#after dark with gibby | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

khiptid · 1 month

Note

What's with Sizz and Smul.... im so curious

Thanks for the question!!! YAAAYYY

It's not too complicated really so I'll explain this to the best of my ability. Oh god I can sense many paragraphs coming

(a little far back before events of Hylics2) Sizzle was originally just a normal Wayne from Waynehouse at this point. They were a little more wacky and spontaneous than the others were, evident by the fact that they decided to sneak out one night. They'd heard tales of Old Wayne's previous adventures and wanted to recreate that same experience for themself.

Nearest by, it was only natural that they stopped by New Muldul first. Most dismissed them for the reason of already knowing their kind, from the house just over yonder. All had this same response except for one resident.

"What a remarkable visitor," Smuldunde remarks, seeing the wayne enter. "I've not seen you, yet I've heard tales from Dedusmuln before their departure. Welcome! You are free to stay as long as you like."

This particularly struck a chord deep inside Sizzle, and not in a bad way at all. Normally when referring to a wayne, most would say "all of you/us", or "one like you/us". Though, being referred to by just "you" felt really good for Sizzle. It felt comfortable. (maybe Wayne Prime can relate to this as well? Who knows)

By this alone, Sizzle was swayed toward wanting to befriend Smuldunde, deciding to stay in New Muldul for a little while longer. They talk together and stroll around town here and there, exploring a bit while getting to know one another.

After about a week of this routine passes, Sizzle says goodbye for now & ventures off on their own for a while. This is around the time that they meet the Sage of Time, the Sage of Life & the Sage of Skulls(bitches I made up) to be mentored in the ways of gestures and magics.

When Sizzle comes back to New Muldul one day, Smuldunde immediately recognized them despite their new attributes. New colors graced their head in coral-like protuberances, making for a unique flair. Sizzle didn't even notice the changes until it was pointed out. Perhaps becoming more attuned with their abilities sprouted these changes? Almost like a second metamorphosis.

Additionally, with this newfound transformation, they figure to have a more independant name, becoming Waynesizzle in reference to an experience they had lying in the sand under the blazing sun, hearing the sound of the warmth hitting their skin, as well as the sand shifting around. (it's also the sound they make when they use their magic)

In a way, they kind of really have Smuldunde to thank, they're the reason they truly wanted to become their own person. and the two become even closer because of that fact.

However, when the point comes when they start to look more like their true self, Sizzle meets someone new. One named Odozeir, of course. I'll cut to the chase, they were far too naïve to think everyone would be as kind as their friend Smuldunde. Taken advantage of, sapped of their abilities to aid in reviving Gibby, tossed into a vault, all of the above was the reason they were deemed missing for potentially more than a decade.

Spending that long in a dark place is terrible enough for anyone, could cause some memories to slip away, cause you to change for the worse. Yet… Smuldunde's kindness stuck with them throughout the years, being in their dreams and daydreams, which always seemed to blur together while being stuck in the vault.

All of the events that take place in Hylics 2 come and go, and by this point, it's now the era of Absent Moon/Hylics 3. The sages that Sizzle trained with have all passed, though their spirits remain. They visit Sizzle in a dream, reminding them of who they are before lending the final bits of their remaining energy to Sizzle in order to break from the prison, and that they do.

They venture out into the world again, saddened to see the state that the world is in now. Mutant visages of their own kind, senselessly attacking civilians and sometimes even each other. It was enough to make them more depressed than they already were.

Sizzle was always on the defense as they explored and searched. Searched for absolutely anyone who wouldn't attack.

A smile hadn't been shed from them for such a long time. That is, until...

Their mutual happiness was left unsaid, instead choosing to grasp each other tightly as if there was nothing else left to hold onto, tears falling onto each other like rain.

A confused Dedusmuln watches from the background, less baffled about this friendship unknown to them, and more about the fact that Sizzle was a normal wayne...for the most part. More normal than the mutants scattered across the land.

It didn't matter for now. Gaining back a valued ally, Sizzle & Smuldunde alone head to the now-fortified New Muldul as Dedusmuln ventures to regroup with Pongorma.

Lots of questions are exchanged once the two are back home. Any answer was satisfying, because the only thing that mattered was that they're reunited, and now more powerful together.

#hylics #hylics 2 #hylics oc #waynesona #Smuldunde #hylics smuldunde #smuldunde hylics #Absent Moon #hylics 3 #honk honk art tag #why did this literally take me 4 hours to type #I'm so ill #but yay thanks for the chance to be so normal!!!#anyone can ask more questions about this as well as ask me to reword some things if needed #can you guys see i'm so normal about smuldunde #and my fuckass waynesona #Waynesizzle

7 notes · View notes

sharpwitfic · 1 year

Text

Aesop Sharp X Reader (Still Platonic)

No actual spoilers here. This one is made up. Part 2/?

Your hair was perfect, pinned and curled by a flick of your dorm mate’s wand. Dressed in the finest silk and lace, painted up like a porcelain doll, you huffed a tired sigh as you left your common room on the way to your final ball as a student. The entire prospect of it seemed juvenile, the Great Hall decorated in flowers and vines, portraits of dance escorts one wouldn’t care to remember into adulthood, and the prospect of seeing the professors dance was mortifying. Still, student organizations had been touting the affair for months, making sure you knew that if you didn’t enjoy yourself, there was something fundamentally wrong with you.

Perhaps there was, you wondered, curing your roommate for how tightly your corset had been laced around your ribs. Your breath shallowed with every step down the corridor until you came across the alchemy lab in the dungeons. Surely, the professor may take pity on you and help untangle you from the iron maiden against your chest and provide you with the relief of calming draught. Only a house-elf was to be found in the vacant classroom. The offending corset was loosened at a mere snap of her worn fingers. “Gibby is sorry to say Professor Blatch is unavailable. Supervising the ball, you see. Perhaps you might find Professor Sharp free to help you with the…” she panted, mimicking the rise and fall of your anxious breath at being released from the vice grip of your dress.

“Thank you, Gibby. I don’t think it’s best to intrude on Sharp. Isn’t he quite… busy? Keeps himself rather unavailable to students out of class hours, no?”

“Not tonight. Gibby thinks Professor Sharp should be happy to lend a hand to someone so brave. Gibby suspects the professor might not wish to dance, after all,” she nodded to her own injured foot, immediately stomping on it with the other. “Gibby has said too much and does not mean to imply the professor cannot dance. Stupid, stupid, Gibby!”

You couldn’t bear to watch her self-flagellation a moment longer and presented her with a candy from your borrowed clutch. “Your wisdom is appreciated, Gibby. As is your help with my dress. Take it easy on your foot,” you added before making your way upstairs to the potions room.

As always, the potions classroom was dark and uninviting. You let yourself in and saw nobody at the tables used during class sessions, but the office door was ajar, a certainty that the room was occupied. “What do you want?” broke the silence before your fist met the door.

“Forgive me, professor, I don’t mean to disrupt,” you began, immediately regretting your decision to seek him out. The door flew open with a flick of his wand, inviting you into his space without regard as he studied the stack of parchment in front of him.

“I’m terribly busy at the moment,” he grumbled but stopped when he saw the flush of your cheeks and nervous expression. “But I could indulge our hero for a moment as long as you make it quick. By the look of it, you have somewhere else to be,” his eyes had barely flicked in your direction, only enough to notice you weren’t in robes.

Tugging uncomfortably at your dress, you sat across from him. “That’s what I wanted to speak with you about. I don’t actually enjoy dancing. Or the prospect of this overgrown tea party. Have you seen the number of candles in the Great Hall? Imagine all the people stuffed into heavy dresses. I can’t breathe just thinking about it. It’s hard to catch the nostalgic spirit when I haven’t been here as long as my peers who are leaving.”

“If it’s the nostalgic spirit you seek, I do suggest trying Professor Binns,” he shrugged, reaching for his tea kettle.

“You’re right. I shouldn’t have troubled you. I was really only coming for- wait, was that a joke? You make jokes?”

Shrugging, he glanced up from his teacup. “I can’t think of a more nostalgic spirit.”

You couldn’t suppress your laughter and felt yourself relax slightly at the sound. “I came to ask for a calming draught,” you stated, not wishing to waste his time any further.

“I don’t keep it on hand,” his response was short as he marked a large X on the parchment he was grading. “It takes some time to brew. Don’t you have an escort waiting for you at the ball?”

You scoffed and blinked slowly, fighting the urge to roll your eyes at him. “I am stalling… but not keeping anyone. I don’t mind waiting for it to brew, but only if you’d be so kind. I could even help with your grading.”

“I believe, at this juncture, I am meant to say that all you need to calm yourself is a dance among your peers. Socialize, dance. You’ll feel better,” his expression barely matched his words, and his eyes never met yours as he spoke.

Crossing your arms, you leaned back in the chair. “That’s exactly what I would expect to hear from someone who reports to Professor Black. I suppose he also advised that fresh air and sunshine would mend your leg?”

He nodded, thankful you had understood him. “I suppose you’ve earned a calming draught. In gratitude for saving the school,” he groaned as he stood and left the office. He turned to you from the doorframe and raised his scarred eyebrow. “I’m your professor, not your elf. I shall teach you to brew it. Follow.”

#aesop sharp x reader #aesop sharp #hogwarts legacy

26 notes · View notes

absentmoon · 9 months

Note

thoughts on gibby being bighuge! His footsteps as he navigates the royal hallways! if hal was an android how do you think he would be built!:3

URGHHHGHHHHHHHHHGHH hi anon smiles at you. UGH ughhhh hes . so. Ghggrgh he revels over towering over everyone else ☹️☹️ he could quiet his steps if h e tried but honestly he sees no reason to. so you can generally Hear Him Coming esp bc i think sometimes hed wear fancy metal boots that go CLANGCLANG CLAN G CLANG everywhere. though he also has normal boots for when he doesn't want to deal with noise that day LOL

i also think he speaks very animatedly on occasion:) like ok. ok. anon come with me on my dark journey. on the throne for day to day measly little occurrences he moves very little. because its boring as hell And as a power play like. i think early in his reign hed sit up at full presence all the time to show his power BUT in later years he often has his chin in his hand, tapping idly at the arm of the throne, sitting however he wants... its a power play in its own right! most things are not worth his direct time. So be quick about it. it also makes people feel more thankful for "hearing them out" — after all, he must get so many requests so often if hes this relaxed, right?

back to when he speaks animatedly, though— his more bored presence on the throne really makes it shine even more. he has a strong speaking voice and his arms & hands move while he talks very gracefully. sometimes he'll walk around as he speaks, but other times he'll stand up straight, chin up, looking down at people in the eye without lowering his posture. (as a side note, i think if he was Really Really Mad at someone he'd hunch over, reaaaaally loom over them with his full presence. sometimes he'll just normal loom on accident or to be mischievous though LOL). hes the type of guy who you instinctively Know is in the room which makes it so much more frustrating when he starts being quiet in the halls to surprise elieud with his presence, but, you know

OK . thats a freaking lot Heres my hal design:)

very polite.Has a screen on the front of his arm also:)

#RAH i rambled. Whoopsy!#daisy.txt #nonnies #🍊.gibby #🌼.hal

10 notes · View notes

sweetsugaryimagines · 2 years

Note

Hi, I hope you're having a nice day today. I technically have 2 requests prompts, but you can pick if you wanna do both or just one. If you don't want to do either of them that's completely fine too, but both are Wayne (Hylics) x Reader cause there's like barely any of those at all and we all need more of the moon man. Thanks in advance!

-The Reader beings having a nightmare about Wayne and crew dying from an unbeatable enemy, but Wayne tries waking them up to comfort them.

-Wayne and crew along with the Reader, who's a decently powerful fighter, go to face Gibby after he was brought back. Gibby manages to take down the Reader but they also drag Gibby down with them before they fully melt and get sent to the Afterlife. Wayne and crew rush to get to the portal in the Waynehouse to get to the Afterlife.

You. Come Here./lighthearted

Double prompts! Wayne x Reader in: "Night Woes" & "For If I'm Going Down, I Guess I'll Take You With Me."

(Second title based on "The Fruits" by Paris Paloma!)

Night Woes

Flesh and blood swirled at your feet and you couldn't even move, watching your beloved and his friends melt away. Little did you know, you were shaking bad in the bed next to Wayne.

Waking up from the shakes, Wayne sat up and saw you and the fearful look on your face as you slept. They carefully shook your shoulder.

"Hey. Hey, wake up. You're just having a nightmare. [___]!"

You shot up swinging which caused him to back up, almost falling off his bed in the process. After gathering your bearings, you huffed before looking up at Wayne and immediately patting his face and horns, making sure he was still okay.

"Are you alright?" His voice may have been calm but the worry in his eyes was clear.

"Mm. I'm just... glad you're okay." You clung to him, with him patting your back with one hand and digging through their bag with the other for a juice box.

"Take a breather. Here." They gave you the juice box, a straw already set up for you an sat as they watched you drink it down before laying back down.

"Stay with me. Please?" You whisper, looking up at him.

"Of course, baby." He places your head in his lap, gently rubbing your cheek with the back of his knuckles. With warmth around you, you were able to quickly fall back asleep.

｡･:˚:✧｡──────────────｡✧:˚:･｡

For If I'm Going Down, I Guess I'll Take You With Me

The smell of gore was in the air as you and the crew fought, with you facing the brunt of many of Gibby's attacks. His damn smile burning into your memory. It may have taken him a while to fell you, but it wasn't just you going down.

"You really think you can get away from fate that easy?" You grin before grabbing the sides of his face, and with the last of your power as you melted, you crushed his skull like a cup. His body stumbled before crumbling to the ground, melting with you.

"See you on the other side, hon." You grin up at Wayne before the rest of you fell away into the Afterlife. Wayne could only stand in horror and shock before being picked up by Pongorma.

"There is no time to waste. If Gibby is with them, then there will be more trouble. Let's get going." The tall Dark Knight mumbled.

The four ended up quickly back at the Waynehouse, with Wayne leading them to the basement. Jumping in the pool was the easy part, though waiting for the half solid, half liquid mass to spit you into the Afterlife was an issue since it sunk them in so slowly.

You were found lazing on the beach, staring up at the orange sky before being tacklehugged by your moon dear. After some sputtering, flailing and flying sand, you two sat up with him clinging to you.

"You badass! You did it!!" Wayne laughed, squeezing you tight.

"I suppose I did." His giddiness made you smile and look to the others.

"Glad you're okay." Somsnosa pat your head.

"We should rest here for a while. After all of that, I think a nap for some of us is an order." Dedesmuln clapped their hands together, plopping into the sand next to y'all.

Another world-threatening crisis averted, thanks to Wayne, you, and the crew.

#insomniac-kai #Hylics #wayne hylics x reader #wayne x reader #wayne hylics

17 notes · View notes

ozomatli-9 · 7 months

Text

I’m moving different

This shit ain’t nothing to me man, I’m a dog. I’m biting the fart bubbles in the bath

We smoking Symbiote

Smoking that Whoopi Goldberg South Egyptian fur burger Deluxe Mega Millions scratcher skunk bubba kush

We smoking dung beetle

I’m on 12 vicodins, smoking on Scooby-Doo dick

We smoking Sequoia banshee boogers

We snorting that good Buffalo Soldier tamarind Jordanian gibbies

They must have amnesia, they forgot that I’m him. That Burberry backwoods pack hitting that pussy smell like a Hellcat V8

We smoking shit in a glass pipe, blowing the Lord’s bubbles

I’m sick in the head

I’m on them Broward county Tic-Tacs, I’m on them Georgetown Geronimoes

I’m on them Nashville nibblers

I left my Margiela’s in the Benz trunk, I’ll have to stunt on them next time

I don’t give a fuck if I go blind, I don’t need to see the price tag anyways

I’m high on 12 Jason Bournes, looking to beat the cum out of a thick, fresh oak

We smoking filtered crack you stupid piece of shit, I’ll fucking kill you

Call that pussy The Matrix, cause I’m in this bitch and I can’t get out

Last guy who ran off on the pack got choked out by some Givenchy gloves. The last thing he ever saw was the price tag on them. Slowly faded into darkness, and I let the archangels take him. I need more Sequoia banshee boogers

Don’t be shy girl, I love me some Pastrami mudflaps

I’m moving like French Montana: haan

Welcome to the Cream Kingdom bitch, open up. Blac Chyna, I’d drink her piss out of another man’s balls

My shooter a crackhead, he look like Woody Harrelson

You ain't seen ten bands in your life, jit

Reach for my neck, you'll get turned into an example

Y'all gotta stop playing with me man

I threw diamonds at the strip clubs under the great pyramids. I pushed a camel through the eye of a needle. This shit ain't nothing to me man

Tied the opps to the back of a Trackhawk and dragged them around the block for 24 hours

Motherfucker look like a Resident Evil 5 campaign extra after we was done with him

Opps wanted some initiative, blew up their entire quadrant

I'm moving like Oppenheimer

She dropped that ass on me from an egregarious angle, they thought I was Stephen Wallace

Top shelf zaza, disrupted my circadian rhythm

I have seen the Magna Carta, I have the seen the eye of horror

I was flipping bricks for Mansa Musa before y'all even became a type I civilization

This shit ain't nothing to me you stupid piece of shit

Step the wrong way and you will perish

That pussy feel like Biscoff Butter

You think I care about this shit? Ask me if I care about this shit, cause I don't give a shit

If I had a dollar for every time they said I gave a shit, I'd be broke cause I don't give a shit

My bitch look like David Hasselhoff

I balled so hard they thought I was a fucking nutsack

This shit ain't nothing to me man, I'll kill you, you stupid piece of shit

0 notes

mikaelsonwife4life · 10 months

Text

Reunion Part Five

"Carmilla! Vladimir! Elisabeth!" a much older Rose shouted, "Come down! Now!" With a puff of red smoke, a bat took off after three much younger bats.

"You see, this is why we stay on the ground," an older Silver told his three more werewolf-like children, Will, Lucian, and Fenrir.

"Rose, Silver!" a voice came from the direction of the mansion that belonged to Rose and Silver.

"Papa Drac!" the vampire-werewolf children cried, all six rushing him.

"Daddy!" the elder bat cried, swooping at him. He chuckled as the bat sat on his shoulder, peering into his arms to watch the twins that lay there.

"Hello, Remus, Marceline," the bat cooed at her two youngest children. Silver groaned as he stood, having been enjoying the laziness of the cloudy day. He dashed over to his wife, scooping the bat off Dracula's shoulder and pressing a kiss to the bat's rough skin. A puff of red smoke signalled her transformation and Rose was back in her human form as they watched Dracula take their kids off to stay at his house with their cousins.

***********************************************

As the two stood under the stars, Rose began to remember the pain and love over the years. Their had been the horror of seeing her classmates killed, the shock that the wolf and the werewolf were the same, the love as they fell for each other, the panic of meeting up with their families, the anger of thinking they were going to lose each other, the contentedness of remaining together, the happy of the wedding, and finally the pain and joy of having their children.

"Whatcha thinkin' about?" Silver asked his wife, a curious look in his eyes.

"How we got here, from renegade monsters to loving parents of eight," there was an almost shocked look in Rose's eyes.

"Yeah, but everything's finally perfect," he grinned with a sigh, laying his head on hers.

"Yeah, perfect," for once, completely agreeing with her husband.

"And we haven't seen hide nor hair of Luna and Gibby," the dark sky echoed with the married couple's laughter.

#monster high #hotel transylvania #scooby doo

1 note · View note

gibbingtonwibbington · 2 years

Text

On the rag so I just got up a few hours ago and it was dark already. Winter’s-a-comin. Fuck. It was snowing in Holden a few nights ago.

Woke up n saw it was 6:30. I slept for 12 hours. Mostly because of 🛑 (my sign for period) they should really have a period emoji so we don’t have to actually type out “period” -what a strange name. “Period”… yes , a period of time. A period of annoyance. A period for possible stains.

Had the creepiest uber driver last night. I don’t know why I wait until night time to leave. He pulls out of Chris’ place to go the back route where there’s a shitload of potholes. I usually say something to all other Uber drivers but the way he was acting, I knew that he already knew where he was. So I thought oh well. Usually they will take the first right turn which leads from Sterling into Leominster, but he went straight. That’s when I knew that he DEFINITELY knows where he was going. Because that way is even darker and confusing for most of the other Uber drivers I will get at that time. Taking an uber from chris’ to my place is definitely a creepy, unlit ride at night. I always sit silent in the back seat playing on my phone and watching out of the corner of my eye. If theyI guess I just never want to go back home. I only go back if my dolls are sitting in the lobby or if it’s past my three day allotment….cuz of Gibby. Even though she’s a little crazy, cranky psycho…I still love her and want to keep her fed and fathappy.

She’s happiest when she is a chubby bub. She’ll start hissing if I say no more to snacks. She’ll wait an hour and then beg for more snacks and wait and wait by her full food bowl for hours for snacks when there’s both dry and wet food sitting right there. It gets a little obsessive. I have to tell her no a bunch of times and I have to say “eat your food or you’re not getting any more snacks today.” She won’t eat her actual food, EVER if I don’t say that. She will literally sit in this one spot staring at me for HOURS if I don’t say to eat her real food first. One day I realized she wasn’t eating her food any more and was holding out only for the snacks. I always have to tell her “Snacks are not food, Gibby. Eat your food or no more snacks.” Then she will eat half of her wet food, goes to the bathroom and then either waits by the food dish again immediately. Or goes to take a nap after her poop, which she announces proudly. If she goes to take a nap then I will give her treats after it. Usually she will taa 3 hour nap. So I don’t feel too bad for giving her snacks after. She’d be either obese or dead if I fed her the amount of snacks that she begs me for. No cat would be fatter. I won’t allow it!

0 notes

raspberryparker · 5 years

Text

all to myself | h.o.

Harrison Osterfield x Fem!Reader — Enemies to Lovers AU

complete masterlist

word count: 4.5k summary: you’re certain haz is just out to sabotage your friendship with tom. so when you get a chance to talk to him about alone, he reveals his true colours. warnings: was this fic an excuse to write gratuitous smut? mayhaps no. that being said, here’s the n*fw warning. smut: unprotected sex wrap your tool, kids, biting, dirty talk, dom/sub, body worship, slight spanking.. if im missing any please tell me.

requests: closed | commissions: open add yourself to my taglist! like my work? check out my commissions!

━━━━━━━━

You really didn’t want to be in this situation.

Your fingers toyed with the straw in the glass in front of you as watched the bubbles from the carbonation rise slowly from the bottom. Maybe if you concentrated hard enough, you’d float off like one of them and finally be able to escape this terrible fate.

How did this even happen?

Oh right. It was his fault.

“Ah shit, mate,” Tom had sighed over the phone. “I forgot about today.”

“That’s fine,” you said, pouring yourself a cup of tea. “That’s why I called you. Wanted to make sure you were still up for it. If you’re busy we can reschedule, though.”

“I can’t do that to you,” he insisted. “You know I’m gonna be busy for the next little while. Got that new movie coming up…”

“And you still won’t tell me what it is,” you laughed. “I’m proud of you, Thomas. I’m surprised you haven’t spoiled anything yet.”

“I’d like to think I’ve matured, Y/N,” he teased, obviously miffed you called him by his full name. “Besides, last time that happened—”

“Marvel beat your ass, yes I know. Fine, you don’t have to tell me.”

“You’re so understanding.”

“It’s just who I am,” you grinned. You knew he could probably hear it in your voice through the phone. “So you still want to get lunch today? A final send-off before you devote yourself to your craft and forget about my existence?”

“As if I could forget you,” he laughed. “I’d die without you, mate. But yeah, lunch today is good. There is one thing, though.”

“I love things.”

“I don’t think you’ll like this particular thing.”

You pressed the phone between your shoulder and ear, holding it in place as you pressed you brought your tea up to your lips and blew gently on it to cool it down.

“Okay, now you’ve got me interested.”

“Well,” he began. “I forgot about today because we planned it a few weeks ago and I’m really sorry, but Harrison and I had made plans to hang out somewhere today so… can he come?”

“Uh,” you said, your brow furrowing. “Yes? Why wouldn’t he be able to come?”

“You two don’t exactly get along,” he laughed nervously. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable because it’s totally on me that I forgot about today so if you want I can—”

“Tom, it’s fine,” you sighed. “It’s not like we hate each other.”

“You say that and yet…”

“Shut up, idiot.”

“Okay, so that’s a yes?” he asked, not denying the fact that he was an idiot.

“Of course of it is,” you’d replied.

Oh, how naive you were. Of course, it wasn’t going to go well.

And besides, Harrison had no right to look that good for a simple lunch. He looked like he’d just walked off a red carpet. Not even Tom, who was sitting beside him sipping casually on a coke as he raised an eyebrow at you, looked that… good.

Harrison wasn’t even doing anything important. He was just looking off to the side, probably ogling a waitress or something, as he brought a chip up to his lips and bit down.

You swallowed harshly as he did.

His hair was styled perfectly, the front of it upswept and brushed to the side, revealing the entirety of his grossly perfect face. The sharp edge of his jawline moved as he chewed, and you watched the bounce of the muscles along the length of it and had to bring your glass of water up to your lips. The denim jacket that clung to his shoulders gripped his frame perfectly and it was just so unfair.

Good thing it was almost over.

“Are you doing anything after this?” you asked Tom, hoping to break the silence.

“Yeah,” he replied. “I have a meeting to go to. And I actually—” he paused, bringing his watch up to look at the time. “—should get going.”

“Sure,” you said. “I can get the bill.”

“No,” Tom said. “I got it. Oh, and before I forget, you left some clothes at our flat. Been meaning to give them back but I keep forgetting. Harrison washed them for you so if you’re not busy you can go grab them right now.”

“You did?” you asked incredulously, looking at Harrison.

He shrugged, crystal blue eyes refusing to meet yours as he continued to munch on the remainder of his food.

“Yeah, he did,” Tom smiled. He stood and grabbed the jacket from the back of his chair, slinging it over an arm as he reached into his jeans and pulled out his wallet. “He can drive you there if you want. You’re not busy later, right?”

The question was directed toward Harrison. His mouth opened, gaping like a fish for a moment before he caught your gaze. He sighed and shrugged.

“Yeah, I suppose I can,” he agreed.

“Awesome,” Tom smiled. “I’ll go pay, you two get going. I’m gonna be late again, but fuck it.”

After saying goodbye to Tom, complete with a hug and him complaining about how you messed up his hair when you ruffled it gently, you followed Harrison to his car. It wasn’t exactly a perfect day, but it was nice; as nice at it could get in London. The sun was completely obscured by the clouds but it wasn’t raining so, of course, he had the top down.

He stepped around to driver’s side and got in, eyeing you carefully as you reached over and put your bag in the backseat before opening the door to the passenger side and getting into the car. He hadn’t even bothered to open the door for you. Not that you were mad, you could open your own door. But why would he do something like that for you?

The ride to Tom and Harrison’s flat was nothing short of awkward. You could cut the tension with a knife.

Until you decided you’d had enough.

“Do you think I’m stupid?”

Harrison turned to you for a moment before focusing back on the road ahead of him, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

“Depends on the reason you’re asking,” he said. It was the first thing he’d said to you since the restaurant and it was already making you grind your teeth together.

“I know you heard us planning lunch a few weeks ago,” you said. “You live with him. Why of all days do you have to plan to hang out on the day that we were supposed to go to lunch?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said.

You turned to your right, glancing at him, and saw the smile that crept up on his face. The corner of his lips tilted upward even though he was keeping his eyes on the road. His hair flew wildly about his face in the wind. You shook your head, slumping into your seat.

“Unbelievable.”

When you arrived at the flat, it was even worse.

Harrison turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open, throwing his keys onto the kitchen table once you both stepped in. You shut the door behind you and watched as he tugged off his jacket one sleeve at a time. He threw it onto the back of the couch, leaving him only in a grey t-shirt that hugged his arms a little too beautifully, and turned to you with a sigh.

“Your stuff’s in the laundry room,” he said. “You can go grab it and then you can go.”

You were taken aback for a moment.

“I’m sorry?”

“I’m just saying,” he muttered, brushing a hand through his hair. “You obviously don’t wanna be here any longer than you have to ‘cause Tom’s not here so…”

“No, wait,” you said, crossing your arms and stepping toward him. “I want to talk about this. Why do you hate me? What have I done for you to dislike me so much, I don’t get it.”

Harrison sighed again, his hand still in his hair.

“Do we have to do this right now?”

“Why not,” you said. You took a seat at the kitchen table as he leaned on the back of the couch. “We’re both here. Tom’s not here. Might as well get it all out in the open.”

“I’d really rather not—”

“Just tell me, Harrison,” you sighed. “I’m sick of this. Don’t you think we should resolve this for Tom’s sake? It’s tearing him apart. You’re his best friend and practically his fourth brother, and he’s my best friend. He’s all I’ve got out here. I don’t wanna make his life miserable because we don’t get along.”

“Fine,” Harrison said. “You wanna know what I think?”

“I do.”

“I’m scared,” he admitted, though his expression was serious. Almost angry, in fact. “Because every other girl who’s ever stepped foot in this flat claiming to be Tom’s ‘friend’ has only wanted two things—” he listed them off on his fingers as he spoke. “—sex and money. And my brother, because you said it yourself, he’s my brother, has to get his heart broken over and over because girls want to take advantage of him solely because of who he is. And frankly? I don’t know if I can trust you.”

“You really think I’d do that?” you asked. Your expression was sad, brows furrowed as you stood from your spot and stepped toward him. “Harrison, I love Tom. I’m so far from home and he’s my closest friend; fuck, he’s my only friend. Why would I give that up? I don’t care about his money, I care about him as a person.”

You shook your head, crossing your arms over your chest. “I thought you of all people would be able to see that with how much time I spend in your damn apartment.”

“Flat,” he mumbled under his breath.

“Oh, whatever.”

He glanced up at you then, surprised at the chuckle at left your lifts with those words. His eyes were wide and curious as if he’d never seen you laugh before. You shook your head as you smiled to yourself, biting your lips as you met his eyes again. From his position leaning against the couch, he was just about eye level with you, and you saw his lips break into the first real smile—not a smirk or a snigger—but a real smile as he laughed quietly under his breath.

“Do you believe me now?” you asked softly.

“I always believed you,” he said. Your brows furrowed as he looked up and met your gaze. “I… I guess I was jealous, too. You spend so much time with Tom, you’re so close, I guess I was keeping you away from him for my sake too.”

“W-what do you mean?”

“I don’t think I could take it if you and Tom did end up together,” he admitted. His cheeks were beginning to glow a little redder as he spoke. “So I guess I was trying to keep you all to myself.”

“I thought you hated me,” you admitted, stepping forward.

He laughed mirthlessly, his shoulder shaking as he looked down at his lap.

“Are you joking?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper. “First time Tom brought you home I almost thought I’d died.”

“What are you—”

“‘Here’s this angel,’ I said to myself. ‘And she’s with Tom. Again.’ I always end up third-wheeling around him and his past girlfriends. I thought I’d have to live through that again. But it was…. different.”

He sighed and looked up to meet your gaze. His ice blue eyes looked sad.

“It hurt a little more with you,” he admitted. “Because you’re… so beautiful. And I was jealous. Tom always gets the pretty girls.”

“I’m not that pretty,” you muttered.

“You are,” he replied, eyes serious. “You don’t see it but you are.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes and throwing your arms up in exasperation. You stepped toward him until your feet were almost touching.

“Then why didn’t you talk to me?” you asked. “Why didn’t you… say anything?”

“Guess I was scared.”

You smiled softly, grinning at him.

“If anyone was scared it was me,” you said. He looked up at you in confusion. “I thought the hottest guy I knew hated me. And if that wasn’t a blow to the old self esteem, I don’t know what is.”

“You…” he began, but trailed off when you stepped closer to him, standing between his legs. He looked almost afraid.

His hand was shaking as he brought it up under your chin, gripping your jaw with such a delicacy, it was like he was handling the finest porcelain in the world.

And the smirk was back, but you only saw it for a fraction of a second, before his large, warm hands were cupping your cheeks and he pulled you softly in. His lips were so warm, much softer than you expected but it was so good, almost too good as you pushed into him. Harrison’s hands moved from your cheeks down your arms, tracing the curves of your waist before he squeezed your ass. You gasped into his mouth, pulling away as you rested your forehead against his. He was panting, breath hot on your wet lips.

“Been wanting to feel that ass for so long,” he whispered.

You moaned out loud, pressing into his chest.

Harrison’s lips moved down your neck and along your jaw, nipping at certain places and sucking on others. He stood from his spot on the back of the couch and suddenly his mouth was at a much better angle. It felt like he was swallowing you whole and you loved it. He tapped your thigh before giving it a squeeze, and you raised it up his leg. He placed his hands underneath your thighs and hoisted you up against him, and as you rose you felt his clothed hardness brush against your core and he rumbled against your throat at the friction.

With your hands in his hair, ruining the perfect style that you’d admired from earlier, he tried to maneuver through the flat as best as he could, trying to find his bedroom.

He shoved the door open, walking you towards his bed until his knees hit the edge of it and he lowered you down against it. You let him go as you lay on your back against his sheets, face flushed and chest rising and lowering with each heavy breath. He stood for a moment longer, admiring your spread form on his bed.

All for him.

“So beautiful,” he murmured

“Stop,” you whined, bringing your hands up to cover your chest even though you were still fully clothed.

“No, no, no, darling,” he smiled, kneeling over you and pulling your hands away. You gave little resistance, allowing him to move you like a doll. “Let me see you.”

Fingertips trailing down your abdomen, Harrison found the bottom of your shirt and tugged it upwards. He kissed along the soft skin of your stomach as he moved it up, lips following the hem as he slowly pulled it off of you. When he’d finally tugged it off, he loomed over you and smiled.

“You’re perfect, love,” he murmured. His hands slipped underneath your back and undid the clasp of your bra, taking both that and your shirt and throwing them somewhere into his room. His palm found the mound of one of your breasts, kneading it softly as you threw your head back against the mattress and moaned. He took the opportunity to attach his lips to your neck, sucking harshly as he pinched your nipple. “And you’re all mine.”

Harrison’s attention returned to your breast, his hand still massaging one but his lips finding the nipple of the other. He rolled his teeth over the hardened bud, never quite biting but allowing you to feel the edge of them against it.

“Fuck,” you sighed. “All yours. Only yours, oh fuck.”

“Sound so pretty for me, Y/N,” he sighed. His tongue circled the nipple under his mouth before giving it a hard suck. “Gonna moan like that when I fuck you?”

“Oh my go—fuck.”

You could barely form words, your brain not even noticing that he’d stopped playing with your breast and his hands were already pushing your pants down your legs. He pulled away from you, helping you out of the jeans you wore and spreading your legs in front of him with his hands on your knees.

“Gonna need an answer, darling,” he teased.

“Yes,” you sighed, the words merely a breath. “Yes, I will.”

“Mmm good.”

And then one of his unfairly long fingers was on your panties, and you jumped as he circled your clit with the tip of his finger. His short nail dragged against the fabric and you tried to buck up into his touch, but he pulled away before you could.

A long whine left your lips, and he smirked from between your legs.

“Already so sensitive,” he smiled. He dragged to fingers from your folds to your clit, still over the fabric of your panties, before he pressed on the bundle of nerves with a wicked smile on his face. “Did I do this to you, love?”

“Fuck!” you moaned, hips desperately bucking into his hand. “Yes, just for you.”

“No one else makes you feel like this?”

“No—fuck me, oh my god—no one else.”

“So impatient,” he laughed. “Wanted to play with you for a bit, darling.”

You whined at the thought, imagining Harrison toying with you, making you cum again and again with his fingers or his tongue, or maybe edging you until you begged him to fuck you, making your pussy clench though it was around nothing.

“Please,” you whimpered, your hands coming up to rub at your breasts. You were desperate to feel anything. “Please fuck me, Harrison, please.”

“Since you asked so nicely.”

He was out of his clothes before you even had the chance to beg once more. His boxers were the last to go and you almost choked as you caught sight of his cock.

It was perfect, long and girthy, a drop of precum already forming at the pink tip. You were hit with an urge to lick it away, but he brushed a finger through it and spread it over the length, stroking himself gently. He was already so hard and swollen and you could feel yourself throb at the thought of it inside you.

“You ready, love?” he asked you.

Harrison lowered himself in front of you, hooking his arms under your knees and tugging you closer to him.

You nodded eagerly, hands extended to reach for him.

“Please, Harrison,” you whined.

“I’ve got you, love,” he muttered, one hand gripping yours as he intertwined your fingers and the other guiding his cock to your entrance. “I’ve got you.”

He sank home in a single thrust, and you screamed at the stretch. He was so big, far bigger than anyone else you’d ever had but he was perfect. It was delicious, the feeling of him inside you. He was hot, hard, and heavy and you felt yourself clench around him.

Harrison groaned as he felt you spasm. He lowered himself above you, pressing his nose under your chin.

“So fucking tight,” he moaned. “Fucking amazing.”

“Move,” you whimpered, hands in his hair. “Please.”

“Don’t wanna cum right away, love,” he laughed. “You that desperate for me?”

“Fuck, yes.”

His teeth found your throat, sucking the sting away and leaving a purpling mark behind as he pulled out, and you whined at the feeling. But it was short-lived, because he thrust back in again, starting a steady pace of thrusts that had your hands shaking and your abdomen tensed with each brush of his cock against your g-spot.

You were moaning like a wanton whore, loud and embarrassing in any other situation but with the weight of Harrison inside you, it seemed fitting. Whiny moans, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer, hymns of “please” and “fuck” tumbling through the air between the two of you.

“Fuck, you sound so beautiful, Y/N,” he moaned. “So perfect. Could cum just from hearing you say my name.”

He was pounding into you then, hips slapping with a lewd echo of skin against skin. Your legs came up around his waist, your ankles crossing just above his ass. You pulled him by his hair gently until his face was level with yours and you kissed him fiercely, all pressure and lips mashing against teeth.

His teeth closed around your bottom lip and tugged gently, lips sucking around it.

“Fuck, darling,” he moaned. “So good.”

But then he stopped.

And as he did you whined out loud, a pained sound as you were left quivering and wanting. You gripped at his hair and tried to tug him closer, undulating your hips in a weak attempt to feel him moving inside of you again.

Harrison groaned, sucking at your jaw.

“So desperate for my cock,” he murmured against your skin. “Don’t worry, love, I’ve got you. Turn over for me.”

It was almost laughable how quickly you spun around underneath him after he pulled out, folding your arms under your head and arching your back. Your ass brushed against his cock and you heard him inhale sharply.

You jumped when his large hand collided with the supple flesh of your cheek.

“Such a good girl for me,” he said from above you. “You look gorgeous like this darling, ass in the air just begging me to fuck you.”

“Please,” you whined. “Harrison, please.”

You turned your head in order to see him, cheek pressed against the mattress. You saw him stroking himself slowly as his other hand kneaded your ass. His hand came down in another quick slap and you mewled, pressing back against him. He rubbed the handprint out with his palm before he lined himself up and sunk back into you again, hands coming down around your head to hold himself up. You felt his hot breath against your shoulder blades before he pressed an open-mouthed kiss between them, just along your spine.

“So fucking perfect, baby,” he sighed. “Feel so fucking good around me.”

You moaned your response, bringing a hand up to grip at his hair. He let you guide him down as you turned your head, his mouth finding yours as he continued to pound into you from behind. Your voice shook as you whined into his mouth.

“Fuck,” you breathed. “Fuck, Harrison I—”

Your words were cut off with a loud shriek, your head turning back to face forward as you bit the pillow in order to silence yourself.

The only sounds you could hear were your own muffled cries and the sound of Harrison’s hips slamming against your ass over and over and over. You could feel your wetness dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets below you. It didn’t look like he would stop any time soon.

But you didn’t want him to.

“Gonna cum for me, baby?” he murmured.

You nodded desperately into the pillow, turning to look at him with teary eyes. The pleasure almost had you crying.

One of his hands reached around your front, fingers rubbing at your clit gently with just enough pressure to have you whimpering into the pillows under him. He hadn’t relented on the pace, still ruthlessly drilling into you with his cock. And with the added stimulation to your clit, you were almost coming undone in an instant.

“H-Harrison,” you panted. “Gonna cum. Gonna fucking cum, oh my God.”

“Yeah, love?” He was panting too, breaths heavy against the back of your neck. “God, you’re amazing.”

Your thighs were shaking around him and your head was thrown back, so close to the edge and so close to tipping over.

“Cum for me, Y/N,” he whispered into your ear. “Cum all over my cock.”

With a pinched groan and a high pitched squeal, you came all over him as your hips stuttered against his hand and over his cock. Your head fell forward against the mattress with a groan.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “I can feel you clenching around me. Did I make you cum that hard? So hard just for me?”

“Please,” you whimpered. “Harrison.”

“Don’t worry, darling. I’m right behind you.”

And as if on cue, his hips began to stutter as he started groaning against your neck, a loud guttural moan escaping his lips as he stilled inside you. You felt the warmth of him inside you, painting your walls and you sighed in contentment.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned, dragging out the word, pressing his hips into your ass as he rode out his orgasm.

He groaned as he pulled out. He gently flipped you onto your back, picking up his shirt from the floor and pressing it under your ass to catch the fluid that seeped from your folds. You laughed tiredly as he did so, and he shot you a smile.

“Towels are too far,” he explained.

Harrison took his time cleaning you up. You were already drowsy, hand running through his hair and petting him gently as he wiped his cum away. You winced a couple of times, your folds still sensitive and your pussy still throbbing from the aftermath of your orgasm but it was… calming.

When he was done, he threw the shirt into his hamper, gripping you close to his chest and laughing as he pulled you up to his pillows.

“That was,” he began, curling his body around yours and bringing a knee up between your thighs. “The best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Shut up,” you muttered. Your cheeks were still red.

He kissed the back of your neck, sighing as he settled into a comfortable position. “Never.”

From somewhere on the floor, there was the buzz of a phone. Harrison groaned from behind you.

“I’ll grab it,” you muttered, reaching down until you felt the fabric of his pants and tugged it up.

Patting around it until you felt the weight of his phone, you tugged it out of the pocket and struggled to find the button to turn it on because who has an Android anymore?

Glancing at the screen, you laughed out loud as you read the most recent text notification. Harrison peeked up from over your shoulder, and though you couldn’t see it, you knew his eyes grew wide as he saw it.

Tom: how’d it go? you tell her how you feel yet? it’s hard getting you two alone, you know

Reaching over, he pulled the phone from your hands, muttering “fucking dickhead” under his breath.

“You weren’t meant to see that,” he admitted.

“Yeah, maybe,” you admitted, turning over in his arms so you could face. You gripped his cheeks, pressing a soft kiss to his nose.

He smiled gently at you.

“But I’m glad I did.”

━━━━━━━━

requests: closed | commissions: open add yourself to my taglist! like my work? check out my commissions!

mutuals + taglist: @skelkitt @sassylibrarygirl @scatterbrainedgenius @nedthegay @trustfundparker @awkwardfangirl2014 @stylemute @lesbianphantom @alex--awesome--22 @demigodlover21 @t0xic-love @moremoeplease @bodhi-black @fame-works-quicker @hihiweezing @shippingfangurl @loverholland @lovelyspidey @hollandsosterfield @hollandroos @naturallytom @tomshufflepuff @scftholland @stuckonspidey @bilkyrie @spiderboytotherescue @suncitydanvers @mutuallynotmutual @summernykole @happywolves81 @hbmoore1986 @claredolphinbear24 @timelock97

305 notes · View notes

vinyls-and-valentines · 3 years

Text

Hi, have some weirdly specific zone memes

[ID 1: A 2-panel meme showing a woman yelling at the white cat in the other panel. The cat is sitting at a table, so only its head is visible, and looks visibly confused. Above each of the panels there’s a corresponding caption reading “My crewmate, saying i died yesterday/ Me, who just woke up from the weirdest dream”. End ID.

ID 2: A man with white hair holding up an old TV up to his ear. His eyes are closed and he has a relaxed expression as he says, “I love this song”. The image has been captioned at the top as “Beta bugs listening to FactNews on a private channel after a hard day of fucking up BL/i’s camera feeds up”. End ID.

ID 3: A screencap from The Office featuring Michael Scott, from the shoulders up. He has short dark hair and is wearing a gray suit over a blue shirt and tie. He’s frowning confused and saying “I understand nothing”. The image was captioned at the top as “Undergrads, tunning into a zone DJ’s broadcast for the first time”. End ID.

ID 4: A 3-panel meme, featuring Keanu Reeves who is labeled as “BLi computer techs”. He is buried up to his neck in the ground with a gag in his mouth, and looking at an old smartphone in front of him. The phone displays the text “system_: / <display> / <<get rekt noob (heart emoji) >>”. The last sentence is written in l33t speak. Keanu looks away with an angry expression from the screen. End ID.

ID 5: A screencap from iCarly, featuring Spencer and Gibby. Gibby is swinging a stop sign at Spencer’s head, who is turned with his back at the boy. Spencer is labeled as “crash queens” and Gibby “Motorbabies”, while the sign is “Richard Ai Yai Yai’s entire discography”. End ID.

ID 6: The Bugs Bunny tuxedo meme. The original text was edited to read “I wish all Vacation Adventure Society fans a very pleasant yearly EP release”. End ID.

ID 7: A kid putting up a poster-sized copy of the cover art for the Mad Gear and Missile Kid EP on a wall in front of them. There are two other Mad Gear and the Missile Kid posters on the walls in the shot. The caption of the kid speaking reads “I hate Mad Gear”. /End ID.]

#do you ever set out to make silly memes but then you turn them in serious headcanons? 'cuz this is it #killjoys #danger days #zone memes #memes #mad gear and missle kid #richard ai yai yai #vacation adventure society #ttlotfk #danger blogs: the true posts of the fabulous que

215 notes · View notes

babytsum · 3 years

Text

close - s. kiyoomi

it’s springtime when kiyoomi falls in love for the first time.

genre: fluff

word count: 1.1k

warnings: none

it’s springtime when kiyoomi falls in love for the first time.

flowers bloom, rain flows in the streets, the sun comes out when it wants to and he sees a glowing face that’s almost angelic, he thinks, needing no help from the sun. the first time.

but it’s cliche. love at first sight isn’t real, he knows that. but what he does know is that his heart may have skipped a beat and his breathing did hitch a little bit and that he can still remember that face despite the fact he only saw it for a second in the winter.

and throughout that winter, he sees you over and over again. actively participating in class, talking to komori, working alone in the hallways, occasionally visiting the gym to drop off some forms to the team manager. it only reinforces the image of you in his mind and it's hard to get it out.

he sees you again sitting in the pouring rain, a cheesy hello kitty umbrella in hand, hood pulled over your head, your face still slightly visible from his angle.

"you're sakusa, right?"

"yes?" he mutters, dark eyebrows pulled together.

you start talking, but you don’t stop. and he silently hangs onto every word, sparing you a glance every once in a while. you start to feel guilty, spilling every detail about missing your supposed ride and your very strenuous day.

“you talk a lot.”

his response does not help at all. “i’m sorry,” you pull your hoodie over your face in embarrassment, “thanks for listening, though.”

“no problem.” he replies, absolutely no sign of emotion in his voice.

but under the mask, he smiles. and he doesn’t stop.

it’s sunny the next day and sakusa sees you at the same place at the same time. your skin glows under the rays of sun that adorn your face and pink flower petals are stuck in your hair, but it fits you. this time, you’re silent, only greeting him once and he’s confused. did you not want to talk to him about your day? there had to be some reason you were stuck doing something after school again.

"you seem quiet today." he comments. his gaze was piercing, though, it only lasted a few seconds before he immediately looked the other direction. he was feeling- what did komori call it again? gibby? gitty?

giddy.

he was feeling giddy and he didn't know what to do about it. and it was all because of you, a pretty thing who liked to talk to people you barely knew. it was easy for you to get comfortable, something that sakusa lacked. the energy wasn't exactly reciprocated, but he was in awe of how someone can open up so easily like you did, even to someone as seemingly emotionless and disinterested as him.

so why weren't you doing it now?

"yeah." you avoided eye contact, playing with your thumbs, "just don't feel like talking right now." but you always felt like talking. you were vocal during class and lunch, about anything and everything. he was confused to say the least.

"how was your day?" he asked, your head tilting in confusion. so he was interested in your day now?

"it was okay. i had to help revise some essays after school and mr. sato thinks i'm pretty good at it." you ramble on, again, about anything and everything. about the most common mistakes, the most basic structures, the usual feedback you give. he adds a few comments here and there, but your hand is on the wheel and it's the most calming thing that he listens to despite how established and bold you sound.

"what about you, sakusa?" you ask this time, making sure to give him enough space, both physically and emotionally. yes, you were outgoing, but you would hate to overstep. it didn't take a genius to figure out why he wears a mask, why his hands often looked dry, why he did everything to avoid a crowd. you would hate to make him feel dirty and he takes note of this, appreciating it internally as the interaction ensues.

"i got invited to a youth training camp for japan." he simply states, a hint of pride in his voice.

"whaaaat?" your eyes sparkle and you're already stumbling on your own words. questions sprout in your mind, but they never quite make it out of your mouth. it's funny, he thinks. it's cute.

sure, you've been dragged to a volleyball game only once or twice, but it had to be something of significance if there was a small amount of emotion in his voice. from what you've heard, sakusa was talented, hardworking, gifted, passionate. but while waiting for a train? he seemed calm, even disinterested if you weren't paying attention, keeping a distance. you can't blame him, that's just who he is and you accept it easily.

"you must be quite the spiker," your raise your eyebrows, "but it's a shame that our school colors are kind of ugly." you laugh while he gives you a baffled look, "what do you mean?"

"you heard me." a grin is planted on your face, waiting for some sort of reaction, but instead sakusa looks down at his bright greenish yellow uniform, "oh come on, sakusa!"

"what?" he's genuinely puzzled, but you give in.

"i admire our student athletes, alright. some of you are annoying, but that's besides the point," you pause, pursing your lips together, "but all of you come out of practice looking like highlighters. you're practically glowing, not in the good way, and the sun is out!" you bite your lip, trying not to laugh at his piss colored uniform.

"i see your point," he thinks for a moment, "so what should be our school colors, then?"

"i think a plain black would fit you. maybe a dark blue? those would fit well with your masks, i think. plus, you would look really h-" you stop yourself, cheeks heating up.

"really, what?" sakusa scoots an inch closer. he has an idea of what that next word is, but your confidence is making him ease into the cockier side of him. he's smirking under his mask and you can't even tell.

"horn- no, uh- healthy?"

"healthy?"

"i forgot what i was going to say." you give him a smile as your train arrives, "see you tomorrow? i'm editing essays again."

"see you tomorrow." he waves.

he doesn't know what it is, he doesn't even know you that well. but there's a slight tug in his heart when he watches you board the train. he knows he'll see you tomorrow. he knows that you'll talk to him again. but it feels so far away.

he thinks that maybe, he'll get closer. because you made it so easy for him.

#sakusa kiyoomi #kiyoomi sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi x you #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi scenarios #kiyoomi sakusa x reader #kiyoomi x y/n #kiyoomi sakusa imagine #sakusa fluff #sakusa kiyoomi fluff #sakusa kiyoomi fic #sakusa kiyoomi scenario #🍓.writes

166 notes · View notes

nevaryadl · 3 years

Text

Day 23 of the 31 Days of Apex: Recovery cw: Gibraltar/Crypto, mlm fluff, canon typical violence, injuries (broken ribs, mild head trauma)

Crypto was not scheduled for the next game.

So regrettably, he got a first row seat to seeing Revenant putting his metal hand with robot strength into Gibraltar's gut. Gibraltar's gear and the fact that, even for a bot, Revenant was a pile of metal string comparatively speaking, that probably saved Gibraltar from anything horrifically gory happening. However, Crypto knew all too well what it looked like when someone broke their ribs, and seeing Gibraltar go down with a shocked expression on his face and lifting his hand to grab at his side, Crypto knew all too well that Gibraltar likely just had about three or four ribs shattered by the metal bastard.

Thankfully, Gibraltar's teammates (Caustic and Wattson) quickly rushed in and started opening fire. When they had pressured Revenant off of him, Wattson doubled back to get Gibraltar on his feet while Caustic deployed a gas trap to keep Revenant further at bay. Wattson managed to get Gibraltar up, but he kept holding his side and when they got him walking, he did so with a painful limp, which only confirmed Crypto's mounting dread that Gibraltar had finally broken something. Even with how much of a shield he acted in battle, Crypto had yet to see Gibraltar break something, let alone something like a rib where he needed to keep fighting or give up on the fight, and given that there were still teammates to protect? Gibraltar was going to keep fighting, pain and broken bones be damned.

Crypto went from looking horrified at the big screen projecting the game to getting up and running towards where they took the injured Legends after games. Most everyone got out of his way as he booked it like a man dying, making it there just as Lifeline (also not scheduled) rushed in.

"Ya saw too?" She breathlessly asked, pulling on her coat and snapping on a mask.

"Is he--"

"I won't know until they bring him in."

Lifeline let him stay, waiting until the game finished and the injured Legends could be brought in. And of course Gibraltar was last because it was him, and of course he was keeping a very wobbly Octane up and steady as blood dripped steady from a rather nasty looking gash that had cleaved through his mask, despite clutching his own side still. Lifeline, being the professional that she was, just started ordering her aids to start taking care of people, get the Legends out of armor and gear and start working on wounds while she took care of the worst cases first. Crypto, seeing a chance, slipped into the mass of furiously working orderlies and was there to help Gibraltar out of his gear.

"Hey Cry," Gibraltar rasped, giving him a strained smile. Because of course he would try and reassure Crypto when the man himself was the one that was hurt.

"You've got broken ribs, Gibby, you shouldn't be talking," Crypto scolded softly.

When they got him out of his gear, Lifeline had come around to see how bad the breaks were and then taking Gibraltar over to Doc to have the helpful bot to scan him. Crypto breathed a small sigh of relief when she deemed the breaks clean and start working on getting him painkillers and using medical tape to put ice packs to the affected areas.

"Ya shouldn't have helped Silva in here with these busted things," Lifeline scolded gently as she very gently pressed an ice pack to the patches of dark bruises and taped it down.

"Hey, I'm fine, he couldn't even see straight," Gibraltar chuckled before wincing.

"Easy on ya ribcage, Gibs. Ya gonna need to take it the next two months, doctor's orders," Lifeline scolded softly, before turning to Crypto. "I'm gonna trust ya with makin' sure this big marshmallow takes it easy, okay?"

"Yes, doctor," Crypto said.

Once Gibraltar was settled, Lifeline had him stay around awhile to get a chance to help reduce the swelling with the ice packs and let the painkillers sink in. She had a few ice packs for him to take with him, some more painkillers, a prescription for more if he needed them, and a helpful little booklet of information on how to properly recovery, what he was limited too during recovery, length of recovery, so on and so forth. She made sure to drill in it in that he needed to rest, because he had broken ribs lower in the chest, his organs were most at risk if one broke off and went stabbing inside of him and she did not want to have to sew up those kinds of injuries on him. Then she handed him off into Crypto's hands to take him home.

"You can lean on me a bit, Makoa," Crypto said, easing one of Gibraltar's arms over his shoulder.

"I know, Cry," Gibraltar said, giving him a small but strained smile.

Crypto could not take all of Gibraltar's weight, but he could let Gibraltar lean against him and get some of the weight off of his bad side, making the journey to Gibraltar's place that he stayed between games at least easier and less punishing on him. Cyrpto could not take away all of his pain, but he could make even a small part of it easier, so he was going to do it. When they got to Gibraltar's place, Crypto insisted on helping Gibraltar into a seat and then getting a few things to make it so that Gibraltar did not really need to get up. And then he just... lingered. He wanted to stay longer, he wanted to help more, he wanted to be around Gibraltar more because he really liked him, but he also was aware that Gibraltar might have wanted space--

"Hey Cry, can you hang around some more?" Gibraltar asked, looking up and giving him a smile. "Sorry, just I know I tend to be the shield and forget about myself. Could use a hand remembering to take it easy.

"Yes, of course, Makoa," Crypto readily said, thankfully tampering down just how happy he was that he got to spend some more time with Gibraltar.

"You know, I hear kisses can be quite soothing," Gibraltar chuckled before wincing.

"I do not think they do that," Crypto smiled, "I think you just want a kiss."

"Maybe, I have had a rough day..."

Crypto just kept smile, leaning over to press a kiss to Gibraltar's handsome face.

#Apex Legends #Apex Fics #gibto #makoa gibraltar #crypto apex legends #cw: injuries #long post/#fluff

9 notes · View notes

muscle-worlds-stories · 4 years

Text

Gibby has always been a large kid. His parents neglected him as a kid so he ate his sadness. His parents always had to buy the plus size clothes for him and he felt self conscious of his weight as he grew older. When he got to college he was over 300 pounds. He decided to start going to the school gym to lose weight.

Whenever he stepped in the gym though, a small group of jocks mocked Gibby for his weight. They tormented him, telling him to walk back to the McDonald's where he came from and leave the weight lifting for the pros. Gibby always went to the showers crying because of the jocks hurtful words.

One of the trainers, Chris, always observed Gibby and his tormentors. Chris hated bullies, he would have told the jocks to stop the bullying but he had an idea. Chris' family was 4th generation wizards. He could make a spell that could both help Gibby and teach those jocks a lesson.

Chris went home and dug up an old book from his grandparents room. He flipped the pages and stopped at a page that said one thing in English - "Bod transo"

The next day Chris saw Gibby on the treadmill walking at the slowest speed. The jocks walked in and made a mean comment about Gibby walking in the gym when he should be walking to his next meal. Gibby looked sad yet again and stopped his workout and rushed to the showers. Chris then took out a piece of paper with the spell on it and recited it word for word.

He pointed at the jocks and then to Gibby before he got out of Chris' sight. The lights of the gym flickered for a second and the jocks looked up and them went with their workout right after.

As time passed on, the jocks started to complain to each other. They spoke to each other asking if they looked smaller than usual. One even asked if his beard was thinning out, which it was. The jocks stopped using the large weights and went to the lightest ones that the gym had. Chris assumed that the spell had half worked and went to the bathroom to check on Gibby.

Chris knocked on the door and opened it calling out Gibby. But as soon as Chris opened the door, he saw that the spell fully worked.

Gibby had taken all of the jocks best qualities. Gibby now stood way past 6 feet, his head almost grazing the shower head. He had also grown a dark beard on his now sharp jawline and sported some nice curls on his chest.

His arms were now round and hard with a thick vein running down the bicep. Gibby looked at himself in the mirror and flexed his new body. His muscles looked pumped like he just went through an intense workout. Gibby then noticed Chris was in the room and apologized. His voice had lowered to a deep bass that echoed in the room. Chris said not to worry and said that Gibby's body looked great. Gibby thanked Chris' compliment and scratched at his crotch. It looked as if Chris' spell had taken all of the jocks physical attributes. Gibby smirked at Chris, asking if he wanted to see his now clearly erect dick. Chris declined laughing at the offer and just suggested if he joined Gibby on his workout. Gibby smiled and said he'd love a spotter. He said that he hoped to bench 400 and beat his last record.

#muscletheft #musclegrowth #hairgrowth #nerdtojock #magic

151 notes · View notes

juliepop · 3 years

Text

New Years Resolutions

[Miragehound Fic] AO3 Link: here

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences (

A/N): Wow, who doesnt post for a year and comes back just to drop some fluff? Me. Hi, I've had a really shitty year and I needed to write something to make myself feel better. This is dedicated to I. They're the person who pulled me out of a really dark spot and encouraged me to take time for myself and write a little.

Summary: Elliott was taking this New Years Resolution List making seriously, or he would be if Renee wasn't insistent on ruining everything. A new addition on his little list was becoming increasingly hard to ignore.

"You're really funny, hysterical even," Elliott grumbled, snatching his list of Renee's hands before she could deface it anymore. She frowned at him as he crumpled it a little before curiosity got the better of him, he had to know what was written. Glancing down, Elliott almost choked at her little addition before he made sure this time to make a paper ball and hurled it at her head.

Renee caught it, of course. Pesky voices not even letting him get away with his dignity as she tossed it back, and it bounced off his chest when he wasn't fast enough to catch it. That was totally cheating.

"Elliott Witt, you are a baby."

"You're a baby," Elliott mocked, snatching his paper off the floor because he just cleaned that, and there was no way he would live down someone finding that as he tucked it in his back pocket for safekeeping.

Renee, to her credit, only bared her teeth at him, the little gremlin pointing a finger at him as if she could tell he was calling her names in his head before she pulled the concerned mom face. Shit. "What are you so afraid of? Out of everyone else I've seen Bloodhound interact with, you're the only person I've seen who they let pet their bird. The worst thing they can say is no."

"Uh, are you forgetting who we're talking about? This is the person we watched take five knives out of nowhere once, five. I'm pretty sure they had more, but it only took five of them before the security gave up and just let them pass."

That was a pleasant memory; Elliott could vividly recall how the devs had demanded all the legends stop sneaking weapons onto the dropship and set up a metal detector. Bloodhound set it off every single time they walked through, and for every attempt, they pulled out yet another wickedly long hunting knife from their coat until finally, the security guard gave up. It was a little funny at the time, maybe even a tiny bit sexy, but Elliott wouldn't ever admit to that. Probably. "What if my conf-confec-ugh. What if I say my feelings and they get offended? I'm too pretty to die."

"Pretty annoying, yeah," Renee muttered; Elliott made an offended noise before she reached out to set a hand on his arm. "Elliott, they're not going to stab you for having feelings. I mean, if they don't already know. You're kind of obvious."

"Me? I am so subtle!"

Renee stared at him for a moment, her gaze going from the top of his perfectly styled curls, the sleek yellow silk shirt that sparkled under the lights with every movement, the black leather pants and his designer ankle boots before staring him in the face.

"...okay, I meant I'm subtle about my feelings."

"You shot yourself in the foot the last time you teamed up with them because they complimented your wingman shot; you cracked your shield, Elliott. That isn't subtle."

He had done that.

Elliott winced at the memory, having taken down Bang's team with a few well-placed shots, and the next thing he knew, Bloodhound was clapping him on the shoulder. Murmuring how he'd done a powerful slatra of the enemy, and Elliott had tried to play it off, spinning his wingman around his finger to holster except the safety wasn't on. He'd struck his foot, the loud crack of his shield startling everyone there, and he wanted to die a little when they'd sweetly offered him a battery,

"Renee, you promised you wouldn't bring that up."

"It was on national television, Elliott. You were viral for a long time."

Over two million hits in one day, it was impressive and mortifying all at once.

"Listen, my main concern for the night is having this party go well. We can talk about that after. It's not like they're going to be here anyway, you know Bloodhound doesn't do parties."

"If they show, you have to tell them." Renee bartered, Elliott trying not to grin in victory because he was right. They never did parties, they were forced into one party a year for the anniversary of the games, and that was all.

"Deal."

Elliott Witt was wrong and stupid.

Bloodhound did come, they showed up precisely on time, and Elliott had nearly cried right then and there because they even greeted him softly at the door.

"Hallo, Mirage."

"Heh-ha-heeeeey, Hound! How's it hanging?" Smooth Elliott, really smooth.

They only offered a nod, mysterious and masked like always, and they smelt faintly of firewood, gunmetal and pine. Which is to say, Elliott was sniffing them, stepping close to offer a hand to shake as they wrapped leather-covered fingers around his and squeezed. "You want a tour?"

"Nei, I think I will find myself a place. Thank you, though, Mirage."

"Hey, we're outta the ring. You can call me Elliott."

"You look...nice." They muttered, the words so faint they're almost lost amidst the chattering of legends and music, but Elliott was focused solely on them. Just hearing the compliment made something in his stomach flutter, Elliott unable to stop himself from laughing softly in surprise and rubbing a hand over his beard, pretending he could rub the colour flooding his cheeks.

Elliott had heard compliments all night, some of them about the party decor, the food, or even his outfit, but this was the one that really made him feel something. He was a little bashful, fingers lingering against theirs as he slid his hand away reluctantly before offering a delighted grin. "I think you look really nice too."

"Takk," Bloodhound murmured, the moment interrupted as Octane yelled something about beer pong, and Elliott turned his head to make sure the idiot wasn't breaking anything when Bloodhound took that moment to leave.

When he faced forward again, they were gone, having found the armchair he'd tucked off to the side of the room to make space for the dancefloor and settling in. Elliott hadn't actually intended that chair to be a spot, it was blocked off by tall potted ferns lining the dance floor, but if that's where they felt most comfortable, that was okay.

He was just really pleased they even came.

Then less pleased when he heard Lifeline scream Octane's name before Elliott heard a deafening crash. Seriously ??

Two broken tables, a broken chair, and a cracked window later and Elliott was exhausted. Offering an open bar to a bunch of people who liked chasing each other and murdering their friends was dicey, it seemed alcohol brought out the crazy. Octane wanted to jump off things, Bangalore was drunk as a skunk and offering to fistfight people, and at one point, Rev had scuttled along the ceiling, and someone had screamed.

Okay, Elliott had screamed. Who the fuck does that? What the fuck does that? It must have been illegal somewhere.

Thankfully there were some ordinary people though, Gibby had brought along a special friend who seemed like an average person who didn’t want to break things. The dude was even kinda funny, and he had a knack for making the big guy laugh loudly, I mean, he totally wasn't as amusing as Elliott, but he was alright.

Even Crypto, the bitter old man had shown up, shamed into silence by sweet angel Nat when he tried to pick a fight with Elliott. A battle Ellie would have totally won, hands down. Stupid Crypie.

Midnight was coming up fast, though, and everyone seemed to be split off into their little groups, which was kinda nice. Octane was playing DJ and entertaining Ajay, Anita, Ramp, Loba, and Path. Crypto had struck up a conversation with Nat and Renee in a corner, the three of them looking real serious about something. Even Doctor Somers was there, she was talking to Caustic of all people, but those two seemed to be hitting it off and Elliott was only a little envious. Rev was nowhere to be seen thankfully or not thankfully. Elliott cast a glance up in fear, a little relieved when he didn't see the murder bot hanging there like a spider.

Then there was Elliott; he was taking his host duties really seriously and restocking the cute little finger food trays when he felt a hand land on his shoulder, Renee was reaching to steal an appetizer. She leaned against the table, expression a lot more relaxed than Elliott had ever seen her, and there was the faintest drunken flush across her cheeks as she cast a glance to Nat and Crypto. "So, I took your advice, and Natalie said she'd love to be my new year's kiss."

"Wait, my advice worked? You took it??" Elliott tried to very subtly show his approval for his friend, laughing and dragging Renee into a hug that she slapped out of with an annoyed noise.

He knew she secretly loved it though, her mouth quirking up at the corners while she tried to hide the almost smile. "I mean of course it worked. I am not just pretty; I'm clever."

"I guess sometimes you have good ideas. Maybe you should take my advice too then, ten minutes left until the new year and I know you haven't told them."

"Awh c'mon, Renee. You know I can't just march over there and do that, I have finger foods to resto—"

'Fuck the host duties, Elliott." Renee growled; Elliott was a little surprised to hear the gremlin swear before she forcibly took the tray from his hands and he was left staring in shock at his drunk friend. Well, he was staring down in shock. She was the size of a pissed off toddler. "Go talk to them. Now. You have five minutes before I march over there and bring them to you."

"You wouldn't--" Elliott started, stopping when he saw the look in her eyes and yeah, he thought she just might. Peeking over to see if anyone was listening, Elliott froze when he noticed Bloodhound's mask was pointed in his direction before he blinked and shook it off.

Of course they weren't looking at him, he was just in the middle of the room, and that's how they were sitting. Inhaling sharply through his nose, Elliott turned back and looked at Renee, who started picking at the food on the tray and stuffing her face. "I'm scared."

"I promise I'll watch over you two, make sure they don't pull out a knife."

"Haha, really funny. You're hilarious; you know that, right?"

"You're stalling. Four minutes now." Renee murmured, Elliott swallowing hard as he realized that there is a limited amount of time left, and he cleared his throat before asking real quietly if he looked okay. Renee's gaze softened, reaching up to smooth his collar for a second before she smiled crookedly. "You're a knockout, Elliott. Now go."

So he went.

Elliott tried to quiet his racing heart down as he walked, talking himself up in his head as he kept his gaze glued to his boots. He looked great, and Bloodhound was a...they were a friend. Everything would be okay, he would go over there, chat them up a little, and he could inform Renee he tried to tell them but it didn't work out. Easy.

His palms were sweating as Elliott walked up, aware he'd reached the point of no return as he saw the bottom edge of the ferns before he jerked his head up and caught sight of them again.

Bloodhound had tucked their chair even further behind the potted plants, hidden by their little jungle but he could see they were comfortable. They'd taken off their hunting coat, the jacket casually laid over the back of the armchair, and that left them in an oversized sweatshirt that did nothing to hide how broad their shoulders were as Bloodhound cocked their head at him.

They were wearing some kind of layered outfit, a turtle neck that covered their neck completely and a baggier layer over it that mostly obscured their body from view with matching pants and thick sole boots.

Overhead, Elliott had strung up fairy lights for the room's lighting, rows and rows of soft white lights glinting off their goggles and the metal parts of their mask as Bloodhound watched him draw closer. His mouth was bone dry, tongue trying to smooth over his lips, but Elliott felt like that didn't help as he took a shallow breath before clearing his throat.

Be cool.

"H-hh-hi Bloodhound!"

"Hello, Mirage," Bloodhound answered; Elliott was telling himself they did not intentionally sound soft just for him. He only ever heard them talk in the ring; Bloodhound tended to murmur commands there, and discussed creative ways to kill their fellow legends instead of small talk. The rare moments he saw them not in a tense situation were few and far between, not for his lack of trying though. Bloodhound wasn’t a big talker, they kinda tended to offer up two-word answers and stared a lot. It was cute.

Elliott liked how their accent sounded like this, though, casual and soft. Like they were having an intimate conversation, instead of Elliott stuttering over basic words and bothering them like was currently happening.

"Are you uh, do you like the party?"

"It has been an experience." They answer after a moment, the faintest hint of something lurking in their tone as they nod toward the gathering legends with their gazes glued to the holoscreen with a large timer counting down. Shit, two minutes. "I do not attend most events, but I wished to accept your invitation for this."

"Oh, I'm glad you came," Elliott says, hoping his sincerity rings through as he glances at the dwindling amount of time until the new year before he looks back. "I know parties aren't your thing, but it makes me happy you're here."

Their blank mask doesn't change, there's no discernible way Elliott can even tell what's going on behind it, but he swears he feels them smile at him for a moment. It's kind of like being trapped in a cold dark room for years and stepping outside for the first time, feeling the warmth of the sun against your face and letting it soak into your frigid core.

His mouth curved upward, returning what he hoped was a smile from them and not Elliott developing a sudden fever or something when Octane broke the moment with a shout.

"One more minute, amigos!"

"What? That went by so fast!" Elliott sputtered, caught off guard by everything as everyone behind readies themselves.

"So it did. Do you wish to go join them for the countdown?" Bloodhound asked, nodding toward the gathering crowd of legends standing near the holoscreen and readying up their party poppers and chattering. Elliott glanced over, seeing everyone seemed to be paired up already, smiling faces turned toward the timer slowly ticking down. He almost jumped when he turned back, realizing Bloodhound was standing with their coat back on magically and looked like they were ready to go.

"Are you leaving?" Elliott blurted out, unable to stop himself from sounding disappointed as he hears everyone behind counting down from twenty.

"I do not wish to keep you longer."

"Ten, nine, eight… "

"Keep me? I'd love if you kept me."

“Mirage…”

"...Four, three, two, one! Happy New Year! "

Behind everyone breaks out in cheers, the sound of fireworks going off muffled behind the thick glass panes of the windows to the side, but they still make colours dance across the room as the legends all set off their party poppers.

Bloodhound and Elliott both watch everyone breaking off in couples, Elliott laughing when he saw Octane drag Ajay into a kiss only to get slapped a few moments later, the medic calling him a grabby jackass. He sighed wistfully, surprised when Bloodhound put a hand on his shoulder.

"Is something wrong?"

"Usually, my New Years' kiss is my mom; it sucks being so far away from home."

"A kiss is a..tradition?" They ask slowly, head tilting in that distractingly cute way, and Elliott laughs a little at how lost they sound.

"Yeah, it's about str-stren-ugh, making ties with people stronger and stuff. That or not being lonely all year." Elliott answered, gesturing to the other legends, who were either kissing or hugging one another.

The fireworks outside were still going off, shooting various colours into the sky, but that was all hard to keep track of when Bloodhound used their hand on his shoulder to pull him behind the ferns. "Uh, Hound?"

Bloodhound's hand moved from his shoulder to the back of his neck, Elliott inhaling sharply as they yanked their respirator down, and his brain kind of shut down when their lips pressed against his. They tasted like orange juice, he realized, Bloodhound already drawing away and Elliott kind of flounders at the idea that his only kiss with Bloodhound was going to be a peck, before he wound his arms around their neck and he pulled them closer.

They gasp, fingers squeezing the back of his neck in surprise, and Elliott closes his eyes and kisses them for all he's worth. Bloodhound is stiff at first, and that's the moment he wondered if they were gonna stab him for pushing a boundary when they slowly softened and hesitantly moved their mouth under his. It felt like they were trying to copy his movements, Elliott sparing a second to wonder if maybe they didn't have a lot of experience before he thinks fuck it and licks against the closed seam of their lips.

Bloodhound shudders in his arms, lips parting on a shaky sigh, and Elliott takes advantage to lick past their teeth, and it's extra confirmed they were drinking juice all night when he gets an actual taste. It's endearing and hot, and all the positive things he can't think of at the moment because he was currently kissing Bloodhound like his life depended on it. Honestly, it just might if this pissed them off.

They gradually relaxed further though, the hands that were gripping his neck and now balled in his shirt as Elliott rocks up on his toes to press against them fully. They were a little taller than him, something he was secretly thrilled about as his hands slid from their neck and down their arms for a moment when Bloodhound pulled away with a soft gasp.

They were breathing hard, Elliott cursing the fact they were tucked away in such a dark corner because he could only see part of their face and the parts he almost made out were gorgeous. Kiss swollen lips, faint spiderwebs of scars laced along their cheeks and jaw, and—

"Hound?" Elliott asked concerned when they sounded like they were choking between pants, a hand lifting as if to ward him off for a moment as they lifted their respirator back in place to take a measured breath with a soft hiss. It's then that it connects that they might need the thing, Elliott parting his lips on an apology when they use the hand they were holding in front of him to cup his cheek instead. Leather rubs over his cheekbone softly, Bloodhound breathing deeper breaths from their respirator and he settles down.

"Do not worry, vinur. I was surprised; you had taken my breath."

Now Elliott knew they meant literally, but he couldn't help the soft smile curling his lips at the idea of Bloodhound calling him breathtaking as he leans into their palm for a second. He was still worried, but already they seemed to be back to normal as he could see the deep and even breaths they were taking. "You took my breath too, but in a good way. I uhm, I don't know if you meant the kiss to be romantic, but I--"

"It was meant to convey romantic feelings, yes." They interrupt, their tone brooking no argument, and Elliott gapes at them like a big dumb fish for a second before they rub a gloved thumb over his bottom lip, and he snaps his mouth closed with a flush. "I apologize for using your tradition for such a thing, but I could not let the opportune moment pass."

"I u-uh, y-yha- uh." God, he was choking so hard. Elliott felt his face heat more, cursing his stutter as he blabbered more broken consonants before taking a sharp breath and recalling something. Reaching into his back pocket Elliott takes out the crumpled paper, holding it out to Bloodhound, who glances at it before delicately accepting and smoothing it out. When they get to the last line, he can see fingers tightening on the paper before they raise their head to look at him.

"I like you; please date me." Elliott manages to get out, almost impressed by how smooth that came out, considering he was blubbering random noises a second ago. Bloodhound doesn't answer right away, well, verbally anyway.

A hand settles back on his face, Bloodhound already pulling their respirator down again, and this time Elliott is very ready for the kiss they plant on him. Unknown to either of them, Renee is watching, holding out a twenty-dollar bill, which Natalie takes gleefully.

"For someone who can see the future, you are quite bad at bets."

"I blame Elliott; he's too slow."

"The hand on Bloodhound's butt says otherwise," Crypto mutters, gagging into his drink and Renee can't help but smirk a little. Yeah, she was definitely going to tell Elliott about that later. Maybe after he finished making out with his new date-mate, the trio tilting their heads as they watched Elliott shove Bloodhound against the wall, and Renee swiftly put a hand over Natalie's eyes when it gets a lot more R-rated.

Maybe she would hold off telling him until tomorrow. They looked like they would be busy for a while.

Renee’s mouth ticks up into a smile.

Finally.

#miragehound #uhhhh idk what else to tag this shit #mirage #Bloodhound #writings #go like like it on ao3 maybe?#told you I would write something at some point

18 notes · View notes