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Parts 1 / 2 / 3 Word count: 567 Pairing: Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney A/N: This has taken me too long to finish… Thanks for reading!

Fuck. What have I done…? How could it possibly be a good idea to invite him over? What could come out of this? Ah, this isn’t happening. And the doorbell rang.

“Hi.” Rogue scratched his forehead and stood aside, letting Sting in. 

“Hello, how are you? Um, I’ve brought wine, if you’re interested.” He handed over the bottle.

“Thanks. You can sit here until I take this to the kitchen.” When Rogue left, he glanced around the living room for a few seconds and took a seat on the couch. It was only a matter of time before Rogue came back with two glasses and the wine and sat on the couch in complete silence, almost shaking.

“What are you doing?” Sting was curious. It was the first time he ever saw Rogue faintly trembling and being so restrained, especially in his own house.

“What are you talking about? I’m not doing anything.” He tried to save the situation, yet his efforts were in vain. He could feel Sting’s eyes piercing right through his nervousness.

“Well, you’ve barely said anything since I came here. I’m wondering if that’s because of me.” Sting’s confidence made Rogue stop blinking. He smirked. This reaction was priceless. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say this so bluntly. But, really, can you relax a bit? We’ve met so many times. How is this one so different?” He touched his shoulder.

“You can’t see it, can you? You’re used to this, but it’s an entirely new concept for me. You’ve done this a million times and it’s nothing special to you, but don’t you understand how it feels like for me? I invited you here. I don’t do that. I still can’t understand why I did it and what I’m supposed to do now. I just don’t, okay?” He sighed.

“So it wasn’t my imagination after all. This isn’t an ordinary invite for you, it is indeed something more.” He covered his face with his hands.

“I’m sorry if this inconveniences you, but yes. This is much more to me. I-”

“Don’t say anything else. I know. And I like you too. Well, I mean, more than a friend.” He took a step closer to Rogue, who was left speechless after that.

“Are you kidding me?” This was the first thing that came out of Rogue’s mouth after the entire conversation. He couldn’t believe this was real. He was convinced that it was some kind of a joke.

“Why would I do that? Didn’t you listen to what I just said? I like you. And it’s not normal to me either. You’re a completely different person than any other I’ve ever met. It’s a new beginning for me as well. What’s so hard to believe?” Sting frowned.

Rogue couldn’t stop. He took one step forward and touched Sting’s cheek. Everything happened in a single moment. Their lips collided. Rogue held him tight, his palms on his face. They parted for a moment, eyes half-closed full of lust.

“Hey, can I touch your butt? I mean, to be honest, I’ve been looking at it since the day I met you.” Sting asked.

“What the fuck? Oh come on, you just ruined the moment.” Rogue smirked.

“Yeah, but I got you to laugh, relax and kiss me. Shouldn’t I get a reward?”

“Ah, okay. But I’ll get to touch yours too.”

Pairing: Otayuri (Yuri!!! on ice) Word count: 531 TW: Stress, depression A/N: Fast forward to five years post canon, Yuri lives with Otabek and is significantly taller. (that’s just a headcanon ahaha) This is how I ruined my first otayuri fic because of my extremely bad mental health. Thanks to everyone who survived after reading it.

“Otabek! I’m home. Sorry I’m late. Yakov had a lecture prepared for me after practice for not wanting to attend an interview about next season and I couldn’t avoid it this time… Otabek? Are you listening?” Yuri dropped his backpack and headed to the bedroom. His boyfriend was nowhere to be found. Well, he must have gone somewhere. That was what he thought and took of his clothes. As he approached the bathroom door, he noticed that it was locked. Oh shit.

Thanks for asking!! It was, um, fun to write!! (You’ll see…ahaha)

“Yuuri, canyou hear me? Yuuri!”

It was anordinary Sunday in St. Petersburg, at Victor’s house. The Japanese skater hadbeen living there for six months after the Grand Prix Final, having the time ofhis life with his boyfriend. One day, something happened that couldn’t havebeen prevented by anyone. It was fate for it to happen and disrupt the beautifullives of the couple. Bad things happen for a reason, yet Victor would not beable to comprehend why this exact thing would happen to them.

Yuuri wasmopping the stairs while listening to music. He had turned on the radio and waslistening to music loudly, since Victor was still out for a run. His life hadbecome so much better after moving in with Victor and that was something heliked to enjoy, while singing his favorite songs.

Oh, I need to bring another mop because thisone’s too used.

Suddenly, he slipped off the stairs. He fellonto his head and lost consciousness. By the time that Victor came home, bloodwas everywhere and Yuuri was irresponsive. The paramedics took him to the hospital,where Victor waited for hours to hear any news from a doctor.

“We’ll monitorhim throughout the night and see how he is. His injury was too severe to knowthe true extent of the damage in his brain, but we certainly know that it willtake him some time to recover.” The doctors didn’t give him the hope he needed.

A few dayspassed and Yuuri was still unconscious. Victor refused to leave his side andspent all his time in the hospital. Until one day, the nurses that took care ofhim rushed out of his room and called for the doctor. He is awake. Victor entered the room after the doctor’sexamination, only to find out that his boyfriend was lost.

“Hello, um,who are you? Are you a doctor?”

Victor wasinformed that Yuuri had no recollection of his memories after middle school, whichmeant that he had no idea of what had happened the past year. It only took himmoments to realize that his soulmate only saw him as a stranger that happenedto be in his hospital room when he woke up.

“Hello, Iam… Victor, a friend of yours.”

“Somethingfeels strange about you. The doctors said that I have amnesia and that’s why Idon’t remember who you are, but something about you seems familiar. Ah, I’mpretty sure you have no idea what I’m talking about. I hope I’m not soundingweird.” I haven’t forgotten you yet,Victor, I just don’t know why you mean so much to me…

Parts 1 / 2 Link to AO3 Word count: 534 A/N: I had begun writing this at my previous blog, so the link leads to killjoyshipper. Thanks for reading!

Rogue had absolutely no idea on how their evening would turn out to be. He neglected the typical high school lifestyle he could easily have in order to develop his mental abilities, or so he said. He was deeply engaged into nourishing his personality and evolving with his own strength, which was not something that a normal teenager would actually think about. He could sense that the gap between him and his classmates was too big to let him maintain a relationship where both sides would be pleased. He felt lonely.

On the other hand, Sting was ecstatic. He knew exactly what to wear and how he would plan their night out. But, he had this strange feeling inside his chest ever since he met that guy. He didn’t feel the same as when he met his other friends. Suddenly he had to face the fact that his past relationships, romantic or platonic, were nothing compared to what he was feeling at the time. His world had just turned upside down, and he was going to roll with it.

Sting found himself waiting for Rogue ten minutes earlier than the time they had agreed to. Heart racing, he couldn’t stop walking around the fountain, while mumbling one of his favorite songs.

I’m walking the long road/Watching the sky fall…

Distracted as he was, he didn’t notice Rogue’s presence behind him and got startled when he heard his voice.

“Ah, I didn’t see you there. Sorry for that.”

“Don’t worry about it. What was the song you were singing a few seconds ago?”

“It’s called Death of a Bachelor. Haven’t you heard it before?”

“No, but it seemed interesting. Anyway, what would you like to do today? I’m not exactly used to going out with people of my age, so I guess I’ll let you choose.”

“Are you serious? You don’t hang out with anyone from our school? Well, we could drink something, if you agree.”

The evening turned out to be nothing like Sting was expecting. He couldn’t believe in his eyes when he found out that the guy he had been trying so hard to approach was so awkward during conversation. Thankfully, he was more than capable of breaking the ice between them and making him more comfortable. The tough exterior he showed was entirely different from his true self, and Sting was intrigued by it.

They talked about music, sports, anime and everything they could possibly discuss on their first encounter. They got to know each other pretty well and decided to repeat this day’s meeting several times. No matter how badly Rogue refused to admit it, he was attracted by Sting, more than what he could control.

Their meetings consisted of all kinds of conversations, jokes and laughter. They became comfortable around each other pretty soon, which was usually difficult for Rogue. But, this time, things were different.

Pairing: Freed x Laxus (Fairy Tail) Word count: 519 Read it @infjvent. I actually finished it dude.

The company where Freed worked had managed to get out of a difficult dead-end that day. They had all worked really hard for this assignment, and the results were so good, that new potential clients had started to appear. That was exactly why the entire department decided to celebrate this glorious night at a restaurant with tasty food and a lot of drinks. After all, they deserved it. 

They laughed, they drank and they enjoyed that night more than anything they had done in a while. Work was extremely stressful for them, and kept them back from any kind of fun they were used to. But, like all things, it had to end at some point. When they were about to leave, Freed’s coworker Laxus realized that he had just missed the last train. His place was pretty far from the restaurant, and no one was living at the same direction as he did. 

“Laxus, you can come and stay at my house for tonight.” Freed didn’t know how he said that out of the blue. His impulsive action was what made him spend an entire night with the person that he was in love with. He always admired him from afar, but never tried to admit it. At first, Laxus denied it, since he could take a taxi and go home. Freed wasn’t going to accept it though, since he had drunk a little bit more than the usual and he didn’t seem to stand straight on his feet. It could have been the effect of the drinks they had, or the fact that his adrenaline was high at the moment, but that was the riskier thing he had ever done in a while. 

They headed to his house, five minutes away from the restaurant. As soon as Freed opened the door, Laxus collapsed on the couch from the dizziness.

“Come, I’ll take you to bed,” Freed said, cheeks turned red.

“That’s not going to happen, this is your house after all! Besides, I’m already on the couch.” 

“But you’re a guest, let alone a mess. You should take the bed and rest.” This discussion was taking too long and both of them insisted that the other slept at the bed. “We could just sleep on the bed together.” Fuck. What did I just do? How drunk am I exactly…? “I mean, it’s really big… So we won’t have a problem. We’ve known each other for years anyway.” Laxus’ expression darkened. 

“I don’t think I can do that with you,” his words were like a bullet to Freed’s heart, and the silence that followed was almost painful, “because I won’t be able to handle being on the same bed with the person I’m in love with.” Are those the side-effects of being drunk? What is he talking about? Is this a joke…? What the hell, fuck this! 

Gajevy High School Au Word count: 582 Duuude I know you’re tired so this is for you @infjvent A/N: Sooo I’m in the middle of exams and this is really stressful so here’s a fic

The exam period was a mess for every teenager. People were running up and down the hallways, looking for the teachers who hadn’t let them know exactly what they had to study yet. Others were desperately trying to protest against this specific law that obliged both the students and the teachers to go through this hell, since they had to study about forty pages at each lesson. They also had to pass sixteen classes within a month, which meant that they would be in a state of complete chaos. Those who had been studying all year would definitely stand out of the crowd.

Apparently, Levy was one of those people who organized her time perfectly and knew what to do within this endless pile of work. She had a plan ready for the time she needed for each lesson and how much free time she would have left to relax. On the other hand, Gajeel, her best friend, was an absolute madness as far as it came to studying. He was completely disorganized and waited till the last minute to study barely enough to pass the class. And, no matter how indifferent he seemed about it, he secretly admired Levy for being able to pull through all this.

Levy couldn’t stand watching her friend go through his school life like this. Every year, she took the initiative and approached him in order to help, but he always refused. Maybe he didn’t feel like he was cut out for being good at school, or that the results would be good if he studied. Either way, she was going to do the same thing this year as well. 

“Gajeel, if I ask you to study with me, will you say no?”

“Don’t you get tired of asking me the same question every year, shorty?”

“No, I don’t. I’d love it if I could actually help you with this. Besides, studying can be less boring if you do it with company. What do you say?”

“Ah, fine. I’ve got nothing better to do anyway. When do we start?” Levy couldn’t believe that he had actually said yes. She had no idea how this sudden change of heart had come up, but she wasn’t going to question it. Instead, she took Gajeel’s hand and they walked to her house, since their classes were over for the day. After they relaxed a bit from this tiring day at school, they started with history.

At first, Gajeel seemed interested at all the historical events that Levy passionately explained, yet it didn’t take too long for him to get bored. 

“Oi, shrimp, is this enough for today? I am exhausted…”

“How could this be enough, idiot? We’ve only been studying for thirty minutes! We can take a short break if you want, but we have to keep studying if you want to pass.”

“Well, if I need to study that badly in your opinion, then I should have a motive to do so.”

“What do you mean, Gajeel?”

“If I manage to study for the entire day, then go out with me.” Levy immediately blushed. This suggestion was out of the blue and it sure caught her off-guard, making her lose her words and stare at him without a reaction. That discouraged him, making him turn his head and pretend this was a joke, while trying to look like he was about to continue studying.