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th0mas1ut · 3 years

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"sʜᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴏɪᴋᴀᴡᴀ’s ʙʟᴜᴇ ᴇᴀʀᴘʜᴏɴᴇs ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴜғᴏ ʜᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ"

𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑜𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑤𝑎 𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑎/𝑛: 𝑖 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑔𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑. 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝑠𝑜...𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑢𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑠 𝑤𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑘𝑠 + 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑠: @trifliz

☼ 𝑔𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑠; 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑏𝑜𝑥; 𝑛𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛;

♫ 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

"look, y/n-chan, we're almost there~"

it was 2am, and somehow your local setter had convinced you that there had, in fact, been a ufo sighting nearby and yes, you indeed would have to come explore it with him.

and no, he didn't care that you didn't believe in aliens and ufo's cause you were coming and that's that.

oikawa began to hum a upbeat tune as you took massive strides to catch up to his lanky body. the two of you were walking through a quiet neighborhood, taking shortcuts to react his supposed destination faster. you'd only agreed since he'd promised a nice lunch for you next weekend, but it wasn't seeming to be worth it at this point. sighing, you huffed and puffed, struggling to keep up with his rapid pacing; but admittedly, you'd go anywhere if it came to him. but like hell you'd tell him that.

the destination appeared to be up ahead, and you could visibly see it, but it was nearly a mile out, so you soon found yourself dragging your feet as you took forceful steps, grumbling nonsense under your breath. oikawa, still distracted with the promise of an amazing discovery, glanced over at you when the scuffing of your shoes had started to become more obvious. thoughtfully, he foraged his pocket and pulled out his blue earbuds, dangling them out to you like a peace offering. you lifted up your sluggish gaze and brightened up at seeing them; gratefully took one earbud with the corner of your lips curving up in a thank you.

you shut your eyes with the soothing melody, flowing like silk throughout your headspace; while you didn't complement oikawa much, wanting to avoid it going to his head, you had to admit he had immaculate taste. your heavy steps gradually turned over to power walking strides, and in your trance, you missed oikawa glancing in your direction, as if he were looking at the earth from outer space for the first time.

the earbud was unexpectedly yanked out of your ear as oikawa made an abrupt stop. making a face of displeasure at your music being cut short, you turned back to see what the problem was, but oikawa was squinting at something in the far distance while glancing back and forth between his phone and what appeared a building. still peeved about missing the bridge of a really good song, you lightly punched oikawa in the shoulder and he teetered off to the side from the force.

"hey! what was that for?"

"what's the problem...let's go!"

pouting, he put the earbuds back in his pocket as he pointed ecstatically at the building in front of the two of you. "that's the space museum." he whispered, a excited look of engrossment overtaking his face. even in the dim street lights, you could make out a pink dusting his cheeks, making his face radiate like the moon in the dark.

it then occurred to you why you had come here at all.

"we're going to sneak into the space museum?" you whispered back with a harsh undertone, practically hissing in his direction. he nodded, looking shameless and proud of himself for coming up with the idea before you smacked him harder again a second time, nearly sending him flying.

he rubbed at his shoulder, wincing and whimpering under your furious gaze. "ow! that really hurt, y/n-chan!"

"what about security?" you spat back with a furious undertone, "what if we get arrested?"

his playful attitude from before was gone now, a more serious one taking light. you could see his face slightly clouding over and darkening to a frightening point, and his tone dropped a whole pitch, sending a shiver down your spine. "i wanted to take you somewhere special to me." oikawa spoke, the sharpness of his words piercing through your chest. he sounded harsh, but his voice began to shake with his final words. you could see a twitching in his lips, his bottom lip trembling. "so..."

was someone gripping your chest? because it hurt. a lot. crushed under a thousand emotions, you wanted to reach out to him, but lowered your hand at the last second, holding it out longingly in midair. but he wasn't looking at you, instead squinting up at the stars, like he was asking them something. the night sky was silent, blinking back.

the tightness of your heart compelled a hand to reach out, holding his wrist with an aggressive grip. he yelped as his hand was suddenly dragged up into the air, and his eyes meeting yours with a fragile tentativeness, his insides burning up like a library lit aflame.

"um." your words shot out smoothly like a dart, wording unsteady but firm. "i wanna see it too."

but he still looked conflicted, and his face dropped as he questioned your change of heart. he didn't want this out of pity, but the second yank of his wrist must have proved that otherwise, because your voice sounded more desperate this time. "take me to the planetarium, oikawa. please."

he exhaled, trying to read through you one more time, but there was nothing to read through; you seemed genuine enough, and you shared a intimate sweet smile with him that made his insides swoon with his heart fluttering: a rose in the wind. so he took your hand, unable to stop the melancholic laugh that escaped his lips, and had you follow him through the back parking lot, making sure to stick to the shadows of the night. sometimes he forgot how foolish he was. the only one full of pity for himself was him alone, but why, when he had you by his side?

the back door creaked open with the sound of your arrival, and your hand was tightly gripping his with a noticeable tremor, knuckles white. up ahead, you could see a air force glider hung in mid-air, and a model of the moon over to your left. he tried to stifle the sudden exhilaration he was feeling and comfort you, so gently he squeezed your shaky hand, as his soft steps echoed throughout the interior of the museum. the two of you shared panicked glances as you heard thudding of boots around the corner, ad with a urgent desperation, he grabbed your hand and sprinted down the corner, sneakers thudding against the tiles.

a sudden shout could be heard, getting closer and closer. "hey! who's there?" oikawa muttered something other his breath, pulling you into a door to the left. "in here!" he practically shouted, pushing you inside, his hands roughly on your back.

he was still gripping your waist when the two of you arrived inside, the automatic door shutting behind you. exhaling, his hands slip down to your hips, searing you through your cloths. "are you ok?"

stunned, it took you a second to even react with all the fogginess in your head, making it hard to think or process anything that had just happened. suddenly, his hands were jerked back, as he realized how close he had been holding you. he quickly walked forward, attempting to hide his flush as he motioned you to follow him to the front row of the auditorium-like room. "come on, it's up ahead."

it took you a moment to process - but you were in the planetarium, the place oikawa had trying to take you all evening. astonishment by it's vastness evident on your face, he smirked with aura of arrogance, satisfied by your reaction. "told you how cool it was. just admit it, y/n-chan~"

leaning over the control panel, he squinted at the buttons, trying to find the right one with his phone flashlight before hitting one with mixed confidence. you gasped as the ceiling suddenly flashed with millions of bright dots, a black to purple gradient highlighting them all.

you forgot how to breath as you looked up, nearly falling over backwards trying to look at them all; there were millions of stars, all shining brightly on their own. they were tiny, but amassed across entire titanic like ceiling made you feel small compared to the massiveness of the projection, with your heart was pounding in your chest with a loud rhythm as you tried to wrap your mind around it all. it was so big, so much, you didn't know where to even look. carefully guiding yourself down to the ground without breaking eye contact with the galaxy in front of you for even a second, you sat down on the ground, crossing your legs and leaning back on the palms of your hands. heart in your throat, you could barely croak out a "wow."

oikawa couldn't look at the sky, not when he was looking at you: how could you be so much brighter? and how had he not seen it before; you were positively glowing, like a sun, and the sun is a star, but the one brightest of them all.

he couldn't even think straight right now as his body shuffled forward: his hands so greedy, so touch starved. lips like a magnet, he was drawn towards yours with his hazy thinking, as his body crouched down next to you. your attention suddenly shifted to him, unprepared for the intensity in his eyes. inexplicably, fingers were reached out, yours tracing his cheekbones and his curled around your neck, giving you tremors of a lifetime.

his lips touched yours with soft hesitation, explorative and curious, as if it were asking a question to you. your mouth answered back, moving in synch, as you tilted your head to press harder against lips in wonder. you felt him groan as it vibrated through his body with a low grumble and reach your mouth, forcing you to whimper as something began to stir down low.

"thank you..." he purred in your ear with a soft rumble, "for coming with me."

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mka1098 · 3 years

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In The Bright Moonlight (You Are My Sun) Day 2

Hear this story being read aloud to you at https://www.youtube.com/c/MKa1098/videos

Day Two - Masks

Nowadays, Chat Noir avoided going out post-transformation if it wasn’t for an attack. Especially in the first year of gaining the Miraculous, he took any chance to transform and get out of the house. He’d swing out of his room as Chat Noir and play in the parks at almost all times of the day. It was great fun! He’d entertain the young kids in the city or just sit on the park bench at 2am, staring at the sky and stars. Just being out in his suit was comforting; it was an escape from everything in his life. But as time went on, he got busier and his life as Adrien Agreste got a bit better. He got friends and he got to go out. There seemed to be less of a reason to escape his everyday life: thus the excurses became far and few till they rarely happened.

Today though, is an expectation. It feels like everything is pointing towards running away from his life. For the first time in a long time -- he wants to run far, far away. Chat sighs as he dangles his feet off the building; it’s a far drop but he won’t fall. The bright almost blue-white moon is high in the sky but he feels like he’s millions of meters under; today has just been an awful day. It’s too late to go out and play with the young children as a means to distract himself. Even on the rooftop, he’s alone with his crushing thoughts. It’s quite awful. At the very least, getting out of the house means feeling less choked and suffocated. That helped a little but not much. He stares out at the vast skyline of Paris. Why did everything look so big and make him feel so small? Perhaps this was a bad idea. He's wallowing and he knows it. Chat blows out a deep breath again. Maybe he should just go home: sitting here isn’t helping his conflicting emotions.

“Chat?” A voice calls behind him. He jumps up in shock and comes face to face with Ladybug. She’s looking at him with a worried expression. “Are you okay? What are you doing out here and so late on that not?” She asks him. Chat smiles wryly at her as a greeting.

��Hey, my lady.” He says. She raises a brow at him. “How’d you find me?” Chat asks. Ladybug rolls her eyes with a small smile.

‘I saw you out my window. You haven’t done this in a long time. You used to go out in the middle of the day and the Ladyblog would be full of pictures of you and kids dancing in the park or getting ice cream.” She explains. Ah, that makes sense. “You haven’t gone out in a while and when I saw you: I followed.” She says. Her expression is a worried frown and Chat feels bad for putting it there. “How are you feeling? What’s wrong?”

“I’m-” What is he supposed to say? He can’t lie to her! Not only would that feel awful but this is Ladybug! “-I’m actually not sure how I feel.” He admits. Her big blue eyes are inspecting him and it feels like she is looking right through him like glass.

“Why is that?” She asks softly. Chat looks away and sighs.

“Just...stuff in my civilian life.” He admits. She opens her mouth in a silent O shape but doesn’t push. He knows why; when it comes to their real lives, she’s hesitant to talk about it. He understands why though it doesn’t stop him from wishing they could endlessly talk about their days. “I just...well I kinda felt the need to be Chat Noir.” He continues.

“Are you...different in your civilian life?” Ladybug asks tentatively. She’s reading waves she’s uncomfortable in and he knows it. Though, he appreciates her trying to do so, just for him.

Chat huffs a laugh. “I guess you could say that.” He jokes. His head drops down and he sighs for the millionth time just tonight. “I’m more...reserved in my daily life.” He admits. Ladybug gives him a bug-eyed incredulous look: reserved...you? He reads her features and can’t help but laugh. It used to even surprise himself how different he was in his alter ego. Admittedly, ‘Adrien Agreste’ felt more like the alter ego than Chat Noir ever did. “I know, it seems impossible.” He laughs. “But I really am! I only have a handful of friends but they are great.” He smiles, thinking of his classmates. “Normally, I’m in the back of the classroom just hanging out with them. I don’t say much; I’m a lot shyer than you’d expect.”

“I find that hard to believe.” Ladybug says with a smile. She laughs and jabs him in the side of the torso. “You being shy feels like it would be the end of the world. Like it’d be out of balance.”

He dramatically gasps at her. “Please...I’d never be the cause for the apocalypse.” He jokes. For a second, she freezes and he looks at her with a curious look before she shakes out of it.

“Sure…” She says with an awkward laugh. “Anyways, why are you telling me you’re shy.” She snarks him.

Chat laughs. “Well, because I’m shy at school and not when I’m...being Chat Noir.” He explains. “I’m just...I’m so different at school and under the mask. I know that for sure. But I’m being the real me when I’m in the suit. The ‘real life’ version is the masked one.” He tells her. “Everyone I know expects me to be a certain way: act a certain way.” He looks down to the sidewalk that is so far beneath them. “So I acted a bit more like me...someone-” He winces. “-someone that means a lot to be thought I was being fake and told me to stop putting on an act. In reality, I was putting on an act already -- that was me being the real me.” He sighs.

“I see.” Ladybugs says gently. “They thought that you couldn’t be any different than they already knew?”

“Yeah…” He confirms quietly. “Yeah. I wanted to be myself with them; I thought they’d have fun with me. But they didn’t accept it. And I just...I don’t know; it just hurt a lot. And then it escalated and we’re not together anymore.”

It stings. It really stings. Adrien’s heard from other people how break-ups hurt but he didn’t think it would feel like this: the aching feeling inside of him that isn’t physical pain but still reminds him that it’s there, the nagging voice and feeling in the back of his mind that repeated it’s over. He and Kagami haven't even been for that long -- only 4 months. But god, it hurt in a way he didn’t realize it would. He’d known rejection; god, he knew it for so long with Ladybug. But what hurts so much about Kagami is that she doesn’t want to know the real him: not the one who does photoshoots all day, not the perfect son, not the quiet new kid in school, not the fencing champion -- she didn’t want to know him when he was free to be himself. She didn’t want to know Chat Noir and brushed it off because she’d never seen him act like that before. He liked her, Kagami is a great person but she doesn’t want to know who he really is. Honestly, he thought she did and thought she’d understand the facade he’d always put on considering the fact that she’d been put in a similar position with her mother.

“I’m sorry they don’t want to get to know the real you.” Ladybug says softly. “You are a great person and great partner. If they don’t want to know all the secret sides of you they’ve never seen before -- it’s their loss.” She told him honestly. “You’re a complicated person with many layers; it’s not on you if they don’t understand that. They must have a preconceived notion of who you are. But you’re not just the person they think you are: you’re also the person you didn’t know you were.” Her voice is soft and Chat feels so much better just listening to her.

“Thanks.” He says, falling into her for a hug. He feels her smile on his neck and everything feels a little better.

“Of course.” She says with a little laugh. “And hey, feel free to be yourself with me. To be all sides of yourself: shy, silly, cocky, annoying and sweet. I’m happy with all of it.” She tells him honestly. “In fact, I’d love to see them.”

Chat Noir smiles widely and he feels his heart mend itself. “Thank you.” He tells her genuinely. Even with the masks on both of their faces -- he feels totally bare to Ladybug.-

Huge thank you to @shaniartist for allow me usage of their art and to @ladynoirjuly for the prompts !

Art credits: Shaniartist on Tumblr, shani_artist on IG

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urlocalfrogmammy · 4 years

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starry starry night—george luz

inspired by

when george luz finds you sleepless and hopeless, gazing up at the stars, it stirs something inside him he wanted to keep hidden.

kind of sad fic inspired by a sad sad song. the first “imagine” kind of thing i’ve ever written, so might be AWFUL i apologise. word count 1.2k because i don’t want to d r a g it out.

warnings: upsetti. prepare some spaghetti just in case.

you didn't bother to cover your foxhole. you weren't even wearing your helmet. it was balanced beside you, and you were lay down in the hard soil at the bottom of your foxhole. looking up, you noticed that the sky was clear, clearer than you'd expect from a war zone. the stars twinkled and the moon was pale, like a muted lamp in the sky. things really were beautiful, considering you were only a hair's width away from death on most days. tucking your blanket under your chin, you watched as the condensation from your breath caught the light of the night's sky, and twinkled like your own constellation.

you tried to think of the time. what time could it be? if it was 10pm then you'd only been lay here about an hour, if it was 2am, your foxhole buddy was due back anytime soon. it was an odd thing, time, when at war. you become almost as numb to the concept of time as you do to the cold. the cold. you wiggled your toes like doc had taught you, checking you could still feel them. roe was worried about you, though he didn't let it on. everyone was worried about you. you. the person who once lit up everyone's world with your laugh and your smile and those stars in your eyes. starry eyes. that's what they'd call you. now the only stars were up, past the clouds, and the men knew it.

the navy sky was blocked out by a george luz shaped shadow. it was 2am. "hey y/n."

“hey george." you lifted your bum up and shuffled along to make room for him. it was a tight squeeze, but you found it kept the both of you warm. the warmest you'd been in bastogne was clinging to george luz under a thin woollen blanket in that god forsaken foxhole. he hopped down and grasped the blanket instantly. you turned and the two of you lay side by side facing each other.

"can't sleep?"

“i was star gazing." you said it so gently you were surprised george had heard it. george just leaned over you, you were so close your noses nearly brushed together and you had to resist the urge to kiss him. as he pulled away, he came back with your helmet. "put it on, y/n." you took it out his hands and complied. “why did you take it off?" why did you take it off? you had no idea really.

“it felt freeing."

“well," he gave you that grin, that lopsided grin you came to love so much, "we don't want that pretty head of yours getting hurt now, do we?" you tried to smile as best you could. it came out pained and furrowed.

george ran his calloused hand gently across your cheek. his heart broke as he watched your smile. pulling you into his chest, he started to rub circles into your back. he tilted his head up to the sky. the stars twinkled and george felt himself smiling. they reminded him of your eyes. bright, unsure of themselves, but beautiful none the less. "the stars sure do look pretty." he felt you pull away slightly in order to look at his face. your eyes were glossy with tears. "i hate them."

the statement was unexpected to say the least. george wondered if it was anger towards those cosmic beings, or anger towards their association. the reminder of what the men used to call you, and what you used to be. he had grown to love you, and his heart wrenched whenever he saw your broken smile. "why do you hate them?" he asked softly. he watched as you frowned and thought for a moment. "they're cold. distant. beautiful but you'll never get them back." he felt a pang of guilt. you shivered and sniffled, and he looked into your eyes. if he looked hard enough, he could see the tiny reflections of the constellations in your eyes. "they're unobtainable." your lip trembled as you let the words slip out your mouth. george understood. you'd never been starry eyed again. "when i was a kid," he started, looking at you to check you were listening, "i used to go stargazing all the time. my dad, he got me this telescope for christmas one year and i swear i never left it."

you took the opportunity of george talking about his childhood, looking up at the heavens, to admire his side profile. his brown eyes that were as warm as the warmth he held in his soul, the slope of his nose, the stubble of his beard, the way his hair had started to flop over his forehead. he paused and looked at you. “what?”

“nothing! carry on.”

“alright, well...” his voice, his voice was thick like sugar paste, and his honeyed words made you crave the sweetness of his lips. you’re in love with him. you couldn’t deny it. you shakily exhaled, and reached for his hand. his fingers rubbed the back on your hand lovingly. his palm like sandpaper against yours, and you wondered how they’d feel at the back of your neck. your bare shoulders, your waist. “what’s on your mind?” he asked. the question was innocent enough, he meant no harm by it, but it resonated with you in a profound kind of sense. i’m in love with you george. i’m in love with everything you do and everything about you. you rolled onto your back, and you both stared at the stars, hand in hand. you risked placing your head on george’s shoulder, which he welcomed with a hand running though your hair. leaning up, you noticed his eyes were shut. how easy it would have been to just lean up and place your lips on his, but how many consequences you’d have to deal with afterwards.

instead, you opted to huddle deeper into his chest, and he pulled the blanket around you both. you held it between your fingers, it was thin and woollen and you wondered how the army could expect soldiers to keep warm under these. “george?”

“yeah?” he opened his eyes and looked down on you softly.

“falling asleep shouldn’t be this hard, should it?”

george sighed and looked at you. “no. it shouldn’t.” your lips were blue, but george luz couldn’t resist. “y/n...” you looked up to meet his eyes. “can i?” he leaned in and paused, leaving a moment to check he wasn’t making a mistake. you leaned up to meet him.

the kiss was raw, the emotions you’d both been holding in the whole time you’d been in the godforsaken forest were pushed out into it. it was still soft though, and gentle, like george was scared of hurting you. like you were fragile. george smiled into it, you no longer had to imagine those hands at the back of your neck, you felt one settle there, the other at your waist. when you both pulled away, you realised you’d been crying through the whole thing. “don’t cry, sweetheart.” he rubbed your face lovingly. “this world was never meant for someone as beautiful as you.”

#band of brothers imagine #band of brothers #hbo war #band of brothers x reader #george luz #george luz x reader #luz #luz x reader #band of brothers fanfiction #band of brothers fanfic

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milkybonya · 4 years

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Let’s go !

Warnings: none

Pairing: best friend!Yuto x reader

Summary: a late night bike ride !

Song rec: Better With You by Astro

[a/n]: i’m starting to listen to mostly astro to prepare myself for their concert on www! it’s something i always do before concerts hehe,, // [a more recent a/n]: the concert is tonight ! it is at 2am for me and as an early sleeper, i will have to drink coffee for the first time to pull through >< thought i should finally post it after it sat in my drafts for so long

9pm on a summer night. You’d been on a bike ride at that precise time before and witnessed a sunset so gorgeous, you knew you had to take Yuto along with you one day. The sky was glowing brightly that day, but it felt sad to be witnessing it alone.

Calling Yuto only took a few rings before he answered.

“Hello?” he grumbled.

“Were you asleep?” you asked him, noticing the rawness of his voice.

“No,” he said, clearing his throat, but you could tell he’d been sleeping.

“Sleepy Yuto, always taking naps and waking up in the evening. Wanna go for a bike ride?”

You waited as he considered the offer.

“Sure. Give me five minutes,” he said.

After hanging up, you went to fetch your own bike. Yuto lived only a few footsteps away across from your home. So as you walked out in front of your house with your bike, you watched Yuto dragging his bike along too.

His hair was a fluffy, curly mess, and as soon as you were close enough, you reached out to touch it without saying a word.

“So fluffy,” you said, gently running your fingers through it. He smiled under your touch, his eyes crinkling.

“Where are you taking me?” Yuto asked as he got on his bike.

You got on yours too, moving slightly ahead of him.

“I’m taking you somewhere special, just follow me!” you said, pedalling faster and giggling as you heard Yuto yell from behind you. He tried to catch up, but you were much farther ahead.

Looking up to the sky, you noticed that it was deeper in colour than earlier in the afternoon. Clouds were scattered everywhere like a herd of sheep, and you could already spot the orange tint of the sunset.

Riding past houses, Yuto eventually caught up to you.

“How dare you leave me like that?” he said, pedalling hard while frowning.

When you laughed, he laughed with you.

As you rode behind a playground through a clearing between bushes, Yuto asked you again where you were taking him. You didn’t need to answer his question because just past the clearing, there was an open field.

Without houses blocking your view, you could clearly see the sky from here. The deep and bright orange that seemed to touch the grass faded into white, which in turn faded into blue. All of the trees and houses that were visible in the distance were just black shadows now. Everything was dark and black except for the sky.

Yuto followed your skyward gaze and you watched his jaw drop.

“It’s so beautiful...” he said, shifting closer to you.

“Doesn’t it just make you want to stay here and look at the sky forever?” you asked, stepping away from your bike.

“Yeah,” Yuto agreed.

The two of you left your bikes and walked deeper into the field.

“Should we lie down?” you asked, curiously looking at Yuto’s face.

“Yes, let’s do it,” he said, crouching down.

You were wary of all the bugs that might be crawling around, so you hesitated. Yuto noticed this, reading your mind.

“Bugs? Do you want to lay on my jacket?” he asked, already removing the denim from his shoulders and laying it underneath you.

“Thank you,” you said, laying your body on top of it.

Only inches apart, the two of you stared up at the dark blue sky full of clouds.

“The way the orange blends into the blue is so pretty,” Yuto said, his eyes sparkling.

“And the way the trees and houses all look black underneath the sky is...” you trailed off.

“Let me take some photos of you,” Yuto said, suddenly getting up and pulling out his phone.

You hid your face, surprised by the fact that he was taking them so suddenly.

“Let me see your faceee,” Yuto whined, pushing your hands away.

The flash almost blinded you, but you still tried your best to smile.

“Now let me take some of you!” you said to Yuto, snatching his phone from his hands. You were taken aback when he suddenly started to pose like a model only a few seconds after he was shyly laughing. It made you want to work hard to get all the right angles, but you were shaky because of how much you were laughing.

“Wow, I came out well in these photos,” Yuto said when he finally looked through his gallery.

Sitting back down, you snuck a peek at Yuto whose eyes glimmered as he looked up. They say that looking at the face of someone who is looking at the moon brings good luck, and even though Yuto wasn’t looking at the moon, you still thought you could get good luck from simply looking at him.

“Stop looking at me,” Yuto said, gently turning your face away from him while giggling, showing his white teeth.

“I think we should bike around some more before it gets too dark!” you said standing up with Yuto’s jacket and brushing it off.

Yuto was rushing to get on his bike for some reason. Before you could get on yours, he had already sped off.

“You catch up with me this time!” he yelled.

So you got on your bike and tried to pedal hard, but Yuto’s long legs carried him farther than yours. All you could do was yell after him underneath the shaky yellow light of the scarce streetlights.

A lady was hosing down her driveway and the damp smell stirred nostalgia within you. Some people were out for a walk and a few kids were yelling, running towards the playground.

“You’re so slow!” Yuto yelled from in front of you while giggling. His laugh was the most beautiful sound in the world.

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supercorp prompt: (and maybe you're already writing something similar, but) drunk Kara turns up at Lenas apartment at 2am and tries to brazenly flirt with Lena the way Lena always flirts with her.

So i merged it with this prompt (not sure who because if it isn’t a tumblr prompt then they all get mixed up sometimes):

I just need a scene with drunk!Kara and drunk!Lena giggling on Kara’s couch and then Kara goes serious for a minute and traces her finger over Lena’s eyebrow scar and looks into her eyes and says you’re so beautiful and then Lena blushes and laughs and then they both pass out on the couch and wake up in the morning spooning

And it turned into this ridiculous mess, so I hope you guys enjoy!! (bonus points if you spot the Star Wars easter egg)

Drunk on You - Eyes Like Kryptonite Ch. 21

Read it on AO3 - http://archiveofourown.org/works/9100903/chapters/21510749

It’s well past 1am when Lena startles awake.

For a moment, she thinks she must have had another nightmare. They don’t happen as often as the used to, but occasionally she still wakes up in the cold sweat terror that only comes from dreaming about Lex trying to kill her. Or more recently from dreaming that Supergirl has fallen out of the sky, but that’s a whole other kind of terror all together.

She doesn’t feel as breathless as when she wakes from a nightmare though, and she vaguely remembers Kara playing a saxophone in her last dream, so she’s almost positive it wasn’t a nightmare that woke her up.

She gropes for her glasses and puts them on, eyes darting around her bedroom, ears straining to find the source of her wake up call.

She nearly jumps out of her skin when she see’s a dark shadow outside her balcony door.

She fumbles for the bracelet on her nightstand, the one Kara had given her for Christmas, so that she can call for help - because surely whatever has made into onto her penthouse balcony at this hour is worthy of superhero intervention. The adrenaline pounds in her veins, causing her hands to shake until they’re practically useless. Another knock sounds at the balcony door and she glances up to see the figure waving.

Her eyes have adjusted somewhat to the dim lighting and she can barely make out-

“Kara?!“

The figure nods enthusiastically, and Lena drops the bracelet back to her nightstand, head sagging in relief.

This woman is going to be the death of her.

She clicks on the beside lamp and rises, hands still shaky as she unlocks the balcony door and pulls Kara inside.

“What are you doing?! You’re still dressed like Kara, someone could see you and blow your cover!”

Kara only grins at her and when she leans in Lena can smell the alien alcohol on her breath.

"Did you go to bed early? From the looks of it, you got your beauty sleep.”

“What?“

“Did it hurt?”

“Did what hurt?”

“When you fell from heaven?“

“Are you drunk?”

“I’m not drunk, I’m intoxicated by your beauty.“

Kara looks so proud of herself that she can’t help but giggle. Her girlfriend is adorable, even if she did show up drunk at her apartment in the middle of the night and scare the crap out of her.

“Do you still have leftover pizza?”

“Yes?” She isn’t sure where this pickup line is going, but judging from the first two, it’s bound to be cheesy.

“Good, I’m starving!“

Kara skips past her into the kitchen, and she’s left wondering when her life turned into this happy mess.

“Starving for a pizza you!” She hears Kara calls back, remembering the punch line despite her momentary distraction.

Lena shakes her head and reaches for her phone to text Alex.

Kara’s here, she’s safe, not sure if anyone saw her flying without the SG costume though.

Alex: Thank god, she just shot out of here mumbling something about you being in Tennessee.

Tennessee?

You’re the only ten I see.

Lena rolls her eyes.

Yeah she seems to have a thing for pick up lines.

Alex: Can you handle her? Or do you need me?

She can hear Kara belting show tunes from the kitchen, and she’s grateful she added extra soundproofing to her apartment.

I think I’ve got it. Make sure nobody saw her flying around?

Alex responds with a thumbs up emoji, and Lena heads to the kitchen to find Kara’s ass sticking out of her refrigerator.

The sun’ll come outTomorrowBet your bottom dollarThat tomorrowThere’ll be sun!

Kara finally turns around, pizza slice in each hand. She’s forced to hum the chorus, because her mouth is full of pizza, and Lena laughs as she pours herself a glass of vodka.

It’s late to be drinking, but she needs to calm her nerves after her wake up scare, and besides, drunk Kara is always more fun when she’s a little tipsy.

When she looks back at Kara, her girlfriend is leaned back against the counter, one of the pizza slices is long gone and the other is being waved in Lena’s direction.

“Do I know you? Because you look like my next girlfriend.”

“I’m your current girlfriend.” She bites back a laugh as Kara’s eyes widen.

“Damn I’m good!”

They migrate to the couch, tossing the cheesiest picking lines they can think of back and forth. Lena is starting to feel the effects of the liquor, and even though the pick up lines are getting worse, she finds herself laughing harder. She can hear the Irish brogue seeping into her voice, a byproduct of years spent at an Irish boarding school. Normally she feels a little self-conscious about it, but the first time Kara heard it she had stammered on about how hot it was, so Lena didn’t try to hide it, enjoying the way the words rolled off of her tongue.

“Is your car battery dead?”

Kara shakes her head, and Lena continues, a giggle bubbling past her lips.

“‘Cause I’d like to jump you!“

Kara guffaws, falling over into Lena’s lap.

“You know what’s really funny?”

“What?“

“I can fly, but I still fell for you!”

Once she finally stops laughing, she looks down at Kara, those bright blue eyes studying her intently, blonde hair whisping around her face where it’s escaped from her braid.

Gentle fingers come up to trace her face, her forehead, her eyebrows, her nose, her cheeks, her lips.

“You��re so beautiful.“

Kara says it with such reverence that she feels her heart twist - there are no words to describe the happiness that washes over her.

"That’s not a pickup line either.”

“No?“

Kara shakes her head.

“Ever since that first day I saw you, I’ve thought you were the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. And I’ve seen the angels off the moons Iego.”

Lena feels the heat rise in her cheeks, and the vodka has her head spinning.

“How did I get so lucky?” she asks, pushing the hair back from Kara’s face, admiring the way her blue eyes are sparkling.

“There’s a line in there somewhere about Lucky Charms and magically delicious, but I’m too drunk to put it together.“

They both lose it then, laughter filling the apartment. When the giggles finally stop, Kara’s face turns serious.

“Actually, do you have any Lucky Charms? I’m hungry again.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

The first thing Lena notices when she wakes up is that her right arm is completely numb. The next thing she notices is the pounding in her head. Her neck is bent at an awkward angle, and Kara’s arms wrapped around her are the only thing keeping her from falling off the couch.

“We’re calling in to work today, right?” Kara’s voice is rough with sleep and if Lena wasn’t so sore she would be really turned on right now.

“It’s Saturday… I think.“

“Oh yeah, I guess it is. Thank Rao!” She feels Kara stretch, and before she can blink she’s off the couch and cradled in Kara’s arms. "Bed?”

“Please.” she mumbles against Kara’s shoulder.

When they’re finally laid out in Lena’s bed and she’s just about to drift off, Kara’s voice whispers in her ear.

“I love my bed but I’d rather be in yours.“

She giggles, despite herself.

“Come on Supergirl, make like a fabric softener and snuggle.”

#supercorp #supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor #fanfiction #tumblr prompt #eyes like kryptonite

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