Shiro and Allura having tea in a garden. And she's winking and making a move and he's all flustered. Tehe
coran found allura’s old favorite tea set that she presumed lost with the fall of altea, shiro suggested a birthday tea party, and it’s allllll downhill from here (sorry this kind of diverted from the original prompt!! i had an idea midway through sketching :x )
Headcanon that Victor isn’t very up-to-date with English texting lingo, and that at some point he asks someone what “ily” means and he mistakenly hears them say “I love Yuuri” instead of “I love you.” Internally, he’s like ‘ahhh that makes sense’ because, yes, everyone in Saint Petersburg loves Yuuri. It makes sense that Mila and Sara would text each other “I love Yuuri.”
So he starts texting Yuuri “ily” and Yuuri starts saying it back. Victor finds this slightly odd but also very endearing because!!! Yes!!! Yuuri loves Yuuri!!! One day they’re talking and Victor makes a note about this and Yuuri has to explain it to him and…. And Victor is shook……
((I LOVE THOSE GAMES SO MUCH, EVEN AFTER ALL THESE YEARS!! Nageki is my favorite character, though I also care a lot about Ryouta and Anghel and Kazuaki - well at least I find Kazuaki really interesting. Also, did you play Holiday Star?? That’s what made me love Nageki even more, though that was so bittersw– AUGHJSDKF))
P: You’re going to break my neck like that!! Don’t you also have an art blog for things like these??
shivered as he tugged the blanket closer to his face, trying to make it
completely shield him in the hope that he’d become warmer. The heat had been
turned up, he had a thick blanket on top of him and yet he was still freezing.
It didn’t help that his head felt like a scrambled egg, accompanied by the
burning pain in his face.
and MC had looked forward to their outing all week, and he didn’t want to be a
burden, so he acted like he was alright when they left. Now as he lay on the
large couch in the living room, too tired to move to his bed, he wondered if
Hell would be warmer.
of calm footsteps on concrete alerted him he had a visitor. He didn’t have to
guess who it was; for weeks on end the same guy visited irregularly, taking
care of the chaos his stupid brother and equally nutty partner created around
the house. For all the times he complained about not being a maid, he sure
acted like one.
time he came by, Saeran felt flustered. Mary was Seven’s close friend and he
had helped them during… that time,
but he always got nervous around him. The older man seemed to fuss a lot too
which made matters worse.
time was no different. Vanderwood walked into the living room, his arms already
full with random crap he had picked up on the way, and halted when he saw
Saeran on the couch.
the- Are you alright?” He asked, as if Saeran had broken an arm or something.
The former agent dropped all things on the carpet and head towards him. As much
as he wanted to, Saeran couldn’t push himself further into the couch and tried
not to feel embarrassed when Vanderwood gently touched his forehead.
fine.” Saeran angrily mumbled, face half under the blanket. The cold racked
through his body and made him shiver violently again, feeling goosebumps all
over. Vanderwood sighed and moved away from him. When he stayed out of sight
for a while, Saeran couldn’t stop himself from feeling sad - maybe he wasn’t as
interesting to be around like Saeyoung.
sure how much time had passed with how woozy he felt, but at some point he felt
the couch dip and he opened his eyes to Vanderwood kneeling next to him,
holding a cup of what smelled like tea.
this, it helps.”
was warm, gentle and much too close. “…told
you, I’m fine.”
being so bloody stubborn! Do you want to get better or not?” Vanderwood gave
him no room to answer as he carefully lifted Saeran up until they both sat
upright on the couch. Dizzy from the fever, Saeran wobbled until Vanderwood
wrapped a warm arm around him to keep him steady, still holding the tea in
front of him.
dearly that Vanderwood thought the blush on his face was from the illness and
accepted the cup, taking small sips. The sweetness of the honey made the tea
taste pleasant, and soon he had downed it all, the liquid warming him up from
the inside. Vanderwood quickly put the cup on the ground and wrapped the
redhead properly with the blanket.
chills refused to leave him. Automatically, his body leaned towards the biggest
source of warmth and only when his face rested on a warm and comfortable chest,
hearing a heartbeat that rapidly increased in tempo, did he realize what he was
doing. Saeran looked up and saw Vanderwood looking away from him, blushing as
much as he was, but doing nothing to push him off. When he attempted to scoot
away, the strong arm held him firmly in place.
fine. Body heat warms you up faster.” Vanderwood shifted so he was half lying,
half sitting on the armrest of the couch with a cocooned Saeran on top of him.
to argue, Saeran resigned himself to the situation and felt the older man
breathe in and out slowly, his head going along with the movement. As the heartbeat
slowed down, his eyelids started to droop and peaceful sleep overtook him, finally
was making him drowsy. Vanderwood browsed the Tripter app, trying to keep
perfectly still. Saeran’s hair was tickling his neck, his body was glowing like
a radiator, and Vanderwood’s leg was starting to get pins and needles from the
weight on it but he refused to move so the younger man could get his much
needed rest. Definitely Seven’s twin, matching his stubbornness and idiocy.
was muttering something in his sleep. Gently, he pushed away strands of hair from
his forehead, and was met with a serene expression. The word cute drifted into Vanderwood’s
mind, and he flushed for thinking so.
chatter came from the hallway and like geese, Seven and MC walked in making too
much noise. Shocked, they gaped at the sight of the two and Seven was about to say
something most likely ridiculous, when MC slapped her hand in front of his
mouth. Quickly the two of them ran off to the nearest room, excited and
dismayed and all around annoying.
facepalmed. He was never going to hear the end of this.