i'm kind of worried he's going to get run over by all the traffic

friendship da(y)te

summary: au where simon and baz are best friends and friendship day comes around. okay, i promise it’s not that lame,, please read my fic

word count: 1.4k

this is for @carryon-valentines day 1: friendship day

i’m sorry i might’ve made it less friend and more SHIP but yeah


“BAZ!” I yell as soon as I spot his tall, lean figure heading towards me. “Happy Friendship Day!”

I run towards him and envelope him in a bone-crushing hug.

“You too, Snow!”

His arms come up around my waist and we just stand there. Holding each other. Like we’ve done so many times before. Not romantically.

But I wish it were.

Romantic, I mean.

It’s been this way for months now, since I figured it out. That I liked Baz. He’s my best friend, he’s been my best friend for years, and I know everything about him. Only later I realized that my obsession with him was not just because of our strong friendship.

It was because of his deep, grey eyes and how they twinkle when he smiles.

It was because of his silky, soft hair that falls in perfect waves- framing his face (really, everything about him is a piece of art.)

It was because of making him play the violin not just because he’s brilliant, but also so that I could watch him focus while his eyes are shut.

Yeah, I’m obsessed. And I don’t even know how to tell him because…

What if he takes it badly?

It might fuck up our friendship.

And there’s no way in hell that I’m taking that chance.


I can see his mop of bronze curls from a mile away, and I can recognize them within seconds. Because I’m whipped. He hugs me as soon as he sees me, and I hold him there, just like I do all the time. I rest my head on his, and I breath in his smoky, refreshing scent that’s all too familiar by now. I don’t think he knows that I love him, and I don’t think he realizes how much it pains me to celebrate “Friendship Day” with him, because honestly. Enough of this friendship thing. I’m pretty sure I fell for him two days after we met, but he’s a moron and he’s straight. So. I just wallow in my misery everyday. We have only a few minutes here anyway; he has to go to his classes (astrophysics- his first class on Tuesday mornings) (it is sad that I know that) and I have to go for mine- History (honestly a really boring subject- I happen to know everything already since I studied it during the vacation.) We’ll meet again at lunch for an hour and a half, and then if he decides to come over, then maybe longer. But that’s it. Nothing special to look forward to.

“Baz, how about dinner today?” he asks.

“Sure. As a Friendship Day thing?”

“As a date, I guess.”

I pray that I’m not blushing. He says it so plainly. It can’t possibly mean more that being just a get-together in the name of our friendship.

But I guess I do have something to look forward to.




Did I just say that? Oh my god.

As soon as Baz turns away, I’m pretty sure I’m red enough to stop traffic. I rush to class, worried about just about everything that could possibly go wrong. I float through the day, until it’s lunch, where I finally see Baz again.

He starts conversation immediately-

“So, what, for our dinner do you want me to wear a suit?”

He says it sarcastically, and obviously I know he’s being sarcastic, but it would be great to see him in a suit.

So I say, “Sure, if you want to.”

He cocks his head towards me. “Okay. I’ll wear a suit if you do.”

If it means seeing Baz in a suit, then yes I’m wearing a suit.


Fifteen minutes before I have to get there, I start searching for suits, and simultaneously realize how my time management skills are equivalent to those of a coconut. I have none.

After three minutes of frantic searching, I find a grey suit that looks about my size and that’ll have to do because honestly, I’m having a bit of a time crisis here. I head to the bathroom and hastily get dressed, and then I rush to the restaurant where I’m should’ve reached ten minutes ago.


I happen to have an entire collection of suits because of our family dinners. So I just went through them and chose a dark, black one. Typical.

I left the house giving myself twenty minutes to get there. We’re going to a relatively fancy restaurant so we don’t look too out of place with our outfits. I reach there five minutes before time, and I’m pretty sure I’ve reached before Simon. He’s late all the time anyway, so it’s no surprise. And I like the idea of being here before him so I can take some time to take in the surroundings, and so that I can choose a nice place to sit- preferably in the corner, so Simon and I can talk in peace.

Why does our little friendship day outing feel like a date?

Simon walks in ten minutes later, his eyes searching. I wave to him, and he heads towards me. Are his pupils a little blown or is that just me?

It’s probably just me.

He’s wearing a grey suit, and it’s sitting on his shoulders perfectly, outlining him and somehow not looking too tight. His hair is messy and tousled, as it is all the time, and his eyes are like shining wells of clear water reflecting the brilliant blue sky above. It’s overwhelming.

He looks stunning.


I look at Baz, and I just can’t stop looking.

Because shit.

He’s beautiful.

In a black suit that compliments his lean, muscular features and his grey eyes (that look bright now, because of his dark clothing) perfectly. I think it’s too much for me to take. I just really want to kiss him. He’s sitting in front of me, and even though we’re talking about what food we’re about to order, I’m just thinking about his lips. And how they move when he talks to me. And how they would taste if I, you know, hypothetically of course, kissed him.

This really does feel like a date. He insists on paying. And that leaves me feeling like I should give him something in return.

How about a kiss? My mind nags. I force it to shut up.

But it doesn’t stop.


We walk out of the restaurant, and it’s dark.

He asks me if I want to stay over, and obviously, I don’t deny.

We’re walking alone to his place.

It’s dark.

And I want to kiss him.

“Baz…” Simon says.

I stop and turn to him.

His eyes are bright with some kind of unidentifiable fire.



Okay, fuck it. I’ve had enough. I need Baz’s lips on mine.

“You know what?” I say, “I didn’t give you anything for friendship day.”

I take a step closer, and I can only hope that his expression is a reflection of my own.

“I mean…” I go on, “You gave me that dinner.”

A step forward.

“So thank you for that.”

And another.

“And now…I want to give you…”



He’s so close, so close.

And then he kisses me.

His lips are on mine, moving, and hot.

My arms move slide up around his back, and he pushes me.



Baz is kissing me back.

It’s unbelievable.

His lips are magical. Just what I expected.

It’s hot and it’s cold at the same time.

And I’m kissing Baz.



He isn’t stopping.

And honestly, I’m glad.

Simon Snow is kissing me.

I’m kissing Simon Snow.

My best friend.

My love.


The moment stretches and the kiss feels much longer than it actually is. It’s not like I’m keeping track of anything.

I’m way past rational thought.

The sparks I feel running through my veins and the tingles I feel every time I make contact with Baz’s skin seem imaginary and all too real, at the same time.

Let’s never stop this.



Okay, firstly, Simon is gay. Or bisexual. Whatever it is, it’s an actual blessing.

Secondly, Simon is so good at this kissing thing?

His arms, his jaw, his tongue.

They all seem to exactly what they’re doing.

I, on the other hand, have my mouth jammed against his; my arms are tracing random patterns on his back. It all worries me, really. What if I’m not good enough? I’m probably shit, considering my experience with this stuff.

But Simon is smiling against my mouth.

And Simon is sighing and saying my name.

Maybe…maybe I’m doing okay.




I pull away, reluctantly.

It takes so much effort.

“Let’s go home?”

Baz sighs, nods, and takes my hand.

It is a happy friendship day indeed.

anonymous asked:

MariChat, biker au for the prompt thing?

Okay, I really enjoyed writing this, and I sort of entertained the thought of adding more sides of the lovesquare with maybe Marinette getting a job where she’s designing something for Adrien, and he has to play it cool, because she actually doesn’t recognize him, but I tried to stick with something short for this prompt.

Also, I imagine both of them to be older in this.

The first time he saw Ladybug, Adrien fell in love. He might have missed her entirely if not for her bright red leather jacket, dotted with black spots along the back and arms. Her motorcycle was a sleek red machine, roaring down the street beside him as the sun flashed over her helmet. Nathalie made a soft comment about reckless driving, but Adrien was too mesmerized to pay attention.

When he was a teenager, he’d entertained the odd rebellious thought, considering a tattoo or a weekend away without his father’s pre approval, but as he’d grown older, those thoughts had faded along with his free time. Every spare moment was spent learning about the fashion empire he would inherit and modeling for campaign after campaign. Sure, he earned more now as an adult, but it never felt worth it.

Seeing Ladybug reminded him of what it felt like to want something.

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I know Danny on a cool, sleek, black motorbike is popular but consider

Danny’s parents refusing to chip in the money for him to buy one of those deathtraps, instead insisting that if he wants one he has to work for it himself, so Danny buys the cheapest one he can find from a scrap yard, it’s pretty much just a shitty motor on a pair of wheels lined with strips of rubber that can barely be considered ‘tires’

he drags this mechanical carcass home into the garage and spends his spare time fixing it up with any pieces of scrap he can find, he scavenges old car yards and boxes full of his parents’ failed experiments for anything he can use to fix this damn bike, sometimes he even talks shop with Johnny between punches to get a few tips on ectoplasm powered motor maintenance

most of the bike has to be completely remade and Danny has no idea what kind of bike his was even supposed to be when it came out of the shop and has to take reference from a variety of different motorbike designs just to see which ones seem to work for his, when he goes searching for parts he doesn’t know what to look for and pretty much just grabs whatever looks promising and makes it fit

he pours so much of his focus into this bike and after managing to make the motor ectoplasm compatible he feeds it a good chunk of his own raw energy, his first moment of success is finally getting the fucking thing to start up, even if it keeps spitting out huge green clouds of manky exhaust smelling like some rank mix of petrol and that copper/chemical smell of ectoplasm, Maddie refuses to let Danny come into the kitchen for dinner until he takes a shower

the bike is still far from being road legal though, but as Danny continues to fix it up he finds it a little easier than before, pieces seem to fit a lot more snugly in places he was sure they wouldn’t, it makes less and less smoke and noise every time he starts it up and sometimes parts seem to meld together before he can even touch a blowtorch

eventually, to the horror and amazement of his parents, he gets the whole bike up and running and manages to make it completely road legal, neither Maddie nor Jack understand just HOW this monstrosity managed to pass inspection but apparently it had everything it needed and was deemed completely safe to drive

but damn is it an ugly fuckin’ wreck though

Maddie starts to regret not lending Danny the money for a brand new bike because anything ANYTHING has to be safer than this Frankenfenton Monsterbike sitting in her driveway

Danny on the other hand is fucking ECSTATIC, all his work has paid off and now he has his own bike to travel the streets of Amity Park with, and since it’s powered by his own energy fed through power cables in the handlebars, he doesn’t even have to worry about paying for petrol

Danny finds riding the bike feels eerily similar to flying, it feels almost like an extension of himself, he can sense his own energy humming through the machinery below him, it moves fluidly through traffic, can turn on a dime and even when it gets battered by the occasional ghostly enemy Danny will return to find it the same as how he left it

Danny is aware the bike isn’t normal, he knows raw ectoplasm can have strange effects on anything and he idly worries about what he might be doing to his bike by powering it the way he does, but after a few more chats with Johnny he feels more assured that the bike won’t come alive and attack anyone, it’s power is coming directly from Danny himself, and if Johnny’s word means anything then Danny’s protective nature is pretty much going to guarantee that his bike isn’t going to go wild on him

Danny’s bike becomes somewhat of a talking point at school, after he drives that sucker right into the parking lot reactions vary between students being horrified that anyone would ride that hunk of junk, and students being severely impressed that anyone COULD ride that hunk of junk, Lancer pulls Danny over for a small talk about road safety and keeps a nervous eye on him every afternoon when he leaves school in a puff of green smoke

Sam doesn’t mind the bike, she thinks it looks unique as fuck and it definitely has an edgy dangerous junk yard charm to it, and riding on it reminds her an awful lot of flying with Danny, though with the added bonus of a comfortable seat and no fear of accidentally being dropped

Tucker won’t even TOUCH the thing for MONTHS, he tells Danny multiple times that just looking at it makes him feel like he needs a tetanus shot

though when it comes down to it, in the midst of a ghost fight Tucker eventually chooses a possible death by tetanus over instant death via homicidal ghost and decides that perhaps he may have misjudged the bike just a tad after it proves very competent at taking him very far from danger very fast

Soulmate au (pt.7)

It was said that when you met your soulmate, their thoughts about you appeared on your skin. The words could change over time but were impossible to remove if they still remained. And it wasn’t particularly thrilling to know your soulmate thought you were a loser.

So here’s part 7, dedicated to that one anon who I made a promise to! I feel like a lot of the previous parts have been very Ronan centered so here is some more about Adam’s life. Please read the tags for trigger warnings. 

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anonymous asked:

" I'm your bodyguard and I know I'm by supposed to fall in love with you but I am, and I have a feeling you like me too. I'm going to confess but.. What do we do now?" GerIta Plaase?

Pairing:  GerIta (Germany x North Italy/Veneziano) (Human names used)


  • Germany (Ludwig) as the bodyguard
  • North Italy/Veneziano (Feliciano Vargas) as himself

Ludwig had worked as a bodyguard for some time now, and due to his body build and preparation, he was considered to be one of the best, if not the best. In his line of work he had met a lot of people, but no previous experience could have prepared him for his encounter with his newest client; Feliciano Vargas.

Technically, his client was Feliciano’s grandfather, one of the richest man to ever exist, who had hired him to bodyguard Feliciano. Understandably, in Mister Vargas’ line work and due to his wealth, he had made countless of friends, and enemies. After recent threats were made against his grandsons, the only family he had left and the most precious treasures in his life, he wasted no time, or expense in reassuring that his boys were safe. That’s where Ludwig came in. He would guard Feliciano, accompany him anywhere and everywhere, and make sure he could live without the worry of needing to watch over his shoulder constantly. However he never expected to break the number one rule of his job…developing feelings for his client; developing feelings for Feliciano.

The young man was handsome, cheerful, and talented and turned heads wherever he went, in a good way too. He could make the saddest of people smile within minutes. His laughter contagious to the point of even having Ludwig crack a smile. It was hard to ever get mad at him, because even if you did, it would only take him minutes to have that anger fade away, having you forget of why you even got angry at him in the first place. At first Ludwig wondered why this kid even needed a bodyguard, no one could possibly hate him! But the more time he spent with him…the more he realized why.

Feliciano was an aloof type of person that daydreamed even when he walked down the street, giving Ludwig a few heart attacks when he had to stop Feliciano unconsciously from walking into traffic. He was also a pretty big scardy cat, and would run away or hide behind Ludwig at anything that seemed to scare him. Yet with flaws, he was…truly and simply wonderful. He always saw the good in every situation, and made Ludwig’s most dreadful of days turn bright by just being around. He could never find him annoying, and even his flaws seemed to make Ludwig just chuckle and smile. Ludwig didn’t want to admit it…but it was becoming clear that he was falling head over heels in love with Feliciano.  He simply thought he would have to hide it until his job was over…little did he know how much his own presence had affected Feliciano as well.

He had been raised with everything he could ever want at his fingertips. Never was he hungry. Never was he cold. Never was he in need of anything essential…but he was lonely. He had his big brother but even then he would ask Feliciano for some space of his own, leaving him alone again. Any people he met and were his ‘friends’ weren’t even friends at all. Just socialites and people who were after him and his grandfather’s wealth. It wasn’t until Ludwig came around that Feliciano began to learn how nice it was to have a friend. The man’s job was to take care of him and yet…he was so kind and genuine. For once in his life, Feliciano was happy to have someone he could call his friend.

Of course, these two idiots were obviously in love, but both tried to convince themselves otherwise…

“Are you done, Feliciano? You’re going to be late!” Ludwig warned as he stood outside of Feliciano’s door, hearing the Italian born complain to himself of how he was having difficulty with his tie.

“I’m almost done!” Feliciano chimed, cheerful as ever. Today he was going to a party he had been invited to, and of course Ludwig had to make sure that his client got there in time and got there safe. Feliciano stepped out of the room, spinning around as he showed off Ludwig his suit. “What do you think?~ I picked it out myself~”

“It looks…” Ludwig bit his tongue, keeping himself from saying what he wanted to say. Amazing. Lovely on him. Handsome. “…great.”

“Thank you.” Feliciano chuckled, walking off as Ludwig followed. “To the party then!”
And so the two got in the car, and the driver took them off to the party.

“Feliciano remember not to hesitate to call me if you sense anything suspicious or feel uncomfortable.” Ludwig reminded him.

“I know. I will always call for you if something happens.” Feliciano assured him. He looked down frowning a bit.

“What’s wrong?” Ludwig asked concerned, only to receive a sheepish smile as Feliciano offered him his shoes.

“Tie them for me?”

Oh come on. “You forgot again?”


“Fine. Pay attention, Feliciano.” Ludwig scolded, turning to tie the shoe. “Wrap a string around the rabbit, the rabbit enters the cave, and if you pull on him, you’ll form its ears.” Ludwig repeated as he tied Feliciano’s shoes up. “There.”

“Thank you!” Feliciano said cheerfully, to which Ludwig sighed. As Ludwig glanced back, he caught a glance of Feliciano’s gorgeous eyes before he looked the other way. How he wished he could look at them for a longer time. They eventually reached the party, the two stepping out and inside the glamorous event. Instantly Feliciano was surrounded by people, greeting him and forming conversations as Feliciano mingled with them without a care in the world. Of course Ludwig kept close to Feliciano, making sure nothing went wrong. Even if it meant being a little bit of a pain in the ass.

“Here, have some punch.” One of the guests offered Feliciano, who took it happily and was about to drink it where it not for Ludwig to take the drink from him.

“Heh? Luddy give that back~” Feliciano complained.

“I’ll drink this one. Let’s get you another one.” Ludwig insisted, taking Feliciano to the punch bowl where he got some punch for a confused Feliciano.

“Why are you so picky?” Feliciano murmured.

“I’m not picky. It’s my job to protect you, and that includes making sure that there is nothing in your drink.” Ludwig insisted.

“You really think that guy put something in my drink?”

“Can never be too sure.” Ludwig huffed, ignoring Feliciano’s whines. This was at every party, much to Feliciano’s dismay. Whether it’d be food or drink, or even to check if there was something in the pool that wasn’t technically safe. But Feliciano understood that it was just Ludwig doing his job. About an hour in the DJ began to play some songs, which quickly quirked up Feliciano.

“I love this song, Luddy, dance with me!” Feliciano insisted.

Ludwig’s face heated up, feeling Feliciano grabbing holds of his hands. “Feli I really don’t think I should-!” Ludwig stammered, but Feliciano would have none of it as he dragged Ludwig onto the dancefloor, the two dancing which was more of Feliciano dancing and Ludwig going along with his movements. “Feli I don’t dance…”

“It isn’t that hard, come on~” Feliciano insisted, moving Ludwig’s hands to have one rest behind Feliciano’s back, the other being held tenderly by Feliciano’s hand. “Like this.” Feliciano said, the two slowly dancing back and forth as Ludwig struggled to keep up with Feliciano. “There we go…~”

“Ah…!” Ludwig’s cheeks burned as he kept his eyes on Feliciano, who looked back straight at him with te biggest smile. The warmth of his hand, the beauty of his eyes…his heart wanted to pounce out of his chest. “Feli…” If only he could get closer…no. He couldn’t. Just as Feliciano leaned in, Ludwig pulled away.

“Luddy?” Feliciano asked, sounding almost sad.

“Sorry…I shouldn’t…” Ludwig muttered, but Feliciano held onto him tight before he could back away any further.

“Please don’t say that…” Feliciano asked. Ludwig stared, looking down at his pink colored cheeks. Could he really…? Oh no.


“No!” Feliciano stubbornly wrapped his arms around Ludwig, bringing him in for a tight hug. “Don’t say that! Please!” Ludwig looked down at Feliciano, keeping his arms wrapped around him. “You’re my best friend Ludwig…”

Ludwig shook his head, looking down and closer to Feliciano as their faces stood inches apart. “…do you really like me too…” Feliciano glanced up, nodding vigorously as he smiled sheepishly. The two awkward dorks simply stared at each other in awe, neither knowing what to say. It was Ludwig who eventually looked for the courage and pulled Feliciano close, kissing him right on the lips as the two shared a sweet and ever so expected moment. Neither of them moved, simply enjoying the moment as their cheeks burned red. The two finally let go of each other in search of breath, the two of them staring at each other’s eyes with a glimmer in their glances. It was almost magical. “Feli…” Ludwig breathed. But before he could say anymore sweet words, he felt a sudden pain jolt up his back, his eyes glazing over as the world began to spin. Before Feliciano could question him, the world went black for Ludwig, Feliciano screaming for him while all.

By the time Ludwig woke up he was at the hospital, Feliciano and Romulus next to him, Feliciano giving him endless kisses the moment he woke up. As it turned out, the drink was indeed tainted with a drug. However because of Ludwig’s built, it took much longer for it to affect Ludwig than it would have affected Feliciano. Regardless it appeared Romulus would give the two his blessing to go on further in their relationship…to convince Feliciano’s brother would be another story.

September Twenty-Second

Title: September Twenty-Second

Genre: AU, Fluff, Illness

Word Count: 5, 251

Warnings: None!

Description: It’s the beginning of fall, they’re on their seventh date, and one of them has a really bad cold.

Author’s Note: The collection is now complete! Happy fall everyone. :) (Please remember that this is fiction.)

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strictly-non-specific  asked:

"Why do we need a special angst week when EVERY WEEK CAN BE ANGST WEEK," Fab thought, stacking the jars with freshly ripped hearts on the display shelf. Just kidding, it's great to see you're writing again :) How about the ducklings crossing prompt for some counterbalance? I'd say it's impossible to make it sad, but I'm kinda afraid you'd take it as a challenge :D)

“You and I both got arrested for holding up traffic to let a duck with ducklings cross the road and now we’re in the same holding cell” AU

Ahhh thanks so much <3 it really means a lot.  I haven’t loved a lot of what I’ve written in a long time, so it’s not always easy to feel positive about it.  But I promise I’ve kept this sweet!  It’s set in my still-unpublished birdwatching AU.

Maka waited to open the door to her car until a break in the traffic occurred.  She hopped out and closed it quickly, skirting the edge of the road until she could drop down into the low shoulder.  The sight of her boyfriend lying face down in the dirt came into view.

If she didn’t know him so well, she’d be worried, but she merely rolled her eyes as she squatted next to his head.  “Hey!” she cried, and he turned to look up at her.  There was a smudge of mud across his forehead, but he looked serious, so she swallowed the smile.

“So I’m here,” she said, talking loudly over the noise of the traffic.  “What’s going on?  A ‘bird emergency’ is pretty vague.”

Soul lifted himself up more and she could see what was underneath him.  He was lying across a storm grate with his arms through the slats, reaching into the darkness.  Maka could just barely hear some peeping from below.

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