#okay. i stand corrected this is a short fic not even close to a drabble

[ms-all-sunday]

Sanji didn't mind being out for watch during the nighttime- he usually got early night shifts so he could get enough sleep in the morning before preparing everyone's breakfast, usually for that time at least the Marimo was awake and then he'd have some amount of company, but for tonight he was all alone. Smoking as a blanket laid haphazardly over his body and a pillow behind his back.

The cool air of night hung around him in the crows nest and for a brief moment the merry- a ship with a notoriously loud crew even by Sanjis standards, was slient.

Only for a moment.

"Cook. Do you mind if I join you?"

"Robin?"

She poked her head above the entrance to the latter, just enough that you could see her eyes from under her bangs and the top of the bridge of her nose.

"Sorry. Did I come at a bad time?"

"No! I'm just surprised. It's cold and you don't usually stay up this late."

"Hm. Well. I'm up here now. You wouldn't mind company?"

He looked suspiciously at her. "... I wouldn't."

Robin is wearing a coat over her nightgown, which makes her look a bit less ghostly than usual. Would Sanji have to share his blankets? Yes. And he doesn't mind, he runs hot anyways. The only thing he regrets is not getting another pillow as Robin settles down across from him, the blanket covering all of the floor of the crows nest.

"I admit that this conversation isn't totally on a whim, I wanted to ask you something before we next to the next island."

The shipbuilding island.

He nods. "Anything for you."

"No, that's exactly it. Why don't you flirt with me like you do a lot of other women? I'm not complaining.

Well. Hm, that isn't exactly the whole truth is it? It's more complicated than that.

Regardless, you don't seem like you expect anything romantic from me or have romantic feels for me at all, I'm curious about that. You're so committed, I never thought your dedication would waver in this respect."

Sanji looked surprised and took a drag of his cigarette.

"Okayyy, for one, I do have a crush on you."

"Then why-"

"I'm insulted that you would think I didn't."

"Yes. Okay. Sorry. Regardless, that only makes the question more interesting."

"I don't seem like I have romantic feelings for you, I would guess, because... Uh."

Why does he do that? Why put a thin veil over being attracted to Robin and nobody else?

"You're smart and funny and it'd be a shame to limit myself when talking to you."

"Nami is smart and funny."

Sanji laughs and Robin smiles.

"Nami is different you know that. I mean that I don't have any chance with you, so thinking about our relationship from a romantic angle is... Unhelpful? Even though I have a crush on you doesn't mean I think flirting regardless of anything is appropriate. I have to know when to apply it to a conversation. It's like a seasoning. Plus, there's more to admire if I don't limit myself to flirting with you. Being friends is better on all accounts."

"Friends where one of them is in love with the other. Understandable. I honestly thought any romantic... vibes? I got where just apart of the rouse that you do."

He sputters. "It's not an act! Not fake-"

"Yes. I've mentioned your interactions with Nami once in this conversation already, do you want me to cite my sources beyond that or do we just want to leave it at that? Sorry, maybe it would be better to call it an excuse with her-"

"It's kind of a rouse, fine, contextually! It wasn't a rouse with you. I'm legitimately in love with you. It's kind of fucking hard not to be."

"Oh? How so?"

"Why is it, that when I tell the women I have crushes on that I'm in love with them, they don't believe me?"

She smirks. "You have a type, clearly."

Sanji takes a deep breath. "You're elegant, your voice calms me down, you're funny, you're unbelievably strong, you're insightful, you help me even though I don't ask for it, you know things about me that nobody else does and for once in my fucking lifetime I'm actually okay with none of my defences working against another person in the same way I am with Luffy. But he's him. And you're you. Different."

If the lighting was better, Sanji could see Nico Robin blush.

"Thank you."

"My pleasure. You believe me now?"

"I do. Somehow I thought it would be more surface level than that."

"People have been telling me I give off that vibe recently. I've gotta fucking change that."

...

"I want to sit next to you."

"Sure."

Sanji moves to sit next to Robin. She remains taller than him, even sitting down, by the few inches difference between them. She has an indescribable expression on her face, it seems distant. Maybe longing. There are a million words she wants to say and they all die in her throat.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No." She says softly. I did.

"You can lean into me if you want."

She does.

The texture of his dress-shirt was softer than she'd have imagined. She can't cry in front of him- none of this was planned out in her head.

Just get curiosity out of the way. This is the way it has to go- she tells herself. And despite intending it as comfort, the words in her head only twist the knife deeper inside her.

Making her want to cry more.

And so she does, softly, in the exact way Sanji can't see or hear but he can feel. While her mind is elsewhere, she can't realize she's being held.

#modposts #okay. i stand corrected this is a short fic not even close to a drabble #i could post this on ao3 and it would be semi-legitimate #i just wanted to test what i think is a better interpretation of sanji and robins relationship before i committed. #op #one piece #fanfiction #fanfic #nico robin #black leg sanji #water 7 #implied sanami #implied lusan as well

[misc-obeyme]

Hii! I hope you're having a great day/night!

I absolutely loved your barbatos prompt for flufftober, seeing how much he works and how he doesn't seem to relax ever, I just feel the URGE to take care of him 😀😀😀

Caressing his hair until he sleeps, giving him a skin care, (Give him a mind-blowing orgasm by sucking him off on his room until he finally relax and then directing him the most loyal and lovestruck gaze he would ever receive, but that's an idea for another time 🤭🤭) doting on him in general

So, can I please ask for a (drabble, fic, imagine, anything you feel like) where MC make barb sit still and proceeds to massage his back, kneading on his knots until he relutanctly turns into mush?

Hi there, anon! I'm having a good night, I hope you are as well!

I'm so glad you liked the Barbatos Flufftober prompt! I have that exact same urge, like just sit down and let me do things for once! Ugh I love him lol.

And when I tell you that I was so close to having MC give him a massage... But I also really wanted him to soak his feet 'cause I felt like he probably stands on them all day and I don't care if he's an ancient powerful demon that has to take it's toll!

Anyway, my full requests are closed but I can write you a short little something! In case it wasn't already painfully obvious, I love Barbatos and I love writing about MC taking care of him lol.

GN!MC x Barbatos

Warnings: none!

Barbatos was sitting on the edge of his bed. His uniform jacket was already folded neatly beside him, but it had been a struggle for you to get him to take it off at all.

You sat behind him now, your hands on his shoulders, methodically pressing your fingers into his stiff muscles.

Barbatos's body was tense, but you were determined to get him to relax, even if just a little bit. You concentrated on his neck and shoulders for a while, kneading carefully, working out the knots that you could feel beneath your touch.

As you did this, you felt Barbatos release some of that tension he was holding. He made a low noise in his throat, as though he was trying not to relax, as though he was trying to keep himself from showing just how tired he really was.

"I don't understand why you're so stubborn about this," you said softly, your hands pressing into him, causing his body to rock slightly against you. "You work so hard for everyone all the time. Why can't you let me do things for you every once in a while?"

Barbatos sighed and you were thrilled to see the way his body sagged a little as he did so. "Forgive me, MC," he said. His voice was low and full of something uncertain. "It is simply that a good butler never shows his fatigue."

You snorted. "Okay, first of all, you're the best butler of any butler that ever butled."

Barbatos chuckled and you were pleased to see the little blush that painted the tips of his ears.

"And second of all, you don't have to be a butler right now," you went on. "Right now, you can just be Barbatos. You can let go with me."

Barbatos was quiet. You weren't sure if he didn't know what to say or if he simply disagreed with you.

You didn't press him, only pushed your thumbs into a particularly difficult knot in his back. After a few moments, you felt the knot begin to release as you circled it carefully, working the tension out of it.

This caused Barbatos to sigh again and this time, he allowed himself to sink into you. His shoulders descended and he actually leaned into your touch, his head drooping just a little.

You leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the nape of his neck. "See? You're feeling better, right? Now you can be at your best when you get back to butlering tomorrow."

Barbatos chuckled again. "I see that you are correct in this, MC. You have my thanks."

You puffed out your chest in triumph. Perhaps now this could become a regular occurrence. You were nothing if not persistent. And hopefully Barbatos would continue to give in and allow you to care for him the way he cared for so many others.

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[hoebii]

Found and Lost

Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre : Angst, slight fluff, e2l, soulmate!au

Rating : nc-17 

Warnings : Swearing, major character death, mentions of attempted sexual harassment, mentions of being in an accident, jjk is a good boi

Wc : 2.3k

A/N : Thank you @joheunsaram​ for making such a pretty banner for me in such a short notice!!! Also thank you @taegularities​ and @heejinnien​ for being my amazing and adorable betas~ NOW LISTEN I GOT THIS FIC IDEA FROM A DRABBLE RID ASKED FOR guess who tf beta’d it? that’s right! the one this fic was for 🤡  My clown shit aside, I hope you guys like this one~ Also please let me know if there’s any correction to the warnings, I still struggle with wording shit right. As always, feedback is always welcome!! <3 

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Jungkook stood there, staring at you, hands fiddling with the flowers in his hand. He felt numb, no more tears left to shed - or so he thought. He couldn’t help but think back to happier days, when things had been good. 

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Jungkook walked down the corridor, casually chatting with Jimin while avoiding the students scattered about. He let out a yelp in surprise when someone bumped into him, causing him to stumble back as the other person fell to the floor. 

“I’m sorr- Oh, it’s you,” Jungkook muttered in distaste, when he saw it was none other than you on the floor. “I’d offer help but I don’t want to.”

“Fuck off, Jeon, I don’t need your help,” you hissed at him, standing after gathering your things from the floor, “just watch where you’re going, asshole.”

Jungkook watched in silence as you stomped away after that, annoyed beyond words at having to have interacted with you. 

“She’s cute,” Jimin spoke up, watching your retreating figure.

Jungkook could only scoff at the elder’s words, “How? I honestly feel sorry for her soulmate, dude.”

“Why do you two even hate each other so much?” Jimin asked, curious eyes staring at him.

He opened his mouth to answer before closing it again - why did you two hate each other? You two used to be best friends when you were younger, what had happened? Feeling Jimin’s gaze on him, Jungkook huffed and started walking away, “I don’t want to talk about it. Let’s go.”

“You have no idea, do you?”

“Shut up.”

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It was like any other day, Jungkook was walking home when he saw one of his classmates walking inside an alley. Usually he would have minded his own business - guys like that were bad news but when he heard someone calling for help, he decided to intervene. 

“What’s going on there, buddy?” he called out, stepping closer to inspect the situation. 

Whipping to face him, Sung-ho scowled, “Mind your own business, punk.”

Now having a clearer view inside the alley, Jungkook noticed a girl trying to fight him off, “Sorry dude, can’t do that. Now why don’t you let the girl go?” 

Sung-ho growled and walked towards him, grabbing Jungkook by the collar. “Didn’t you hear what I said? Mind your own business before you regret it.”

Sighing, Jungkook rolled his eyes and grabbed his hands, “Come on man, I don’t want trouble, just let her go.”

Growling, he pulled his hand back before throwing a punch at Jungkook, making him stumble back a few steps. Wiping at his nose, Jungkook’s hand came back stained with blood. “So that’s how you wanna play, alright then.”

He stepped away, shrugging his backpack off before turning and punching Sung-ho, making him fall to the ground at the impact. Jungkook heard the girl gasp, but he paid no mind to her for now; he had a douche to teach a lesson to. Sung-ho grunted, shaking his head to gather his senses before getting back up and rushing towards Jungkook. 

Jungkook merely side stepped, causing him to miss and stumble forward and Jungkook grabbed Sung-ho by his collar before he could fall. Raising his leg, he kicked Sung-ho’s back, making the said man shout in pain as he crumbled to the ground yet again. 

Walking towards the man, Jungkook stepped on him, looking down at him with raised brows. “Is that all? For someone who acts so tough, that was the easiest fight I’ve won. I don’t think that even counts a fight, dude.” 

Saying nothing, Sung-ho laid there on the ground, panting heavily as Jungkook moved away, watching in amusement as he pushed himself off the ground and rushed away, shouting,“You’re gonna regret this, Jeon!”

Scoffing, Jungkook turned to face the girl who had walked out of the alley now. “You alrigh- you? How do you always get in trouble?”

You said nothing, just stood there and tried not to cry as he went on. Jungkook noticed the tears in your eyes and snapped his mouth shut, his eyes softening. 

“Hey… It’s okay, he’s gone now.”

You finally broke at that, tears streaming down your face as you stepped forward and hugged him tight. “H-he cornered me out of nowhere. I didn’t even see him coming.”

Hesitating a little, Jungkook softly pat your head, hugging you back. He couldn’t help but think how good it felt to have you in his arms, how it felt as if you were the missing puzzle piece that would complete him. 

The two of you stood there for a while, enjoying the feeling of being in each other’s embrace before you finally moved away while sniffling. 

“Thank you…”

“Don’t mention it. Do you want me to walk you home?” he asked, heart sinking at how small you looked at that moment. 

“N-no.. It’s alright, you’ve done enough for me as it is,” you answered, starting to walk away when you felt him grab your hand. 

“Wait,” Jungkook called, grabbing your wrist before you heard him gasp, making you turn around, “it’s you!”

“Huh?”

He pulled you close - you exclaiming in surprise - and tugged your sleeve higher, exposing your soulmate symbol, a beautiful tattoo of a lily adorning the expanse of the side of your forearm. 

Tugging to free your hand, you felt his grip get stronger. He kept a firm hold on your hand as his other hand rolled the sleeve of his jacket up to show his own soulmate tattoo. It was you who gasped this time - there sat the exact same tattoo as yours on his forearm.

“Same tattoos, you know what that means, right?” he asked, still looking at your hand.

“You’re my soulmate…” you said, “wait, you’re my soulmate? Oh my god, you’re a jerk!” 

Jungkook sputtered at your words, looking at you with wide eyes, “Jerk? JERK? You’re the jerk here!”

“Real mature.”

“You’re the one who-” he started to fight back, only to be cut off when you kissed him. 

Pulling away, you couldn’t help but smile at the lovestruck look on his face, you didn’t know why you kissed him out of nowhere but you liked it. A lot.

 “Cute.”

Your heart felt like it would jump out of your chest, your cheeks hurt from how hard you were smiling. You never thought Jeon Jungkook would be your soulmate but here he was, looking adorable as ever. 

“I-I’m not cute,” he grumbled, blushing furiously.

Chuckling, you stepped away, “I’ll see you in class tomorrow, soulmate.”

“Yeah…” Jungkook answered, still not over the kiss before snapping out of his thoughts when you walked away, “Wait! Let me walk you to your house!”

You only laughed as you heard him running behind you. “Dork.”

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Once the two of you reached your house, you lingered in front of the entrance, “So that’s my house… ha..”

Jungkook chuckled at your words, looking at you with a raised brow, “I know, I’m your neighbour.”

“Right! Yeah. Obviously,” you exclaimed, face flushing in embarrassment as he stepped closer to you. 

“Why’re you acting so shy? You’re the one who kissed me back there,” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows when you looked up to face him. 

“Jesus, you’re such a dork.”

“But now I’m your dork,” he sang childishly. 

“Go home you idiot, I’ll see you in school tomorrow.” 

“Aww, no goodbye kiss?”

You huff out a laugh before grabbing his collar and pulling him down for a kiss. Your eyes slipped shut as his hands came up to cup your face, deepening the kiss. The two of you stood there kissing in front of your door till the need of oxygen became too much. 

Jungkook pulled away slowly, hands still holding your face gently, as if you were a delicate flower. In that moment you felt as if you were in a fairytale, stars twinkling in the sky and heart beating happily as you two stared at each other. 

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?” he asked softly, feeling as if speaking any louder would shatter the serene atmosphere.

“Yeah…”

“Yeah,” he repeated before leaning down and pressing another soft kiss on your lips. He stepped away after that, eyes never leaving your form as he started walking backwards towards his own house.

 “Watch out for the” you started, concerned as he bumped into a roadside lamp, “lamp…”

“I’m okay! Goodnight,” he called out, smiling sheepishly.

You shook your head at how endearing he was before entering your own house, you couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

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Jungkook waited impatiently at the entrance of the university, Jimin standing by his side and smiling in amusement. “So you two don’t hate each other anymore?”

“We never hated each other, hate is a strong word, you know,” he answered, trying to act unbothered at being laughed at by his best friend. 

Jimin acted as if he was contemplating the other’s words. “Hmm, you’re right. Though it was pretty obvious that you two would end up together.”

“What do you mean?”

“Please, the sexual tension between you two could have been cut with a knife.”

Jungkook didn’t know how to reply to that, he just stared blankly. Taking a deep breath, he said, “Oookay then, I would fight that but I’m not in the mood to fight.”

“Since when are you not in a mood to fight?”

“Shut up,” he grumbled, “where’s Y/N? She’s never this late.”

“How do you know that?” Jimin asked, smirking.

“...No comment.”

Jimin only laughed, shoving his hands into his jean pockets and turning to look at the gates again. Hoping to catch sight of you and finally put his nearly vibrating best friend at peace.

After a while, Jungkook started worrying; you still hadn’t showed up. He spotted one of your close friends walking by, looking worried, and he decided to approach him. 

“Hey.. umm Namjoon, right? Do you happen to know where Y/N is?”

The said man looked at him, raising one brow in question, “Didn’t you hear? She got into an accident this morning. It was pretty serious.”

It felt as if someone just punched him in the face. “What do you mean she got into an accident? Where is she now?”

“At XXX hospital, I’m going there right now.”

He hesitated a little before finally asking, “Can.. can I come with you?” 

“Sure.”

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Rushing into the lobby, the trio raced to the reception to find out which room you were in. The receptionist checked her computer before asking for their relationship with the patient. 

“My soulmate,” Jungkook answered, trying to keep a steady voice. He could feel Namjoon’s shocked eyes on him but he paid it no mind, you were more important. The nurse looked up at that, eyes turning sympathetic as she revealed the information.

Ignoring the look of sympathy, he rushed towards your room, Jimin and Namjoon close behind. Arriving in front of the room you were in, he saw the doctor leaving and approached him, “Is she okay?”

The doctor seemed startled at the sudden question but with one quick glance at the worried faces, he cleared his throat, “It’s not looking good, she lost too much blood.” 

“Will she be okay?”

The doctor looked at Jungkook curiously, “what is your relationship with the patient, sir?”

“She’s my soulmate.”

Jungkook hated how his eyes softened at that, hated how dread seemed to settle in his heart from the look of sympathy he got. 

“I’m sorry, she might not make it.”

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Jungkook snapped out of his thoughts, blinking away the tears that gathered in his eyes. 

“Huh… what do you know? I’m crying again,” he spoke to himself, chuckling quietly. 

“It’s been a whole year since we figured out that we were each other's soulmates. Actually, a year and one day,” Jungkook started, “today’s the day you promised that you wouldn’t leave me. Ironically it’s also the day when you...” he continued, his voice breaking at the end and he sniffled.

“The day when you said you loved me, I was so happy, over the moon,” he kept talking, his grip on the bouquet in his hand getting stronger, “but you’re selfish, you know? Didn’t even let me say I love you too before you left. Who does that?”

At that point, Jungkook was on his knees, body trembling from how hard he was crying but he went on, “You’re so selfish Y/N… leaving me right after I found you.”

Wiping his tears away, he placed the bouquet down on your grave. “I got your favourite flowers today… black roses. You always were into unique things,” he said, letting out a tearful laugh at the end. Though the laugh didn’t last long when he broke down again. “I miss you so much, Y/N. Why’d you have to leave me? We were supposed to grow old together, make many happy memories… not, not live the rest of my life alone.”

Wiping his eyes, he rolled up his suit’s right sleeve. “Look, I got new tattoos. Aren’t they pretty?” he asked, though he got no reply, just a breeze flowing past him.

It was in that moment that Jungkook felt truly alone, he had been in denial all this time, refusing to mourn for you. He had acted as if everything was fine till now, kept everything bottled up as to not worry anyone around him but now that he had finally come to visit you after all that time, reality hit him. It weighed him down, as if trying to crush him and he sat there as everything around him went on, the birds flew by twittering happily and the trees rustled in the wind. 

It was a beautiful day, honestly; the sun was shining and the sky was clear but Jungkook still couldn’t feel at peace and how could he? It was as if a piece of him was gone, never to return.

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[kpopfanfictrash]

Trouble

Member: The Rich Man’s Crochet Club!Hoseok

Header by: @underthejoon​ aka the best

Prompt: How Hoseok lost his virginity. Based off this line in the fic:  “That’s the whole point,” Hoseok explains, dropping a wink which makes Namjoon groan. “That’s how I lost my virginity, you know. I scored the winning run in a championship game and that night, Tiffany something-or-other jumped me in a dirty frat bathroom. It was…” Hoseok pauses for effect. “Heavenly.”

Rating: 18+

Warnings: semi-public bathroom sex, Hoseok is a virgin, fingering, who-the-fuck-knows-when-this-bathroom-was-last-cleaned

WC: 4,110

A/N: This one shot is told in second person (with Y/N). This is not the same Y/N from Rich Man’s Crochet Club (i.e., Namjoon’s Y/N).  

↳ part of my 30K milestone drabble game

Jung Hoseok is tipsy.

This is not the first time Hoseok has been tipsy, nor will it be the last, but this time is unique in that he has paid for nothing this entire evening. Since his arrival at the party, free drink after free drink has been pressed into his hand. This, accompanied by cheers of, “CONGRATS, ROOKIE!”

Hoseok is not a rookie on the kickball team – not by far – but this the first time upperclassmen have deigned to acknowledge his existence. He supposes this is what comes of scoring the game-winning run. A slow buzz of pride tinges his thoughts, mixing into the warm musk of alcohol.

“HOE-SUCCC!” hoots Jungkook, slinging an arm around his neck. Sipping on his beer – bought at the door – Jungkook eyes the crowd. “So, who’re you going home with tonight?”

Hoseok sputters, turning red above the collar. “What’re you talking about?” he mutters, shoving Jungkook’s arm off. “The club’s still got five members, remember?”

The Rich Man’s Crochet Club – don’t ask about the name – also known as their esteemed group of friends who happen to be virgins. Recently, their number has dwindled from seven to five. Taehyung was the first to lose his virginity, shacking up with some girl last semester and becoming virtually married. Seokjin was next, which came as a surprise to everyone but him.

Now, only five remain. Idly, Hoseok sips his drink and wishes one of the others had come to the party. None are on the kickball team though, leaving him alone with Jungkook. Not that Jungkook is not great, but while he talks a big game, he has yet to have sex himself. Not for lack of options, it might be noted. Jungkook keeps saying he is waiting – although Hoseok has no idea what for.

“I don’t know.” Jungkook glances around. “Tonight could be the night, man. Endorphins are high, drinks are flowing and every girl within a ten-foot radius is eye-fucking you silly.”

Hoseok nearly spits out his drink. “They are not,” he coughs, wiping his mouth with one hand.

Jungkook’s grin broadens. “I may be drunk, but I’m not blind.”

Subtly, Hoseok glances around and – to his utter surprise – finds Jungkook is correct. Multiple girls smile, one waves and several giggle before turning back to their friends. Hiding his shock, Hoseok quickly returns to Jungkook.

Being blunt, Hoseok is not the type to romanticize his first time. Maybe when he was in high school and there was someone to care about – but not now. Not when Hoseok is single, crushing on no one and just wanting to get laid. Multiple times, he has been close but somehow, Hoseok has always managed to psych himself out.

Draining the rest of his cup, Hoseok tosses this into the trash. Pushing himself off the counter, he nods when a teammate of theirs passes.

“That run!” cries Ric, nearly dumping his drink as he mimes the kick. “Man, whatta game, huh? Jung, if you don’t get your dick wet to-NIGHT!”

Wincing, Hoseok’s cheeks are practically scarlet. Multiple people overheard the remark, laughing and whispering when he whirls to face Jungkook. “I can’t do this,” says Hoseok in a panic. “I have to get out of here. Why is everyone assuming I’m gonna hook up, I –”

“Hey, you’re Hoseok, right?”

Hoseok freezes in place. The voice is entirely unfamiliar – new, bright and standing directly behind him. Slowly, Hoseok turns around.

His eyes widen. You are standing before him – short, smiling and fuck, are you cute.

“I – uh, yeah.” Discreetly, Hoseok wipes his hands on his pants. “That’s me. And you are?”

Your smile widens. “Let’s leave my name out of this for now.”

Hoseok’s eyebrows shoot up. “Um. Okay.”

Arching a brow, you look towards the dance floor. “Wanna dance?”

Heart pounding, Hoseok is about to decline – you are clearly way too hot for him – when Jungkook coughs and leans in. Pretending to pour himself more vodka, he mutters in Hoseok’s ear. “Stop freaking out,” he says lowly. “Just go dance.”

Hoseok exhales. Jungkook is right, after all – this is just dancing. The portion of the night Hoseok is good at. Forcing himself to smile, Hoseok nods. “Yeah,” he agrees, stepping forward. “That sounds like fun.”

Smiling flirtatiously, you grab his hand and lead him through the crowd. Hoseok swallows and follows, forcing his nerves into his stomach. The music is louder at the front of the house, everyone dancing as they twist to the bass. When you reach the front, you turn to face Hoseok. A giant speaker to your right is blaring, making it difficult to hear.

“How do you like to dance?” you yell, in order to be heard over the music.

Hoseok’s brow furrows. “What?”

“HOW DO YOU DA – oh, never mind,” you laugh, turning around and placing his hands on your hips.

Hoseok swallows, freezing when you press your ass to his front. Luckily, when you begin to move, twisting around to the beat, his natural instincts kick in. Hell, Hoseok was not captain of his high school dance crew for nothing. Sliding a hand over your waist, he grasps your other hand with his. Slowly moving his hips, Hoseok drapes your arm over his neck.

Exhaling, you lean back on his chest. The song is practically indecipherable, but that hardly matters – the song is not the point of this dance. All Hoseok needs is this; his hands on your body, your hips moving with his and his breath on your skin.

Losing himself in the downbeat, Hoseok grasps your waist tighter. When the tempo changes, you lean forward and – fuck, fuck, fuck – place your hands on both knees. Glancing over your shoulder at him, your lips quirk as you grind your ass on his crotch.

Swearing under his breath, Hoseok quickly grasps your waist in an attempt to hold on. If you keep this up, he is going to pop a boner in front of the entire kickball team. Snaking back up, you turn around in his arms and Hoseok pulls you in.

“You’re trouble,” he chuckles, not letting go.

Your hair is a bit sweaty, skin smelling citrusy and sweet. Grinning widely, you dance closer. “Why don’t you call me that tonight?” you tease, lips brushing his ear. “Trouble.”

“Done,” Hoseok grunts, hands cupping your waist.

Your body moves so easily with his, coming alive at his slightest suggestion. It makes his head spin, makes him want more in the worst kind of way.

Sliding your arms around his neck, you move closer. “So. Everyone is saying you’re kind of a big deal tonight.”

Hoseok suppresses a smile. “That’s a matter of opinion, I guess.”

“Oh? What’s yours?”

“That what’s going on right now is way better than what happened during the game.”

Eyes gleaming, you smile. “Good answer.”

“I try.”

“Huh.” Glancing over his shoulder, you scan the dance floor. “Can I tell you a secret, Hoseok?”

“Are you gonna tell me where the body is?”

“No,” you laugh. “Nothing like that.” Lifting on your toes, you press your lips to his ear. “I don’t actually go here.”

“Oh?” Hoseok turns his head. Your lips are so close to his.

You slowly shake your head no. “I’m an upperclassman at St. Martin’s, actually. My friend goes here. She’s the one who invited me to this party – and then promptly abandoned me for your pitcher.”

St. Martins – the kickball team Hoseok demolished earlier this evening. Lifting a brow, Hoseok smirks. “So, you asked me to dance to pass the time, huh? I don’t know if I’m insulted or flattered.”

“Be flattered.” Still staring, you lick your lips. “I saw you during the game. You seemed like you, uh… knew what you were doing out there on that field.”

Hoseok’s stomach sinks. That may be true for kickball, but for what you are implying is woefully inaccurate. Before he can say anything more, you lean up again.

“Wanna take a tour of the house?”

Hoseok inhales, nearly choking on his spit but luckily, this proves to be his saving grace. Taking this as a yes, your grin broadens, and you take his hand in yours. Hoseok allows himself to be pulled through the crowd, staring hard at your ass and thanking whatever lucky stars have aligned here tonight.

People are dancing throughout most of the first floor. You bypass all of them, coming to a stop at the staircase. Glancing over your shoulder, you raise a brow. “First floor seems crowded. Wanna look at the second?”

“Do you…” Dropping his voice, Hoseok leans in. “Do you know someone who lives here, or something?”

“Nope.” Meeting his gaze, you shrug. “Does that bother you?”

This is the moment Hoseok realizes he has no qualms about any of this. Having sex for the first time at a frat house – not his frat house – in the room of a stranger, with you. Zero reservations.

“Not at all,” he grins, nodding at the stairs. “Lead the way.”

With a laugh, you continue, tugging him up the staircase. The next floor is quieter, distant bass muffled through the floorboards they proceed. A few doorways are shut, laughter coming from behind them. Hoseok’s cheeks heat as you walk down the corridor, coming to a stop at the end.

You reach out, placing a hand on a doorknob and pushing. An unlit bathroom awaits – cleaner than Hoseok expected, but still nothing to speak of.

Glancing backwards, you cock a brow. “Wanna explore this room?”

Heart pounding, Hoseok stares past you. His hands are sweaty, limbs weak and he is five seconds from running away – when you step forward and kiss him.

Your lips part, tongue flicking with his and Hoseok stills for a moment before he finally melts. Hands sliding up your waist, he loses himself in the taste of vodka and mint. Hands twining slow in your hair, he has you up against the wall before he knows what he is doing. Knee wedged between yours, hips grinding together until you break away, panting.

“Fuck it,” Hoseok gasps, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the bathroom.

You shut the door as you enter, pushing Hoseok to the wall and resuming where you left off. He groans, the noise slipping out with an eagerness which betrays him. You do not seem to mind. If anything, you kiss him harder, one hand sliding down his leg to cup between his thighs.

“Fuck,” Hoseok growls, biting down on your lip. “You really are trouble, aren’t you?”

Breaking away, you grin. “I’ve heard that once or twice.”

Hoseok jerks his head. “Up on the sink.”

Cocking a brow, you obey. Grasping the sides of your shirt, you lift this overhead to fall on the floor. When you see Hoseok’s jaw drop, you turn and hop up on the counter. “Now, what?” you say, loosely swinging your legs.

Hoseok stalks forward – all one and a half steps it takes to reach you. Frantic, he tears his shirt overhead and, grasping your chin, kisses you soundly. Fingers sliding along your jaw, he cups the back of your head to open your mouth with his. Hoseok’s other hand falls between your legs, searching until he feels how wet you are. Even through your jeans, the material is damp.

“Shit,” Hoseok mutters, looking down. “You’re already wet?”

Staring at him, you spread your legs wider. “Mhm.” Turning your head, you close your lips over his finger. Staring at Hoseok, you suck – hard. The motion goes straight to his cock. “Take off your pants,” you exhale, letting him fall from your mouth.

Hoseok does not hesitate, hand dropping to his belt and frantically undoing his buckle. His dick feels unbearably hard, pressed to his jeans in a pure form of torture. Reaching down, your hand replaces his as you begin to undo his buttons.

Suddenly, he panics because there is no going back from this moment. “Okay,” Hoseok blurts, placing his hand over yours. Paused in your motions, you look up. “Before we go any further… I feel like I have to tell you something.”

Instantly, you turn wary. “Um, okay. Is this about your penis?”

Hoseok stares. “Huh?”

“I mean, like, does it curve upwards?” You mime this with your fist. “Or, like – do you have a micro? Because that’s cool, you know. We can make it work. Oh!” you blurt knowingly. “Is this a kink thing? Like, you need to see my feet in order to get hard?”

“No – no!” Hoseok blinks, horrified. One of your shoes is off, falling to the ground before he can stop you. “None of those things! God.”

Lips twitching, you scoot towards the end of the counter. “Okay,” you shrug, running a hand down his chest. Hoseok shivers a little in response. “Then, what’s the problem?”

Closing his eyes, Hoseok takes a deep breath and wishes he could melt into the floor. “I’mavirgin,” he mutters.

“I’m sorry?”

“I’m a virgin.” His eyes pop open. “I, uh, haven’t had sex before.”

“Oh.” You pause, considering. “Is that all?”

“Is that… all?” Hoseok blinks. “You don’t care?”

“Um, no. Oh – wait.” Wincing, you lean back. “Am I supposed to care? Should I be more… gentle, or something? Sorry. Do you, uh… want to find a bed to have sex on?”

Hoseok’s lips twitch. Before he can stop himself, he begins to laugh. Body shaking, Hoseok steps forward and drags a hand up your thigh. “Nah,” he murmurs, lips hovering over yours. “I’m good with this if you are.”

“I’m good,” you breathe, hands sliding around his neck. “Do you have a condom?”

“Yeah.” Hoseok turns to fish this out of his pants. He places this beside you on the counter. “Been carrying that around with me for months. You know, be prepared.”

“What a boy scout,” you exhale, scooting closer.

Hoseok kisses you again, softer this time. It is not a conscious decision, but somehow it feels right. Even though this is a one-night thing, cannot and will not go anywhere, Hoseok still feels the gravity of the moment. He is leaving a part of himself behind. You are the one he is sharing that with.

Continuing to kiss, your hand falls between your thighs. Cupping his dick with one hand, you slowly stroke up and down. “Nothing micro about that,” you tease, breathlessly pushing closer.

Hoseok snorts, thrusting into your palm. “God, I hope not.”

Kissing you eagerly, his hands slide around your ribcage to find the clasp of your bra. Thankfully, this is one area in which Hoseok is adept and before long, your bra is undone in his hands. Sliding back to your front, Hoseok cups your breasts, playing with your nipples until they are hard. You inhale, arching upwards with the sweetest of moans.

Rolling his hips, Hoseok grasps your knee to hook around his waist.

“Hoseok,” you whimper, burying your face in his neck. Your voice is barely recognizable, thick with desire. “Touch me.”

Reaching down, Hoseok fumbles with your zipper until your jeans are open before him. With your help, he pushes these down your thighs and onto the floor. Spreading your legs with one hand, he gently cups your sex.

“Oh,” you gasp, grabbing his biceps.

Hoseok stares, pulling your panties aside to sink a finger into your wet core. Gaze darkening, you stare as your lips form a silent o. Hoseok begins to finger you, thumb rubbing slow circles over your clit as he slides in and out.

He can feel how receptive you are, body twitching with each brush of his thumb. “Fuck, Hoseok,” you moan, leaning your head to the mirror. Spreading your legs, you grant him a better view of his fingers sliding into your cunt.

All the blood in Hoseok’s body rushes straight to his dick. His cock twitches uncomfortably against the confines of his boxers, pants still half-undone and hanging just off his ass. Your chest rises and falls, hips pushing against the motion until it suddenly becomes too much.

“Okay,” you pant, shutting your legs on his hand. Hoseok stills. “These have to go,” you gripe, reaching out for his boxers. Tugging them down with his jeans, Hoseok’s cock springs up to slap his abs. “I need you inside me.”

“Oh,” Hoseok says, licking his lips. No one has ever spoken to him like this and god, does he like it.

Hopping down from the counter, you turn to rest your hands on the sink. “Well?” you say, looking over your shoulder. “Is this good?”

Wriggling your ass, you sink down on your elbows, pussy on full display. Hoseok stares, wondering dizzily how in hell he is going to last. Steeling himself, he reaches out to grab the condom from the counter. Shoving his jeans to the floor, Hoseok breaks open the packet and rolls it onto himself.

Positioning himself at your center, Hoseok cannot help himself from sliding up and down a few times. Your body is just so warm and wet, inviting him in. With a moan, you duck your head and push back. “Please,” you beg. “Please, Hobi.”

Hearing the nickname, Hoseok arches a brow and grasping your waist, he slips in. “Fuck,” he gasps, stopping out of necessity.

It is nothing at all like his hand. Even when he uses lube, even when he sits on his hand until it falls asleep – this is so much fucking better than that. Your pussy is so warm, so wet, enveloping him with every inch.

“Oh, my fucking god,” Hoseok chokes out, pushing into you again.

You remain still, watching his face in the mirror. Hoseok realizes this when he looks up and meets your gaze.

Staring at him, your lips curl in a smile. “You like it?” you breathe when he bottoms out.

Hoseok cannot move for a second, hips flush to yours. He exhales, mind spinning from the unbelievable sensation of wholeness. Buried in you to the hilt, he wants nothing more than to stay – except. The feeling of pushing inside you was so fucking good. Meeting your gaze in the mirror, Hoseok slowly slides out.

“Yeah,” he breathes, thrusting in just as slow.

Breath catching, you arch your back and shut your eyes.

Grip tightening, Hoseok slides in again and marvels at how similar this is to dance. Each time he thrusts, your body clenches around him. Hoseok carefully watches, trying different angles until he finds one that makes your thighs shake.

“Oh,” you gasp, hand slipping a little on the sink.

Hoseok pauses, tilting his head and thrusting again – harder. The same thing happens, your face twisting with pleasure while he stares in the mirror. Smirking, Hoseok grabs hold of your waist and finally lets himself go.

That sweet mouth of yours falls open, moaning obscenities when Hoseok begins to fuck you. He thrusts into you roughly, cock rock-hard as his hands grip your ass, trying not to slip out. Managing to keep a steady rhythm, Hoseok forces himself not to be a pig and remember your pleasure.

Leaning down, his hand dips in a search for your clit. You help, grabbing his hand to guide him even lower. When Hoseok circles the swollen bud with his thumb, he feels your walls clench around him. Wanting more of that, Hoseok begins to move faster. It is all so much. Your body is so responsive, so wet and hot and his hips have a fucking mind of their own.

Before Hoseok can stop himself, he realizes he is in danger of coming. “Fuck,” he gasps, hand falling to your waist as he tries to control himself. “Fuck, fuck – I’m gonna come. I –”

The orgasm takes over before he can stop himself, releasing into his condom in several short, sloppy thrusts. Hoseok shudders, head dropping as the most intense orgasm of his life wrings him dry. Slowly, Hoseok exhales and looks up in the mirror.

Hair falling into your gaze, you grin – equally fucked out and breathless. “So,” you manage. “How was your first time?”

Even with his cock softening inside you, Hoseok’s gaze narrows.

Pulling himself from your body, he quickly replaces his softening cock with his fingers. Your smile abruptly disappears. “It’s not over yet,” he murmurs, watching you in the mirror. “I don’t think you’ve come yet.”

Lips parting, you try and laugh – which turns into a moan when Hoseok scissors his fingers. “I – Hoseok,” you stutter. “Y-you don’t have to.”

Ignoring this, Hoseok steps closer. Leaning forward, he places a hand on the counter. “Wanna make you feel good,” he says, dropping a kiss to your shoulder. Between your thighs, he slowly slides out – only to snap his wrist forward.

You groan, legs buckling as his fingers repeatedly fill you. Hoseok grasps your waist, pulling you backwards and keeping you still. His hand travels lower, tracing circles around your already swollen clit. Eyes fluttering, your lips part when Hoseok begins to finger-fuck you harder. He can feel you squeezing around him, ass pushing back on his hand at the thrust of his fingers.

It is his hand at your front though, which pushes you over the edge. You abruptly seize, grasping his hand when your body gives in. “Fuck!” you gasp, collapsing forward. Hoseok slows his movement, feeling your pussy pulse around him as your own orgasm claims you. “God.”

Slumping, you pant in relief when his fingers slide from your core. Hoseok stays there for a moment, he cannot help himself – sliding his fingers slowly up your slick, he lazily enjoys the feel.

Turning, you look at him over your shoulder. “Holy shit,” you say, fighting a smile.

Without though, Hoseok pulls back and pushes a hand through his hair – shit. He is definitely going to need a shower when he gets home. “Yeah,” he groans, meeting your gaze. “Holy shit is right.”

Grinning, you bend to grab your bra from the floor. Sliding your arms through the straps, you begin to re-dress. Hoseok turns around, searching for his boxers to follow suit.

“That was, uh…” Shaking his head, Hoseok wonders what he should say.

Small talk seems crude right now. Thanking you seems formal but saying you should do it again would be a lie. He knows you did not come here tonight for that and truthfully, he barely knows you. Tugging off his condom, Hoseok throws this in the trash and pulls up his boxers.

“You don’t have to say anything,” you laugh at his expression. Wriggling your panties in place, you reach out for your jeans. “That was really fun.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you agree, tugging your shirt down your torso. “I mean, once you’ve had a little more practice…” Pausing your changing, you give Hoseok a look. “The girls on this campus won’t know what hit them. I mean – they will know. It’ll be your fat dick.”

Hoseok nearly chokes at the thought. “Yeah?”

“Well… above average. But fuck, do you know what to do with it.”

Snorting, Hoseok pulls his shirt overhead. “Hey, I’ll take it.”

Fluffing your hair, you make your way towards the door. Hoseok watches you go, still feeling as though he is missing out on something. You do not seem upset, nor like you want to linger and honestly, this is what you both signed up for. This was a quick fuck in a bathroom, nothing more.

Still, your hand pauses on the doorknob.

“Are you really not going to tell me your name?” Hoseok asks, curious. You really are not like anyone he has ever met.

You hesitate, then glance over your shoulder. “You can call me Tiffany,” you say, flashing a grin which makes Hoseok about fifty percent sure you are bullshitting him. Pulling open the door, you step into the hall. “Thanks, Hoseok!”

“Thanks, Tiffany.” Crossing one ankle over the other, Hoseok leans against the wall. “Am I ever going to see you again?”

Normally, he would not be so bold but right now, Hoseok is feeling pretty fucking good. On top of the world might be one way to describe it.

Arching a brow, you seem to be fighting back laughter. “If it’s meant to be,” you allow. With a wave of your hand, you disappear down the hall. “They say you never forget your first, Hoseok! Let my legacy live on, okay?”

Hoseok stares after you, waiting a moment before shaking his head. Reaching down, he fishes his phone from his jeans and pulls up the chat.

Hoseok: club is just four now, gentlemen [11:48 PM]

Shoving his phone back in his pants, Hoseok runs the same hand through his hair and exits the bathroom.

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Fan Fiction Ask Game

@suchatinyinfinity tagged me some time ago, and since I really couldn’t decide which ones to answer to, I took all of them! Yes, I really did. Worry about me... This is going to be a long post, so I’m putting everything under the cut and tagging some of my fellow writers at the bottom. I also am going to answer with all of my fics and not only one of them, that way you can get more perspective. 

Thank you for reading!

A: How did you come up with the title to [insert fic]?

I’m not going to answer about how I named one fic, I’m telling how I usually name my fics. Most of them get their titles if I listen to a song and it has a nice name or a line, sometimes I read quotes or just think of a word and taste it for long enough to decide could it be the title. Sometimes I read the piece before naming it and decide a line it has as a title; this can be seen in most of my drabbles. The title can be found. With my current series Aura, Of New Beginnings, You, Dark Passion Play and I’ll Make a Man Out of You; they either got their titles from the names of the characters, aspects of the story or songs. 

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

Actually, You. Not all of it, but most of the first chapter is. I took some artistic freedoms to describe some things but it indeed is inspired by my very shitty day during last December. Some of my friends know about this, it was horrible. But the young man at the stoplights (who looked really different from Ben but still) still inspires me very much.

C: What member do you identify with most?

Member... This question confuses me, all in all. I identify with a lot of things and can really tell you as soon as someone tells me what kind of a member this question is searching for haha. 

D: Is there a song or a playlist to associate with [insert fic]?

I don’t really do playlist for my stories, I listen to whatever I feel like. Sometimes I want to listen to one specific song during one scene. It really depends. 

E: If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it be about?

I’m bad at sequels. And most of my fics are not even ready, aka they’re series that will go on and on. But! One fic that possibly could have a sequel one day is Irresistible. It’s one of my favorite pieces of my own fics and it would be fun to see did the reader really catch him or not ;)

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

“The knife?”

“That was Reep…”

“The apples?”

“No, I didn’t touch your apples…”

“Someone ate them while I was picking up those flowers I gave you.”

Caspian shook his head, still humming his laughs.

“Apples don’t walk away, Caspian!”

He showed you his hands as if he was surrendering. “Maybe not, but it wasn’t me.”

You pouted. “If you have to say it, you’re not telling the truth.”

“Maybe you didn’t have any apples with you on that day? I don’t remember seeing any.”

“Yeah, because you ate all of them. I was away for ten minutes!”

“Okay, I just might have eaten one…”

King of Thieves, Caspian/Reader

I think this is really sweet. I had so much fun writing this and it can really be seen, I think. I’ve always struggled with real-like dialogue, as I’ve told countless times before, but I think that with this drabble, it became quite real after all.

G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

It depends, really. I usually write from start to finish but if I suddenly get a scene in my head, I write it down. It’s easier for me to write from start to finish, that way I can stay on track and don’t lose the balance of what I’m doing. 

H: How would you describe your style?

Someone once said I have noticeable style, something that is... part of me. I guess I like descriptions? I use a lot of adjectives and different kind of sentences; long and short, both to describe and rhythm the story a little. I also like beautiful words very much haha. My style may be a bit dreamy and I like to go slowly more than quickly. Sometimes I speed things up a little, only to tell the more meaningful parts but all in all, I think I describe more than use dialogue. 

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

Haha! I truly do have! Especially in writing. I love to use quotes and song lyrics in my stories as dialogues, parts of them. It’s really funny for some reason. When I read, I don’t think do I actually have a guilty pleasure. Hmm... I don’t think I have?

J: Write or describe an alternative ending to [insert fic].

Goodness! Well, ok, let’s take Irresistible again...

Billy either left without leaving a single note or... Maybe he didn’t leave at all? I almost wrote that he stayed but... Then I thought of the note and I let that come to the story. Well, we can always play ;)

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

Something that had to do with Billy having to kill the reader either because the death was inevitable or because he had been told to. I’ve tried to think of this but as I have felt a bit bad myself, writing angst hasn’t really been on the top of my mind right now. Maybe one day?

L: How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

Sometimes more and sometimes less. I often read it twice; once right after reading and then I let it be for a moment, I got to eat or take a shower or play with my cat for a while and then come back to read it. You kind of become blind to your own text; I still have typos, I’m not saying that but it’s easier to see everything that needs to be corrected or revised before posting. Once or twice, usually.

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

Not more than I will never probably get it done because I keep getting stuck haha!

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

Not at the moment. Even though, I always love to see people writing something I’ve talked about with them.

O: How do you begin a story–with the plot, or the characters?

The plot, usually. The characters come with it. While writing fanfiction, I kind of have some characters “ready to use”. The reader creates itself. I try to describe them as little as I can, so everyone can relate to them, which is why I go with the plot and not with the characters. But with something like Aura I try to get the plot with the character or the other way around. 

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)

I’m more like “one rose is my whole garden” type of person. I make some plans and write down some important plot points but for me, planning the whole thing from chapter to chapter and all the way to the ending kind of means it’s written already. Then I don’t even write it. So, I try not to let my ideas die with something like this but every time I get some important plot points in mind, I write them down because I’d forget them otherwise.

Q: How do you feel about collaborations?

I have nothing against them. Collabs are just fine. Although, they can get a bit hard, can’t they? You need to have very profound talks about what you want to write and what should happen and all. It can get stressful. But it would also be very interesting thing to write! I’ve actually talked about one of these with one person once. 

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

Sure. And I think that to be a writer, you have to have influences. You know what I mean? To see different ways to do some things and how the person X does this thing - but the person Y does it differently, so I’ll do it like this. You know what I mean? 

The people I’m going to tag (also the one that tagged me) all have some kind of influence on me, in good. 

My favorite writers, I’ve tried to learn something from them. Stephen King, Marcus Zusak, Joël Dicker, Tolkien, Rowling, Lewis, Wynne-Jones, all of them. 

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

I’m not good at this trope thing anyway, I think. I don’t even think about them too much. But, you know, I just opened a list and I definitely can say that there are some I reallyreallyreally like hahah!

Shapeshifting is always nice, all kinds of AUs are really close to my heart, crossovers are fun, timetravel, fix-it is my go to... I have quite a lot of these!

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

Hmmmpf... I don’t like to say I don’t stand something, these are just things I’m not exactly a fan of.

I’ve always been bad at anything that has to do with comedy (I’ve only recently learned to live and watch comedy films, I used to hate them a few years back), so maybe... crackfics? Ok, good crack makes me cry my eyes out because I’m laughing so much but it’s pretty hard trope for me. 

I’m also either so decent (or at least try to think I am, which is a lie, I’m far from it haahah) or old-fashioned that I’m very bad at PWP as well.  

U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

@padfootagain she writes so good fluff! You can always trust that whatever she writes will cheer you up - and I often read her fics if I feel a bit down. She’s also one of my closest friends.

@something-tofightfor I love her way to tell the stories, her characters. I enjoy her style a lot. And she is also very cute human being.

@banditthewriter quite a lot like with the previous. I like the way she develops her stories and characters and always gives us something to wait for. She also seems so nice and genuine as a person. We don’t interact much but I still appreciate her a lot.

V: If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

Whoa, this is hard... This is really hard because most of the fics I read already tell the stuff I’d tell in prequels. Maybe sequel... To @padfootagain‘s A Recipe For Love, to see the life of Caspian and the reader. But I don’t even dare to touch that masterpiece!!

W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?

Both are fine. I like prompts a lot, they help me but sometimes they also set me a trap haha! I tend to use more general ones myself and I’m fine with that. But if I find a list of some more specific ones and find it inspiring, why not?

X: A character you enjoy making suffer.

WHAT?? I hate to make any character suffer!! Ok, I’m a mascohist so maybe a bit but... No, that tells that I like to make the reader suffer? Because I’m not a sadist (even though, some of my friends might say so, they always say I’m killing them, so...). 

Y: A character you want to protect.

Caspian. Ryan Brenner. Steve Rogers. Billy Russo. Yes, you read right - Billy might not need my protection, but I’m doing it anyway. Paul “Jesus” Rovia is my dearest and I’ll fight for him. Tom Ward. Magneto. Athelstan. Sirius Black. Sam Winchester. All my actor babies. There are so many of them, they’re all my babies, I want to protect all of them!! (Logan, don’t look at me like that - yes, I’m protecting you too.)

Z: Major character death–do you ever write/read it? Is there a character whose death you can’t tolerate?

... I hate the fact that every time I watch a movie or a show or even read a book, it’s 100% sure that my favorite character dies. Or if not 100&, then at least 85-90%. But, the happy thing is that most of the characters are not killed in fanfiction! I can read deaths, yes, but... They’re not nice things to read. I can also write deaths, still not my fave things to do. 

Want a list of these characters? Sirius Black, Billy Russo, Logan Delos, Kili, Fili and Thorin, Steve Rogers or any of the Avengers (don’t come at me, I know we all have been thinking about this)... This list could go on and on.

Tagging: @padfootagain @jennareedus @carol-damn-vers @something-tofightfor @dylanobrusso @suchatinyinfinity @whostheblondegirlwriting @loriwrites @breanime @princerussoand everyone else who wants to do this. Sorry for the double tags.

#i was tagged #tagged #on writing

[notnaturalanahi]

What Kinda Lame Name For a Demon is Dean?

Characters: 1st person Gender neutra!lReader, Demon!Dean, nameless Demon, OC’s (also unnamed). It can be a Demon!Dean x Reader if you want to.

Wc: 3167 (consider this a long drabble)

Warnings: Foul language, drinking, violence, blood, death (minor character), loose ends and loopholes, open ending. 

[This is a crack fic, don’t lose sleep over it]

Summary: I decide to stop  for a drink on my way home and it’s defenitely not what I expected for a wednesday night.

A/N: This piece is my entry for @evansrogerskitten Ash’s Hottest Dean Challenge my prompt is bolded in the text and there’s also a gif. I have so much writing this one. It was supposed to be a drabble of this scene that popped into my mind, but it turned out into this cracky/action thing. 

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The weather’s chilly and drizzly tonight, from where I’m sitting at the counter I have the perfect view of the dark night and the empty street outside. Well, empty with the exception of the occasional car that rolls by with the windshield wipers mid speed or the passerby covered head to toe and carrying an umbrella or a few street dogs… Okay, maybe not that empty. Anyway,  since I forgot my umbrella and only realized it after I got off work I decided to make a stop when I saw the bar down the street from my office was open. This first half of the week had been dreadful, so I deserve a drink to cut short the week.

Staring at my drink in hand I reconsider my previous plans. I made the decision as I walked into the establishment that I would only have two drinks, but now as I contemplate the last of the 2nd one I find my mouth itching for more, maybe just a 3rd or even a 4th after that one… I know I shouldn’t, I have an early morning tomorrow and I should be at home right now finishing with the retouches of my thesis. It’s been a long way but I think after the professor’s last corrections it’s gonna be perfect… so yeah, I’m going home.

A sudden chill runs down my spine, as if a cold breeze hit my skin or someone breathed right behind my back, twisting my neck I see noone. The front door remains closed, a big clock above it telling me it’s 8:45pm. Taking in my surrounding for the first time since I walked in 30 minutes ago I see the bar is almost deserted. To my left, a happy looking couple, too immersed in their own conversation, looking super cute together, sitting on the same side of the booth. To the right a drunkard nursing on his beer, eyes looking beyond anything, right into the astral plane. Also somewhere around the back is the bartender, a middle-age guy who looks like he’d rather be anywhere but here.

Sighing I look up and notice the amount of dirt in my glasses, I’ve lost count of how many times a day I had to wipe them today, I snatch a paper napkin from the metallic holder while removing them from my face and proceed to carefully rub the lenses. Once I finish I put them back on. Why can I just not wear glasses, what’s the meaning of having eyes if they’re not gonna work properly?

Ugh, the story of my life.

I shiver again and take it as a cue, in one semi-large chug I throw back the rest of my vodka, grimacing at the scolding sensation traveling down my esophagus and I know I’m gonna regret that in five minutes or less, my stomach’s not gonna let me forget about it. Immediately I fish onto my bag for my ever evanescent wallet. When I find it, I pull a big enough bill to cover for both my drinks and a very, very modest tip -sorry to the bartender but as student/trainee I don’t have much to spare-. And slide the sleeves of my jacket over my arms, followed by the strap of the crossbody bag before jumping off the barstool.

Apparently my eyes were closed or maybe I’ve fallen asleep while moving; I don’t know I’m tired, it’s been a long day, because I only notice the tall man standing right next to me when my face collides with the solid, yet tender wall of muscles that is his wide chest. I open my eyes.

“Oh shit! Sorry, I didn’t see you there. Almost like you appeared outta nowhe-” I can’t help it, I look up adjusting my glasses already fuming at the back of my head cause I will have to wipe them again and my words cut short, I swallow the rest of my apology down. At the end of broad shoulders and resting above a thick neck I find an extremely handsome face. Jawline for days, covered with sexy scruff. Plump lips -cocksure smirk- slightly crooked nose, deep, deep green/ hazel eyes that stare down at me and all of that served with a side of freckles dusted all over.

So hot, I hate him.

He just stares, smug smile and wrinkly eyes. He’s wearing more layers than a normal person needs tonight -it’s not that cold- and his hair is combed to the side.

“Leaving already?” obviously he ignores my apology.  

I blink the salacious thoughts away and focus on his piercing gaze “It’s late,” I explain plain and simple.

I attempt to sidestep him but apparently somewhere in the middle our four words conversation he laid an arm on the back of my old chair, successfully trapping me between himself and the unmovable counter.  I look back up and of course the mother fucker knows what he’s doing, a mischievous glimpse sparkles in his eyes.

I sigh, dramatically.

“Look I’m flattered. A tall, hot guy like you coming up to me. But hooking up is not why I’m in here tonight. So I dunno. Maybe we can exchange numbers, you know… get a raincheck. You can call me on the weekend? Tonight I have plenty to do, and unfortunately you’re not on the list.” I know he hasn’t say anything and I’m rambling a little. But certainly I don’t give a shit. Perhaps I did some time ago but at this point in my life, I don’t anymore.

He chuckles. A hand comes up and I still myself because I have no idea what’s so funny or what his intentions are. Thick and long fingers -I gulp at the sight- pass through his mane, pushing it all back and I think he looks even better that way than styled to the side.

“What?” I ask while trying to push his arm off the metallic bar at the back of the stool, realizing how solid it is, pure fucking muscle. My hand pulls at it but nothing happens.

“Dollface, I’m not here to flirt and sleep with you,” he states, “although I wouldn’t say no to you,” he adds giving me a once over and throwing a chin shrug to the mix.

When he stops talking my eyes shoot up, no longer entertained with the way my fingers look hooked around his forearm, or how the tips don’t touch each other as I wrap them around his wrist. With a coked eyebrow I demand to know what he means.

“I’m here to kill you,” he simply says, like it’s nothing.

I back away a little and snort at his joke. It’s gotta be a joke right… Who comes up to someone they don’t know at a bar and tell them they’re gonna kill them?

I let out a chuckle that I can’t hold in and he joins me. Our laughter increasing by the second and soon we engage in a full body laugh, belly shaking and I let my hand lay on his firm chest because I need to feel that firmness again. All of the sudden he stops laughing, I’m too busy to notice though, cackling away. Both my hands now on his chest, supporting my weight missing the way he leans in forcing me to bend backwards until my back hits the barstool.

My eyes flutter open and his face is right there, deadpan expression. “I’m serious,” he hisses, hot breath fanning my face.

“Okay,” I gush rolling my eyes.

His gaze drops, entrusting me to do the same and as I follow his line of sight down his chest and hairless stomach, up to the waistband of his jeans where he’s pulling the hem of his shirts up for me to see… and Oh. My. God! That belt’s kinda low around his hips and ugh they’re so narrow. Why are his hips so narrow? Is this how he wants to kill me?

Sign me up, please!

His hand let go of the fabric and it lowers down, my eyes widen because I think he’s gonna open his fly or something and flash me and I don’t know if I wanna see that … not here at least.  Except what I see is the handle of a knife, a blade that seems to be made out wood or bone or something… Eesh!

“Are those teeth?” I slap myself mentally, seriously though? The guy it’s showing me his lower abdomen and a knife, of curse the knife is actually what matters! I compel myself to stop looking, because as alluring that sight may be, he just told me he was here to kill me. Closing my eyes I lift my head to I can look at him in the eyes and-

“FUCK! Your eyes are totally black. Are you aware of that?”

He only nods.

“Okay it’s that because some medical condition or some like that and I’m being a total asshole for bringing it up. I’m so sorry!”

“I’m a demon,” he says with a malicious smile.

“Whaaaaaaat? No you’re not!”

He sighs, not even trying to conceal this exasperation,and with a blink his eyes go back to the normal deep green -yeah I’m gonna go with green- and he signals to the bartender, asking for a whiskey when the server gets closer.

“Hey!” I complain and he quickly changes his order from one to two. “Thanks! If you’re gonna kill me, at least buy me a drink first… like common courtesy,” I joke.

Breathing through his nose he pulls the barstool next to the one we were standing by and sits down. He’s so tall he only needs to move his ass to the side and he’s sitting. Me on the other hand, almost need crampons to climb into that thing like the first time, but I make it just in time to see the bartender deliver our drinks and some peanuts.

“I’m assuming you know everything about me, or at least enough… I mean, you’re sure I’m the one you wanna kill?” I say.

“I’m sure,” he answers before his lips latched to the glass.

“Oh-kay…you have a name?”

“Dean.”

“Dean, Really?”

“What the hell’s wrong with my name?”

“Nothing it’s just… Kinda lame ain’t it. I was hoping for a Moloch or Aemon or I don’t know… errr Abaddon?”

He gives me a killer look. “Dean’s fine though… Yeah, or perhaps you could also go with Deacon. Deacon has more of a demonic charm I think.” Dean makes a sound, kinda like a growl or something. “Okay, okay. Dean!”

“So what’s the deal, Dean. How’s this gonna happen? You gonna get me drunk and stab me with your big bone?”

He turns to face me, smirking, lines appearing in his forehead because of his questioning eyebrows. A horse laugh escapes me when I realize what I said, but I cut myself, this is not a funny situation.

“I mean, you come in here, pretend you wanna sleep with me and at the last second you drop this bomb on me and that’s it? When you gonna do it or why?” I move my bag from the middle and start removing my jacket.

“Shut up,” he commands. Breathing deeply he combs his hair with his hand again and looks at me sternly.

“Fine,” I complay and bite my lips into my mouth and turn to hang my jacket on the back of my seat, sitting forward in silence. He has the knife, so I should do as he says I guess. Taking a peanut from the bowl I play with it, rolling it around my fingers. Pulling that little tip of and chewing it with my front teeth.

I open my mouth to say something, closing it right away because I don’t even know what to say. I take the small rimmed glass in front of me and take a big gulp almost spitting it all out instantly. “God, I hate whiskey.” After that we both remain silent for I’m not sure how long until I can’t take it anymore and I jump off the stool.

He does the same and stands right in front of me. “I’m just gonna go to the restroom,” I tell him, lifting my right hand up as promise.

“How do I know you’re not gonna run on me?”

“If I do run, would you come after me, find me?” I allow my hand to lay on his arm, enjoying the way his muscles twist under my touch.

“I will,” Dean promises, roaring near my face.

“Then it’s useless for me to run. I’m gonna pee, if I don’t come out in… let’s say 4 minutes you can come looking for me.” With a couple of soft slaps on the side of his arm I walk past him and towards the restrooms, not even looking back to see if he’s watching me because I can totally feel the way his eyes pierced a hole in the back of my head.

Once in the restroom I sigh and closed the door behind me. Apparently I’m dying tonight… That’s happening. Shit!

Bending down to take a good looks in the stalls I check all of them are empty. I don’t like going to the bathroom with people sitting right next to me where they can hear everything I do. I pick the one on the far back and do what I have to do. I can see the stains all over my glasses again but chose not to wipe them to hurry it up a little just in case. When I get out I go to wash my hands and I hear the door sing open. The bar was empty so of course I assume Dean came to check on me.

“Hey it’s been like 2 minutes, you could have a little more trust in me. I told you I wasn’t gonna run,” I joke to my killer because that’s how I am and rinse the foam of my hands. “Besides, the moment I start running I will trip over my own feet and that’d be it for me,” I add while giggling but the second I lift my gaze from the jet of water I see someone else. A man, definitely not Dean standing right behind me at the sinks.

I turn around, my eyes scan his tall form, and head to toes black attire. He blinks and his eyes match his clothes.

“Fuck!” I try to go for the door, but he’s quicker than me -of course- and steps in my way, pulling my head and throwing me back. I stagger but surprisingly I keep my feet on the ground, his large hand lands on my throat and he’s pushing me to walk back, until my back hits the wall of the first stall.

My hands grip around his forearm, but no matter how much force I apply his grip won’t loosen, he’s a lot stronger than I am -not that that’s so hard to accomplish.

“I already have a demon here to kill me,” I force myself to speak through his hold, maybe he doesn’t know about Dean.

My eyes are starting to get lazy though and the blurry spots appear in my line of vision. The bathroom door whips open, crashing against the wall and closing again due to the forced and I’m able to see Dean walking towards us.

“A demon,” I scream, although I know it’s barely a whisper and I’m not really sure Dean can hear me, but I point to the demon with my finger, so he can catch my drift.

Dean retrieves the bone knife with teeth from his jeans and launches for this other demon, who ducks in time and he toss me aside, as if I were just a piece of paper. I land with my side of a trash can, wailing in pain.

The new demon, flashes from under his sleeve a long silver pointy knife, and it makes me wonder what’s with demons and funny shaped knives. It’s that like a trend?

They both stand right in front of each other, like facing a duel or something. “All you Abaddon groupies are the same, you know that?” Dean asks rhetorically.

Wow, Abaddon does exist it’s not just mythological!

“You can’t just can’t accept that the queen is dead, can you?” Dean continuous.

Oh, and it’s she and she’s dead. I sit up because I never in my life thought I see a demon, less of all two demons ready to duel… Will they count their steps?

“Maybe we just can’t accept that a douche like you was the one who killed her,” the other demon spits with anger.

It doesn’t truly surprise to know it was Dean who killed her. He does look like the guy who’d take down a  big bad legendary demon. “Ah. Yeah, that’s got to hurt, doesn’t it?”

That was too cocky, Dean should learn to be a little more humble.

The fight it’s quick, the other demon, swings to get Dean with his pointy knife but Dean is faster -ugh soooooo hot!- and blocks his move, spinning him around and jabbing his bone, teethy knife into his chest. I gasp, unintentionally when orange light shoots from the demon’s eyes and chest.

Then Dean let his body fall to the ground once he’s dead and blood start pooling around his body. I get up as fast as I can, I don’t want his blood to touch me. Dean looks at me, not even preneting he’d help me get up and nods towards me.

“I’m okay,” I raps clearing my voice. My throat feels swollen already.

He comes closer to me, his hand moving up and I freeze because he’s gonna kill me. He’s gonna do it and my last words were I’m okay, so lame. At last second his warm palm rests on my chest, fingers inspecting the bruises forming around my neck and I open my eyes.

“Let’s go somewhere you and me,” he says close to my face. I blink dumbfounded.

“What, you and me?” I swallow, the soreness of my throat still there. “Where?”

“I dunno, anywhere,” he shrugs, bending over to clean his knife of the dead demon clothes.

“You wanna kill me,” I refresh his memory in case he’s forgotten.

“I just save your life,” he defends.

“I guess you’re right, I’m still alive. But what are the chances of that becoming a thing?” I caress my own neck, whining in pain.

“Let me ask you this. If I really wanted to kill you, wouldn’t’ve done it by now?”

It’s my turn to shrug. “I guess.”

“Let’s go. You should get some ice on that neck before it gets worse,” Dean says, his hand on my lower back as he hold the bathroom door open for me and leads me towards the back door of the bar.

Everything: 

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Dean/Jensen: 

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#what kinda lame name for a demon is dean? #ash's hottest dean challenge #evansrogerskitten #demon!dean x reader #crack #violence #death #blood #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction

[sanjitea]

Zosan ( vinsmoke family),6. If you have time

hello anon

thanks for sending me an ask! it was an interesting idea. and apparently i accidentally gone haywire and wild with said prompt. i only planned to write a short drabble at around 1k words at first, but apparently i ended up making a complete 4.9k fic with the idea because i was so into it.

i hope you enjoyed!

“pretend family”

[ao3]

“Explain it to me again - whydo we need to pretend to be married?” Sanji protested. There was a ring on hisfinger, matching the one on Zoro’s hand at that moment. The said man lookedjust as opposed to the idea.

“So Sanji’s dad won’t take himfor another marriage.” Luffy answered, his face looked serious for once. All ofthem knew Judge won’t do anything regarding Sanji anymore at this point, afterwhat has happened and his last statement back in Whole Cake Island.

“Yeah- I know… but why… him?!”

“Explain it to me again - whydo we need to pretend to be married?” Sanji protested. There was a ring on hisfinger, matching the one on Zoro’s hand at that moment. The said man lookedjust as opposed to the idea.

“So Sanji’s dad won’t take himfor another marriage.” Luffy answered, his face looked serious for once. All ofthem knew Judge won’t do anything regarding Sanji anymore at this point, afterwhat has happened and his last statement back in Whole Cake Island.

“Yeah- I know… but why… him?!”Sanji asked again, didn’t bother to protest the fact that the others mentionedJudge as his father.

“I never agreed to this as well!”Zoro shouted at Nami. “I was not even there!”

“But you owe me money and… we hadto roll with it somewhat,” Nami replied, resulting with an ‘ugh’ from Zoro.

“Naaami-saan…. I love you somuch, why do I have to be stuck with this Neanderthal for a husband?”

They had gotten Sanji back fromBig Mom a while back, and they had reunited with the others on Wano. Theirreunion was great. They had a party and everyone was happy. The truth thatSanji had a relation to the family of the Vinsmokes was a great shock to theentire crew. But for Sanji, none of that compared to the fact that in the midstof event, his nakamas had to blurt out that Sanji was engaged, nonetheless tothe certain bastard and so-called marimo.

The family of Vinsmoke hadapproached the Straw Hats before the crew set sail into their next destination.A dogeza coming from Vinsmoke Judgewas a surprising view.

During that time, Pudding wasabroad on Thousand Sunny for a while. Saying final good bye to the man whobaked together with her one last time.

And the memory was still clear asday in Sanji’s head.

“I can’t thank you enough,” theman that was once known as the might Garuda said, bowing down. “For saving mylife and my children.”

The scene was watched by everyoneclear as a crystal. It couldn’t be a fake. It was just as surprising.

However, in such situation, Sanjistayed silent. It was obvious the man was seeking for an apology from the manhe once called his son, and perhaps it was much too late to receive that.However, Sanji understood. He couldn’t bring himself to be angry at themforever, but it never meant that he could take the apology on his face.

After looking down at the kingfor a bit, Sanji walked away. Didn’t bother to deal with any of them and lethis friends to do the talking.

Reiju approached Luffypersonally, and said. “I would like to thank you for taking care of Sanji,”

Luffy, on his nature gave a replywith his signature laugh and smiled.

“He is our Cook.” He explainedhappily.

The rest of the crew started toturn away, about to get ready for the separation from Vinsmokes and Pudding.Meanwhile, Pudding was trying to shrug off the eyes of Yonji and Niji, whileheading to Sanji before the cook able to avoid every interaction by fleeing toThousand Sunny’s kitchen.

“Wait!” Pudding called, “Sanji-….san”

In an instant, everyone gone intowhite eyed again- none of them were used to that thing. As much as Sanji loveswomen, he couldn’t help but feel a chill on his spine whenever he was called byPudding.

“I would like to ask… perhaps inthe future, maybe we can…” Pudding began, and simply by hearing thosestatements broken hearts were flying out of Vinsmoke Yonji’s chest.

Pudding quickly turned into arealization of what she was doing, and corrected herself. “Not in the way youare thinking, you bastard! I don’t likeyou in that way…! Or, I mean… at all!”

Sanji could feel his sweatdropped comically for a second.

“It’s not a date request! Not atall! I mean- if maybe- in the future- we can- you know… bake together-” Puddingstarted to stutter. “No! I mean! I hate you! I truly hate you! I don’t want tosee your face again! I mean- I want to- meet you and… prove that I can makebetter cake than you!”

Sanji smiled, trying to stay trueto his gentleman nature. He wouldn’t ever reject a request from a ladyimpolitely. “I understand, Pudding-chan. We can meet again, and it’s okay- wedon’t have to be a married couple or-”

“M…Married!” Before Sanji could finish his sentences, Pudding wasalready dying.

Without skipping a beat, Sanjicontinued. “-anything. We can just meet up sometime in the future. And…”

Sanji started to mess up with hisown words, mainly because part of him was worried that Pudding was so close tofainting after losing blood. He never would’ve thought to ever see someone inhis daily situation.

“…And we don’t have to bemarried, or get married, or anything… because…”

As Pudding’s situation gotworsened, Sanji dropped his words completely, losing everything that wascomposed previously in his head. Rushing to help her standing up from herdizziness, only to get her situation worse. The rest were watching as he wasspeaking- including the Vinsmokes, making the situation far more awkward.

“…because…”

“…because Sanji already marriedin the beginning!” Nami quickly added in, and everyone’s eyes were instantly onher. Pudding’s three eyes were wide. Everyone was shocked, including Sanji- especially Sanji. A faint of blushappeared on his face as he wondered, isNami-san going to declare as my wife?

“Eh? I never knew that.” Nijicommented. “That Sanji could ever score with anyone- I never would’ve thoughtof that.”

“I didn’t know he already hadsomebody before the wedding.” Judge said.

“Perhaps he was scared that hiswife could be endangered.” Ichiji snickered. Reiju just gave a soft hum, smiledand then looked at Sanji.

“N-Nami-san-” Sanji began tostutter.

“I didn’t know that, Nami!”Chopper innocently shouted, together with equally surprised Carrot on his side.

Judge nodded and then said, “Isee… I guess I’ve been interfering too much.” Guilt was formed inside him, notthat the man would admit it any further. “May I meet whoever his spouse is?”

“Who is Sanji married to?” Carrotinnocently asked.

Sanji was not really into theidea of having the Germa any longer in his view, but he didn’t knew what to sayat all. But he was almost too eager to wait who Nami claimed as his wife.

Nami was sweating hard, she wasnot as good in lying as Usopp. She didn’t expect it to go as smoothly- shedidn’t even think it would get to be that far. Everyone’s eyes were then onher, and on reflex, she mouthed a name.

“Zoro.”

And Sanji’s world shattered.

The act was told and explained tothe rest of the crew, and Usopp had received a kick to his face because he waslaughing too hard.

Upon hearing Zoro’s name fromNami’s mouth, shock was in everyone’s faces. Laugh began to form from theVinsmoke brothers, only to get silenced by Reiju and Judge’s order aftermath.

They could always have rejectedJudge’s request to meet with Sanji’s husband- it would be so much easier. Theking didn’t demand to push the idea. However, the idea quite sparked interestfor the siblings. As much as they didn’t want to force Sanji to introduce themto his husband (because Judge’sorders), it was engraved clearly in their face.

Everyone was almost prepared tojust shrug it off. But the Vinsmokes were frozen on the spot, demanding a vocalanswer. Because Sanji wouldn’t say “Yes” or “No”, and decided to just leave.

Brook and Jinbei were the oneswho mentioned to just let them meet with Zoro, once and for all. Just in caseSanji’s father would pull anothermarriage event (They wouldn’t. Sanji knew they wouldn’t.). And so they talkedabout the consideration to the Garuda.

A brief little talk with Judge afterthat informed that he would like to invite all of the Straw Hat Pirates to hiskingdom- and treat them for food. In which sparked Luffy’s interest to the ideafurther.

And so they were stuck in thesituation they were in on that day. They had to meet up with the Vinsmokefamily in a specific area. Everyone has been dressing up for the occasion, notwanting to ruin the little talk- which Sanji wanted to get out as soon aspossible from.

Sanji sighed looking at the manthat stood beside him. “I don’t want to be stuck in this situation with you forlong,” Decided to fix the tie on Zoro’s outfit, he commented.

“Same here.” Zoro replied,flatly. “A dinner at a dumbass kingdom pretending to be your husband would beso boring.”

Sanji didn’t comment on thatstatement, he had to agree.

Let’s get this over with.

As soon as Thousand Sunnyapproached the gigantic ship-kingdom of Germa, everyone was gaping at the size.A kingdom carried by a lot of snails, floating across the sea. Sanji was theonly one with a bored look written all over his face- after all, he resentedcoming back to that place.

“So coooool!” Luffy screamed ashe looked from over the edge of Sunny.

“I’ve seen some of the snailsbefore…” Nami said. That was when they met with Yonji and Reiju, she recalled.“But I never would’ve thought to see they formed into a gigantic kingdom…”

Zoro’s mouth was opened wide,busy staring at the size of the thing.

As soon as the way has beenopened, there were maids and servants welcoming them to the inside of thecastle.

“Welcome to Germa 66, Lord Sanjiand Straw Hat Pirates.”

Luffy was filled with joy, andjumped in into the castle. Excited to explore it on and around. Meanwhile noneof the rest of the crew made a move; they were too amazed by the look of thething.

Zoro had to look at Sanji forre-clarify the statement, and returned to look at the entire thing. His mindwas lost in what was happening.

Sanji was mostly looked lazy, buthe wanted to get it over as soon as possible, so he stepped forward and walkedinside, as if it was a normal-looking house. As he walked in, the servantsbowed. Only to add more surprise element to everyone in the Sunny.

“Let’s get in, Marimo.”

Finally closing this mouth, Zororeturned to reality. Quickly followed after the Cook with a simple ‘tch’ aseveryone started to walk inside as well.

The dining room was grand- thatwas the first thing in their heads. Not even Vivi’s place was as grand as this,so they thought. And to think Sanji was supposed to be a Prince from this placeif only things were better for him blown their minds.

There were a lot of servants, andthere was a lot of food. Everyone enjoyed themselves to tiny bits, even thoughthey had to deal with the atmosphere in the room- because Sanji didn’t want tosay a thing.

Naturally, Zoro and Sanji were seatednext to each other. And the two do their activities in silence.

To their surprise, there was notmuch to be talked about. And it was resulting in awkwardness. Judge didn’t knowhow to properly start a talk, even though he was the one who decided to invitethe crew. Perhaps, he didn’t thought to get Sanji agreed that far.

It was awkward for the pair,especially with the gazes from the siblings and everyone else in the room.There were a few comments and questions coming from the Vinsmoke brotherstowards them, which Sanji simply ignored. And Zoro- who didn’t know what to doany better, stayed silent to as well.

The Vinsmoke brothers tried toflirt with Nami and Robin once they were bored. Robin just giggled softly asNami blatantly refused.

Zoro and Sanji’s handaccidentally met when they tried to grab for some tissues. Instantly, theypulled their hands away and blushed.

The rest of the dinner went onjust like that. Sanji, being the one who finished first (and quite fast atthat) stood up and excused himself to the nearby veranda outside for a smoke.

The room went silent as everyonewatched him go by, but nobody stopped Sanji from walking away. A few secondspassed, and Judge finally collected enough courage to ask Zoro a few things.

“So… Uh…”

There was a lot of awkwardness,and everyone could clearly see the slight homophobe in their tones- but theVinsmokes tried their best to conceal it. Trying their best to be polite andnot ruin his meeting with Sanji’s husband-after what he had done.

Judge decided to talk to Zoro,and Zoro only. Because in this situation he was supposed to be Sanji’s husband,and no one in the room had a nerve to interfere- continued to busyingthemselves with their own activities. Not even the Vinsmoke brothers dared togo against their father’s demand.

“So… how’s Sanji?”

Zoro took a gulp from his drinkbefore answering. “Hm… just normal.” As much as Zoro wanted to make an uglycomment about the Cook, he felt it was not the right situation for it.

“How did you two meet?”

“We’re nakama.” Another gulp. Both parties tried to keep their composure,and act as natural as possible. It was hardfor both of them.

“I see… that’s… kind of a stupidquestion.” Judge said. It was.“Anyway… I’m sorry, I never knew you were there and-” even if he did, he would’ve thought of ways to get rid of him. “I’mnot someone who deserved to be called as his father. And it was too late to askfor anything to fix it.”

Zoro listened. He didn’t knowwhat happened in Sanji’s past, and he didn’t really feel like asking about it.The king understood perfectly that he and Sanji should walk separate ways andnot think about the past- or be connected anymore at this point. But the guiltstayed, and it was killing him from the inside.

Even though he could never faceSanji, he should at least apologize to his family-even though they might not be into the idea, either.

Zoro understood the main idea,but… he couldn’t help to feel so out of place in this talk. Because, in firstplace- he was never been Sanji’s husband to begin with.

“I know I am not one to be sayingthese,” Judge said again. “Especially after everything I’ve done to that boy. Idon’t know how much he told you but…” Basicallynothing, Zoro thought. And it was not something he wanted to push fromSanji either. He was never the type who pries into someone’s problems, afterall. As Zoro take another drink, Judge continued. “That boy- man- now deservesgood things in his life.”

Judge looked at Zoro in his openeye, with a look that for once- looked like a proper father- not that Sanji wasthere to witness it- not that he would even cared either.

“Thank you to be with him.”

There was no answer coming fromZoro, not that Judge expected him to say anything. Zoro stood up, decided toleave the room for a break as well.

And perhaps, he could run to theCook and make him explaining- only if the man wanted to.

Zoro was not lost.

The castle was too big, that’sall. And there were so many similar and repetitive parts, almost made Zorothink he was passing the same hallway more than three times (or was he? Eitherway, once again it was not his fault- and he is not lost!).  Zoro continued walking, until he noticed oneof the walls looked a bit different than the other.

There was a crack- and it was nota big one. It looked old. It was a bit weird, considering the other parts ofthe kingdom was unscratched- always kept in good state. It was kind ofsurprising to see the wall was not fixed from the damage.

He could sense someone wascoming. And then, there was that familiar footsteps. Slow, calm, and contented.Zoro realized, even without looking who the owner of the footsteps was.

Sanji walked closer, only stoppedwhen he was stood beside Zoro. A lit cigarette placed in between of his lips.The man looked down to examine the same spot Zoro was looking.

He didn’t say anything for a bit,continued to stare into the dented wall in silence. Zoro couldn’t help but toexamine the serious, silent look in the cook’s face- it was almost looked tooforeign for him- but he couldn’t bring himself to say a word to break thesilence.

Several seconds passed, andfinally Sanji broke the silence with a question.

“So… what do you think aboutthem?”

The ‘Prince’ of Germa Kingdom turnedaway, walked to the opposite direction as he asked, started to look at thesmall alley nearby it.

“Just normal,” Zoro said, turnedto examine Sanji’s behavior. He couldn’t say anything much about them, anyway.

“Did they talk to you?” Thistime, the cook was squatting down and taking a seat in the corner.

“They did.” Zoro answered flatly,following Sanji’s steps and promptly sat down beside him. “Just stupid things,”

Sanji was busying himself withlighting up a new cigarette. His mind was clearly not in place, and he was notlooking at Zoro at all. And Zoro realized it was not a proper time for amockery, or their usual insults. So he just looked at him.

It was rare silent moment thatbarely happens between the two, and they knew none of them needed words toexplain it to the other.

Sanji took a long drag from hiscigarette and then exhaled. The man looked pretty much stressed, as much as hewanted to hide it.

“Heard some stupid shits, huh?”Sanji asked- not that was much of a question. Not even bothering to look atZoro’s face once again. “Mockin’ you and up, and shits for being my ‘husband’.”He sighed. “Sorry for that.”

Zoro was silent for a moment,trying to form words for that situation. He was so not used to this kind ofconversation with Sanji.

“No,” he finally managed. “Theydidn’t say any shit about you at all.” Noneof the brothers said much things. “Perhaps because that fact was alreadycommon sense to begin with.” He couldn’t help but to add his own insult at theend of the sentence.

Zoro’s reply, however, surprisedSanji quite a bit. But perhaps, there was not much to be surprised about infirst place.

“What did they say?” Sanjicouldn’t help but be curious, this time- finally perked up to look at Zoro.

“Just… something,” Zoro wasavoiding Sanji’s gaze this time, looking at the wall. He’d hate to admit thathe was curious over Sanji’s past with them, but he didn’t know how to ask himproperly about it- it’s not his thing to pry into the others, as much as hewanted his nakama to open up withhim.

Deciding that it was useless toask Zoro about it, Sanji returned to gaze upon the cracked wall on the otherside.

What did they do to you to make them apologizing so bad? Zoro wanted to ask so badly, buthe realized Sanji was not in the mood for it, so he decided to change to topicinto something else instead. Joining Sanji to look at the cracked wall, hecommented in a lighter tone.

“What the fuck is wrong with thatcrack on the wall?” Normally, it’s not a thing Zoro would’ve commented upon.But he was trying to light up the moment by a little. “Do they not have buildersto fix that shit?” It looked so out ofplace.

Sanji sighed, and looked down.Not a response Zoro expected to see from the guy. The man was taking a deepbreath in, trying hard to recompose himself. Part of him thought if he fuckedup. But then again, the cook always been so hard to read.

“Probably as a memento.” Sanjiflatly answered, gazing down.

“Memen-what?”

“As a reminder,” Sanji stated outagain- this time in a language that Zoro could possibly understand. “…that ‘I’was a failure to the Vinsmoke Family.”

Images of Ichiji, Niji, and Yonjibullied him appeared in the back of his mind. And then there was Reiju, andthere was Judge… none of them wanted him, ridiculed him- laughed at him.

“…Ah…” Tearing away his eyes fromSanji was quite a hard thing at that moment- especially that he didn’t want tohurt the cook’s pride (that was alreadyfragile to begin with, in his snarky comment). He decided to look at thewall again, examining it.

Sanji didn’t say anything for abit, and then he began again. “I used to be the weakest person I ever knew,” hestated. “I was never fond of how they treated how things were supposed to belike, and holding up how ‘my’ life should be as expectations.”

He took a long drag for a pause,and exhaled.

“They decided to dislike it,because that’s not how ‘I’ was supposed to be.” He stated again. “And since Inever live up to it, they-”

Sanji didn’t even bother tofinish the next sentence, but Zoro figured out the rest.

“…they decided to sullen you forit.” It never meant to come out as words, but it did.

Sanji nodded. The two returned togaze at the cracked wall once again. And Sanji continued.

“They used to beat me up.” Andthen, Zoro realized just how much this place brought back bad memories toSanji. “On this place… on this spot… and that wall…” They looked at the crackedwall, and this time Zoro understood.

“…And then, he also locked me upin the prison…” Sanji said again. “Not wanting to see my face, I had to weara mask for a living.” He chuckled quite a bit, not a tone of happiness could beheard from it. “I had to bear with it for months.”

And he wanted to give the man apat, a backrub, or a hug. Because the cook looked like he was about to cry. ButZoro knew- that Sanji was strong. And doing so without warning at this momentcould tear his stupid ‘manly’ pridehe holds.

“Then I escaped.” Sanji said,this time looking a bit brighter. “Out into the sea. It was rough, at first-but then… I met the old man.” Zoro didn’t bother to interfere- Sanji was almostlike talking to himself, but Zoro knew- the man needed to be heard.

“We built a restaurant together,and then everything was better.” Sanji stated with a soft smile, and then heclosed his eyes, and continued. “…Andthen I met you guys,”

And he smiled. A true smile. Asmile that was wide and happy- a smile that was so bright and cheerful it couldmelt his heart. The honest side of Sanji he barely ever seen before in hislife, a smile that he barely showed to anyone on the ship. He wanted to see himsmile like that, again- and more.

Sanji stood up after that,looking a bit cheered. Not much, but it was something at least.

“Sorry, you had to listen to allof that.” This time, their eyes met- and it felt almost too comforting. Becauseit spoke harder than words, than anything he could ever think. “I could neverforgive them, even though I really wanted to…”

Zoro wanted to say ‘It’s okay’, and how he understood that.But what came out was just a nod, and stand up beside him.

“Don’t think much about that fornow,” Those were what came out of his mouth instead. He closed his eyes, tryingto sound as casual as he could be to the cook.

Giving one single pat on Sanji’sback, Zoro walked through the hallway. The others must’ve been done with dinnerat that point, he thought. And they have to return to their ship too.

“You’re not alone.” Zoro said again as he walked his way, back intothe dining hall. We’ll be there.

Sanji nodded. Yes, he knew that.

“Oi, Marimo.” Sanji called, noteven bothered to follow the other man’s steps. Zoro, however, didn’t stop onhis track, and continued walking as he was listening.

Thanks/Don’t mention it. Unspoken words wentthrough his head, and of course- he would’ve never minded that. No matter howmuch Sanji talked about that, even if it takes forever- he would like him tohave as much happiness he could get in this family.

Sanji opened his mouth, callingout for Zoro again. This time, it sounded a little bit more casual. Just liketheir daily banter- or perhaps, too casual.

“You are going the wrong way.”

Perhaps, things really returnedback to normal.

And so, the Straw Hats wereleaving. They never planned to stop by for long, in first place.

Upon Zoro and Sanji’s return,they could see their nakamas werewaiting for them. The look on Sanji’s face when he was returned made everyone alittle glad.

Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper seemedlike they were enjoying themselves. Nami, on the other hand could be seen witha few bags of gold that God-knows-how-she-got-it. The Vinsmoke brothers couldbe seen in front of her with lusting look on their face. There was also Brook,asking for panties from Reiju, only to get politely declined on his quest andfailed.

“Oi, Sanji!” Luffy called withhis daily cheer. “You’ve got to check this out!” Usopp and Chopper called forhim too, and so Sanji smiled. He has hisfamily. Thus he walked towards the trio.

It was a refreshing thing to see,and Zoro couldn’t help but to smile too. He was so busy looking at Sanji as hewalked towards the three and had his fun with them. And Zoro didn’t evenrealizing it, until Vinsmoke Reiju walked beside him and began to speak.

“You cared for him so much,”

“Eh?” Zoro was caught off-guardwith that question, not preparing for a conversation. “Wait, what? What? Wha-”

“He really deserves you.” Notskipping a beat, Reiju spoke. She looked at Zoro, then at her not-so-brotherbrother. The statement reminded Zoro that they were in fact, still pretended tobe a married couple.

Blushing lightly and confused toact, he tried to respond casually.

“O-Oh…. Yeah… I guess…”

Reiju chuckled, as if she couldread what was going through on his head at that moment. “He is a good man.” Shethen said again.

“Please, take good care of him.”

This time, it was a request. Byreflex, Zoro’s gaze was locked upon Sanji, and only Sanji. He smiled softly. Sanjiis his rival and a special nakama- the two always been sharing a special bondever since they met, and it only grow stronger as time goes by. And he knew,the man was strong- and he will always be.He would continue to fight for himself, and never give up- he was thatstubborn. And he would protect him, and the rest of their nakama. And Zorowould protect him, too.

“Yes, I will.”

Zoro smiled, closing his eyes.Pledging to the Gods- if they were existed; but there was no need of it-because he was the only person needed to believe in his own vow- and he knew hewould keep it.

Seeing Zoro’s smile, and promise-Reiju smiled. At least she knew Sanji is in good hands- and he will findhappiness- always find happiness in this family.

And so, they bid farewell- not bysaying goodbye, but by walking away and leaving to their own paths. One thatthey thought would never be crossed again. And so, the Straw Hats movedtogether again- as a family they always been.

Sun was shining, all over theocean.

A lion was setting sail on thewonder called sea.

Ten people aboard chasing fortheir dreams.

On that sunny day, a paper hasarrived. Delivered by the seagulls all across the sea. The most recent news hasbeen updated.

“WHAT IS THIS?” Sanji pointedaccusingly to the paper he was holding, pointing it towards the swordsman. “StawHat Pirates’ swordsman, Roronoa Zoro, and the cook, Roronoa Sanji has beenmarried?”

Zoro blinked.

What?

“This is all your fault!” Sanjiscreamed, throwing the rustled newspaper on the floor.

“Do you think I know theslightest idea about it?” Zoro argued back. “It was the Witch’s idea!”

“Don’t you ever call Nami-san ormocked her like that!”

A swift kick aimed to the other’shead, the sound of a clash of a sword. All in a fine day in New World. Everythinghas returned back to normal- or as normal as it could be.

There was still the ongoing rumorabout Roronoa Zoro and Sanji’s marriage, and it went quite as viral all overthe sea. It would take a while for the rumor to stop spreading, or becorrected. But that’d be in another story.

#anonymous #ttt #fic #zosan #zoro #sanji #luffy #vinsmoke #judge #ichiji #niji #yonji #reiju #nami #chopper #brook #jinbei #carrot #robin #franky #strawhats #whole cake island #pudding #usopp #req

[pocket-luv101]

Hey there! I guess you know by now just how much I adore Gil and Ray and I was wondering if you had other headcanons with them (Wrath included as well). I keep a list with mine, maybe one day I will post them, but I love your writing and I would sure love to hear more about them, if that's alright. If you are planning to include them in a fic, then I will wait :) I miss them...

I actually have a bunch of mini-drabbles/popcorn-fanfics for GilRay (and other ships) but I never posted them because they’re pretty short and rough. You guys think I write and post a lot, you have no idea XD

Here are some headcanons I have:

They have a closet full of matching, crazy and silly clothes/accessories because Gil just loves them.

Gil has painted nails so I like to think he practices on Ray from time to time.

They were childhood friends when they were human.Only Tanaka Strike can take this headcanon away from me and even then she has to rip it out of me cold, dead hands

Ray used to be a reserved kid but Gil kept dragging him on a bunch of adventures to the point he learns to just go with the flow and be more confident in his abilities“If we could wrangle a bull with our bare hands at the age of ten, we can totally pull off a jailbreak! Hopefully.”-Ray

Gil was a tiny ball of rage and energy that could only be calmed by Ray. Still got into a bunch of trouble

Ray was totally a photographer or something else art related (based on his ability)

I don’t know why but I always picture Gil with a boat. His ability is water related.

Gil was drafted into the war and Ray followed him because “We’re a team!”/”We’re partners!” and become closer through all the hardships

Wrath saved them and made them subclasses so they’re very loyal and respect her

She earned their devotion and adoration because she’s motherly to them and never judged their relationship.Forbidden love in the past, anyone?

After they become subclasses and learn about their powers, they would train together and come up with a bunch of combination/team attacks.

Gil may have sharp teethes but he still has the most beautiful smile Ray has ever known.

Gil is totally a messy eater.Mostly because he likes how Ray would wipe his mouth for him. He likes the attention

Ray is the only one that can control Drunk!Gil and Wrath forbids Gil to drink without Ray present.

-not a headcanon but a cute scene I totally picture for them-SLOW DANCING IN THE KITCHEN AT MIDNIGHT (or by a lake/river/secret hideout)

On dates, they speak in Italian because it’s nostalgic of their time as human and it makes them feel like they’re in their own world.

Late nights watching corny, black and white, romance movies is their guilty pleasure.

Ray isn’t a flirt but he does have this charm to him that people are smitten with and Gil gets jealous.“Hey, that’s my Casanova! Get your own even though I’m pretty sure you’ll never find someone as good as him.”-Gil-cue amused Ray shaking his head-Jealous Gil fanfic that I need to finish

In my world, Ray never lost his arm and no one is allowed to bring it up.  ALL THESE PRECIOUS CHARACTERS ARE FINE!Let me stay in my denial

And one of the mini fanfics I have (this is a human AU that’s pretty rough)

Rayshuffled through the pictures on his camera as he crossed the bridge, trying todecide which one he should use for next week’s photo contest. While he likedmost of them, they were mundane photos of things he found in his neighbourhood.Venice was beautiful but he couldn’t afford to travel to its stunning localesto take pictures. Despite that limitation, Ray was determined to make a livingthrough his camera.

Hewas so focused on his camera that he didn’t notice the rowdy crowd walkingtowards him. The teenagers were playing with a soccer ball and didn’t noticehim either. One of them accidentally kicked the call at Ray and his camera wasknocked from his hands. Everyone watched in horror as the camera flew over therail and off the bridge. Ray barely heard the teenager’s apologies as he leanedover the bridge and look into the canal but he didn’t see where it fell.

“We’rereally sorry, sir.” The teenagers tried to apologize again and Ray sighed.

“It’salright. Just be more careful next time.” They were only kids and they had togood sense to be apologetic so he wasn’t angry at them. He was more concernedabout his camera and wondered what he should do. The camera was his entirelivelihood so he needed to find it. Even if the camera was destroyed, he couldrecover the data.

Withthat decided, he ran off the bridge and stood on the edge of the canal. He couldn’t see thebottom, least of all where the camera could’ve fallen. Ray only hoped that it hadn’tfloated downstream with the current. He rolled up his pants and started to jumpinto the canal when a shout stopped him. “Heeey, Partner, you can’t swim in thecanal.”

Raypaused. He knew that there was a fine for swimming in the canal but he couldn’tafford a new camera or to replace all of his photos in only a few days. Heignored the man and jumped into the water. After a few failed searches, Rayemerged from the water cursing. A gondola stopped in front of him and the manon board looked down at him. “Enjoying your swim?”

“I’m looking for my camera. I dropped it into the canal.” Ray corrected him.

“Youmean this thing?” He held up his camera and Ray quickly reached up to grab itfrom him. The man took his hand and pulled him onto the gondola before hecould. Then he placed the camera on the seat next to him. “My name’s Gil. Thatthing flew out of nowhere and hit me.”

“Sorry,it was an accident. My name’s Ray.” He said as he inspected his camera fordamage. He was relieved that it was intact and that he hadn’t lost any of hispictures. Gil looked over his shoulder to the photos on the tiny screen.

“Thoseare beautiful. You sure have a good eye. Is that the old orphanage?” Ray jumpeda little when he felt his breath brushed his ear. He hadn’t realized how close Gilwas until he spoke. Gil pulled away from him and sat next to him. “No wonderyou wanted to get this camera back so bad. Are you a famous photographer or something?”

“I’dlike to be one day.” He said as Gil returned to the stern of the boat and tookthem back to the dock. “I love taking pictures. I just wish I could photographmore things outside of this neighbourhood. But I need to save more money forthat.”

Gilappeared thoughtful as he stopped the gondola. He held Ray’s hand to help him outof the boat but he didn’t let go of his hand even after he was standing on thedock. “I lived in Venice all of my life and I know a bunch of places you cantake great pictures. I give gondola rides on weekends so just stop by wheneveryou’re free.”

“Idon’t really have the money for a bunch of sightseeing rides.” Ray slipped hishand from his but he didn’t leave immediately.

“You’repretty cool so how about you pay me with coffee and a good conversation?” Giloffered and Ray had to admit his offer was tempting.

“Okay,meet me here next Friday. How do you like your coffee?” He asked and Gil’s smilecouldn’t be brighter. Seeing it, Ray raised his camera and took a picture. He liked to take pictures of things he found beautiful after all.

I know you didn’t ask for this much and I probably went overboard but I just had to gush and couldn’t stop once I started xD

#servamp #gilray #Rayscent Crazyrabbit #Gilberto Weasel #hikaru-sora

[cefstickles]

Hour Game Night

This fic is for @ticklyfandoms as they were the one to suggest the prompt: “Maybe something with Virgil and Thomas? Like they're having a bonding night while the other sides are busy, and somehow it leads to tickles.” 

I hope this fic turned out alright. I’m beginning to cut down my drabbles. Again, with all the story elements. Even though they help, they really stretch my word count. Ugh. But, I hope you all still enjoy:

Hour Game Night  

Ships: (None)

Words ~ 1,570 ~

“Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars.”

“You said that about as sassy as Roman. Have the two of you been hanging out more or something?”

“Heck no! I’ll die before I start acting like Prince Ed Sheeran.”

Thomas chuckled as he moved his game piece to the jail square. Him and Virgil were playing a game of monopoly while the other sides went to go see a Disney movie. If Virgil was honest with Thomas, he would have rather gone with them, but the human wanted to spend some alone time with his anxious side.

Anxiety knew this was supposed to help their friendship, still this sort of ‘bonding’ experiment was outside of his comfort zone. Not that going to a movie was any better, but at least there were more people around and less chances for awkward silences. Speaking of which, there was one happening right now.

Virgil picked up the dice as the sound of them crashing onto the game board startled Anxiety out of the awkward silence. He shuddered in surprise and moved his game piece the correct number of spaces. He huffed in satisfaction as he was able to buy Park Place.

“Virgil. How are you feeling?” Thomas was worried for his anxious trait. He seemed more jumpy than usual.

“I’m not okay.”

“Is there any way I can make you okay?”

“Pffffahahahaha!!! That’s an even better joke than one of dad’s puns!” Thomas looked at Anxiety as if he had just kicked a puppy. Virgil sighed. “Look. I’m glad I can help some, but I harbor your negative thoughts and fears. There will never be a day in that brain of yours when I’m okay.”

“Well if maybe not a day...then how about an hour?”

Virgil looked back at Thomas to see a smile almost as bright as Patton’s had formed on his face. The anxious trait couldn’t help but reflect it to some extent. He felt a wall he had put up for so long begin to fall down.

“Heh...you win...you can try to make me okay for one hour.”

“YES!!!” Thomas threw his fist up in the air. The human stood up and sat next to Anxiety to which the latter just scooted away.

“Woah woah woah! Personal space!” Virgil fell on his back and put his hands up defensively.

“What?” Thomas cocked his head at him and out stretched his arms. “I was just gonna hug you.”

Virgil raised an eyebrow and slowly got off the floor. He felt himself lean into Thomas’s hug as the human’s arms wrapped around him. Slowly but surely, Virgil returned the gesture.

Okay, it had been about five minutes and the two were still hugging. Virgil was beyond done with the hug.

“You gonna let go of me?”

“Nope.” Thomas stated defiantly.

“You’re really gonna make me do this aren’t ya?”

“Do what?”

“You’re not an idiot Thomas. Don’t play dumb.”

“I’m not. I just thought you’d have seen the bad position we were both in and not try anything that would come back to bite you.” Virgil felt Thomas’s fingers wiggle close to his sides.

He suppressed the smile creeping onto his face. “Oh...it’s on.” Virgil attacked Thomas’s sides instantly bringing laughter forth from his mouth, but Thomas retaliated back slightly poking Anxiety’s sides testing the waters. With each poke Virgil shuddered and suppressed his chuckles, still tickling Thomas’s sides. Seeing as how the darker aspect didn’t intend on stopping soon, Thomas began to scuttle his fingers up into Virgil’s armpits, scratching at his tensed hollows.

It was at that moment Virgil gave the cutest snort, before moving his hands up to Thomas’s ribs! “Snrk! Uuuuuuugh! You’re gonnna paaay for that!!”

“Awww Virgil. That was so CUUUHUHUHUHUTTEEE!!!” Thomas’s movements were slowing as Virgil tickled harder and faster, getting an advantage over the human. He began to stand up and break out of the hug only to be pulled back down by Thomas.

Virgil lost his footing and fell on top of Thomas, but not before kicking out accidently with one of his legs, knocking the monopoly board and all the pieces everywhere.

“AAAAHhhh darn it Thomas! Look what you made me DOOOOHOOHOO!!! NO! NOT THERE!” Thomas was holding one arm over Anxiety’s back keeping him from moving while the other snaked in between their forms and was tickling his tummy.

Virgil instantly reached out and grabbed at Thomas’s neck, tickling as fast as he could manage through his laughter. The purple-haired human burst out laughing and his hands flung up to try to protect his sensitive neck. Virgil, in response, grabbed them and spread them out to the sides.

“Thihihihihs looohohohks WROOOOHOOHOHOHNG!!!” Without warning, the darker trait buried his face into Thomas’s neck and gave him a couple soft raspberries, sending the human into hysterics. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHPPP!!” After a couple more, Virgil was able to pry himself off of Thomas and sit back while the other lay back tired, happy laughter still bubbling out.

Virgil saw how exhausted Thomas had grown so he let the human use the short break as he moved down to the guy’s feet. He was beginning to untie his shoes, when Thomas surprisingly tackled the side to the ground. The positions had reversed.

“Hey no fahahahir!” Virgil was smiling, trying not to enjoy himself, but failing.

“You left me wide open Virge. You forget how easily I can recover.” He grabbed both of Virgil’s hands and held them above his head.

“ARGH!! NO!!!” The darker trait jerked around, trying to free himself of his captor.

Thomas reached a hand down and began to re-tickle the darker traits belly. “Hehehehe! Good kitty.”

Virgil hissed in between laughs. “IHIHHI Suddenly HAHAHAHAHTE YOUHOHOH!!!”

“I’ve decided! I like it when you laugh!!” Thomas chuckled as his hand found its way underneath Virgil’s shirt. The sound that escaped Anxiety’s lips as his bare skin was tickled resembled that of a school girl.

“Well Good for YOUHOHHOHOHOHOOO!!!” Virgil’s thrashing became more violent as he desperately tried to get away from Thomas’s hand. “STAHAHAHAHAHPPPP!!!” Eventually, Anxiety gained enough strength to roll out from Thomas’s grasp, and kick him in the stomach, sending the human back to the ground. Before he could react much, Virgil quickly flipped Thomas over, sat on the backs of his knees, and resumed the removing of Thomas’s footwear.

“No no no no no!!!!! I don’t want it!!!” Thomas thrashed, but could not buck Virgil off for the life of him.

“Hehe.” Virgil was as breathless as Thomas was. “There’s a lot of things in life that we have to do, but don’t want to. So deal with it.” Anxiety grabbed a foot and began to scutter his fingers over the sole. If Thomas wasn’t in hysterics before, he was now. Very shrill squeals escaped his mouth, when Virgil stroked his fingers under the bottoms of Thomas’s toes.

But soon the squeals were transferred to the darker aspects mouth as Thomas’s hands somehow reached behind and found their way to his sides once again, utterly surprising him. Virgil was now chuckling so hard he fell off of Thomas’s legs and curled up into a giggly ball on the floor.

The human only found enough strength to roll over on his back. Try as they may, neither the human nor the aspect could get up for the life of them. They laid there cackling their heads off, even though no more tickles could be dished out on either side. Finally, Virgil turned his head towards Thomas, wearing the brightest smile the Human had ever seen on his face. This in turn made Thomas smile wider too. As time passed, their giggles became less and less frequent. Finally, for what seemed like an eternity, only panting could be heard.

Thomas was the first to get on his feet. After stretching, he offered a hand to Virgil to which the darker aspect cautiously took. The twinkle in each other’s eyes just screamed “this isn’t over!!”, but the understanding look they exchanged confirmed the nonverbal truce they had made. Once Virgil was on his feet, he made his way to the kitchen and grabbed out two water bottles, handing one to Thomas. The human accepted the water bottle and the two drank together like thirsty dogs that hadn’t been quenched in months.

After they had their fills and their heart rates had slowed, Thomas was the first to speak.

“So...how do you feel?”

Virgil smiled at him. “Heh. I think I’m okay.”

Bonus:

The door opened and the light switched on in the living room to reveal Thomas and Virgil sleeping. Of course Logan would only be focusing on the huge mess they made with the monopoly pieces, while the other two were beaming at the pair on the couch. All of them knew that they needed the alone time and they were happy to provide it.

It took a couple shouting whispers, but they managed to stop Logan from picking up the pieces and making noise.

“Logan! Stop! You’re going to wake them.” Roman tried to restrain him.

“That does not matter. They need to get up anyway. It is bad for your spinal cord to continuously sleep in an upright pos-”

“Seriously Logan! Let them have their moment together. This is important!”

“What could be more important than proper sleep?”

Patton put a finger to the logical trait’s lips and uttered a single word.

“Friendship.”

#sanders sides #sanderssides #thomas sanders #thomassanders #lee!virgil #ler!Virgil #ler!thomas #lee!thomas #virgil sanders #anxiety sanders #anxiety #virgil #cefsdrabbles #This was surprisingly hard to write #I need to get better at my tickle fighting scenes #I hope you all still like it though

[taocastleprincess]

inktober for writers - day 7 - confusion / eijiroctober - day 7 - w Ashido Mina

author’s note: THANK YOU GUYS FOR THE AWESOME ATTENTION ON MY DAY 5 FIC!! im v v appreciative and it made me real happy so thanks again.

i skipped day 6 bc I didnt know what to write for the eijiroctober prompt. anyways, so im back again for day 7. this is such a goofy, silly, no real substance at all kind of fic and its based on THIS video that just came out ft Bella Hadid and when I watched it i was like......this soooo Hagakure... LMAO. so i linked it just so you know what meme im referencing. also i’m noticing that whenever I write something with Tooru in it she’s a walking, preppy ass meme and Mina just encourages her. i’m loving this pattern, honestly. they are so fun to write lol. but ok, i need to stop rambling. author’s note over. lol. drabble under the cut as usual.

“So after you asked, what did he say?” Mina examines the face of her redheaded friend very carefully before continuing her current task. She tsks quietly and uses her index and thumb to gently grab his chin and tilt his head in either direction. Kirishima is sitting on her bed beside Tooru, dressed in his nicest casual clothing and blushing softly under all the scrutiny. “You don’t need any concealer or anything. Your skin is perfect. Loser,” she rolls her eyes in half-serious frustration. Tooru giggles on the edge of the bed, floating clothes slightly rippling with movement. “You can do a liner, though, or a highlight? I don’t know. What do you think, T?” Tooru kicks her legs in excitement, seemingly-floating pink knee-high socks move rapidly. “Ooh! Do both! Both! But easy on the highlight because Kiri glows naturally. We don’t want to overwhelm.” Tooru’s invisible hand grabs Kirishima’s face and turns it towards her. “See? Look! So pretty!” Mina smiles brightly, nodding in agreement. “Pretty! Handsome! Hot! That’s why he’s going on a daaaaate!” The invisible girl squeals in excitement and Kirishima’s face burns red. “That’s not what he said.” “So what did he say? And do you wanna do both?” Mina points to her makeup drawer as Tooru starts quietly chanting, ‘both, both, both!’ from her corner of the bed. “Both,” Kirishima answers and the pink-haired girl turns away from him to start rummaging through her makeup for what she needs. She can hear Kirishima start humming in thought, preparing to answer her initial question. Even without looking, she knows that his tongue is peeking out of his mouth with his burgundy eyes rolled towards the ceiling in contemplation. “He said,” the boy continues, “‘get the hell out of my room and just be ready, Hair-for-Brains.’” Kirishima’s voice gets gruffer as he imitates the voice. Mina laughs at both his answer and his weak impression. “It’s a date, Kiri. Like I said.” She walks back over towards the bed with necessary products in hand. Tooru makes a noise of contention. “Like we said!” “Like we said,” Mina corrects. In front of her, Kirishima looks skeptical. “He didn’t say that.” Mina raises an eyebrow. “Does he ever say anything that isn’t violent?” “Or mean,” Tooru adds. “Or crude?” “Exactly. Read between the lines, Kiri. If it wasn’t a date, he wouldn’t have wasted any time shutting you down.” Tooru seems to be nodding furiously, her white baseball cap bounces up and down in the air. Kirishima seems slightly more assured now. His eyes brighten and he adjusts his posture, sitting taller. “Yeah, Blasty isn’t the best with words.” Mina smiles at the recovery of his confidence. “I guess he coulda just said no.” “Definitely could’ve said ‘no.’” “Mhm!” Tooru chirps. Mina watches Kirishima smile wide and happily. “Fine. I’m trusting you, Horn-Buddy.” He whips his head, turning to Tooru. “You too, Hagakure.” “I mean, obviously,” Mina giggles, getting back to the task at hand. “You’re letting me do your liner. That’s the true measure of friendship.” Tooru nods emphatically. “Oh my god, yes! Like, yeah, you can trust somebody with your life but would you trust them with your cat-eye?” Kirishima snorts in response and Mina giggles even harder. “Shut up, you’re gonna kill me, Tooru,” Mina laughs. Placing the small, circular container of highlight in her hand on the edge of the bed, she brings her hands back up to Kirishima’s eye level. She waves two liquid eyeliner pens in front of him. “Black or navy blue?” “Bla—“ Suddenly, Tooru gasps. In one fluid motion, she bounces from her place on the bed to Mina’s side. She snatches the black eyeliner out of her grip and holds it away. “No! Navy blue! It’ll bring out his eyes more! It’ll look so good against all that natural red!” “The hair’s not natural,” Mina and Kirishima reveal in unison. Tooru sucks her teeth and Mina imagines that she might be rolling her eyes. “Okay, same thing,” she responds in near exasperation. “Look. If homeboy comes through with this,” Tooru shakes the black eyeliner pen in her hand, “it’s gonna be quiet for him.” Mina raises her eyebrows in consternation. Kirishima tilts his head with quiet confusion. “But if he comes through with thaaaat,” she uses her other hand to point to the blue eyeliner still in Mina’s possession. “Homeboy’s gonna, like... get it.” The room is quiet for a few moments until Mina bursts into hysterical laughter. Her laugh is so infectious, Kirishima joins in with her, but his face is still pulled into a look of bewilderment. “Get what?” “It,” Tooru responds cryptically and Mina howls even louder. Kirishima shrugs. “I guess I’ll go with blue then.” “Yay!” Tooru throws the eyeliner onto Mina’s desk and jumps back on the bed. The other girl finally recovers from the bout of hilarity and prepares to work her magic. “Okay, now that T is done being a weirdo, I can give you some badass wings,” Tooru smacks her arm and she resists the urge to laugh again. Kirishima nods and closes his eyes. Completely serious now, Mina carefully does the redhead’s makeup in silence. She was only giving him simple wings and a few brushes of highlight, but she wanted everything to be exact and clean. She worked on his face while Tooru pressed her face very closely to Kirishima’s observing her work and giving suggestions when needed. Both girls make praiseful comments concerning the near perfection of Kirishima’s skin, making him blush with light embarrassment. After about the fourth time of this, Mina finally finishes. “Tooru?” The invisible girl leaps from the bed again and stands in front of Kirishima to fully appraise her work. After a few deliberating moments, Tooru speaks. “Okay, open your eyes, Kiri. Wanna get the whole effect.” Kirishima slowly opens his eyes, looking a bit dazed. “I was nodding off,” he says as way of explanation. Ignoring him, Tooru continues expertly examining his face. Eventually, she squeals with excitement. “Ooh! I told you! You look so good with the navy blue! It brings out all of the red and the gold highlight is just enough to emphasize your natural glow! Oh my god! Mina! You did so well!” The girl bounces up and down with unbridled enthusiasm, her sheer excitement rubbing off on her two classmates. “Can I see?” Kirishima’s eyes are wide and bright, the burgundy of his irises looking even more exquisite under the influence of the navy blue outlining his lids. Mina giggles as she snatches her hand mirror off an idle chair and places it in front of his face. She watches happily as the boy’s eyes overflow with elated surprise. “I thought Hagakure was exaggerating a bit, but nah. You did good.” Mina blushes in an uncharacteristic show of embarrassment. “Thanks, but you did all the heavy lifting, Kiri. You’re annoyingly good-looking. You and Kaminari are the worst.” She shakes her head in mock irritation and Tooru giggles, completely in agreement. Kirishima grins, all sharp teeth and big, pretty eyes. He’s just about to respond when there is an aggressive attack of knocks on Mina’s door. Tooru jumps in surprise and Mina rolls her eyes at the noise, correctly predicting the identity of the rude would-be intruder. “I know you’re in there, Hair-for-Brains! Didn’t I tell you not to be late? If we miss the bus we have to walk!” Bakugou’s loud voice clearly carries through the closed door. Tooru audibly scoffs in response. “We only open the door for gentlemen!” Mina snorts obnoxiously and Kirishima laughs quietly into his hand. “You’re gonna set him off,” Mina snickers. “And?” Mina laughs. Skipping towards the door, she raises her voice so Bakugou can hear her. “It’s ‘Respecting Kirishima’ hours! Be nice or we’ll lock him up in here forever!” Tooru follows her over to the door and hums loudly in agreement. Behind the door, the two girls can hear what sounds like mini-explosions. Mina laughs silently, head against the door. Blasty’s getting mad! Behind her, the bed squeaks loudly with the strain of movement. When Mina turns, Kirishima is now standing and has an amused but slightly uneasy expression on his face. “Okay, okay. We had our fun. I’m gonna go now.” Tooru lightly stomps her foot in defiance. Mina struggles to continue laughing in quiet as Kirishima gives Tooru a pleading expression. She hasn’t had this much fun since Kaminari short-circuited during field training last week! She’s having such a hard time containing herself that she doesn’t notice the absence of the sounds of explosions until Bakugou speaks again. “Kirishima,” he starts and it sounds so foreign and strained that Mina almost chokes on her own scream of laughter. “Can we please...” The blond trails off, leaving the awkward half-request floating in the hair and, not for the first time, she curses the fact that the dorm rooms don’t have peepholes. After a minute, Bakugou starts again. “I really don’t want to miss this showing, so hurry the fuc— let’s go, please.” At this point, Mina is crumpled on the floor. The effort of maintaining a quiet volume taking its toll on her. “T—Tooru,” she whisper-screams in laughter. “Tooru broke Bakugou!” Tooru’s face is, obviously, unreadable but Mina imagines that she looks slightly annoyed. “Being nice never hurt anyone.” Still laughing, Mina catches Kirishima rolling his eyes at both of them. He walks past Tooru and carefully steps over Mina to get to the door. “I’ll see you guys later then. And thanks again.” “You’re welcome,” Tooru quickly replies, bubbly disposition falling back into place. “If you’re really feeling grateful you can come back with the deets.” Mina nods, pink curls brushing against the floor. “Text the group chat when you’re back, Kiri. You better kiss and tell,” she winks mischievously. Kirishima shushes her and lightly taps on the door. She rolls her eyes in amusement. It’s not like McSplode can hear her whispering through the door! Both girls watch him open the door in silence. Mina is lying at a weird angle on the floor but from what she can see Bakugou is dressed stylishly, which isn’t unusual but she can tell he put in extra effort this time around. She watches the blond’s face morph from an irritated, troubled expression to one of almost dazed shyness, his cheeks adopting a pretty pink hue. How many times will Bakugou break today? The blond quickly collects himself but the lapse in attitude was too striking to be missed. Mina snickers into her hand. “W—Well, let’s go, Hai— Kirishima,” he corrects himself while glaring at Tooru’s invisible form. “If we miss the bus we’re gonna be screwed.” Bakugou’s cheeks continue to glow pink. Kirishima nods cooperatively. “Okay! If we speed walk we’ll make it still.” The two boys quickly dash down the hall. Mina, not yet done with her fun, jumps up and sticks her head out the door. “Remember, Blasty! It’s ‘Respecting Kirishima’ hours! Don’t make Hagakure beat your ass!” Tooru laughs as they strain to hear a muffled shout in response. Mina is almost positive that she heard some variation of the f-word but that’s nothing very concerning. Giggling, the pink girl shuts her bedroom door. Turning to Tooru, she extends a palm towards her to initiate a high-five. The invisible girl reciprocates, excitedly giggling with her. “Did you see Bakugou’s face? He’s so crushing. Kiri is so dumb!” Mina laughs. “They’re both dumb. Bakugou’s dumber though.” “Oh, of course, obviously” Tooru agrees. Mina playfully slaps her arm as she passes her to get to her desk. Picking up her phone she starts drafting a message. Tooru looks over her shoulder and gives a dainty snort of amused approval. ALIEN_QUEEN: @CLEAR-N-CUTE @REDDYtoRIOT OOOH HOMEBOY BOUTA GET IT REDDYtoRIOT: @ALIEN_QUEEN @CLEAR-N-CUTE im RLLY glad i didnt go thru w the blk..... wldve been real quiet 4 me CLEAR-N-CUTE: @REDDYtoRIOT @ALIEN_QUEEN SEE? trust ur homegirls

#inktober for writers #eijiroctober #Kirishima Eijirou #mina ashido #hagakure tooru #katsuki bakugou #kiribaku #boku no hero academia #bnha #my hero academia #MHA #fanfiction #my writing #personalshy

[jokessho]

[Drabble]: The shiner

Here’s the reply to @50cyg’s prompt “Who gave you that black eye?” - Taiyama. Iffy about this, but it'll do for now I want to go home

Just a heads-up for anyone that prefers ffn: I’m posting these drabble there too, in a collection called Moments (I will also post them on AO3, once I stop procrastinating and start adding my stuff there. Eventually. Someday.).

“Who gave you that black eye?”

Rolling his eyes, Yamato turned around and marched the other way down the street. Taichi followed.

“Seriously, who was it?”

Again, Yamato ignored the brunet and turned down yet another street.

“Come on, Yamato, tell me.”

Yamato was forced to a stop as a brick wall came into view. A dead end.

Silently admitting defeat, Yamato turned—almost in a bored manner—to face his boyfriend.

“Yama?” Taichi brought a hand up to gently touch the corner of Yamato’s eye. “Tell me who gave this to you.”

“Sora.”

Silence followed by a bewildered: “Sora?”

“Sora.”

Taichi blinked rapidly in succession, hand having fallen back to his side.

“But… Why would Sora punch you?”

Shaking his head in an amused fashion, Yamato pushed past Taichi and starting making his way back towards the main street and his original destination: the convenience store.

“Nobody said that she punched me.”

Taichi rushed to catch up with the blond, falling into step beside him.

“But you said that Sora gave you that black eye.”

“Yes.”

Taichi gave Yamato an expectant look, which the blond ignored in favour of grabbing a shopping basket.

“Will you be joining dad and me for dinner tonight?”

“Thanks.”

Yamato nodded in acknowledgement of the acceptance and moved to the fresh vegetable section. Taichi stayed a few steps behind, watching the blond pick out things on his mental shopping list. As much as he wanted to badger his boyfriend about the black eye, he knew better than to pursue the conversation in the store. Instead, he occupied himself by trying to figure out what Yamato had planned for dinner. Not that it ever really worked, since the blond had a way of always surprising him with the end result.

An hour later the two boys were making their way to the apartment complex Yamato and his father lived in.

Taichi cast a sideways glance at Yamato.

“So?”

“So what?”

“About that eye.”

“It was an accident.”

Taichi almost missed a step, hastily moving his feet to correct his footing.

“How does someone hit someone else by accident?”

“I told you she didn’t hit me.”

Taichi stopped and so did Yamato. They stood facing each other on the street, ignoring the passersby that gave them odd looks.

“Could you, please, for once, stop being so cryptic and tell me what happened?”

With a sigh, Yamato motioned for Taichi to keep moving. They continued their journey.

“Remember how I went to help Sora with her garden yesterday?”

Taichi nodded. Sora had asked him, too, but he had bluntly told her he didn’t want to help and that had been the end of that conversation.

“Well, we were moving this really big rock. Not a lot; just trying to budge it about a foot closer to the fence.”

“And the neighbour got mad at you and punched you?”

Yamato threw Taichi an annoyed look. “This is why we have so many misunderstandings; you never let me finish!”

“Okay, okay.” Taichi placed his hands in front of himself, as if to fend off the mounting wrath. “Please continue.” He grinned charmingly, earning a shy smile in return.

“Anyway, we were pushing the rock and managed to get it to the right spot. But then, as Sora was starting to stand, my foot slipped on the mud and I started falling. We bumped heads. Well, more like I smacked my face into the top of Sora’s head.”

Taichi stopped again, frozen in amazement. He blinked a few times, face blank. His right hand came up to face-level, palm facing down, whilst his left hand turned palm up. The hands moved, one up the other down, and met in the middle in a smack.

Yamato looked a bit uncomfortable, eyes flitting from one spot on the ground to another. “That’s the gist of it, yeah.”

Taichi burst out laughing; he clutched at his stomach, doubling over whilst trying to get a sufficient amount of air into his lungs.

Passersby gave them strange looks again, and Yamato shifted in embarrassment. He switched the groceries from one hand to the other, glancing at his apartment complex, visible just down the road.

“Taichi?” He tried, quiet enough to not draw even more attention to them, but loud enough for Taichi to hear him over his laughing. “Taichi, we really should get going…” He eyed his building again.

“Right.” Taichi said, still chuckling. “Let’s…” He burst into laughter again.

Frustrated, Yamato grabbed Taichi’s bicep and proceeded to drag him to the complex.

Upon entering the apartment, Yamato released Taichi and marched into the kitchen. He needed to get the groceries into the right cupboards.

“Oh, come on, Yamato.” Taichi followed the blond into the kitchen, finally over his laughing fit. “I’m sorry, but it’s just so funny. Sora gave you a black eye!”

Yamato braced himself against the kitchen counter and released a large breath.

“This is why I didn’t tell you.”

Still looking amused, Taichi walked up behind Yamato, hugging him from behind and burying his face in the back of Yamato’s head.

“I’m sorry for laughing at you…”

“…but I have to admit, it’s funny?”

Taichi gave a squeeze. “Exactly.” He pecked Yamato’s shoulder, then looked over it. “Whatcha cooking?”

Yamato chuckled, gently shoving an elbow into Taichi’s stomach. “Food. Now go sit down and wait.”

“Ah, you’re no fun.”

Taichi made to go sit at the table, but a hand on his wrist stopped him.

“I may not be fun, but I can cook. Very well, I might add.” Yamato kissed Taichi before the other had time to protest the first point.

With a grin, Taichi went to sit down at the kitchen table. He watched Yamato move about, fiddling with a pen that had been on the table.

A key turned in the lock of the front door. A set of heavy footsteps entered, the door closed, and a tired voice called out:

"I'm home, Yamato. Hello, Taichi."

Oddly eagar, Taichi jumped from the chair, disappearing into the short hall to greet Hiroaki.

"Sora gave Yamato a black eye."

Yamato slapped his face with the hand not holding a knife.

"So I heard. How's it look today?"

"Black."

The two brunets entered the kitchen and Yamato threw a smile at his father.

"Welcome home. I'm just making dinner, so go get washed up."

"Sure." Hiroaki said, then gave Taichi a smug look. "Trust me, it will get even darker than that."

"Dad." A warning.

"You know it will. Remember that time you fell on th—"

"Thank you." Yamato forced out through gritted teeth, turning a glare on Hiroaki. "I remember. Now go get washed or I'm putting so much chili in this that your mouth will burn for the rest of the month."

"Right, right." Hiroaki chuckled and left the kitchen.

Taichi's eyes moved from where Hiroaki had been to Yamato's back. He bit his lower lip lightly.

"The time you fell on the what?"

Within a second, Yamato had slammed his knife down and turned his death glare on his boyfriend.

"No."

Taichi's hands were in front of him in a defensive gesture and his foot took half a step back.

"Okay, okay. Clearly not something you find amusing, even to this day."

Deflating noticeably, Yamato returned to his cooking. The silence reigned as Yamato put some of the ingredients into a wok.

"I do find it amusing, since it's been years, but I think my current bruise is enough embarrassment for this month. I'll tell you some other time."

"Month?"

"At least. Maybe more."

Taichi's face scrunched up in sympathy. Then it brightened.

"I know!"

"I don't want to know."

Some more vegetables went into the wok.

"No, seriously, we need to come up with a badass story for that bruise."

"No."

"Come on, why not?"

"Because I don't want to spread any stupid rumours. I just want the bruise to disappear and be forgotten."

"It won't be for at least a month." Taichi returned to his earlier seat at the table. "You can't exactly cover something like that up."

Yamato pulled out plates, chopsticks, and glasses, placing them in a pile on the table. Taichi took his cue and set them in the right places.

Hiroaki returned, sniffing the air cautiously.

"We avoided the onslaught of chili?" He semi-whispered to Taichi and took a seat across from the teen.

Taichi just grinned and Yamato threw an amused look over his shoulder as he stirred the food.

Hiroaki propped his elbow on the table, placing his chin into his palm. His other hand played with a chopstick, in a similar fashion to how Taichi had been toying with the pen earlier.

"Who'd you think it was?"

Taichi's eyes moved from Yamato's back to Hiroaki. He shrugged, expression indifferent.

"Didn't really speculate. Would have beaten anyone up."

Hiroaki gave a bark of laughter and Yamato turned around, wok and trivet in hand.

"You do realise that I'd have beaten the same anyone to death, right?"

"Not to death. I just mean that I'd have let them recover from your beating and then beat them again."

Shaking his head, Yamato sat in his chair and pushed the  spatula Taichi's way. Guests first.

"Not Sora, though."

"No, definitely not Sora. We don't touch Sora." Taichi agreed, shaking his head vigorously.

Hiroaki took the offered spatula from Taichi.

"As the adult, I should probably say something about violence not solving anything, but I won't." He passed the spatula on, taking note of the surprised looks. "I'd probably have beaten this 'anyone' up, too."

Yamato's hand came up to cover his face, muffling his chuckles. Taichi gave a cheer, clapping his hands.

"Boys, boys. There will be no beating anyone up since it was an accident." He slapped his hands together. "Let's eat!"

#fic #drabble #taiyama #ask prompt #taito #hiroaki cameo yet again #I swear I had a better title for this a few days ago but now it's forgotten #maybe it'll come to me later

[capricious-bastard13]

"Insecurities" 

ShikiRikka

Short fic/drabble

A sniffle broke through their silence. His eyes widened as he saw the tears stream down the other man's cheeks. Wet lines staining his flushed cheeks.

"I'm sorry" came the sniffling murmur, "What do you see in me, for you to-..." He trailed off as the tears came down harder, biting down on his lip as he tried to hold back his broken cries. 

“Many things." The reply is firm and solid and loud that made him stop for a moment while purple irises looked into his pink ones. "I look at you and I see so many things. You're kind, caring, loving and gentle, you're tender to those you care and love for, your attention to detail amazes me and so does your fashion sense. You're not afraid to apologize, both on to other and on to yourself, you're not afraid to correct yourself, you're not afraid to try new things. You're optimistic even if you say that you aren't, you're smart and you're not afraid to learn new things. You say that you're blessed with appearance but that's not just it. It's not just your looks; you have a bright smile and infectious at that, your laughter is sweet and I could listen to it every single day, you have the most beautiful pair oa eyes I've seen, and it reads me like a book. You always look at yourself in this low regard but when someone praises you whether for your looks or personality or both, they mean it, I'm sure. You are so many things and so much more and I love everything about it; about you. Who wouldn't fall in love with you? Being with you is euphoria to me, it feels like I'm in heaven just being able to see you smile." Shiki held Rikka's hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing the other's hand gently, "I love you as you are and if you decided that you want to improve yourself even more, I'd support you. I love you as you are and I couldn't do it any other way." 

Rikka's tears stopped for a moment, Shiki used his fingers to wipe the tear tracks away before leaning in and giving Rikka a kiss. Quick but meaningful and loving. He wrapped his arms around the pink haired male's body and pulled him in, holding him in his arms and against his chest. Rikka leaned in and placed his head to Shiki's shoulder, closing his eyes as he placed a hand to the purple haired man's chest, feeling the warm and beating beat of his heart.

Shiki sighed and dragged his hand down his face in tiredness. The sting in his eyes growing more and more irritating. "This won't work anymore. I can't give them this..." 

Rikka glanced at the man before standing up and taking his mug before walking towards the kitchen and quietly poured in hot coffee into the purple coloured mug. He quietly walked back and placed the mug down on the coffee table before sitting down next to the growingly frustrated man. 

He looked over Shiki's work and picked up a paper. "I can't exactly read music notes but-" he spoke, catching Shiki's attention, "I think that this would sound great. Because it's you who's making them, I have confidence that you'll make this, like all your other songs, into a hit." 

Shiki blinked. "And if it doesn't then, you can blame me for it, right?" Rikka finished with a smile, placing the paper down on where it was before. "Don't worry and take your time, okay-? I'm sure you'll make it." Rikka added. 

Shiki chuckled and Rikka leaned closer to him. Their lips touched in a quick kiss but it was sweet and tender and supportive. Rikka rest his head on Shiki's shoulder as he placed an wrap around his waist, scooting closer to each other while Shiki examined the notes and scribbled words on the paper he held. 

The night was quiet. But it was comforting and warm.

#ShikiRikka #I wrote this the other day #I was more or less afraid to post it #I just needed to let out some more ShikiRikka feels #My writing