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First @februaryficletchallenge fic done! I chose the amnesia prompt. And my Furuba babies~
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“I… I don’t remember.”
It’s so very hard not to touch him, to embrace him like she did before. Yuki’s hand on her arm tamps down the want but also amplifies it. How can it not? They both want the same thing.
“Don’t remember what, Kyo-kun?”
He blinks at her, expression pensive. “That doesn’t sound like my name. And your names… they don’t have a meaning to me. I know they’re supposed to. Every person is supposed to know themselves. But I don’t. And I don’t know why.”
The lump in her throat hurts so much that she’s using all of her willpower not to burst into tears. She looks at her arm where Yuki squeezes it, and nowhere else.
“The one thing you should know,” Yuki begins, “is that we’re very… You’re very important to us both.”
Tohru focuses on breathing. On absorbing the truth of Yuki’s words, wrapped in silk to hide the raw edges and deep furrows.
Grief is just love with nowhere to go, but what do you do when you’re grieving for the person in front of you?
“I can feel that,” Kyo says. “I do feel safe with you.” One side of his mouth quirks up. “I guess I’m sorry I’m missing so much context.”
“That’s okay!” Relieved by how steady and clear her voice is, Tohru takes one step forward. “However long it takes, we’ll wait for you. With you.”
Kyo nods. His gaze falls on their joined hands. “C-Can I…”
Both arms reach, slightly.
Tohru stifles a gasp and moves a half step behind Yuki, mirroring his free hand with her own.
Kyo won’t meet either of their eyes, but that hardly matters.
“I hope this is okay. I just wanted to know something.”
“Know what?” Yuki says, so softly.
Kyo gives a wry chuckle. “I’m not sure.” When he looks up, he’s smiling fully, gently. “But I think I’ll figure it out."
this was supposed to be for last year's(!!!) February Ficlet Challenge, day 3. decided to finish and post it anyway, because why not. The prompt I chose was Drift. Another stumper until I thought: drifting as in racing > Mario Kart > rarepolyship I hadn't written for! and then it still stumped me until today, whoopsie doodle >_>;
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Mario's taillights were a wavy blur in the distance. Peach squinted through the Item Box shards obscuring her vision and wished for...
"Triple Reds!" she exclaimed in triumph, throwing one immediately at the Shy Guy who had just passed her, then throwing the other two, spaced evenly apart.
Then she gasped and jumped into a drift, hands sweating as she skirted the cliff that came up too fast; Choco Mountain was no joke.
Back on the straightaway, she blew out a breath. She could see Mario trying to restart his kart; she was gaining on him.
She laughed in triumph as she passed him for first place-- and then horror seized her as she saw a Bullet Bill zoom up in her rearview mirror.
It bowled over Mario and transformed behind her. Bowser, a Golden Mushroom in hand.
"Oh, no you don't..."
She kicked into a draft around a tiny turn-- there were the item boxes, if she could just snag something--!
"Nothing personal, Princess," Bowser yelled over his roaring engine, golden light belching as he rocketed past her.
Then all hell broke loose.
A banana peel the Golden Mushroom smoke had obscured sent her careening off course, knocking into the cave wall just shy of its entrance. The time it took to get moving meant she was just in time for the bat swarm to fly right into her, which meant she couldn't get to the item boxes and get some protection from the shells that hit her moments later.
She caught a glimpse of red while trying to recover-- Mario passing her, several of the pack right behind him.
Peach let out one screech of frustration, somehow managing to only think a string of swears rather than letting them out. Then she straightened her helmet, resettled on her seat, and gunned it through the item boxes.
A few tense seconds later, the image of a Bullet Bill appeared on her HUD.
Elation filled her. She punched the activator-- no, wait-- instead she stopped, calculating while she navigated the course. On the straightaway, the Bill would be a waste. She wouldn't be able to get another item until she used it, but being at the back of the pack meant she would be safe(r)...
"I have to get to the hairpins."
She just needed to keep drifting.
Mind made up, she fell back into a flow state, coming out of it long enough to Bullet Bill her way through the hairpin turns-- always a nailbiter no matter how she did it.
She saw Mario recovering from a crash up ahead; she flew by him with zero remorse. Her radar showed Bowser held a commanding but not insurmountable lead.
Peach's mission was to change that.
She slowly yet steadily made up ground, drifting and taking shortcuts and having blessed timing on her last runs through the caves. And then-- praise be!-- a double item box granted her a Blue Shell.
Bowser was still in first. She was in fourth; she couldn't see him, but she didn't need to. She launched the Blue Shell and instantly let loose with the Golden Mushroom she'd gotten as a double.
She caught up to him just as the blue dust was settling.
"That was personal!" she yelled, not looking back as she zoomed toward the finish line.
She, Birdo, and Mario were the top 3, Bowser ending up in fifth place after a photo finish where Daisy came out of nowhere.
He was still complaining about all of this at the AirBnB later, the three of them flopped on the couch in front of the flatscreen TV.
"Why are you two so mean to me," he said flatly, pouting.
"Because you're cute when you mope about it," Peach said with a smile.
"And we know that you know it's all in good fun," added Mario.
"Even though you'll never admit it."
Bowser grunted.
Peach giggled at Mario squeezing her hand and giving her A Look. They'd always made a good team; collectively teasing Bowser was no different.
"Anyway, honey," she said leaning back across Bowser's shell from where she was perched on his shoulder, "you get to pick what we're watching tonight."
"Yeah, yeah," he muttered. "Loser's choice."
But she could tell when he was trying not to smile.
i do not know how long this has been here. i do not know how long any of my old asks have been here. all i know is i’ve stubbornly held on to all of them because Rosawatts and TTM are life and I love my BFF who requested this very much <3 <3 <3
hope you don’t mind the huge variation in length these’ll probably have ^_^U this one’s just a silly lil drabble~
at the risk of starting this all over again, send me a number and a pairing and I’ll write a lil thing~
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“Oh my god,” Neil exclaimed when the third red shell hit him within ten seconds after the lighting struck. “Why are you giving me such a hard time about this?”
“Because you’ve been cruising along for two whole courses and I’m done playing nice.”
Eva zipped past him on her bike as the Villager, chuckling at him with a smug smile.
“Playing nice?! Picking all my worst courses on purpose is you playing nice?!”
“Yeah, well, I could have thrown six red shells at you earlier and chose not to, so…”
“How magnanimous of you.” He busted through a row of items boxes and grabbed a Bullet Bill, thank god.
“You’ve got way more points than me for running all your worst courses, though.”
“You’ve got way more points than me–” he said mockingly, scoffing. “Did you not see how badly SNES Bowser’s Castle kicked my ass?”
“And yet you made it back to second.” She elbowed him andleaned forward on the couch, locked in to the screen. “Get good, sucker.”
“Ugh, you’re such a try-hard. I’d rather get a Blue Shell.”
“Aw, shit—” At that moment, the warning pings of anincoming Blue Shell sounded.
Eva was in first place.
“Wasn’t me!” Neil crowed, cackling, pointing to his Yoshibathed in the glow of a Star. He laughed harder as Eva immediately got chomped bya passing Piranha Plant Pot.
True, she was only in 7th place while he was stuck way back in 12th place, but it was the little things thatcounted.
howhoops, I forgot to actually announce this on my fic blog *facepalm* For @holly-poly 2023, I got the opportunity and motivation to properly write out a plotbunny I've been keeping for at least 3 years. As sometimes happens, it turned out to be about 3 times as long as I had thought it would be, so I'll just link to my usuals and leave a preview here. Over 3k is my full-post limit here, even with Read More, lol.
Shout-out to the lovely folks of @polyamships for their support!
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A rather mousy girl chooses the seat next to her ten minutes before the first class begins; Mayu has been there for twenty minutes already as she doesn’t have much else to do on that day of the first week. She keeps skimming the textbook for this class.
“Hello,” the girl Mayu does not yet know says. “I’m Sohma Kana. Pleased to meet you.”
“Hello. Likewise.” The bare minimum she can say to avoid being rude.
“Are you planning to enter the medical field? I am; right now I’m a physiology major. I think I’d like to be a nurse, or maybe work in the lab and make discoveries, or maybe…”
Clearly, not looking at the girl makes no difference in whether she talks, so Mayu gives up on trying to read her textbook.
Sohma Kana’s face is somewhat flushed, as if she ran to class. Her eyes are hazel, bright and eager; her hair, unlike Mayu’s, is too fashionably short for a ponytail, landing at her chin. However, she wears a decorative hair clip featuring one of the Sanrio characters whose name escapes her.
Mayu notices two things quickly; Sohma-san stopped speaking, and she has an expectant look on her face. This leads to a third thing: Mayu blushing (and praying that Kana doesn’t see it, and blushing harder). Because Sohma-san asked a question, probably, and Mayu hadn’t heard anything because she had been too distracted, maybe even staring.
“Shiraki. Shiraki Mayuko. I’m not, this isn’t, it’s just an elective. I’m studying to be a teacher. A high school teacher,” she adds, the realization dawning.
“I see… This way you can have a backup career as a school nurse!” Sohma-san beams a smile, giggling freely. “Well, Mayu-chan— is it all right to call you Mayu-chan? You can call me Kana-chan— let’s make a study pact.”
“Study pact?” Mayu stammers, caught off guard by... Kana-san’s eagerness.
The girl smiles, undeterred. “Let’s support each other by sharing notes if one of us misses a class, cheering each other on, that sort of thing.”
Mayu much prefers to study alone and keep to herself (because in her skewed logic, that way only she will know if she screwed something up). She has a way of studying that isn’t meant to be disturbed, and—
Kana-san gazes at her, quietly earnest. “It can just be for this course, even if we have other classes together. I do hope we have more classes in common!”
Why does she feel like a goose being imprinted on by a cygnet? She laughs shortly. “We just met. You hardly know me.”
A cat-like grin steals over her face for a moment. “I have good instincts. You seem like an interesting, nice person, and I like you. Besides, if we do end up in other courses then I’ll learn more about you!”
Mayu feels warm everywhere, not just her face anymore; she shifts in her seat, scratching the back of her neck, and admits defeat. “All right.”
a = affection; is anyone more overly affectionate than the others? when it comes to physical vs verbal, who prefers what?
b = bed; what’s the sleeping situation like? are there regular sleeping arrangements - does anyone like to sleep alone?
c = comfort; when someone’s feeling down, how do the rest look after them?
d = dates; what do dates look like? who usually plans them, or are is it a group affair?
e = events; who drags everyone else to their family/friends’ events?
f = fights; are arguments something that happen often? what are they over, and how are they resolved?
g = getting together; how did it all come about? were there any pre-existing relationships between them?
h = hobbies; does anyone share any hobbies/passions? how do they include the rest of their partners in them?
i = in sickness and in health - when someone falls ill, who’s the carer and who’s the germaphobe? is there anyone that resists being looked after?
j = joker; who’s got the best sense of humour? do they like to tease and banter with everyone else?
k = knowing; who can read their partners like a book? is there anyone who’s got their walls up, even around their partners?
l = lavish; is there anyone who really likes to treat their partners/show them off? how do the rest tend to react - who revels in it, and who’s made shy by it?
m = memories - is anyone more on the sentimental side?
n = nights; what’s the nighttime routine like when they’re all together?
o = open; how open is everyone with one another?
p = pda; what’s pda like with them? is there anyone who loves it, and anyone who’s less fond of it? what actions/words does it manifest as?
q = quiet; who prefers to spend their time with their partners out and about, and who likes to spend it at home?
r = romantic; is anyone a bit of a sap for their partners?
s = sharing; is there anyone who’s particularly territorial of their partners?
t = terms of endearment; nicknames! who’s crazy on them, and who do they make cringe? what’re the go-to’s?
u = urge; who’s the most impulsive? who do they loop into their plans, and who entertains their antics?
v = vacations; how do holidays go? are they big exotic trips, or the occasional staycation?
w = worthy; how are insecurities handled? is anyone more self-conscious than the others?
x = xoxo; who checks up on their partners a lot when they’re apart? do they call, or are texts enough to make them feel close?
y = yearn; who misses their partners the easiest (ie, calls them to hear their voices when all they’ve done is run to the grocery store)?
z = zealous; who was especially eager in their pursuit of the relationship? was anyone more reserved in their want for it?
February Ficlet Challenge, Day 2! I chose the prompt "pretend not to be dating". I was a bit stumped given I'd written for fake dating on the last prompt, but then my crackship of Victor/Yuri K./Yuko showed up to rescue me~ since the minimum word count is 200, though, many of these will be quite short... so i can keep up XD
Set some time after my fic winter covers everything.
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Yuko understood the need to keep her relationship with Yuri and Victor secret. She wanted it that way herself for a long time; here was something only they could have, for no one else to even perceive.
She knew, too, how vicious the press could be. Hiding their relationship protected all of them, especially her, much as she loathed to admit it. Would there ever be a time when women and feminine people stopped being vilified for endless sins in the media?
Things Yuko, and by extension Yuri, learned the hard way: that she and Yuri couldn’t hold hands in public, and that Victor and she anywhere near each other might as well be radioactive. Luckily, Victor’s long history of dealing with the media as well as fast news cycles meant that media interest died down quicker than a campfire in rain after those first mistakes.
Strangely enough, the three of them together evaded the same scrutiny. Yuri was the most worried about the three of them out and about, but Victor insisted they should live their lives and have actual dates. Of course neither Yuri nor she could deny him.
The first few headlines resulting from a trip to a movie theater had Victor laughing so hard there were tears in his eyes. Victor's smiles and even chuckles were heartstopping on any day, so to see him this full of mirth-- well, Yuko couldn't help clinging to him just a bit, covering his face with kiss when Yuri had had his turn.
Victor's delight was a shield against the worry that wanted to coil in her stomach. And yet that worry didn't stop Yuko from wanting-- wanting to keep concealing their relationship from those that didn't deserve to know on one hand, and on the other, wanting to stand defiantly in front of a sea of reporters and shout on what they were to one another.
"I know, darling," Victor said when she vented about this to them both, not for the first time (for either of them). "I hope we will be able to show our true selves someday soon."
"I don't think..." She struggled, the thought uncomfortable. "You don't mean any less to me-- what we have doesn't mean any less just because we can't be out in the world..."
"It's like cake with extra icing," Yuri said, his smile pure. "Nice to have if we can, but without it's... still nice!"
Yuko laughed, giving him a hug. Of course Yuri knew how to translate what she was trying to say.
Even when, or if, they were able to fully be themselves out in the world, there would still be things that only belonged to them, untouchable by anyone else.
Rank the whole polycule (real or blorbos) on the scales below. No ties! Up to you if this is an ask game or just a way to start fights at the polycule boardgame night 😈
Best to worst at Mario Kart
Needs alone time to will text "🥺are you coming back soon?" if let alone for 10 consecutive minutes
Least siblings to most siblings
Class clown 🤡 to teacher's pet
Most extroverted to most introverted
Shortest to tallest
Best memory to forgets their phone is in their hand while they're holding it
Youngest👶 to oldest🧓
Hillbilly to city slicker
Hectic vibrant inner life to monk-like tranquility inside their mind
Most modest to sluttiest
"Jack of all trades" to "master of one"
Most to least outdoorsy
Color codes and schedules everything to most impulsive
Passionate to logical 🖖
Swears like a sailor to doesn't even cuss when they stub their toe
Least to most superstitious 🐈⬛
Twink/femme to butch/bear
Best teacher to "It'll be easier if I just did it for you"
Being in a band was a lot to handle without adding the extra layer of playing up to the press. At least, that’s what Neil thought when they first started out, and he’s pretty sure Rob and maybe even Eva would’ve agreed with him. (Roxie took to it like a duck to water, and everyone seemed to gravitate toward her.
Eventually they recognized her burnout signs and realized their assumptions weren’t totally accurate.)
But now? When they have a moderate level of fame and an income source that's relatively stable? Now it's fun to screw with the media.
It started simply enough. Neil got a kick out of the Ho Yay fans thought existed between him and Rob; annoying the man is just a bonus.
He and Eva are literally dating and somehow stay under the radar, so leaning into the "will they won't they" stage flirting is way too easy to pass up.
Roxie... well. Her energy is damn nice to have around and to be the recipient of (but Neil will kill anyone outside of the band crew for knowing this). They're both guitarists so teaming up in charged ways is second nature.
Roxie and Rob? It's not they're fault their fans are trash for height differences.
Eva and Roxie seem to... just fit together. Neil can't explain it otherwise. Eva's penchant for leaning against Roxie while she's singing, or moving to Roxie's solos right near her, is more fuel for the fans.
And of course, Rob and Eva had to start stage flirting too. For maximum press confusion, obviously.
Except that confusion filtered down to the four of them at some point and now, as far as Neil can tell, they're in a perpetual "what are we" square, arrows pointing every which way. But Neil's not gonna be the first to talk about it; he's having fun, and he damn well knows his bandmates enough to know he's not the only one. The elephant (if there even is one) is still a baby, hardly anything to talk over yet.
Until...
"We're all dating each other," Roxie says during a particularly inane interview. "Bandmates and lifemates!"
She adds that irrepressible giggle which indicates to the rest of them, ninety-nine percent of the time, that she isn't serious. But Neil, Eva next to him and Rob on the other side, is thrown into react/fuel the flames mode, so he can't figure it out in the moment.
another drabble for a dusty ongoing collection! Work Hard and Be Good Chapter 2. Sigsquare OT4 with Winterwatts focus.
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It happens quickly and slowly at the same time. Roxie's heart is a rabbit in the underbrush, legs carrying her fast enough to fly; she's in the perfect position when her teammate passes her the ball, if not the perfect distance—barely past midfield on the opponent's side.
So is the goalie, but Roxie knows her weaknesses.
Her foot connects to the ball in slow motion. Her breath is magnified in her head. Slow as molasses the ball lifts up, up, up into a curving glide. The goalie will have to jump, diagonally and with enough height.
It's forever, watching the goalie prepare her save. Her fingers barely brush the ball's underside.
The back right corner of the goal billows out with the force of a sonic boom, and time returns to normal.
Extra time, 1-1. Now 2-1.
Roxie can only feel her yell, drowned out as it is by the roar of the crowd and her teammates (where is Eva?) converging with their own screams around her. They carry her, or she wills them to, to the edge of the pitch. She can see Rob and Neil, bedecked in university colors, running toward her when Eva barrels into her, broken free from the rest of the team.
She's right here. You did it, she's mouthing, probably saying aloud if only Roxie could hear her.
"I did it! We did it!!" she screams, and then Eva's kissing her. She kisses back, in front of everyone, because what the hell else will she do? Spontaneously combust from love?
Her team has settled slightly, still cheering and high but somehow distant. Or maybe that's Roxie's brain, narrowed down to her three favorite people celebrating her accomplishment. She turns in Eva's arms to cling briefly to Rob's bear hug, and then Neil inadvertently separates them by knocking into her with as much force as Eva did.
"Roxanne Luna Winters," he hollers, "striker extraordinaire!"
"Hey," she retorts, flicking him on the forehead, "that's Roxie 'badass motherfucker' Winters to you!!!"
He's grinning so widely, dimples on full display. Neil only cares about soccer because of Roxie and Eva's team, but he does care. And here he is overjoyed like the rest of them, smiling hard enough she can picture his eyes behind his glasses—
And it's that thought that has her kissing him before she can even think about it. Her heart starts racing again but she can't stop, and he doesn't stop her.
When she does stop, she starts laughing. She can see Neil's now-uncertain smile as she tries to contain her hysterics, but she really does think she'll go up in flames if—
Neil catches her chin with one hand and her shoulder with the other, and kisses her again.
The flames cool because she pours them into him, senses Eva close behind her and Rob, always beside her, further containing the blaze.
When they pull away this time, Neil doesn't let her go, forehead to hers. "Did I just make you the gossip lightning rod?" He actually sounds a smidgen regretful.
"Let them talk. I don't care," Roxie says, Rob's hand at her other shoulder bolstering her determination. "And if I start caring I bet I can kick all their asses anyway."
"Heh. I don't doubt that."
"Well, it's about time."
Roxie flushes at Eva's voice, so close to her. She turns to look and sees a smile so soft she can't keep looking. "Yeah." She smiles, shyly, feeling small in the best way. "Yeah, I guess it was."
Whistling carelessly, Neil nods to Rob in the hallway as he passes by, then goes into their shared room. He sits down at his desk, retrieves a pen and paper, the whistling shifting to a hum.
Behind him, the door slams shut.
Oh, yes. Rob wanted to talk to him about something. Neil turns to sit on his chair backwards and says, "You seem a little testy."
Rob stands near the doorway, arms crossed, face impassive. "Would you care to explain who the hell you think you are?"
Funny how a cold voice makes someone seem (even) bigger. If Neil were a lesser person, he'd be intimidated. As it is, he just gets up and crosses his arms too. "I dunno, Bob. I wouldn't want to knock down your predetermined idea of who I am."
"For god's sake, drop your insufferable know-it-all attitude for one goddamn second." Rob, glaring now, steps forward— well, stomps, actually. "What are you doing with Eva and Roxanne?!"
Neil's genuinely confused. "What am I—" What is Rob talking about? Maybe... "Our free time overlapped today, so we took a walk together. That's not a crime now, is it? Roxie and Eva are birds of a feather nowadays, or haven't you noticed?"
"It's not simply today! Roxie has this look when she speaks to me about you, has for a week now. You're sweet on Eva all the damn time— don't start with me," Rob says when Neil tries to get a word in, "you two aren't nearly as subtle as you think you are— but then you send Roxie, I mean Roxanne, flowers? What the devil are you trying to pull, Watts?"
"Oh," Neil says. Then a smug slow grin as he realizes. "Oh. You aren't on your usual holier-than-thou tear. You're legitimately angry at me about this. Well," he scoffs and shrugs, arms raised, "it's not my fault you aren't clever enough to understand the intricacies of our relationship. Ironic, given you've been observing all three of us for as long as you have. Some might call that creepy."
He would have continued to pontificate except, in a viper-quick movement, Rob swoops forward and gets him pinned to the wall, arm barring his escape. Neil is abruptly and fully winded, a wheeze scraping from his throat.
"I'm not clever?" Staring Neil down point blank, Rob's fury is obvious. "Anyone with eyes can see you're leading them both on. You'll get your ego boost and then leave broken hearts in your wake."
Neil has a reply to that, but with Rob's arm pressing against his throat, he can't get words out. It's not like that.
"And when that happens, you... we'll all..." Rob shakes his head and holds Neil's gaze again. "You know as well as I do how often all our paths cross, so don't make me out to be some kind of stalker," Rob growls, pressing harder. "You little weasel."
Lava surges through Neil's veins. He blinks and he's on the floor, on top of Robert, sending blocked and unblocked punches to his face. "Son of a bitch. Say that to me again!!"
(Eva and Roxanne care for him, and each other, and he cares for them, how could Rob possibly think—)
How they got here flashes through Neil's mind in milliseconds during the euphoria of a landed hit, during the shock of Rob surging up and tackling him to the floor:
Hurt became anger became painful fury; he broke free of Rob's hold in a rush of strength and flatout bull-rushed him, Rob's surprise turning him into an easily moved object.
Hello, unstoppable force. Neil just stares, breathing hard. Anger is cooling into something else, something he can't name and isn't sure he wants.
Robert seems just as conflicted. There's nothing to read on his face and the fire in his eyes has dimmed, yet Neil feels the turmoil, can almost touch it like a length of rope between them.
But that isn't what he's touching. His hands are against Rob's shoulders with no tension to push him away, only resting. He feels vulnerable in a bottomless way. Only speaking can pull him back from the unnameable brink.
His words, his trusty weapons, have deserted him.
Rob leans closer, and Neil falls into the gap he closes between their lips.
He's both drowning and overwhelmed by oxygen, and he groans, hands twisting into Rob's jacket, his mouth opening to Rob's tongue.
This isn't supposed to happen. It's supposed to be wrong. But Neil's always been selective about rules.
That's his last coherent thought before movement and touch overtake him. Firstly, he can breathe again. "Oh, god—!"
Because Rob broke the kiss to put one hand on Neil's chest and the other down his pants, into his underwear.
A panting laugh escapes him. Had Rob thought he'd be stopped? His own erection is obvious and Neil has a feral need to return the favor, but he can't seem to move anything besides his hips against Rob's hand. "Ah, ah...!" One hand reaches out blindly and he groans, half in frustration, still unable to speak. He's so close already it's embarrassing. Rob's hand is hot and gentle and he needs to touch Rob back—
"It was going to be Roxie. I always thought that." Rob speaks so quietly that maybe it's to himself, even though he's looking at Neil with a different fire in his eyes now. "For so long, I've wanted... but then..." He sits back, kneels up, hands moving to his slacks.
Neil sits up almost fast enough to get dizzy, hands joining Rob's to pull his pants and boxes down. He reaches for Rob's dick, grasping, squeezing, and his own throbs when Rob shudders and grunts.
"Neil. You're just— you're so..."
He's pure instinct, and need. And what he needs, apparently, is for Rob to push him to the floor again and ruck up his shirt, because he doesn't fight back. What he needs is to get his own pants out of the way, and somehow he manages it in between touching Rob. Rob's hand settles below his clumsily stroking one, and his body presses against Neil's.
Then his hand gets around Neil's dick too, and it presses against Rob's.
The motion is too much. Neil gasps out a string of curses that alone would be plenty to get him the switch for the umpteenth time. "Oh, god, oh my god...!"
Someone's being pretty loud. Neil realizes it's him when Rob kisses him hard again, tongue searching.
He moans with abandon into Rob's mouth, feverishly rocking up against Rob's hand and dick and his own hand, over and over. Please, please, fuck—
His climax is so strong he might have screamed if not for his mouth against Rob's. He hears Rob gasping, a shivering moan, feels sticky warmth over his skin. He bucks repeatedly, maybe whimpering. He's never felt this good.
Then all at once the aftershocks shake him and Rob's mouth parts from his and Neil inhales like he half-drowned. But Rob stays over him, against him. Neil's free hand is gripping his shoulder so hard it takes several seconds for his fingers to loosen. For some reason, he doesn't move his hand.
They breathe together. Neil wonders why he doesn't want to leave his body.
"Ah, damn," Rob mutters presently. He sits up, dislodging Neil's hand, then stumbles to his feet and moves to his bedstand, whipping out a handkerchief from the drawer with one hand and attempting to pull his pants back on with the other.
Neil watches him move away and back to him. He's too soft, cleaning him and Neil up. "Guess you'll have to burn that," Neil says, putting the snark into his voice since he's too tired to smirk.
Rob grunts. He folds the used hankie into itself, then gets a clean one from the drawer, wraps it around the folded one, and stuffs the ball into the laundry bag in the corner.
Speaking is the key that allows Neil to move, too: getting off the floor, straightening his clothes. He straightens Rob's shirt while he's at it, distantly marveling at the lack of internal screaming; Rob gapes, mouth hanging.
He leans down fast to kiss him, but somehow Neil's prepared this time and meets him. No tongue, yet this kiss burns hotter than the others.
When it ends, Rob says, with absolutely no bite, "You're infuriating." Then he turns and walks for the door.
Something possess Neil to ask where he's going.
Rob looks back at him, hand on the doorknob. "I'm taking a walk."
Neil's left staring at the closed door, the image of Rob's back imprinted on him.
After a moment, he turns for his desk. He picks up the pen and paper from the floor and puts them back. He sits down, pulling the chair in, and takes hold of the pen.
In the end, he rests his head in his arms and staring at the wall, a hundred half-finished thoughts vying for attention.
ETA: additions to this post (and fic recs!) are in this tag!
YOU KNOW WHAT THE BEST THING EVER IS? IT’S SOULMATE AUS LIKE GOD DAMN I HAVE SEEN SO MANY ON FFN/LJ/AO3/TUMBLR OVER THE YEARS LIKE:
the one where you only see color once you meet your soulmate(s) (so you don’t know them until you see them), and it goes away when they die
the one where you don’t know your soulmate(s) until you touch them
the one where you don'y know your soulmate(s) until you hear them speak, or hear them speak a certain word; your name, for example
the one where you get the name of the person in their handwriting on your body somewhere at a certain age
the one where the first thing they say to you appears instead
the one where you get each others’ fingerprints
the one where you get matching marks/symbols/tattoos
the one where your marks or words that change depending on what’s going on with your soulmate(s)
the one with the clock that counts down the time until you meet your soulmate(s) (multiple clock for multiple soulmates? one click until you meet them both? unexpected third soulmate showing up after the clocks drop?)
the one where when you sleep you dream of whatever they’re experiencing from their point of view until you find them, or AFTER you find them
the one where you can straight up talk to them in dreams until/after you find them
the one where you form a telepathic/empathetic link until/after you find them
the one where you share extreme physical sensation until/after you find them; if one of you hurts the other one hurts, if one of you is getting lucky the other one gets a little hot and bothered
the one where the closer you are to them the more aware of them you become, and you find them playing a hot/cold game; for instance, colors get brighter and brighter the closer you are and fade into gray when they’re too far away
the one where once you turn a certain age/one night a year you swap bodies with them for one night and you have a limited amount of time to leave/collect clues to their identity
the one where being next to your soulmate(s) can heal you from things people don’t normally heal from
the one where only your soulmate(s) can kill you (maybe you can still be killed by age/disease, maybe not, maybe you become vulnerable only after you lose your soulmate(s))
the one where reincarnation is also a thing and meeting your soulmate(s) either unlocks or erases memories or your past lives until the next one
the one where in universes with magic meeting your soulmate(s) activates your powers/unlocks more powerful magic
SOULMATE AUS WITH COMPLICATIONS:
blind characters who can’t see if the world’s in color or black and white
characters like x-men’s rogue who literally can’t touch people; characters who have been through trauma who don’t want to touch people
hard of hearing characters like clint barton who can’t hear their soulmate speak without hearing aids/at all or on the flipside characters who can’t speak; maybe it still works in sign language, or maybe it doesn’t
people who can’t read/can’t read the language the words on their body are in
characters like bucky barnes who’ve lost hands and/or had their fingerprints removed
soulmate clocks that time out in the middle of the crowd; there’s an entire craigslist category for finding who else was there that day with a clock that timed out too
famous characters speaking to or performing for a crowd and suddenly their world is in color/their clock times out/etc and every member of the audience pretends to be this celebrity’s soulmate and a cinderella type situation ensues with the finding
soulmates playing the hot/cold game and they kEEP MISSING EACH OTHER
insomniacs who rarely sleep, much less at the same time/different time than their soulmates
soulmate ot3s/ot4s/otmores where you dream in varying people’s povs every time you sleep and get super confused
people who get sick or injured and frantically search for their soulmates so they can survive
people who need to be in medically induced comas and their soulmates have to stay away so they don’t accidentally wake them up
the one where soulbonding is actually a choice and someone chooses to bond with someone they may not know or like to save their lives and have to figure out if they can unbond or if they have to live with the situation (and of course learn to love one another either romantically or not)
new souls who don’t get memories of past lives because they don’t have one and panic
muggles/people without powers who of course CAN’T get them upgraded or unlocked
COMBINATION AUS:
the one where you one or both of you have to do all three (see your soulmate(s), touch your soulmate(s), hear your soulmate(s)), or all three have to happen at least once between the 2+ of you
or it’s completely random how you find your soulmate(s): one of you gets a name and the other gets a fingerprint, one of you has to hear your soulmate and one of you has to see them, etc; particularly useful if you happen to be blind or deaf
same for characters with other disabilities/who have “complications”: they get or find a different way of finding their soulmates, not better or worse, just different
THEN THERE’S SOULMATE AUS THAT DON’T HAVE TO CONFORM TO LIFELONG MONOGAMY:
the ones where you have more than one romantic soulmate at the same time or you get a new soulmate after the first dies
the ones where people have multiple soulmates of different types and it’s color coded; a red name/mark/etc for love, a blue one for friendship, etc; for the ones where you start seeing color you get a new one for each soulmate
the ones where some people have romantic soulmates and some don’t, and those that don’t are still perfectly happy anyway, maybe in a relationship anyway, maybe not
the ones where some people have multiple romantic soulmates who may or may not also be soulmates with each other
aromantic or asexual people who have soulmates who are not and they manage to work it out
romantic and sexual people who don’t have soulmates but find happiness anyway, either with someone like them or someone not like them
SOULMATE AUS THAT EXPLORE THE RAMIFICATIONS OF SOULMATES BEING A THING:
the ones where soulmates are for everyone and get legal aid to help stay together, like if their in-laws try to keep them apart/someone risks getting deported/someone gets drafted/whatever
the ones where soulmates are super super rare and TECHNICALLY get exempted from shitty things like “people of different races/the same sex/etc can’t get married/have relations/etc” but maybe still face a lot of prejudice and they fight to get those types of awful laws lifted for everyone
agencies that exist to help you find your soulmate(s) or figure out which soulmate thing you have but some of them are just shams, bonus points for this being in a verse where the thing is exceedingly rare to begin with
people pretending to be soulmates to take advantage of the laws, for good or ill; the couple who loves just as fiercely as a soulmates who will do anything to stay together, or the shitty people who try to claim they’re mated to people who’ve rejected them so they “have” to stay together
tabloid mags photoshopping matching soulmate marks or following big legal cases where someone tries to prove or disprove that they are soulmates with someone else
soulmates in universes where they’re a rarity or rare soulmate types like ot3s/ot4s/otmores in dodging government officials because they don’t want to become lab rats
people who don’t believe in soulmates until it happens to them, or people who believe hardcore and want to find theirs but they don’t necessarily have one, or don’t have a romantic one
little rituals that make finding your soulmate more likely, like shaking hands with people as often as possible even with the cashier ringing up your groceries, repeating each other’s names after you’re introduced, etc
just give me alllll the soulmate aus ok, give me people finding each other in spite of complications, give me all the delightful plot twists, give me detailed worlds where this changes the norms, give me it working out in the end whether romantically or not, bonded or not
feel free to reblog with sources! (or MORE AUS.) a little over half of these are things i’ve seen elsewhere over time and i cannot remember where they are all from
haha or if you’re into this sorta thing you could just take pity on me and reblog it anyway this took an embarrassingly long time to type up oh my god ;;;;;;;;;
