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Sneaking Out

Decided to write for @daisugaweek2017! (We’ll see if I am able to do the whole week *fingers crossed*)

Here’s Day 1: Staying in/ Sneaking out


Daichi had finally, finally fallen asleep when the first knock rattled through his bedroom, rousing him from that much coveted slumber he had spent the last hour and a half struggling to capture.

“Are you kidding me?” Daichi whispered, eyes still closed tightly against the darkness of the night. “Are you kidding me right now?”

Another knock pounded from somewhere to his left. Daichi peeled his eyelids open and glared at the curtain hiding the sliding door that lead to the balcony overlooking the backyard of his family home.

There was only one person ballsy enough to scale the three stories to his bedroom in the dead of night. Actually, it didn’t matter what time of day it was. No one was stupid enough to risk climbing the side of his house, which was virtually devoid of handholds other than the rickety gutter barely hanging on to the cream colored stucco of the wall.

No one but his vice-captain, that is.

A third knock, louder this time, echoed through the room and Daichi let out a low groan.

“Bastard,” he muttered as he rolled onto his side and pushed drowsily into a sitting position. He didn’t bother pulling on his sweats or shirt as he slumped tiredly across the room to the balcony. He grabbed the curtains and thrust them open.

He found Sugawara immediately, fully dressed and standing just outside his door with a bright grin illuminating his face. His eyes darted down Daichi’s bare chest and over his black briefs and he fanned his face sarcastically, grin sliding into a shit eating smirk.

Daichi’s scowl deepened and he considered dragging the curtains closed once more and returning to bed, but seemingly reading his mind, Sugawara hurriedly pressed his hands to the glass of the sliding door and leaned into it, pouting his lips and fluttering his eyelashes in a silent plea.

Daichi let out a heavy sigh and unlocked the door. Sugawara slid it open immediately.

“About time!” he said cheerfully.

“What are you doing here, Suga?” Daichi asked warily, moving back as his vice-captain stepped into the room, a little too close to Daichi’s near naked form for comfort. “You do realize that we finally have a day off of practice tomorrow, right? Shouldn’t you be catching up on your sleep?”

“That’s why I’m here,” Sugawara shifted closer to him, ignoring the careful distance Daichi insisted on keeping between them. “We have a day off tomorrow! Let’s do something!”

“All I want to do is sleep.”

“Lame! Daichi, you’re boring!”

“I’m fine with that.”

Sugawara huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, “I run all the way here, risk my life to climb to your room—”

“I didn’t ask you to—”

“And you’re going to reject me?” Sugawara pressed the back of his hand to his forehead dramatically. “Unthinkable! Ungrateful! Woe is me! Whatever shall I do with myself?”

“Don’t care.”

“Guess I’ll throw myself from the balcony,” Sugawara turned and walked back out of the room.

“Be my guest,” Daichi turned and walked back to his bed. “Just be quiet about it. My parents will flip if you wake them up. Again.” He slid under his sheet and rolled to his side, facing the wall.

“Daichi, I don’t think I’ll be able to hold in my death scream as I plunge to the ground one hundred meters below.”

“Don’t worry, it’s not that high.”

“Daichi, I’m really going to do it.”

“Okay.”

Several silent seconds ticked by before the sound of the balcony door sliding shut hummed through the room. Daichi listened intently for any indication of what side Sugawara ended up on. After a long minute, soft footsteps padded in his direction and he let out a sigh.

“Daichi, you’re no fun,” Sugawara murmured.

“I know.”

“Asahi would sneak out with me.”

Daichi snorted, “No he wouldn’t.”

Sugawara sighed loudly and grabbed Daichi’s sheet, “I know. You’re both a couple of nerds.”

Daichi held his breath as the warmth of his vice-captain slid into the bed behind him.

“I just wanted to go look at the stars,” Sugawara huffed, tugging on Daichi’s pillow. “They’re really bright tonight.”

“Look by yourself then,” Daichi opened his eyes and stared at the wall, breathing deeply and slowly, attempting to still the racing of his traitorous heart.

“It’s more fun with a partner,” he snuggled in close to his back, not touching, but almost.

“Guess you came to the wrong house then.”

Sugawara didn’t reply for a long moment and Daichi used the silence to concentrate on something, anything other than the hot breath tickling the back of his neck.

His efforts were smashed to the ground when he felt a poke in his side, followed by Sugawara’s finger trailing down to the waistband of his boxer briefs. Daichi held his breath as the finger slipped inside, pulled back, and snapped the elastic against his skin.

“I didn’t peg you as the type to sleep in your panties, Daichi,” Sugawara giggled.

Daichi gulped, “Well it’s hot as hell so…”

“Not hot enough to sleep naked though?”

Daichi squeezed his hands into fists, fingernails digging in to his palms, “Maybe I was naked but put them on when you knocked.”

Sugawara’s finger snapped his elastic again, “If that’s the case then I’m slightly disappointed that your curtains were closed…”

“H-huh?”

“Nothing,” his finger drifted up his side.

Daichi shivered.

“Are you cold, Daichi?”

“N-No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“You’ve got goosebumps.”

“You’re tickling me.”

“I didn’t peg you as the ticklish type.”

“Guess I’m just full of surprises tonight then.”

Sugawara chuckled, “I like surprises.”

Daichi swallowed the lump that formed in his throat and stared at the wall.

I have a huge crush on you.

Surprise.

“Hey Daichi?”

“Y-Yeah?” Daichi choked on the word and coughed into his fist.

Silence stretched between them and Sugawara let out a deep sigh.

“Nah. Never mind.”

Sugawara’s hand slipped off of his side and then all five of his fingertips pressed gently against his back. Daichi chewed on his bottom lip and closed his eyes. It took all of his self-control to hold himself back from rolling over and gathering his troublesome vice-captain into his arms and planting the kiss he had been dying to give him for the past year and a half directly onto his lips.

No matter how much he wanted to, Daichi couldn’t possibly do something as stupid as that. They were friends. And on top of that, they were both boys. That was weird. Sugawara would think he was weird. He’d probably stop sneaking over to his house if Daichi did something as gross as that. He’d probably even stop talking to him. Maybe he’d avoid him. They wouldn’t have study dates anymore. He would probably even stop changing in front of him in the club room.

Because Daichi was gross, wasn’t he?

It was gross that he was pining for his best friend, his vice-captain… another boy.

Not that anyone could blame him, right?

Sugawara was beautiful. It was no wonder Daichi fell for him. He was gorgeous and fun and cheerful and supportive. And he always seemed happy to be with Daichi. As if seeing him every day at school and volleyball practice was never enough… he snuck over to Daichi’s house every weekend to drag him off on some stupid adventure.

It was really no wonder that Daichi was hopelessly in love with the guy.

“Hey Daichi.”

Sugawara’s soft voice dragged him from his thoughts. He gulped and dug his fingernails harder into his palms.

“Yeah?”

“I know a really good spot to look at the stars.”

Daichi pursed his lips.

“It’s my favorite, secret spot. But I’m willing to share it with you.”

He smiled softly, “You’re so generous.”

“I know.”

Daichi inhaled deeply and then let it out. He sat up and looked down at Sugawara, who peered up at him with a cocked eyebrow. Daichi stared for a long second, soaking in just how perfect the boy looked nestled in his bed, the navy blue pillow case ruffling his pale hair around his face.

I’m in love with you.

Surprise.

“Alright,” Daichi rubbed his eyes. “Let me put on some clothes. Then take me to your secret spot.”

“Oh ho, you want to be in my secret spot, eh Daichi?”

Daichi’s face flamed and he didn’t need to look to know that Sugawara was wearing that sneaky smirk.

“Shut the hell up,” he grumbled and crawled out of the bed.

Sugawara snickered.

Daichi dressed quickly, pulling on the track suit he had discarded hours earlier after volleyball practice.

“You’re going to wear a stinky, sweaty track suit on our date, Daichi? How unromantic.”

He’s doing this on purpose.

Daichi swallowed, zipping up his jacket.

“Don’t complain,” he said firmly. “I’ll wear whatever I want.”

“Rude. I took a shower and put on this really nice outfit. And you’re just going to wear your wrinkly volleyball duds? Why do I even try?”

“You’re wearing jeans and a sweatshirt,” Daichi pointed out, glancing over his shoulder to where Sugawara was still stretched out on his bed. “Don’t act like you’re in a tuxedo.”

“Yeah but at least they’re clean,” Sugawara pouted his lips. He hesitated and then looked away, “Well, mostly clean.”

Daichi snorted and pulled on a pair of socks.

“Fine,” Sugawara said. “I’ll let it slide that you’re wearing a smelly track suit only because this isn’t really a date.”

Daichi stared down at his sneakers silently. Ouch. Rejection.

“But,” Sugawara added, somewhat hesitantly. “When we do go on a real date, I’ll expect something a little nicer.”

Daichi’s heart thudded into action and his face blazed. He couldn’t keep the smile from his face as he picked up his shoes and turned.

“Sure,” he said brightly. “On a real one, I’ll be sure to wear something really nice.”

Sugawara smiled and sat up. “Okay! Let’s go!” he hopped to his feet and walked towards the balcony.

“Ah… can’t we just sneak out the front?” Daichi asked anxiously. “If we’re quiet—”

“No way! The best part about sneaking out is climbing out the window!”

Sugawara grabbed his hand and dragged him to the sliding door.

“But we’re three stories up—”

“Don’t worry, I’ve done it a thousand times.”

Daichi groaned uncomfortably as they slipped out into the night, Sugawara closing the door behind them. Daichi glanced over the railing of the balcony, down to the grassy lawn far below.

“It’s easy,” Sugawara promised, releasing his hand and moving to the side of the balcony. “You just grab on to the gutter and slide down to the second floor, then balance on the window sill and grab onto the terrace. Then it’s pretty close to the ground so you can just drop!”

“Suga, you’re crazy.”

Sugawara turned to him, grinning, “Yep!”

Daichi swallowed hard and slipped his feet into his sneakers.

“Alright,” he inhaled deeply. “Let’s go then.”

“I’ll go first and show you how it’s done,” Sugawara eagerly scampered over the railing of the balcony and latched onto the wobbly gutter. Daichi stood anxiously nearby, hands out in case he needed to grab onto him and drag him back to safety.

Sugawara expertly slid down the gutter to the terrace. He lowered to his butt and then slipped over it, twisting and grabbing onto the ledge to slowly lower over the grass. He dropped the final distance, landing in a crouch. He straightened and grinned up at Daichi, giving him a wave.

He made it look so effortless.

There was no way Daichi could pull that off.

If he didn’t slip and fall to his death, he was at least going to look like a clumsy asshole right in front of Sugawara. He was probably going to tease him forever. He definitely wasn’t going to miraculously fall in love with how cool and suave he was, like Daichi kind of secretly hoped he would. But if Daichi changed his mind and went back into his bedroom, Sugawara would probably think he was even lamer.

So the only option was to just do it.

Maybe Sugawara would admire his bravery.

And fall deeply in love with him.

Though, probably not.

Daichi let out a sigh and climbed slowly over the railing of the balcony. He wrapped his hands tightly around the gutter, quivering in fear. He weighed more than Sugawara. What if it was too much? What if he pulled the gutter off of the house? That would look so lame.

Daichi was going to look so lame.

He gritted his teeth and clumsily slid down the gutter to the window on the second floor Sugawara had used for balance. Daichi got his feet onto the window sill with no trouble and let out a sigh of relief that the gutter had held out.

Feeling confident, he reached for the terrace.

But he released the gutter a little too soon.

And then he kind of flailed for a moment, life flashing before his eyes as his fingers just missed the terrace and wind milled through the air.

And man Daichi was so lame. Because he slipped off of the window sill and plunged the rest of the way to the lawn, letting out a soft “Oh” before his back and head connected with the grass.

He was dead.

He was sure that he was dead.

After all, the only thing in his eyes was a sky full of glittering stars, shining brighter than anything Daichi had ever seen. They were so beautiful that they stole the breath from his lungs.

Wow.

And then Sugawara’s face leaned over him, worry lined in the firm curl of his eyebrows, eyes wide, mouth flapping as he spoke.

Daichi, Daichi, oh my god. Daichi, are you okay?”

Daichi was dead for sure.

Because Sugawara’s face, surrounded by nothing but stars… ah… that was an ethereal sight that could only exist in heaven.

Daichi reached up and cupped the back of Sugawara’s head with one hand, the other snaking around his waist. He dragged him down to his chest, leaning up to meet his lips with his own.

And oh man, Daichi didn’t realize that being dead would be so nice. Sugawara’s lips were soft and slightly parted, his breath hot as it filled Daichi’s mouth. His body was solid but compliant, easily folding into his arms as he slid down to meet him, hands cupping either side of his face.

Daichi had to be in heaven.

Because Sugawara wasn’t resisting. 

In fact, he was kissing him back. One of his legs slipped between Daichi’s thighs and he stretched out on top of him, leaning eagerly into his lips. Daichi tangled his fingers in the hair at the back of his head and pulled him closer, arm tightening around his waist.

Daichi was definitely in heaven.

Except… everything hurt.

His back and head ached and his lungs hadn’t managed to suck in a proper breath yet, resulting in him gasping pathetically for air as he pulled back from Sugawara’s mouth.

Sugawara ignored his desperation for oxygen and chased his lips, covering them once more. His tongue slipped into his mouth and Daichi squeezed his eyes shut.

He was in heaven… right?

Because only in the afterlife would Sugawara ever kiss him like this. Daichi had to be dead. But he hurt all over. And he couldn’t breathe.

And all the blood was rushing to his lower body with every rub of Sugawara’s leg against him.

And he felt very much alive.

Daichi pulled away again.

“S-Suga!”

Sugawara hesitated and leaned back. His eyes were glazed over, cheeks flushed, lips slightly parted as he panted softly.

Daichi gulped, “D-Did I die?”

Sugawara’s eyebrows furrowed and his gaze darted across his face.

“No?” He pushed up on his hands, “I don’t think so? I mean… you look alive. And feel alive. And… oh my god Daichi do you have a hard-on?”

Daichi blanched and he quickly covered his eyes with his hands.

“No, no, no, no, no, please no…”

Sugawara was silent for a long minute before letting out a snorting laugh.

Daichi slowly parted his fingers and peered up at him in humiliation.

“Oh man,” Sugawara wiped his eyes as they filled with tears. “I’m never going to let you live this down.”

“Sh-shut up…”

“Sawamura Daichi fell off his house, kissed his best friend, and popped a boner.”

“Oh my god, stop.”

“Sawamura Daichi, captain of the Karasuno volleyball team, our fearless leader, scary when he’s angry Sawamura Daichi—”

Daichi wrapped his arms around Sugawara’s middle and yanked him to the side. Sugawara let out a yelp as Daichi rolled him onto his back and leaned into him, hiding his face in the crook of his neck.

“I couldn’t help it,” he muttered, heart thundering in his chest. His skin crawled with terror but he couldn’t stop himself at this point. “That’s what happens when you finally kiss the guy you’ve been hopelessly in love with for the past year and a half.”

Silence grew between them and Daichi cursed himself.

He ruined it.

He ruined everything.

“You’ve gotta be kidding,” Sugawara finally whispered.

Daichi squeezed his eyes shut tightly, waiting for the axe to fall and completely sever any hope he ever had that maybe Sugawara could return his feelings.

“A year and a half?” Sugawara let out a huff. “You’re kidding.”

Daichi’s heart dropped.

“Daichi you idiot. Now I look pathetic.”

Sugawara’s arms lifted and wrapped around his shoulders.

“So I’m the only one that’s been pining for the full three years then?”

Daichi’s eyes slowly opened.

What?

“How lame!” Sugawara whined, knees rising on either side of Daichi’s hips. “Lame! Love at first sight is only cute when it happens to both people!”

Daichi leaned back, eyes wide.

“What?”

“How did you not fall in love with me the instant you saw me, Daichi?” Sugawara continued to rant, brows furrowed, nose scrunched. “Was it the hair? Do you not like short hair?”

“Wh-what?”

“Even if you don’t like short hair, I was still really cute! My face hasn’t changed much since then and I haven’t grown all that much…”

“Suga,” Daichi held his breath. “Do… do you…”

Sugawara blinked up at him, “What?”

“Do you like me?”

Sugawara scowled, “Duh!” He hesitated, eyes widening, “You didn’t know that? Are you stupid? Are you literally the dumbest person alive?”

So I’m alive after all?

Daichi’s mind whirled and he wanted nothing more than to go back to bed.

“Daichi, you’re so dumb. Was I not obvious enough, or something? I’ve been carnivorously chasing you ever since first year and you never noticed?” Sugawara’s hands slid down to his shoulders as he gaped up at him. “You mean… all the time I spent ogling you in the club room… and how I wink at you in class… and how I sneak over to your room every weekend… and how I literally suggested we go on a real date like ten minutes ago…” Sugawara blinked in shock, “You never noticed?”

Daichi’s cheeks burned, “I thought you were teasing me…”

“I was!”

Daichi furrowed his brows.

“But I was serious too!” Sugawara let out a laugh and held Daichi’s face in his hands. “You’re so dumb! And here I thought you were just playing hard-to-get… all this time you thought it was one-sided?”

Daichi didn’t reply.

Because yeah. That’s exactly what he thought.

Sugawara’s expression softened and his fingers threaded gently through the hair behind Daichi’s ears.

“I like you, Sawamura Daichi.”

He pulled him down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

And Daichi had to be in heaven.

For long minutes, they lay in the grass, kissing softly, dragging their fingers reverently through each other’s hair and over every millimeter of skin visible in the gaps of their clothing. It wasn’t until an hour later that they lay on their sides in the grass, facing one another, that Daichi remembered the whole purpose for their sneaking out in the first place.

“You didn’t take me to your secret spot,” he mumbled drowsily, blinking slowly.

Sugawara laced their fingers together and smiled.

“Oh ho ho? Daichi wants in my secret spot?”

“Shut up.”

Sugawara giggled and slid closer until their noses were touching.

“It’s okay,” he whispered. “The stars are pretty here too.”

“Hmm…” Daichi closed his eyes. “Beautiful.”

He was just drifting off to sleep when Sugawara admitted under his breath,

“There was never a secret spot.”

The corner of Daichi’s mouth ticked up.

“I just wanted you to sneak out with me.”

And there really was no doubt about it left in Daichi’s mind.

He was definitely in heaven.


Wow. Cheesy. Like super cheesy. Like Mac and Cheese level cheesy. The Mac and Cheese where you make it like on the box and then melt like another two cups of cheese over it because you really like cheese.

Oh well.

There’s my Day One of DaiSuga week 2017. Take it, you animals.

So I wrote a thing in response to this post.  It makes a few specific references and really only makes sense if you look at that first, but I didn’t want to add this on by reblogging because 1) I don’t want to start an argument or anything (though I think I’ve kept it civil, it’s just a different opinion, I just like to really examine each point and why I disagree okay) and 2) it’s over 1500 words SO

Basically the post is about how Harry should have become the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and I respectfully disagree and here’s why

I have a fricking midterm tomorrow what am I doing

Keep reading

Please imagine long after the war, Shepard and Garrus pick up dancing as a hobby. Since their little tango on the citadel, they’ve longed to experience it again - the way their bodies moved together, how it expressed emotions better than words could, how it felt like it was just them.

For someone who could never really dance by herself, Shepard’s a quick learner when it comes to dancing with the one she loves and trusts above any other.

They enjoy it so much they decide to enter a dancing competition. Something different, but rewarding. And at every show, no matter what style the dance is or even if they stuff up, they captivate the audience. There’s just something about the two of them dancing together, something so intimate, so real, so… right.

They don’t care if they win. They try, sure, but at the end of the day, they just enjoy the experience as a couple. They couldn’t ask for more.

{APH rarepair week: day 4 :HISTORY} 

When it comes to history, the first pairing that comes to mind for me is this tragic combo that I call my OTP. 

Spain and Austria had a complicated marriage. How could it not be, considering the times? But I like to think that they loved each other passionately and there were a lot of tender moments in their union. 

One of these moments might have been that Austria’s cross necklace was actually a gift from Spain. But not just any gift - It meant the world to him, because it had belonged to someone very important for Antonio and was actually a “pair” necklace to his own. 

(more of this headcanon here)

Don't Do Love Confessions in Trees

Davey wasn’t used to this.

 Sure he had his fair share of 4th of July barbeques with his family but with family friends? Only once in a while. With friends whom he had met just a couple months prior and was now going to hang out with in a random park in New York? Now this was a first.

He shouldered his grocery bag full of various drinks and beer. This was his first time with the guys with any major (if you can call the 4th of July major) and Davey really didn’t know what to expect.

Do they like alcohol? Well Spot sure did but what about the rest of them? Is Independence Day supposed to be a sober holiday? Were half of them even old enough to drink?

“Hey Davey!”

Davey whipped his head towards where he heard his name and saw Jack racing towards him with a grin on his face. He could see that Jack was wearing a red , white, and blue tank top that was…fairly revealing of his muscles to say the least, not that Davey was noticing of course.

“Hi Jack”, he said, smiling sweetly back at him. Jack was really cute, alright. That didn’t mean that Davey necessarily liked him contrary to what Sarah and Kath told him when they said that he was ‘pining’ over the boy. The way Davey thought about it, he wasn’t pining.

Davey liked to observe. And he had observed how adorable Jack looked whenever he smiled in a way that always curved up a corner of his lip and made Davey feel warm inside. Nothing was going on, right?

The two walked back to where the rest of the group was, near the picnic tables in a clearing just out of the forest of trees.

Specs was losing horribly in an arm wrestling match with Spot while Romeo and Race egged on their boyfriends, Crutchie was desperately trying to shoo the wasps and flies away from the food on the picnic tables.

 Sniper had managed to climb a tree and do a back flip off one of the branches, Jojo had sat down with his phone out to record Sniper’s failure. Albert was perched near Crutchie on the table already asleep, and Henry and Finch had resorted to aiming small pebbles at Mike and Ike while on a tree branch.

“Guys, Davey’s here!” Jack shouted at the group. All of the boys turned their heads to look at the newcomer and wave excitedly. Davey held up the bag with the case of beer sheepishly only to be met with hoots and hollers of thanks and approval.

Alright, so that was certain: they’re all potential alcoholics.

As Jack ran off to join the newly started game of football, Davey came over the tables and set down the drinks. “Hey, Crutchie”, he greeted the short boy and sat down next to him on the bench.

“Hi, Davey!” Crutchie said happily. “So, are you excited? Spending your first holiday with the guys and all?”

Davey bit his lip hesitantly, unsure what to say. “Well, I really don’t know what to expect so not knowing is kinda making me nervous and all.”

Crutchie chuckled, sounding impossibly warm and friendly. How he always sounded so happy was something Davey would never know; Esther always told him to be happier and make more friends but that never worked out. “Just be careful after they’ve had a few drinks, okay? I made all of them promise to limit their alcohol intake this year but just in case. They can get a bit rowdy.”

Davey’s eyebrows shot upwards. “Like ‘violent’ rowdy?”

“Wait what, no! No, no, I didn’t mean it in like the ‘hitting people’ rowdy”, Crutchie assured him, “just rowdy ‘cause of the fact that Specs likes to do excessive pirouettes everywhere when he gets tipsy, Sniper likes to climb trees when he’s drunk so that never ends well, Race and Spot can get really clingy to everybody, and the twins just somehow disappear. The last time that happened, we couldn’t find them for two hours. And Jack? Jack just starts to sing a lot.”

“Somehow, that comforts me but at the same time, it really doesn’t.”

“Don’t worry, Davey. You’ll get used to us soon.” He patted Davey’s back sympathetically. “So how’s your crush on Jack going?”

“It’s nonexistent, for one.”

“That’s what they all say.”

 

-

 

The two spent the next hour talking everything. New York versus Davey’s home state of Ohio, food, tips on being mom-friends for the rest of the boys, Crutchie’s insistence that Davey had feelings for Jack…everything.

After a while, the sun had begun to set, filling the now orange sky with purple and pink-tinted clouds. Albert had finally managed to spark a bonfire in one of the park’s fire pits much to frustration and many, many attempts from Henry and Mike.”

“Hey Crutchie?” Davey asked tentatively. “What time do the fireworks start? ‘Cause I get kinda jumpy round them all the, um, loud noises and all that just in case so I don’t freak out when they go off.”

“I think ‘round 9? And if you get scared, you can just hold Jack’s hand. I know he really, really won’t mind.” He leaned back and held his hands up in a defensive manner, trying to hold back giggles as Davey blushed red and started trying to stammer out a retort.

“And speak of the devil”, Crutchie smirked seeing Jack jog towards the pair. He was slightly sweaty with his hair all windswept and ruffled and looking all pretty and holy crap, maybe Crutchie was right on his crush for Jack, Davey thought.

“You two talkin’ ‘bout me?” Jack joked after taking a deep swig from his water bottle.

“No”, Davey blurted out. Was he being an unreasonable person for not confessing his feelings for Jack and suppressing all of his emotions? Yes but that’s what Sarah did with Kath and that ended in the two getting engaged so it can’t be that bad, right?

Crutchie merely shrugged while keeping his knowing smirk at a minimum and away from Jack’s eyes. Davey glanced at him suspiciously. Is setting up people part of the mom-friend agenda? “Jack, why don’t you show Davey the view? Like the tree one you found a couple years back?”

Oh yeah, it totally was.

Jack’s eyes lit up and it seemed a light bulb had secretly gone off over his head. Without a word, he took Davey’s hand in his own and ran off into the maze of trees, dragging the taller boy behind him. Davey looked behind his shoulder and saw Crutchie laughing at him.

He flashed Crutchie a glare and a middle finger with his free hand that wasn’t in Jack’s paint-streaked one. He responded Davey with a middle finger of his own. That little bitch of a ray of sunshine.

At last after what seemed to be an eternity of running, Jack stopped at the base of a large and tall tree. Davey estimated it to be, what? 70 feet tall?

“C’mon, Davey”, jack prompted as he leapt onto a branch and swung onto a higher one. How did he do that? Who was he? Tarzan?

Davey stared at the ground nervously, his foot starting to tap rapidly on the mossy floor. “Uh, Jack? I don’t know how to climb trees. And I’m really scared of heights. This isn’t gonna work out well.”

Jack froze for a second before jumping back down to a lower branch to reach his hand out for Davey t o grab. “Sorry, I didn’t know”, he chuckled sheepishly. “Just take my hand and I’ll pull you up on this part. Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall. Promise.”

Well, okay then.

With little hesitation, Davey grabbed Jack’s hand tightly and managed to pull himself onto the first branch six feet off the ground. His heart rate rose a little out of fear but it was fine; Jack had promised him. And he trusted Jack.

“Now from here, it’s really easy”, Jack told him, his voice warm and kind. “Just one foot after the other, one branch then to another okay? You’ll do fine.”

“The only exercise I ever get is running away from my problems so I don’t know about that”, Davey grunted as he pulled himself up to a high branch and put his foot onto another one to climb up, lungs already hurting and heaving from exhaustion.

“I am way too out of shape for thi – woAH!” Davey’s foot slipped off the branch under his foot as it gave way.

Jack grabbed his arm as quick as lightening and set him on another one before Davey could fall more than he already had. “As Rose Bukater has once said, I will never let go.”

“Yeah, she said that and then she let Jack Dawson drift down to the bottom of the ocean”, Davey retorted sarcastically as he tried to find a sturdier branch to set his weight on. “And I didn’t think that you’d be the type to watch ‘Titanic’. That’s kinda more of Romeo’s thing, right?”

“Every year on Romeo’s birthday, he forces everybody to watch it with him so I think I have the whole script of the movie down by now.”

“Really? Oh FUC-“ The branch that Davey grabbed on to snapped, making him lose balance and leaving Jack less than a second to grab him by the back of his shirt collar as Davey dangled forty feet above the ground.

He again pulled him up onto a sturdier branch and flicked Davey’s forehead. “What’re you doin’?! You wanna bust you head open?” he yelled worriedly full of fear for the other boy’s safety.

“No, I wanna go down.”

“We’ll be down there soon enough! And Sarah will murder me if I let you get hurt!” Jack shuddered at the thought of what would happen if Sarah and Kath got their hands on him. He knew that Sarah was naturally protective of Davey being her younger brother but Kath would go berserk to help her former girlfriend/now fiancée. “C’mon, we got more than halfway up. I we hurry we might have time to climb down and catch the fireworks with the guys!”

For the remaining thirty feet up in the tree, Davey had nearly fallen down no less than 5 times during their climb. And every time, Jack was able to catch him by some limb or the collar of his neck which was usually followed by a brief lecture of chastising on Jack’s [art on being more careful.

By the time the climb was over, Jack Kelly had never been more stressed in his life.

 

-

 

“Oh thank God it’s over.” Davey’s chest heaved, racking with tired breaths. He leaned his head onto the large branch and closed his eyes as he clung to it tightly, afraid of looking down. 

Davey knew that they were high up; the breeze was a lot stronger and colder and they had just spent nearly an hour climbing. Of course, half of that hour was Jack keeping him from falling tens of feet towards the ground usually followed with a minor freak-out and a lot of chastising on Jack’s part.

“You did good, Davey but open them pretty blue eyes. I think the climb was worth the view”, he heard Jack chuckle. “And relax a bit, would ya? I promised that you ain’t gonna fall on my watch.”

Ugh. Fine.

He slowly opened one eye then the other. It was gorgeous, really. Davey’s clutch on the tree loosed as he gazed at the sea of green and at the sun peaking over the Manhattan skyline as it nearly disappeared.

The orange sky had already begun to fade completely into a dark blue, almost black night that was speckled with stars. All of the skyscrapers loomed in the background like a dark silhouette for one of Jack’s paintings of the city.

When Davey looked across the canopy of leaves and branches and onwards at the small picnic clearing, he could make out two figures on their backs on the grass holding each other and pointing up at the sky; Romeo and Specs probably? It couldn’t be Race and Spot, the most vulnerable affection they would allow themselves to show in public was fiercely making out. The rest of the moving dots that he could see were just a bunch of flailing limbs; a cart wheeling contest maybe?

“Pretty, ain’t it?” Jack murmured wistfully. Davey met his eyes and they were glazed with contentment and some sort of nostalgic look. “Santa Fe looks exactly like this, ya know. Less buildings, though, and more orange”, he continued, eyes still fixed on the horizon.

“You ever been to Santa Fe before?” Davey asked. What is with Jack and Santa Fe? Only five months and he had already memorized his ‘Go West, Young Man’ dream. Literally everybody who has spent any amount of time with Jack had.

Jack shook his head, the sun’s light bouncing off of his wavy brown hair, making it seem golden. “I tried leaving once, didn’t work. New York’s got me, hook, line and sinker. Can’t even stay away from this city even if I left.”

The two stayed silent for a while, their legs swinging back and forth as they dangled from a sturdy branch. Davey took a deep breath from the wind that whipped around him. It was both figuratively and literally a breath of fresh air away from the city life. Before his mind could drift off again, Davey realized that it was getting dark.

“C’mon, Jack.” He carefully stood up on trembling legs and balanced his feet on the branch. “The sun’s leaving and we should get down now if we want to catch some of the fireworks with the guys.”

“Can we stay up here for just a couple more minutes, Dave? I need to say something and Crutchie told me to take you here to tell you and I thought that you’d be more comfortable if it wasn’t in front of all the guys…” Jack smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. His cheeks began to turn slightly pink, something he usually caused other people to do.

Davey’s eyebrows furrowed. “Jack, is there something wrong?”

“NO. No, everything’s fine, everything’s okay”, he quickly blurted, his cheeks getting redder with every word. “Uh, wow, is just me or is it getting warm up here?”

“It’s summer, Jackie, of course it’s warm.”

Jack’s chuckles turned more and more frantic. “Look, Dave. I’m not good with words so this is really hard…but that’s nothing new! Still, I have to try to explain what I’m feeling for you.”

“Wait, what?”

“David Jacob- waIT DAVEY CALM DOWN, CALM DOWN JUST TRY TO BREATHE I DON’T WANT YOU TO PASS OUT FROM HYPERVENTILATING AT THE TOP OF A TREE. You okay?”

“No, not really.”

“Okay then, I’m gonna try this again.” Jack took a deep breath to calm himself down. This was harder than he thought it’d be. “David Jacobs, I wanted to write to you and tell you the way I feel but I’m better with a brush than with a pen. I used to be only happy when I’m set in front of a canvas but now I don’t care if I ever paint again. You’re the only piece of luck that’s come my way and I am in love with you, Davey. I know this feeling all too well but I believe in fate. I am absolutely smitten and if you’ll take me, I’ll never let you go.”

“…”

“Davey, say something please.”

“…Did Crutchie set you up for this since he knew that I wouldn’t make the first move?”

“Yeah.”

Jack took Davey’s hands in his own. “I’m assuming that that’s a ‘yes’?” he asked hopefully.

Davey answered with a swoop forward, taking Jack’s lips in his own. It was quick and sweet, just like the person who started it. He broke the kiss and looked at Jack. The other boy had frozen solid in shock, eyes wide open and mouth still slightly parted.

“Oh, fuck, sorry Jack. I, I thought that it was okay and -”

“You know you could tell a guy to actually prepare himself for what’s he’s been dreaming to do for a couple months now!” Jack busted out in laughter and doubled over as much as standing on a tree branch could allow. “It’s alright, Davey”, he smiled. “You wanna try that again?”

Davey nodded. Both Jack and him leaned towards each other slowly, nervous of the tricky dance of relationship they were about to begin but even more excited for the actual dance itself.

 

PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWW

Davey yelped and flinched at the sudden firework, losing his already loose footing on the branch he was standing on. “DAVEY”, Jack screamed his name as his new boyfriend tumbled through the tangle of branches down, down, down until he heard a loud thud at the bottom.

Heart thumping wildly, Jack swung down from tens of feet of branches until he reached the bottom one and leapt off. He saw Davey lying still as a stone on the floor with his knees curled up to his chest and ran to him, the rush making him nearly trip over himself.

“DAVEY, Davey, Dave…You okay? Wait, what the fuck am I saying, you’re definitely not okay, you just fell seventy feet through the air from a tree, of course you’re not okay. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought you up there, this is all my fault -”

“Jack, I’m fine”, Davey got up from his fetal position with tears in his eyes. He hugged Jack tightly with one of his arms; the other one, he had curled up to his chest at an odd angle. “My arm just looks kinda weird, I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

Jack clutched Davey’s hand from the arm that was uninjured. He liked to hold Davey’s hand. It made him feel safe and warm and wanted.

“We gotta get you to the hospital”, he finally said and lifted Davey up in his arms bridal style.

“Only my arm is broken, Jackie, I can still walk just fine.”

We gotta get you to a hospital.” Jack’s grip on him tightened, ignoring his complaints that Jack’s processing of anatomical injuries was very wrong and how broken arms don’t mean broken legs.

 

-

 

“Hey Spot, Davey and I are back and we need to borrow your car! Davey broke his arm and I need to take him to the hospital to get it checked out.”

“What the fuck, Kelly? How’d he break his arm?”

“He got surprised by a firework and fell out of a tree.”

“What is he, an acorn?”

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Has anybody else noticed this adorable af Link Strike with Prompto, where he and Noct switch weapons and Prom totally smacks the crap out of whatever mob you’re fighting like a total bad-ass before celebrating with a cute little victory jump at the end? I literally can’t get enough of it. <3

(P.S. Sorry if the GIFs are a little wonky, this is the first time I’ve ever made and/or posted GIFs online, so I’m really just trying to figure things out as I go along ^^)

anonymous asked:

RFA+V and Saeran finding out that MC is really protective of their s/o and having to hold them back from trying to beating up someone who talked crap about them. I'm not sorry MC will fite anyone. Even themselves. I will go down with this headcanon

Zen

  • Ok, he’s supposed to be the one getting pissed when his director gives him shit???
  • Yet here he is, holding MC back, trying to shut her up so that she doesn’t make things worse for him.
  • “Okay, okay, okay, I’ll apologize, just let me go.”
  • “Sir, you’re lucky to have Zen as part of your cast for this musical. It’s a wonderful production, but I would advise you to treat all of your actors with more respect before it causes a problem.
  • When she turns back around to see the disappointed look on Zen’s face, that’s when she remembers she was supposed to apologize.
  • “Oh yeah, and I’m sorry I tried to punch your face. I hope it helped get my point across, though.”

Yoosung

  • “He called you a what?!?!”
  • “Oh god, MC, please don’t start anything…..!”
  • “No, I’m gonna go give this guy a piece of my mind!!! That’s bullying! God, I hate bullies!”
  • She literally drags Yoosung out of the car and forces him to show her where this asshole might be.
  • “Oh look, the annoying kid’s girlfriend is trying to come to his rescue! What a bunch of freaks! If you have a problem with me, handle it yourself, you fa-”
  • MC’s fist landed hard on his jaw, then she pushed him up against the wall. She’s yelling about respecting others and “people who only have shit to say should keep their goddamn mouths closed!” and Yoosung is freaking out.
  • Yoosung grabs her by the shirt and literally drags her away.
  • “Be assholes to ANYONE again, I dare you! There’s enough of my fist to go around, fellas!”
  • Nobody ever bothered Yoosung again.


Jaehee

  • Okay, all they wanted to do was run to the convenience store for some lunch. The past week, they’d only been able to spend time together at night, assuming that MC wasn’t already asleep by the time Jaehee got home.
  • THEY JUST WANTED TO SPEND TIME TOGETHER
  • According to Jumin, the report that Jaehee had submitted to him earlier in the day was “trash” and she’d have to use her lunch break to fix her mistakes.
  • “MC, you know how Mr. Han is. We can have lunch tomorrow.”
  • “Oh, yeah.. That sound’s good, Jaehee.”
  • …….
  • “You realize that Jaehee is the hardest worker that you’ve ever come into contact with, right?!? Having her work for you is more than you could ever ask for and sure as hell more than you deserve!!!”
  • When Jaehee heard the commotion and ran out, Jumin was pushed up against a wall with the front of his shirt balled up in MC’s fist.
  • Jaehee just sort of picked MC up and ran off with her before any of them got any angrier.


Jumin

  • “Yeah, I did an interview with him a few weeks ago about C&R’s possible cat hotel line, and the guy was awful! Jumin Han is one of the most arrogant bastards I’ve met, and that’s coming from someone who does celebrity interviews for a living.”
  • OHHHHHHH NO HE DID NOT SAY THAT 
  • MC called up A! Celebrity News in a rage, requested she get an interview, and damn it, she was not hanging up until she got one.
  • Jumin came with her to the interview. Before they went on the air, MC had a small amount of time to talk to the interviewer.
  • “Actually, I’m not interested in an interview. I only wanted to confront you concerning what you said about my husband earlier this week.”
  • When MC lunged at him, Jumin grabbed around her middle and told her that he doesn’t care about what some shitty news program has to say about him, so neither should she.
  • Jumin literally carried her outside and threw her into the car to avoid being sued.


707

  • He took MC to an amusement park, and they’d been playing games for hours. 
  • The guy at the dunk tank was insulting everyone who walked by, calling them “scrawny,” or “weak,” or even shouting “Hey ugly!” at some of them.
  • When he shouted “Hey, little frilly thing in the pink! Think your frail little arms can take me down?” at MC, she was sucked in.
  • She got three goes at it, and every time she missed, the dunkee laughed.
  • “Oh, why don’t you give the boy a try? He’s obviously been working out, what with the juggling and everything! God, the clowns really do get more breaks than us!” He started touching his hair, implying that it was Seven’s red hair that ‘gave him away.’
  • MC’s last ball missed, making her sigh and the man in the tank laugh. “Hey, Maybe you should be getting back to your posse! I think I saw balloon animals and red hair go that way!”
  • MC WAS NO LONGER DRY AND THEY’RE BOTH NO LONGER WELCOME AT THE AMUSEMENT PARK.


V

  • MC wasn’t really paying attention, and V literally didn’t see where he was going. 
  • When V bumped into a guy with two waters in his hands, he immediately apologized.
  • “Fucking idiot, watch where you’re going. You fuckin’ blind of something?”
  • None of the water had even spilled?? Why the hell was he so angry?????
  • And he picked on something that V couldn’t control???? oh no.
  • MC took both of the waters from him, dumped them both on top of his head, then threw the cups at his face.
  • V grabbed around MC’s waist, picked her up, and started walking in the opposite direction.
  • “Darling, I don’t know where we’re going, but we’re going somewhere to calm down.”


Saeran

  • If someone so much as thinks something bad about Saeran, MC is going to kick ass.
  • Saeran waits for her to do some damage before he actually tries to help. 
  • Fights are exciting and she usually wins anyways. What do you want from him????
  • They’re banned from quite a few places because one of them ends up fighting someone almost every time they leave the house.
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She texted me, ‘Holy crap, Sofia. This is amazing. I remember when we were in fifth grade and you did a project on the U.S. national team and said you wanted to play on their team.’

I honestly read that and said, 'Holy crap, that’s true.’

I think every girl who has this dream will understand that it means everything. It’s a surreal feeling because you’ve been working so hard toward this. Just to get a call-up is such an opportunity.

  • Reigen: who broke it?
  • Reigen: I'm not mad, I just want to know
  • Mob: I did, I brok-
  • Reigen: no, no you didn't... shou?
  • Shou: well don't look at me, look at Ritsu.
  • Ritsu: what? I didn't break it
  • Shou: that's weird, how'd you even know it was broken?
  • Ritsu: because it's sitting right in front of us. And it's broken.
  • Shou: hm, suspicious
  • Ritsu: no it's not!
  • Serizawa: I don't know if it matters, probably not, but ekubo was the last one to use it
  • Ekubo: liar! I don't even drink that crap!
  • Serizawa: then what were you doing by the coffee machine earlier?
  • Ekubo: I use the wooden stirs to push back my cuticles everyone knows this, Serizawa
  • Mob: let's not fight, I broke it. Let me pay for it, shishou.
  • Reigen: No, who broke it?
  • Ritsu: Reigen, teru's been pretty quiet
  • Teru: really!
  • Ritsu: yeah really!
  • Teru: oH MY GOD!
  • Reigen, to the side: I broke it. It burned my hand and I punched it.