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jadewritesficshere · 11 months

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Happy Birthday

Steve Harrington x female!reader

Summary: Steve gets a video from you for his birthday.

Warnings: masturbation (male and female), f masturbation on video, pet name (baby), no use of y/n

18+ only

Steve sighed contentedly as he flopped onto the couch. He propped his feet up on the coffee table in front of him. He surveyed the destruction across his living room and smiled. Balloons were strewn about, streamers falling off the walls, and random cups that had been forgotten. Robin had thrown a surprise party, and though part of him thought he was too old for a party being in his 20s, he couldn't help but feel elated. Cherished even.

He glanced at the pile of gifts he had received. Eddie had gotten him an album, Nancy had given him more clothes in yellow, and Robin had gotten him tickets to a hockey game. You had given him three movies: one was a favorite of his, the other a new release he had wanted to watch, and then a home movie. You had asked him to watch it alone, claiming it was too embarrassing to show everyone and that you had been emotional in it. You made him promise, and Steve tried not to break his promises.

Steve hoped you were emotional because you confessed you liked him. Steve and you had a flirty relationship, but neither of you had "officially" said anything. One drunken make out session kiss was enough to fuel his fantasies for months, a kiss that you didn't seem to remember. Steve wasn't sure if he should bring it up, afraid of rejection. He wondered if you were silent for the same reason, or if you didn't even remember.

However, you could be emotional because one of the times you had your camera, you had found a stray dog. Both you and Robin were bawling about how the dog had been abandoned, leaving him as he wrestled with the dog from hell. Steve cursed that stupid rat dog, he would even curse the breed if he knew it, as it had scratched him relentlessly. Giving the dog a bath was funny in retrospect, but at the time Steve was fuming over this dog soaking both him and Robin and causing Robin to somehow fall into the tub, yanking Steve down with it. Of course, you were recording the whole time. The only good part was hearing your laugh.

Or maybe it was the time everyone had went to the lake. A seagull, which made no sense to Steve as it was the lake and not the sea, had stolen Eddie's sandwich. Eddie had taken off chasing the bird, yelling and cursing the whole way. Steve remembered laughing so hard he was crying, and he remembered the way your face had beamed at him. The way you pushed the hair out of his eyes.

Or it could be the party where everyone had gotten drunk, except for him. Sure, he had done a few keg stands in his days, but he wanted someone to be sober to take care of you. You had been rambling about something before stopping and calling him "pretty". He had blushed and tried to deny it, somehow making you think that he didn't find himself pretty. You had started trying to convince him, getting more sad that he felt bad about himself. Which Steve didn't feel bad about himself, but he wasn't going to complain as you gave him compliment after compliment. You even wrapped your arms around him and cuddled him. You were so warm in his embrace. How he wanted to embrace you in other ways.

Steve snapped the VHS case open and stared at the tape. He was alone now and his mind was going crazy with what ifs. He probably was overthinking it. He popped the VHS in the player and grabbed the remote before sitting back on the couch. He hit the power on and-

Steve's eyes widened and he dropped the remote. He wasn't sure what he was expecting but seeing your chest in red lacy lingerie was not it. The swells of your breasts pushed up slightly. He wanted to kiss and suck at your chest. Red lace contrasting against your skin. Your chest moving up and down as you breathed. Your hand comes into view and gently grasps your breast, squeezing it. Steve wished it was his hand.

Steve inhaled deeply and his hand shook. Holy. Fuck. His jeans were unbearably tight as he watched you slowly remove the bra. Your nipples were hardened-God, how he wanted to lick and tease them. You pinched one and let out a moan. Steve wanted to make you moan like that, but just hearing you? He was harder than he ever had been in his life. You sounded sweeter then anything he could imagine. You sounded like an angel, and he was in Heaven.

Steve unbuttoned his jeans and peeled them down enough for his cock to bob up and hit his navel. He was already leaking. He spit in his hand and wrapped it around his hardened length. He focused back on you and-

Steve moaned. You had moved the camera down to the red lacy panties you were wearing. "See that Baby?" You were out of breath, barely speaking above a whisper as you traced a finger over your clothed pussy. A damp spot was noticeable in the fabric and you sighed as your finger traced over the spot," See how wet I am for you, Baby?"

Steve's eyes closed instinctively before he snapped them open. He didn't want to miss a second of this. Steve's hips bucked into his hand as he stroked up and down his dick. On screen, you removed your panties, and his mouth watered. Steve bit his lip as he got a clear view of your pussy. You were so wet; he wanted to lick every drop. He wanted to taste your arousal. He wanted to hear you scream and writhe against his tongue as you came. He wanted his face covered in your release.

Your fingers on screen played with your clit before circling your weeping hole. One of your fingers easily slid in due to how wet you were. Steve moaned at the site of you adding another finger and pumping in and out. You moaned and ground against your hand. You added another finger and Steve couldn't help but think of how small your hands were and that it wouldn't even prepare you for his dick. As you picked up your pace and started to buck your hips wildly, Steve sped up to be at the same pace as you. He imagined that it was his cock spreading you open. How wet you would be. How warm. How tight. Your mouth dropping open in pleasure, your whimpers under him (or over him he wasn't picky).

"Steve!" You let out a gasp and moaned on screen, fingers getting drenched by your release. "Oh fuck shit fuck," Steve rasped out in between whines as he came all over his hand. His chest was heaving. Brain foggy from pleasure. His hair was stuck to his forehead from sweat. Steve sighed as he grabbed a napkin off the table and cleaned his hand, rubbing at the hem of his shirt that had gotten dirty. He looked back up on the screen to see your smirk. "Call me Stevie, next time you could do this to me yourself." The screen went black as you covered it with your hand. He could faintly hear,"Oh God what did I just do fuck ok this is fine, he'll like it right?" It took Steve all of two seconds to jump up and grab his car keys to head to you. Oh he definitely liked it. Fuck calling you though. The only calling that would be happening tonight was you calling his name.

#Not me having a part two already been started #Listen yall Steve deserves a great birthday first off cause I know his parents never really cared #But secondly that man deserves to be wined dined and fucked #Anyways uh have this #Is this self indulgent? Bro you telling me you don't want Steve to get off to the thought of you 🤨#Anywho keep an eye out for part 2 i guess uh its gonna be awhile #But I got the start of it but uh I have like 6 other WIPs rn so #Steve Harrington smut #Steve Harrington x reader #Steve Harrington x you #Steve Harrington x y/n #Steve Harrington x female!reader #Steve Harrington/female!reader #Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington/reader #Steve Harrington/you #Stranger Things fic #Jade is Talking

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littlebluejaydraws · 1 year

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Looking at the creamy surface of the liquid, Castiel wonders why he never thought of doing that, then at Dean's pleased smile, wondering why he did. Map of the World, Chapter 7 / What Love Can Do- Bruce Springsteen

ID: A series of seven digital drawings of Dean and Cas from Supernatural, showing Dean making Cas coffee, along with lyrics from What Love Can Do by Bruce Springsteen. The drawings are all rough sketches in black on a white background, with mid tones in pink in every second image. The lyrics areas follows. 1: "There's a pillar in the temple where I carved your name, there's a soul sitting sad and blue", with Cas sitting at a kitchen table and Dean leaning on the same table looking at him. 2: "Now the remedies you've taken are all in vain", with an image of bottles piled up around a trash can, viewed through the legs of Cas' chair. 3: "Let me show you what love can do, let me show you what love can do", with Dean facing away and pouring coffee into a cup at the kitchen counter. 4: "Darling I can't stop the rain", with a birds-eye-view of a coffee mug as Dean adds sugar to it. 5: "Or turn your black sky blue", with a close up of the coffee mug as Dean passes it to Cas. 6: "Well let me show you what love can do", with Cas taking a drink. 7: "Let me show you what love can do", with Dean and Cas sitting facing each other at the table and smiling. End ID.

#cas #castiel #dean winchester #deancas #destiel #down to agincourt #dta #supernatural #spn #springsteenatural #I am currently trying to wean myself off coffee #so going back to the fic that started me drinking it haha #(it really does taste better loaded up with sugar and half n half kajfg)#this concept has been in my head for ages so good to finally get it down #probably will have more dta stuff coming up because that fic did really rearrange my brain #actually idk why im being coy about it i have already finished two more things and may do more sdkjg

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serasfanfiction · 1 month

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Inspired by this Twitter thread.

Part 1

If asked about it later, Lucifer would have sworn it was an accident.

Well, his discovery was. Everything else? That was 100% on purpose.

The incident in question came about like most interactions with Alastor. Alastor messes with Lucifer (for no reason, Lucifer might add). Lucifer retaliates (with mixed results). Alastor tries to get under his skin. Lucifer casually reminds him can squish that little static bitch like a bug, thank you very much.

And so on and so forth, most only stopping when Charlie interrupts them.

It was all going pretty much to script. Alastor had just made a comment about his parenting skills - look, he knew he had messed up, but he was here, now, and trying! - to grind his gears when Lucifer found himself inspired.

Alastor wanted to rile him up? Well, fine! Two could play at this game.

Because while Lucifer's parenting skills - or lack there of - was a sore spot, Alastor wasn't without his own triggers. Case and point: The Radio Demon absolutely loathed it when men touched him. Granted, he didn't like it when anyone he didn't tolerate touched him, but men in particular was a hard no-no.

Lucifer honestly tried not to poke that beast. He knew why all of his people, these wretched and terrible sinners, were in Hell. All he had to do was take one hard look at any of them and he'd know. And oh, how he knew every single one of Alastor's victims. Could lay the names of all of them, especially that first one, at his feet if only he thought Alastor regretted even a single one of those deaths.

So he knew why the seemingly unflappable radio host hated to be touched and he genuinely tried to respect that boundary even when his own weren't respected.

But sometimes Alastor pushed and pushed until he got his reaction.

In this case, it was Lucifer in a small duck form landing right on Alastor's head.

Alastor froze as the Devil laughed at him, static emitting from him like he'd hit a bad station. Lucifer took advantage of the opening to nip at one of the tufts of hair he'd always seen sticking up on the guy's hair, only to realize:

"Are these ears?"

He let out a quack of pure delight. On either side of him, the little black antlers he'd never really paid attention to began to enlarge. Lucifer proceeded to put two-and-two together and got: "Wait, are you a deer? Does that mean you have a tai--"

He was cut off by an overly large black and red claw swipping him right off of Alastor's head. It was at this point, Lucifer realized that Alastor had grown in size, eyes manic and maw agape. He clearly intended to take his chances with attempting to eat his king.

Which, rude. Clearly, he needed to learn to take it if he was going to dish it out.

Lucifer easily shifted into a serpentine form, before slithering out of Alastor's grip. To avoid the drop, he shifted back into duck form, keeping just out of reach.

"Ha!" He taunted. "The dreadful Radio Demon, hell bent on treating everyone else like prey, when really--"

"Dad!"

Lucifer spun around, spotting none other than Charlie. While her interruption was indeed like clock work, the look of disappointment on her face was new. And so terribly damning.

Lucifer fluttered to the ground, taking to his humanoid form as he touched down. Behind him, his nemesis creaked oddly, as if his bones no longer had any cushioning between them. "Hey, Charlie, I..." He trailed off as his daughter didn't spare her hotel's manager the slightest glance. They all knew what to expect from Alastor. Alastor would always be none other than himself. She'd clearly expected more from her father.

Who'd just as clearly disappointed her.

Again.

Lucifer shrunk into himself, suddenly finding his victory tasted like ash.

Charlie placed her hands on her hips, stance . "Alastor, I know you like teasing my dad. And Dad, I know Alastor can take some getting used to, but can't you both please just try to get along?"

A figure in red came up beside Lucifer, the correct size and shape to indicate Alastor had returned to his normal shape. Lucifer didn't dare look at him, keeping his gaze fixed solely on His daughter's face.

"Ah, forgive us, my dear." Alastor says it like he'd never lost his cool to begin with, charm turned up to the nines. "We merely got a bit carried away. No harm done."

Charlie sighed, stance already softening. She never liked being stern. She much preferred to be a problem solver. She eyed the two of them. "I'm not going to ask that you like each other. Just promise me you'll at least try not to antagonize each other."

Lucifer side-eyed Alastor, who had the gall to appear serene as an untouched pond.

"Dad."

Lucifer's attention snapped back to Charlie. "I..." Her expression was bordering on disappointed again and he felt his arguments crumble. "Of course, Char-Char. Anything for you."

Her smile was like a sunrise dawning over Eden. Lucifer resolved himself to actually try to avoid fighting with his daughter's business partner.

Charlie turned that expectant look on Alastor. Alastor's smile softened into something fond and indulgent, true despite the slight distance to it. "Very well, my dear Charlie. I promise not to antagonize your father."

Charlie, always willing to give someone the benefit of the doubt, clapped her hands together. "Oh, thank you, both of you!"

Lucifer wasn't entirely certain he believed a word Alastor said, but that was between the two of them.

Tbc

Part 2

#radioapple #hazbin hotel #alastor #lucifer morningstar #deer lucifer fic #there's some deer!lucifer content floating around my twitter feed #i blame this all on that #first deer!lucifier appearance in part two #which ive already started #i just ran out of steam for tonight

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neverevan · 3 months

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Fuck It Friday ☔️

Tagged and tagging @diazsdimples @daffi-990 @wikiangela @honestlydarkprincess @exhuastedpigeon and my sweets whose continuous support means the world to me @malewifediaz @spagheddiediaz @jeeyuns MWUAH 💛💛

Hey peeps, I've been having some not-exactly-good dreams last night and then had a really not-exactly-good day, on the flipside I have officially finished the first draft of the mudslide fic. 🫡

It still has a lot of blindspots and some kinda vague bits, but the skeleton is there, all I gotta do is build on it! It ended up just over 62k and though now I'm trying to avoid guessing word counts in general, I think it'll come to round out around 70k or so. Anyway, here, have some more Buckley-Diaz domesticity:

“What is it, Chris? Where is the fire?” “Dad!” His smile was so bright that his eyes crinkled with it and it was enough for Eddie to soften and let his grumpiness melt away almost instantaneously. “The Aquarium opens at nine!” Eddie dragged his hands down his face in an attempt to make himself more alert. “You didn’t forget about that, huh?” The door to his bedroom opened behind them and Buck walked out, squinting and looking just as disheveled as Eddie left him in his bed a moment ago. “Buck!” Chris turned his head into his direction. The air stuck in Eddie’s lungs for a split second, expecting the row of questions or accusations from Chris — after all, the kid was intuitive as hell — but it never came. Instead he just pushed past Eddie and grabbed Buck’s wrist, tugging him towards the kitchen, Eddie wandering numbly in their heels. “Hey Chris, wha- what’s going on?” Buck asked, clearly still in awe of the situation he found himself in only minutes after waking up. “The Aquarium opens at nine.” He relayed the same information to Buck as well, but while Eddie just felt a little out of sorts that he actually forgot about their plans, Buck’s face lit up like commercial LED lights. “Well then, we better get started on breakfast, hm? What do you say?” “Waffles!” Christopher cheered and Buck laughed, jovial and full of love and not for the first time, Eddie found that his heart was beating to the rhythm of hope. It wasn’t his fault that waking up in the same bed with Buck, followed by a family breakfast sounded perfect. Well, maybe too perfect. “Sorry bud, I don’t think we have any left in the freezer.” Eddie informed him regretfully, but before Chris could’ve expressed his disappointment, Buck cut in. “Come on Eddie, who needs frozen waffles when I have my Sous Chef to help me with the batter?” Buck winked at Chris who just beamed up at him in response. Eddie didn’t even know what to say to that, so he just watched the two of them idle towards the kitchen before following suit.

#this bitch is 158 pages already?? and it'll still get longer?? who's even gonna read all that lmao but seriously #I'm so excited I might die?? like wow #this was the first fic I started writing for these two sillies and to actually finish it after all this time??#it's still gonna be a lot of work but I think I MIGHT be able to start posting next week #god I can't believe I actually managed to pull it together before the weekend #so now I might just edit the grave fic tomorrow and post it~#because the shannon feels got to me and I kinda made myself cry with that one lmao #anyway #🫡🫡🫡#buddie #911 #wip #the mudslide fic

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ywpd-translations · 6 months

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Ride 750: Blue sky

(Thank you to @monkeyingaround for helping me with a couple of things in this chapter!! <3)

Pag 1

1: Right?

Hahaha

2: 'morning!

'morning!

Did you bring the thing we talked about yesterday?

Pag 2

1: Summer is here

Pag 3

1: Yeah

2: Look at the color of the sky!!

3: It's a crisp blue sky!!

Well, the color is sky blue, after all

4: Ka....!! You're seriously so narrow-minded! Your eyes are so narrow, too, and that's why you're not close with our kohai

My eyes have nothing to do with... huh!? The kouhai!?

Se... senpaii!! Teh

5: Huh?

Pag 4

1: Rokudai!!

Naruko-san, Imaizumi-san

Good morning!!

Why are you greeting us with so much enthusiasm?

2: You have a huge bag as usual. What is it?

Thank you so much!!

Why are you thanking us!!

Oh, Kinaka is here too

Good morning!!

3: We collected

4: everyone's laundry at training camp, and now we're putting them to dry!!

Yes

Don's take it all on yourself!!

5: It's towels and t-shirts used at training camp that we don't know who they belong to!!

Ah yeah, but even so

Pag 5

1: And the weather is nice, so putting them to dry is nice!!

You already finished drying the first round?

An extreme manager spirit!!

2: What about the other first years?

Ah, they haven't arrived yet, teh

They're not coming?

3: I'll kick them out

Huh...!

What a fast decision!!

4: Think about it again, please!!

Hmm, then let's kick out half of them

Waaa.!!

…. that's what I meant, Hotshot

What?

5: Ah, uhm... by the way, uhm... what about Onoda-san?

Ah, he should be here soon

6: Ah, he's not a morning person?

….. no

Pag 6

1: After training camp, Onoda-kun....

2: Fu fu fu

Ratatata, to the sun...

3: I want to go together... fu fu fu

5: Far

6: Far away..!

Fu fu

That student on the city bike i so fast!!

Pag 7

2: Good morning, everyone...!!

3: He watched everything I recorded while we were at the training camp, and now he's here!!

All the anime!!

4: Look, he's gleaming!! That's the face he has when he's in a good mood because he watched a good anime and came to school while singing its theme song!!

Ohh...

5: Interesting... he watches anime, and... his face is gleaming....

You're taking notes about Onoda-kun's life?

Pag 8

1: Ahh, I'm so happy that “Kawazanyou wa at shiro”, shortened in “Kawashiro”, really has good animation as the preview reviews had said

Oh, yeah?

Imaizumi-kun, will you watch it too?

I'll think about it

Think about it...!!

2: And the second part of “People of the dead”, “the bloody battle” was so scary but so good!

Oh, yeah?

3: You have never seen it, but Onoda-kun

4: He hums an anime song during races

5: And he becomes super fast!!

7: Th.... that's so cool...!!

Pag 9

1: Now!!

2: Third years

Make up supplementary lessons for the members of the bicycles racing team that were away for trainig camp

3: It'll be boring like every year, but we'll get through it

Yeah

Tch, supplementary lessons?!

Pag 10

2: Apply this formula

3: Therefore, the value we're looking for is...

6: Go, Rokudai

For us, too

Pag 11

2: Another three minutes

3: I can see a light!!

He's coming

4: Ohh!!

5: I wasn't expecting this, Furuya

Yeah, Murakami

6: The only one among us first years who could run the whole 1000km in this training camp in the time limit is-

Just a little bit more!

You're in time!

Press on the pedals one last time!

Pag 12

1: The former manager and beginner, Rokudai Renta!!

Pag 13

1: The only survivor

2: Two minutes before the time limit, 23:58, the first year Rokudai

3: completes the 1000km...

4: and is ranked

5: sixth

Kinaka-kun!!

Pag 14

1: You did it, Rokudai

2: Kinaka-kun!!

Ugh-!

3: Thank you, Kinaka-kun.... I could have never done it if you hadn't been there, Kinaka-kun, teh....!!

You did it with your own strength

Guaaaa, thank youu....

Pag 15

1: Cough cough

Are you alright!? Is it your throat, Kinaka-kun!?

You slammed your elbow into it

Teh!?

Hahaha

3: Alright now, let's gather around, give an ending ment, and then leave

Yeah!!

4: Please make a firm ending speech, captain!!

Ah....!!

5: Right... a speech... I have to say some wise saying.... wh- what should I do

Kakaka you can just say whatever you're feeling!!

6: Anyway, finally

Pag 16

1 / 3: All six members who will fight in our last Inter High

Pag 17

3: Are here!!

Pag 18

1: Thank you so much!!

Thank you!!

-you!!

2: I'm tired..

But you retired so early on

Yeah but the senpai's race was so intense

I know, right

3: Ahh... this year even just watching it from here made my heart rate increase

4: Yes!! It was an intense training camp!!

Pag 19

1: We're counting on you, Rokudai

4: Oi.... Issa, wake up

5: The teacher looks incredibly angry!!

6: Huh? That daifuku is half the price!? Really, Naruko-san?

It's no use, he's sleep-talking!!

Pag 20

1: Everyone worked really hard at the training camp

3: It's coming soon this year, the Inter High

#yowamushi pedal #yowamushi pedal translations #yowapeda #yowapeda manga #yowamushi pedal manga #yowamushi pedal spoilers #ride 750 #i'm sorry but page 14 is my new personality ;A;#if it wasn't clear enough already: I LOVE ROKUDAI AND KINAKA SO MUCH THEY'RE MY MOST PRECIOUS BABIES #AND THEY HAVE THE SWEETEST LOVELIEST AND MOST PRECIOUS RELATIONSHIP #AND HUGGED!!! i love when my fave characters huuuug and it doesn't happen enough but it did now!!! watanabe loves me and i love him #after last chapter i started writing a fic when just this happened and now it really did asdahjfgksfgs #useless to say that i am still writign the fic bc my feels are stronger than ever #watanabe really has the talent of creating new characetr and making them my new faves #first with the mtb boys and now these two #also this chapter was really for me huh #my imanaruuuuuuu #they really are always together sadjlasdgjad funniest pair ever #i feel like writing another fic now #also also roku-chan taking notes abotu onoda sfhasdgad hes such a fanboy i love him #also have yall noticed that onoda hasnt done anything yet mhhh sometimes watanabe forgets that hes his main character lmao #how could i forget otaku imaizumiiiii #and naruko telling rokudai the hime hime singing thing that makes onoda faster lmao #the otaku racing team #cant wait for roku-chan to also sing it during this IH

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popkin16 · 1 year

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tged: bedtime kisses

1.6k. developing relationship, complete fluff, unbeta’d.

Lloyd develops a nighttime habit and Javier’s a pain in the butt. They’re in love.

Lloyd didn’t know where the urge came from that first time, but he had already kissed Javier’s forehead before he could think it through and beat the urge down. He’d frozen, inches from Javier’s face, but the other man merely slept on, his breathing deep and even. Javier had looked serene and comfortable despite sleeping slumped in a chair, and the firelight had cast a golden glow on Javier’s normally pale face. Lloyd had a difficult time looking away.

Lloyd climbed into bed after that first kiss feeling a mixture of relief, nerves, and quiet satisfaction.

Lloyd certainly didn’t spend a lot of time thinking about kissing Javier. Punching him when he was being particularly annoying, sure. But Lloyd was usually too busy to think about romance, let alone kissing the protagonist of the novel in which he was now living. The two were very separate things, Lloyd told himself. That kiss was an aberration, a one-off. Not romantic at all.

But it happened again, a week later. Javier had come in wearing pink bunny slippers, and Lloyd couldn’t stop the glow of fondness in his chest from flaring. It continued to burn even after Javier opened his mouth to say annoying things, which is how Lloyd knew he maybe… cared quite a bit.

Lloyd was smart. He was logical. He could recognize a pattern when it was right in front of his face. So he noticed that he felt more affectionate after one of their misadventures: when he woke to Javier by his bedside after Lloyd had fallen unconscious or when Javier was injured. When Javier showed he cared, in that cranky, subtle way he had.

“I can hardly allow the young master to come to harm,” Javier would say dryly, blue eyes mocking. As though he were doing it only to protect the heir to the Frontera estate, with no regard for Lloyd himself at all.

So sometimes Lloyd was overcome and pressed a gentle kiss to Javier’s forehead. Or touched his soft hair, marveling at its frankly odd color, keeping his touch gentle so he wouldn’t wake Javier.

It wasn’t hurting anybody.

Javier was always out like a light.

It didn’t mean anything, Lloyd told himself.

Javier was annoying and rude. Lloyd sometimes wanted to shake him violently, but having someone so steadfast by his side was…comforting. He was useful to have around, and he always had Lloyd’s back, despite any complaints or snide comments. And, Lloyd admitted - but only to himself! And begrudgingly! - Javier was handsome.

Ugh.

Maybe Lloyd had a tiny crush. Miniscule, really. He had far more important things to do than think of romance, and especially with someone like Javier. Besides, he refused to give Javier the satisfaction of knowing he’d reeled in someone else! There would be no love letters from Lloyd.

But on occasion, at night, when Lloyd was tired and weak to impulse, there might be some innocent touching. It was a point of pride for Lloyd that he could put Javier out. Javier was a man with keen senses and a strong sense of duty; if he felt there was any danger, there’d be no way he’d fall asleep, even to Lloyd’s engineering textbook lecturing. When the original Lloyd had inhabited this body, there was no way Javier would have let down his guard enough.

They’d come so far, even if Javier still refused to call Lloyd a friend.

Lloyd reached out with one careful hand, his fingertips brushing the soft, light hair. He carefully brushed the hair out of Javier’s face. He ran his fingers through Javier’s curls, once, twice, and pulled away.

Only for his hand to be caught in a solid grip before he’d moved more than an inch. Lloyd jerked his hand back on reflex, but Javier’s grip didn’t loosen. His arm hung there uselessly while Lloyd met Javier’s steely blue-eyed gaze. The air seemed thick, the moment drawn out, and Lloyd began to sweat with nerves. Javier was just…looking at him. Lloyd squirmed. He desperately racked his brain for something to say.

“I was checking for lice,” Lloyd blurted finally.

Javier raised a single eyebrow. “I don’t have lice.”

“You might,” Lloyd insisted, doubling down on his stupid, ridiculous lie. “I thought I saw you scratching your head earlier today.”

“I didn’t.”

“You did.”

“....”

“Anyway, you can let go now,” Lloyd said. Though he’d meant for it to come out as an order, it wasn’t nearly as firmly said as he’d hoped. The words shook almost imperceptibly and Lloyd cursed himself for the slip. Javier watched him thoughtfully, his face as unreadable as ever, and Lloyd wondered if this was it. If his stupid, selfish actions would make things unbearable between the two of them, with Javier now aware of Lloyd’s unrequited feelings.

But then Javier turned his face, his lips brushing against the rough palm of Lloyd’s hands. Lloyd sucked in a breath at the ticklish touch, the noise loud in the otherwise quiet room. Javier met his eyes steadily, a smirk curling the corner of his mouth.

“Forgive me,” he said archly. “I slipped.”

“You - you slipped?” Lloyd repeated.

Javier blinked innocently. “Indeed.”

“But - how does your face slip? What a sorry excuse.”

“It is just as unsound as your lice claim.”

“It is not! You could conceivably have lice,” Lloyd said, affronted. “It’s a misconception that lice like dirty hair, you know.”

“I have never had lice in my life,” Javier informed him, still holding Lloyd by the wrist.

“What, never?”

“No.”

“I suppose you’ll also claim you’ve never been ill,” Lloyd said skeptically.

“It is so,” Javier agreed, and Lloyd sputtered.

“Are you a cyborg? You cannot be human.”

“What’s a cyborg?”

Damn protagonist! Lloyd should have pulled his hair instead. He had forgotten, in the intimate tranquil evenings, that Javier was the most annoying person Lloyd had ever met.

He was just about to demand his hand back when Javier moved it so it was resting on the top of his head. Lloyd froze, pinned in place by Javier’s gaze, his expectant expression. They stayed like that for another long moment, Lloyd’s heart hammering in his chest, before Lloyd’s fingers hesitantly caressed those curls. Javier’s eyes went heavy-lidded as Lloyd scratched at his head and played with his hair, his body relaxing into the chair he usually slept in.

Lloyd watched him with a soft smile. Javier was like a giant cat - standoffish, but permitting touch when it was on his own terms. It was almost…cute.

When it seemed like Javier had fallen back asleep, Lloyd let his arm drop back to his side. Javier blinked his eyes open sleepily to watch as Lloyd took a step back, toward his bed. An idea occurred to Lloyd, and he dithered for a moment, biting at his bottom lip as he fought with indecision and doubt.

“You could sleep in the bed, if you want,” Lloyd offered. He tilted his head away subtly, fixing his eyes on the fire merrily crackling in the fireplace.

“And you?” Javier asked, still looking soft and touchable.

“Well, I - we would share the bed,” Lloyd responded. He put his hands on his hips. “This is a limited time offer, you understand. If you don’t accept it now -”

Javier stood. He took a moment to stretch, and Lloyd eyed the strip of skin as his shirt rode up. He was too tired and things were far too tentative between them, but even so Lloyd’s body took note.

“I will take the side closest to the door.”

“What? Why?” Not that Lloyd cared, but he couldn’t let Javier go around just making decisions without Lloyd’s input. Especially not when it regarded their sleeping arrangements!

“I will be better placed to protect you,” Javier pointed out reasonably. He pulled back the covers and climbed in. He looked unfairly right, lying in Lloyd’s bed. Even when he looked smug.

“Someone could come through the window,” Lloyd argued, still standing next to the bed.

“Less likely than an intruder coming through the door.”

“What about drafts? My side will be colder, as it’s closer to the window and further from the fireplace.”

Javier sighed long-sufferingly. “I will be here to keep you warm, Master Lloyd.”

“.....oh. Right.”

Just to be an asshole, Lloyd deliberately crawled over Javier’s sprawled body to get to the other side of the bed. Javier grunted, eyes narrowed with annoyance as Lloyd did his best to squish him. Sitting on his pillow, Lloyd whipped the covers back, letting cold air beneath the blankets. He wiggled his way down and Javier tossed the blankets over Lloyd, making sure his face was covered by them. Lloyd batted them down with an indignant, “Hey!” that Javier ignored.

Despite his body crying out for sleep, Lloyd was feeling cheerful, and that meant being a little shit. He tossed and turned as though looking for the optimal sleeping position, jostling the bed.

“Master Lloyd,” Javier said reproachfully, and turned on his side so he was facing Lloyd, and wrapped his arms around Lloyd’s body to drag him close. Held in place by Javier’s grip, unable to toss and turn, Lloyd pressed his face into his cool pillow to hide his delighted smile.

“You should call me Lloyd,” he muttered, feeling his face burn with embarrassment. He added hastily, “Just in private, don’t get any ideas.”

Javier hummed in quiet agreement. Then, “Go to sleep.”

“I am, I am.”

“Shh.” Javier’s large hand patted at Lloyd’s face with a touch too much force, so Lloyd bit his hand. Not hard, just enough for Javier to feel the press of sharp teeth. Javier pulled away with an amused huff and returned his arm to its place over Lloyd’s waist. He breathed out, ruffling the hair at the back of Lloyd’s head, and then his body went slack as sleep overtook him.

Lloyd smiled, that too-wide, pleased smile that seemed to terrify all who saw it. It gentled into something sweeter as sleep stole him away, and when he dreamed, it was of Lloyd and Javier bickering in a room filled with money.

#the greatest estate designer #llojavi #this is me trying to get back into writing #i already have at least 3 other llojavi fics started lmao #these two are v hard to write

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BREAKING NEWS 🎉Ch. 5 of The neighbor from 311 is up!🎉

#Yo hi its me. I forgot to post here when I updated chapter 4 ...well now there is two instead of just one! ✌(for the ones that still haven't #read chapter 4 anyways-)#updating was tricky since I've been so busy with uni and my personal life so. hobby writing was reserved for when I had free time #and only sometimes when I felt like it bc I won't torture my eyes with more screen time than the one I already have throughout the day #This was fun to write as usual :) I am excited to write the next chapter and how things will start to unfold from now on!#Oh I have also started to read dungeon meshi. I'm loving it.#the neighbor from 311 #trigun #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #vashwood #trigun stampede #wolfwood #vash #nicholas trigun #trigun fanart #reincarnation au #Trigun au #lenssi writes #lenssi draws #trigun fic #trigun fanfiction

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#7.1 Silent conversation

Every muscle in his body was sore, and the rocky ground that he laid on didn't make it any better. Grace knew he had at least three fractured ribs, given that his power was partially sealed by the floor administrator itself. But he had won the fight against Ren, the test that Hansung set up specifically for him. Now he was officially part of FUG, and done with the second floor.

If anything, the pain was actually grounding. Given that he had to participate in a war, this amount was close to nothing, just a mild inconvenience because he didn't have the power to quickly heal.

Light footsteps were the only warning he got that someone was approaching, and he felt an immeasurable amount of relief when he sensed who it was from the shinsu signature.

Grace tilted his head a little and smiled when he saw Agni. His heart swelled when his partner kneeled next to him and began tracing his face with rough fingertips. His cheek ached when Agni tenderly traced over it — there must be a bruise there. The hand lingered, Agni's icy palm against his skin acting like a cold compress. It felt really nice.

God, he missed him so bad. The pocket call didn't feel anywhere as close to witnessing the real person himself, tangible and alive.

Grace knew his voice would waver were he to speak anything at the moment, especially when Agni also looked like he wanted to cry himself. So they just drank in the sight of each other, gentle touches reminding them that they were not alone, and it was alright. Grace didn't need Agni to say anything to understand what he was feeling, or what he couldn't say out loud. After all, this wasn't the first time they had a silent conversation.

Grace double tapped Agni's knee and lightly squeezed it. 'I'm here, I got you'.

Agni's eyes widened slightly before softening, his gaze no longer distant. The corner of his lips slightly pulled upwards and the lines between his brows ceased. He returned the gesture by double tapping Grace's palm and squeezing his wrist.

Grace caressed the knee with his thumb, 'are you alright?'

Agni shrugged, but he gave him a reassuring smile. 'I don't know, but I will be'.

Agni reached for his lighthouse and pulled out a bandaid from the first aid kit that he had always brought ever since he lost his healing sweetfish. Grace had long known that Agni had a habit of keeping his hands busy whenever he needed to gather his thoughts, so he let Agni clean every small cut on his exposed skin and wrap them with a bandaid. Agni frowned when he reached Grace’s chest, which most likely had a bad bruise on it, but didn't say anything else and left it be.

After he was done, Agni drew a circle on Grace's palm. Sometimes it meant 'what's on your mind?' and other times it meant 'distract me', but either way, Agni wanted him to talk. He could refuse, of course, but Agni had read him like a book. He was thinking of something before Agni came, after all, being left alone in this cave with his thoughts.

So Grace patted the ground next to him and Agni laid down, shoulders touching and hands intertwined. Grace cleared his throat to test the waters, making sure his voice wouldn't crack.

"This place is nostalgic for me. I used to lay on the hard rocky ground and stare at the ceiling for a long time. It was cold, dark and humid, nothing like the bed we usually sleep on and nothing to see up above. But it was peaceful. Just me existing without needing to think of anything. It got me thinking. . .what would have happened if I didn't come to the tower? Every scar, every death, every loss. . .is it worth it? You always came to my mind then, and I know I would rather have this than being alone in that place."

Agni squeezed his hand, "My life would be meaningless if I never met you. I climbed the tower to find something worth struggling for. And here I am, with you. Even if I have to experience every scar, every death, and every loss all over again, as long as you're here. . .I’d say it's worth it."

Grace brought their intertwined hands closer to his lips and kissed the back of Agni's hand. It meant either 'thank you' or 'I love you'. He didn't need to turn around to know that Agni was blushing.

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#longest snippet so far #healing sweetfish that Grace mentioned is firefish #i just like to stick with canon where Khun called it sweetfish and not firefish (or at least that's what I remembered)#Grace's clothes is actually more torn and he has more bandages but it's hard to visualize from that angle so let's just pretend #at the start of S1 to this point of time Grace and Agni are already dating albeit only recently so hand kisses still overwhelms Agni #after this event they started calling each other with their new names so by the start of S2 they've already used to that #anyway next week we'll get back to the comic hurray #tower of god #tog #two sides of the same coin fic #my fic #my art #bam #baam #25th baam #25th bam #the 25th baam #the 25th bam #jue viole grace #khun #koon #khun a.a #khun aguero agnis #khunbam #koonbaam #bamxkhun

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