a/n: rare moment that I write about megumi even tho he’s my fav character 🥲 so enjoy!
It’s been three months since you started dating Megumi, and somehow, it still felt like something you were quietly getting used to—in the best way.
To celebrate, he told you he had something planned for your three-month anniversary.
He knows how much you love making art (to be loved is to be seen!) and how creative you are. So he surprises you to a pottery painting studio! When he reveals this idea to you, your eyes couldn’t help but sparkle in enthusiasm, you couldn’t wait!
You wore a jean skirt paired with a white babydoll top with blue flowers and megumi matched wearing a plain baby blue shirt to match the flowers on your top and khakis.
Holding megumis hand, you walk around the studio, checking out the different objects they had, trying to figure out what to choose. After a while, you decide on a bowl and Megumi picks a mug.
You grabbed the materials you guys needed before heading to a table near the window. The sunlight spills across the surface, hitting your skin as you began painting.
You started with choosing a color for the base of your bowl.
“Pink?” he asks, watching as you dip your brush into the paint.
“Obviously,” you say, already smiling.
He hums quietly, adjusting the mug in front of him before starting on his own design.
You lean slightly closer to peek.
“What are you planning to do?”
“Not sure yet,” he replies. “Still thinking.”
You grin. “That’s your answer for everything.”
He glances at you for a second, smiling before returning to his mug. “It works.”
You shake your head, focusing back on your bowl.
There’s a brief pause as you try to think about what you wanted to say next.
“…I’m really happy you brought us here.” you gave a small smile
His cheeks softly turned a pink hue.
“it’s no problem. I’m glad you like it.” Giving a light smile back.
“Hey… there’s an ice cream shop a few blocks from here.”
He looks up: “…Yeah?”
You: “We could go after this.”
You finish the final touches on your bowl, stepping back slightly to look at it. Strawberries decorated the outside, and inside, a small engraved flower sat alongside you and Megumi’s initials.
You glance at Megumi Fushiguro, who’s just finishing up his mug.
“Looks good,” you say softly.
He gives a small nod. “Yours too.”
After glazing your pieces, you both set them aside to be fired and begin cleaning up.
Once everything is done, you leave the studio and step out into the open air.
The walk back is calm.
You and Megumi walk side by side, hands intertwined, his thumb occasionally brushing against yours subtly.
You glance ahead, then back at him.
“Hey… there’s an ice cream shop a few blocks from here.”
He tilts his head slightly, looking at you. “…Yeah?”
You smile, squeezing his hand just a little. “Can we go?”
He squeezes your hand back.
“Yeah I’m down.”
As you walk, you spotted the ice cream shop, stepping inside together.
After a quick look around, you decide on your usual—vanilla ice cream with rainbow sprinkles. Megumi chooses mango sticky rice.
You leave the shop , holding your ice creams and head toward Central Park, the soft hum of the city surrounding you as you walk side by side.
You settle onto a nearby bench, sitting close as you eat your ice cream. Every now and then, you lean over to steal a bite from his, earning a quiet glance from him but no complaint.
The moment feels slow in the best way.
Things were still new between you two—your first relationship, still learning what affection meant and how it felt to receive it but over time, being with him made that uncertainty start to fade into something more comfortable.
You rest your head lightly on his shoulder, letting yourself relax into the quiet of the moment.
Megumi does the same, his posture easing as he presses a small kiss to the top of your head.
You close your eyes for a second, just taking it in.
“…Thank you for everything, Gumi. Today was perfect.”
You lift your head slightly to look at him, smiling, before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.
For a brief moment, Megumi doesn’t move.
Then his hand lifts, his fingers lightly cupping your cheek as he leans in and returns the kiss, soft and steady.
It’s quick, but enough to make the moment feel warmer than before.
When he pulls back, his thumb lingers near your cheek for just a second before lowering his hand again.
the hum of machinery was a constant backdrop in the armory. sparks flew from welding rigs, the scent of oil and metal thick in the air. you didn’t even flinch as a molten drop skittered across the floor. levi, on the other hand, had been doing laps for the past fifteen minutes, trying—failing—to act casual.
“y/n,” he said, voice clipped, eyes darting to where you were bent over the control panel. “uh… did you recalibrate the—”
you didn’t look up. didn’t even pause your movements. “yeah. already did. it was off by point zero seven two. figured you’d notice sooner or later.” your tone was flat, effortless, like solving tiny math problems was just a part of your day, not something to make anyone nervous about.
levi’s chest tightened. “right. okay.” he swallowed and rubbed the back of his neck. he’d planned to sound competent. to sound normal. instead, he sounded like a babbling idiot. “i… mean—good job. obviously.”
you finally straightened, wiping your hands on a rag, and gave him a sideways glance. not judgmental. just amused. the kind of look that made him feel like every bad word he’d ever said was written across his forehead.
“thanks,” you said casually. “not like it was hard. your equipment’s… predictable.”
levi blinked. predictable. like your heart, maybe, except he had no idea what he was doing to yours.
he tried again. “you—you ever, uh… you ever think about taking a break? step away from all this tech stuff… and maybe, i dunno… come have lunch or something?” his voice was low, controlled, but he could feel it shaking.
you shrugged, leaning back against the console, arms crossed. “maybe. if it’s not a fire drill or an explosion or something life-or-death. otherwise, i like knowing everything works perfectly.”
levi ground his teeth. cool. calm. completely untouchable. your brain, your hands, your energy—it was all so… so you. he’d trained his entire life to stay composed, to command, to be untouchable himself. and yet here you were, making him feel like a rookie.
“right.” he swallowed. “understood.”
you tilted your head, a small smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. “you know,” you said, voice deceptively easy, “you’re really bad at hiding that you like me.”
levi choked on his own breath. tried to blink it away. tried to act unimpressed. failed spectacularly.
“i—what?” he croaked.
you stepped closer, hands still in your pockets, calm as a still pond. “it’s fine. you don’t have to say anything. just… stop trying to act normal around me. it’s cute. i like it.”
levi’s knees almost buckled. “i—i—”
“yeah,” you said, cutting him off with a lazy smile. “you like me. admitted.”
and just like that, levi’s carefully maintained composure crumbled, leaving only the part of him that was completely, undeniably, hopelessly smitten.
you shrugged again, casual as ever, and muttered, “finally said it for you.”
levi made a noise somewhere between a groan and a growl, but it wasn’t angry. not even close. it was… everything.
and just for a moment, the world narrowed to the hum of machines, the smell of oil, and you, still cool, still untouchable, still utterly in control.
levi had never thought a simple dinner would be… this much work.
he walked beside you, hands tucked neatly in his pockets, chest stiff. you, on the other hand, were wandering the streets like you owned them, sunglasses perched perfectly on your nose even though it was dusk. casual, untouchable, untamed. levi’s jaw clenched.
“y/n,” he said, voice tight, “uh… are you sure you want to go in there? it looks crowded.”
you glanced at him, eyebrow raised. “i thrive in chaos. you, on the other hand, look like you might pass out if someone bumps into you.”
levi’s face went hot. “i—i can handle it.”
“sure.” you didn’t skip a beat. you reached over and gently grabbed his elbow, steering him past the line like he was a delicate artifact. levi froze for a second, then realized he couldn’t fight you without looking ridiculous. you didn’t even flinch.
once inside, you immediately claimed a booth, sliding into the seat like it was your throne. levi, careful to maintain military-grade posture, sat opposite you, trying not to stare at how effortlessly cool you looked resting one arm on the back of the seat.
the waiter arrived, and levi opened his mouth to order, but you leaned forward, calm as ever.
“let me do it,” you said. “you look like you’re about to combust.”
levi blinked. “i… i can—”
“nope.” you cut him off with the kind of authority that made soldiers obey without question. you ordered with ease, even subtly suggesting a healthier option for him. levi stiffened, caught between gratitude and mortification.
as you waited for your food, you casually reached across the table and adjusted the collar of his uniform. “loosen up. shoulders too tense. you’re scaring the waitress.”
levi froze mid-breath, heart doing an unprofessional somersault. “i… i’m fine.”
“you’re fine,” you echoed, smirking just slightly, “until you get a cramp from pretending you’re made of steel.”
when the food arrived, you quietly ensured his plate was arranged properly, cutting his meat and nudging him to try a sip of his soup before it cooled. levi wanted to protest but found his voice locked somewhere behind his escalating blush.
“you’re… really… calm,” he muttered finally, leaning back, flustered.
“it’s what i do,” you said, effortlessly leaning one arm on the table, chin resting in your hand. “keeping people alive and functioning. part of the job description.”
levi groaned inwardly. of course. of course this cool, unflappable person also knew how to ruin him silently without even trying.
halfway through dessert, you caught him fumbling with the napkin, sighing like it was a life-or-death mission.
“here,” you said, folding it neatly and placing it on his lap. “relax. breathe. stop trying to impress me with basic coordination.”
levi looked like he was about to combust again. “i’m not—”
“yes, you are,” you interrupted lightly, grinning. “admit it.”
he exhaled sharply, defeated. “i… am.”
you leaned back, finally satisfied, arms crossed casually. “good. now we can eat in peace.”
levi tried to stay composed, tried to act like nothing had happened, but every time you gave a small smirk, or adjusted something for him without a word, he felt himself unraveling all over again.
by the time you left the restaurant, he was a mix of exhausted, flustered, and utterly enthralled. and you? you walked down the street like you’d done nothing out of the ordinary.
except, levi knew better. you’d done everything, and he’d let you.
levi had resolved himself: tonight, he was going to act normal. cool. collected. untouchable.
you met him outside the training compound, hair slightly messy from the wind, hands in your pockets, grin already teasing. “ready?” you asked, voice calm, casual, like nothing could rattle you.
levi swallowed. “i… am.”
“good,” you said, sliding an arm through his. “because i’m taking care of you tonight.”
levi froze. “i—what?”
you squeezed his arm lightly, leaning close enough that he could smell the faint scent of oil and coffee. “you heard me. no overthinking, no stressing. just… follow my lead.”
he tried to protest, of course, but the heat in your eyes made him shut up immediately.
at the small arcade you wandered into, he flinched at the loud sounds. you tugged him gently toward a claw machine. “okay, first lesson: have fun. i got this.”
levi’s brows knitted. “you’re… babying me.”
“maybe,” you admitted, pressing a coin into his hand. “but romantic babying. pay attention.”
he scowled, fumbled with the joystick. you leaned behind him, hands lightly brushing over his as you guided his movements, murmuring softly. “slow… a little to the left… perfect.”
levi’s face heated, not just from embarrassment but from the intimacy of it. your fingers lingering, your voice so calm, so sure. it was unlike anything he’d ever felt, and he didn’t know how to respond except to keep letting you lead.
“see?” you said as the claw scooped up a plush toy effortlessly. “nothing to worry about. you’re safe. i’ve got you.”
levi’s jaw nearly hit the floor. i’m a grown man, a captain, and they’ve got me feeling like this?
you didn’t stop. on the walk back, you took his hand without ceremony, entwining fingers. “don’t stiffen,” you murmured. “it’s okay to let go. i like it when you let go.”
he tried to say something, anything, but your thumb brushing over the back of his hand stole his words.
at a quiet little café, you ordered for both of you again. “extra whipped cream for you,” you said, setting the cup in front of him with a smirk. “it’s cute when you’re flustered.”
levi groaned, hiding his face behind the cup, heart pounding. “i—i’m not cute.”
“cute and flustered are basically synonyms for you right now,” you said, leaning forward, resting your chin in your hands, eyes soft. “and i like it. a lot.”
levi’s chest tightened. his composure, the thing he clung to for years, was melting under your touch, your voice, your calm, effortless presence.
“y/n…” he started, voice low, desperate to be stern and in control.
you reached across the table, cupping his cheek gently. “it’s okay, levi. you don’t have to do anything. i got you. just… let me.”
and that was it. the dam broke. he leaned into your hand without thinking, letting you cradle him, feel the warmth of your steady, nonchalant assurance.
you leaned in close, whispering softly, lips near his ear: “see? being taken care of isn’t so bad, is it?”
levi let out a small, defeated sigh. “no… not with you.”
you smiled, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. “good. now you’re mine, even if you pretend to fight it.”
levi wanted to protest, wanted to reclaim control, but he couldn’t. your calm, your cool, your quiet confidence had him completely undone. and for the first time in a long time, he didn’t mind at all.
he was yours. completely, hopelessly, and utterly.
The walk back to your place was quiet, the kind of silence that felt intentional. Levi’s hand stayed in yours the whole way, your thumb tracing slow, absentminded circles over his knuckles like it didn’t even register as something intimate. He noticed. He noticed everything. He just didn’t say a word.
Every time he even thought about pulling away, your grip tightened slightly. Not enough to restrain him. Just enough to remind him you were guiding this.
Inside, you flicked on a single lamp. Warm light filled the room, softening the edges. Levi lingered near the door, arms crossed, posture rigid like he could still armor himself if he tried hard enough. His eyes, though, kept finding you. Waiting. Watching.
You shrugged off your jacket, draped it over a chair, then looked at him.
“Come here.”
It wasn’t a question.
Levi moved before his brain caught up, stopping in front of you, close enough that he could feel your warmth. You tilted your head, studying him like a problem you already knew how to solve.
“You did good tonight,” you said easily. “Letting me take care of things.”
His jaw tightened. “I wasn’t—”
You stepped closer, lifting a hand to the back of his neck. Slow. Unrushed. Giving him time to pull away if he wanted to. He didn’t.
Your thumb brushed along his jaw, grounding, steady. “You don’t have to explain yourself,” you murmured. “You don’t have to be on all the time. I’ve got you.”
His breath stuttered. Just once.
You guided him back until he sat at the edge of the bed, hands resting on his knees like he didn’t trust them anywhere else. You stayed standing between his legs, fingers smoothing down his sleeves, straightening his collar, movements precise and gentle. Familiar. Caring.
“Look at me,” you said softly.
He did. Gray eyes searching your face, stripped of their usual sharpness. You leaned in, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to his lips. Not hurried. Not demanding. Just enough to make him lean forward on instinct, chasing you when you pulled back.
“Good,” you whispered, brushing your forehead against his. “You’re doing great.”
His hands came up to your waist, tentative, like he was asking permission without words. You didn’t stop him. You just rested your hands over his, anchoring him there.
He exhaled, shoulders finally dropping.
You stayed like that for a moment, quiet and close, Levi letting himself be held without needing to lead or command or protect. Just existing in your space, under your calm, steady attention.
Cartoon Special: Valentine's Date (983 words) by FandomNightmare
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Poppy Playtime (Video Game)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: CatNap/DogDay (Poppy Playtime)
Characters: CatNap (Poppy Playtime), DogDay (Poppy Playtime), Miss Delight (Poppy Playtime), Smiling Critters (Poppy Playtime)
Additional Tags: Fluff, Short & Sweet, Sweet, Breakfast in Bed
Series: Part 1 of Poppy Playtime: Smiling Critter Gen 5
Summary:
Dogday and Catnap go on a date
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I wrote a Poppy Playtime Valentine's Day fic, I hope you all enjoy it!
I've got several WIPs in edits, but I haven't posted from this one yet. In the 14th story from Kanej Wensen, Bevrediging, Kaz is going to take Inej out on their first public date. He might be a smidge nervous...
Kaz straightened his purple and black paisley tie for the third time, and checked that the matched pocket square was tucked just right in his jacket’s breast pocket. He adjusted his hat for the fourth time. The mirror in the front hall of the mansion showed him that everything still looked perfect. It did nothing to settle the nerves that had risen up on his way to the Geldin district. Even though he’d just seen Inej over the weekend, and had a grand dinner with her, Jesper, Wylan, and Marya. Spent a marvelous night cuddling and talking late into the night. And a rather lovely morning snuggled together upon waking, too. Even though they’d had multiple conversations about tonight’s date, Kaz couldn’t shake feeling like an absolute mess. He reached for the tie again with bare, subtly trembling fingers.
You’re acting like you’ve never gotten dressed before…
It’s my first actual date out in public, okay?
Of all the times for Jordie to be in his head, acting like the concerned older brother, this wasn’t the most helpful. He didn’t need to feel any more on edge. The tie was fine. The pocket square was fine. The hat was fine. It was all fine… he just needed to breathe. Was his tie too tight? Fuck, the fucking tie is FINE!
Soft tagging: @intosnarkness, @aphroditestummyrolls, and @kezzzx if there is anything you want to post about!
There's no better way than to spend a spring day in Japan then a hanami or flower viewing party. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom in Hatsetsu and Vitkor has been staying with Yuuri at the onsen hotel for a few months in preparation for their wedding in the summer. The skating duo is inviting all their close friends and family for a Honeymoon/ Wedding/Tropical getaway to Okinawa, to not only celebrate their nuptials but to officially have one last hurrah before Viktor retires from skating and to kick off Yuuri’s last season as a skater before becoming a coach himself.
Today however, It's still spring, the wedding preparations are being handled by Minako-san, Leaving Viktor and Yuuri to enjoy their time together during the off season, basking in their last few months as boyfriends and not husbands.
The day has brought them to Dobutsu Koen, a park that welcomes pets of all kinds, usually a dog but the rare cat and bunny on a leash isn't an uncommon spot. The cherry blossoms in this park have always been Yuuri’s favorite. Growing up he would always spend hours reading and relaxing when he wasn't on the ice under these trees. So he knew he had to bring Viktor here while he was in Japan.
Yuuri has had a lot of things that Viktor absolutely had to do while in Japan, and he seems to be trying to cram them all into one day for some reason unbeknownst to Viktor. The morning started off adorable, With Yuuri beginning him a huge, traditional japanese breakfast in bed. They both sat and fed each other, basking in the morning sunlight. After, they showered together and had a morning soak in the hot springs. Immediately after drying off, Yuuri pretty much dressed Viktor and had him out the door onto their first venture of the day, A tea house just outside the city.
On the bus to said tea house is when Viktor first noticed the major flaw in Yuuri being by his side since waking up, He didn't get a chance to take his morning pee. Even while brushing his teeth, the activity he usually does before relieving himself, Yuuri was right by his side. The whole ride there, he was eager to get to the tea house and use their restroom, so he could stop worrying about the low nagging in his lower half and enjoy the seemingly jam packed day with his fiance.
“Viktor! You have to try their hibiscus matcha latte! It was my own concoction I used to get as a kid and when I started skating professionally they made it an official menu item!” Yuuri hurriedly pulled Viktor into the store, not giving him a chance to excuse himself. He gave into Yuuri’s grasp deciding he can wait till after they order and get their drinks.
They order their drinks, Viktor is taken away by how delicious Yuuri’s custom drink is and mindlessly sips at it over the half hour while they sit and talk about Yuuri’s childhood. By the time Yuuri is ready to head to their next destination, Viktor had finished the entire latte. He did manage to excuse himself from Yuuri to find the bathroom when the owner of the shop asked for a picture with him to print out and stick on the menu next to the drinks.
Viktor turned the corner where the restroom was located and was eager to pop inside, He was halted by a yellow wet floor sign blocking the entire hallway, along with an out of order sign taped to the door to the single stall restroom. Viktor stood in shock for a second, not sure what to do. He really does have to go, but if the bathroom is out of order, there is nothing he can do. He makes due with standing still for a moment, crossing his legs tightly before making his way back out to an eagerly awaiting Yuuri to head to their next destination.
Of course it's a wine tasting. A vineyard. One of the only Italian style Vineyards in all of Japan that just so happened to be the place where Yuur’s mom proposed to his dad. Yes that is right, she proposed to him. Viktor was shocked to hear this from Yuuri’s as they walked around getting a tour of all of the different types of grapes growing. Viktor was thankful that while they kept moving, he could easily disguise his mild squirming as they walked on the uneven terrain, when they were brought to an outside terrace, lined with blooming Wisteria plants.
They were seated at a bar, with a few other couples. Viktor takes note that they aren't the only same-sex couple in the row, two women are seated a few couples down from them. He smiles, Japan is very different then Russia. The main difference Viktor is focused on now is how Japan apparently has a major lack of public restrooms, as this outside terrace has no restroom in sight.
“This is the wine they had at my moms wedding! I order us full glasses of it, and samples of all the others they offer so maybe we can pick one for our wedding.” Yuuri explains as the waitress drops the tray of drinks off at their side of the bar. Viktor swallows down his need, deciding to focus all of his attention on picking a wine for their wedding, something Yuuri is clearly passionate about.
“Ooh this one is good too! Try this one!” Yuuri hiccups, Viktor laughs, they both decide spitting out the wine after tasting it doesn't feel right, so they are drinking all of it and the slight tipsiness is making everything taste the same at this point.
“I like the one your parents choose, my love, it's sweet just like you, maybe that's why you're so sweet.” Viktor leans forward and kisses Yuuri, his belt being at the perfect angle to put major pressure on his bladder. He winces at the reminder that he still needs to pee, and the tea and now multiple small glasses of wine making themselves comfortable in his bladder is making him anything but comfortable.
“Yuuri-” Viktor is about to speak up but Yuuri starts talking before he can express his need.
“Come on, it's gonna start getting chilly and I wanna stop by the conbini and get the food for the Hanami!” Viktor is paying for their wine tasting and being ushered out the door before he can even realize just how desperate he is from the change of gravity.
The conbini has no bathroom for the public, they never do. Luckily, Yuuri lets him wait outside to grab their food, leaving him to wiggle about however he pleases to keep his need at bay. He is still a little tipsy from the wine, so he is not really feeling embarrassed by his obvious potty dance visible to the various onlookers. Yuuri exits the conbini excited to announce he got more booze for their picnic, and so many snacks.
They got to the park and layed out their tarp, topping it off with a plush green and white checkered throw blanket for added comfort. Though at this point, nothing could bring comfort to Victor besides emptying the massive swollen organ currently filling up his insides
“Try this love!” Yuuri was shoving a bite of something filled with shrimp and mayonnaise into his mouth, he smiled as he ate, enjoying being fed by the love of his life, but annoyed he couldn't fully enjoy the moment because of his need, he decided then he needed to speak up.
“Yuu-”
“We got here at the perfect time, look how crowded it's getting, we're lucky we got this spot.” Yuuri once again cuts Viktor off. Viktor looks around and there are quite a lot of people now. Viktor gives up hasking, they would lose their spot and it would ruin the end of their amazing day Yuuri planned. Viktor swallows hard, choosing to sit on his legs and crush his member between his thighs to keep his composure.
Said composer lasts all of thirty minutes when more alcohol is opened and he is feeling his previous buzz come back full circle. He never drank a lot during his active skating years so he is rather light weight, and the alcohol in japan doesn't taste bad like in russia so it's easy to down it rather quickly. He is wiggly now, uncomfortably so and Yuuri seems to notice.
“You okay, babe?” Yuuri places a hand on Viktors thigh, he tenses, and then realizes Yuuri can probably feel how tight he has his legs pushed together. He lets his muscles loose, trying to look as normal as possible while nodding, but when he does, a sharp burst of wetness shocks him into hunched over position, his hands, that he has been trying too hard to keep busy, shoot to hold himself.
“Viktor???” Yuuri is scooted over to his side the second he lets out a groan. The younger japanese man not knowing what's wrong with his fiance, Viktor can hear the concern in his voice.
“I’m okay, I just have to pee.” Viktor says he tries to sound normal but his voice comes out in a croak. All his muscles are taught, even his vocal cords while he waits for this course of desperation to pass.
“Oh that god! I was worried you were sick. Come on, let's go find a bathroom. I gotta go too.” Viktor feels Yuuri’s hand move from his thigh for a moment as the blanket shifts under them, to the small hand being held out for him to grab ahold of. Not feeling like the current wave is passed at all, he hesitantly lets one of his hands leave his crotch to be hoisted up,
Immediate regret. The second he goes to stand up, a gush of piss wets his boxers, it's long and hard and audible to Yuuri. Viktor instinctively slams himself back down into the picnic blanket and resumes the position with both hands holding his now damp crotch. Viktor just looks up at Yuuri with tears in his eyes.
“Hey hey! It's okay. Did you wait too long?” Yuuri is at his side sitting on the blanket once again, this time both hands are on his shoulders, massaging them gently.
“I-I can't move. I already started-” Viktor can't even say the words.
“Oh, baby.” Yuuri leans over and places a kiss on Viktor's cheek “if you already started then…” Viktor is surprised Yuuri’s lips didn't get burned from how hot his cheeks for from the suggestion.
“I can't, love, we're in public and I- nghhh” Viktor leans forward, another leak escaping him, this time, it shows on his pants outside of his hands. He looks down in a panic.
“It's okay. We will stay here until your pants are dry enough that nobody will know. The blanket will soak it all up.” Yuuri’s words are nonsense in Viktors ears, peeing himself? He is a grown man. He hasn't wet himself this publicly since the one time during practice he fell wrong and wet himself, and only Yakov was there to witness that.
Viktor doesn't have a choice in the matter, as another leak escapes him, this time, it doesn’t stop,
“Sit criss cross, that way only your bum will get wet.” Yuuri seems to notice the wetness spreading beneath viktor hands and the older skater lets his legs fall into the instructed position, Yuuri moves and grabs one of his hands, and that's it,
Viktor sits and stares down at his lap in horror as he feels the damn break, hot, steaming piss spattering hard against the inside of his jeans before rolling down his thighs and pooling at his ass. He can hear the hiss of how forcefully he is peeing, and he hopes Yuuri can’t, but likely, Yuuri is the only one who can, considering he is sitting beside Viktor, rubbing his back as he wets himself in the middle of a crowded park.
The feeling of relief as he finally starts to feel the pain subside is short lived, when shame overcomes him. Feeling just how wet his pants already are, while there is still an ocean spilling out of him makes him feel disgusting.
“I’m sorry.” He chokes, still peeing, but not being able to keep his emotion in. “I ruined our date because I forgot to go this morning, I should have been able to hold it.” Viktor cries, feeling the cooling sensation of his piss makes him realize he is finally empty. He couldn't even tell because the pain from holding it is still in his mid-section.
“This morning?! Viktor- Why didn't you say anything?” Yuuri whispers pulling Viktor into an embrace,
“Stop, I'll get pee on you!” Viktor tries to pull away, but Yuuri does let him,
“I don't care, come here. I'm sorry. I should have paid more attention to your needs.” Viktor melts into Yuuri's embrace, feeling the warmth of his husband that he loves so much.
“So you still want to marry me?” Viktor pulls away with a sad look on his face.
“Viktor!” Yuuri slaps him on the shoulder playfully, “of course I do what would you even ask that?” Yuuri pulls back and looks at him curiously,
“We both haven't been to the toilet and…I couldn't hold it. I’m weak, I'm broken. I’d understand if you didn't want to be with someone who can't even keep their pants dry for a dat-'' Viktor is cut off by a new, warm wetness seeping into the blanket, but this time not below him, but next to him.
“I don't care that you had an accident, see, it's not a big deal. I told you I had to go too, remember? See? Now let's move to the other side of the blanket that's dry, and let's open that egg sandwich before it gets too hot from the sun!” Viktor sits, shell shocked for a few seconds, bewildered on how he found the most perfect fiance in the world, Not many people can say their partner would piss themselves to make them feel better. Viktor moves from the wet spot on the blanket stealthily and eats the rest of the food Yuuri bought. Thankfully since its a rather hot spring day, their pants dry enough that they can leave right before sundown, hand in hand, closer then they had ever been and both dying to get home and change their pants.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/3
Fandom: Gossip Girl (TV 2007)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Nate Archibald/Dan Humphrey
Characters: Dan Humphrey, Nate Archibald, Milo Humphrey
Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Not Chuck Friendly, mentions of past canon couples, mentions of past nate/chuck, chuck is in jail somewhere idk, Minor Canonical Character(s), Alcohol, Marijuana
Summary:
So I tied a few different prompts from my ask box together! I hope you all don’t mind. Here’s a little bit of LionFish fluff! O’Knutzy belong to the ever amazing @lumosinlove. Hope you all enjoy!
tw: panic attack
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“I feel like I can’t breathe.”
It probably wasn’t his best idea. No, it definitely wasn’t.
Today was Finn and Leo’s date day, and they had decided to go to a bookshop they had heard about. It was in the middle of the city and of course the day they decided to go was a Friday.
Their busiest day.
Now Leo was usually fine with crowds, but today was apparently not one of those days. He clutched at Finn’s hand as they wandered through the store, flinching slightly every time someone bumped his shoulders.
He hadn’t even noticed Finn had stopped until he ran right into his back. “Nut? Baby, are you alright?” Finn asked, his free hand coming to cup the taller boy’s jaw.
Leo squeezed his eyes shut, clutching at the collar of his shirt as if to try and pull it from his neck, “I-I feel like I can’t breathe.” He muttered, eyes flickering between everyone who just seemed to be getting closer and closer, and why were these aisles so small?
Just as the shelves began to spin, he was being pulled from the store into the cold winter air. Leo gasped, feeling as though he had been holding his breath for too long. He rested his head on the brick wall of the shop, as warm hands wrapped around his waist, grounding him.
“Hey, Nutty, babe. You’re alright, I’ve got you. Take a deep breath.” Finn murmured, pressing gentle kisses to the taller boy’s cheeks.
“I’m sorry. I-I don’t know what happened. It hit me out of nowhere.” Leo whispered, hiding his face in Finn’s shoulder as he pulled him close.
Shaking his head, Finn rubbed his hand comfortingly over Leo’s back, “Baby, no. You’ve got nothing to apologize for. Why don’t we go to that cafe we found last time? The one with those really good chocolate scones? We can come back here another day when they’re less busy.”
“Are you sure? We’ve had this planned for awhile.” Leo bit his lip nervously. He really didn’t want to go back in there but if Finn wanted to, he would do anything for him.
Finn wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him in for a deep kiss, “I’m very sure, baby. I want to come here but I want to come here when both of us are comfortable.”
Letting out a soft breath, Leo nodded, “Yeah, let’s go then. A chocolate scone sounds really good.”
Finn smiled, leading the way back to their car. He opened the passenger door, letting Leo in before closing the door behind him and climbing in himself.
A comfortable silence filled the car as they drove towards the cafe. Finn reached across the center console to hold Leo’s hand, his thumb rubbing over the back of his hand.
Leo couldn’t help but sit and watch Finn as he drove. He wasn’t sure how he got so lucky to have someone so kind and caring to love him. He really had no clue how he managed to get two of them. “Thank you.” He said softly, squeezing the warm hand in his.
Glancing at him out of the corner of his eye, Finn smiled, “Nutter Butter, you’ve got nothing to thank me for. You know I’d do anything for you.” He murmured as they pulled up in front of the cafe.
They both climbed out of the car, Finn intertwining their fingers as soon as Leo was around the car, “Let’s get you some scones, Nut.”
“Hey. Finn.” Leo said, tugging him back to his chest.
Finn looked up, only to be pulled in for a surprise kiss. He hummed happily, resting his hands on Leo’s chest as he leaned into the touch.
Leo pulled away gently, resting his forehead on Finn’s. Finn couldn’t help the giant smile that spread across his face, “Not that it wasn’t very much appreciated but what was that for?” He asked.
“I just.. I love you. A lot.” Leo murmured, a light blush spreading on his face as he rested his hand over Finn’s on his chest.
If it was even possible, Finn smiled even bigger, lighting up his entire face, “Aw, Lovernut. I love you too, forever.”
