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lovetenya · 3 years

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𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬.

pairings: class 1-a boys x gender neutral reader

warnings: none other than swearing, otherwise just softness.

author’s note: this came to me because i’m feeling shitty and want a little love. when i say sleeping, i literally just mean sleeping. please don’t be gross, it’s against school rules.

according to the UA student handbook, sleeping anywhere other than your assigned room is strictly off-limits. especially if that place is the dorm room of another student that you have your eyes on. however, there’s something about your boyfriend’s twin sized bed, with blankets that smell like him, that’s just so comfortable.

maybe it’s the way that a twin sized bed fits two only if you’re completely wrapped up in each other, violating any laws of personal space. your legs tangle with his, and your face fits in the crook of his neck because it has to so that you don’t fall off.

or maybe it’s how sharing a twin bed encapsulates young love, so much love held in such a small place, begging for more room to spread and flourish. it’s all so intimate, so loving, so vulnerable. and honestly, there’s nobody else you’d rather be that person with, lying underneath his covers and waking with puffy eyes.

enjoy your night, and have sweet dreams as you doze off with...

tenya iida:

if you somehow convinced him to allow this, you've already won in my mind.

i mean, first of all, you’re sleeping with tenya iida. second of all, you get to be held in those big, strong arms.....................

you’re pretty lucky to catch him on a day where he’s feeling generous (or lonely) enough to let you break the rules and come to his room to cuddle, only to eventually fall asleep

i think he would sleep on his side, and hold you close so you’re chest to chest.

he’d hold the back of your head in one hand and place the other on your lower back

whatever you prefer, he will do

if you hog the blanket, he lets you, because he can't sleep with his legs under the blanket anyway! you can have his share of it and keep him warm, too

mashirao ojiro:

SOOOOOO CUDDLY!!

not at all hard to convince him to let you sleep in his room (or to get him to come to yours) bc he misses you a lot when you’re not around :(

you’re his comfort and he’s very shy (even around you)

you’d have to be the little spoon bc his tail can’t be squished and needs room to be free (it moves involuntarily sometimes, and he’d hate to accidentally whack you with it!)(he might cry)

HE’S a blanket hog and he knows it so he keeps an extra one for you

he also has stuffed animals on his bed that koda got for him hehe

denki kaminari:

he’d ask you to come to his room to help him study, but he ends up needing a lot more help than either of you expected, so you end up staying much later

he’s very cuddly but he’s also very energetic so it takes a while for him to calm down enough to actually lay down and sleep

you’d get tired before he did, and have to ask him to come lay down once he finishes that last problem

he finally does, and he tosses and turns a little before he gets comfy and finally relaxes into your arms

he holds you like a koala bear (even if you’re shorter than him, he loves clinging onto someone and feeling them)

or he sleeps like a starfish and drools everywhere. i can’t tell which one.

or he also likes being the little spoon cuz it’s cozy!!!

eijirou kirishima:

alexa, play love of my life by queen.

kiri doesn’t need any convincing to get his ass over to your room and would beg you to come to his whenever he felt lonely or like he needed a cuddle buddy

your phone pings with several texts from eijirou <3

eijirou <3: can you come over???

⤷ y/n: it’s a school night, ei.

eijirou <3: just for ten minutes???

⤷ y/n: it’s not because i don’t wanna, it’s cuz i can’t. if aizawa catches me, i’ll be in deep shit, and i do NOT (!!!) feel like cleaning with bakugo again

eijirou <3: bakugo isn’t that bad. come on!!!

eijirou <3: please?

⤷ y/n: [Read 10:37 PM]

eijirou <3: babe... i’m shivering.......

eijirou <3: i think shoto did something to me... i’m so cold..... please help

⤷ y/n: what’s wrong? do you need me to get recovery girl? or aizawa?

eijirou <3: no. i need YOU TO COME AND CUDDLE ME BEFORE I DIE FROM A LACK OF LOVE <///3 so much pain... no cuddles...

eventually, you cave and go to his room to cuddle, but not without cursing yourself for submitting to his relentlessness in capturing your full attention

he would lay directly on top of you while trying not to crush you, but has no shame in how content he is while snuggled into your neck and smushing you under the blanket

he would pepper your face in kisses and do even more once you tell him how gross his morning breath is <3!!!

mezo shoji:

he would be so sweet and so soft with you because he’s used to people being afraid of him for his looks and doesn’t want to scare you away :(

even getting him to remove his mask was hard at first, but once he trusts you and knows you don’t think he’s hideous, the curtain falls and he’s just such a love bug

he’s gonna lay down on his back and have you lay on his chest so he can hold you, and you’ll wake up just like that, feeling his chest rise and fall with every breath

& when he wakes up with you in his (many) arms? he’s never been happier.

hanta sero:

sero... sabes cómo guapo eres?

i love that everyone thinks he’s latino that’s so cute to me

anyway, i think that sero would lay his head on your chest. he’d have his arms wrapped around your torso and his head on your chest and he’d just snuggle right in.

you could pet his hair and he’d love that so much, humming contently until you eventually put him to sleep completely

you’d be more likely to be convincing him that he can’t stay in your room tonight rather than convincing him to come over, this man never leaves your room and will sprint there if you even send him a “:(“ text

he’s fine with blankets, cuz he doesn’t really get cold and he has more than one and he’ll just pull another over the two of you if you ever need it!

shoto todoroki:

i know that what i’m about to write is basic but i literally could not possibly care less. shoto is cute and we all know it so i’m gonna indulge what you already know and add my own too

also if you’re anti-shoto please unfollow me <3 i won’t miss you, stupid bastard!

shoto is touch starved in all the worst ways, and often flinches away from contact without meaning to, only to apologize for his behavior (even if he can’t control it)

he needs soothing, calming touches to remind him that he’s loved and that you care about him for who he is, not who he will be.

and also to remind him that he isn’t hideous because of his scar. he’s still quite beautiful, actually.

although he loves his dorm room and how calm it is, sometimes it reminds him too much of home and he needs a break from it.

when he needs to escape, he’ll send a simple text saying, “can i come to your room?” he won’t play games or pretend like he’s fine when he isn’t.

he just wants you, and to be comforted by you.

he’s your personal space heater or air conditioner, so whatever extreme your body decides to run on, he’ll regulate you.

he likes the comfort of a weighted blanket and loves sharing blankets even more. that level of trust and intimacy—that neither of you are going anywhere—is so comforting to shoto

he’ll never want to let you go

katsuki bakugo:

this sleepover is BYOB. (bring your own blanket.)

he’s the biggest blanket hog, and will wrap his entire body in the blanket and not leave a single shred of it for you. you could be shivering, and he’d tell you to shut up and go to sleep bc you both have class tomorrow.

EVEN THOUGH HE MADE YOU COME OVER!!??!

he won’t admit that he was lonely and wanted attention, but the way he hold you tightly lets you know how he really feels

or if he had a nightmare, he’d call you and ask if he could come to your room to cool off before falling sleep all wrapped up with you.

and he would buy a huge blanket to go over your two individual blankets so that you’re comfortable but still sharing and close to each other <3

be prepared to sleep early and wake up early too, cuz he goes to sleep by 9 and isn’t interested in funny business. he gets up for his pre-workout run by 5, and can’t really be quiet about it cuz he needs to eat before he goes. he’s sorry for waking you, but only a little.

if you’re a talker, and like to babble about your dreams of the future before falling asleep, he’ll listen for a little bit before losing his patience and saying, “no more talking, just cuddle me and go to sleep already.”

izuku midoriya:

baby love <3!!!

he’s less likely to ask you to come over as he is to dutifully race to your room to comfort you

no matter what’s planned for tomorrow or how late it is

and he’s not scared to get caught, he really doesn’t mind cleaning duty if it means he was there to be the for you when you needed him

he’s so sweet and outwardly loving, i think he’d either lay directly on top of you or lay by your side and tangle all his limbs with yours

so many kisses on knuckles and on faded (or recent) scars (you are so loved)

his blanket is big and cozy enough for the two of you and you wake up warm underneath it, still snuggled up to izuku <3

⤷ back to my masterlist.

#tenya iida x reader #ojiro mashirao x reader #denki kaminari x reader #eijirou kirishima x reader #shoji mezo x reader #sero hanta x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #mha x gender neutral reader #mha x gn!reader #tenya iida x gn!reader #iida tenya x gn!reader #izuku midoriya x gn!reader #bakugo x reader #mha imagines

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daydream-believin · 3 years

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What About the Smaller Picture (3)

Summary: Merlin knows best. And what he feels is best for you and Douxie right now is to sit around and wait for him to come back from New Jersey, Merlin-knows-when. (3) You’ve adjusted to Arcadian life pretty well. (1) or (4)

Warnings: Swearing, sleep problems?

Word count: 2474

A/n: sorry this wasnt out sooner I’ve had a week

The curtains were blue. They had a little pattern of navy and white flowers and curvy lines like pottery painted with indigo. You had moved one of Doux’s bookshelves to be the second wall to allow the curtain rod to even be in place. This layout effectively created a nook of sorts around your little bed. To be frank the curtains weren’t absolutely necessary. The space kinda gave you university dorm vibes with the two twin beds across from each other. But there was no way you were letting this guy you barely knew watch you sleep. Even if you were good friends, you wouldn’t let him watch you sleep. That kind of vulnerability was special, reserved for only those closest to you.

Speaking of closeness, Douxie had been very adamant about you not calling him by his full name anymore. Made him feel like you were reprimanding him, he said. You could relate to the feeling, and so you were now being careful to replace all ‘Hisirdoux’s with ‘Douxie’s in your head. Or at least a ‘Doux’. Not ‘Babe’. Who told you that. You definitely never referred to him as Babe in your mind. Nope. That Is Not Something Friends Do.

“And,” Douxie rubbed the back of his neck, “Normally when people call me Hisirdoux nowadays it’s because they want to kill me. Only strangers and enemies call me that. Or Zoe when she’s pissed. So yeah, just Douxie is fine.”

“Just Douxie?”

He chuckled, “Yeah.” You looked up at him with a smile.

“Douxie.” He flushed, nodding. “Well, Douxie, what do you want for dinner tonight.”

That little nook you’d built hadn’t stopped Douxie from trying to talk to you all night, however. You’d think the curtains would be a clear message of don’t talk to me I want to be left alone but Doux hadn’t really taken that hint. You tried your best to brush him off the first few nights, even pretending to fall asleep. It didn’t stop him. By the fourth night you spent in Arcadia, you gave in. You had trouble sleeping anyways, as it was apparent so did your roommate, so might as well indulge him. It’s not like ignoring him did any good. Instead of staring at a blue-light screen that messed with your circadian rhythm, you talked about nonsense with Doux. And it was good nonsense. He was way too funny. Or maybe it’s that thing where if you’re into someone then everything they say is hilarious. You’ll never know. But it was nice, either way.

The funny thing was that not only did you actually start to like this, but now it was becoming hard to sleep without it. He helped. Your whole life you stayed up late, and then tossed and turned all night anyways. Now your bedtime routine was talk to Douxie for a few hours, slowly falling asleep, and then you’d sleep the whole night through like a baby. No more restlessness. No more waking up over and over again. Even if you did, you could just listen to him snore for a bit and fall right back to sleep. You guessed it was the feeling of safety he provided. Like someone was watching over you, even when you were at your most vulnerable. You’d never really had that luxury before.

You had started noticing the trouble coming back when he would stay out late sometimes. And Douxie was gone one night and you suddenly couldn’t sleep at all. This was bad. A problem, if you will. But no matter. There were more pressing things to worry about.

Like the fact that all week, Douxie had been hinting that he had something you two were going to do soon. He would not tell you what it was. In fact he was taking quite a bit of joy in dangling this “surprise” in front of your face but not telling you anything about it. It was driving you a little crazy. You hoped what he had planned was nothing too wild, though. It’s not that you weren’t down, you were just tired. But you could use a little shaking up. This bookshop existence was boring. You weren’t boring. You had enough crazy stories to last an immortal lifetime from growing up in New Jersey. Not just modern-day Urban New Jersey. Early colonial Quaker-dominated New Jersey was wild too. Especially as one of those infamous New England witches. Maybe Douxie was taking you on some magic errand. That would be great, you were dying to do something actually in your job description ever since you got here. Not that working in the bookshop wasn’t nice, it just wasn’t magic. You were craving magic.

But alas, as the sun was setting and the last patrons left the store, life moved on as mundanely usual. You flipped over the sign, scratched a sunbeam bathing Archie behind the ears, and started the process of re-shelving all the damn books that customers left strown about. The sunset turned the bookshop pink. There were fewer cars rushing by. Now that there were no customers, it was very peaceful. Just you, Archie’s snoring, and the soft lute music playing. The music was lute covers of popular songs, and at this point you were pretty sure it was Douxie himself who recorded this shit.

Speaking of Douxie, you hadn’t seen him all day. It had made working the bookshop extra extra boring. Like if he wanted you to be free labor, he could at least give you the decency of his lovely presence. But no, it was just you, all day long. All by your lonesome, with nary a cute theater-kid adjacent wizard to keep you entertained with his company. It was a travesty really. But anyways, where was he. Better not be having fun without you.

You like to think your thoughts summoned him. He came in through the back door, panting, disheveled. Singed? He frantically looked out the door’s window into the alleyway from which he had just came from, looking for something. Whatever it was, he must have seen it, since he looked panic-stricken. In a painfully obvious attempt to swallow the fear, he turned to you, trying his best to sound nonchalant.

“SO. You know that thing? The surprise? Well. It is here a little sooner than I expected it to bE—” A loud crashing noise came from the alleyway. “Oh, fuzzbuckets.”

You dropped the book in your hand. “WHAT DID YOU DO.”

There was another very loud crash, this time closer. Douxie glanced back for less than a moment before rushing over to you, taking you hand.

“I’ll just have to tell you on the way love, come on!”

You two fled out the front door of the shop like your tails were on fire. Speaking of tails on fire, once you rounded the shop to the alleyway, you found out just what Douxie had been running from that was making such loud noises. Hellheetis. Five large hellheetis. Blazing bright in the Arcadian dusk. How the neighbors haven’t already called the cops or the fire department was a mystery. The large lion-like creatures growled, stalking down the alley. It was only a matter of seconds before they smelled and or spotted you and went back into the chase. You had to make a plan and fast. Distracting you from your thoughts, Douxie nervously laughed beside you.

“hehe, uh, could you believe there was only one of these at the start?”

You slowly turned to the wizard, “Did you,, hit them, Hisirdoux?” You could call him that now because you were in fact pissed off at the moment.

“Only twice.”

“Only twice… Okay”

“I may not be the best at monster identification. Or remembering which tactic to use for which.”

“I can see that.” You tried to keep your voice as calm as you could, which got a little easier to do as the hellheetis turned down a different alleyway, putting some more distance between them and you. They were still searching though, that was apparent. Thankfully the stench of the alley trash was keeping you covered.

“Believe me, Archie gets onto me about this all the time.”

“It’s okay… just. I think I have a plan. But one of us has to be bait. And it’s going to be you.”

“That’s fair.”

You sprinted up the stairs of the bookstore and up through the ceiling hatch onto the rooftop. You first instinct was to get them to the center of the square, where you could use the fountain as a water source. The alley they had started going down opened up to the square anyhow. It would have been a straight shot. But dear Mr. Casperan made a fuss about that being too out in the open or whatever.

Next solution. The bookstore’s rooftop had a facet, Douxie told you. You’d like to imagine it was put there so some nice old lady could have had a sweet rooftop garden without too much hassle. Maybe you should start a sweet rooftop garden. You and Douxie could have a little oasis in the city up here. You could grow veggies and flowers for your table. Maybe make a cute little picnic area. Stargaze at night. The facet. You quickly found it and made work of turning it on. Or at least you tried your best. You could hear roaring, getting louder, getting closer. The scary growls and roars were punctuated by Douxie’s frantic footsteps, grunts, and gasps. Please don’t get eaten, Douxie.

The facet was so rusty, it took all of your strength to get it to budge. And then nothing came out really, the hose attached to it lifeless without so much as a trickle. You tried to unscrew it from the facet to see if there was a problem and the metal part of the hose disintegrated in your hand. Okay. No water was in fact coming out of that facet.

Imaginary sirens rang in your ears. You had to get water, fast, or your partner was gonna be kit & kadouxle. Hellheeti chow. Growl mix. Douxies. Fiery feast. The big cats were gonna eat him okay. After managing to get the facet turned as fast as you could, fueled on pure adrenaline, and still getting little to no water, you made a judgement call of fuck that. Magic time. To be completely frank here that should have been what you had done in the fucking first place, but hey, fear dulls the mind.

Gathering up as much water as you could, like, metaphorically feel in the pipe, you pulled that shit out with all your might. Aaaannddd because of this you may have not actually remembered that you would need to catch said water in order to, you know, use it. Instead of a nice bubble to be used at your discretion, a magic roof-water tidal wave washed over you and over the side of the building into the alley below. Thank your lucky fucking stars that Douxie just so happened to have gotten the fire felines to the right spot in time. The uncontrollable rain rushed down, dissipating the hellheetis, soaking Douxie darling, and flooding not only your alley but all the alleys connected to it. Holy shit, stop it! STOP IT! It took a second, but you did finally get the river to stop pouring out of your rooftop. Fingers crossed there were no basement windows open and all your neighbors had flood insurance. And that no one saw. Can’t be connected to you if no one saw right. Shhhhhh.

You peered over the ledge to see if Douxie was alright down below. He looked like a cat caught in the rain himself. You probably did too. Douxie’s soaked bangs covered his eyes. Nevertheless, he was able to see you up on the ledge and gave you a thumbs up. You awkwardly returned it.

Toweling off your hair, and now in nice dry pajamas, you walked out of the bathroom to join Douxie on the couch. His own hair towel hung around his shoulders. You took a moment to enjoy how cute he looked all ready for bed, cozy in the blankets on the couch. And that semi-wet hair was looking pretty nice too. You only allowed yourself to linger on this for that moment however, as you remembered you were supposed to be mad at him right now. You crossed your arms as you approached the wizard.

“SO, dearest Hisirdoux, may I have the decency of getting to ask the question, WHY.”

“Funny story really.”

“Really?” You raised a brow

“Really.”

Douxie fidgeted with his hands. You watched this little nervous gesture intently as you sat down next to him. He took a deep breath before beginning,

“First thing. You’ve been here for some time now, and I thought it was enough time for me to start sharing my little, er, excursions with you,” Douxie’s face flushed a little, “I like monster hunting, and now that I know that I like you, I thought I’d like it more if I brought you along with me?”

Your face was flushed a little too now. “Hey, stop it, I need to be mad at you.” Yeah well the smile you wore gave up any pretense of that. Sorry.

“I didn’t know how familiar you were with monsters or how skilled at fighting you were, so I decided to go get some test monsters from Mervin the Monster Dealer, just to make sure our first time would be safe. FIRST TIME MONSTER HUNTING TOGETHER.”

You stifled a chuckle. “And you didn’t just ask me?”

“It was supposed to be a cool surprise okay.” He buried his face in his hands.

“… Hellheetis?” Safe monster your ass.

“Yes, I mean no, I- Mervin sold me the wrong thing alright. I thought I was buying those cute little fire sprite things you can easily just put out with your boot.”

This time you did not hold back that laughter. And you laughed, and Douxie laughed, and soon both of you were uncontrollably cackling until you were out of breath. Archie came in to see what the commotion was about and then promptly turned back around to go back to his spot in the window. You clutched your chest, still cracking up despite the lack of oxygen. Douxie wiped some tears from his eyes you were sure hoping were just from laughing too hard. You rubbed a hand on his back.

“So, I think I’ve had enough excitement for one day. How bout movie night?”

Douxie’s tired eyes smiled at you, “Yeah, I think that would be lovely.”

“Hey, I had a good first monster hunt, Douxie. Thank you,” You pulled your cold feet up under your legs, “But could you stop hogging the blankets!”

#douxie x reader #hisirdoux casperan x reader #douxie x y/n #tales of arcadia x reader #douxie imagine #hisirdoux casperan imagine #Douxie Casperan x reader #tales of arcadia imagine #douxie #my writing #watsp

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leejeongz · 4 years

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cravity reaction to you giving them the silent treatment

🔅thank you for reading my work and following! and than you for requesting! i wrote this like giving them the silent treatment, as you can tell, because i’m not sure what other context you would ignore them in🥺 i hope you don’t mind! and not all of them are serious hehe🔅

serim:

reason for the silent treatment: you were jealous when you saw him talking to the stylists and sitting real close to them

he tried his damned hardest to not give in to you. this lasted for quite a while this time actually, an hour maybe? then he started feeling empty. he hadn’t hugged you or bugged you for a whole hour, even you were getting concerned at this point. he came over to you while you were washing your bowl and pan from lunch, standing behind you for a few seconds before deciding to poke your cheek. you tried to ignore him at first, then you tried swatting his hand away.

“i’m not moving it until you talk to me!” he exclaimed. you knew the annoying smile he’d have on his face right now that you couldn’t resist so you chose not to look at him, instead you concentrated on putting the wet dishes on the drying rack. “i can do this all day”

he really wasn’t lying, you wouldn’t put that past him, so you just chose to give up, it was easier than having a clingy serim around you all day. (you get that anyway but what can u do?)

“you should eat” you said quietly. serim smiled at you in response and removed his finger.

“you’re right, maybe i will go grab something with the stylists” he joked, risking another hour of the silent treatment. he was so lucky that you could take a joke.

allen:

reason for the silent treatment: he forgot your 1 year anniversary (this got a lil deep for some reason, kinda angsty, just a warning)

he started by giving you as much attention as possible. usually you’d be loving the skinship and cuddles, but right now you didn’t want to even see his face. you swatted his hands away and stormed off to your room. he sat back on the sofa, eyes and mouth both wide. he’d never seen you like this before. his head soon fell into his hands, which rested on his knees. once the first tear fell, it was soon followed by dozens more. it made him even weaker knowing you were probably crying too. he didn’t know whether to come to you or not but he decided to stay put for a little longer. after a few minutes, he saw your feet across the carpet and lifted his head, apologising profusely as he did so. you sat beside him, and looked at him, which he reciprocated almost immediately. he grabbed your hands instinctively but not before wiping a tear from your right cheek.

“do you care?” you asked.

“of course i care. i care about you, about us, i care a lot.” he pleaded, tears starting to burn at his cheeks.

“okay” you said, licking a tear from lips and nestling into his side.

he wrapped his arm around you and sniffled some more before asking if there was any way he could make it up to you.

jungmo:

reason for the silent treatment: you failed an exam and you think it’s because he kept distracting you while revising

he couldn’t help himself, he just HAD to follow you around like a lost puppy. he tried his best to apologise, knowing it was the easiest thing to do even if he wasn’t guilty, but it just made you ignore him even more, not even giving him the advantage of reading your face. honestly, his incessant following was cute, but he could never know that.

“y/n please” he begged from behind you as you made your way to the bathroom. “don’t make me come in there too” he tried to make light of the situation.

you turned and stood against the closed bathroom door, now looking at him from across the hallway. you raised your eyebrow and he started to talk once again.

“i didn’t realise what i was doing, i just wanted to spend time with you, i will never do it again, if i do you can shout at me, i’m kidding please don’t do that ,i would cry, i know you wouldn’t ever-“ you stopped him with a kiss. you hated how he had you WHIPPED for him, but you wouldn’t really have it any other way.

“i won’t you idiot, although i may accidentally purposely back my chair into you, gently of course” you joked “now can i please go in here… alone?”

woobin:

reason for the silent treatment: he used your toothbrush

“you changed yours to the exact same colour as mine, it was going to happen on day anyway” he announced, rolling his eyes while walking to the cupboard to get himself a different toothbrush. “where are they?” he shouted to you.

you chose not to respond and that’s when he knew he was currently experiencing the dreaded silent treatment. normally he’d be quite thankful for some peace and quiet but the circumstances weren’t great so...

“oh brilliant, how mature of you” he slammed the door to the cupboard shut, still being careful not to damage it though. “you know it’s not going to get you anywhere” he once again rolled his eyes. “i’m going to my room, see you at dinner, sweetheart”. and that’s exactly when you saw him next. he was so stubborn sometimes, you had to give in else you’d never talk to him again.

“here” you tossed him a new toothbrush while he was close to the sink.

“this is still the same colour th-“

“ITS ROMANTIC WOOBIN” you shouted.

“from one extreme to another, clearly” he laughed, throwing you the toothbrush back. “now how about we be romantic in that restaurant down the street?”

wonjin:

reason for the silent treatment: he ate without you

“i swear i won’t do it again” he pleaded in his final words before giving up and slumping his way to his room, leaving you cooking your meal for one.

you wouldn’t normally be this mad about him eating without you, you didn’t even live together, it was just that today you’d planned to have dinner together but you were an hour late due to traffic. surely he could have waited an extra 60 minutes, right?

wonjin threw himself on the bed, sulking for 5 seconds then convincing himself he was in the right all along and acting like nothing was wrong. he pulled out his phone and started playing a game, one that he knew he would spend hours on if he started playing it. half way through the first round, something clicked in his brain. why was he sitting here neglecting you when he owes an apology? he composed himself and made his way back out to the kitchen, ready to start his begging for forgiveness.

“okay so sometimes... sometimes you can be unreasonable” great start, you thought, rolling your eyes “but on this occasion, i think your reaction is justified. take as long as you want, i’ll be standing right here” he said, mimicking a “rooting in place” action by twisting his feet on the laminate flooring.

minhee:

reason for the silent treatment: he accidentally recycled a piece of your homework

“how was i supposed to know you needed this stupid map?” he questioned. but you didn’t respond. instead you just went to his room and sulked, in silence. he followed and stood in the doorway, firing questions at you for the next 5 minutes before huffing and leaving you to sulk alone. he knew he was the mature one here, but he still felt guilty for what he did so 10 minutes later he came back to you and tried again, this time calmer and more willing to listen.

“i can help you do it again” he insisted “but i’m not that great at drawing maps” he admitted. you turned away from him. he probably thought you were just continuing the silent treatment but really, you were trying your hardest not to laugh.

“you know i just printed that out right? i didn’t draw that” you whispered, giving in.

“are you saying i just endured the silent treatment for a map that took seconds to print out? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” he shouted jokingly, sitting at his computer and bringing up an identical map. “here, print.” he grabbed it off the printer and realised yet another issue “you also used MY printer ink. i should have give myself the silent treatment for wasting ink like that.”

hyeongjun:

reason for the silent treatment: he killed you first in among us

hyeongjun thought it was a joke at first, it was just a game after all it's not that serious.

“you can still do your ghost tasks” he mimicked.

you did NOT find this funny. he made you look like a fool in front of your friends, surely your boyfriend isn’t supposed to kill you first, you thought. you pressed the home button on your phone, automatically leaving the game, and turned your phone back to portrait. you scrolled through your home screens for a while, looking like you were doing something important in hopes it would make hyeongjun jealous but he was too engrossed in the game. it wasn’t until you threw your phone on the bed and got up that he realised you’d left.

“you left the game? why? oh you’re gonna get snacks? can you get me those chocolate jazzle things you bought for us please?” he asked, still engrossed in the game.

you rolled your eyes and let out a very loud “ugh” which he didn’t even bat an eyelid at. you returned with the chocolates in your hand which got his attention, but instead of handing them to him, you ate them and looked like you were enjoying them.

“i’m SO sorry i killed you y/n” he rolled his eyes as you did earlier, but you pretended to not hear him, just as he did.

this went on until he, as the imposter, lost the game, and you couldn’t help but laugh in his face.

taeyoung:

reason for the silent treatment: he laughed at you for getting scared during a horror movie

you hit his chest and got up in a huff. how dare he laugh at you when you were genuinely scared?! the sound of his laugh was always nice, always except now, it just annoyed you. you went to the fridge to grab some of his snacks, the first time you did this without politely asking for permission. he never minded that you wanted food, he wished you’d just get them yourself, you didn’t have to ask, what was his was yours, so you took advantage of that but it really didn’t feel right.

“hey the movie hasn’t finished yet!” he shouted, turning over and seeing you scan his fridge. “there’s nothing in there, i’m the only snack in this place” he said, flipping back over. “oh and you, of course”. you narrowed your eyes and bobbed your head sarcastically behind him, as if you were mimicking what he said. you sat back down again empty handed, this time sitting on the single chair that was far from him.

“oh what’s wrong? you think you’re strong enough to sit alone? you don’t need me anymore?” he laughed once again. you just concentrated on the screen, your heart beating faster than ever before, hoping no scares were coming up.

“okay okay i’ll stop. now please come over here and cuddle me because i think he’s gonna do something again and i don’t want you to be scared on your own.”

you contemplated his preposition for a little, the tv making your decision for you when the music started getting louder and you felt the need for someone’s arms around you.

seongmin:

reason for the silent treatment: he spent the whole of your day off napping

“what’s for dinner?” he asked sleepily. his eyes opened to your figure, stood over him, your arms were folded and lips were sealed shut in a sort of angry pout. “what?” he questioned.

you yanked you duvet from him and threw it on the floor now giving you the perfect opportunity to grab your teddy that he’d slept with and leave. but that boy was gripping on to your teddy for dear life it seemed, he wasn’t letting go. “what are you doing? i can’t explain if you won’t tell me what’s wrong. and i’m not giving up lolly llama until you tell me”.

“just give me the llama seongmin” you broke your silence.

“is it because i slept all day?” when the words left his mouth, you stopped fighting for the teddy, you stopped leaning over him, you stopped trying to hide what had been getting to you all day. “because if it is i’m sorry, i woke up today with a really bad headache and i didn’t want to worry you.” he pointed to the tablets and headache strips on the side.

“is it-” you paused to look at him “is it better now?” you asked, knowing the best treatment for a headache was sleep.

“a lot better” he smiled in your direction “i am prepared to pull an all nighter with my favourite person now”

gifs aren’t mine

#cravity #cravity imagines #cravity reactions #serim #allen #jungmo #woobin #wonjin #minhee #hyeongjun #taeyoung #seongmin

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dangan-happy · 3 years

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KAME-HAME FORGET ABOUT IT!

I would like to say thank you to mod taichi, mod rantaro and mod komaeda. I am the anon who was desperate, the one who struggles with academic issue, keep sleeping past midnight because of extra chores, and struggling with executive dysfunction. I don't know how to refer myself haha

It's funny, I saw the notification from your blog about my ask when I was REALLY in need of comfort unexpectedly. it was one of the worse day, I failed the selection to go to college I'm aiming for. there is an alternate way by taking a test but it was a huge and important thing for me, because other relatives would talk (or possibly brag) about how their children are doing wonderfully in academic stuff to my parents. I don't want my parents to feel embarrassed because of me. so of course, it gives me a LOT of anxiety. my heart is beating rapidly that my chest hurts so much.

Then I receive your response to my ask. It's very comforting, it calmed me down. I may teared up a bit. I really appreciate the advices, encouragements, and hugs. (I love hugs) Especially mod komaeda's advices. Thank you so much, I appreciate them. They really mean a lot to me. I didn't realize how much I needed all of these. To be honest, when I was re-reading my ask, I almost can't believe I typed all that. I didn't realize how much I struggled and desperate I am. It was truly a moment of weakness lmao

I've been struggling to respond your response because,, well. I'm still struggling haha. Unfortunately, after I send that ask, things are getting hella rough for me. It was one of those unlucky phase of time, where your days get worse each day, except this time is WAY worse because I'm going to graduate in a month and I have an important exam in two days. Then I got hit by other problems too like a member of my group project doesn't corporate so we were late to submit and it was even half done (it happened just a hour ago and it gives me an emotional breakdown because it was an important one but I'm fine now), I got blamed for something I didn't do (this happens a lot anyway but I'm very drained mentally and physically), I accidentally spat something that I've been keeping to myself to my parents and made them angry (I don't want to talk about my true feelings to them bc they only make me feel worse or worse, they get upset), more homeworks to catch up and more stressful stuff .

Basically anxiety is on my ass 24/7. It's the worst time of my life.

But whenever I hit rock bottom I would re-read your response and it lifts me up, you know? It always cheers me up reading your kind words about me, and as cheesy as it sounds, it makes me feel hopeful haha. But I never felt this hopeful before. So I'm very thankful for it, and thankful for the other mods who work hard helping other people too who come to this blog. Because even though I'm still struggling and facing the worst time right now, I'm not doing as bad as before.

Is it alright if I ask for another hug? Sorry, this whole ask ended up with me venting again haha. But I really am doing not as bad as before... I guess I'm doing better. Step by step maybe. Again, thank you so much!!

( By the way, this is out of topic but... hopefully people who know me don't recognize me on this blog for this question haha (if they do then oh well. shrugs): which one does look scarier for you, Once-ler from Lorax or the character designs from the movie called Cats (2019)? I'm not hating the movie, my friend and I are having a lighthearted discourse about it. u_u )

(Neither. Neither one is even that scary at all, for I fear nothing ~ Mod Hajime 🍊🌈)

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O-Oh, welcome back, kiddo! Whoa, that’s quite the ask you got here. But it’s more or less an update, i-if I’m correct, and a decent one at th-that. Like you said, it’s all step by step progress, wh-which is still progress no matter how you look at it.

I-I hate to hear that there’s been a few extra bumps along the road since your last ask, b-but I’m at least glad to hear that you’ve been making some sort of progress. Progress is still progress, no matter what. I-I’m just glad that you came to us. I-I’m just some average programmer, but I will agree that Nagito and Rantaro did amazing. Nagito’s... quite the interesting kiddo, but he means well, and Rantaro’s a brotherly figure th-that everyone likes, one way or another. Me? Ah, well... I-I can at least give good hugs, I guess?

S-Speaking of hugs, I’d love to give you one. I-I can at least do that right, heh. I’ll give you as many hugs as you want, kiddo. I personally don’t mind at all.

Hey there anon, you don't have to worry about referring to yourself, I remember you just fine! Hey, how's that for awesome timing huh? I'm glad you could read our answers when you needed it. I'm sorry to hear that you were having a worse day, but hey, it sounds like there's a way to make that test up a different way, so I'd give your all to trying that route. Don't give up just yet ok? Damn, yeah, I'm no stranger to the whole family bragging thing, that's a whole lot of pressure I think both of us can do without. It's really thoughtful of you to worry about your parents in this scenario, but you can worry about yourself too ok? Regardless of what you do, they should still be proud of you, and if they aren't, they're completely oblivious to your intelligence level and the amazing things you can do. Aw, I'm smiling real hard hearing how much our response helped, I'm always worried that I didn't help, or I somehow made it worse. Not gonna lie, this did give me a confidence boost. Hey, it's ok, you were in a more emotional state. It wasn't a moment of weakness. Everyone breaks down like that from time to time, and I'm happy that we were here to help you at the time. So don't feel bad about that, you're only human, and it's ok to get like that.

You don't have to worry about having the perfect response either. As much as I wish we could, we can't automatically fix any anons' problems, we can only toss our two cents in and cross our fingers that it helps. The good news is that you came to us with your struggles again, so we can try to help some more. Eesh, yeah, those periods are never fun. Pretty sure Komaeda knows more about them than I do, but I can understand at the least. First of all, congrats on graduating! That's real impressive all by itself, so hopefully you can take some pride in that. Ugh, ok, wow, the second part of that. Damn I got hit with all the feels. I hate it when group projects go like that. I'm usually stuck with all the work, or the one who's up at one am trying to finish the damn thing. I think I'm getting kinda incoherent, so sorry about that. I'm glad you're doing better on that end though, hopefully things work out with that. Aw man, I'm really sorry to hear about the blaming thing. Is there any way to prove your innocence? I'm not saying go all class trial or anything, but is there any way for you to argue your case? Even if it happens a lot, that doesn't mean it's ok. You shouldn't have to get used to things like that.

Yikes, yeah I can totally relate to the last part too. I'm also the type to clam up about my feelings because I don't wanna make anyone mad, but that happens some times, and honestly you had every right to say how you feel. You're keeping this all in, and it's gonna take a toll on you. Yeah, that's a whole lot of stress for one person to carry. I'm really impressed you haven't crashed and burned under the weight, seriously, you're an amazing, strong, resilient/ person, and it just blows me away. Trust me, you're gonna get through this stressful time. You're getting close to the end of it, and I know that you're gonna make it through. Damn, I'm smiling and blushing now. I'm really really glad we were able to help you out that much. Good! It's not cheesy at all! I'm glad you're feeling hopeful! The little steps are just as valuable as the big ones, and the fact that you're at least doing a little bit better is fantastic. Of course you can have another hug! It's ok, we're here to listen to vents, so say whatever you want to, no one's gonna judge you, I promise. Yeah, step by step, that's how you do it.

Oh damn, that's an interesting question. Honestly, I unironically love the Lorax movie, so the Oncerler ain't scary to me. Cats however...that was a trip. I don't have a better way to describe it, it was just a trip. So the Cats designs are way scarier. Like if I met the Onceler in a dark alley, I'd be just fine, but if I saw a cat-human-thing in a dark alley, I'd run for the hills. However, if I met the onceler fandom in a dark alley, that's a whole other story. Ok, I think I'm rambling again, so I think I better stop talking. Keep making those small steps forward ok? You got this.

W-wow... my advice actually helped someone? Please tell me your joking, or better yet pinching me. I can’t believe my little words could affect you so much.... I think I’m tearing up... hehe. I gotta admit, Rantaro and Taichi did a better job than me! What else do you expect from two amazing Ultimates! Anon, I’m terribly sorry to hear that some things have turned up and made your life a bit more harder, but I want you to keep your chin up ok? You’re doing amazing Anon, I can truly tell! Having a partner that doesn’t help with group projects stinks too! It’s ok that you vented again, it’s always good to speak your mind when you feel bad! Helps to let other people hear to so they can help you! And hey, compliments from Taichi? So nice of you! Never heard myself being called an “interesting kiddo” it’s cute!

I thought you’d never ask! I’d love to give you another hug! As long as you’d let me, I get worried when people want to hug me since I’m utter garbage, but if it makes you feel Hope, then I’m happy to oblige! Ah, and the Onceler or the designs of cats? I’d say the cats, I remember everyone having the hots for the Onceler once, so he can’t be that bad, right?

#danganronpa #danganronpa roleplay blog #ask #taichi fujisaki #rantaro amami #nagito komaeda #mod hajime #mod rantaro #mod nagito

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bumblebaby · 4 years

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coffee bean kiss

hi i finished this a little bit late but that is okay because i’m actually kind of proud of it lol. this is my gift for @s-onora for the secret santa hosted by @itfandomprompts! hope you enjoy it hehe

reddie / 2.6k words / good ol fluff / no warnings apply

Evidently, nothing about them has changed since old times. Not the humor, not the bickering, and… definitely not Eddie’s feelings. It shows in how they continue to bounce banter off of each other the entire way there, and it shows in how Richie holds the cafe door open for Eddie, giving him a bow and a “M'lady” that prompts the classic-Eddie response of rolling his eyes and suppressing a smile, and it shows in how the small action that was meant to be taken platonically still makes Eddie’s heart skip a couple of beats.

read it on ao3

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The winter months are overall bittersweet if Eddie had to describe them in one word. Finals have been clawing at his mental state (and admittedly his physical state; the constant greasy takeout gives him the worst stomachaches) to the point where he’ll often pass out at 2 AM with a face-full of textbook. But the enjoyable parts of winter have mostly made up for it. He likes spending time with his friends, he likes the new Starbucks hot drinks, he likes giving gifts, and he likes receiving gifts – call him greedy for that, but the mini vacuum his mom got him last year that is perfectly dorm-sized has brought so much joy into his life it’s almost embarrassing.

The ’whirr’ of that vacuum makes its way around his earbuds and Freddie Mercury’s high notes as Eddie tries to clean up the mess that has begun to build up from a lack of care on both his and his roommate’s part. For how long Eddie has been cooped up in this room, he sure hasn’t been taking care of it. He never learned to juggle, and that was especially true of having to juggle his grades, his health, and his tidiness. But it’s whatever. He’s on break now. A twenty-minute break, but a break nonetheless.

He doesn’t hear the knock at the door, despite how loud and repetitive it is, and “Bohemian Rhapsody” continues to play on while Eddie stays distracted from the original vacuuming task and gently bounces on his toes and mouths the lyrics. It’s not until he notices the movement out of the corner of his eye that he turns around and flinches at the sight of Richie standing in the doorway.

Eddie plucks an earbud out and furrows his brow. “How’d you get in?”

“What?”

The vacuum is still going. Eddie turns it off and repeats his question.

“Your door isn’t locked,” Richie answers.

Dammit. Eddie props the vacuum against the wall and tosses his phone onto the desk. “I don’t have money to go grab lunch today. I’m on a crunch this week.”

“I wasn’t gonna ask to get food, actually,” Richie says, giving Eddie a tight-lipped smile and raises an eyebrow. “Am I not allowed to just want to hang out?”

“I dunno, man.” Eddie huffs and drapes himself over his desk chair. “Sometimes I wonder if you just use me for lunch money. Like a glorified high school bully.” Richie takes a seat on Eddie’s bed and the first thing Eddie notices is the mud all over Richie’s sneakers and how much he brought into the room. So much for vacuuming.

Richie chuckles at Eddie’s remark. “You say that like I didn’t try to crack Henry Bower’s kneecaps with Stan’s baseball bat senior year.”

“Keyword is ‘tried’.”

“Whatever.” Richie sighs and flops back onto the squeaky mattress. “There’s actually a new cafe a little ways downtown-”

“Did you forget the entirety of what I just said?”

Richie raises his hand. “I’ll pay, relax.” He strains his neck to look up at Eddie. “Maybe the nice, warm coffee will loosen up that stick in your ass.” Eddie scrunches his face at that. “It’s a short walk.”

“I have to study,” Eddie argues.

“Didn’t look like you were when I came in. You can spare an extra twenty minutes.”

“Okay, well, it’s freezing cold outside and I don’t feel like walking anywhere today.”

“…I’ve got to go awayyy-”

“Please don’t start singing.”

“I can be the Idina Menzel to your Michael Buble.” Richie stands up and takes Eddie’s hands, pulling him up from the chair. “I’ll hold your hands-”

“Richie-”

“They’re just like ice-”

“That should be my line,” Eddie finally laughs, letting his hands go limp in Richie’s.

Richie grins. “You sing it then.”

Eddie’s stomach flutters as he stares up at him. Glasses smudged with fingerprints, a couple of crooked teeth, light scruff spread across his jaw.

Shit.

Richie continues: “I ought to say no, no, no-”

Eddie giggles again and pushes against Richie’s shoulders, but the other pulls Eddie into his chest. “You are intolerable,” Eddie mutters against his jacket.

“We either stay here and sing a duet together or you can come grab coffee with me.”

Eddie squints at him, but there’s a faint smile stretched on his lips. “This a date, Tozier?” It’s joking, but… he wouldn’t be opposed to it-

“There’s only enough room in my heart for one Kaspbrak, and, I hate to break it to ya, it’s not you, babe.” Eddie gives a disgusted groan. “Come on,” Richie says, finally releasing Eddie and walking over to the door. “You still need a jacket?”

Eddie knows for a fact he has one of his own. “Sure,” he says.

It had been snowing all week up on campus. The few inches of what was leftover from last night’s storm crunch beneath both Eddie and Richie feet as they walk down the street, passing through the part of town with all of the small businesses. Eddie’s never been particularly fond of snow; it’s wet and it’s cold and his fingers go numb and having to warm back up is such an inconvenience. But he does have a lot of fond memories involving it. He remembers seeing the losers running up his porch steps after school was canceled for the day, and getting bundled up and going out to build a snowman after ignoring his mother’s protests about how he’ll get sick and to come back in as soon as his nose starts to run. His nose is running a bit now. He doesn’t give it a second thought.

Also, Richie’s sweatshirt is, unsurprisingly, too long. Like, way too long. The sleeves are a good couple of inches past his fingertips and the bottom hem is halfway down his thighs. It’s funny because Richie is ridiculously skinny, just ridiculously long. Eddie can hear the dick joke in his head. He’s glad he didn’t say anything out loud.

“Cold?” Richie asks him, his voice followed by a cloud that Eddie isn’t quite sure whether it’s from his breath or the cigarette dangling from Richie’s lips. Probably both.

“Duh,” Eddie replies, shuddering. He lifts a hand to take the cigarette and drop it into the snow, seeing Richie shaking his head out of the corner of his eye. “You told me you were quitting.”

“I said I was working on it,” Richie grumbles, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

Eddie bumps Richie with his shoulder. “Don’t get cranky with me. I’m looking out for you.”

Richie bumps him back. “The whole point of college is to be able to do whatever you want.”

“Not with me here.”

“Well, maybe I should’ve gone to California.”

“Pfft. You wouldn’t survive without me.”

Richie wraps an arm around Eddie’s shoulder and pulls him into his side. The extra warmth is graciously comforting. “You give yourself too much credit, Eds. I’m a big boy.”

“Yeah, right.”

“In more ways than one.”

There’s the long-awaited dick joke. Eddie smacks the hand dangling over his shoulder and Richie yelps in response.

They take their seats at a small booth by the big windows at the front of the cafe. There’s a good amount of people strolling through the streets, and Eddie notices a few couples, holding hands as they walk together. He has to pry his eyes off of them.

Richie sits with his back against the window and his legs sprawled across the entirety of the booth seat, propping the menu on a raised knee. Eddie gives him a funny look for it and only gets a shrug from the other in response.

“Whatcha gonna get?” Richie asks him.

Eddie skims over the options. He’s not really the type to branch out coffee-wise. “Mmm… the cinnamon latte looks good,” he answers.

“Lame.” Richie closes his menu and slaps it down on the table. “I’m getting a strawberry milkshake.”

“…It’s 9 in the morning and the middle of winter.”

Richie gives him a blank look. “And?”

Eddie lets out a long breath and places his menu on top of the other. “By 'big boy’ you meant twelve years old and not an adult man.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say.” Richie sits up normally and leans on an elbow. “So how’s that studying you mentioned earlier going?”

Eddie shrugs, sinking into his seat. “Hard, I guess.”

“You always do just fine.” Richie reaches over the table to pat his shoulder, and the touch buzzes through Eddie’s skin. “Fuckin’… smart cookie.”

“Thanks,” Eddie says with a forced smile.

The waitress takes their orders and then sets down their drinks after a couple of minutes of waiting. Richie asks for another straw for the milkshake, and the waitress initially gives a confused look but pulls one out of the apron pocket and slides it in Eddie’s direction before walking off.

“I didn’t want any,” Eddie tells Richie, pulling his mug towards him.

“Just in case.” Richie doesn’t bother with the straws at first and instead takes a sip from the rim of the glass, leaving a stripe of bright pink across his upper lip. “Can’t have you drinking from my straw. Too many germs.”

“Well, your mouth just touched it so you’ve technically already contaminated it.”

Richie wipes his mouth with his sleeve, but there’s still a bit stuck to the pitiful excuse of a mustache he has growing there. “That’s unfortunate.” He unwraps both straws and puts them in the drink. “It’s good, you should try it.”

Eddie shakes his head. “I’ll pass. You could be sick and that is the last thing I need right now.”

“I don’t feel sick,” Richie says.

“Yeah, well,” Eddie replies as he lifts his cup from its saucer and stares down into the foam, “You can still carry bacteria or viruses, or both, even without showing symptoms.”

“Thank you, Dr. K. They teach you this in med school?”

“You would not understand a word of what I learn in med school,” Eddie giggles, sipping from his drink.

“I don’t understand a word of what you tell me already,” Richie says. Eddie looks up at him from his coffee and he’s staring at Eddie with this… look, with a faint smile and raised eyebrows.

“What?” Eddie questions.

“What?”

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Cus you’re too smart for me, Eds.” Richie breaks the eye contact and stirs the whipped cream into his shake with one of the straws. “You’re gonna… go and be a doctor and do some great damn things. I mean, who knows what I’ll end up doing.”

“Rich,” Eddie murmurs, setting his mug down and giving Richie a gentle look. “You know you’re smart too, right?”

Richie shrugs. “Yeah, but… not in, like, a useful way.”

“Define a 'useful way’.”

The other lets out a strong exhale. “I’m not gonna be a doctor, or a lawyer, or any of that shit. I’ll probably end up a fuckin’ starving artist while the rest of you are out making six figures.” When there’s a pause of silence, Richie just shrugs again and leans back into the seat. “Whatever. Sorry to kill the mood.”

“You don’t have to have it all figured out right now,” Eddie tells him. “And I’ll be here every step of the way while you do figure it out.”

Richie looks up and warmly smiles. “See? You’re too smart and too wise for me. You got a coffee in winter and I got a god damn strawberry milkshake.”

Eddie laughs, reaching for shake’s glass. “You know what, maybe I will try it just to make you feel better.”

“That’s the spirit.”

They finish their drinks and begin the walk back to Eddie’s dorm. Eddie got a cheesecake slice to take with, since he thoroughly believes he deserves it after how hard he’s been working.

As they’re making their way up the sidewalk that leads to to the building, Eddie secretly prays that Richie doesn’t ask about the sweatshirt, as he’s realized through the thirty minutes of wearing it how comfy it is. It smells a little bit like weed if Eddie buries his nose far enough into the collar, but the faint scent of the cheap body wash and deodorant Richie uses is pleasant, Eddie guiltily admits to himself.

Eddie leads them up the steps and turns to Richie with a smile. “That was actually fun. Thank you for taking me,” he says.

Richie shrugs and returns a smile of his own. “Would’ve brought the others with, but they were either busy or asleep.”

Eddie chuckles, but he knows deep down how much he appreciated getting to hang out with Richie outside of a group setting.

There are a few seconds of silence alongside eye contact that Eddie knows holds something with meaning from how heavy it is. He can feel himself subconsciously start to lean towards the other.

“Richie-”

“Are you gonna kiss me?”

Eddie immediately recoils and he can feel his stomach lurch. “What?”

Richie’s shoulders visually stiffen. “Are you- are you gonna kiss me?”

“Why would I try to-”

“B-because like if you’re gonna kiss me I just-”

“-kiss you?”

“-wanted to warn you that I, um, I probably have cigarette breath and-”

“Richie-”

“-I have mints on me, if you… if you want to kiss me. If you want to.”

They’re staring at each other again. Eddie has a deeply knitted brow and the panic in Richie’s fair is clear as day.

Richie clears his throat after a few moments and begins to turn away. “I should, uh, probably… go.”

No, no, no, don’t leave right now!

The adrenaline spike is almost painful.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” Eddie chokes out.

Richie turns his body back towards Eddie, giving him a worried expression. “…More than anything,” he says.

There’s another pause. Richie blinks at him. Eddie takes a shaky step forward and places his hand on Richie’s cheek, the skin warm underneath his numbingly cold fingertips.

“More than anything?” Eddie echoes, looking up into Richie’s deep brown eyes.

Richie nods, and Eddie connects their lips.

The air is fucking freezing, and Eddie is dying to get inside. Regardless, he wraps his other arm around Richie’s shoulders. There’s a hand on his waist and another on the back of his neck, and when Richie pulls back a mere inch, his breath is hot against Eddie’s face.

“Your mouth really does taste like cigarettes,” Eddie quietly tells him. Richie tilts his head back and lets out a loud bout of laughter. Eddie giggles himself before peppering kisses along Richie’s jaw while Richie reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a little box of Tic Tacs, opening the lid and pouring way too many into his mouth.

“Can we go inside?” Eddie asks, snaking his arms around Richie’s waist. Richie waggles his brows in a suggestive manner, and Eddie punches his arm. “Not like that, stupid. I’m cold.”

“Can we kiss inside?”

Eddie rolls his eyes with a grin. “Yes, we can kiss inside.”

And so they do.

#hehe #mae's stuff #my writing #reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it 2017 #it 2019 #it chapter 2 #it chapter two #secret santa

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broken-clover · 4 years

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AU-gust Day 21- Professional Rivals (Very, very late)

...yeah. I am. Very behind. But I’m trying to work on it

I wasn’t entirely sure how to interpret this prompt. I ended up going with something a bit superhero-esque again, but a lot more lighthearted than the last one, sort of inspired by Dr. Doofenschmirtz and Perry the Playpus. Nothing too dark or serious, just kind of dumb.

Sin let the weight of his body more than anything else push the door open to his apartment as soon as he felt the lock click. He managed to avoid stumbling over and hitting the carpet face-first, but only barely. At least he didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing him in the state he was in. Though he did notice a pair of slip-ons by the door, which made his shoulders sag further with an emotion he didn’t have a word for.

“Hey, Mattie.” He called into the empty space, slumping against the door behind him. “I’m back.”

Soft footsteps echoed somewhere in the bathroom. “Sin? You’re home already?”

He managed to stand himself up again and take a few tentative steps, clinging onto the gash on his arm that had just barely begun to clot. “Yeah, ran out of tasks to do so they let me out early. Bridget on the night shift again?”

“No, he should be home in a few minutes, hence why I was so surprised it was you and not him.” Sin sat down on his bed and watched as the silhouette in the bathroom moved towards the doorframe. “He’s bringing pizza with him, though, so at least we have that to look forward-

The two of them paused in place, completely halted by the sight of each other’s state.

“...Wow.” They said, in perfect unison. “You look terrible.”

Sin ran a hand through his hair, immediately regretting it when he realized he was staining it with blood. “Hehe. Yeah, rough day at work today.”

“That looks remarkably painful.” Bedman limped over, a hand hovering over Sin’s cut arm. “You’re all scraped up...what happened?

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Sin soared over the cityscape in a ball of lightning, sparks crackling off his skin in iridescent arcs. He wiped the blood running from his nose and tried to focus on the dark cloud hovering up ahead.

“You’re gonna have to hit harder than that to do me in, big guy!” He shouted over the rush of wind. With a few more sharp bursts, he was at eye-level with the peculiar contraption. “Brought a new toy today? Hope it’s sturdier than the one I trashed last week!”

His taunting was interrupted by a series of metallic clicks. A dozen or so little objects were ejected from the hovercraft, which unfolded into hovering metal discs that immediately began chasing after him.

“W-whoa- !” Sin shouted, barely managing to dodge their sharp blades.

“Don’t be getting cocky, dear Mr. Raiden!” A warped, mechanical voice resounded from the main machine. “You look so cute scared out of your mind!”

Sin grinned back at him. “Y’think I’m scared, Oneiroi?” He fired off another bolt, making one of them explode. “I’m just hoping these ones are an actual challenge this time!”

Heroics weren’t quite where he’d seen himself ending up, but he couldn’t have been happier. Saving the day, stopping the bad guy, and getting out a bit of extra energy. It wasn’t the most high-stakes hero town, he was the only one there, after all (and he couldn’t remember the last time Oneiroi had made a fully serious plan as far as he knew) but Sin was perfectly happy where he was.

Well, most of the time. In his distraction, a blade whizzed by, drawing blood and leaving a mark Sin didn’t even feel until a few moments later.

The remote drones immediately freezed in the air, bobbing harmlessly. “Oh- oh shit.” The electronic voice’s tone suddenly shifted, from aggrandizing and pompous to concerned. “That wasn’t supposed to do that. You okay?”

“Nggh- I’m fine.” He wasn’t done for the day, and he certainly wasn’t going to throw in the towel as soon as he’d gotten nicked! That was just pathetic, for both of them.

“Are you sure? I can give you a minute to sit down-”

Grinning under his mask, Sin grabbed the nearest drone and spun before hurling it right back at where it had come from, wreathed in electricity.

“Sit on this!”

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“Bit of a funny story.” Replied Sin, grinning with a bit of cheek. “Was helping deliver another truckload of slate across the 4 & 15, and I guess they did a shitty job blowing up the tires or something, whole thing toppled right into some poor old lady’s backyard!”

His roommate seemed to find it much less funny, mouth opening in quiet shock before he uneasily sat down on the nearest bed.

“A car accident?? And you didn’t think to tell Bridget or I about this? Not even a text?!”

Sin threw up his hands, immediately wincing and going back to grabbing his arm. “Easy, man! I was fine, It wasn’t a big deal! Besides, you didn’t mention whatever happened to you.” He gestured to the other, a lot more carefully. “What’s with that ding on the back of your head? And why’s your wrist bandaged up?”

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“DANGER. DANGER. SHIELD TAKING DAMAGE.”

“ -agh!” the projectile had managed to knock his ship’s gyroscope off a bit when it struck, throwing him into the far wall console. He winced at the sore, and not to mention wet spot on the back of his head when he went to touch it. He’d seen much worse, but it would definitely take a few days to heal.

He knew he was vulnerable, but a second hit didn’t come. “Uh, you okay in there?” A slightly muffled voice came through the speakers. “Too much?”

After making sure it hadn’t been damaged, Bedman patched through to the speaker system with his helmet. “Are you being facetious? That hardly scuffed my outer plating! You’re going to have to do better than that to damage- khh- ow-” He winced, immediately sitting back down as soon as he’d tried to prop himself up with his free hand. Had he twisted it? At least it wasn’t his writing arm…

“Seriously, need a breather?” The other said.

“N-no! I’m perfectly fine!” He managed to scrabble to his knees with one arm, clinging onto the control panel for support as he pulled himself up, panting with effort. He tried to grin wickedly. “But while you were distracted, Raiden, you have unwittingly lowered your guard! Take this!”

He slammed a fist down on one of the large, brightly-colored buttons (a bit cliche, but they were helpful for his astigmatism). The sound of rockets firing off was supposed to sound, but he found himself tilting his head at the silence.

“Uh...Oneiroi?” Raiden’s voice came through again. “Tech error?”

“No! No, I’m sure I just hit the wrong-” He smacked it again, but still nothing. “Um…”

A little sigh followed it. “Yeah, let’s- let’s take five, okay?”

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“Well, erm, there was a bit of an incident down at the office.” He shrugged innocently. “Shiina asked me to refill the printer trays, and I thought it would be a good idea to bring the paper bundles up the stairs- you know, exercise and building muscle and all that- but I wasn’t as careful as I could have been, I suppose, and I...erm, fell down from the top step.”

Sin cringed. “Yikes. That’s gotta hurt. Definitely made a good call, wrapping it up.”

“And it looks like you should do the same.” Bedman walked off and came back with the first-aid kit and a wet washcloth, the latter of which he pressed against Sin’s arm. “Just sit still. So aside from that, was the rest of your day okay?”

“Yeah, totally, everything was fine. You?”

“I was having a bit of a rough patch, but I had a nice talk with one of the other coders, that was nice.”

“Oh, really?”

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The front panel of the hovercraft had folded over into a neat little platform that now hosted a cooler and a foldout chair.

“You don’t drink, right? Lemon-Lime Fizz?” The villain asked, offering a can to his rival. Raiden continued to hover a few feet away, though in a perfectly comfortable lounge.

“Ooh, yeah, toss me that.” He cracked the can open as soon as it hit his fingers. “So what’s up? You seem out of it.”

Oneiroi tapped fingers on his helmet. “I guess I just feel a little off today. Didn’t expect you would notice.”

“Aww, don’t be like that, man! You’re my nemesis! I notice these things.”

He supposed that was true, and it was nice. He could remember nervously typing up a memo on Heroes4Villains.com (‘M25 evil engineer, coder and aspiring megalomaniac seeking monogamous hero rival, serious applicants only, please!) at a fellow villain’s behest. He’d never had a real nemesis, but he was happy having Raiden. A bit dense, but he was a skilled electromancer and he made for an excellent enemy to battle on a regular basis.

He thought a moment before speaking. “Am I not adequately menacing? I’m worried I’ve gotten...a bit out of practice, as it were.”

Raiden blinked in shock, before shaking his head and waving him down. “Nah, man! You’re totally menacing! Those new drones of yours were super scary!”

“You really thought so?”

“Yeah!”

“Maybe I should commit to the motif a bit more?” He pulled out a roll of blueprints and unfurled it. “I had a concept saved for an army of robotic sheep with laser eyes, but the outer casing was complicated and I wasn’t sure if it was too...what’s the word…’hokey?’ I’m no Terumi or anything but I’d like to avoid coming across as too silly, you know?”

“I get you, totally.” Raiden nodded. “I think a lot of villains aren’t into the whole ‘motif’ thing anymore, but I totally get wanting to have a theme. And those tend to be some of your most creative plots! Remember the time you flooded city hall with nightmare gas during the benefactor’s dinner? That was iconic!”

Oneiroi looked down at his blueprints again. “Perhaps I could give this model another go...I know I didn’t exactly have a whole plan thought out for next tuesday. Maybe I could use my laser sheep to kidnap the mayor…?"

The other man smiled in approval. “Sounds good to me! Mayor Whitefang sounded like he needed a break from desk work too, he could probably use another kidnapping-for-ransom. It’s been a while since you did that!”

As he went to say something, a light began to blink and beep on Oneiroi’s gauntlet. “I wasn’t expecting that to pop up so soon.”

“Got a call or something?”

“Promised I’d help another villain remodel their evil lair, I wanted to cancel but they couldn’t get anyone else to help out. Is it fine if I leave early?”

Raiden nodded again. “Sure, sure man, by all means. I get it. Uh, and this is why you never underestimate the power of the good guys?”

“Of course. Curse you, Raiden? I’ll beat you next time?”

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“...Yeah. It was nice.”

“Well, guess it wasn’t that bad of a day after all!” Sin beamed, throwing his bandaged arm around his roommate’s shoulders as soon as he had finished. “And now, all we’ve gotta do is chillax and wait! Hopefully Bridget ‘ll be back soon with dinner.”

“I don’t suppose we would happen to be getting garlic knots, as well…?

“You know it!”

“Excellent.”

#AU-gust #writing #guilty gear #Sin Kiske #Bedman

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magma-queen · 6 years

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Diodeshipping fanfic: #10 Fun in the snow

I told you! I told y'all there'd be a fic on this! >:3 enjoy!

It came that time of year, when the weather started getting even closer than it was in the fall. Snow started falling from the sky onto the beautiful Lumiose city. Covering the entire city in a blanket.

Cuddling inside, Ash and Clemont were sitting on the couch enjoying each other’s company and slowly starting to fall asleep in each other’s arms. Ash noticed outside the window that it was about 2ft of snow out, so he nudged the inventor.

“Hey.. I got a great idea..”

“Uh oh.” Clemont teased. “That’s not a good sign.”

Ash scoffed and playfully hit him on the shoulder. “No no really. Let’s go outside and play in the snow. It looks beautiful out there.”

“Mmm..” He cuddles close to his chest. “I’m not sure.. I kind of want to stay in here and cuddle with you near the fire.”

“Pleeeeease Clem? It’ll be fun! And.. maybe when we’re done playing in the snow, we could have some more quality cuddle time with some hot chocolate. Whaddya say?”

Clemont hesitated for a second, then Ash started to make one of his pouty faces. Clemont put his hand to his face.

“Ash don’t make that face. You know-“

“Mmmmm??”

Clemont had to giggle at him. “Alright alright.. I can’t say no to your face~” He kissed his cheek.

*chuckle* “Good! It’s a snow date then!”

After a few more minutes of warm cuddles, the two threw their jackets on and went outside, the view was absolutely gorgeous. Not one place around them was not covered in snow.

As soon as they stepped outside, Ash immediately jumped into the snow, starting to make a snow angel. After he was finished, he jumped back up and looked to see if he made it right, he didn’t. Clemont busted out laughing as Ash looked at it with disbelief.

“What is that??? It’s a huge circle! Wow, I must be bad at making snow angels..” He laughed.

“Aww, don’t beat yourself up about it, love. It’s a nice..... snow... *snort* pit.”

Ash noticed it did look like a pit in the snow he just dug up. He crossed his arms. “You makin fun of me Clem? Mm?”

*snort* N-No! It’s just.. *snicker* Okay okay, I’m sorry-“ He was laughing so much he couldn’t finish his sentence. Ash pouted at him.

After a little while. Clemont moved to a huge pile of snow and he tried to start rolling it up into balls, he wanted to start a snowball fight with Ash. But Ash... has other plans.

Ash snuck up to his love with a handful of snow, he caught him by surprise and shoved the snow into his clothes.

“Aaaaaaah!!!” He jumped, falling into the pile, shivering. “Cold!!! Cold cold cold-“ He rose up and glared at his boyfriend, who was too busy laughing at him. “Oh god oh god- So cold!!! ASH!!!”

“Hahahahahahahahahaha-!”

“Oh y-yeah? Y-you th-think that’s funny? Brr.. take this!” He rolled up a ball of snow and threw it at Ash.

It landed smack in the middle of Ash’s face. The look on his face Clemont knew, this was war. They both ran to the opposite side and started throwing snowballs at each other.

After the fighting had settled down a little, Clemont grew worried, he knew Ash was going to sneak up on him and pummel him with snow. But the question is, when? That’s what he was scared about.

Ash did in fact, sneak around and then up behind his boyfriend. But he had no snow in his hands, he smirked and crept up even closer, then took his prey.

“GOTCHA!”

“AAAAHAAAAH!!”

He pinned the nerd down in the snow and took his gloves off. Then he buried his hands underneath his jacket and shirt.

“Stop it!! Oh my god your hands are so cold!!” He shivered, trying to squirm away.

Ash started tickling him.

“Hahahahahahahahahahaha!!! Hehehehey!!! ASH STOP IT!! *snort* We were hahahaving a snowbahahahall fihihihight!!! Not a- HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Thahahahahat’s cheheeheheheheating!!!”

Ash smirked, attacking his ribs. “Who said anything about cheating? This is totally fair. Awwww~ You’re cold but your face is turning red, love.”

“Plehehehehehehase stahahahahop!!!” He begged, squirming around in the snow.

“Do you surrender?”

“Y-YEHEHEHES!”

Ash decide to tease him a little more. “Who’s the snowball fight king?”

“OH MY G- WIHIHILL YOU STAHAHAHAHOP IHIHIHIHIT?!?!” He squealed, his glasses fell into the snow.

“Who is he?”

“Okayokayokay- YOU ARE!” He squeaked.

Ash stopped, picking his glasses up and giving them to him.

“That was mean. You’re a cheater.” He pouted.

“Awww c’mon Clem. We both had fun out here, didn’t we?” He smiled.

Clemont had to smile back. “Alright, it’s true. Coming out here was a good idea, babe.”

Ash squished him in a hug. “Now, how about we go back inside and I give you those warm cuddles I promised you?”

“That would be great, Ash..” He shivered. “Because nothing would be better, and also, I’M FREEZING..”

Ash chuckled, he started to lift the inventor up from the ground and pick him up.

“Wh-What are you doing??” He blushed, holding him with his arms around his neck.

Ash smirked. “Carrying my Clemmy pie back inside to warm up and cuddle, what else?”

Clemont swooned, cuddling him. Ash went back inside and they both snuggled up on the couch. After some cuddle time, Ash got up to make some hot chocolate.

Clemont sat his mug on the table, Ash’s kisses were distracting him too much. He held Ash’s shoulders playfully pushing him away.

*Snort* “A-Ash-!”

He peppered kisses all over his face. “I can’t help it! You’re so adorable and so perfect I can’t NOT kiss you! C’mere!”

“Aaah-!”

Ash tackle hugged him and nuzzled him affectionately, kissing his cheek.

“Y-You’re being extra affectionate today, even for you. Are you alright, Ash?” He giggled.

Ash laughed. “I’m just fine, dear. I just.. I love you more than anything..”

Clemont couldn’t help but his face turning beet red. He tried to cover his blush with his face but Ash wouldn’t let him. Ash brought a finger to his chin and lifted his face to him for a kiss.

Ash stopped the kiss and nuzzled their noses together. Then he tickled under his chin with his finger.

“Ash! Hehe- Stop that-!”

Ash smiled, still torturing him and enjoying his adorable giggle. “But you’re so cute.”

“But it tickles!” He flinched, pushing his hand away, then pulling him for another kiss.

Ash chuckled at him and slipped his freezing hands under his shirt.

“Aaaah-! Aaaah-! Coooold-!” The gym leader flinched, he felt Ash’s cold arms wrap around his torso. “Stop it!! Hahahaha!! That’s too cold-!”

“But my hands are cold, babe.”

Clemont tried to back away from him, no such luck. “No shit!! AAH!”

Ash smiled. “And you’re warm.” He wrapped him closer to him. “So I must warm my hands up..”

He didn’t know that his hands had gotten tucked into his boyfriend’s armpits, Clemont flinched again and busted into hysterics.

“Stop!! Stop!!” He squealed. “You’re tickling me!!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about~” Ash teased, now wiggling his frigid fingers at him.

“Oh god stahahahahop!! HAHAHAHA!! Nohohohoho fahahahair..!” He tossed and turned, trying escape Ash’s hands.

His hands finally warmed up and he let him go, Clemont pushes his face away but that doesn’t work. Ash then constricted his arms around him again and laid on his lap.

Clemont sighed and rubbed his back like he was a Persian in his lap. “You are such a dick..”

“Yup, but I’m yours, cutie.” He smiled.

As the hours went by, and the snow still fell, it came near nighttime. The couple didn’t want to get up. Soon after they decide to sleep on the couch, Luxray hopped on top of them.

“Hey! Luxray!” Clemont yelped, waking up.

“Get off!” Ash laughed.

*purr* “Luxray! Lux..”

Clemont looked up at the clock, then looked out the window, the outside was covered in snow still. He sighed.

“It’s getting late, Ash. We should probably head to bed.”

“Awww, Alright.” He said, getting up, then petting Luxray.

Clemont also got up. “Luxray. Come.”

The lion Pokemon nodded, but smirked.

“Hm? Aaah-!”

Ash had picked up again.

“Ahahash!”

*chuckle* “Come on, Clem. Let’s continue our cuddle session asleep in bed.”

He carried him to bed then they both fell asleep, Luxray hopped on with Pikachu on the foot of the bed and fell asleep too.

#Anon talks #Fic #My fics #Pokemon #Diodeshipping #Ash #Clemont #Tickling #There is not one concept I can’t make with these cuties :3

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wolfie-dragon-rider · 6 years

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Friendly Dares with Benefits

This is a little drabble based on THIS prompt, sent to me by @astridthevalkyrie. I thought it fit well with Hiccstrid, and some of my friends agreed! @twiggy242 and @slavicviking created their own drabbles based on this prompt, and you can find them HERE and HERE. Check them out (after reading mine, of course ;)

Summary: When his friends dare inexperienced Hiccup to buy a heapload of condoms from the local store, he initially thinks it's just another silly prank. But he quickly changes his mind when he realizes his crush is the only cashier available. Modern AU oneshot. Rating: Hard T for non-explicit jokey discussion of condoms. Genre: Comedy/Romance Pairing: Hiccstrid Length: 2301 words

When he picked up a box of Durex Intimate Feel condoms from the store shelf, Hiccup decided he hated his friends. Hell, he wasn't sure if they were really friends. Didn't friends do fun things on Friday night? Go out, drink, have a party? Not that Hiccup liked doing those things, the very smell of beer made him gag, but he'd prefer it over… this.

"Oh look, these are perfect for you, Hiccup!" Snotlout said, pushing a box of B Close: Smaller Condoms in the shopping basket. He groaned, but decided not to put them back. The sooner the basket was full, the sooner he could forget this ever happened.

"Are you sure those are small enough? I think these should fit!" Tuffnut said, tossing a box at Hiccup. It narrowly missed the basket, clattering to the floor. The sound echoed through the aisle, and Hiccup was glad it was nearly closing time, at least. No families with small children to glare at them at 8 PM.

He bent over, careful not to spill the contents of his basket, and rolled his eyes when he picked up the box of Finger Condoms. Feels better than wearing nothing!, the box said. This one he really wanted to put back, but what was the point.

It wasn't like he was ever going to use these anyway. He'd just… go to the cashier, have the most painful horrific awkward minute of his life, put the condoms in his backpack, and throw them all in the trash when he got home.

Stupid dare. Why had he agreed to do it again? Oh right, because he couldn't resist peer pressure, especially when Snotlout and Tuffnut started teasing him over his… lack of experience with condoms. And honestly everything condoms were associated with. And then Ruffnut joined in, saying they would get him started on his 'journey to not being a total virgin'.

And according to her, the first step on that journey was… going to a supermarket on Friday night and buying twenty condoms. He had protested, of course, but when they asked if he really had anything better to do on Friday night, there was little Hiccup had been able to say.

Fishlegs dumped a box in the basket, and Hiccup was pulled out of his daydream to see a simple box of standard condoms. Well, the size still said 'Large', but from what Hiccup could tell those were average sized. What dumb scale went from 'above average' to 'extra extra large'?

The box had a picture of a man and a woman in bed together. The blonde woman reminded Hiccup of the fact that while he hadn't had plans for tonight, that didn't mean he hadn't had plans for plans.

He had been so close to getting a date. Astrid was there in his class, this morning right before lunch. He had it all planned out. They'd sit next to each other, laugh at Professor Bucket's antics, and then when the bell rang, he'd ask her out.

Of course, his plans never worked out. His bike had a flat tire, making him late for the class, and the only empty spot had been two rows behind her. And then when the bell rang, Dr. Bucket stopped him, wanting to talk about his art assignment.

By the time he had reached the cafeteria and saw Astrid surrounded by her friends, his courage had dried up.

So now he was here, being dared by his classmates to buy condoms he'd never use because the only person he could imagine using them with would never go out with him before the expiration date… three years away. Seemed about right.

"Ooh, a surprise pack. Never know what you're gonna get!" Ruffnut cackled, throwing a large brightly colored box in the basket. Hiccup frowned when he examined it, but the content count sparked anger.

"Hey, this one already contains 40… uh, thingies!" he shouted, cringing at the echo. "You said I only had to buy 20!"

"Twenty boxes, young Hiccup. Twenty boxes. You don't want to run out before your training is complete, do you?" Ruffnut said, overly calmly like she was talking to a toddler. Hiccup glared, but decided not to push back. This was not a good place to make a scene.

"Ooh, flavored ones! Which one does A- uhm, Hiccup like?" Tuffnut said, and Hiccup whipped around to look, immediately recoiling at the… exotic tastes people came up with.

"It doesn't matter, does it? He's not the one who will… experience that part," Fishlegs said awkwardly, grabbing another generic box to put in the basket. 8 boxes in there now. Just a few more.

"I don't know, at his dating rate he's gonna have to suck his own-" Snotlout said, before Hiccup shushed him. Sure, the store was practically deserted, but there were limits dammit.

"Just grab one of every flavor. Strawberry, chocolate, vanilla. Hehe, they even have banana flavor," Ruffnut said, pulling Hiccup's arm holding the basket closer to the shelf so she could push a whole row in.

"So are you guys gonna pay for this?" Hiccup asked after gulping at seeing the price of the surprise box.

"Dude, it's your journey, you're gonna pay for it. Besides, your dad gives you tons of cash, you can afford it," Tuff said, and Hiccup rolled his eyes. A lot of money to waste on something he was gonna throw away, but there was no getting out of it now.

"And I think that's about it! The started pack for Hiccup's Journey to Becoming a Man!" Ruffnut said, tossing a box of 'Trojan: Fire and Ice - warming and tingling sensations for both partners' in the now overflowing basket. Hiccup used his free hand to stop the peach-flavored ones from falling out, and sighed deeply.

Time to get this over with. This wouldn't be so bad. It was just a retail worker. They're used to crazy stuff. Hiccup was sure the cashier wouldn't even register the stuff he was buying! Like some random guy would care that a random stranger was buying condoms. Even if it was an… interesting assortiment of condoms.

He took a deep breath, before walking out of the aisle towards the registers. He had taken two steps towards them when he froze.

There was only one cashier. That wasn't what scared him. It was normal for there to only be one around this time. No, it was the fact that he recognized that hair, that braid, even as she was turned away from him.

Hiccup heard his 'friends' snigger behind him, and he knew he had been set up. Ruffnut was friends with Astrid. Hell, Hiccup had seen them together at lunch today!

In less than a second Hiccup decided to back out. She hadn't seen him yet, he could put everything back and buy something normal. He doubted she was in on the prank.

But when he turned around and saw his friends' heads peeking out behind the shelf, he hesitated.

"Come on, become a man!" Ruffnut whispered loudly, and he quickly glanced over his shoulder to make sure Astrid hadn't heard that. But she was focused on a book she was reading. She looked pretty like that, off in her own world. And Hiccup suddenly felt a fire inside him, something that made him turn back around and walk towards the register with big steps.

The moment she heard his footsteps and looked up he regretted everything in his life that had led up to this moment.

"Oh, hey Hiccup! Here for some late-night shopping?" she asked, putting her book down and marking the page. He couldn't possibly run away now.

"Uhhhhh… something like that, yeah," he said resisting the urge to put on his hood to have something to hide behind, and instead just putting the basket upside down over the belt.

Astrid was deadly silent when the boxes bounced all over her belt, thankfully not falling over the edge. He refused to look in her direction, instead staring at his basket as he put it on the pile of other shopping baskets.

A few seconds passed during which Hiccup desperately waited for the beeping of the scanner to start, but instead he heard a chuckle.

"That's quite a haul," she eventually said, and Hiccup involuntarily looked up to see her barely holding in her laughter.

His brain went into overdrive trying to think of something, anything to say, but all that came out of his mouth was a choked grunt.

"Is this all for you? There's… a lot of different sizes in here. Are you sure that's what you want? They gotta… uhm, fit," she asked, finally starting to scan the generic boxes.

Oh god, oh god, oh god, he couldn't say no! That'd be backing out of the dare! But if he said yes, what would she think? That he was buying them for friends? That he had crazy parties?

What if she thought that they were for his… partners?! Partners who had parts that needed condoms? Enough partners that he needed so many different sizes? That'd put quite a damper on his plans to ever ask her out. Of course, this entire event had already pushed that back by like 2 years before he'd even consider it, but now he could never look her in the eye again!

"I… uh… I... You…" he stuttered as the scanner kept beeping, and from the corner of his eye he saw she had now reaching the more.. adventurous condoms. Oh gods, why was she chuckling? Was that… Is she laughing?!

Hiccup looked up again to see Astrid holding a bright yellow box saying 'Trojan XXXL Extra Ribbed - for that bareskin experience', her eyes darting between it and him.

"Pfffffff, I'm so sor- Hahaha, I really should be more professional but… HAHAHAHAHA" she laughed, and Hiccup wasn't sure what the funny image in her head was. Him wearing it, or him being in bed with someone who was wearing it? His face heated up, and he rubbed his hand through his hair, hoping she'd be done soon.

"Your face is as red as these ones!" Astrid shouted, doubling over from laughing as she picked up the strawberry flavored condoms, and he couldn't take it anymore.

"It's for a dare, okay! I wasn't… gonna use them!" he blurted out, and Astrid dropped the red box.

"I don't even know how to use them," came out before he could stop himself, and Astrid finally stopped laughing. She suddenly turned her head towards the toiletries aisle, and Hiccup heard scrambling as the four teens tried to hide.

"I knew it! Ruffnut was acting weird all day, asking about my schedule!" she said heatedly, and he looked back at her.

Her eyes burned brightly with rage. Her hand was balled into a fist, the big muscle in her arm clenching. Her lips were squeezed together, and suddenly he wanted to do nothing more than to kiss those lips. His breathing became heavy as blood rushed south.

Oh gods, this is not the time, Hiccup! Stop staring at her, she'll notice! Stop staring! You just admitted you don't know how to put on a condom, she'll know you're a pathetic virgin!

Somehow Astrid couldn't hear the voice in his head screaming at him, as she simply smiled when she met his gaze again.

"You know, there's nothing wrong with… not having a use for the condoms," she slowly said, scanning the last few boxes. His head started spinning, and not just from lack of blood. That was not what he expected her to say.

"I'm guessing your friends probably riled you up, eh? I know Ruffnut, she can get intense about these things. But don't feel bad if you're not ready for that yet," she continued, and Hiccup suddenly wondered if she was talking to him or to herself.

"Uh, thanks," he said, grabbing a few bills from his jacket to pay. She chuckled again when he took off his backpack and shoved the condoms into it with as much dignity as he could muster under the circumstances.

"You know, my shift is over in five minutes. If you don't want to hang out with those knuckleheads for now… we could do something together. Not with the condoms I mean, not yet at least-" Astrid slammed her hands over her mouth as Hiccup stared at her in shock. He was pretty sure his eyebrows had disappeared behind his hair, that's how wide open his eyes were.

"Forget I said that, please. My point is… would you like to grab a drink with me?" she said after an awkward minute, and Hiccup nodded, head spinning.

"Okay, great! I'll just wrap this up-" she said, before being interrupted by Hiccup's shocked laugh.

He was not proud of laughing, she probably hadn't even noticed the wordplay, but his brain was too fried to think about anything other than what had just happened and the objects in his bag.

"I, uh, I'll just say bye to my friends. I'll only take a minute," he managed to say, immediately regretting the last part when Astrid laughed instead.

"Not like… Okay, I'll come back here in five minutes, and then can we just… forget this thing ever happened? Start fresh?" he begged, sure his face was red as strawberries again.

"Throw out the old wrapper and put a new one on?" Astrid blurted out, and then they were both laughing. It took a bit before they both calmed down.

"Okay, see you in five," Hiccup said, and as he walked back to the other teens, he couldn't help but be glad he had accepted the dare.

And maybe he wouldn't immediately throw all the condoms away. Just the extra small ones.

#hiccstrid #httyd #fanfic #hiccup #astrid #Friendly Dares with benefits #condoms #based on a prompt

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Walk A Mile [7/?]

Cover & Disclaimer

Chapter Beta: None at the moment, but I’ll send it to my beta when she gets back from vacation.

AN: So, this is a bit of departure from the usual format, but it’s kind of a time-skip. The first week of the swap, with a lot of things needing to be adjusted to hehe. I put a little bit of plot in places...but really, this is totally filler that I had too much fun writing :D Hope you enjoy reading it!

“Kakashi-sensei!”

SLAM!

The sound of a door being thrown open and hitting the wall yanks him from his dreams. Kakashi vaults upward and snaps, “Reinforce the barriers and send the first wave!”

The familiar surroundings of his living room come back to him, and his dream fades away. The panicked, slightly confused face of Sasuke Uchiha swims into view.

No, wait—not Sasuke. Sakura, he remembers. Must not have gotten enough sleep. Head’s still pounding…

“What is it, Sakura?” he mumbles—maybe; his words are rather slurred.

She frowns at him. “You sleep with your mask on?”

“Not usually,” he replies, rubbing at the scar on the left side of his face and squints up at her. “Is there an emergency, or do you just enjoy shouting yourself hoarse before sun-up?”

Sakura’s expression becomes pinched once more.

“I…have a…problem,” she reveals jerkily.

“That’s remarkably self-aware.”

It’s possible the lack of sleep is affecting his normally easy-going manner.

Sakura draws her borrowed mouth into a thin line, emphasising her expression of utter agony, and glances meaningfully downward. It takes a beat before Kakashi follows her gaze, fixing on something in the southern hemisphere of her borrowed body. Once he does, her total panic makes sense.

A very dark part of him wants to laugh, if only at the absurdity of the whole situation, but Sakura would never forgive him for it. Instead, he schools his face into neutrality and says, “Go take a cold shower. It’ll help.”

Horror overtakes her obvious humiliation, probably at the notion of a shower, but it’s early and he’s exhausted and wouldn’t be doing her any favours sugar-coating things.

“Look, you have three options,” he yawns, falling back against the couch cushions. “Either take a cold shower, which you should do anyway because you’re beginning to stink, or you could wait it out. It’ll eventually go away. Or there’s the old-fashioned method…”

He trails off meaningfully. She doesn’t understand him immediately, but when she does, it looks like she might have a nosebleed.

“What the hell is your problem?!” she snarls. “You can’t say stuff like that!”

“Why, because you’re a girl, or because you’re a kid?” Kakashi challenges.

“Either! Both!” she yells in frustration. “And because this isn’t my body! Besides I’d never… I couldn’t—!” Her face is so flushed with blood now he’s surprised she’s still having a below-the-belt issue. She shoves a finger in his direction. “You’re a pervert, Kakashi-sensei!”

And then stalks away once again slamming the door behind her.

He winces.

And I thought it was just the boys I had to worry about property damage with, he thinks tiredly, curling into the couch and hoping he can get back to sleep.

SLAM!

The door is open once again, and he groans, pressing his face into the couch cushions.

If she does that the whole time she’s here, I’ll never get my security deposit back…

“Kakashi-sensei?” her tone is quieter this time, ashamed.

“What, Sakura?”

“Uh…where’s your washing machine?” she asks, in a tiny voice he would never have thought Sasuke capable of. “I might possibly…maybe…sort of have to do a load of wash.”

He cracks an eye open against the couch cushions. Why…?

“And, uh…do you by any chance have any other sheets?” she squeaks.

Kakashi groans, pulling the covers of his head.

Shit.

ナルト

Sakura paces back and forth in front of the chain-link fence of the usual spot, glancing around every now and then for some sign of Kakashi or Sasuke.

She’s not completely sure how she lost track of her teacher that morning, since they left from the same place. One minute he was behind her, and the next she heard him say he’d catch up, and when she turned around he was gone without even a puff of smoke.

As for Sasuke, he’s uncharacteristically late, and Sakura can’t help worrying.

What if he got caught by my parents? What if my mother says something embarrassing to him? What if Dad makes a really tasteless joke and Sasuke punches him? Oh, I’ll be in so much trouble when we switch back, and we’ll have failed Lord Third’s mission, and…

She inhales sharply and tries to clear her mind.

There’s nothing she can do about any of those things right now.

What she can do is stand here and wait for her teammates so that they can go to wherever Naruto is and make sure he and Condor haven’t killed each other yet.

Sakura tries really hard to just sit there and wait – to lean against the uncomfortable fence and meditate (or whatever it is Sasuke does when they’re waiting for the rest of their team to arrive in the morning). But she can’t stop fidgeting. Every few minutes she crosses her arms or shifts her weight or gives into the compulsion to check the very white, baggy shorts for signs of dirt or grease from the fence.

She starts to wonder if Sasuke wears white shorts just to show off how effortless he finds being a shinobi. As if he doesn’t even have to worry about getting dirty unless he feels like it. She always thought he was just naturally cool, but it might just be that Sasuke actually puts energy into it. It’s the only explanation she can come up with for how he always looks so unruffled, and yet twenty-four hours in his body she feels like a mess.

She’s sweating – is it just me, or is his body-temperature higher than mine? – and is hungry again, even though she ate all the leftovers from dinner the night before this morning.

And, of course, there’s the addition of an extra –

Her thoughts flounder for a moment, her cheeks turning red.

Appendage, she supplies, forcing herself to fight back the mortification and think of things in the same distant terms a doctor might.

It’s not really working.

The point is, the new addition makes even walking feel utterly foreign to her, and that’s the absolute least of the problems associated with her new body.

When Sasuke finally does arrive, Sakura’s worried questions die on her lips as she takes in his rumpled, red-cheeked, veiny-eyed form.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she cries in lieu of any greeting, hands on her hips as she looks him over.

Her normally pristine hair is a tangled mess under his care, brushed in the front but a complete matted nightmare in the back. Sasuke’s borrowed cheeks are reddened by infinitesimal scratches, probably from a rough scrubbing with a cloth, and his eyes –

“You slept with my contacts in, didn’t you?” she hisses.

“I forgot, okay?” he barks, not sounding anything like his usual calm self even with the borrowed voice. “I don’t know how to take them out, or put them in for that matter, and until I do I’m not about to walk around bumping into things.”

“My vision’s not that bad!” Sakura snaps.

“Well, I had more important things to worry about,” Sasuke growls, eyes shifting from left to right to ensure they are alone. In a lower voice, he goes on, “I couldn’t find…where do you keep your…” He trails off, frustrated, and then tugs at something beneath the fabric of the tunic he’s wearing. She recognises the thick strap of a sports bra. “I was going to change this when I woke up, but the only ones I could find were…”

Realisation dawns on her, and warmth floods her cheeks too. “You dug through my underwear drawer?!”

“It’s not like I wanted to! Besides, from the look of them there’s no way to get the damn things on or off, at least with this one I can just pull it over my head!”

Sakura decides to take pity on him. “If you can’t find any sports bras in my drawer, you have to go down and check the laundry room. I wear them the most often because of missions, so they have to be washed out a lot. Maybe my mother did a load – wait.” She shoots him a sharp look. “Are you saying you put that thing on again this morning? It’s filthy!”

“I didn’t put anything on, I slept in it.”

“You’re not supposed to sleep in a bra!”

“How the hell am I supposed to know that?” he counters. “I shouldn’t even be thinking about bras, let alone yours!”

“Say that a little louder, I don’t think they heard you in Kiri,” a familiar voice says, and a second later Kakashi materialises in a puff of smoke. “Yo.”

Sakura lets out a half-groan, half-wail of humiliation while Sasuke glowers at their teacher.

“So, who’s ready for training?” the jōnin asks mildly.

“I hate you,” Sasuke informs him, and Sakura nods in agreement.

ナルト

Naruto wakes to the sun streaming through a window right into his eyes.

With a groan, stretches and yawns, then freezes as his brain catches up with his current surroundings. He is in the wide-open living area of a farmhouse, perched on a makeshift bed of pillows and blankets. He remembers Captain Yamato offering them to him yesterday when he couldn’t get comfortable on the spare sleeping mat –

Because he has cumbersome wings and claws and the weirdly shaped body of an ostrich now.

“Aw, man, it wasn’t a dream!” he wails, throwing his head backward in frustration. “I thought for sure when I woke up all this would be fixed! Aw, man, this sucks…”

“How do you funny little creatures not break your necks in your sleep with all the tossing and turning you do?” Condor wants to know, sitting up on his own sleep pallet. He shakes his arm. “And why does my arm constantly feel like it’s got pine needles sticking into it?”

“Yeah, well, I feel like I slept standing up in a closet…”

“You both snore,” Yamato informs them with a yawn, also sitting up on his bedding.

Condor sets his hands on his hips in indignation. “I beg your pardon, I do no such thing!”

“Yeah!” Naruto pipes up. “And I couldn’t have snored because I didn’t sleep! So maybe it’s you that was snoring, you creepy faced weirdo!”

Yamato blinks at him, bleary eyed from waking, and then glances at Condor. “What’d he say?”

“He says your mother wears army boots.”

“Oi! I did not!”

A knock on the door interrupts the potential bloodshed, and after a sharp look in Naruto’s direction, Yamato goes to open it. Outside, the rest of Team 7 are standing on the landing; Kakashi expression is drawn and exhausted, while Sakura and Sasuke bicker with one another.

Whoa. Now that’s weird…

To an outside observer, it already looks odd to see Sasuke Uchiha haranguing Sakura Haruno, who is clearly trying to tune him out, arms crossed and face pulled into a scowl. It’s even odder because Naruto knows it’s actually the other way around – with Sakura raving at Sasuke – and that has never happened before.

Condor shivers.

“I don’t even know them that well, and that’s just unnatural,” he says.

Naruto nods. “Funny, though.”

“Sakura, Sasuke,” Kakashi says, putting an end to the very strange argument. The two of them glance up. “This is Captain Yamato. He’s going to be working with Naruto and Condor for the duration of this…situation.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Sakura says, offering a shy wave.

Sasuke frowns and gives the man an appraising up-and-down look. Then he turns to Kakashi. “What’s so special about him? He doesn’t look like much.”

“Sasuke!” Sakura chides.

“Yamato’s Mokuton is going to be very helpful keeping the Nine-Tails under control,” Kakashi explains. “On that note – Condor, have you had any more trouble with the fox spirit?”

“Only in that I didn’t sleep at all last night trying to keep the thing from eating me,” the bird snorts.

“You big liar!” Naruto snaps. “You were snoring the whole night, remember? Stop making things seem more dramatic than they are! If I can’t hear the fox, you can’t hear the fox.”

“I’ve already told you the reason you can’t hear him is because you’re thick.”

Naruto bleats at him in wordless anger, and Kakashi clears his throat.

“Yamato can work with you on that a little then. Meanwhile, Naruto, Sakura and Sasuke – it might be best to revisit some basic skills today. Like taijutsu.”

“Are you seriously going to teach a bird taijutsu?” Sasuke deadpans.

“Don’t be like that, he’s still Naruto,” Sakura tells him. “I’m sure he can figure it out.” She smiles hesitantly at Naruto and wanders a little closer. “Hey, Naruto – are you going okay in there?”

He pulls away, shuddering. “No offense, but it’s really weird to have Sasuke look at me like that. No, scratch that, it’s not weird, it’s creepy.”

Sakura frowns in confusion and asks Condor, “What did he say?”

“He’s afraid you were going to kiss him,” Condor informs her with a straight face.

“You idiot bird!” Naruto bellows and vaults across the room, intent on destroying him. Condor, meanwhile, darts out of the way blowing raspberries, while Sakura and Sasuke begin to shout angrily at them both.

He is distantly aware of Yamato and Kakashi exchanging glances.

“Trade you?” they ask each other.

ナルト

When Sasuke returns to the Haruno household later, he is exhausted. Honestly, he doesn’t remember ever feeling this tired before.

Did Sakura not do any training before we switched bodies? These muscles feel like they’re on fire…

He’s barely got the energy to eat the meal Mebuki puts before him (he’s dimly relieved that there’s nothing sweet in it), and he must look as tired as he feels because Sakura’s parents don’t try to talk much with him.

There’s a minor moment of awkwardness afterward when Mebuki reaches over to feel his forehead – he jerks away before he can stop himself, but seeing her mouth can firm in suspicion, Sasuke mutters about having a bad headache.

“Got some mind grains sprouting?” Sakura’s father asks with gentle amusement, while Mebuki tells Sasuke to go up to bed and she’ll bring him some honeysuckle tea.

He trudges up the stairs and once again starts the laborious process to get ready for bed; he’s quicker about it today, once again leaving the lights off the whole time. He only turns them on again to take Sakura’s contacts out, having had her explain the process to him before he returned home.

These things come with containers, right?

That takes him longer to hunt down than he’d like, and the actual removal of the lens leaves him swearing and his eyes twitching in both reflex and annoyance.

Am I even going to be able to get the damned things on again tomorrow?

He waves it off as a future problem, squinting at Sakura’s reflection in the mirror. It’s blurred now, but as she said, not enough to make him blind.

Just annoying, he thinks as he stalks out of the bathroom, just like her.

ナルト

SLAM!

“Kakashi-sensei!”

He grabs his pillow and presses it over his face, groaning into it in dismay.

“Don’t kill her,” he mutters to himself, “Think of the paperwork.”

“I need you to go to Sasuke’s place and sneak in and get some things for me without anyone seeing you, it’s urgent!” she tells him, all panic and tension in her voice.

Kakashi shifts the pillow to one side, shooting her a bleary, exasperated frown with his one good eye. “Sakura…you’re literally walking around in his body. Go get whatever you need from his apartment yourself.”

“But…but I can’t go wandering around his house without him there!”

“Why not? He’s wandering around your house without you there.”

“Well…well even if I wanted to, I can’t exactly go now and I really, really need your help!”

Her bottom lip juts out, eyes wide and teary, and Kakashi thinks it’s just him being stunned that Sasuke could ever look so pathetic and helpless that has him sighing in agreement. “Fine.”

“Thank you!”

“But I’m only doing this the once,” he tells her, going back to press his face back into the pillow and cursing. “Damn it…only the second day…”

Sakura clears her throat. “And Kakashi-sensei?”

“What?”

“I’m hungry.”

ナルト

“Ow!” Sakura cries, ducking an angry beak. “Naruto, stop – ow! I’m sorry!” She holds her hands over her head. “I wasn’t trying to kick you – ow! – I just overshot and you were – ouch! – in the way!”

Her teammate hisses at her, rearing up and flapping his wings at her.

ナルト

“Let’s try this again,” Kakashi says wearily.

Sasuke scowls, but then dutifully pulls his face into a wide smile. The slight narrowing of Kakashi’s right eye tells him he has once again failed.

“This is ridiculous,” he complains, dropping the false visage.

“It was better,” his teacher offers, and when Sasuke raises an eyebrow at him, he shrugs, “Okay, not really. We may be going about this all wrong.”

“If you try to tickle me I will stab you in the throat,” Sasuke informs him pre-emptively.

Kakashi ignores him. “What’s the first thing you notice about Sakura when she smiles?”

“It’s genuine,” Sasuke says immediately, surprising himself with how instinctive the answer is. He’s never really considered the question before, but he knows instantly that it’s true; Sakura’s smile is untarnished by darkness, anger or pain. “Happy.”

The word is foreign to him.

“Alright,” his teacher says. “That in mind, I’m going to ask you to do something difficult. And I know it’s difficult because I have to do it every day, too.” Sasuke shoots him a questioning look, abruptly curious, but Kakashi continues. “Think back. To the last time you felt something like what Sakura feels. Think of happiness. Peace. Something that genuinely made you smile to see.”

“That doesn’t work for me,” Sasuke bites out through gritted teeth, because Kakashi knows full-well the last time he was happy about anything.

“Then work on it, because learning to smile might be your only saving grace in succeeding at this mission.” Kakashi straightens up. “I get that you have your goals, but the mark of a good shinobi is to compartmentalise their emotions.”

“I know this already.”

“Note that I say compartmentalise, not ignore. The more you ignore, the more builds up and the more likely you are to explode with all those pent-up feelings later. Or make stupid choices,” Kakashi goes on. “I really advise against stupid choices, because that gets people killed.”

“I advise against switching bodies,” Sasuke grumbles. “That gets people killed too.”

Kakashi blinks at him. “Did you just make a joke?”

ナルト

Naruto stares down at the large container in front of him, and then looks up at Yamato. “No.”

The jōnin sighs, unable to understand him, but clearly noticing the refusal.

“Come on, Naruto, you have to eat something. You’re not going to keep your strength out without eating healthy.”

Naruto glares at him. “I want ramen.”

“I don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Ramen. I want ramen. Rah-men!”

“I want ramen, too,” Condor pipes up from where he’s watching the exchange.

“You’ve never even eaten ramen,” Yamato reminds him.

“I don’t care, I want it.”

Yamato sighs, shoulders slumping.

ナルト

“Kakashi-sensei!”

SLAM!

“Sakura, if it’s related to food, bodily functions or laundry, I don’t want to hear it,” he tells his pillow.

“No, it’s…um, I think I broke the lid off your electric kettle and…I didn’t mean to, I swear! It’s just…I think I was holding it to tightly, but I didn’t realise, so…”

She trails off, and Kakashi sighs.

He has never pictured having children before, and living with Sakura – who he never in a million years imagined he would live with – has shown him the wisdom in that. It’s like dealing with a teenager and a toddler all in one.

“I’ll pick up a new one on the way home,” he tells her.

“…’Kay.”

Well, at least he doesn’t have to worry about her taking all the hot water…

He feels little guilt at chuckling over that.

ナルト

“How do any of you guys walk properly with one of these?!”

ナルト

“What are you talking about, you don’t want any?” Mebuki demands, hands on her hips. “Anmitsu is your favourite.”

“I’m…watching my weight,” Sasuke mumbles uncomfortably.

“Oh no, none of that,” Sakura’s mother sniffs. “You know how I feel about that dieting nonsense, Sakura. If you’re going to be training so hard, you need to keep your strength up.”

“This isn’t exactly going to help with that,” Sasuke deadpans.

“Well, we can’t always be sensible,” Kizashi says. “Where would the fun in that be?”

They are both watching him now, and Sasuke winces, knowing he has to play along. Swallowing thickly, he takes a spoonful of the jelly dessert and just hopes he can keep it down long enough to throw off suspicion.

ナルト

“Get your butt out of my face!”

“Get your face out of my – oh for goodness sake, must you be so crass?”

“At least I’m not a sissy,” Naruto mutters as they continue their slow trek across the floor. “Now shut up before we get caught.”

“You two wouldn’t be trying to sneak out, would you?” a deceptively calm voice asks behind them.

Condor and Naruto freeze, and then very slowly turn around. There’s a click and a flashlight turns on.

Captain Yamato looms over them, the shadows making his face seem even more hollow than usual.

“It was his idea,” Naruto says immediately, shivering at the sight.

“My idea? Why would I want to sneak out of these lavish accommodations?” Condor asks in a high voice, and then points at Naruto. “He’s the criminal mastermind – not me!”

Yamato’s eyes narrow, and Naruto crack.

“I just want some ramen!” he sobs, throwing himself at the jōnin’s feet (or at least trying to, he still isn’t used to his knees bending backward.”

“What was that about me being a sissy?” Condor asks, contemptuous.

ナルト

“Sakura, if you don’t stop slamming the door in a panic every morning, I will take it off the hinges.”

ナルト

“Your biggest issue is that you’re used to a body that has mastered its ability to control its anger and impulses and channel it into other things,” Kakashi explains to Sakura, while in the background Sasuke impatiently ducks Naruto’s clumsy kicks. Several feet away, Yamato corrects Condor’s grip on a kunai. “Sometimes it seems as if you have a second self that filters all of that for you. When you first switched, you mentioned a voice in your head?”

“Yeah – well, sort of,” she says. “I mean…I always thought it was just my conscience of something.”

“I guarantee you, most people’s consciences aren’t loud enough to have a voice,” Kakashi says dryly. “Both your parents are genin?”

“Well…Dad’s a chūnin. Barely. But they haven’t been active since before I was born, and only because of the war,” Sakura explains.

“And your father’s family?”

“Isn’t from here,” Sakura says. “Mom is, though, but I don’t know much about her side of the family. Grandmother was a Konohako, so…”

“Ah,” Kakashi nods, recognising the term. It’s a surname given to illegitimate children whose legal parents won’t recognise them. “And not even an idea where that lineage came from?”

“I would have to ask my mother.”

“Which you can’t right now,” he sighs.

“And asking Sasuke to find out probably wouldn’t be a good idea,” Sakura agrees.

He’s not exactly tactful…

“Right…”

ナルト

“What the hell is an exfoliator?”

ナルト

“I was just thinking,” Naruto says, staring up at the ceiling in the darkness.

“Did it hurt?”

He snorts, side-eying the bird in his body. “Really? Nothing more creative than that?”

“It’s been a long day. Don’t worry, I’ll reach my stride soon enough.”

“Do you think maybe all this would be easier if we stopped giving each other a tough time and just tried to work together?”

The two of them slowly glance over at each other, sizing one another up. Then, in unison, their turns their backs on each other.

“Nah!”

ナルト

“Kakashi-sensei!”

He cracks one eye open, waiting for the slam of the door, and then smirks when he remembers that he took it off its hinges night before.

ナルト

“I don’t understand,” Sakura says, frustrated. “I mean, it completely defies logic!”

“I know,” Condor nods.

“It’s like…I would understand if I was looking at something…you know…but I’m not looking at anything. I was literally staring at the wall just now, noticing the way the paint is curling and – and it happens!”

“It’s an utterly rubbish system,” Condor agrees. “Obviously it’s faulty – I mean, I don’t even find your species appealing at all. But now I – ” He makes a face and looks at his lap. “Oh damn. It’s happening again.”

“Don’t draw attention to it!” Sakura hisses, pointedly looking away from him.

She notices Sasuke and Naruto standing over them, identical looks of horror on their borrowed faces.

“What?”

ナルト

Sasuke considers the long, wet locks of pink hair spilling down his chest and back, frowning critically.

Keeping all this clean is such a waste of time. If there wasn’t all this hair, I could be in and out of the shower in minutes.

Out of the corner of his eye, he notices a pair of scissors sticking out of a first-aid kit.

ナルト

“I don’t care if you’re used to eating it to help digest your food – if I catch you using my mouth to eat sand, I will sit on you until you pass out!”

ナルト

“What do you mean, you still haven’t found anything?” Kakashi demands early one morning after skipping out on Sakura to visit the graveyard and then the Hokage’s office. He’s trying and failing not to sound exasperated. “It’s going on a week now.”

Inoichi shrugs apologetically. “We’re combing the records as fast as we can, but so far nothing.”

“And our investigations to the shrine have yielded no information either,” Lord Third says gravely. “Inoichi and I have read the Akimichi and Nara clans into the situation, however. Given their ancestors involvement in helping to seal away Noburo, it was thought they might have some insight that was perhaps…misplaced by the Yamanaka.”

“And has it?”

“Not yet.”

“Great,” Kakashi groans. “So what do I tell the kids?”

“Nothing,” Inoichi says. “As before, we’re looking into the matter. They’ll have to be patient.”

“Have you even met my team?”

ナルト

“He’s late.”

“I noticed.”

“He’s later than you. That never happens.”

“There’s a first time for everything.”

Sakura glares at her teacher, wanting more than anything to punch him. She’s not sure if that’s just her annoyance or some inborn reflex that’s part of Sasuke’s body. Either way, she hopes Sasuke arrives soon to keep her from trying something so stupid.

“Oh.” Kakashi says suddenly, his visible eye widening a bit. It flits to Sakura, flashing with something that she’s tempted to call panic, even if she doesn’t know the reason for it. “Oh, fuck…”

“What?” she asks, following his gaze to the familiar figure of Sasuke in her body wandering toward them.

She has a few seconds of trying to figure out why his looks bother her today, and when she makes the realisation, it is as if the bottom of her stomach has dropped out. She goes absolutely still, barely aware of Kakashi’s continuing murmured curses.

“I would’ve been on time if your mother let me out of the house,” Sasuke complains to them in place of a greeting. The accusing explanation is as close to an apology as anyone has ever heard from him. “I had to wait until her back was turned.”

“I can see why she didn’t,” Kakashi blurts out, and then clears his throat when Sakura’s fists clench. “Now, Sakura…”

“My. Hair,” she seethes at Sasuke, eyes fixed on the messy, chin-length monstrosity that has replaced her lovingly grown-out hair.

“Just so you know, this is the opposite of blending in,” Kakashi informs Sasuke. “If Sakura’s parents weren’t suspicious before…”

“It’s fine,” Sasuke shrugs it off. “I said I saw it in a magazine and decided to try it. They seemed to buy it –”

“Are you kidding me?!” Sakura demands – but the sound comes out as a squeaky whine as Sasuke’s voice cracks.

“Stop that!” Sasuke snaps, looking around lest someone be walking by to hear. This just enrages her further.

“WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS?!” Sakura screams. “I gave you specific instructions and you – just – how – why – it – how dare you?!”

“It’s hair,” Sasuke tells her slowly, like she’s missing something important. “It was getting in the way, and making…washing more inconvenient.”

She’s too angry to even get embarrassed, can only sputter in response.

“It will grow back,” Sasuke goes, taking rare advantage of her incoherence. “Besides, you’re a shinobi, not a princess. You ought to concentrate on improving your battle techniques instead of your looks.” He shrugs. “It’s not like you grew it out for some important reason.”

Sakura opens her mouth and closes it several times.

She knows that he has a point about her hair – that keeping it long is an unnecessary hazard, that every lesson she’s ever had on proper gear and appearance stress the importance of short hair. That only the supremely talented shinobi keep their hair long, showing that they have no fear of it being an impairment in battle.

But at the same time, her hair was hers. It was important to her. And he not only disregarded her wish for him to take care of it, but he hacked it to pieced.

It’s the first truly horrible, mean-spirited act he has ever committed against her. He might be short with her, lack patience and encourage her by way of criticism, might offer her blunt truths which sting at first but which she slowly comes to see are meant to help her –

But he has never been intentionally mean or hurtful to her. And this…

This is a very personal insult, and he doesn’t care.

She can see that he doesn’t care, and this knowledge above everything else makes her suddenly desperate to make him understand.

ナルト

Sakura suddenly turns on her heel and marches off.

“Oh, this isn’t going to be good,” Kakashi mutters, indicating to Sasuke that they ought to follow her. Sasuke tells himself it’s because his teacher told him to, and not because the look in Sakura’s borrowed eyes just now filled him with a very sharp sense of unease.

If she notices them following her, she doesn’t say anything, and before long they come to one of the public training grounds. Several groups of young Academy students are spread out in the area, practicing throwing shuriken and kunai at targets nailed to the posts.

Sakura marches up to the large post right in the middle of all the groups and methodically brings out a few handfuls of shuriken.

“Huh,” Sasuke snorts as he and Kakashi come to a stop several feet behind her. “Now she wants to train?”

If I’d known all it took was to make her mad, I’d have done it ages ago.

“I seriously doubt that’s what this is,” Kakashi says tensely.

The words have hardly left his mouth when, once again methodical very deliberate, Sakura begins to toss the shuriken.

And misses.

Once.

Twice –

Two dozen shuriken later, none of them have hit any part of the target.

“Wait…” Sasuke says, frowning. “What’s going on? Even in my body, she should have better aim than that.”

“Oh, she does,” Kakashi tells him.

When her ninja tools are exhausted, Sakura stomps forward, snatches the shuriken from where they are embedded and returns to her previous position. Then, she repeats the exercise.

“She’s missing on purpose,” Sasuke realises. “Why?”

“Well…technically, she’s not missing anything,” Kakashi reminds him, and Sasuke’s eyes go wide. At the same time, he notices that the lively din in the training grounds has started to go quiet as the other kids begin to take notice. There’s a growing whisper around them, and the sound of chuckles behind people’s hands, and it finally occurs to Sasuke what Sakura is doing.

She is very publicly torpedoing his reputation – a reputation he doesn’t even really care about.

Or rather, one he told himself he was above actually caring about. Right now, watching the pointing and sniggering from a bunch of younger kids, an unfamiliar sense of panic and embarrassment fills him.

“Better hope that doesn’t turn into village gossip,” Kakashi muses out loud. “If it gets around that Sasuke Uchiha can’t even throw a shuriken, we might not be considered for higher ranking missions in the future. Which I’m all for, because I’ve been meaning to catch up my reading, but –”

Sasuke isn’t listening to him anymore, instead stalking forward and grabbing on to Sakura’s wrist before she can throw another volley.

“You’re having an off-day today, aren’t you?” he says loudly, and then drags Sakura from the field.

It irritates him that it’s a lot harder than usual to do, and eventually he has to stop trying even though they aren’t even out of the training field. He hopes there aren’t any prying eyes and ears paying attention; Kakashi lingers in the background with his hands in his pockets.

“Nothing,” she snaps. “Just getting rid of something unimportant. I mean, you don’t care what people think of you, right?”

“This is not the same thing!”

“It is too! It’s something that means a lot to you, right?”

“It’s different from cutting hair!”

“That’s not the point!” she snaps. “It’s something that meant a lot to me, and I told you to take care of it, and you just…cut it all off.”

“But it’s hair,” he protests, still not understanding. “It’s not permanent, it’ll grow back, so it’s not important –”

“But it was to me!” she cries. “And I thought that you’d at least…” She trails off, swallowing and hangs her head. In a quieter voice, she murmurs, “Never mind. You never care about how people feel anyway, I don’t know why I…I don’t know why I thought…”

Her shoulders begin to shake, and Sasuke realises a beat later that she’s really crying now.

He fights down a note of panic, not knowing what he’s supposed to do, glancing around to see if anyone around is paying attention to the fact that Sasuke Uchiha is standing there crying in public! He shoots Kakashi a look pleading for help, but Kakashi shrugs, looking as uncertain as him.

This isn’t exactly an area either of them are comfortable in.

He clenches his fists, then frowns down at them, remembering that he’s in Sakura’s body. And if Sakura noticed him crying, even over something ridiculous, would she just stand there?

No, he realises.

Before he’s even aware of his body moving he approaches Sakura and pulls her into a tight embrace, winding his arms around her borrowed body and fitting his head into the space of her shoulder.

“There are so many worse things in the entire world to cry about, cut hair shouldn’t be one of them,” he murmurs in a low voice, trying to fight off his own discomfort knowing that Kakashi is watching – knowing that the people in the training field are probably watching, too. “But…if it’s important to you…I should have asked your permission first.”

Sakura is tense within his hold, but a moment later relaxes against him. He hears her sniff and then clear her throat.

“Sas…” she begins, and then coughs, straightening up and pulling away. In a loud, exaggerated groan of annoyance, she says, “Sakura, you’re choking me.”

But as she pulls away, he sees a brief flicker of a smile on her face, before she adopts scowl and stalks away from him. Sasuke watches her go, staring at the back of her borrowed neck, which is flushed with colour.

“Huh.” Kakashi is looking down at him now in speculation. “Maybe there’s hope for you after all.”

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Captain Swan AU Prompt Series No. 8 (B)

No.1: Alphabet City

No.2: Of Singing and Streaking

No.3: Lie to Me (I’ll lie to you, too)

No.4: Like Toy Soldiers

No. 5 (A): We’re Going Down Swinging Part 1

No. 5 (B): We’re Going Down Swinging Part 2

No. 6: Bend, and Don’t Break

No. 7 (A): Speak Now Part 1

No. 7 (B): Speak Now Part 2

No. 5 ( C ) We’re Going Down Swinging Part 3

No. 4: Like Toy Soldiers Part 2

No. 8 (A) It’s Always Been You (And You Should Know That)

No. 9: The Art of Remembering

No. 10 For Your Consideration

It’s Always Been You (And You Should Know That)

Notes: Set in the “It’s Always Been You (And You Should Know That) Universe, originally written for For CS AU Week Day 5- Role Reversal (In role reversal world, let’s pretend Lieutenant Duckling is…Captain Prince? Hehe.)

Summary: Prince Killian of Misthaven was never meant to rule-as the second son, he was content to let the limelight and responsibility fall upon his older brother, the Crown Prince Liam, while he lived a carefree life of adventure, tempting danger at every turn-much to the consternation of his body guard and best friend, Captain Emma Swan.

After Liam’s untimely death, the entire Kingdom is thrown into a tailspin, and none worse than Killian and Emma. Killian must now step up to the role he was never meant to play, and Emma must deal with the consequences of falling in love with her charge, the Prince who would be King.

Killian and Emma are 14 and 13

“Your highness!”

“Ssh! Keep it down, Swan.”

“This is highly inappropriate, your highness!”

“Of course it’s inappropriate, why do you think we’re doing this? And stop calling me that, it’s Killian, remember, it’s just us here.”

Killian, crouched under the shadow of a pillar, shot his companion a grin full of mischief. Emma, daughter of the Captain of the Royal Guard, glared at him in return, her scowl telling him in no certain terms that there was no ’we' doing anything. Rather it was ‘he' sneaking around the Kingdom’s resident Sorcerer’s chambers, and ’she' was merely the unlucky servant who was tasked to come along and make sure he didn’t get himself killed.

It was a speech he knew by heart, especially given the way she’d just hissed it at him before they began this newest endeavor.

“Remind me again your highness, why you cannot simply ask Merlin for the potion?” Emma kept pace with him easily as they stealthily ran down the short hallway that would bring them to the door of Merlin’s chambers. Killian motioned for her to keep watch, a request she greeted with an aggrieved sigh but complied with anyway.

“I already told you Swan. He is still a little put out with me because of how I used the last potion I asked for. And it's Killian.”

“You mean he did not enjoy having to be called away from his meditative retreat to restore the giant rabbit you created to it’s normal size?”

Emma’s tone was dry and mocking, and indeed, it was a special sort of servant who would speak so to their liege lord, but that was exactly what she was. The two were of similar age, and had practically grown up together-in private, despite their vastly different stations, they were best friends; in public, he was the Royal Spare, and she was his long suffering personal body guard-in-training.

Killian grinned at the memory and shot her an impish look over his shoulder, blue eyes dancing merrily.

“You have to admit, seeing Scarlett’s face when he woke up to find a giant rabbit on his bed was well worth it, that was probably the funniest thing I had ever seen in my life.”

Emma rolled her eyes, unwilling to give in quite so easily. “Was it still funny when it had grown as large as an elephant, tried to eat you, and I had to rescue you?” Her quiet mutter wiped the grin from his face, and he scowled at her briefly before turning to examine the door.

“I was doing perfectly fine by myself,”

The younger girl smirked at his petulant tone and went back to scanning the halls. “Not the way Will tells it, Killian.”

He thought of arguing the point, but decided to reap his victories where he could, for she had finally used his name. He knew that his and Emma’s friendship was the cause of consternation amongst some of the stuffier members of the court, who held the opinion that it simply wasn’t done for a Prince and a servant to be so close-those he could care less about, one, because he outranked them all, two, because Emma could kick all their behinds with one hand tied behind her back, and three, because his own family was as fond of the Swan girl as he was.

Of more concern was Emma’s family’s thoughts on the matter-her grandfather was in charge of her training, and he was forever reminding his granddaughter that she needed to properly address her charge. Most days, Emma thumbed her nose at this, but the more time she spent under his tutelage, the less often she used his name, and the more Killian had to remind her that he was still just him. He had quite enough people bowing and scraping to him, all pretty smiles and manners, and all as false as the fancy wigs that had been quite the craze in their neighboring kingdoms a while back. The wigs had gone out of fashion, but unfortunately, double speak and a tendency to view Killian only as another path to the throne had not.

So he ignored her and concentrated on carefully tossing a coin at the door to the Sorcerer’s Tower instead. As expected, the silver piece stopped about six inches from actually making contact, bouncing off harmlessly, without the flurry of sparks that would have indicated Merlin’s use of his more dangerous wards. He withdrew a tiny vial, filled with a brilliant emerald liquid, imported from Agrabah and guaranteed to break any lower level ward with a single drop, and after Emma gave him the all clear, drew as close to the boundary as he dared and allowed a tiny amount to fall.

The space before the door shimmered once, twice-and the next silver coin he threw made contact.

“We’re in. Come on,”

“Me first.” Smoothly intercepting him, Emma slipped ahead and was the first to enter the tower, braced for anything that could happen. Used to the girl barreling into situations ahead of him, Killian let her get on with it, and when she motioned him forward, he followed behind and closed the door gently behind them.

Merlin’s Tower was the most fascinating and dangerous place in the entire castle. When they had been little, he had rarely allowed them up there, preferring to instruct them in the library or their playroom, the less chance of them knocking over something that could obliterate the castle, he’d said. Filled the the brim with ancient texts, strange artifacts and a whole host of the potions he was famous for brewing, it was most certainly not a safe haven, but they wouldn’t be staying long. All he needed was one particular potion, and they could be on their way.

“We’re looking for a vial, about this big, it’s going to be filled with a purple liquid with flecks of gold. It’s the healing elixir he used that time Lancelot was poisoned. You start at that end, I’ll look here.”

“I remember.” Emma, peering carefully at the dusty shelves that housed the potions, gave him a curious look. “I’m sure if you told Merlin this was for the Crown Prince’s trip, he would have given you this, my Prince.”

The return of his title made him frown a little, but the reminder that his brother was going to be gone for a year on his diplomatic mission made him frown a lot more

He shook it off and resumed his search.

“I’ve been seeking audience with him for a week, Emma. Liam leaves at noon tomorrow, and I’ll not have him go without an extra measure of security.”

Killian could just make out the top of Emma’s head as she continued looking through the lowest shelves. She popped up and pulled a cobweb from her hair. “You know he’s probably already got some of these. Lancelot for sure would be carrying some just in case.”

“Well another won’t hurt, will it?”

“No I suppose it wouldn’t.” Silence fell between them as they continued their search, and Emma hesitated a little before bringing up a sore topic. “Have you decided to start speaking to him again, then? Since he’s leaving and all?”

Killian set his jaw and stepped closer to shelves he’d yet to look through instead, hoping that this show of concentration would be enough to stave off the line of questioning. His hopes were dashed by the crumpled up piece of parchment thrown his way and he scowled.

“Oy. Watch it, that could have been dangerous,”

Emma’s arms were crossed and she smirked confidently. “Don’t worry, I can protect you from a bit of paper.” She skirted around another table heaped with a mess of opened and unopened books and scrolls and smaller cauldrons, making for another bookcase that had some promising looking potions on it. “Are you really not going to talk to him? He’s leaving tomorrow. For a year.”

Killian huffed crossly and resumed his search. “I know, Swan. I was at the same proclamation as you were.”

“Just because the King isn’t letting you go-”

“Actually, he said it was Liam’s decision, and he didn’t even consider letting me come with him for a moment. He gets to travel the world and he promised I could come with him the next time, Swan, and yet-that’s not happening is it?”

“Dun Broch’s been having quite a few uprisings, Killian. Having both of you there is simply-”

“Then why is he going at all? He’s the important one, I’m just the spare,”

Emma stayed silent at the outburst, allowing Killian a moment to compose himself. She knew he really didn’t mind his position as the kingdom’s spare heir-he rather relished it. No, the heart of the matter was that the younger Prince of Misthaven was scared out of his mind that the brother he worshipped was being shipped off to a war zone, and he was afraid he would never see him again, hence their clandestine mission to steal from the most powerful Sorcerer of all time.

“I’m sorry, Emma. I shouldn’t have-I know it’s not your fault, I-”

“You’re forgiven. But we won’t be, if Merlin catches us in here.” Out of the corner of her eye, golden flecks suspended in deep purple caught and reflected the candle light in the chamber and Emma stooped low and retrieved the vial, holding it up in triumph. “Found it. Let’s go!”

They stole away as quickly as they had come, Killian letting a drop of blue liquid fall on the threshold this time, renewing the ward, before they made their escape to their favorite battlement, the one with the best view of the surrounding lands below. In the courtyard, Liam’s farewell celebrations continued, and Killian soon turned to Emma with an expectant eyebrow.

“Well?”

“Well what?”

He rolled his eyes, and extended a hand towards her. “The potion, Swan.”

Emma grinned and then presented the vial with a flourish, only to move it just out of his reach at the last second. “How about a trade? You promise to speak to your brother, to have a real conversation with him, and I’ll give you the elixir.”

“What? No!”

“All right then. No elixir for you.”

“Emma!”

“What?”

“Are you really blackmailing me? I’m the Prince. I could order you to give it to me.”

Emma made a face. “ You could. But you’re not going to.”

She had him there, for in the entirety of their lives, he had never given her an order and he certainly wasn’t going to start now. Irritated, he settled for glaring at her instead.

“I’m not going to apologize to him.”

“I’m not saying you should. But you should talk to him, and say goodbye in person. Merlin might be able to conjure a mirror spell for you two to talk later on, if he hasn’t killed us by then, but that’s not the same, you know it isn’t. So promise me you’ll talk to him, and you can have vial.”

Killian groaned in exasperation, and direct his attention back towards the party, where he could make out Liam in the brilliant crimson that was the Royal Family’s colors, dancing with one of the courtiers. “Why is this so important to you?”

Emma snorted inelegantly, something her mother and grandfather would surely have censured her for. “I am your body guard, my Prince. Its my job to protect you-even from your own stubbornness. Now, have we a deal?”

His initial impulse was to respond in the negative, just to be contrary, but a quick glance at Emma revealed that her jaw was set in that particularly stubborn manner that meant she would not yield. Beyond that, and he wouldn’t admit it to her right now, because she would gloat endlessly, she was quite right. Killian worshipped the ground Liam walked on, and giving him the cold shoulder these last few weeks had been extremely taxing. He missed his brother, and he would miss him even more when he left. There was no more time to waste.

“Fine. On my honor as a Prince of Misthaven, I will talk to my brother.”

Emma’s eyes searched his, and whatever she found there seemed to make her happy, for his favorite smile of hers broke out over her face, making her eyes sparkle brighter than the finest emeralds in their treasure rooms. More to distract himself from his observation, and the uncomfortable realization that butterflies always seemed to dance in his belly whenever she smiled like that, Killian pulled up a sigh.

"Happy, now, are you?“

"Ecstatic.” She nodded and nonchalantly tossed the vial to him, smirking slightly as he fumbled to catch it. “You would have been miserable if you didn’t speak to him before he left, and even I wouldn’t be able to handle you in a mood for an entire year. Off you go then, Your Highness.”

Killian grumbled under his breath, muttering about which of them was supposed to be taking orders from whom. He did as she requested, but stopped at the door leading down into the castle for a brief moment.

“Emma?”

She automatically turned at his soft call, and was caught by the full force of the soft look in his eyes, that small, grateful smile curving his lips upwards, making her heart skip a beat. It made no sense, for she had seen him smile thousands of times, he did it constantly-except maybe the fact that he only ever smiled at her like that was making the difference.

“Thank you. For helping me and for…saving me from myself. And it’s Killian!”

With a wink and that last cheeky reminder, the Prince disappeared into the castle, leaving Emma staring after him, shaking her head. She sighed and stared up at the stars, and wondered for a moment why it felt like she was standing on the edge of something dangerous….but incredibly exciting and alluring too.

“You’re welcome…Killian.”

FIN.

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