#you guys it's been like three days of nonstop THIS surely u tire by now | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

raw-lesbian-energy · 3 years

Text

Too Much Energy

[Image description: Anonymous said

could u maybe do a fic with lee marcy and ler anne and ler sasha? maybe marcy is too energetic and they try to get rid of some of her energy? marclee haha]

MARCLEE IS BEST LEE I LOVE HER SM,, Anon I had a lot of fun with this request and it was definitely a good break from the plot-heavy story! Hope you enjoy!

——

Summary: Marcy Wu has way too much energy for Anne and Sasha to handle, so the two friends work together to help tire out the wound-up teen.

Fandom: Amphibia

Pairing: None

Features: None

Word Count: 1,034

Warnings: This is a tickle fic! If that’s not your thing, just keep scrolling.

—————————————————————

“Ooh, you guys have to hear about this!”

Marcy was practically bouncing on the spot, reading yet another paragraph from her extensive notebook of Amphibia. Anne and Sasha were leaning tiredly against the couch, neither of them sure how their friend still had so much energy.

Normally, they were fine with hearing their friend ramble, but today had been a bit more taxing after having to deal with some unwelcome giant bugs that were threatening Wartwood. Marcy had been a big help with her notes on them, however the one info dump led to another, and soon the girl was reading her entire notebook to her two friends.

“Mar-Mar, you need to take a break.” Anne told her, fatigue clear in her voice. “You’ve been talking nonstop for like, three hours now.” Marcy fell silent at the statement, blinking in surprise as a small blush of embarrassment crept onto her face.

“Oh, my bad.” She said sheepishly. “I guess I got carried away, but Amphibia is just chock full of interesting things! Like, did you know that-” without even realizing, Marcy started into another ramble, making Sasha sigh and rub the bridge of her nose in frustration.

“Psst-” Sasha heard a whisper next to her, looking over and seeing Anne with a small yet mischievous smile on her face. She silently pointed a thumb to Marcy, wiggling her fingers after to mime out her plan. Sasha was quick to catch on, gaining a smirk as both of them looked back up at Marcy. The raven-haired girl hadn’t even noticed her friends yet, still rambling about some kind of carnivorous plant.

“-it’s a lot like a venus fly trap, actually.” She explained. “The difference is they also have a paralyzing venom that can- eep!” Marcy cut off mid-sentence as she felt hands grasp her sides, hauling her off the ground and carrying her back to the couch.

“Sasha, put me dohown!” She squeaked, the hands on her sides causing a small bout of giggles to escape her lips. Much to her surprise, Sasha did put her down…by unceremoniously tossing her on the couch. A small ‘oof!’ came from Marcy as she tried to upright herself, only for her two friends to suddenly be sitting on either side of her.

“Sorry Marbles,” Anne said, leaning against her, “but you’ve got too much energy, and we need to do something about it.” Marcy wasn’t sure what she meant until she felt hands on her sides, earning a high-pitched squeak followed by bright, bubbly giggles.

“Hehehey, wait!” She managed, the giggles soon overwhelming her words. Anne grinned at the sound, skittering her fingers over her friend’s exposed sides to test her reactions.

“Still ticklish as ever, I see.” Sasha mused, feeling Marcy starting to lean against her in an attempt to scoot away from Anne’s tickling. Of course, this didn’t work as Sasha held steady, leaving the raven-haired girl stuck between her two friends. Her cheeks turned pink as a goofy smile spread across her face, which Anne couldn’t help but coo at.

“Aww, you’re so cute, Mar-Mar!” She said sweetly. Marcy’s whole face turned red at Anne’s words, starting to thrash more as she felt the tickling creep up to her rib cage. All three had ditched their armour earlier, as it was a warmer day, leaving all of Marcy’s worst spots exposed.

“Ihihihi’m nohohot!” She squealed, tossing her head back and almost hitting Sasha by accident. The blonde had been able to dodge it at the last second, but the action flipped a switch in her mind and she rounded on Marcy in an instant.

“Alright, you asked for it!” She cried, wrapping her arms around Marcy’s chest and pulling her in, effectively trapping her in an iron hold. Fingers dug into the hollows of her underarms, earning a high-pitched shriek that was immediately followed by frantic laughter. Her legs kicked uselessly as she tried to pull herself free, only for Anne to sit herself on Marcy’s thighs to hold her down further. Four hands tickled at her sides and underarms, kneading and spidering and squeezing away at any spot they could reach.

“GuhuhUYS-!” The cry was hardly noticeable through all the laughter, and Marcy quickly realized there was nothing she could do but submit to her ticklish fate. Her ears had turned red at that point, eyes screwed shut and tears pricking in the corners of them. Despite how hard she was laughing, though, she still seemed to have plenty of energy.

“Man, I’m surprised she’s holding out this long.” Sasha commented to Anne, having to raise her voice somewhat to be heard. Anne nodded in agreement, and deciding to test Marcy further, moved her hands down and drummed her fingers against her hips. This earned a squeal that was so high in pitch that it actually left Anne’s ears ringing, causing her to pull away.

“Whoa, you good, Mar-Mar?” She asked. Sasha had even stopped, loosening her grip and allowing Marcy to catch her breath. The girl was a blushing mess, her hair frizzy from her struggling and a goofy smile still plastered on her face.

“Yeheheah…” She panted, brushing her hair back with her fingers, “just…g-gimme a sec.” Anne and Sasha exchanged a glance, both of them smiling softly as Marcy worked to compose herself.

“What do you think, Sash?” Anne asked, turning her gaze back to Marcy. “Has she had enough?”

“Don’t know.” Sasha replied, sitting back against the arm of the couch. “Girl’s got enough energy to power a city.” Anne chuckled at the comment, however Marcy seemed to perk up.

“Actually, Newtopia has been working on a renewable energYYY-!” A squeal left her throat as Sasha immediately started tickling her again, spidering her fingers over the teen’s ribs.

“If you’ve got energy to ramble, you’ve got energy to be tickled.” Sasha told her, though all that Marcy replied with was high-pitched giggles. Anne chuckled and ended up joining in again, doubling the electric sensations that were spreading through Marcy’s torso.

Anne and Sasha were right; she did have lots of energy. But having it be spent through her two best friends tickling her silly was more than fine by her.

#amphibia #amphibia anne #anne boonchuy #marcy wu #prompted work #sasha waybright #amphibia sasha #amphibia marcy #tickle fic #marclee

44 notes · View notes

cedric-stories · 3 years

Text

A Royal New Year Party

Word Count: Around 2,400

Plot: After getting done planning a New Year’s Eve party, Cedric meets a man that makes the sorcerer question his relationship with you.

Warnings: Angst and language

Author’s Note: This just came to me cause people used to be such jerks to my ex about us being a couple. So, kinda personal and kinda just I adore Cedric and want my baby to know he’s loved.

Author’s Note note: Okay, so I had another fic like this but I’m finally gonna address it; the world is set in our time so there are cell phones and stuff. I know I changed it from the show, but it was just easier for me. Also, this is gonna be the last fic for a few days. tbh, I haven’t even started the next ones, but I do have outlines. Hope you enjoy and happy New Year!!!

Reader pronouns: she/her

A Royal New Year Party

Here it is, the greatest party of every year. The royal family’s enchanted New Year’s Eve party was only a few hours away.

“Cedric, could you please conjure another bouquet of roses?”

“Cedric, can you please just conjure one more turkey? The chef ran out of bird, so he is begging you to make one; but please don’t tell the King!”

“Cedric, can you put the floating plates over here?”

“Cedric, can you conjure a few more chairs?”

“Cedric, where is god’s name is that turkey!?”

Yes, these were the sounds the poor sorcerer had been listening to all day. Everyone and their chef have been pestering him. He was in the middle of all the bustling and rustling. Things at been nonstop for hours and he was getting sick of it. The past day, he had been conjuring plates, chairs, ovens, instruments, and everything in between to make this party amazing. King Roland expected the very best to wow his guests, so he wanted Cedric not only to create dozens of items, but to enchant everything.

The King wanted enchanted chairs that could sway with the music, enchanted instruments that could play on their own to give the orchestra a break, and enchanted silverware that could dazzle the guests with dancing and singing. It was quite complicated to cast spell after spell (especially enchanted ones) and it was beginning to tire the man.

Cedric was finishing up one more spell when he heard footsteps behind him.

“Well done, Cedric!” The king boomed from behind the sorcerer, scaring him out of his wits.

“Thank you, your majesty. I am honored.” He said, turning and bowing his head.

“You’re very welcome, things are coming along nicely. Now, since you’ve been working all day, have you given any thought to what you have planned tonight?”

Cedric lifted his shoulder in a half shrug.

“No, I haven’t really thought of anything.”

“Well then,” Roland paused, gesturing to all the gold and black decorations, “why don’t the two of you celebrate the new year with us? I’m sure y/n would love it.”

“I-we would love to and I greatly appreciate the offer,” Cedric started, “but I think we are going to celebrate the new year just the two of us.”

Roland gave Cedric a disappointed look.

“Alright, if you insist. We will all miss you and y/n. If you change your mind, you guys are welcome.”

“Thank you, your highness.” He said, beginning to walk out of the ballroom through majestic, golden doors.

Cedric trudged through the halls of the castle. He came across the coffee shop on the corner of the ballroom and royal dining hall and scurried into line to get a cup.

Workers of all types stood back to front. One man wearing a blue vest, top hat, and holding a scepter in his hands was in front of cedric.

“Hello, sir. The name’s Jonathan” The man greeted the sorcerer. His eyes seemed warm and inviting enough to talk to.

“Oh, hello.” Cedric answered, barely shaking his head to try, and come to consciousness.

“What do you do around here, fine man?”

“I’m the royal sorcerer for Enchantcia. You may know me by Cedric the Sensational?”

The man looked perplexed for a minute, then, as if realization came down from the gods, Jonathan’s face turned up and Cedric could see the lightbulb come on.

“Oh yes! You are the one who tried taking over the kingdom a few years back!”

Cedric cringed.

“Yes, I am.” He said, trying hard not to recall those memories but nevertheless, remembered them vividly.

“My, I was sure good old Kind Roland would have you executed for that!”

“Oh yes, didn’t we all?” Cedric rolled his eyes.

“And the way the towns folk talked about you, it musta been hard to show you face around them parts for a while, eh?”

“Eh.” Cedric sarcastically parroted back.

“Why, never in my wildest dreams would old Winnie and Goodwin’s kiddy ever try a stunt like that.”

“Yes, quite,” Cedric paused, narrowing his eyes at the man, “foolish of me.”

“You know, your father saved old’ king Roland’s daddy from a few monsters like yourself!”

“yes, yes, I know. Oh look, you’re at the counter, time to order now.” Cedric rushed.

“Oh, look at that. Hi, ma’am, I’ll have a…”

Once the man had finished ordering, cedric got up to the counter and ordered a cold caramel frappe. After, he went to sit down and wait. The bustling of people became a background noise and Cedric finally got some peace. While he sat and tried to unwind-

“There you are good buddy!” The same talkative man said, jostling over to Cedric.

“Here I am.”

After a long talk about Cedric’s wrongs, the man began to inquire about Cedric’s personal life.

“So, I doubt after your long, ungrateful journey back to civilized living hadn’t brought you company of any kind?”

Cedric believed the man meant a significant other but wasn’t really sure.

“Pardon?”

“A woman! Have you gotten yourself a woman?!”

Cedric gave the man a blank stare and leaned away from his sudden enthusiasm. Why in god’s name does this man want to know so much about him? He thought about telling him or not. If I do, he’s going to go on how I don’t deserve someone, or not believe me entirely. And why does he just presume I have a woman? Has the man never heard of two men living happily together? Why does this man care so much about my life?

“I do have a significant other.” Cedric finally let out.

“Well for heavens sakes, how the hell did you get one?”

“Well, we met over a year ago and- “

“No one in her right mind would want you. You’re so unstable compared to others your age. Eh, she’s probably just waiting’ on someone better anyways.”

Cedric was now completely offended and didn’t really know how to answer. Without saying another word, he rose to get his coffee from the counter and left.

On his walk home, Cedric began thinking.

I have been with Y/N for almost a year. I don’t deserve her. Does she even want to be with me? Maybe I’ve just fooled myself into thinking she really loves me when all this time she’s only stayed around cause there’s no one else. Maybe he’s right, maybe it was just weird I found her. She probably is just waiting for someone better to come along and leave…I’ve done so much wrong, maybe she doesn’t even want me?

After his long debate, Cedric headed upstairs to his tower. The stone walls felt cold against cedric’s fingers as he guided himself up three floors of spiraled stairs. He looked out one of the windows to see the sun turning orange as it set over glistening red trees. It was beautiful in Enchantcia tonight. After looking for only a minute, he started back up the stairs.

Once he had made it to the door, he took a big breath and he walked in to find his girlfriend sitting crisscrossed on a table. You were wearing Black lacy shorts with flowers embroidered along with a spaghetti strapped top that matched. Trying to pick up your phone off the floor, you were dangling from the edge. You grabbed your phone and looked up to see your boyfriend.

“Ceddy! You’re finally home.” You smiled, jumping off the table onto your sorcerer. Your hair was in a messy bun and fluffed up into his face when you grabbed onto him for a hug.

“Hello, Angel.”

“I’ve been missing you all day.” You said, snuggling in tighter.

“I have too. Oh, this is for you.” He said, giving you a hot mocha.

Your smile widened. “Thank you!” After grabbing the hot beverage from him, you look a sip, and placed it on the table.

“You look tired.”

“I am tired.” Cedric laughed, hugging you. He was happy to be home to you until he started remembering the conversation he had with Jonathan.

Noticing him grow somber, you asked him if he was okay.

Cedric hesitated, “Yes, just tired I think.”

“Okay, why don’t you take a nap?” You asked, still having a questioning look on your face.

“I may.”

You kissed him gently on the cheek and made sure he got to the bedroom. Closing the door behind you, you decided to grab a book and read until he woke.

…

After a few hours, you decided to check on Cedric. You wanted to make sure he was okay after what happened earlier.

Walking into the bedroom, you found your boyfriend already awake on his phone.

“Hello.” You greeted, walking along the side of the bed.

Cedric nodded at you.

Carefully, you made you way to the upper part of the bed and sat down. Noticing his standoffish actions, you scooted closer to him.

“Babe, what’s wrong? Please, tell me.” You quietly pleaded.

He looked over at you with glassy eyes. His face was full of pain, but you just couldn’t put a finger on what upset him.

“Did I say or do something?”

“No.” He answered, shifting away from you slightly.

“Cedric, tell me what’s wrong.” You grabbed his hand and put it on your lap.

He ran his other hand through his hair, and you noticed his shoulders tense.

“Y/n,” he paused, his voice almost choking, “why-why do you stay here?”

You became confused.

“What?”

“Why do you stay here…with me?”

“I don’t u- “

“You have been with me for almost a year, and for merlin’s sake I have no idea why you stay.”

“I love you.” You said, without thinking twice.

Cedric’s eyes met yours.

“I love you, but I just don’t see how you could love me.”

You could feel the sting of tears in your eyes.

“Cedric, how could you not see- “

“Do you know what I am?”

You stared at him, “Do I know what you are?”

“Yes. Do you know what I am?”

You ran your hand up his arm gently, “You’re mine.”

“No. I mean, do you understand what I’ve done? I’ve tried overthrowing the kingdom, I plotted against the royal family for years. Everything had a terrible motive, everything I did was selfish, I dreamed of making others bow before me. I am not a good person.”

“Cedric! Of course, I know that. I’ve always known all of that. I love you for you. You are a good person now, and I don’t care about your past, I love you for everything you are and once was.”

Cedric looked down then he cocked his head.

“Once was?”

You took a breath.

“Cedric, I’ve never admitted it, but I really don’t care you tried overthrowing the kingdom. It’s not healthy, I know, but sometimes I think my love for you is stronger than my morals.” You laughed nervously. “You are my person, my lobster, as some show would say, and no matter what, I love you. I’m not saying what you did was right, but because I love you, I overlook it easily.”

He grabbed ahold of your hand and you wrapped your arm around him. He hugged you back tightly and you knew he felt better. You kissed the side of his cheek and laid you head on his chest.

“What even made you think of that, love?”

“Nothing, I guess I just will never quite get used to you being mine.”

The two of you sat in silence for a minute, then cedric turned towards you.

“The royal family is having a party tonight to bring in the new year. I was wondering if you would want to go. The King invited us.”

You beamed a smile.

“I’d love to!”

About an hour later, the two of you were walking down the hall towards the ballroom.

Once you arrived, you were greeted by a loud orchestra and babbling voices. The room was full of women in suits and dresses and men in the same attire. It was an extravagant gathering with gold and black streamers lining the walls and draping over the ceiling. At the front of the room sat the orchestra with its self-playing instruments and band members walking about. Some guests sat on floating chairs and plates that followed behind others walking. Workers hurried around, grabbing dirty, golden silverware.

Cedric and you started over to the royal table when Sofia came running over.

“Mr. Cedric! Miss. Y/n! I’m so happy you guys could come.” She shouted over the music, running up and giving Cedric a hug followed by yours.

“I’m glad we could. Please tell your father that we are very grateful.” You said to the young girl wearing the pink amulet.

“I will. Are you guys going to sit down? There’s two chairs next to me.”

“Yes, we are. We’ll be over in a minute. Thanks again.”

“No problem.” Sofia replied, running off to greet the other guests.

You had almost made it over to the table when a loud voice practically yelled at Cedric.

“Cedric! There you are old buddy!”

Cedric’s shoulders stiffened again.

“Hello, Jonathan.”

“Who you got with you?”

“This is y/n, she’s my girlfriend.”

The man looked you over and made you rather uncomfortable.

“Oh my god! She’s beautiful! What the hell did you have to bribe her to come with?”

Your eyes flung wide open and you gasp.

“What?” You asked in a flat tone.

“No offense to you ma’am, You’re beautiful! I’m just wondering’ how he got someone like you,” he glanced at Cedric, “with his past and all.”

You shot Jonathan an angry look.

“For your information, I love this man with all my heart and want to be with him for who he is. If you can’t accept that then you can just kindly leave us alone!” You snapped.

The man looked shocked.

“Well, I guess if you’re happy- “

“I am happy. Thank you.”

“It was nice seeing you again old buddy.”

“A pleasure really.” Cedric smiled, wrapping his arm around you.

The two of you began walking away. You couldn’t believe how rude he had been. Before you had gotten too far, you were boiling over with anger and wanted that man to know you adored Cedric. Suddenly, you whipped around to make sure he was still watching. You grabbed Cedric by the collar and kissed him firmly on the lips.

Jonathan looked horrified at you. You gave a sarcastic smile at him and turned back around.

“Jackass.” You spat out under your breath.

“You have no idea.” Cedric agreed, placing his arm back around you tightly.

“I truly do love you, y/n.”

“I love you too, Cedric.”

Cedric and you made it to the table and joined the royal family. Later, the two of you along other couples shared a passionate kiss at 12am to welcome the new year.

#Cedric the sorcerer x reader #cedric the sensational x reader #cedric the sorcerer #cedric imagine #cedric x reader #Cedric is perfect and no one can change my mind #Fluffy #angst #angst with a happy ending #cute #happy new year #not my anything #terrible writing #probably needs editing #love all my followers #thanks for the support #this fic made me believe i am a bad writer lol #new fanfic writer #fanfic

108 notes · View notes

mentalpolaroids · 3 years

Text

GH | 19. Please Hurry

GH 18 GH 20

"Kelly please come to LA immedietly, I swear I'm gonna throw Rudy out the window.", Drew said on the other side of the phone making me hold my stomach from laughing so hard.I was finishing packing to go back to LA to quaratine with the cast so we could all watch the show together, that was being released in three days. The cast and I had a very strong friendship but I was still surprised when they invited me to spend the lockdown with them at Chase's apartment. I had no idea how we were all going to fit there, specially when it came to sleeping, but I was way too excited to spend time with them to worry about that. I was facetiming Drew, that was already at Chase's, and I've been laughing nonstop for the last ten minutes because the boys were all making fun of Rudy. Apparently, he missed me and wouldn't shut up about it, making Drew, Chase and JD go crazy. "They're exhagerating!", I heard Rudy's voice in the background. Drew looked at him, I assumed, and rolled his eyes. "We're not, I swear, he's unbearable." "Kelly!", Chase called, putting his head right in front of Drew's, giving me a not so nice close up of his forehead. "Hi Chase!", I laughed. "Please come home." "I'm on my way, just hold it for a few more hours." "Did you just call me an 'it'?", Rudy's voice sounded again, this time closer to the phone that was snatched from Drew's hand and the blonde boy's face appeared on the screen. "Hi!", he smiled, making me laugh at the contrast of his behavior. "Hi shawty, how you doing?" "I miss you, I can't take these guys anymore." "It's mutual Rudy boy!", Drew yelled. "They're being mean to me.", he pouted. "Simp.", JD whispered but I still heard it. Rudy blushed and shoved JD's shoulder. "I'm right here JD." "Hi Kelly!", he shouted, "Your man is getting on my nerves." "Well,", I tried to ignore the fact he just called Rudy my man, "just please don't throw him out the window." "Well, hurry then." I shook my head with an amused smile on my face. I assumed Rudy went to another room because I couldn't hear the other boys' voices anymore. "Sorry about that. Minor inconveniences." "It's fine, I think it's cute that you're having a hard time living without me." He laughed and ran a hand through his face, embarassed. "I'm just excited to have you quarantining with us, ok? It'll be fun." "It will, I'm very excited too.", I smiled softly and for a few seconds we just stood in silent, staring at each others faces through the screen. "I'm gonna hug the hell out of you." "Same here." "Rudy can I have my phone back, please?" "Oh, that's Drew. Gotta go, maybe I'll call you later?" "Sure! I'll let you know when I'm free. I still having some packing to do and I have to meet up with Jonas before leaving for LA." "Ok, I'll be waiting!" "Ok, buh-bye, love you!" "Bye! Love you too!" "Love you too Kelly!", Drew's voice was clearer now that Rudy opened the door. "Bye Drew!", I laughed.

____________________________________

kellyinwinterland Charleston, South Carolina

Liked by rudeth, madelyncline and 10,988 others kellyinwinterland Having a hard time accepting the end of shooting OBX but at least I have pics like this to remember how great the last few months were 🌊📸 @rudeth

rudeth Loved playing lifeguard after this pic was taken -kellyinwinterland @rudeth You lost a great opportunity to be quiet -rudeth @kellyinwinterland Truths are meant to be told baby girl user SO HOT user1 BABY GIRL?? BABY GIRL??? WHAT DO U MEAN BABY GIRL? @rudeth madelyncline THAT RIGHT THERE IS MY SEXY BESTY -kellyinwinterland @madelyncline 🥺🥺❤❤ hichasestokes The water was amazing this day -kellyinwinterland @hichasestokes Tru dat user2 I said this before but ill say it again RUDY IS SO LUCKY obx Oh the memories ❤ user3 pls tell me rudy and kelly are dating im tired of sufferign -drewstarkey @user3 For real -user3 @drewstarkey DREW 😭 GIVE US THE TEA

#rudypankow #rudy pankow #outerbanks #outer banks #obx #netflix #rudypankowfanfiction #rudy pankow fanfiction #fanfiction #socialmedia #social media #social media imagine

16 notes · View notes

eponinemylove · 4 years

Text

aftg tattoo/flower shop au

@essence-29

so it’s wymack’s parlor and he still technically runs it and everything but he’s tired most of the time and he lets kevin pretty much take over

kevin has almost no tattoos himself except one he got that he deeply regrets (in my mind it’s bc riko was his piece of shit ex boyf and pretty much made him get it, but however u want to imagine the backstory of this tattoo is up to you)

anyway he runs the shop with his dad. matt, renee, and seth all work there

andrew runs the flower shop around the corner (managed by betsy). he could not give less of a damn about the parlor tbh. he barely noticed it existed

he’s more of a piercings guy anyway but it’s not like he’s against tattoos

at least, he didn’t care about the parlor until him and renee became friends

i imagine they met at the flower shop when she came in and ordered some for allison. maybe they started seeing each other around more and more, and you know how andrew makes friends. he probably followed her to work one day and they went from there.

either way they’re besties and they work on the same block. so andrew goes in and out of the tattoo parlor fairly often to pick up renee or have lunch.

him and kevin obviously run into each other at some point, probably more often than not

at first they ignored each other’s presence but then andrew started to notice kevin

tattoo artist without (many) tattoos? interesting. he won’t talk about the tattoo he does have? very interesting. he flinched when someone dropped a glass of something and it shattered? now you have his attention

and of course kevin can’t help but notice the hot, 5-foot-nothing guy who comes in at least once a week to harass his patrons and distract his employees

both of which are definitely crimes andrew commits regularly around the parlor

andrew invites kevin out for drinks one night after they’ve been noticing each other for a while. it’s not flirtatious or romantic, but it does feel... weighted. kevin goes. renee and the others are there too, vaguely, but he still manages to end up spending most of the night alone with andrew

they talk. a lot. it’s really slow going because neither one of them particularly feels like talking, but they do. or they come to a mutual understanding at least

they have a weird relationship after that that none of kevin’s friends or andrews relatives can even pretend to understand, but you know what? whatever. they’re KevinAndAndrew

i don’t want to say they’re attached at the hip, but they totally are. anywhere kevin is, andrew follows, especially if kevin is drinking. and they’re not even nice to each other. that’s the confusing part for the others. just looking at them, you wouldn’t even think they were friends, much less maybe-kind of-dating?

so this goes on for a couple of months, and just when everyone thinks they’re getting used to it, neil comes in

literally no one was ready for him. he shows up at the tattoo parlor one day and just applies for a job. no resume, no interview. straight up walks up to the front desk and asks for a job

kevin wants to throw him on his ass but matt says the least they could do was interview the guy

(neil probably looks all kinds of a mess. not like insane or dirty, but just generally disheveled and exhausted and... neil. he looks like neil)

kevin still thinks this is a waste of time, but he lets neil show him what he’s got

no one was expecting neil, but they definitely weren’t expecting him to be so goddamn good

it’s hard to tell if he’s a natural or has actually had years of hardwork and practice, but he’s an amazing artist and he knows his way around a needle

so they hire him.

matt becomes quick friends with neil. seth and neil don’t get along, per se, but they’re almost the exact same brand of asshole so there is a sort of solidarity between them

renee obviously is nothing if not entirely pleasant to neil, but he still has issues trusting her

and kevin? well kevin kind of hates his newest hire

he complains to andrew about him nonstop. about how he’s stupidly talented and a complete bastard and gets along with people but in a chaotic sort of way that makes kevin anxious and annoyed and

kevin has a lot to say and andrew is more than inclined to listen

it’s a surprise to no one when andrew is in the parlor the next day, scoping out neil for himself

oh, and i should mention that neil has literally NO tattoos. not even one. (his mother would never allow something so easily recognizable)

neil barely notices andrew until he confronts him after his shift. i don’t know what he would say, but it would go pretty much like how their meeting went in the books, just probably without the racquet

a fight immediately breaks out that matt and kevin have to break up. renee knows better

yeah neil and andrew don’t get along

andrew is very interested though. so he does what andrew always does. he gets nosy. and personal. and mean

it takes him a surprisingly long time to find any information on neil. he thinks it might be a fake name and kevin assures him that it’s definitely likely, which helps exactly none.

eventually the only thing he manages to gather is that neil has one hell of a temper and could start a fight in an empty room. he also won’t take any shit from anyone, whether it’s from andrew or some random Karen screaming at one of his coworkers for giving her daughter a tattoo she didn’t approve of. he can and will tear someone to shreds, and as much as kevin hates it (“Neil that’s bad for business, you can’t verbally abuse the clients”), andrew is very amused

kevin secretly also really likes neil. it’s hard not to—he says everything kevin wouldn’t dream of and sees through all of kevin’s bullshit. also he’s ridiculously hot and incredibly good at his job, and there’s nothing kevin appreciates more than talent and competence

after, idk, a month? of getting nowhere to unraveling neil’s past, andrew invites him for drinks.

kevin is there of course and pre-approved the decision. matt comes along bc he doesn’t trust andrew in the slightest and he loves neil. renee is there to make sure no one actually gets murdered. seth just shows up bc he thinks something funny might happen, like another fight

not strictly relevant, but allison, dan, and nicky working at the bar/club they frequent??? a Concept.

andrew and kevin are both pretty surprised to find out that neil doesn’t drink. they try and “convince” him otherwise, but neil refuses and short of drugging him, there’s not really anything they can do

nothing really happens the first couple of hours. nicky flirts with neil a couple of times, neil doesn’t notice, the usual. things take a turn when neil spots kevin’s tattoo. other than that, the night was a bust

since this is an au, idgaf what’s in their past. reader interpretation, use ur imagination, go crazy. however, whatever kevin was involved with, neil was somehow tangled up in too. that part stays the same

he doesn’t mention it

and then, of course, he mentions it

it’s not on purpose or in anyway eloquent. they probably get into some sort of fight while closing up and it just slips out

there’s a moment of “oh shit”, the complete understanding that passes through the two of them

they don’t mention it

except they do, because andrew finds out

he and neil have a another “talk” bc yeah andrew might run the flower shop, but if neil brings trouble from kevin’s past back to him now, when he’s doing so much better, andrew can and will actually commit homicide

and that’s the start of their relationship!

well, no, not really. neil still takes a while to warm up to them, and a while longer to start feeling any sort of romantic attraction to them. and of course that’s after he realizes they’re even a couple, because trust me, with those two is always questionable whether or not they’re even friends. or acquaintances. or on speaking terms

also they have to eventually talk about everything. set boundaries, clear the air. neil gives them piece by piece looks into his past. it’s slow work, but it’s a little bit of trust given by someone who has never trusted anyone before.

yeah so anyways everyone thought KevinAndAndrew was confusing? well they don’t know what the fuck is going on with KevinAndAndrewAndNeil

what they do know is that kevin and neil do some of the best tattoos in the country. what they do know is that andrew and neil take smoke breaks together in the back alley, halfway between their two shops. what they do know is that andrew and kevin have adopted neil into their relationship and the three of them are so close-knit, it almost becomes impossible to find one away from the others at any given moment

what they do know is that at least twice a week, the short, blond, very scary flower-shop guy walks into a tattoo parlor and a 6-foot tall intimidating tattoo artist and 5’3 ginger with a sharp tongue and sharper attitude immediately stop what they’re doing and go meet him

that’s pretty much it. scary blonde who sells roses for a living falls for scary tattoo artist who doesn’t seem to believe in tattoos. both these idiots then fall for the (not at first glance) scary new guy who is obviously trouble, because this is a tatto/flower shop au, and everyone loves the broken badass with a heart of gold.

there’s something to be said here about the most intimidating and kick-ass power couple (throuple?) ever

also it’s funny bc based on appearances alone, everyone expects neil to run the flower shop, and kevin and andrew to do tattoos. boy are they in for a surprise though, because andrew knows every single flower you could ever think of sticking in a bouquet, and neil could operate a tattoo gun blindfolded

ALSO they all get matching tattoos at some point bc they’re idiots and in love and it probably has a whole crap ton of heartfelt meaning that i don’t want to explain bc i feel like i’ve rambled forever at this point and still said nothing significant

oh and neil 100% gives kevin a coverup, replacing his old tattoo with something else.

there’s all kinds of plants decorating the parlor courtesy of andrews shop, and neil and kevin design andrew’s logo

and betsy makes everyone flower crowns at some point. andrew refuses to acknowledge it i’m any way, but dutifully wears it regardless. neil wears it to work the entire day, and after hangs it in his office-thing. whatever tattoo parlors have. kevin straight up refuses to wear it but neil wears him down and he puts it on for like 20 minutes. there’s even pictures to prove it

340 notes · View notes

chocoflanysuna · 3 years

Text

Chapter 1 Part uno

One minute you were smiling as you watched your dad's S13 zoom pass by you.The sound of the engine intensifying as he shifts up a gear and increases his speed.The way you watch the wheels so gracefully graze the asphalt as he drifted his car to the left. This feeling, the adrenaline you get as you watched your father do what he loved most. He loved cars! He was a mechanic who owned a shop in the heart of Tokyo. Everyone knew him as the best car tuner in town, his name, Ukai Keishin the owner of “Ukai Motors”. You grew up surrounded by the hissing sound of the exhaust, the sound of engines being revved, and the sound tires made as they carved their tracks on the payment. This was the world you grew up in, the only thing that made you feel alive, this was home.

“Shit his breaks”, was the last thing you heard before the weight of the world came crashing down on you, everything changed in a fraction of a second. Your eyes were fixated on the silver Nissan s13 that was spinning out of control. Your heart beating out of your chest as a chill creeped up your spine. You wanted to run to the car that was no longer moving, but it was as if gravity increased tenfold and the weight of your body became more than you could handle. Your feet were planted, your legs felt weak, no longer strong enough to hold your own weight. Falling to your knees you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. The image of the car flipping over playing nonstop in your head. What went wrong? Why? Why did the brakes decide to give out now?

“Call an ambulance!”, you barely managed to hear. Your ears were tingling, your body breaking out in a cold sweat. You watched as your aunt took a hold of your father’s helpless body and held him. You fought the weight of your own body and ran, you ran and didn’t stop till you came face to face with reality.

There he was unconscious, blood dripping from a wound inflicted on his forehead.“Dad, I'm here dad! Don’t you dare leave me.” You reached for his bloody hand holding it tightly, checking his wrist for a pulse but felt nothing. His hand grew colder to the touch. He was gone. You broke down, your eyes growing into a storm as you began to cry.

You jolted awake, feeling a tightness around your chest as you let out a sob.

“Not again”, another nightmare, it has been three years since your father died but the nightmare hasn't stopped. The image of his lifeless body haunting you all these years. Reaching over to your nightstand you get ahold of your phone. “7:02am”, letting out a frustrated sigh you flung your legs to the side getting out of bed. You had a class at 9am so there was no point in trying to go back to sleep. You headed to the restroom and turned on the shower, you turned the knob all the way to the side labeled “hot”.The feeling of the water burning into your bare skin beautifully painting red marks and the suffocating steam the hot water produced became a reminder to yourself that you were still alive. It has been rough for you since the accident three years ago. That day you lost two things, your father and your love for cars.

“If you have any further questions regarding your grades be sure to reach out to me via email before the end of the day, Sunday. Now, with that said I wish you all a great and safe summer. Class dismissed.”

Right on time with the dismissal bell your professor wrapped up the semester. Flinging your bag over your shoulder you made your way out of class and walked towards the train station.

Egghead <3:

“Ayo y/n is your class over?”

You:

“yeah?? heading to the station now, what’s up!”

Egghead <3:

“ahhh bet, c u soon suckah”

You:

“wait what!?!?!” -Read

“TANAKA” -Read

“ i swear to god if you don’t answer me i- “ -Read

“What the hell.” You let out a sigh shoving your phone into your pocket.

Arriving at the station right on time, you watched as the train pulled in and a crowd of people came storming out. Once the train emptied you walked in choosing your preferred seat in the corner. Taking out your headphones you shoved them into your ears pressing play on your, “on my way home playlist.” Joji flooded your ears as your mind began to play out different scenarios.

“See you soon?” What did Tanaka mean? He lived in Tokyo, five hours away from Kyoto, where you lived. There was no way he was here, alone? Was Saeko with him?

Tanaka Ryunosuke and Tanaka Saeko were your fathers younger siblings. Although they did not share the same last name due to the fact that they did not share the same father, that did not take away from the fact that they were siblings. Ever since Saeko was born your father and her were inseparable, always doing everything together, even after your dad got married they continued to work at the auto shop together. Ryu on the other hand, is only a year older than you. He is like a brother to you. Although, technically he is your uncle, you never refer to him in that matter.

After about 25 minutes the train came to a soft stop, gathering your things you rushed out. It was about a 10 minute walk from the station to your house, but you were practically running, hoping that Ryu and Saeko were waiting for you. You missed them so much.

“Hey hun, how was school?”

Stepping into the kitchen you tried to hide the look of disappointment on your face, like usual you came home to only your mom.

“It was okay, how was yours mom?”

“Pretty busy, work was a little chaotic. Why don’t you go get cleaned up so that we can have dinner. ”

You walked into the hallway and opened the door to your room. Walking in you turned on the lights and were greeted by the scariest thing to walk planet earth. There in the middle of your room you came face to face with a baldy- you let out a high-pitch scream. But, it was quickly canceled out by the sound of laughter.

“Surprise shawty!”

“I fucking hate you!” You swatted at Tanaka's chest. He scared the crap of you. You never expected to be greeted by Tanaka's egghead looking ass, standing in the middle of your room. Saeko was also there, she was seated at your desk.

“We wanted to surprise you kid, it’s been a while.” Saeko embraced you in a lung crushing hug.

“But! How? When? Why?”

“Ryu told me today was your last day of classes before summer break, so here we are.” Saeko smiled and when she did you couldn’t help but be reminded of your father. They had a lot of similar features, including the blonde hair.

“You should have seen the disappointed look on (Y/n) face when she walked into the kitchen.” The sound of your mothers voice echoing from behind you.

“Mom! Did you know about this?”

“Yeah, I've known for a week now.” She said, giving you a devilish smile. “Now come eat you guys, the foods going to get cold!”

You all walked out of your room and into the kitchen, taking a seat around the dining room table.You talked about everything and anything, about your classes, the fact that you did not have anything planned this summer, and that you missed Tokyo.

“Well, (Y/n) how would you feel about staying with us this summer?”

You stared blankly at Saeko, you had not been back to Tokyo since the accident three years ago. You missed it, you couldn’t lie. The night life, the view of the Tokyo Skyline on those cool summer nights, the sound of cars zooming through the streets, and just everything about it.

You faced your mom opening your mouth to speak, but before you could even ask a question she assured you, “It’s up to you sweet heart.”

“Look (Y/n), it would be sick if you came back with us, you could help around the shop. It’s the summer you know! Gotta live it up ma dude.”

Tanaka was right, you hadn’t really been “living it up”, you’ve just focused on school and helping your mom.

“Okay, I’ll go!”

“Great!” Saeko jumped almost tipping out of her chair, the biggest smile plastered on her face.

“We plan on heading back Sunday afternoon, that gives you a day and a half to pack anything you need.”

*Sunday Afternoon*

“Alright we’re all set.” Tanka closed the trunk and walked towards the passenger side of the car opening the door for you.

You gave your mom one last hug, then hopped in. Tanaka closed the door and circled the car towards the drivers side. Saeko was in the back seat, claiming she was too tired to drive. She had brought her 2019 Honda Accord, since it was more spacious than her other beloved car.

Five hours went by in a heartbeat, between singing at the top of your lungs with Ryu and Sae, taking a quick nap, and talking about cars. Tanaka filled you in on the fact that he joined a car gang, he said it wasn’t a “gang gang” but rather a group of boys racing their favorite toys. He mentioned he had a race coming up and would love it if you joined him.

“Ryu, you know I don’t feel comfortable watching people race, not after what happened. What if you get hurt?”

“Look (Y/n), I know what happened to your father was terrible and your wound hasn’t fully healed yet. Trust me. I know how bad it hurts because he was also my brother. The person I looked up to the most.”

“Hey! What about me”, Sae swatted Ryu's arm.

“I love ya Sae, but we both know Ukai was a beast when it came to cars! He taught us all we know. Although what happened was horrible I know he wouldn’t want us to stop doing what we love. When’s the last time you’ve driven a car?”

You couldn’t remember, It had definitely been a while. You stayed away from driving, much rather taking the train or walking.

“We both know “U” would want us to live our lives, he died doing what he loved most. I’m sure he would want you to do what you love even if it kills you.”

“Wow! Tanaka what a dramatic ending”, you giggled but you understood what he meant perfectly. You missed the car world, you wanted to go back, experience the ever so familiar feeling at the pit of your stomach as you took control of the wheel.

“I’ll think about it”, you smiled at Tanaka.

It was now Thursday, you were on your way to visit your father's shop. You had not been back since the night before you left for Kyoto. Did it still look the same? Would it still bring you that feeling of being at home? You recognized the street you were in, a few blocks away from the shop. You were excited yet nervous, not ready for the memories this place will trigger.

Saeko slowly reversed her beautifully wrapped 1997 matte pink Honda Civic Type R into the parking spot closest to the back door. If you could not tell she had a thing for Hondas. Making sure the car was on neutral she pulled the handbrake up and turned the car off. Hoping out you placed your hands in your pocket and followed after Saeko. Once you were inside everything looked exactly how you remembered it.

There were two car lifts, one on each side of the shop along with Snap-on tool boxes that aligned against the walls. The front of the shop had three separate garage style doors. The backside of the shop had a second floor platform. The platform was aligned with more toolboxes and several different auto parts. Below the platform were several rooms and the door you walked in through. The first room from the left closest to the back door was an office, followed by the employee break room, and the room farthest to the right was a mini garage. It had a garage style door but also a small glass one. Through the glass door you could see that there was a car in there wrapped in a black tarp.

It was as if your feet started moving on their own making their way towards the wrapped car, you reached a hand out to get a hold of the platinum color knob. You turned it and entered what seemed to be another dimension. The air was cooler yet inviting, you slowly peeled off the tarp exposing what layed under it. There it was, in all its glory, a black 1996 R32 Nissan Skyline.

“Close your eyes (Y/n) no peeking!”

You did as your father told you and covered your eyes with your hands. You felt him grab a hold of your arm and led you towards a different location.

“Okay you can open them now.”

Dropping your hands from your face you were left speechless.

“She’s a beauty ain’t she! I got a great offer on her, so I figured why not buy her and fix her up.”

“Wow” is all you managed to get out, you always admired R32 Skylines, you dreamed of owning one of your own. Now that dream was two feet away from you.

“Wanna take her on a spin?” Your dad asked, while wiggling the keys in front of your face.

Embracing him in a hug you thanked him and took the keys.

“She’s a beauty ain’t she.”

Saeko spoke from behind you dragging you out of your daydream.

“I had no idea you still had this. Mom told me you were going to sell it.”

“What! No! I would never! She actually asked me to watch over it, she knew you would come back to it.”

Your beloved Skyline, the last gift your father gave you before parting from this world.

“Wanna take her on a spin?” Saeko offered swinging the key between her index and middle finger.

Shaking your head, you declined her offer.

“Not today Sae, soon!”

You both exited the garage and headed towards the office continuing with your day. You helped Saeko with paperwork and sorting a few things out. It was just about time to close when you got a rather exciting message.

Kenma:) :

“Sorry about the late response, I got caught up with work. Breakfast tomorrow?”

You:

“YES! I would love that”

Kenma:) :

“same old breakfast joint?”

You:

“yes pleasee!”

Kenma:) :

“cool, see you there.”

Kozume Kenma was an old friend of yours, living a few houses down from you during your elementary through middle school years. Right before the start of your first year of high school Kenma and his family moved to a different prefecture. But, you never stopped keeping up with one another, hanging out every now and then. He was glad to hear you were back in Tokyo, inviting you to have breakfast at a small restaurant on the outskirts of town. They severed the best fluffy pancakes.

#hq #kenma #kuro #bokuto akaashi #suna x y/n #fanfic haikyustory #hq imagines

1 note · View note

today-we-will-survive · 5 years

Photo

moodboard made by me

Title: Perfect

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader ft. Dragonite

Genre: Pokemon!au, fluff, crack

Word Count: 1.9K

The sound of your phone receiving a text message cuts through the dark silence of the early morning. You groan, peeling one eye open to glare at your nightstand. Really? You reach over because your curiosity is too strong even in your three-quarters still asleep state. Luckily, “pre-sleep you” was smart enough to dim your screen before going to bed so the dulled brightness is only a little assaulting to your retinas when you push the home button. Immediately, a tired smile spreads your mouth wide, all animosity felt toward the sender diminishing when you see that it’s none other than the boy you’ve been texting nonstop for the past two weeks.

Joonie: hey, r u awake?

Y/N: I am now :)

Joonie: shoot Im sorry …

Y/N: no its okay. I would hav been mad if it was anyone else.

Joonie: well, I promise I hav a reason for texting u this early.

Y/N: yea, u do realize its still dark outside, right?

Joonie: thats actually why I texted u. R u busy?

Y/N: …what do u think?

Joonie: right. duh. sleeping. well…

Joonie: do u want to go for a ride with me?

Y/N: a ride? like a car ride?

Joonie: um…not exactly…how quickly could u get ready?

Y/N: depends on what “ready” means.

Joonie: hmm dress for cold weather.

Y/N: its the middle of summer, joon. Even at 4 in the morning its already prolly 60 degrees out. How cold r we talking here?

Joonie: really cold.

Y/N: Im confused.

Joonie: just trust me.

It feels so wrong to be shrugging on the winter coat you had to dig out of the back of your closet as you head out of your apartment. Luckily, no one else is out at this ungodly hour which saves you from having to endure the confused looks. Though if you did run into someone, they’d see that you’re just as confused. That is, until you make it outside where Namjoon said he’d be to meet you. You expected him to be waiting for you in his car. Even on foot wouldn’t be as surprising as the scene you step into once you’re out the front door of your apartment.

Your eyes settle on the giant, orange dragon standing in the middle of the road. The thing is massive. You’ve seen a few Dragonite in your lifetime but never one as big as this thing. It has to be at least twelve feet tall. And while initially it’s terrifying to see such a giant Pokémon just standing there right outside of your apartment—and staring at you, nonetheless—the fear melts away as you meet its eyes. There’s something gentle about the way it looks at you curiously. Its rounded nose and crinkling eyes almost make it look like the thing is smiling.

“Hey, Y/N!”

You only just now realize that the Dragonite isn’t here by itself and you tear your gaze away from its own to look further back at the boy sitting just above its wings.

“Namjoon?” His own eyes lift along with his mouth into a bright smile and even though it’s dark out—the only light being that from the streetlamp across the street and down a bit—you can still see those deep dimples that had you captivated in the first place. “What are you doing here?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to go for a ride,” he says and reaches up to pat his Dragonite on the head. The Pokémon lets out a contented noise, the sound echoing down the block and you take an intimidated step backward.

“Uh, is it safe?” you ask. That was a dumb question. Obviously it is or Namjoon wouldn’t be offering, right?

“Completely,” he replies then swings his leg out from over its wing and slides down off its back. He holds out a hand to you and smiles wider, those dimples growing impossibly deeper. “I have a surprise for you.”

You look down at his offered hand. You haven’t known Namjoon for very long. You met him only about a month ago when he first started volunteering at the Pokémon Center you work at.

You remember his first day there, how you couldn’t seem to keep your eyes from wandering over to him whenever the two of you were in the same room. How you couldn’t help but go a bit soft when you saw the way he handled each Pokémon with such care and tenderness, how he’d speak so gently to them, how they would visibly relax at his soothing words.

He was nice to you from the get-go. The two of you would exchange playful banter and joke around quite a bit. It was obvious you liked each other and you wanted to address it, but at the same time you were so worried that he was just one of those guys that’s nice to everyone and to say anything would just make things awkward. It was a relief when he finally broke down and asked for your number. You gave it to him maybe a little too eagerly but luckily for you, he thought your excitement was cute—and you blushed when he said as much.

But here he is now, that gentle smile on his handsome face, his eyes sparkling, his hand held out to you and you can’t help but feel intrigue and excitement bubbling up inside you. Even if it weren’t for your overpowering curiosity, what kind of person would pass up the opportunity to ride on the back of a Dragonite? And a giant one nonetheless. These are your last thoughts as you shyly reach up to place your hand in his and smile back at him. His hand is so warm wrapped around yours and so solid as he tugs you toward the giant Pokémon behind him.

You watch as Namjoon climbs back up onto it then he reaches down and you wrap your fingers around his wrist. He grips your own wrist and pulls hard. You can’t help the squeal that escapes as he pulls you up so easily with just his one arm. You scramble up, being careful where you place your feet so you don’t accidentally step on the joint where the wings connect to the dragon Pokémon’s back as you settle down behind Namjoon. He still has ahold of your one hand and now you reach around with the other to join it with the first.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Dragonite as big as this one,” you say. He feels so warm and solid in your arms even through both of your coats.

“I rescued it when it was still just a Dratini from that lab on Cinnabar Island.”

“I’ve heard of that place,” you say. “They do some pretty awful stuff there to Pokémon, don’t they?”

“Yeah,” Namjoon utters and you can hear the anger in his voice. “I’m not sure what they did to it but it was already bigger than any Dratini I’d ever seen before. And I knew that wasn’t normal and that I needed to get it out of there. Luckily, there doesn’t seem to be any other negative effects from whatever they did to it.” Namjoon pats the Pokémon on the head again, eliciting another happy, echoing moan from it.

“You’re amazing,” you utter and immediately feel your cheeks turn red. Did you really just say that out loud?

Namjoon turns his head so he can see you out of the corner of his eye and his cheek lifts in another dimpled grin. “Nah,” he says. “I just try to be a good person, you know?”

You nod and the two of you sit in silence atop the Pokémon for several more moments.

“So, uh,” you finally say. “Is this what you wanted to show me?”

Namjoon perks up. “Oh right,” he says and gives his Dragonite two firm pats on its neck. The Dragonite shifts, dipping its head low and unfolding its wings from either side of you. Then with a hard push against the ground, it kicks up into the air and you squeal, clutching onto the boy in front of you for dear life.

He lets out a chuckle. “It’s okay, Y/N,” he assures you. “Just keep ahold of me and you won’t fall.”

“Will do,” you reply though you don’t think he can hear you over the wind whistling past your ears.

It’s a good thing you’re holding onto him so tightly because as soon as the Dragonite reaches an incredibly terrifying height—the city lights below you now looking more like stars than the actual ones above you—you remember reading that Dragonite can actually fly faster than the speed of sound. And just as you tighten your grip even more on Namjoon’s waist, the dragon Pokémon shoots forward, cutting through the night sky like a bullet. You grit your teeth and press your cheek against Namjoon’s back to keep the wind from stealing your breath away.

Much to your relief, it’s not long before you feel the Dragonite begin to slow down again and when it’s at last going at a more comfortable pace, you lift your head and peer around. It’s still kind of dark out but now the sky is more of a medium blue and the stars have disappeared. Nothing but ocean stretches for miles below you.

“Where are we?” you ask looking around confusedly.

“Somewhere over the Pacific Ocean,” Namjoon replies nonchalantly.

You nod slowly. “And why, exactly are we somewhere over the Pacific Ocean?”

The boy places his hands over your own. They’re much warmer than yours and suddenly you’re glad he told you to dress warmly because it is freaking freezing up there over the ocean. “Because I wanted to show you that,” he says then nods at the horizon in front of him.

You focus farther ahead, past Namjoon’s shoulders and over Dragonite’s head until your eyes land on the line where the ocean ends and the sky begins. At first, you can’t see much of a separation between the two similar shades of blue, but then a sliver of bright orange appears, awakening the sky, shooting streaks of lavender upward. Your breath catches as you watch in silent awe.

The sun rises faster than you thought it would, every inch it gains throwing different colors like buckets of paint across the sky. From dazzling pink to sherbet orange to marigold, and the ocean reflects them all back, the rising sun at the epicenter of this incredible masterpiece being created before you.

You feel tears spring to your eyes and you immediately feel like an absolute dork for being moved to tears by something like a sunrise but the sight along with the feeling of Namjoon’s thumbs rubbing circles across the back of your hand just sends your emotions into overdrive.

This is perfect.

This is perfect and you never want it to end. In a moment of impulsivity, you lean forward and rest your chin on Namjoon’s shoulder. The simple gesture feels so intimate in this silence and maybe he sees it as that too because you hear his breath hitch and his thumb freezes on your skin for a split second before continuing the motion. His own cheek rests against the side of your head and you sigh.

Too perfect.

135 notes · View notes

swlbarnes · 5 years

Text

Self Care Isn’t Selfish - Sam Winchester x Reader

Summary: Sam refuses to take care of himself, so you finally decide to intervene.

Pairing: (established) Sam Winchester x Reader

Word count: ~2.2k

Warnings: classic winchester refusal of self care and rest, fluff fluff and more fluff

A/N: basically I like to mess around on ambient mixer and I ended up making an atmosphere for getting some rest with sammy. this is the quick lil result of me listening to that while writing! For best results with this oneshot, pls CLICK HERE to listen to the atmosphere while you read! Headphones recommended :) ALSO i should say! thank you so much for 100 followers!! thank u thank u thank u!

All it took was one more yawn from Sam for you to make up your mind. Just one.

For days now you had watched the younger Winchester continue to push himself past his limits. The hunts had been nonstop for weeks now as Sam repeatedly threw himself into his work with no mind for his own well being. Only within the past two weeks had you noticed the biggest changes, specifically in his sleeping and dietary habits. Your shared bed with the man had become too large as of late, too cold in his absence night after night. Each time you would wake up and find the other side of the bed empty, you would pad out the door and down to the library, where you would always find Sam with his face buried in another old lore book. Your pleas for him to come back to bed with you were always brushed off as if they were nothing, him constantly insisting that he was okay and he was getting enough rest.

“I’m fine,” he would insist, the slur of his words a clear indication of his drowsy state. “I’m a hunter, I’ve worked on less sleep than this before.”

He was lying. You knew it, Dean knew it, Castiel knew it, and surely Sam himself knew it. What was causing him to act this way you couldn’t say for sure, but whatever it was, you wanted to stop it in its tracks. His newfound habits were taking quite the toll on him both physically and mentally. Yourself and the Winchester brothers weren’t exactly known for having the most well rested faces in the world, but the dark circles taking residence under Sam’s eyes were worrying even to you. His body slumped far more than it usually did, and his boot clad feet could be heard dragging against the library floor all the way from the kitchen. His usually well kept hair lost its style days ago, instead now poking out every which way from atop his drooping head.

Sam’s finger trailed over the faded Latin text lazily. His eyes were hazy and unfocused, squinting and squeezing shut every few seconds as if to clear the film of exhaustion away. One hand rested against his forehead, arm crooked at the elbow and leaning on the table to hold his head up. You watched in frustration as his eyes drifted closed every few minutes before snapping back open with a start. You turned your attention to the older of the brothers to find that he, too, had a scowl forming on his lips at the sight. This was how you knew that it was surely getting bad; if Dean Winchester, the master of self care avoidance, was judging your self care habits, then you had a problem. Sam was to that point.

Your boyfriend’s mouth opened wide in yet another yawn, and that was the final straw that had you standing up abruptly. The distinct screech of chair legs across the bunker floor caused Sam’s head to snap upwards to look at you in confusion. You made your way over to the plaid flannel clad man in a few quick strides, stopping next to him to grab the book from his hands.

“Hey!” He cried out, his hands reaching for the tome but the rest of his body making no move to pursue it further. “I need that, I was researching!”

You gave him a simple shake of your head as you snatched his notes from the table top as well, stuffing them into the book to mark his page before closing it and placing it on the table behind you, just out of his reach. You crossed your arms across your chest and leaned against the dark wooden surface. “No way I’m giving you that book back, Sam.”

“Well, why not? We have work to do. I can’t exactly work without that book,” he argued, arms crossing over his chest as well to mirror your stance. Your eyes rolled up at the ceiling in frustration.

“Yeah, about that. No, you’re not gonna work on this. We,” you paused to motion your hand between yourself and Dean, “are going to finish this up. Cas too. You, however, are going to get some rest. I’m sick and tired of watching you push yourself like this when you’re clearly suffering. We can handle this, I promise. Just focus on taking care of yourself.”

Your insistent tone did little to coerce the stubborn man into taking a well deserved break. His eyes flickered back and forth between you and his brother. Dean returned his gaze with a look that absolutely screamed for Sam to agree to the arrangement and get some sleep, but this, too, didn’t get through to him.

Sam shook his head. “I can’t. I can’t leave you three to work on this all alone. You guys are tired too. I’ve been doing this my whole life, I can handle it,” he insisted. He reached behind you to grab his book back, only for you to press your hand down over the cover and slide the volume across the table to Dean, who anticipated this action and caught it without glancing away from his notes. You turned back to Sam with a triumphant smile. The expression he met you with was far from impressed.

“Seriously?” He deadpanned. You quirked a brow.

“Seriously.”

Silence settled over the library for a moment as the pair of you continued to stare each other down. No one dared to break the moment until the familiar flutter of wings interrupted your stare off. “Dean, I was wondering if you- oh,” Castiel’s deep timbre paused momentarily as his eyes settled on you and Sam, or, more particularly, Sam’s hunched over form. The seraph furrowed his brows at the sight. “Why is Sam still here?” His question was abrupt and to the point, as things usually were when coming from the angel’s mouth, but it was valid nonetheless.

Sam threw his hands in the air in exasperation. “Seriously?” He clamored, brows knit together by an invisible thread of frustration. “Why does everyone keep insisting I shouldn’t be working? I am perfectly fine!” His exclamation was punctuated quite indicatively by the all encompassing yawn his mouth formed directly after he finished speaking. Tears pricked in the corners of his eyes from the reflex, and once he cleared his vision, he was met with three sets of unimpressed eyes. A scowl formed on his face, and he found himself shaking his head dismissively once again. “Whatever. That was nothing. You just got it in my head, that’s all!”

You scoffed and brought a hand down on his shoulder to gain his attention. “Babe, come on. You’re running on fumes, and you have been for a while now. We can all see that you need a break, and there’s never been a better time than now. This research isn’t time sensitive, and either way, it’s really not that much. I know that if the roles were reversed, and I was in your situation, that you wouldn’t let up until I finally gave in and took care of myself. Let me do that for you, okay?” Your hand trailed down his arm so you could give his bicep a reassuring squeeze.

The hunter cast his eyes downwards momentarily, clearly lost in thought. Castiel’s shuffling around the room paused once he noticed the change in the atmosphere, much to your relief. Sam’s lips parted and shut repeatedly before he finally worked up the courage to speak. “Could you,” he began, pausing to cough when he realized how strained and broken his voice sounded. “Could you lay with me?” Concerned hazel eyes flickered up to peer at you through tousled strands of brown hair. His fear of impending rejection shone clear as day on his face like a bright neon sign, calling attention to the tug of his brows and the slight pout of his bottom lip like a blaring siren.

You felt your features visibly soften at the sight of the man you loved so much in such a vulnerable state. With a small, comforting smile, you nodded your head in agreement before tugging carefully at the sleeve of his flannel shirt in an effort to coax him out of his chair. Slowly but surely, he raised to his feet and allowed you to lead him over to the old leather couch in the corner of the library. You knew he wouldn’t let you take him all the way to his room in fear of missing any big breakthroughs in the day’s research, so for the time being, the surprisingly comfortable cushions the Men of Letters left behind would have to do.

You urged him to settle down however he pleased, which in the end seemed to be with his head propped against the arm of the couch and his body lounging across its length. One of his feet sat flat on the floor while the other splayed out over the other chair arm, dangling precariously in the air. Once he got everything to his liking, he turned his exhaustion laden eyes to you to peer at you through heavy lids. He reached his arms out and made grabby hands in your direction like a child would to his favorite stuffed animal, causing you to chuckle. The sound put a lopsided grin on the hunter’s face.

“C’mere,” he insisted, keeping his arms outstretched towards you.

You shook your head with a smile. “I don’t think we’re both gonna fit on that couch, big guy.”

“Trust me,” he coaxed. “I got it, just c’mere.”

You took a tentative step towards him and placed yourself within arm’s reach of the man. In an instant, he pulled you towards him at the waist and maneuvered your body so that you were laying on top of him. Your head rested comfortably on his chest just over his heart. One of his arms wrapped around your waist while his other hand buried itself in the hair at the back of your head, serving to hold your head in place as well as trace lazy circles on your scalp. Your legs tangled together and the smell of Sam’s favorite body wash and shampoo combination curled around you like a warm blanket.

His chest rose and fell with each steady breath he took, the motions serving to lull you into a restful state alongside the ever comforting beating of his heart beneath your ear. You were vaguely aware of Dean’s continued research endeavors in the background. The clack of keyboard keys and the turning of old book pages registered only as well as the soft flutter of wings that arose every so often as Castiel popped in and out of the library in search of the information he required. In all truth, none of that really mattered to you when you were curled up in Sam’s arms.

Slowly but surely, Sam’s movements began to slow. The circles his finger tips traced over your skin became sloppier and sloppier until they finally ceased altogether. His breathing evened out and his whole form relaxed with well needed rest. Only once you were sure he was asleep did you risk a glance up at him.

His grip on your waist tightened with your movements, only causing you to smile and slow your motions enough that his brain wouldn’t register them. You peeked up at his sleeping face, a lazy grin on your features at the sight. He looked so much… younger like this. His skin was smooth and free of any worry lines from the day to day stressors. His eyelashes shadowed over his cheekbones, leading your eyes down to his relaxed jawline and the small pout tugging at his slightly parted lips. His hair was as wild as ever, but you knew that as soon as he woke up he would run a single hand through it and manage to look utterly flawless, which you always found infuriating. Then he would look at you with a sleepy, lopsided smile and rub at one eye with the heel of his hand, greeting you with his gravelly morning voice, and you would realize you couldn’t stay mad at him for very long. It was an endless cycle, and you were prepared to go through it every single day if he would allow you.

You turned your eyes to Dean, who sat in the same place he had been all day, laptop opened in front of him, face illuminated by the blue tinted glow. Only now, the corners of his lips were tugging upwards in a ghost of a smile. His own emerald gaze flickered upwards to peer at you over the top of his screen, green hued eyes softening as a genuine smile broke out on his face. A small part of you felt relieved that he wasn’t annoyed with the way you had left him to research alone, but the rest of you was simply in awe of the sight of Dean Winchester’s genuine happiness.

“Thank you,” he mouthed to you in earnest.

“Always,” came your reply.

And with that, you rested your head on Sam’s chest once again, and allowed his heartbeat to lull you into a peaceful sleep.

127 notes · View notes

imagine-lcorp · 6 years

Text

Mustang Ride (Part III)

A/N: Hello beautiful people, here’s an update on this series. I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think! Now, there’s not much to say but i wanna wish you all HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!! Kudos to you all and I hope life is treating you well :) love u <3

Lena Luthor x Shapeshifter Reader//Word Count: 1,883

Series: Part I - Part II - Part III - Part IV - Part V

"You roar in your sleep." Lena said teasingly and with a kiss on your cheek that morning.

"No." You looked up from the paper you had been reading, startled by her comment. "I don't." You were sitting in the kitchen counter, sipping coffee and reading reports from the DEO.

"Yes, you do." She chuckled.

You grunted and placed a hand on your face, trying to cover your embarrassment. "Did I wake you up? I'm sorry." You mumbled and Lena just laughed.

"No, it's fine. I just never heard you do that before." She took a seat near of you and smirked. "You must have been really tired after last night."

"Yeah, must be so." You said with a smile and returned to your papers in an attempt to hide the faint redness in your cheeks.

"Do you really need to get back to the DEO today? Eliza said seven weeks." She said pleading.

Since the incident with Henshaw on Alex's birthday, you had been absent from the DEO. Eliza had recommended seven weeks of rest without knowing your ribs could heal in two. It was one of the perks of having your powers. You even thought of taking those seven weeks but, after seeing the paperwork J'onn had sent you home, you decided you preferred going back as soon as you could. He, however, gave you another three days to be sure you were completely recovered.

Lena had convinced you of spending those days with her at her penthouse. She wanted to keep an eye on you and make sure you were following the doctor's recommendations. Needless to say, you did more than what the doctor had said. The days with her flew by, between her and your own work, movie nights and quiet mornings. With enough luck, you thought, this could be a glimpse of your future together.

"Yeah, I do." You raised your head at her with an apologetic look. "But I can go with you to CatCo before leaving to the DEO, if you want."

"Mmm, a ride to work? I'd better finish getting ready then." She rose from the chair and gave you a kiss before going back to her room. You shook your head and smiled, returning to your papers.

An hour later, you were at Noonan's ordering your coffee and heading to CatCo. She was excited for the next printed issue of the magazine, it was her first one after all, and she wanted to make sure everything was ready. You took the elevator to the top floor and let Lena ramble about it a bit more. It made you happy to see her like this.

The elevator doors opened a few minutes later to show you the whole floor in movement. People were here and there, talking and typing furiously on their computers, checking and revising papers, phones ringing nonstop. You found James, in the middle of it all, talking with Eve and checking some layouts. You both walked towards him once he finished his conversation with Eve.

"Hi, nice to see you two." He greeted you with a big smile. "How are you feeling, (Y/N)?"

"As good as new." You returned the smile.

"Better than that, I would say." Lena said with a smirk, making you blush a little. James was surprised for a moment before clearing his throat.

"Well, I'm happy you're ready to go back, Winn has been missing you out there." He patted you on the shoulder with a smile. "Also, good thing you're here. I have some layouts you may want to see, Lena."

"Of course." She said and turned to you. "Can you stay a few minutes more?"

"Sure, boss." You nodded once and followed them.

You heard them chat on the short way to James’s office, realizing it was the first time you had ever entered that room. The office was very James, with framed photographs on his desk, a set of weights near the couches, and the smell of his cologne. However, you were impressed by the set of televisions behind the desk, flashing with all the news. You imagined Kara and James found them useful when it came to spotting criminal activity, like the one appearing in each screen at that moment.

"Hey, what's going on?" You frowned and pointed a finger at the screens.

Lena and James where near the desk looking the layouts he had brought but they raised their heads to them. The cameras showed the front doors of the West National City Bank, police officers were outside and waiting for instructions. James took the control from his desk and turner the volume up.

"...what we know so far. Three men entered the bank, screaming and demanding money. Witnesses say the men were unarmed but were able to take control..." The reporter informed with serious voice. "...one witness also reports seeing wild animals inside the..."

"Wild animals? That's new." James crossed her arms as he kept watching the report.

The cameras shook suddenly as the bank doors went flying into the street. Reporters were moving towards the entrance to get a better take in the action. Police officers were drawing their guns and advancing towards the cloud of dust coming from the bank.

"What the..." You trailed off in shock as a rhino came storming through the dust and growled at the officers.

The cameras kept focusing on the great animal until two men stepped out, carrying big bags. There wasn't much the police could do to stop their advance as the rhino seemed to be protecting them. A young officer tried to approach the men from the side but one of them noticed and, before he could take a step further, the man turned into a big polar bear. Everything after that was chaos.

"I need to get there." You said resolute. If this was a case of shapeshifters, your own abilities could come in handy.

"(Y/N)." Lena took you by the wrist before you left and placed a quick kiss on your cheek. "Be careful."

"Will be." You assured her and then nodded to James before running to the balcony. You jumped off, turning into a falcon, and headed to the bank.

It took you less than two minutes to arrive and you were relieved to find Kara, in full supersuit, already at the scene. You flew over the street, to see cars and police officers surrounding the suspects at a safe distance. They were ordered to hold their fire and let Supergirl handle the situation. The rhino and the polar bear guys were pacing back and forth, protecting the other one, who was holding the bags.

"Let us go and no one has to get hurt!" The man shouted.

"You're right." Responded Supergirl in her power pose. "Surrender and I won't have to hurt you."

"I guess we will take our chances." The other replied with a cheeky grin appearing on his face. "Boys, go wild!" Then, like a mini stampede, between roars and growls the animals charged against Supergirl.

With a rush of wind you dived directly against the rhino's side. Kara looked at you for a second before fighting the polar bear, she was happy to see you recovered and just in time for some action. She was trying to subdue the bear without harming him, finding herself in a little predicament as she dodged and blocked his claws. He may have been a dangerous criminal but Kara was against any type of animal cruelty.

You, on the contrary, didn't have a problem with transforming yourself, after landing, into a tiger to dig your claws into the rhino's thick skin. He groaned and tripped when he felt your claws grabbing one of his legs, allowing you to stop his race. When he ended on the floor, struggling to get back on his feet, you transformed into a gorilla and put him on a headlock. You were sure that would make him become human again until a deadly grip on your arms forced you to free him.

There was big snake wrapped around your arms and shoulders, its head getting awfully close to your face. It was a python and it was opening its jaw, showing you the fangs. You couldn't but transform again to escape its bite. You jumped out of the python's hold and hopped around like crazy to distract the python, and the rhino that was now on his feet and growling at you. Being a hare turned useful when they tried to attack you, they couldn't keep up with your quick reflexes.

They were getting tired and desperate with this chase. The snake almost tangled up itself and the rhino was becoming slow and sloppy. This would open a chance to take them down easily with Supergirl's help. When making a sharp turn, you saw her finally hit the polar bear, sending him back towards the bank doors. She must have knocked him out because he felt with a loud thud and stayed on the floor, where he turned human. The face Supergirl made after that was all Kara, raised eyebrows, mouth open, horrified and apologetic.

She recovered in a flash, the expression gone to be replaced with crinkled eyes and a small chuckle when she saw you bouncing all over the place. You would have enjoyed it yourself too were it not for the snake about to throw its fangs at you. You jumped, as high as possible to avoid the attack, and turned into a gorilla again to catch the snake once and for all. You grabbed the python from the middle of its body with one hand and trapped the python's head with the other. You didn't let go until it transformed back to the man who was shouting at the police.

In the meantime, Supergirl moved using her super speed and took the rhino by the horn. There was a moment of struggle for both of them. The rhino tried to push her and Supergirl tried to hold her stance but, at the end, she drove him the ground and another man appeared instead of the rhino, too exhausted to keep fighting.

"I told them to surround." Kara shrugged and you growled softly in approval.

A moment later, DEO vehicles were surrounding the area and several agents jumped out of the cars to take the men into custody. Supergirl and you took flight, following the vans and monitoring the route in case anything else happened. But now, after the fight, you couldn't help the feeling that something was off with this whole situation. For three shapeshifters, they didn't shift into much.

Come to think of it, you had never found another person with similar powers who wasn't an alien. Maybe they were aliens but then, why didn't they morph into something scarier than just earth animals? You were thinking so hard about it, you almost didn't notice when one of the vans stopped abruptly mid-way and started moving on the spot.

From inside the car you could hear something between a roar and a scream and Kara flew down immediately to see what was happening. You followed and landed in front of the car's doors ready for another fight but, when Kara opened the doors, your whole body froze at the sight.

#lena luthor #lena luthor imagine #lena x reader #lena luthor x reader #lena luthor fic #mustang ride #part iii #shapeshifter #shapeshifter reader #shapeshifter!reader

222 notes · View notes

askguyslikeus · 7 years

Photo

oh shit yall send lots of questions hoo nelly answering almost all of them under the cut ,,, im gunan try and answer more technical ones first then fun ones and ones about the mod later so u dont gotta scroll all the way to the bottom for the good deets

Hi! I'm still kinda new to the blog and I was wondering what are the 'do and do-not' kind question I should do? Because im sure theres always that one ask thats just Innapropiated, like that one of Michael 'taking advantage og high Jeremy' that was just not cool. i got this ask a lot so ill be clear with yall. im just not a big angst fan? so sending michael asks about his anxiety nonstop and about how he had a panic attack in the bathroom over and over again wasnt that fun. usually if it pertains the musical though you should be find sending an ask about it? but sometimes i get asks that are like “jeremy ur nothing and how does it feel knowing u fucked everything up” like homie how i think its feels? how u think hes gunna react to that? i made this blog to negate a lot of negativity in my own life so i can promise u im going to be answering asks mostly positive always forever. that being said tho i sometimes get asks pertaining to a few things that ive dealt with in the past and these topics make me very very uncomfortable. dont send asks about these topics please. this is the no no list

-self harm, cancer, suicide, rape, parent death, car accidents, sudden death.

What was your inspiration for this blog? hoo boy well,,, ultimately i thought of them rooming together and got emotional and made a huge list of headcanons and was like ,,, why not run an askblog for a bit ill just abandon it after three asks lets have some fun. but somehow im still here and i got sucked in by the complexity of michael and jeremy. i know that sounds kinda silly but just, as someone who is dealing with a lot of similar things, like dependency issues and abandonment issues and depression and anxiety, having these fun functioning character to explore was such a gift for me. i believe honestly thats why im still here and doing this. being able to try and portray a healthy relationship and a healthy way of coping and growing has helped me a lot this past month and given me an outlet i didnt have before. TBH THO the main reason i made this blog if imma be real with u guys id because i didnt like the treatment of a lot of these issues in the fandom. it made me very upset to see depression used as an plot device and michaels dependency issues treated as romantic so i wanted to make a blog that had little to no angst. ANYWAYS somehow im still here ,,, gvrkjvrnkjfd sorry i rambled

honestly I just wanna say first that I love his blog and your art and you're so cool and kind!! a question would be (I'm not sure if you've answered this before or not) but is there like an on going story here, or is it mostly just answering questions with the characters set in this universe? (if that makes sense I'm sorry!) thank you, you're super awesome! ❤️ djrnjg first off thank u so much aaaa,, ive kind of answered this before but its ok its been a while since then! but um i do kinda have a story but how howdy i sure am dragging my feet. the story isn a hUGE OVERARCHING EPIC OF WOE AND THIS PERSON IS UPSET AND THIS PERSON IS MAD AT THIS PERSON its just michael and jeremy getting together. i have a plan and ive talked to a few people on how i want it to happen but ive gained like ,,,, 6,000 followers since then and im kinda nervous BUT ILL DO MY BEST but also please understand that i do this for fun for myself and if i dont get to it im so so so sorry woops

i know this has been said before but i'm really really happy w how you're handling so many aspects of their characters. i.e. michael being trans, michael and jeremy's anxiety, michael's dependency issues, and other stuff i'm too tired to think of. you made the characters have even more depth than they did in the play and i'm rly grateful for the way you're dealing w my favorite boys. (also your richjake is suuuper adorable) ahhhhhh thank u so much? i talked a bit about this on my main but im really glad people are happy with my decision on this blog because im suPER SUPER NERvous anytime i post an ask dealing with these things. (ask hachi or nate i always message them like freaking out and send them my scripts and asks and wait for them to tell me its ok before i post it omg) also like i talked about before i love,,, having these fun stoner gamer boys to explore these issues with. im honestly shocked by how many people also deal with dependency issues because when i first listened to the musical i was so overwhlemed by the song michael int he bathroom because i had never heard someone basically write “dependency issue: the song” and it felt so so so good to realize i wasnt alone in this pit of despair i fall into so easily aha. but im!! glad everyone is ok with this wild ride im on right now (also thank u so much i struggle writing rich and jake but i get so emotional cause they would TOTES call each other babe)

how come you just use sketch form for most of your drawing (sketches and uses sketch for the final result)? im ,,, not really sure what this is asking but i thnk its along the lines of why do i only sketch my answers?? and i do that because dude do u see how often i post and how lONG some of them are. i made this blog for fun and i love doing comics but i hate lineart and coloring and if i tried to churn out finished pics for every post id defs have given up a few asks in,, shrugs

I want to say I love your little comics they're so funny! How long does it take you to make a comic? Are any of them based on your experiences? Ok have a nice day! thank you! i love my little comics too! it usually takes me anywhere from an hour to five hours if im dragging my ass or talking on discord while im drawing. it can be kinda exhausting but since i took my break ive also been like, starting long comics one day and finishing them another day which, before i would do it all in one sitting then post it hahha. AS FOR EXPERIENCE the first half of the lifeguard comic was based on real life! we were stuck stoned up there for like an hour or two? but we didnt have anyone to help us but we got down eventually!! the wendys comic is also something i did because man!! i need to compliment food workers if they do a good job!! ummmmm just like jenna i also have a friend that said HAHA BYE and moved to cali and she is also lIVING IT UP and doing really well for herself and shes very independent and shes very inspiring to me! hmm i think thats it besides i used to have movie nights with my dad all the time too except we would watch my fave animated movies and sometimes lord of the rings cause my dad loved that

What kinds of things can we NOT ask ? What kinds of things do you WANT us to ask ? i covered the what not to ask in the first question so!!! um if my askbox is open and u want to respond to previous asks ive answered for the boys that would be so so so rad. sometimes im done with a certain ask and i have nothing to add but sometimes ive got more to say but am looking for an opportunity! that being said it made me really happy that i got a lot of asks about pj? shes not going to the main focus of any more asks but!!! i was nervous to introduce her and im glad u guys like her shes fun to write. but overall just general asks i can make a big ol fun story out of so!! dont worry too much about what to ask, if its something ud ask a real person and not like “lol what if ur dad died” ur gunna be fine probably

Hi! Not a question but your blog is so sweet and refreshing! I actually really appreciate that you refuse angst, that stuff tends to rub me the wrong way in fandoms... Keep taking good care of these boys ! gggg thank u!!! it means a lot to me that a lot of people are backing me up on this! i mean if u are an angst fan there are a lot of askblogs that explore that!! so its not in short supply bmc askblog fandoms got something for everyone

Which drawing program do you use?? i use paint tool sai and my tablet is a cintiq !!

this isn't really related to the faq but that bakunawa boy reference was great I LOVE THAT FIC MAN!!! the line was originally a little diff in that ask but i changed it cause ,,,, i could,,,,

an art style question. how do you keep the design of characters consistent from frame to frame? my characters they look a lil different every time I draw em (or a lot different) and it tends to disrupt the flow of my comics/animations ohh boy hoo wee props for doing animations im too scared to give that a whirl but!! it helps that i draw all the panels for an ask on one canvas! so if my next panel is going to be the same character in the same spot just in a diff pose i keep the lower layer on just at low opacity so i can use it as a ref! that helps me a lot!

Sorry if I'm nosy or rude, but are you reflecting Micheal Anxiety, Panic attacks and depence? iii think this is asking if i reflect my own issues onto them boys? and if so then yes i do. i dont place any of my own personality or anything on the boys but i do use them as a way to help me learn how to cope with my own shit and i try to deal with their issues in the healthiest way possible while also keeping in mind they are flawed individuals aaa

what are your pronouns??? and maybe your main blog?? im a cis girl so she/her is good! and my main is squigglegigs! also that being said IF YOU SEE THE USERNAME SQUIGGLEGIGS ANYWHERE JUST?? ASSUME ITS ME?? i have a twitter and an instagram and my tumblr account

((Hello mod will Michael and Jeremy eventually someday get together. I love them.)) if all goes according to plan yes! if i get overwhelmed and stop having fun on this blog then no! sorry thems the breaks but! i do want them to get together so HOPEFULLY

going off on that confrience on pornogrefy for birds, Im geussing jeremy has played Hatoful Boyfriend. am I wrong? well it wasnt intended as that ref and i dont know anything about hatoful boyfriend but i can see jerm finding it and playing it so, sure homie! the pornography for birds thing is a my brother my brother and me reference! i love that show and them boys so give it a scope!

I'm crying bcuz Michael said he's in love with Jeremy and it's beautiful yeah that boy is DEEP IN love with his bro bro

Any advice for running an ask blog?? (Ps i love this blog keep it up) personally whats worked for me so far is doing just sketches for art. honestly ive been able to work so much more and post so much more often while also trying to work on my expressions and poses! also taking my own experiences and shaping them to fit the characters has been SO MUCH FUN. th most important thing tho is,,, dont overwork urself dude. if ur having a fun time it shows. if ur just forcing urself to churn out material and its not fun? like shit we doing this for free dont push urself? idk idk overall being looser with my art and writing the dialogue before hand has been the most helpful for me for this askblog! ive run a bunch before including @ask-maz and ive run that sporadically for ,, three or four years? its so funny cause u can see my art style juMP AROUND SO MUCH but i love that blog and i only update it like every other month or so but?? i still like doing it and no on likes those posts but it makes me smile so ANYWAYS

~ok from here on its mostly just me replying to nice messages or people asking me personal questions that dont pertain to askguyslikeus so!!~

I just wanted to say I really really love your blog and just your art in general!! Keep up the good work and hope you're having fun! thank u!!! i am having fun and im glad u enjoy it!!

What other musicals do you like? :0 i really like heathers A LOT. i also like doctor horrible i know thats not technically a musical but i just relistened to it and im emotional. i like dear evan hansen but it makes me really sad so i can only take it in moderation! ummm rent? chicago?? music man? now im just naming musicals i was in rip. being in a musical fandom is a new thing to me? i was really into heathers last year but didnt really interract with the fandom at SO THIS IS SUPER NEW?? ive never been into a musical as much as im into bmc and heathers tho

tell us a little bit about urself!! u seem v cool i am squigs or fork!! im 24 and work fulltime as a barista at starbucks! i get high on the beach with my friend gwen a lot and drink wayy to many slushies, my tv shows are brooklyn nine nine and bobs burgers right now! i table at conventions sometimes and sell my art as merch and whatnot and i cosplay as a hobby as well. im pretty boring but i draw a lot and always carry my big sketchbook with me and im pretty sure its given me back issues BUT OH WELL HAHA also i am very not cool THE TRUTH COMES OUT

Who do you most relate to from bmc and why? like ,,, a mix of michael and christine with a sprinkle of jeremy i guess ahaha i relate to michaels dependency issues and overarching positive attitude and love of music, i relate to christines bright disposition and the need to not stick to one set thing? like she loves theater cause she can be sO MANY PEOPLE and like same homie thats why i cosplay. and jeremys need to be likes while also ability to put himself out there is very relatable. i also identify strongly with his dad issues idk idk whats good

Also -- just thank you for how you handled all the panic attack and anxiety attack asks. I used to deal with anxiety attacks multiple times a day and it just was really nice that it was positive and not them having one. Thank you, sincerely. ahhhhhh ur so welcome i,,, have anxiety and it sucks and i deal with panic attacks like everyday at work so i dont really wanna come home and draw someone having one i guess? im glad its helping other people too tho!

Dude- I love your art? Actually so much? It's... I love it. The whole sketch-ish way your art style is, and the way you color, and the expressions! I'm so glad I found your work - you've given me so much inspiration. Keep doin what you're doin and I hope you have a good day! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ANytime any one compliments my expressions i die cause i legit made this blog to help with that as well ,,, like dam

im lvoe ur art style b o i :0 !!!!!!

Mod, I love you so much I love you you have my soul and my love and my eternal gratitude thank you and I love you (This is the guy who was excited about PJ on your ig live stream a while ago and I love you) !!!!!!!!! im so happy u like my content omg and that u like pj im so glad!! shes a good bean

I just wanna say... I'm crying over that post about Michael and his anxiety? cuz I know how it can feel that you're only your flaws and weaknesses, but Michael just tells that to screw off in the most wonderful way and I'm?? thank you so much for that post, I bookmarked it for future times when I can't look past my depression... honestly, that post made my day (along with every other post on this blog), thank you for being such a lovely part of this fandom ,,,, im,,,, im scared of a lot of this fandom tbh but if i can be something good that come out of it and my love of these boys and desire to show them functioning together in a healthy way can help other people its so much more than i ever thought id ever be able to do. i am blown away everyday by the support ive been given on this blog and i might be crying right now because i never thought id be able to touch other people like this and i just. im really glad yall are here with me for all this.

(To the mod: You are a beautiful person that I highly respect. I love this blog and what you set out to do. thanks for giving something that makes me smile and gives me something to look forward to everyday, keep up the good work! ❤ ) hey im still crying from the previous ask aaaaa im honestly so emotional

what are ur true feelings for wendy's??? i fucking love wendys man thats some top tier fast food right there

what fast food restaurant do you think has the best nuggets WENDYS HANDS DOWN

do you have a favorite movie? paranorman makes me very nostalgic and ive seen it like eighty times and used to watch it with my dad a lot and i love it

I would just like you to know that your Wendy's comic prompted me to pull the same thing with a bakery in the town I'm visiting and the baker got so excited and happy, so thank you for making that comic because I made that woman's day. GOOD GOOD GOOD GOOD GOOD I LOVE WHEN PEOPLE COMPLIMENT ME WHEN IM WORKING DUDE LIKE IM SO GLAD IT MADE U DO THIS!!! IM SMILING REALLY BIG!!

chocolate milk or strawberry milk? or plain? woops i hate milk im so sorry

do u love michael mell with all of ur heart, mod? i really truly do man what a fucking good ass character

hi squigs i love you! i love your content too and i hope u have a good day pal :> WHAT A SWEET BEAN!!! THANK YOU?? OMG

I'm just saying that recent ask you did with Michael really hit me hard because I really related to it and I started crying because it made me realize that I've been pining my self worth on everything my anxiety causes and I'm so much more than that. Thank you, so much for that I really needed it because I'm in a really bad place right now. <3 -for the mod i legit cry everytime i get asks or dms like this cause once again the idea that im helping other people is so ovwehelming i love you??? i let myself just be”depressed” for ahwile and by that i mean i just,, let my sadness consume me and i was scared of getting better cause the sadness was all i knew for so long and just. its so easy to think u are ur illness but you are so much more. soooo much more man.

I relate A Lot to Michael so the way you portray him in the blog is really good, and I think it's really awesome you refuse to like?? do terrible stuff and answer bad questions just bc people wanna see that. You run this blog really well 👌 AHHHH THis is the biggest compliment thank u so much ,,, i get real anxious bout this blog soemtiems but then yall send me sweet things like this and its worth it man

Hey mod, just know you're a really cool person. Thanks for running this blog in the first place. Keep doing the great work. thank you!!!! for ur support!!!!

not really a question!! i just wanted to say your posts on this blog always brighten my day and you're really an incredible artist and person, keep rockin on my dude!! *clutching my heart* the fuck this is so sweet

1 .I just wanted to say your blog is really awesome! It's very lovely. I also like how you made michael trans and like handled it? (just with how all the characters treat him and stuff its v nice). Your art is super duper! Thanks for running this awesome blog! 2. Hey! This isn't a question but I wanted to say that I appreciate michael being trans!! As a trans boy it's just rly awesome to see something like that casually thrown into an ask blog without making it a huge weird deal :D immm,,, i kinda really love the idea of michael being trans cause a lot of my trans male friends are actually pretty confident in their skin and michael is a very confident character? and u rarely see that with trans representation and its so refreshing to see it portrayed well. im trying to do that here but again if! i do anything wrong let me know!

how did you first get into art? (also i really love your blog, it's amazing!) ive been drawing as long as i remember! ive got mad adhd and wasnt diagnosed until late in ym life so i would just draw nonstop in my classes ahaha i used to read the sunday comics a lot and they really inspired me to try and make comics of my own too!! (and omg thank u)

someone also asked me if i went to church or was religious but tumblr ate the ask but i used to go to church a lot as a kid but im currently not religious at all aaa

ok holy shit that was a lot but thanks again to everyone i legit cry a lot about how supportive u all are thank u so much aaaa

#modpost #holy fuck that was so much

325 notes · View notes

maple-keenes · 5 years

Text

one black coffee

summary: roman drinks way too much coffee.

pairing: roceit, QPR analogicality

tw: remus, deceit, cursing

wc: 3753

a/n: i’m finally dooooOOooone

idea credit to @ilovemygaydad!!! love ya morgan

general:

@analogical-chaos @theflatpancake @ilovemygaydad @alltimevirgilant @virgiliananxiety @romanticsanders @theincediblesulk @wroammin @creativity-killed-thekitten @bitchyybabyy400 @wooflesthatwoof @lyditist @heck-im-lost @max-is-tired @demurphart @thelowlysatsuma @land-of-dragons-and-frogs @theeternalspace @magicallygrimmwiccan @weirdsthenewnormal @romansleftshoulderpad

College is dumb. Don’t do college.

Roman, a musical theater major, can tell you this with one hundred percent certainty. He is in college, his second year, and it’s dumb.

Adult life, similar to college, is also dumb, except for the fact that Roman no longer has to beg his mother for coffee money when he wanted to go to Starbucks. In fact, he’s stopped going to Starbucks altogether, which definitely has to do with the fact that the local shop on campus, Mocha My Day (which is an awful pun, by the way, the author has no idea what they’re doing), is cheaper than Starbucks, invites their employees to wear tags with their pronouns, and is eco-friendly, and nothing to do with the barista who works there that Roman definitely doesn’t have a crush on.

This barista was absolutely gorgeous, with rich brown skin interspersed with patches of white, and green-yellow eyes that stared into Roman’s soul and melted his heart at the same time. His hair was as soft as could be, he assumed, since he’d never actually touched it, and oh, Roman could so fall in love with this guy.

But not really. Just ‘cause he’s the most attractive man on Planet Earth doesn’t mean Roman is into him.

(Yes, it does. He’s into him.)

But the details of Roman’s romantic life are of no matter currently, because it’s 8 am and he has two classes today, one of which is awfully boring, /and he only got three hours of sleep last night.

Roman sidled up to the counter, smiling at the barista (his very favorite barista, the cute one) and said, “Hi, I’d like a large black coffee please!”

The barista, whose name tag identified him as ‘Damien, he/they’, took one look at Roman and smiled back. “No.”

He startled, blinking in confusion. “I don’t think you’re allowed to refuse a drink to a customer.”

“Then I’m refusing it to you as someone who lives in your building and just happens to also work here because you just don’t need any more coffee this week.” Damien shrugged. “I’m really sorry, but I think it’s not healthy and I don’t want you to ruin that gorgeous face of yours.”

If Roman was a computer program, the computer would have caught fire right then and there.

“Did - did you just refuse me coffee and then flirt with me?” he asked, affronted. “Cause I don’t think I can compliment a man who won’t let me have my coffee.”

Damien gave him an amused smile. “I’ll give you my number instead, how ‘bout that? You can text me later about why I should’ve given you the coffee. Or better yet, how about dinner? We can set that up later too. But for right now, I have other customers and I think the lady two people behind you is getting fed up.”

“I - okay - yeah, um… So I’ll text you?” Roman stammered face flush with embarrassment.

“Please do,” he replied with a wink. “I’ll see you around.”

Roman left, brain still short-circuiting from that last interaction. Damien had… kind of flirted before, but nothing that direct. He’d written pick-up lines on Roman’s cups, complimented his outfits, and smiled whenever they saw each other in the halls, and Roman was now starting to realize that this guy had been trying to ask him out for at least a month now.

Huh.

Later that night, when Roman was out of class and sure Damien was off work, he eagerly pulled out his phone and typed his number in.

fellas is it gay to be sexually attracted to men (Me) 6:21 PM

hey! this is the boy from the coffee shop and from two floors up, my name’s roman :0

fellas is it gay to be sexually attracted to men (Me) 6:21 PM

were you serious about wanting to go on a date?

A minute passed.

Three.

Five.

Roman tried to distract himself by looking at his assigned reading, but he couldn’t focus. /Why wasn’t he responding?

Eventually, after an eternity (seven minutes) Roman’s phone pinged with a new text.

DAMIEN!!!!!!! <333333 6:28 PM

yeah! lol sorry I was walking home. i was just waiting for the right time to ask n today seemed good enough

DAMIEN!!!!!!! <333333 6:28 PM

you really should drink less coffee though, it’s not healthy.

fellas is it gay to be sexually attracted to men (Me) 6:29 PM

judge me later, coffee boy

DAMIEN!!!!!!! <333333 6:29 PM

haha. my names damien btw, i think u knew that though. demiboy extraodinare, he/they

fellas is it gay to be sexually attracted to men (Me) 6:29 PM

he/him. trans icon

DAMIEN!!!!!!! <333333 6:30 PM

i AM thank u it feels nice to be acknowledged

Roman laughed out loud, clutching his phone to his chest. How could one guy be so hot and so funny? The laws of physics denied that even being possible.

“Virgil!” he called, hoping his roommate would answer. “Come look at what Damien texted me!”

“No,” came the muffled response, and Roman sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Please?”

“Still no.”

Roman stood up and walked into his roommate’s room, shutting their laptop (allegedly used for an art history paper, actually being used for gay Tik Tok compilations) and sitting next to them on their bed. “Look, he’s like, super funny, and - “

Virgil groaned and rolled over, rubbing their eyes. “I get it, you’re in love with him. I was in the middle of my paper.”

“You were watching Tik Toks.”

“I still don’t care about your gay shit,” they responded, though they sat up and looked at Roman’s phone. “Oh, he’s a demiboy? Neat. Also, you really should stop drinking so much coffee.”

He huffed, glaring at Virgil. “What is it, Pick On Roman Day?”

“That was last Thursday.”

“Haha.” Roman rolled his eyes, standing back up and already starting to text Damien a detailed list of everywhere he’d ever thought about them going on a date together. “Do you think he’d be into somewhere more classy or more memorable?”

Virgil glared daggers at him. “Get out of my room or I’m calling Logan and Patton and making you listen to us talk about feelings.”

“You don’t scare me!” He stuck his tongue out at them. “I’ve had conversations with the three of you before.”

“Get. Out.”

It was a day later (or six years, according to Roman’s sense of time) that they met up in front of the coffee shop. Damien had just gotten off work, and he had been secretive about where he was taking Roman, so he was just currently… sitting on the bench outside of Mocha My Day and hoping his outfit was cute enough.

He stood up when he saw Damien walk out of the cafe, smiling. They had traded their usual apron for a nice yellow shirt, and Roman was trying his hardest to keep his jaw from becoming permanently stuck to the floor.

“You look really nice,” Roman said, and a smile tugged at the corners of Damien’s mouth.

“You too,” they responded. “Red suits you.”

He blushed furiously, causing Damien to laugh. “Hey! Don’t laugh at me, my dates usually aren’t so smooth.”

They grinned. “Get used to it, Roman. You’re cute when you blush.” Ignoring Roman’s sputtering and the fact that their date’s face was currently as red as a tomato, he offered his hand out to Roman, and the other young man took it shyly.

“So, where are we going?” Roman asked, picking up his pace to keep up with Damien. “You’ve been secretive over text.”

They winked. “It’s a surprise.”

He bit back a smile, feigning annoyance. “I can’t believe my date won’t tell me where we’re going on this date with my date.”

“On a date.”

“Yeah,” Roman said, as both of them broke into giggles.

As it turns out, they were going to a theater downtown and then to dinner afterward, and both of those were both so nice and so expensive that Roman was curious if a) Damien had been stalking him, and b) how much money Mocha My Day paid and should he start working there if it allowed him to afford more theater. Overall, the show was good and all, but Roman ended up stealing glances at Damien’s face, illuminated by the glowing lights.

Damien caught sight of Roman watching him, and they made a face, causing both of them to start giggling uncontrollably (much to the chagrin of the patrons around them).

At dinner later that night, Roman bit his lip and finally asked what he'd been thinking since they had asked him out, which was, "Why are you interested in me?"

They raised an eyebrow. "I beg your pardon?"

Roman cleared his throat nervously. "I mean, I'm not exactly anyone's first choice. I'm a short, dramatic trans guy who can't even pick up on a little bit of flirting and is laying all his insecurities on the table on the first date.”

"Roman…" Damien sighed. "I'm a tall demiboy with vitiligo and you think I get to pick and choose? I asked you out because you're cute and funny and brave."

"Brave?"

They shrugged. "Yeah. Brave. I think you're brave. And that's the most affection you're ever getting from me, so enjoy."

He laughed, reaching across the table to take Damien's hand. "I think you're brave too."

"I…" They blushed, a smile tugging at the corners of their mouth. "Thanks, Roman."

For the next two days, Roman felt like he was floating on a cloud. He and Damien texted back and forth nonstop about this and that and history and classmates and dates and how cute the other was and he never tired of it.

During Intermediate Dance the next Wednesday, Roman was sitting on the bench and laughing at a meme Damien had sent him when his teacher, a young man named Thomas who had been on Broadway for several years and then decided that he preferred teaching kids, sat down next to him.

"So, Roman… you've been really distracted these past few days," he said, looking concerned. "Is everything alright?"

He scrambled to hide his phone and the messages on it. "Er… yeah."

Thomas tilted his head to the side. "That doesn't sound very convincing."

"I promise everything's fine!" Roman said frantically. "I was just… texting my brother. He's having a really rough time in classes," he continued, pulling a lie out of his ass.

The older man nodded sympathetically. "Remus, right? He's in one of my classes."

Shit fuck goddamn I actually have a brother who goes here, how did I forget that, Roman thought, annoyed at his inability to lie and his memory for forgetting that he like, had a brother.

"Um, yeah. Him." Roman was gonna owe Remus big time for this one.

Thomas patted his shoulder kindly and stood up. "Let me know if you need me to talk to him!"

"I will!" he called as Thomas walked away, mentally kicking himself for being the dumbest person ever.

He got up, grabbing his bag, and walked out of the dance studio quickly typing a text to his brother detailing what had happened and why Remus should not stab him.

As Roman was sending the message, he ran headfirst into one of his roommate's QPPs, Patton.

"Hey, kiddo!" Patton exclaimed, holding his hand out to Roman to help him up. Patton was a senior, and his only character flaw was that, and Roman swears by this, that he doesn't like mangoes for some reason. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, just a bit distracted." Roman rubbed his head. "Sorry about that."

He waved a hand through the air. "It's no problem. He/him day, by the way."

Roman nodded. "I saw your bracelet."

"So what were you doing on your phone? Texting a boy, maybe?" he asked, giggling.

He rolled his eyes, laughing. "Yeah, my brother."

Patton nodded sagely. "He's a sneaky one."

"No idea what that means. Anyways, I trapped myself in a lie with Thomas and now I need my brother to stick with it," Roman said, sighing.

"What happened?"

"Stuff," he answered vaguely. "I don't wanna be late to class so I gotta go, but you'll find out after I tell Virge."

Patton mouthed an "oh" and grinned. "Well, I have to get home before my brain decides that I am a girl now, so bye for now, Roman! Love ya, kiddo!"

"Love you too, Pat."

As he walked away, Roman’s phone dinged with a text. He opened it, hoping it was from Damien, knowing it was from Remus.

monsterfucker 1:13 PM

YOUR A BITCH ROMAN PATRICK KINGSLEY

fellas is it gay to be sexually attracted to men (Me) 1:15 PM

*you're

monsterfucker 1:16 PM

you'r a bitch roman patrick kingsley

fellas is it gay to be sexually attracted to men (Me) 1:17

takes one to know one remus brian kingsley

monsterfucker 1:18 PM

you owe me at LEAST 5000 favors

Roman laughed out loud, tucking his phone in his pocket. He would deal with his brother later.

After his classes, Roman swung by Mocha My Day, and he watched Damien’s face light up as he walked in. He smiled shyly and waved to Damien, who grinned and nodded back.

He sat down at a table next to the window and opened his laptop, looking over his notes from his last lecture. Roman had only been sitting down for about five minutes when someone sat down across from him, and they reached across and shut his laptop.

“Damien!” Roman cried, drawing a few weird looks. “I thought you were working!”

He shrugged. “I got permission to take a couple minutes to see you. So, I wanted to talk to you about something…”

Roman bit his lip. “Yeah?”

Noticing that he’d tensed up, they reached a hand out and rubbed his shoulder comfortingly. “Sorry, I just wanted to ask you when you wanted to go out again.”

He exhaled. “Um, whenever you want to is fine.”

“Roman.”

“Yeah?”

Damien chuckled. “You can tell me when you want to go out. It’s okay. I picked last time, it’s your turn.”

“I don’t really know,” he said, thinking. “I honestly just want to go out as soon as possible. I really liked our last date.”

“Then let’s go right now!” they exclaimed. “Remy’ll cover my shift -”

“I will not!” the aforementioned Remy interrupted, though Damien ignored him.

“- and we can go get ice cream or something and watch the sunset. Come on, it’ll be romantic.”

Roman thought for a minute, then nodded. “Alright, let’s go.”

“Really?”

“Yes!” he responded, grinning. “You had me at romantic.”

And with that, Damien quickly grabbed his stuff and headed out with Roman, possibly having bribed Remy to take his shift. They climbed into Damien’s car and drove off, Roman giggling the whole time.

“God, why does this feel so forbidden?” he asked, rolling down the window. “No one cares. We’re not running away from anything.”

“We could be.”

Roman glanced over. “What do you mean?”

“Just pretend that you’re running away from something. Transphobia, someone you hate, anything. We could be running far away from everything, everyone.” They sighed, gripping the wheel tight. “I don’t know if this makes sense.”

“It does, it does.” He smiled softly, patting Damien’s knee. “We’re running away together, then.”

They smiled back gratefully. “Thanks, Roman. I really appreciate it.”

Once they reached the secret destination (the beach near their college), both boys climbed up onto the top of Damien’s car and sat next to each other, Roman’s hand resting on top of theirs.

“This is such a gorgeous view,” he said, leaning into Damien, who shifted so that Roman was more comfortable.

They sighed, glancing over to Roman, who was staring off into the distance. Roman’s face was illuminated by the glowing sun over the ocean, his hair moving softly in the wind.

He was beautiful.

Roman looked over at Damien, who was carefully watching him. "What? Is something wrong?"

Their cheeks turned pink as they shook their head. "I was just admiring the view."

"I - Damien!" he exclaimed, smiling. "That's just cheesy."

"You love it and you know it."

Roman flushed, his face turning as red as it could. "I do, but that doesn't excuse the fact that it's super cheesy."

Damien tucked a stray piece of hair behind Roman's ear. "I think the fact that it's cheesy might be excusable in this case."

He melted into the touch. Roman looked up at Damien, who's patterned face was turning a lovely shade of pink and blue as the sun set behind them, and he was suddenly aware of how close the two of them were to each other.

There was something that sparked inside Roman at that moment, and he straightened up and leaned over, cupping Damien's face in his hands and kissing him softly.

Damien let out a startled noise before realizing that hey, this felt pretty nice, and wrapping their hands around Roman's waist.

The two of them weren't perfect at kissing, and they weren't the kind of couple that you would photograph - a demiboy with vitiligo, a short trans guy - but they were the kind of couple that didn't care that the other wasn't the ideal kind of boy or the ideal kisser, and they still sat there, on the roof of Damien's car, kissing in front of the sunset.

It's a private moment, and we won't interrupt any longer.

The next day, Roman was practically floating on air as he walked from class to class, texting Virgil about all the details of last night and how they'd kissed. Virgil, despite their facade of not caring about anything, was eager to listen to Roman talk about how perfect this guy was. They were nothing if not a good friend.

Virgil was not, however, the only person who got a detailed account of Roman and Damien's date the previous. Remus, Roman's brother, who was notorious for being 'a horny motherfucker', asked Roman to please shut up about his date, Patton, who was happy to hear it'd gone well, and Logan, Virgil's other QPP, who was glad that it had gone well, but was trying to finish a paper. Several of Damien's coworkers had also gotten a play-by-play, and Remy, the man who had, unfortunately, had to cover their shift, was slightly less annoyed about it upon learning that it was for like, love or something.

Roman, unluckily, had Dance again the day after, and he had decided that he was going to come clean to Thomas. This was not based upon his own decision making, it was based upon the fact that Remus had taken back his offer of repayment by favors and had decided that he was going to stab his brother if the situation was not remedied.

You know, sibling stuff.

He knocked on his teacher's office door after class and opened it after he heard Thomas say 'come in!" from inside.

"Hey, Thomas," Roman said, smiling sheepishly. "I owe you an apology, I think."

"About your lie about your brother?" he responded, lacing his fingers together. "I know, Roman."

He sighed, relieved, before starting as he realized what his teacher had said. "Wait, you do?"

Thomas chuckled lightly, smiling. "Yeah. Your boyfriend is my TA, and he's much better at lying than you, which means that he tells me when he's being honest. And may I just say, your date a couple of days ago was so romantic."

Roman bit his lip to keep from laughing. "I guess I should have known that, then."

He nodded. "Plus, Remus spent a large amount of class muttering about how frustrated he was with his brother, and that's without the cursing," Thomas said.

"Oh. Well, I'm really sorry about all of that, Mr. Thomas. I should've just been honest," Roman apologized.

Thomas shrugged. "It's not a big deal. Mr. Kingsley. I understand the panic of not wanting to share something like that with your teacher, but Damien and Remus are very different people from you. But I wish you luck in your relationship. And I know that I'm a teacher, and so I'm not supposed to care, but I'm rooting for you two. Damien needs someone like you to balance them out."

"Thanks, Mr. Thomas."

After that conversation, Roman felt like a little weight had been lifted off his shoulders. It was good to know that he wasn't in trouble, but he felt as if he'd gotten off a little bit easy.

Returning home and collapsing on the couch, he pulled out his phone and grinned when he saw his home screen, which was a selfie of Roman and Damien from their date last night. Roman was leaning into their shoulder and Damien was pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

He smiled. Something good was gonna come out of this relationship, Roman was sure of it.

epilogue

Damien bit their lip as they finished the last coffee of their shift. Remy gave them a reassuring nod as they went into the break room to quickly change into their nice clothes for their date tonight.

It was the final semester of Damien's senior year and Roman's junior year. Damien had found a little job reporting for a local newspaper, and they were glad to be staying in town. You'll see why in a second.

They fixed their bowtie in the mirror and sighed. One of the other employees, a new barista named Emile, gave them a thumbs up and smiled. Damien smiled back and asked, "Could you hand me my jacket and that little box over there?"

Emile nodded and stood up. "Good luck tonight, Damien. We're all rooting for you here."

"Thanks," they said, tucking the little box into their pocket. "Trust me, you'll all be the first to know what he says."

"It'll be yes. I just know it."

A bell chimed at the front of the store, and Damien closed their eyes, centering themselves before walking out to the front of Mocha My Day. "Hey, Ro! You ready?"

Their boyfriend nodded, smiling. "You're being secretive about this date. It's like the first one all over again."

"Well, you'll see," they responded with a wink. "Come on, let's go. I have a surprise waiting."

(He says yes.)

#remus tw #deceit tw #cursing tw #roman sanders #ts roman #deceit sanders #ts deceit #rociet #virgil sanders #ts virgil #patton sanders #ts patton #analogicality #remus sanders #ts remus #sanders sides #ts fanfiction

315 notes · View notes