not as bad as it could be, but thereare crying jags and snappy moments that thankfully don’t all happen at once. Bythe time you all crawl in bed together to sleep, you’re all back on good termshaving apologized for any bitchiness. Then it’s snuggles and soft words as youall slip off to sleep.

* Shopping for fashion and other goodies is something you all dotogether. It’s a special, fun day and one that both women will schedule so thatthey can have the day off for you all to spend it together. After breakfast,you head out. You take your time browsing all your favorite shops. Clothing,shoes, make up, books, candy, potions and lotions, no shop goes un-browsed. Allthree of you have saved your mad money for this day and you deny yourselvesnothing. (Rukia always wants to check the toy stores for anything bunny-relatedthat might interest her. She’s got a stuffed bunny that she sleeps with. Itgets put on the nightstand during sex and she will turn it away so it can’t“watch.”)

NSFW

* The first time you all made love, Rangiku and Rukia ended upplaying rock, paper, scissors to see who got to eat you out first. You laughedreally hard. Rukia won, but Rangiku still managed to “help”. She kept slidingher fingers down to pull back your folds for Rukia. Then she kissed her waydown there and you ended up with two tongues lapping at you. You pulled Rangiku’sleg over you and pulled her hips until you could lick and suck her clit. Shegave up helping Rukia, her moans took over and she just let you have your way.Rukia was surprised when you both came at the same time. She was even moresurprised when you both ganged up on her. Rangiku licked and fingered Rukiawhile you got to enjoy every moan while you kissed her. Her petite frame gotexplored by your hands and lips. When she came, she arched into you, clingingto you.

* Rukia is the queen of strap-ons. She really loves to fuck youand Rangiku and she is damn good at it. Seriously, she’s like a little rabbit –apt considering how much she loves them. (You often coo, kiss her softly andcall her your little bunny. In public it makes her blushy, but in private, it getsyou pinned to the nearest surface.) She will fuck you nice and slow, lean inclose so she can give you deep kisses. She likes a lot of eye contact andtelling you how much she loves you. (Those violet eyes never fail to mesmerizeyou.) That’s usually how it starts. But, soon she’ll turn you over on yourhands and knees – that’s when the rabbit appears. She likes to pull your hairwhile she rides you fast and deep. And she never fails to hit that spot insideyou that makes you wail. That’s when the dirty talk will start. It’s always questionsabout how you like what she’s doing and statements on how much she loves fuckingyour tight pussy. Most times Rangiku will watch, reaching over to fondle yourbreasts while she kisses your mouth. But, once in a while, she can’t resist thetwo of you – she gets under you so she can lick your clit while Rukia isfucking you. Be warned, once you cum, neither of them will stop. Rukia willslow down a little, but they’re both going to keep pleasuring you until youtell them to stop. It’s the same whenRukia is fucking Rangiku. You love to watch them together. Rangiku prefersriding Rukia reverse cowgirl so you can have access to her whole body. And youmake sure her breasts plenty of attention before you settle down to suck herclit while Rukia’s strap-on is buried to the base inside her. You’ve learned tomake sure you hold Rangiku’s thighs open when you do that, the first time youdid it, she clamped down on your head when she came – and she has some reallystrong legs.

* Rangiku prefers a more organic approach to sex. She prefersusing her body to make love to you and Rukia. She is really big on kisses. Herinstant turn-on is to kiss her slow and deep. She’ll moan in your mouth andstart pulling at your clothes. Put your hand in her hair and squeeze a bit, she’llpractically melt in your arms. Once you’re all in bed, she loves touching andkissing every inch of you. You always return the same attention to her. Shewill always give you lots of oral and fingering. It’s her favorite. She will rockyou through as many orgasms as she can before you have to wave her off. But, it’sstill not over. She’ll line herself up with you and scissor fuck you to anotherorgasm. There are times when she will use a toy on you, just because she likesto lay between your legs and watch it slide in and out of you – she likes tolook up and see Rukia licking your nipples. She does like to use a strap-on,but it’s something she has to be in the mood for. Usually, if she’s had a badday at work or is frustrated about something, that’s when you and Rukia areboth getting the strap-on treatment from her. She’s great at it too. She’s got aton of stamina and she will move your body into positions you never imagined.Once, you accidentally slipped off the bed with your hips and legs up – she plantedher hands on the floor around your head and used gravity to fuck you so deepthe moans were ripped out of you. When you and Rukia team up to make love toRangiku, you both have to keep her from taking over. She tends to be ratherdominant in bed, so you have to keep her distracted to keep her on her back andletting the two of you have your way with her. She loves having both of youmake love to her at the same time.

* Rukia likes to watch. She’ll deliberately hold out as long asshe can. By the time you or Rangiku pull her in for kisses, she’s so wound upshe practically devours your mouth. With her tiny frame, you and Rangiku tendto sandwich her between you. Once the oral orgasms have made her a shakingpuddle of goo, you and Rangiku will both use a strap-on to fuck her. You taketurns. You get to take her missionary, which you love because you can cage herin with your arms so you can kiss her deeply. Rangiku will take her cowgirl. Rukiais so light, Rangiku will often lift her up and down to get some extra forceinto the thrusts. Since Rukia likes anal, Rangiku will hug her close and getkisses while you lube up and slide into her ass. You control the pace. Slow atfirst then picking up the pace, it doesn’t take long before Rukia has her facein Rangiku’s neck and is screaming through a powerful orgasm.

* Bonus: You bought Rukia a bunny vibrator for her birthday,just because you couldn’t resist how cute it was and knew she’d love it. IfRangiku is away on a mission and it’s just the two of you, the rabbit getsbrought out. Rangiku doesn’t like it so you two only use it when she’s away.When Rukia is away, you and Rangiku enjoy some food play. Rukia thinks it’sgross and will flat refuse to let either of you slather anything edible on her.

* No matter how you’re all making love to each other, there is alwaysa lot of loving touches and slow kisses afterwards. If it’s late, clean upusually is limited to wash rags and towels. If it’s early, you’ll shower orsoak in a bath. The sex always ends with you all talking softly, usually jokingabout something funny that happened during your romp. But, before anyone candrift off to sleep words of love are spoken and driven home with a kiss thatspeaks more than words ever can.

#Bleach #bleach headcannons #Rukia Kuchiki #Rangiku Matsumoto #Poly relationship with female s/o #SFW/NSFW #lgbqt

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Catching up...

Rambles, not reviews.

I saw:

Highlander: The Source- Uhhh....no.

I usually start out teling something about this story. In this case I fear you would just start wondering the point of me babbling. If you don’t know the tv show that inspired it, you would be lost. If you do know the show you would be lost and annoyed. I’ll give you the gist of it anyway.

The world is in an apocalyptic state, complete with smoke machines being overworked in crumbling cities bands with a taste for human flesh wandering forests. The immortals, with the whole slice off each other’s heads because there can be only one introduced in a certain cult fave movie, are still about. Now they are obsessed with the legend of something mysteriously known as the source, an obsession ever heard of in the six seasons of the show despite hanging around lots of immortals.

Our main fella is all in a mope because his wife, a non-immortal, decided to leave him because his kind can’t have kids. So, in other words, she didn’t love him but loved the idea of breeding with a contibution of his DNA. Ths gal is in love with the idea of having a baby more than her fella with the magic body, and by magic I mean not so much he can be shot, stabbed, burned, crushed, and eat the food that’s been at the back of the fridge six months and still walk away from it. By magic I mean he won the lottery onthe asthetically pleasing front. If shooting blanks in bed is the only dealbreaker in their relationship, she is soooo not worth his brooding.

These “source” fanboys, including everybody’s beloved tvshowsupporting characters the ancient immortal Methos and the watcher (Slayers aren’t the only flukes with a non superpowered ancient observer cult shadowing them) turned bestie Joe...and also a couple immortal dudes we don’t know...keep insisting the master of moody must join their party of questers on the grounds he is the best of all the immortals. Or maybe they just think he’s best because the movie is called Highlander and he’s the only one that fits that description. It’s a toss up which.

Anyway, the estranged wife is having visions so she becomes the group’s guide. Remember, visions are never signs of psychological difficulties, but are clues from ... whatever... to the mystery prize. A Mad Max escapee goon that’s been chasing starts killing ‘em, and in the end it’s all some fertility treatment thing.

Yes I just spoiled it. You are welcome. Now you don’t need to watch.

Look, this is a bad movie, like MST3K level mocking was going on in this house.

But I have to make clear I REALLY liked the Highlander tv show. The original movie has it’s own wonderful cheesy Bmovie trash charms, and I liked it. But I liked the 1990s tv show spin off more. It was good! Honest!

I couldn’t have avoided the show with my brother basing his teenage persona on the hero. My brother grew his dark brown hair out in a ponytail, longer than my hair will even grow, fastened with this celtic design peice. He dressed like the hero and started having a build, not unlike a shorter version of the hero (his working out helped). He collected swords including a replica of the hero’s sword. (Yes, I do own a sword too, a nice one from the 1800s, but I didn’t get a stash). My parents and I were secretly amused by his trying to be like the character, bjt please follow our lead. If you see him don’t point out that the ponytail he still has started as a bit of adolescent copying, fanboy cool.

I say “fanboy” but I may have liked the show itself more than he did. I mean I liked it as stories about the joys and pains of immortality. I had fun noticing how the show had a different look when it was filmed in different countries (Canada and France) I delighted in the complicated shadings of the character Methos. You’d get flasbacks to the history of immortal characters and sword fights with pyrotechnic finishes. The begining of the first season was a little rocky and the final season was hitting an iceberg, but ignoring the occasional dud episode it was a great little show. It was never my absolute favorite, but I still have a strong affection for it.

Actually, the weirdest thing happened the other night: I dreamed about Highlander. I almost never dream about prexisting characters. For instance, I’ve been a Doctor Who fan since I was 9 or 10 and I haven’t had five dreams about it. So dreaming about Highlander, a show I haven’t even watched in many years, took me by surprise. That got my attention enough I looked up the next day and discovered I had never seen this movie.

**sigh**

It might have been best not knowing. Maybe I can blot it from my memory. I’m not entirely sure I didn’t actually see it before and have already had a round of erasing it frin my brain.

It really was that bad.

The only thing worse than a show having a weak final season is year later coming back with a movie that needs a full script rewrite because I can’t imaging who, fan or non-fan, is supposed to like this one. It could have been done I think. There are some seeds of workable ideas, and maybe another director could have found an effective way to mask the budgetary limitations. But what we get is just...bad. Very, very bad,

Did I mention it isn’t very good? LOL

#movies #highlander the source #highlander: the source #highlander

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