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71.“Look, a full moon!” & 72. “You’re beautiful. uh, u-um i mean the weather. It’s beautiful. Not that you’re not beautiful, because you are. I’m just gonna shut up.”

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Sitting on the roof by yourself in the still of the night had proven to be a good idea. It brought you some much needed peace and quiet, which couldn’t come at a better time. Your last couple of days had been crazy and it felt you were constantly surrounded by people, which only made you crave some alone time more and more. That’s why you had decided that the roof was a good option. No one was lightly to follow after you.

You shivered lightly as a cold breeze swept by you, rustling some of the leaves. The only think you’d forgotten was a jacket, and you weren’t about to go back inside and grab, risking getting caught. You knew someone was probably already suspicious as to where you’d sneaked off to, but you weren’t too bothered.

“It’s a little chilly to be out here, isn’t it?” you didn’t even have to turn around to know that Steve had found you. Out of all the people in the world it could have been, you were glad it was Steve, who just happened to be the object of your affection. You didn’t turn around as he came over and sat down next to you. Before you could say anything, Steve draped your jacket around your shoulders, “all better.”

“Not only are you everyone’s hero,” you laughed quietly, “you’re my own personal hero.”

“Just doing my job,” he laughed as he scooted closer to you and you instinctively put your head on his shoulder. Just friends the two of you swore to everyone, but you both knew it wasn’t just that, “I saw you slip out, and I had a feeling this is where you might have ended up.”

“You know me too well,” you laughed lightly as you stared at the stars in the glittering night sky, “it was all getting a little overwhelming today. I just needed a little bit of time by myself.”

“Oh,” he seemed taken aback for a moment, “do you want me to...”

“No,” you grabbed onto his arm and made sure that he stayed by your side, “you’re always welcome, Steve. I only make exceptions for you.”

“I’m honored,” he chuckled as he let out a long wistful sigh and followed your line of site, studying the sky as well, “oh!  Look, a full moon!”

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” you asked quietly as you tried your best to take a mental picture of the moment: the sky, Steve, and how perfect he felt next to you, “I love moments like this. It’s so quiet, and everything seems alright, even if it’s just for a little while. I wish we got to experience more of this.”

Steve gave you a small hum of approval as he moved his hand closer to yours, fingers lightly brushing and sending a jolt of electricity through your whole body. You didn’t know what it was, or why, but you felt a sudden burst of courage and and put your hand on top of his, giving it a light squeeze. It was just a small gesture, but it felt terribly intimate and you both knew what it meant.

“You know,” he started, trailing off slight as he seemed to be searching for the right words. He suddenly seemed nervous, giving off more of a pre-serum Steve vibes rather the confident man that he was now, “I...ugh, never mind. it’s silly.”

“What, Steve? You know you can tell me anything,” you insisted quietly, giving him a gentle nudge. A smile spread across his face, lighting up his features and making your heart melt, “come on, out with it.”

“I...ugh, promise you won’t laugh?” he seemed sheepishly and a blush rose into his cheeks.

“Scout’s honor,” you insisted, giving him a small salute.

“You said the moon is beautiful and I... you’re beautiful. uh, u-um i mean the weather. It’s beautiful. Not that you’re not beautiful, because you are. I’m just gonna shut up,” his soft features turned a deep crimson and you were pretty sure your jaw hit the floor. It wasn’t like you were totally oblivious to the fact that he might have, probably did have, feelings for you, but to hear it coming from his lips was an entirely different feeling.

“Steve,” you moved over so you were sitting in front of him. You out your fingers under his stubbled chin and turned his head so he was facing you, “d-do you mean it?”

“Of course,” he insisted, a nervous expression on his face, “I’ve felt...very strongly about you for a long time, Y/N. I just am not always great with these types of things. In case you forgot, I don’t exactly have the best track when it comes to women. But I do know that I really, really like you.”

“Well that’s a relief,” you let out a long breath that you hadn’t realized you’d been holding in, a smile so large stretching across your face, you were sure it might split, “because I really, really like you. Obviously. I think we’ve both know, haven’t we?”

“I think so,” he agreed, biting his lip anxiously, “now, stop me if this is too forward, but would it be alright if I kissed you?”

“Yes,” you almost shouted with excitement as you leaned forward, leaving a minute distance between the two of you, “you have no clue how long I’ve been wanting to kiss you.”

Steve didn’t respond verbally, but instead pulled you into his lap and putting his hand on either of your face, running his thumb over your cheekbone. It was only a few seconds before he crashed his lips onto yours, and you practically melted into his touch. It was soft and gentle, but it was perfect. You couldn’t have imagined a better kiss, and the two of you just stared at each breathlessly, grins on your faces.

“Can we do that some more?” you asked quietly, “you know, since practice makes perfect.”

“Absolutely,” he agreed eagerly, “it might take a while, but hard work pays off after all.”

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“Astriiiid.”

The blonde on the couch quirks her eyebrow as she looks up from her spy story book. Hiccup stands in front of her, a childish look on his face as he holds up one of his shirts.

“Help?”

Astrid sighs, rolling her eyes half-heartedly.

 “You have the knitting kit in the first drawer in the bedroom, babe,” she shakes her head at him. He looks so utterly confused, it takes all her will power not to laugh. She smiles teasingly instead. “Where it always is.”

He lets out a muffled sound as he shuffles into their shared bedroom, his shirt clutched to his chest. She can’t help the snort that escapes her once he leaves the room. She knows, from experience, she’s in for a show. Gingerly taking up the novel, she finds herself focusing on her boyfriend next door more so than on yet another grand escape of the James Bond-alike character.

She listens in shamelessly as he drops things, and shuffles around, and curses, thinking she can’t hear him. Hiccup doing any kind of knitting was…pretty much helpless. She has helped him and corrected his work countless times but the poor guy could never learn from his mistakes. And she knows today will be no different.

She waits.

“Crap.”

There it is – her cue. She raises herself up and throws her book aside, stretching out her arms.

“How bad is it?” she tilts her head as she leans on the doorway. Hiccup is sitting on the floor, sucking on his thumb, looking like even more of a child. 

“I, uh, might’ve stabbed my thumb,” he shrugs guiltily. 

“Mhm, you don’t say,” She grins cheekily his way, seeing him shooting her a brief glare. Her hands go to tie her hair in a messy bun on top of her head. “Gimmie.”

“I can do it, Astrid,” Hiccup protests weakly, hugging the poor shirt closer to his chest. The needle is still in, sharp end pointing his way – good gods, he will kill himself one day. 

“Well, fine, but,” Astrid points to his blood-covered thumb. “You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”  

“Your definition of ‘empathy’ worries me,” he deadpans in response, laying himself down on the floor, draping an arm over his face. She knows she’s won him over already.

Doesn’t mean she can’t tease him some more.

“Hey, Drama Queen,” she giggles when he reacts, lifting his head up to look at her. She outstretches her hand. “Here, let me.”

He sighs dramatically on purpose, handing her the stabbed piece of clothing.

“But!” he cuts in, still on the floor. Pointing upwards with his index finger, and a grin stretching over his face, he looks quite ridiculous, but she loves him all the more.“Only if you let me cook dinner tonight,”

“Tend yourself to one of those dragon plasters of yours and you got yourself a deal.”

Shorter one but i hope you liked it!

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Newt perked up from his position slouched on the sofa at the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs of the small house he and Thomas lived in. It was still fairly early, the sun barley up and casting a warm golden glow through the windows of their home.

Thomas emerged into the living room a moment later, rubbing at his eyes blearily. “Hey, how long have you been up?” He asked as he made his way over to lean over the back of the couch and kiss Newt on the cheek.

Newt smiled and reached up to grab the collar of the loose shirt Thomas liked to sleep in. He pulled the other man down for a proper kiss on the lips before letting him go to come around and join him on the couch. “Not long. Half hour, maybe. Wanted to give the bloody seating chart another look.” he said before reaching out and picking up the ridiculously thick binder Teresa had put together with details for the wedding.

“I thought we agreed to leave any last minute worrying to Teresa and Frypan? It’s our day, we shouldn’t be stressing. What we should be doing is enjoying watching our friends run around and make a bigger deal out of this than we are.” Thomas said, tone slightly teasing as he took the binder and set it back on the coffee table before leaning into Newt’s personal space and giving him quick kiss. “We’re getting married in twelve hours. We don’t even have to get up and start getting ready for at least another six. I vote we go back to bed and cuddle for a few hours.”

"I'm not leaving my car, Jesse."

Cass hadn't gotten to hear the words (considering he was trying to save his own ass by crushing the skull of one of those gobeshite cops—may he rest in peace), but he sure as hell didn't miss their escape in the previously gas-less vehicle; couldn't fail to notice the smears of blood around Tulip's mouth that spoke of some really fucked up lengths that girl went to.

"What’s up with that, luv?"

It occurred to Cass, as Tulip gave him a Look across the motel table, that she wasn't actually a mind reader capable of following his train of thought from two days before. Right.

"Just thinkin' about your car," he said. Cass waved vaguely towards the cracked and dimly lit parking lot. "We coulda taken' any of the pigs’ cruisers. You coulda saved yourself a whole mouth full of nasty." He grinned as Tulip gagged, remembering. "Why are you so attached to that beaten down ol' shithole anyhow?"

She chucked the empty packet of chips at his head. "Don't go insulting my car."

"I'm not!"

"You just did, asshole."

"I—" Okay. He had. But that was entirely beside the point. Cass flailed and knocked the chip bag back with a glare. Tulip sighed and leaned into her chair, like she was doing him some kinda big favor.

"You believe in premonitions, Cassidy?"

"I'm a 119 year old vampire whose best bud is possessed by some unholy offspring and we're off to find god. I believe in a lot of shit, luv."

Tulip snorted. "Fair enough. Well I had one. Out on that road with Mr. Trigger Happy trying to blow my brains out. Some goddamn stupid feeling told me, 'Don't you leave that car now, Tulip. Don't you dare,' and so I didn't. Best not to fuck with that kind of stuff, you know what I'm saying?"

"Yeah," Cass nodded slow. He’d heard things from mates in the past and given recent experiences? He didn’t doubt it for a second. "But why—?"

"I figure it was Annville."

Tulip stood suddenly, snatching the chip bag and crushing it in her fist. She didn't look at Cassidy. 

"Guess some part of me just knew. That car, our shit in the trunk... that's all that's left of our town now. A whole community reduced to my ‘shithole’ and Jesse’s torn up socks. Jesus. But we gotta take care of it, right? Least, that’s how I figure."

Tulip left the room silently, though Cass barely noticed since he was fingering the threadbare shirt he'd had on for near a week now. The one he'd filched out of the church's donation box when Emily wasn't looking. The one with a tiny stain on the cuff from her cooking.

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Miyuki: “Miyuki, stop it!” His s/o laughed and blocked their face from his as Miyuki planted small kisses on their face. “No!” He battled with them to see their face so he could keep pressing his lips against their face. He managed to grip their wrists and pinned them against the bed. “You’re all mine now..” His face showed an expression with no mercy as he lowered his face closer to his s/o. “Be good and don’t fight me, okay?” Miyuki’s s/o just laughed at his seriousness. “Fine, okay I won’t!” They just smiled big under him. For those few moments they just felt like they should stay like that forever. His brown bangs hung above his beautiful golden eyes and his smile was one that could kill. Miyuki broke them from their thoughts when he spoke, “Good.” He cupped their face and once again began to kiss them softly. “For your forehead so you can keep thinking of me.” His lips met with their forehead. “For your eyes so that I can be the only one you see.” The next on their eyelids. “For your cheeks that flush when our bodies are close.” His lips were warm on their cheeks. “For your nose that take in my scent.” His s/o shut their eyes tight at his smooch. “For your chin that rests against my shoulders.” He was almost done. “And..” He kissed their lips hard. “For your lips that moan out my name during se-” “Okay that’s good enough!!” Miyuki’s s/o stopped him from saying anything else and he just chuckled at them.

Kawakami: “Kawakami! I said that you don’t have to do this!” His s/o wrapped their arms tighter around his neck nonetheless as the we’re being carried on his back. “I only have one umbrella and your shoes are already soaked.” “Well that’s because..” “I’m already. carrying you, ______. I want to do this.” He assured them. “Fine…” Minutes later, they arrived at Kawakami’s warm house and Kawamaki found a change of clothes for his soaked s/o. “I can’t believe you walked in the rain after I told you not to..” Kawakami chuckled a bit as his s/o sneezed. “Well, I just wanted to see you!” They rubbed the back of their head. “Next time choose a better day.” He handed them a tissue and they took it gladly. “Kawakami..” His s/o called out. “Hmm?” “I-I’m cold..” They turned their head timidly. “I’ll get you a sweater.” “That’s not what I meant!” They were already too late as he got up and left. They hung their head low but smiled at themselves for at least trying. Suddenly a blanket wrapped around their body and once again they were up in the air. “Warm enough?” Kawakami twirled them and carried them over into his room and they both plopped on the bed. When they both landed, the broke out into laughter. “You always surprise me, Kawakami..” His s/o turned to Kawakami and wrapped him in the blanket with them. “You surprise me more..” He scooted closer to them. “We surprise each other then..” They held his neck and pulled their face close to him and their noses touched. “I love you, _______.” He leaned in for a quick kiss and went back to the prior position. “I love you too, Kawakami.”

things happen in heated moments. the temperature rises all around you, your heart starts to pound in your ears, you hear it louder than the drum you’re beating, adrenaline rushes through your veins and the next thing you know it’s reached your head and you’re making decisions you would normally call stupid, dumb, idiotic, reckless.

in this case, it was just stupid—and very very impulsive.

it was their first gig. they were a hit!

everyone was dancing to the loud music and yixing completely lost himself in it.

“you what!?” 

“i … threw my drumsticks into the crowd.” yixing rubbed the back of his neck.

“yes. i know. why would you do that? you have no extra pair.” gain was speaking through practically gritted teeth, enunciating every word, drilling it into yixing’s brain past his side-swept bangs and his sweat-drenched forehead and his incredibly thick skull.

he didn’t really have an answer to that.

“goddammit, yixing. this is our first gig. how the hell are you ‘gonna play now?”

yixing went home with a bruised forehead, bleeding palms, and voices screaming his name repeating in his head over and over and over again.