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hajimescutie · 3 years

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HEYYYYAKZHZJZBZ ITS 💘ANON

IM SO TIRED THESE DAYS TBH AND KIBDA SAD TOO SO CAN U DO A ANGST TO FLUFF SCENARIO WHERE THE HAIKYUU BOYS (TSUKKI IWA SALUSA AND BOKUTO) SNAP AT THEIR S/O NOT KNOWING THEYRE NOT DOING REALLY WELL ANSHAJSJZHSJA

KISS KISS 💘ANON

# — haikyuu boys snapping at their s/o

includes: k. tsukishima x gn!reader & h. iwaizumi x gn!reader

genre: angst to fluff (also in timeskip! obvi)

warnings: cursing, they kinda mean in this one but it ends up being okay!

a/n: APSKQNSJQQ 💘 ANON IVE MISSED YOU SM😭😭 I HOPE YOURE DOING OKAY ILYSM KISSES 😘 i only did tsukki and iwa i hope that's okay :(( whenever my schedules starts to clear up i'll do sakusa and bokuto i pinky promise! i love u and i hope this makes you feel better <3

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TSUKISHIMA:

today was not your day at all.

it felt like the whole universe decided today was the day to make your life absolutely miserable. it all began when you overslept for work, tsukki had already left for his job, and you forgot to put your work clothes in the dryer. then, showing up to work in damp, uncomfortable clothing 15 minutes late, your boss was not happy. the whole rest of the day they were nitpicky about anything you did. you were getting sick of it, you rarely were ever late and this is how they decided to treat you?

when your shift was finally over and your boss didn't have anything else for you to do, you bolted out of there. the only thing on your mind was going back home, cuddling with tsukki, and telling about each other's day. on the way back you had a raging headache, silently hoping it'll go away by the time you get back home.

when you did get home, you were met with silence. you took your shoes off with your head tilted slightly. shouldn't he be home by now?

speaking of the devil, you heard your phone ping with a notification.

tsukki <3: gonna be home late. don't wait up for me.

you rolled your eyes at the text, your frustration built up from earlier beginning to grow and grow. you just wanted this day to be over with, you just wanted to be held and told that everything was going to be okay.

not even bothering to begin making dinner or replying to your boyfriend's text, you headed to the bedroom and fell asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.

you were startled awake a couple hours later to the front door slamming shut. you sat up, rubbing the tiredness from your eyes. you grumbled a bit to yourself when you saw you were still in your work clothes. when your vision became clear, you saw a very disturbed tsukishima standing at the bedroom door suddenly, frustration clear in his eyes.

"hi baby, how was your da-"

"why isn't dinner ready yet?"

you blinked at him, "i'm...i'm sorry?"

he crossed his arms while shooting you a glare, "i've had a pretty shit day today, and for you to not even prepare dinner or do anything except sleep for the rest of the day really shows how responsible you are."

all you could do was gape at him. you couldn't even process words in your brain from what he just said to you. he doesn't even know how your day went, so that gives him the right to act selfish?

"i'm sorry, your majesty, but i've had a pretty shit day, too. i was hoping to come home to you but you said you stayed late. i was exhausted from today so i took a nap," you scoffed at him.

"wow! must be nice to act like you can just push aside your priorities while others are out there working their asses off," he said sarcastically. you were beginning to get pretty fed up with his attitude, him not even giving you the benefit of the doubt.

you got up out of bed and stormed over to where he was, almost coming nose to nose with the blonde. "i don't know what crawled up your ass while you were at work, but i don't need this right now. you better get your fucking act together before-"

you let out a choked sob you'd been attempting to hold back. you closed your eyes and let out a shaky breath through your nose, "i'll go make dinner, since your head's too far up your ass to see how i'm on the brink of having a mental breakdown. now if you'll excuse me..."

tsukki's eyes widened at your statement. usually you'd be going back and forth with venomous remarks, trying your best to get under each other's skin. but you were almost quiet, and that scared him a tad bit more. he saw how you were still in your work clothes, most likely too tired to change out of them.

when he said nothing, you took that as your cue to drag yourself to the kitchen, but not before you felt a large hand grip your bicep gently. tsukki pulled you back in front of him, pulling you into a much needed hug. as soon as your head hit his chest, the tears fell free. you gripped the back of his shirt tightly, the pent up emotions from today soaking the former middle blocker's shirt.

tsukki rubbed his hands up and down your back while letting out a sigh, "i'm sorry, i should've realized instead of snapping at you. i love you and if you'd let me, i'd love to hear you tell me what happened. as long as i can tell you about mine?"

you pulled away from his chest, sniffling while tsukki brushed a couple stray tears from your precious face. he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, hands playing with the ends of your hair.

"that'd be nice."

IWAIZUMI:

exams were the worst.

you were pretty sure your hair was going to start falling out from how stressed out you were. you had an insane amount of deadlines, too many assignments and essays to submit, so many damn email notifications popping up on your phone and your computer. it was safe to say that you weren't doing too hot.

you had been running around campus all day today, talking to professors and students in your class about anything and everything. some even gave you worried glances, but you chose to ignore them because you had so much shit to get done.

when you finally got home, you immediately sat down at the dining table and pulled out your school supplies, already expecting to pull another all-nighter.

your olive-eyed boyfriend, on the other hand, wasn't doing all that great either. team japan was not on their game today during practice, especially since one of them was injured and couldn't perform at their best. he wanted to rip his hair out, his frustration starting to get the best of him.

when work was finally done and over with for the day, his anger was at his peak. he just wanted to go home, eat dinner, and then head straight to bed. but, when he finally walked through the door and saw that not only was dinner not made, but that the whole place was a mess. you had gotten home before him, so why weren't any of the chores done?

he looked towards the dining table and saw you with your headphones in, too engrossed with your computer to even notice that he was home. he rolled his eyes, grumbling as he stomped over to your hunched over figure, aggressively tapping your shoulder to get your attention.

you jumped when you felt his touch, ripping your earbuds out to turn to hajime, who did not look happy. your eyes softened at him, giving him a soft smile, "oh, hi haji. did you just get home?"

you attempted to reach out to touch him but he quickly swatted your hand away. "yeah, i did just get home. care to explain to me why our home looks like a mess?"

you gave him a confused look before finally taking in your surroundings. blankets were strewn across the living room floor, the kitchen sink was filled with dirty dishes while the dishwasher held the clean ones, and some of your assignments were flung on the coffee table in front of the couch.

you shrank back in your seat, avoiding the ravenette's harsh gaze, "'m sorry haji, i've just been stressed with school and-"

"i don't want to hear your sorry excuses, y/n. i want this done now," he stated, teeth gritting together.

"and it will get done! i just have to finish this assignment..." you were turning back to your laptop before it was slapped shut, a gasp emitting from your lips.

you gaped at your boyfriend, "what the fuck hajime?! i hadn't even saved it yet!!"

"stop making excuses for not taking responsibility around the house, you're not the only one that's stressed. god, it's like i'm the only one that does anything around here," he mumbled out the last part, but you heard him loud and clear.

the tears were already flowing down your cheeks before you could stop them, some of them staining the papers you had organized on the dining table.

"oh what now you're crying? this is ridicu-"

"shut your fucking mouth hajime."

your boyfriend's eyes widened at your tone, hearing nothing but venom come from your trembling figure.

"y-you have absolutely no idea the amount of stress i'm going t-through. i have deadline after deadline, project after project, i've been glued to a s-seat all fucking day. and for you to blatantly disregard my feeling right n-now," you choked out another sob, "i'm sorry that the house is a mess. i guess i'll push aside my "excuses" for once."

you pushed past him into the living room, beginning with organizing the school papers that were on the coffee table. your tears hadn't stopped flowing, staining these papers as well.

hajime felt like an absolute piece of shit. with your back turned, he eyed the amount of papers on the table, diligently opening your laptop again. the assignment you were working on was still there, thank god, but he saw your calendar pop up in the bottom right hand corner. his eyes widened at the amount of dates that were listed, feeling even worse that he added more to your stress.

when he turned back toward your weeping figure, he walked over and stopped your hand from picking up anything else.

you immediately looked up at him with fear in your eyes, afraid that he was going to berate you again, "what- what are you doing?"

he pulled you against his broad chest, large arms wrapping around your waist. you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding in, soft sobs racking through your body.

"baby, i'm so sorry. i shouldn't have made you feel like you don't do enough around here, especially while you're still in school. i'm grateful for everything you do for us, can you forgive me?"

you nuzzled your face deeper into his chest, his hands now massaging your scalp to relieve any tension. you nodded your head slightly, pulling away to give him a teary smile.

he leaned forward and pecked you on the lips, mumbling something about cleaning tomorrow before he pampered you with affection in order for you to relax.

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chocojjk · 4 years

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Rain

“ohhh i would love to request something hmm okay let's see ideal date well how about a coffee shop date with my boi han from skz ? idc if it cliche (i love cliche ovjoijve)”

summary: barista! jisung x reader

words: 1k

a/n: this was originally just going to be a date scenario but i felt a little inspired so now it’s an au lol. not edited, per usual.

hope you guys enjoy it !

well, you asked for cliche

and ive been wanting to do a barista! au

so... here we go

its 12 am

it was raining

and the cherry on top of it all

you had nothing protecting you from it,

not an umbrella,,

not even a jacket

and so you use your backpack as your shield from the harsh rain that was pouring harder and harder with every step you took

running into the first building you see, you find yourself in a coffee shop, quietly cursing to yourself as water pools around you

“you look like youre having a rough time,” the boy giggles from behind the counter

“tell me about it,” you sigh, frustrated at how your clothes kept sticking to your skin

he disappears in the back for a bit as you lay your stuff down on an empty table

no one was in the shop and all you wanted to do was cry

frustrated at everything that was currently happening

and so you did

you quietly broke down, still keeping in mind that you weren’t completely alone

“maybe this could help,” the boy says

“huh,” you say looking at him as you desperately try to wipe your tears away, embarrassed that he caught you

and then you finally take notice of what he has held out for you

a sweater and some sweats

you cant help but let out a giggle at how unusual this situation is

“are you sure its okay?” you ask quietly

all he does is take your hand and lay his clothes on top of it

“the bathroom is at the back, take your time”

“thank you..umm,” you look at his name tag “minho”

“huh?!??” he says, a confused look on his face before it finally registers in his mind that he isn’t wearing his name tag and he lets out the prettiest laugh you swore you’ve ever heard

“oh no! my names jisung haha, sorry my friend and i switched name tags today because we were bored,” he says, frantically explaining

you giggle at his sudden outburst before excusing yourself to the bathroom to change

his clothes were way too big on you, and you honestly look too funny but you were so thankful that you didnt have to deal with the wet clothes

making your way back out, you look out the window, noticing that the rain hasn’t stopped and it didn’t look like it was going to any soon

the puddle of water you left behind was nowhere to be seen, all thanks to brown haired boy

you notice jisung making a drink and you make your way over to him, starting a conversation “are you guys always open this late?”

“well, i was actually just about to close the shop but then you walked in,”

“oh,” your eyes widen, “omygod, im so sorry!” you exclaim, making your way to your bag and mentally preparing yourself to step out back into the rain

“where are you going?”

“aren’t you going to close?” you ask

“i already did,” he says pointing to the sign through the glass door

“cmon, i made some coffee if you would like some” you make your way back towards him “are you allowed to do this?”

“no but my parents own the store and im sure they’ll be more upset at me for making someone as pretty as you walk out in the rain at this hour

your heart flutters at the boys comment

giving him a smile, you take the seat in front of him

“so, why are you out here at this hour?”

“well,, i was studying for my midterms at the library down the street and completely lost track of time”

“but that library closed like 3 hours ago?”

“yeah, i got locked in, had to call someone to get me out,” you sigh

he laughs

that same beautiful laugh

“i think thats the funniest thing i’ve heard all week,”

“well im glad someone finds my pain enjoyable,” you retort, giggling along with him

“do you want to talk to someone about it, i heard it really helps,”

“hmm, not really but thank you,” you reply honestly

“ok then, how about we play a game instead ?”

“what do you have in mind??”

“uhhhh, 20 questions?” he suggests and you roll your eyes

“oh you’re one of those guys,” you teasingly say, a smirk making its way on your face

“huh???” he says genuinely confused

“you charm your way into people’s hearts just to play 20 questions,”

you laugh

not a small little giggle, but a genuine wholehearted laugh

and jisung swears he’s never heard anything more beautiful

“ok jisung, whats your favorite color?”

for the next couple hours you guys just throw questions back and forth

20 questions turning into 40

until the whole thing was just scrapped away and you guys talk about anything and everything you could think of

the rain has stopped but the both of you chose not to acknowledge it, enjoying each other’s company as much as you can

and at 4am, your phone rings

your alarm clock

“omygod, i have class in 3 hours,” you say, surprised at how fast the time went

“you wake up at 4am everyday?”

“no but i was going to wake up a little earlier to squeeze in a bit of studying,” you say your shoulders slumping down as the stress of the exams start weighing on you once again

“hey,” jisung says softly you look up at him and all he does is ^^^(the gif above)

you cant help but smile at the boys cute little antics

“why dont you go home, squeeze in a little nap instead and freshen up yeah?”

“yeah, i should probably do that” you start packing your stuff away, slowly making yourself out

“thank you for tonight jisung, i owe you a lot”

he smiles at you, gummy smile and all

“you can repay me by stopping by after your exam and telling me how it went?”

“i was going to do that anyways to bring you back your clothes,” you say smiling at him

“oh okay, then how about you repay me by letting me take you out on a date?”

“omygod, you really are one of those guys,” you say laughing as he mirrors your actions

“i’d love to go out on a date with you,” you reply

“see you later?”

“see you later.”

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innittowinit · 4 years

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Can you pick me up? my uni burnt down (Chapt. 2)

Relationships: Sleepy bois inc (all fics i write are platonic)

Summary:

In which Techno goes to England for University, his building catches fire in the night, and he isn't prepared for the difference in climate between England and California. SBI fluff ensues

Chapter summary:

After waking up, Wilbur has the great idea that they should do a sleepy boys stream. Tommy doesn't get told about this id

Words: 1785

Language: English

AO3 Chapt. 1

Listen, waking up on a sofa, with a thin blanket shared with 3 men was never going to be the best morning. His back hurt and his legs were numb from Wilbur having sprawled out over the three of them as he slept.

Stretching his arms back, he recounted the events of last night. God, it really was only a few hours ago, he was so tired. Had this been last year, he would have been able to stay up for days on end and then just crash for an entire weekend. It wasn’t last year though and Techno had gotten himself into a fairly healthy routine, he couldn’t exactly be sleeping through his uni classes anyway.

“Alright you two” Hearing Philza’s voice, he propped his head up, “Get up, you can’t lay around all day”

A groan came from the mass of blankets and cushions that happened to be Wilbur, who was curled up in the centre of it,

“Phil it's so early and we went to bed so late. It’s fine to sleep in”

“Okay” he chuckled, humouring his tired friend “It’s midday Wil, im taking the blankets away now”

Techno thought it was much too early too, as he tugged the sleeves of Wilbur’s hoodie down a little further so they could act like gloves.

“Do you mind if I use your PC to try and find out what’s going on with my classes at some point? They'll probably send me an email or something” He grumbled, standing up so he could stretch his back out properly, following Phil slowly to the kitchen.

“That’s fine, it's up in my room, do what you need”

Breakfast was nice, it had been a while since Techno had had time for it honestly, and even longer since he had been able to eat with people he cared about. He had a couple slices of buttered toast and a bowl of some british cereal which he didn’t really like but he didn’t want to be rude so he ate it anyway.

“You wanna stream together later?” Wil asked through a mouth full of food, earning a snort from Phil. This was nice.

“Yeah maybe, you use face cam though, I’m not like against showing them my face but y'know, it is what it is” he shrugged, spooning another mouthful of his breakfast into his mouth, he had to admit it was very bland, he much preferred the sweeter ones that were more popular in America.

“Well think about it, if you decide you don't want them to see you, you can always just sit off to the side and I'll turn my monitor so you can still see it. My office is big enough for it anyway, it’ll be like where Niki was during that one MCC remember?”

Techno nodded and carried on eating, they really were 3 very sleepy boys right now. Maybe he’d take a nap once he found out what was going on with his classes.

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Streaming without any gameplay to comment about and with facecam on? Techno wasn’t exactly looking forward to it. That just didn’t really sound like something he was going to enjoy.

It was nerve wracking and he always seemed to glance at the camera too much when it was pointed at him. He knew the fans would be disappointed if he didn’t do it though, When Wilbur tweeted out saying that he and Phil would join him in a ‘you laugh you lose’ he watched as the replies freaked out.

You could say he was just a bit camera shy, he wasn’t incredibly insecure, sure there were things he didn’t like that much but everyone had things like that, it just made him nervous to know that people were looking at him.

He’d be okay with his friend’s though, he trusted that they’d never put him in an uncomfortable situation. He knew if he got overwhelmed he could sit outside the frame.

It would be okay.

“Hey hey chat” Wilbur mumbled into the mic, making it loud enough so that everyone could hear but it still sounded like he was whispering.

“We’ve got the blade here, bet you weren’t expecting that huh chat? Or maybe you were, maybe you read the title of the stream, bet there’s someone watching who didn't think he’d be here though” he finally turned the music off and switched from his ‘starting soon’ screen to his regular camera.

Wil went through the rules, it was the normal stuff, he added in some jokes here and there, prodding Techno and Phil to talk at times. They’d already agreed that this wouldn’t be for youtube, since that seemed to add a bit too much pressure for Techno, but hey, he still had to welcome his chat.

“Okay!! First media share! Lets go”

After a series of videos, some funnier than others, Techno had started to loosen up a bit. He was getting more comfortable with the camera and while he’d probably cringe while looking back at the footage, at least he was having fun right now.

He had a warm feeling in his chest that wasn’t usually there when he was streaming alone, sure it was usually fun but nothing was better than being with his friends while doing it, there was really only one person who was missing.

As if on queue, chat started spamming Tommy’s name, for a moment Techno thought he had been mumbling his thoughts out loud, before he looked between Phil and Wilbur, who both seemed equally confused. Moving Wilbur’s mouse over the chat to pause it, Techno tried to read some of the messages.

“Oh he tweeted something” he mumbled, pulling his phone out of his pocket without a care. Maybe some irl streamers would have used the computer but knowing Wilbur’s history, he doubted it could run Chrome and streamlabs at the same time.

Looking at the tweet he felt a little pang of guilt. It was lighthearted and jokey but he knew there’d be a little truth to it. He nudged the other two and read it aloud to them.

‘Damn guess I’m not a sleepy boy after all’

The air felt a little thick after that, they hadn’t meant to exclude Tommy; all of the excitement of Techno coming to stay had just made it a little hard to arrange to have Tommy here after all.

Still, they probably should have still told him though. They were supposed to be each other's family.

“Hey chat I think we’re gonna have to end stream early.” Wilbur finally piped up, deciding it wouldn't be right to carry on when they had hurt their friend, not that chat needed to know that though, he didn’t want to embarrass Tommy.

“I feel kinda sick and I don't think you all wanna watch me vomit right? Yeah so it’s best we end it now”

Techno sniggered to himself at that, in games Wilbur always seemed to be very cunning but he supposed he wasn’t very good at lying when it was about something he actually cared about. Said something being Tommy.

After raiding Fundy, the trio hopped straight onto discord.

Tommy didn't answer the first time he was called.

Or the second.

Finally, after three calls, Tommy decided he’d talk to them.

“You are all a bunch of dick heads, you know that? What the hell! Why wasn’t I invited to the sleepy boy’s stream! Wilbur you bitch!” Through all the vulgar language and the constant yelling, it was clear that Tommy was genuinely upset.

He had every right to be, as far as Techno was concerned. From his point of view his friend’s had just gone off and hung out without him. He just hoped he’d calm down once they explained everything.

“You know I thought we were friends! I thought we were brothers! But if you don’t wanna hang out with a ‘kid’ you can just tell me and i’ll- i'll go!” He was still yelling, as usual, it was clear he was trying to make this into a joke where he could overreact but Techno noticed the small sniffles and the quiver in his voice.

By the looks on Phil’s and Wilbur’s faces, they recognised it too.

“Listen, Tommy”

Wil was the first to talk, it made sense, it seemed that Tommy trusted him the most at times. Sometimes Techno could be a bit too cold and sometimes Phil could get a bit too overbearing.

Techno understood this, he didn’t take it personally, he knew it was only natural that you have people you trust with your emotions more than others. It didn’t mean Tommy didn’t love them just as much, just that they weren’t his ‘go-to’ when he felt down.

Techno felt the same way sometimes. Feeling’s got complicated and personally he thought Phil was the best to talk to about that, the fact that he was older and had his life sorted out gave him a sense of comfort, like he could trust him because he knew what he was talking about.

“We didn’t plan a meetup, it just sorta happened. Phil was at my place, helping me record, and then Techno’s Uni had a fire and he needed a place to stay while they’re making it safe again” Wilbur sighed as he heard Tommy moving on the other side of his mic. Techno wondered what he was doing.

“We would have invited you, had we known that we’d all be in the same place Toms”

Phil took over, giving Wilbur a little sympathetic smile. The brunette so obviously felt guilty about the situation.

“But when we got the call from Tech’ it was past 3 in the morning and it was tipping it down with snow, as soon as we got home we all slept. We decided to do a stream this morning but never once did we intend to try and make you feel like you aren’t welcome with us”

Finally it was Techno’s turn to talk...Fuck.

He wasn’t exactly the most sentimental guy, he struggled to show his emotions and he just assumed everyone he cared for just knew that he cared for them. He rarely had to say it out loud. God okay. He just had to swallow his pride and go for it.

“Tommy you are a sleepy boy and you are our brother. We did kind of a dick move today and if I was you I’d probably be upset too. I know I didn't like seeing you guys playing without me during MCC and that wasn’t even any of our decisions. We should have called you or something. I know I kinda tease you a lot but that’s just how I show I like people. Listen Tommy if I didn’t care about you I wouldn’t be comfortable enough to make those kinds of jokes with you. It’s not funny if it’s hurting you though..”

Techno bit his lip, this wasn’t as hard as he had anticipated but it was coming out like word vomit.

“You’re young Tommy but you’re so talented. We love you”

There was some more rustling, it sounded like Tommy was wiping his eyes. Maybe the boy had expected a yelling match, only for it to turn out to be very emotional.

“I love you guys too.. If you ever exclude me ever again though I’m getting my vlog knife out”

#hurt/ comfort #sbi #sleepy boys inc #wilbur soot #tommy innit #tommyinnit #technoblade #philza #fanfic

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anonymousflubber · 4 years

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How Not to Keep an Eye on a Lion Cub

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-Leona was off sleeping in one of his usual spots while Ruggie was left with a tiny visitor that he was in charge of keeping an eye on. -

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"So. You're a prince huh?"

Ruggie questioned as a tiny red-orange haired lion cub was doodling on some of his History homework. It looked like he was drawing a giraffe but Ruggie couldn't remember the last time he saw a pink giraffe in the savanna.

Cheka smiled and nodded as a response to the Hyenas question.

"Yep! Papa says I'm gonna be the king one day and rule over Alllllllll of the kingdom!!"

When saying this the cub made sure to sit up and stretch his arms as far as he could to somehow show a physical representation of his future kingdom's size.

Ruggie chuckled. He's surprised that the kid wasn't as annoying as Leona made him out to be. Of course he talks a lot but somehow Ruggie feels compelled to listen. Maybe it's his instincts to listen to royalty. Even if that was it Cheka was surprisingly good at speaking and telling stories though most of them were about Leona...man does this kid not hang out with anyone else?.

" I'm guessing you've been taking some sort of classes to be prepared for this right?"

" Mhm. They aren't fun so i like to hide in the garden and play with the fishes in the pond till the guards , papa , or Mr. Zazul finds me."

Ruggies ear twitched at the unfamiliar name.

"Mr. Zazul?"

"He's like papa's helper. I don't really know what he does but i know he loves doing it. It's really fun when we play tag!" Cheka stands so he can demonstrate what playing tag is like moving side to side and tagging the older Hyena. "Whenever I tag him he sounds like he squacks its hilarious! I get in trouble if i get caught though, Mr. Zazul doesn't really enjoy playing…..i really wish i had someone to play with when Uncle Leona isn't around."

The cub plopped back down on the floor, his face growing sad.

This is bad usually when kids get sad they cry right? Ruggie doesn't know if royal kids are different then the kids in the slums. The most he knows is that Leona rarely shows any emotions other than being angry or annoyed and Cheka is the Complete opposite!

The hyena thinks for a bit then remembers what always cheered up the kids he took care of in the neighborhood. He stood and picked the tiny lion up.

"No need to be sad bud you got me right now!" Ruggie lifts and turns Cheka in different ways when in the air as if he was an airplane causing the lion cub to burst into laughter, his tail swishing around in excitement.

"So what do you wanna play? Tag? Chess? Hide and go find the sleeping leona? Pin the tail on the big bad wolf?" The last game suggestion caught Jack's attention who was working on homework nearby but he quickly ignored what was said and got back to his work.

Cheka stopped laughing and began to think about what game he'd like to play. After a few seconds his smile grew when he decided on what he wanted to do.

"Hide and go seek!"

Ruggies ear twitched and he sighed.

"You sure you don't want to play Hide and go find the sleeping leona?

"Im sure"

"You 1000% sure"

The cub crossed his arms and gave Ruggie an angry look which kinda resembled that of leona….scary how these 2 are related…

"Fine i give in we will play hide and go seek"

Chekas normal smile reappeared and he squirmed out of Ruggies grasp plopping onto the floor.

"I hide you seek!!" The cub stared at Ruggie waiting for him to cover his eyes.

Ruggie didn't see any problem with this choice...and he also didn't know if the prince could count to 10..so he covered his eyes and began the countdown.

What he didnt think of was how sneaky the cub was after his eyes were covered. Cheka snuck out of the dorm as quick as he could and went on an adventure to do who knows what.

"3...2…

..1.. ! Ready or not here I come!!!"

The hyen uncovered his eyes feeling confident in his finding skills as he strolled around the savannaclaw common room looking under pillows or behind couches.

The cub seemed to be a pretty good hider…"I wonder if Leona taught him some tips" Ruggie began to think.

A minute went by...then 2...then 7..Ruggie still hasn't found the little lion even after searching the whole dorm..3 times!

Oh no.

He lost the prince!!

Ruggie sat on a couch trying to think of where he could have possibly gone. What if he never finds him? Will he get arrested?? Is this treason????? No. No that doesn't make sense. All he needs to do is stay calm and ask around.

So he does just that!

Ruggie goes to the cafeteria first knowing that by now the cub could be hungry….what if he starved to death how long can a prince go with no food?? Leona eats a hefty amount but Cheka is so small what if he's shriveled up into a raisin due to dehydration.

This was supposed to be a simple , easy game that requires little effort in taking care of a child. Not a game of where could this very important prince be and is he hurt cause leona will kill me if the child gets as much as a splinter.

~ 1 hour later ~

"Where could he be…"

Ruggie ran through almost every part of the school he could get into and found 0 traces of the future king. He was starting to give up and decided to head back to the dorm and ask for extra help even if it meant using some of his lunch money to persuade some students.

As he entered the dorm he saw something he didn't expect. Something that made his smile take up his whole face.

Cheka! He was there asleep on a couch no angry leona nearby he was safe!!!

The hyena jogged to the tiny cub and looked over him making sure he wasn't hurt or dead. Thankfully there was no scar in sight.

Now Ruggie could relax, maybe take a small nap until Leona finds his way back. He decides to do just that closing his eyes and laying back his usual smirk on his face and his ears twitching every now and then. Once he got nice and comfy. Arms propped behind his head he opened his eyes to look up at the ceiling and think about how great he did.

One problem..

When he opened his eyes he didn't see the usual plain tan ceiling. What stood before him was the 2nd prince himself...Leona Kingscholar with his usual angry scowl.

"H-Hey Leona-san"

"Hyena."

#twst savanaclaw #twst ruggie #twst headcanons #twst writing #twst #disney twst #twst cheka #cheka kingscholar #twisted wonderland cheka #cheka #ruggie bucchi #twisted wonderland ruggie #leona kingscholar #twisted wonderland

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megan1412 · 3 years

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Its Time

Cynthia goes into labor and John and Paul become parents to their third child.

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The drive is tense and quiet. They had just gotten the call that Cynthia was in labor, and was at the hospital. Paul begins to tap the steering wheel, a habit John hates.

"Paulie, do you have to do that?" John asks with an annoyed tone.

"Leave me alone!" Paul snaps back at a startled John.

"I know your anxious love, but you know I HATE it when you tap. Its bloody awful!" John whines.

Paul speeds up slightly, continuing to tap. John just sits back and groans. Then he begins to mess with a button on his jacket. The button was his favorite to mess with, and it was nearly torn off. The flicking makes Paul nearly go feral.

"Alright, we're both anxious! I just want to see our baby now. Its been nine months and Im ready!"

"Yeah... I wonder what the gender will be."

They decided to wait and see what their baby's gender was. Cynthia knew, but she promised not to tell. The rest of the ride was aggravating, the tension growing as they continued to annoy each other.

"Stop. Fucking. TAPPING!" John yells at a now infuriated Paul.

Paul suddenly stops the car and pulls over to the side of the road. John braces for the worst.

"Do you want me to turn this car around and let us miss the birth of our child Lennon?" Paul says bitterly, his face reddening.

John simply shakes his head, and takes a huge breath of relief. Paul bangs his head on the steering wheel and they continue. They had never been this anxious before. The first two kids were excitement. The day they both were adopted as babies were the best days of their lives. They look at each other and sigh, and continue on to London.

They walk into the hospital, and they ask the receptionist where Cynthia's room is. They say on the second floor in Room 207. They run upstairs and down the hall till they see the room with the sign outside saying Lennon. John goes in first, followed by Paul. Cynthia was laying in the bed, already changed into her gown. She was breathing heavily and was chewing on some ice.

"Hey Cyn. How are you love?" John said tenderly, laying a small peck onto her forehead.

"Not well. Im not dilated enough so this may take a while." She said, frustrated.

They sit down with her and help her through the contractions. They get worse one after the other. The pain looks excruciating to the two men, who just look in awe and sympathy.

"How bad does it hurt Cyn?" Paul asks cautiously.

She just shoots him an ugly look.

"The birth will be worse." Cynthia says on the verge of tears.

The couple look at each other with concerned looks and sit back down when the nurse comes in to check on her dilation. The exam looks uncomfortable. John tries to look away but can't help looking at Cynthia's uncomfortable expression. He wonders why women have to go through so much pain to have a child. He starts to think that women are the strongest beings on earth. Two hours go by and she is still not dilated enough for a natural birth. George and Ringo stopped by to say hello but had to leave as it was 3 in the morning and they were exhausted. Around 5 in the morning, Paul and John were asleep on the couch while Cynthia napped on and off. She suddenly squealed and the couple were awoken with fear in their eyes. The nurse ran in and decided to check if she was ready. As they waited to see, Cynthia was in pain and was lightly crying. She kept mumbling about how she couldn't move much.

"Mrs Lennon, I think we are ready to bring you to the delivery room!" The nurse said excitedly.

The nurse gestured to John to come along as they prepped her bed for transport. He gave Paul an excited peck on the cheek and ran down the hall after them. Paul made his way to the waiting room, where Brian, Mimi, and the kids were sitting. The kids were asleep in Brian and Mimi laps. They had begged Mimi to bring them to the hospital to see their new sibling, but they fell asleep quickly. An hour went by, and the anxiety was growing in Paul's stomach. He heard groaning down the hall, and screaming as well. It sounded like Cynthia.

"JOHN!!! ITS COMING!"

Paul sprang up and, on impulse, ran down the hall. He followed the crying and burst into the delivery room. John sprung around as the nurses tried to usher him out. But John refused.

"Let him stay. If you don't, Ill sue the bloody hospital!" John growled.

They reluctantly moved out of the way and Paul ran to John's side. Cynthia began to cry louder as they told her to push.

"Ok Cynthia. You're gonna have to push harder!"

"I CAN'T I CAN'T!" Cynthia moaned.

"Yes you can Cynthia we believe in you, the baby's almost here!"

The next few agonizing minutes were horrible to watch. She pushed and pushed, getting more exhausted by the minute. John tried to excuse himself, but Paul held his hand and squeezed it, comforting him. Eventually, they saw something.

"I see a head!" The nurse said excitedly.

John and Paul ran to see. They saw the baby begin to appear. John got so excited he nearly broke Paul's hand from squeezing so hard. Cynthia began to push even harder, letting out one final scream.

"She's here! Baby Girl Lennon is here!"

Paul and John freeze in their tracks. Its a girl? John becomes very quiet as he looks at the crying baby. Paul becomes concerned and tries to rub his shoulder, but John just simply walks over to the now relaxed Cynthia, with the baby on her chest. She smiles and kisses the baby's forehead. She then hands the baby over to the nurse. The nurse then weighs her and cleans her up. She is then wrapped in a bright pink blanket with a white beanie on her head. Some red hairs are visible peeking onto her forehead. John takes the baby in his arms, playing with her little fingers and toes and smiling gently. He then whispers softly to the baby with tears in his eyes.

"Hello Elizabeth Stella."

Paul stumbles over to his husband, standing in front of him as they look at their precious new child. Cynthia meanwhile gives the baby's new information.

"Role of the mother?"

"I am a surrogate." Cynthia says blankly.

"And the name for the baby will be Lennon-McCartney."

They can feel the judgement behind them but they don't care. They look into the baby's eyes and smile.

"We are gonna love you better than anybody in the world can ever do." Paul says softly.

"Mr Lennon? Is this your life partner?" the nurse politely asked.

"Husband. Thats the proper term. And the baby's other father." John said confidently.

"Paul McCartney." Paul said quietly.

The baby was rushed to the nursery as Cynthia was cleaned up and getting prepared to move to the Recovery ward. Throughout the morning, friends and family came by to see the baby. Cynthia let John and Paul hold the baby mostly, not wanting to get too attached. Julian and Sean came later in the day and met their new sister for the first time.

"Hey sweetheart." Paul said as he picked up a very excited Julian.

"Where is she?" Julian asked.

"Down here. Hold my hand." Paul grabbed Julian's hand as Sean held onto Paul's jacket.

The room was quiet when they entered. Cynthia was asleep. John was in the rocking chair with Elizabeth. He was holding her little hand and humming to her softly. Julian wanted to yell for his Daddy, but Paul shushed him.

"Hey guys. Wanna come meet yer new sister?" John said quietly.

Sean and Julian ran over to John and stood right beside him. He showed Elizabeth to them gently and they just played with her fingers and giggled. John was ecstatic. Never had Paul seen his husband so happy. He loved kids, especially girls. John simply just smiled at Paul and they exchanged a passionate stare. Their little family was complete.

#the beatles #john lennon #paulmccartney #1960's music #1960s aesthetic #mclennon #mclennon fanfiction #i hope yall like it

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chimswae · 3 years

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BTS Caretaker CH23

Summary: She may think she has Bangtan Sonyeondan wrapped around her fingers. She may think it is easy to love the members equally without hurting any soul. She may think the boys wont fall head over heels for her. She assumes it is okay to show a little love and affection towards the boys, what if she gets it all wrong? What if it only brings more complication to her already complicated life? Can she survive their charms? Will she be able to resist them? What if they just wont let her go?

- Pairing: BTS x Oc ( Yoongi x OC, Jungkook x OC)

- Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Romance, Idol!au

- Word Count: 4, 330

- Author Note: So im late, i will do double update! so please check on next chapter too~ :) thank u for whoever that read my cliche story HAHAHA i have no words to describe how im embarassed i am AHAHHAA anyways ~

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Chapter 23

Promotional month embarked the start of everything. Hectic schedule, unreasonable amount of sleep time in a day, the most would be 2 hours and not to mention the studios and practice rooms would be their second home for the time being. The boys had been practicing non-stop these past few days until their official comeback early in February. This time their popularity soared higher than their previous comeback. It felt like a dream, but the boys did it. Their album sales make it digital or physical had risen drastically in comparison to previous sales.

The impact of Bangtan Sonyeondan to the industry was no joke. More people showed their support and their fanbase grew two times bigger than before in the blink of an eyes. Phenomenal indeed. Overwhelmed by the support, the boys promised to work harder this year to repay Armys’ love. Entering the last week of their You Never Walk Alone promotion, the boys were ready to start their Wings Tour around the globe. Unlike before they went to few continents depending on the demand of the respected country however this time their schedule was utilized for the first half of 2017.

Seul massaged her aching muscle and sunk on the couch with sulky face. The dorm was quiet and cold since none of the boys were home at this time. They would only be home around dawn to get short nap before heading to their next schedule early in the morning. Following the change of their schedule, Seul would take an evening shift and went to their place right after her shift. So, she could prepare advanced breakfast for them. It became her routine to come around 2 in the morning and stayed for two hours or more, making sure the boys got a proper breakfast despite their busy schedule.

Mrs Hwang on the other hand was well informed pertaining to Seul’s unusual activity and she would make Hoon, more like force his son to pick her sister up every day from work. World is a scary place, she did not want to risk Seul’s life though that girl was the one who insisted to change her caretaking schedule out of sudden.

Glancing on her phone screen, she decided to call it a day since it was already 3 A.M and surprisingly she managed to pull her work within an hour. Seul had informed Hoon in advance so the younger guy would not pick her up considering he had exam the next day. She did not want to be blame for his bad performance later on.

“Should I watch Tae’s drama to kill time?” grinning to herself, Seul made up her mind to catch the latest episode. As she expected, the boys had recorded every episode up till the latest one.

What a supportive boyfriend!

It took Seul a moment to remember the last episode she watched, then it came to her realization she was following the drama diligently every week. Seul never missed any episode since she watched this with her mother. Of course, her mother would watch it, we were talking about her so-called adoptive son on screen.

Satisfied with her choice, Seul sat with her leg cross on the couch gleefully. She was excited to see different side of Taehyung on screen. A side which could only be seen on screen. Indeed, BTS V nailed it so perfectly. There were times Taehyung would give her a call as soon as his drama aired that particular day just to hear her opinion. She couldn’t understand why her opinion matter in this anyways.

“Seul-seul! Did you watch?” Taehyung’s voice croaked in happiness. Apart from his members comment, Taehyung anticipated Seul’s point of view every week caused him to automatically give the girl a call after a new episode aired.

Seul laughed softly at Taehyung’s weird antic “I watched it Tae” he hummed. “So how was it this week?” he chewed his lower lips knowing how bluntly honest she could be. Taehyung valued her honesty even though sometimes Seul would never leave her sassiness behind, he didn’t care. He basically grew up with Min Suga’s sarcasm so to hear something similar from Seul, he was already immune to it.

“Hurm.. do you want to hear the good one or the bad one first?” she poked fun making Taehyung pouted in his seat.

“I want to hear good one first” Seul could imagine Taehyung’s pouty lips as a protest whenever he was forced to make a complicated choice.

Pressing her lips together to suppress her laughter, Seul regained her composure to have a decent conversation with him “You are certainly better if we were to compare with the episode which you first appeared. You look natural and comfortable with your character now. As I mentioned before, I like how you portray your emotions through your deep eyes. It is not a joke. How did you do that?” she professed earnestly.

Her compliments flustered him “Urm…Thank you..You are flattering me”

“I am not..You really did well Tae. Don’t tell me you are blushing” she teased.

“YAH I AM NOT! Alright, I am ready to hear the bad one” Taehyung murmured under his breath with hope it was not as nasty as her first comment back then. “Listen carefully Kim Taehyung, I am about to say something that might hurt your heart” the tone of her voice was stern and cold.

“Ji Seul you are scaring me! Stop sounding so serious”

“I am trying to, okay give me a moment” he heard her heavy breathing at the end of the line as if she was in the middle of night work out. What was on her mind?

“Tae-ah..I think you are too adorable for me to handle. Shouldn’t Hansung be manlier?”

Taehyung gasped “Is that an insult?” her small giggle tickled his heart. “Or is it your way complimenting me?” he pressed. There were times he craved for this kind of attention from Seul, made him feel normal guy around his age. To have a simple conversation with a friend gave him tranquillity.

“Will you take that as an insult since you really hated cutesy stuff nowadays?”

“Armys think I am cute. I will live with that if it comes from Armys and you. Yah, I am serious. Tell me right now what is my flaw?” he insisted.

Seul shook her head “Couldn’t find it. You are a rookie, but you are doing great. My mom thinks your acting is real and she really into it. Don’t ask me who is her favourite character, because she is choosing you over Minho. Aren’t that too much that she’s giving extra attention on you?” Taehyung beamed.

“Why? Are you jealous that Ahjumma favours me more than you?”

“I am used to it, Bangtan boys this, Bangtan boys that. You can take my mom’s love, I have Eodeng and Eomuk to love me” he cringed at the response. “Ew, that simply means you have Jin hyung’s love. Those two brats are the mini Kim Seokjin” she rolled her eyes in process.

She retorted sarcastically “Who are you calling brat? You are the brat!”

She found herself smiling at the memories, being with Taehyung made her comfortable. Something that she could feel whenever she’s with Jin and Hoseok. Returning her attention back to the screen, Seul watched the drama and clasped her hand excitedly. A silly smile would appear on her face every time Taehyung appeared on screen along with small awe in between.

Few months ago, she ridiculed the power of Bangtan Sonyeondan on her now as time passed it slowly turned her into a fan. Guess, she was being supportive of her friends.

Yes, supportive sounds fitting.

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“Sejin hyung quick quick my bladder is about to explode” Jimin whiney voice filled the emptiness of the hallway. Other members stood sleepily behind him. Meanwhile, Jimin was getting impatient to finish his business inside. “Gosh, why are you so whiney” he pressed the button hurriedly, entering the password.

As soon as Jimin heard the beep, he squished his small body between the door and Sejin and ran inside ignoring the older guy that were already pressed against the wall.“That kid!” Sejin hissed while shaking his head. He gave a soft pat on Jungkook back, making the maknae moved inside with a big yawn “Get some sleep everyone, you need to be ready in 4 hours” he ordered.

Jungkook screeched softly feeling his muscle stiffened at the sight before him “Seul?” he stared in disbelief. Sleeping peacefully on the couch was Seul with Hwarang still running in the background. A soft smile spread across his face since the last time he saw her was two weeks ago. He almost lost his balance when he felt someone crashed against his body from back, Kim Taehyung groaned in frustration.

“Yah, Gukkie why are you blocking the way” his bangs were poking his eyes making it hard for him to see the obstacle in front of him. Furthermore, in this sleepy state everything appeared irrelevant to him except for his comfortable bed. Confused, Taehyung’s eyes followed Jungkook and upon it landed on Seul’s figure, his eyes widened in sheer surprise.

“Seul? Seul is here?” he spoke lowly fully aware that their manager was still there.

“What should we do? Sejin hyung is here!” Jungkook started to panic. The hyungs made their entrance with questionable look but soon they gawked at the scene in front of them. It would be a huge trouble if their manager found out about Seul. The chances of her being fired was high.

It is 5 A.M why is she not home? Yoongi cursed, taking a glance at Sejin whom thankfully still at the doorstep gathering bags in process. Everyone was trying to come up with ways to hide Seul or to face Sejin’s wrath in a minute. Without wasting any time, Taehyung marched forward taking Seul in his arm casually surprising everybody in the room.

“What are you doing?” Yoongi inquired with concern look.

“We need to hide her”

“Yes, but where?”

“Lets just bring her to my room” Taehyung suggested earning a low protest from Yoongi and Jin. Nonetheless, they followed him afterwards.

Seul stirred in her sleep a little and snuggled her face at the crook of his neck, liking the familiar smell and warmth. Even in her sleep, she knew how to play with his heart. Taehyung tried to control himself from smiling foolishly as his main concern right now was to hide Seul from Sejin.

“I will distract Sejin hyung” Jungkook blurted out and quickly dashed to the main door followed by Hoseok behind. Namjoon and Jin assisted Taehyung to his room, opening the door for him so he could move Seul to safer place.

“Hyung I forgot my headphones!” “Me too I forgot my-my game console!” Hoseok and Jungkook hollered in unison causing the older guy to eye them suspiciously.

He wiggled his finger to his headphone which hang loosely around his neck “That is your headphone Hobi and as for you Jungkook, I didn’t see you play any games today let alone having your game console with you” closing the door behind him, he placed the bags on the floor.

Hoseok gulped nervously exchanging nervous look with Jungkook “Urm…Sorry I seem to forget, but really I forgot something in the van!” he tried his luck one more time to convince Sejin. They knew it was not easy to lie on his face since he could read them so easily. Their manager knew when the boys were hiding something, like right now.

“I smell fear and lies. What are you hiding from me?” he quirked his brows prying answers out from the two boys before him.

“Nothing, nothing” Jungkook palmed his hand against the wall awkwardly with a sheepish smile. He heard the commotion behind him meaning the hyungs were doing something about Seul, though he had no idea how much time they needed for him to stall their manager.

“If it is nothing, why are you blocking my way? Is there something that I shouldn’t see?”

Hoseok held both his palm out while cracking a nervous chuckle in between “Jimin.. I mean Jimin peed in his pant and it is disgusting. We have to clean the floor first. It is dirty, you can’t walk” Hoseok facepalmed at his idiotic ideas. It sounded ridiculous.

“YAH WHO PEED IN PANTS?” clueless Jimin exited the bathroom as his eyes threw daggers at Hoseok way. Hoseok grinded his teeth together chasing Jimin away from the scene but of course he would not budge even an inch. Park Jimin was persistent to begin with. He never let anyone taint his name.

Jungkook rubbed the back of his head in frustration ‘Jimin-ssi, can you be a little cooperative. Why out of all time’ the manager did not buy the boys lies so he forced himself inside. Being tall giving him advantage to dominate the boys. His eyes scanned the empty living room with suspicion whilst Jimin, Jungkook and Hoseok were having their secret banter behind.

��The caretaker came to clean the place?” he noticed the cleanliness of the place as he made his way to the kitchen. “I guess…” Hoseok murmured silently.

“Jimin-ssi, Seul is here we are trying to stall him! You are ruining the plan” Jungkook whispered under his breath making the shorter guy gasped realizing his own mistake. When he dashed inside, he didn’t catch a glimpse of anyone in the dorm. If and only he realized it sooner this thing could be prevented. The three musketeers kept their eyes on the manager hyung whom busy inspecting every corner of their place.

Namjoon, Jin and Yoongi exited Taehyung’s room as their eyes spotted the three boys stood in line with their hands neatly together, they shot them a bewildered look “Yah are you crazy! Don’t act suspicious, hyung might find out!” Namjoon scowled lowly afraid that the older guy overheard him.

“Get into your room now and act naturally” Jin mouthed them. The three musketeers scurried off almost bumping into each other before each of them got into their room without trouble. The sound of heavy footstep alarmed the remaining members, and they decided to avoid their manager at all cost.

On the other hand, Taehyung had already changed into his pyjamas in order to appear more convincing in case their manager decided to appear magically in his room. From time to time he threw a nervous glance at the door feared to witness an unwelcoming sight. Judging from the message in their group chat, Sejin was inspecting every nook and cranny of the dorm started from Jungkook. Taehyung’s room is a room away from him that scared the shit out of him.

He stared at Seul while trying to find perfect way to hide her from their manager. “Screw this” caressing his fluffy hair out of frustration, he turned off the main light and slipped under the cover beside Seul. Taehyung bit his lower lips, apologizing non-stop since he was about to initiate something inappropriate. The girl was unconscious, and he was literally touching her without her consent.

She will understand, she will. Taehyung prayed in his head that Seul would not wake up until this nerve wrecking scene ended.

“Fuck” his eyes rounded upon seeing the shadow behind the creak of his door. Using his long hand to reach the lamp on his night stand, he switched off swiftly. Taehyung pulled the cover under his chin, wrapping one of his arm securely around Seul’s waist. His heart pounded due to the proximity and it doubled when he heard Sejin’s footstep approaching his room.

His body froze when he felt Seul making a slight move in his embrace. On the bright side, she’s not awake however her face was buried deeply in his chest. The heavy lump on his throat caused his breath to hitch.

Ji Seul, what are you.

“Taehyung-ah, are you asleep” Taehyung snapped out his thought, and brought Seul’s body closer to him. He shut his eyes tight pretended to sleep with hope they wouldn’t get caught by their manager today. Not today, they couldn’t risk losing Seul.

Sejin twisted the door knob, poking his head inside. He squeezed his eyes to adjust to the darkness “Guess, he is asleep. That was fast” he mumbled. Taehyung’s mind overloaded with negative thoughts and his heart thumped crazily that he swore the eerie silence in his room adding the tension. The sound of the footsteps sounded so close yet unclear. He was sure it was just few steps closer from his bed. Like a reflex, Taehyung tightened his arm around Seul’s keeping her close.

Exasperating a soft sigh, he was relieved when the sound of the footsteps faded away. The soft slam came from the door convinced Taehyung that his manager had left the room, yet he did not want risk getting caught, so he stayed like a statue for few minutes. Taehyung grinned upon hearing Sejin’s faint voice behind the door “Park Jimin, I told you to sleep. Why are you still standing there?” Sejin frowned.

Jimin cleared his throat awkwardly “Is..Tae asleep?”

“Yes, his room is dark, and I bet he is asleep”

“D-d-dark what?” Jimin continued to curse something vulgar in his head. After finding out Seul was in Taehyung’s room he couldn’t help but to worry. It triggered his protective instinct and jealousy. He couldn’t let his guard down just because Taehyung is his best friend even though Tae was never vocal about his feelings for Seul, his man’s instinct could not be wrong. Something bloomed whenever they were together.

The older guy snapped him out from his deep thought “What is wrong with you? Go sleep and stop worrying about Tae. Clock is ticking Jiminie, you don’t want to miss even an hour worth of sleep” he exclaimed.

“Fine, I am sleeping” his lower lips puckered out of habit.

“I will be here around 10, make sure everyone is ready by then” Jimin nodded obediently and threw a final glance at Taehyung’s door. Everything will be fine, Jimin convinced his racing heart.

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Groggily, Seul forced her heavy lids to open and that when she realized the unusual warmth behind her. Seul squinted her eyes one last time in order for her foggy brain to function properly. A small light from the curtain illuminated the dark room but was not enough for Seul to get a clear view of it. On top of all, she was beyond relief that her outfits were still intact, remain untouchable. Meaning no funny business happened. At least, she was not kidnapped by some sasaeng fans, she hoped.

‘I swear I was in the living room watching Hwarang’ she grew frustrated of her failure in retrieving her memory. Seul couldn’t recall whether the boys were back home or not. Shrugging her unimportant thought away, Seul fisted the sheets under her gathering her courage to face the individual behind her.

Seul, move slowly don’t wake up the tiger.

Shifting under the sheet, she changed her position slightly to face Taehyung. In 3,2,1 she was ready to see whoever beside her but to her surprise, someone was cradling her head halting her earlier intention to catch the culprit.

“Seul, you awake?” his voice trailed off. She recognized that voice.

Seul touched his hand “Jungkook?” she whispered in daze.

His low yet squeaky chuckle made her smile “Yes, it is me. Come on let’s get up quietly. We don’t want to wake Tae hyung” Jungkook stroked his hand down to her waist, slowly sweeping her off from the bed.

Setting Seul down on the ground, she inquired “Tae? I am in his room. How?” Jungkook let out another adorable giggle, embracing her tight. “You fell asleep while watching hyung’s drama. Let’s talk outside” while keeping Seul in his embrace, they exited Taehyung’s room at ease.

She pulled away making an abrupt stop facing the giggly maknae, why was he in good mood today. “Tell me why I am in Tae’s room? I thought I was kidnapped!” she pursed her lips in annoyance.

“Sejin hyung was here, so we had no choice but to hide you”

“Hiding me in Taehyung’s room? How clever” she wheezed.

“Then you wish to be in my room instead?” Jungkook look amused as playful smirk spread on his handsome face.

She squirmed under his intense gaze “I didn’t mean it that way, you could wake me up. I can hide in the closet and leave afterwards” he sent a disapproval glare at her way.

“No way we are making you walk alone at that time, now stop complaining” he took few steps forward, pulling the sulky girl into another tight hug. Jungkook nuzzled the top of her head, exhaling a low sigh “I miss you” he murmured.

Her heart did the weird dance again, “You woke up early today, I thought you were not an early riser” she wrapped her arms around him, returning the hug with equal passion. “You think I can sleep knowing you’re sleeping on the same bed as Tae hyung?” he said sulkily.

Seul giggled “Are you jealous? Then, I blame it on you for letting Tae got into the way” her tease making the visible frown on his forehead two times thicker. She looked up “Aigoo, you may develop wrinkles at this age” her hand smoothed his eyebrows, giving it a soft caress along the shape.

Closing his eyes with a soft hum, Jungkook let himself drown under Seul’s magic touch “You are losing your baby fat again. I don’t like that” she gave his cheek a soft stroke with a slight frown.

“Don’t worry I will earn that back after our promotion ended. Besides, I had a good breakfast every day thanks to you. Did you come late at night for your work just to prepare those meal for us?” he pecked her fingers, interlacing it with his.

“You guys are barely home so I thought it is wise to change my caretaking schedule a little. On the bright side, I can prepare breakfast for you guys. I bet Jin had no time to prepare proper food for all of you, I don’t want to wear him out” her eyes glimmered in concern. The mere thought of filling seven empty stomach washed away the worries in her.

Jungkook protested “But that’s mean you will be walking home alone, and it is not safe”

“About that, my mom made Hoon picked me up from work every day. Don’t worry, I will be fine. Worry about yourself, you need to eat healthily. Stop skipping meals” she cringed. “I saw your Vlive, all of you look dead tired. And, I am sorry I couldn’t make it to your Wings tour last week. I had to fill in for Sera” she sighed.

His hand skimmed, featherlight, over her shoulders “It is okay, it is just the opening tour this year, I will make sure you attend the next one. Hobi hyung and Jin hyung were not happy that you couldn’t make it to our concert. However since you bribed them with food the day after, they lowkey claimed that it was okay for you not to attend as long as you prepared yummy food to make it up to them” she chuckled at their silliness.

“As expected, how easy it was to persuade those two. Don’t remind me the long ass text that they sent to me showing off their protest and resentment” Seul’s face scrunched a little at the vivid memories. Jungkook laughed along and the couple continued their conversation in the kitchen. Seul reheat the food for the boys to savour when they woke up with Jungkook’s help.

“I think I need to go before your manager come. Oh, say hi to everyone” she hung her apron carefully and gathered her belongings. Meanwhile, Jungkook continued to sulk behind, “Can’t you stay for breakfast? It is still early, hyung will be here around 10” his voice was a little more than a whisper but in cutesy way.

She flashed him a soft smile “I can’t Jungkook maybe next time. I have an errand to run” he watched her back as she made her way to the entrance. “I want to meet you again before we fly off to America next month” Jungkook leaned against the wall with one hand inside his pocket.

She saw the disappointment in his eyes, so she walked up to him. Dazed Jungkook set his eyes on Seul as the girl tiptoed a little giving a soft peck on his lips “There. I will see you around, don’t miss me too much” a sweet rush of embarrassment coursed through Jungkook.

“O..kay..” his eyes sparkled causing Seul to chuckle. Jungkook might be a little blunt in showing his affection towards her, but whenever she initiated the skinship first, the guy would turn into a total baby.

Seul was about to push the door getting ready to leave but only to be greeted by Sejin’s confused face. She felt an extreme fear in her system, was she caught for real now? Fuck, she muttered.

“Who are you?” he pushed the door wider to see Jungkook stood frozen behind Seul with an extremely disturbed face.

“Hyung…You are urm.. early?” his voice broke into a small shriek.

Quirking his eyebrows, the older guy stepped inside closing the door behind him carefully “You have a long explanation to do Jeon Jungkook. To the lounge now. I want everyone in the room. 5 minutes” his voice was rough and Seul felt like pissing in her jeans.

Seul swallowed a heavy lump on her throat “When I said everyone, that includes you Miss” he pushed the glass back on the bridge of his nose, leaving astounded Jungkook and Seul behind. Jungkook made eye contact with Seul and they exchanged looks of panic and questions.

#btscaretaker #bts fic #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #taehyung x oc #yoongi x oc #bts x oc #jungkook x oc #bts fluff #yoongi romance #bts romance #jungkook fanfic #bts idolau #bts series #suga x oc #jimin x oc #hoseok x oc #jungkook fluff

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f-f-friend · 4 years

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distance/6:53AM (3zun)

Thirteen minutes before Jin Guangyao’s alarm is set to go off, his phone buzzes and lights up. Grumbling, he throws an arm over his own eyes to block out the blinding light. A few minutes later, the phone buzzes once more – It’s meant to remind him to check the message, but instead it is reminding him that he is, unfortunately, awake. Sighing, he forces himself into a sitting position, and reaches for his phone to see who the evil culprit is that forced him to wake up early.

FROM: love

2020/03/06 5:02AM

im so sleepy…

Oh, it’s Xichen? His annoyance evaporates – who can get angry at Lan Xichen? In all honesty, a casual text from his boyfriend is a much kinder wake-up call than the cruel screams of his unforgiving alarm. He throws his legs off the bed and starts typing a reply.

TO: love

2020/03/06 5:07AM

Take a nap during lunchtime!

Also, good morning ♡

Immediately, he receives a response.

FROM: love

2020/03/06 5:07AM

noo im meeting mingjue for lunch so i cant :(

good morning a-yao, hope you slept well!!

TO: love

2020/03/06 5:08AM

Then maybe grab a coffee? Or drink some cold water?

Oh, right, lunch. I remember.

See you then! ♡

FROM: love

2020/03/06 5:08AM

Okay <3 <3

The little hearts on the screen make Jin Guangyao smile. Already, his day is promising to be a good one. He wants to reply to Xichen, but puts the phone away for now and gets ready for work.

Jin Guangyao is a very organised person. For example, his morning is scheduled like this:

5:15AM - 5:21AM: Wake up, wash, brush teeth

5:21AM - 5:37AM: Shower, change

5:37AM - 5:53AM: Prepare and eat breakfast

5:53AM - 6:53AM: Text or call his boyfriends while they have lunch

6:53AM - 7:00AM: Miscellaneous (e.g. put on shoes, turn off the lights, etc.)

When he’s completed items 1-3 of the agenda, he curls up on the couch in the living room of his hotel suite and gets ready to greet his boyfriends.

FROM: giant

2020/03/06 5:54AM

We’re ready for you, little man.

Nie Mingjue’s incoming message makes him laugh. His fingers fly across the screen in familiar movements (he does this every morning) and he presses the ‘call’ button next to Mingjue’s contact name.

When the call connects, Jin Guangyao is greeted by a close-up of Xichen’s nose, so close to the camera that everything is blurry. He jumps back with a yelp of surprise.

“Xichen! Why are you so close to the screen?” He hears Mingjue’s voice, laughing as he chided their dumb boyfriend. “You scared A-Yao.”

Xichen says “sorry, sorry, just checking the connection” and draws back. Finally, Jin Guangyao can take in the sight of his two boyfriends.

Nie Mingjue and Lan Xichen are sitting side by side in the restaurant booth, waving at him as a greeting. They look good, but then again they always look good. He’s biased. He smiles, thinking how strange they must look to the others in the restaurant – two big tall men stuffed into one side of the booth, when there’s no one sitting on the other side, just a phone propped against a cup (they both refuse to get a pop socket for some reason).

Lan Xichen is in a blazer over a blue shirt, his tie perfectly tied, not a hair out of place. His eyes are almost closed as he smiles brightly at Jin Guangyao. Holding a high position in his company, he always looks smart and dependable – only his two boyfriends get to know that he actually doesn’t have two brain cells to rub together.

Nie Mingjue is in a black turtleneck topped by a yellow suede jacket (Jin Guangyao remembers buying that for him), and is smiling at him when their eyes meet. His shoulders are a little slumped, possibly he didn’t sleep well last night, but he seems energetic enough when he waves at him.

“Did you sleep well? How’s your day been?” He asks both of them. Happily, he listens to Xichen recount the boring meeting he’d just escaped, the one which had caused him to become sleepy, then adorably brag about which of his ideas had gotten praised. At some points in the excited chatter, he meets eyes with Mingjue and they smile at each other in solidarity – they are the only two members of the “completely besotted with Lan Xichen that nothing else makes sense” club, after all.

He listens to Nie Mingjue talk about his morning – which model was being so annoying at 7am, which assistant nearly spilled coffee over the photoshoot set – and Lan Xichen laugh at some part of the anecdote that only he finds funny for reasons neither of the other two can understand, then Nie Mingjue affectionately pinch Xichen’s cheeks, and he can only watch them, helplessly in love.

Jin Guangyao’s job is a good one; It pays well, and he gets to travel everywhere, and then write about them in the comfort of his own home. He enjoys the freedom and the ability to visit amazing places all over the world, but there’s just one problem: He has to be separated from his boyfriends so much. So he really treasures this hour that he can spend with them. This one hour is always both too short and just long enough to make his whole day a good one.

All too soon, it’s 6:53AM.

Jin Guangyao is the first to notice, though Nie Mingjue is the first to point it out. They’re all unwilling to end the call, but it’s Lan Xichen who is strong enough to press the ‘end call’ button in the end.

“I love you, see you later,” Jin Guangyao manages to tell them before the call disconnects.

He’s a little lonely, here in London, but he’ll manage. He’ll see them during his own lunchtime, anyway.

#jin guangyao #nie mingjue #lan xichen #3zun #venerated triad #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #mdzs fic #the untamed #meng yao #my writing #mine

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littlelittleticklishboy · 4 years

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1: Revenge on my ticklish brofriend!

(I cant wait anylonger to post this so here it is: my first EVER tickle fanfic. I hope you like it.)

Note: this story contains s few sexual scenario’s/mature content both of the boys are at the age of 21 when this story happened

Backstory:

*Matthew and Daniel are best friends for a pretty long time. The started in an soccer team when they were 7. Now Matthew is 20 and Daniel is 21. they do and share everthing together but this night Daniel has very unusual plans for his bro*

*its a very warm summer day and the boys just finished studiying at the libary. thr boys are walking home when Daniel says: ´´Yo dude how about we grab a beer in that cafe across the street at my house?´ Without even thinking Matthew said “after 4 hours of non stop reading and typing about the human body? HELL YEAH´ *they arrive at the bar,got some drinks and taked a seat at a table*

´Man why do our teachers always give us a full study year of homework a few weeks before the vacation? ´*Matthew rolled his eyes* ´Yeah i know dude, most classes are excused so they already have vacation and what do we get? a full presentation of the human body and 3 exams, and if that isn´t enough we are not allowed to use material from internet. our new mentor is the worst´ *Matthew rolled his eyes again and says: ´but enough of that boring school did i tell you the big news i recevied yesterday afternoon? *Daniel frowns for a moment* ´No i dont think so but tell me´ ´well i had an extra training at the team because of the summer cometition. and when we finished coach said he wanted to speak to me. he asked me to play in the elite class next year, we are playing in the same team again Bro!!! *Daniel jumps from his chair and schouts: ´No way!! thats so cool man. i really miss playing with you you know..´Yeah me to buddy´ they toasted for this special moment and stayed at the bar for a couple of hours.

´Hey mate?´*Matthew asked suddenly* ´Whats up?´ *Daniel asked* ´im not feeling well right know can i take a quick nap at your house? ´´Yes of course lets go´ *The boys left the Bar and entered Daniels house, his parents are on a business trip to Japan so Daniel has the whole house for himself the next 3 weeks. ´how do you feel?´ Daniel Asked ´A little tired and very slow.. its like my body is shutting down. I thin....k i.... w...i...ll.. *Matthew stopped continue speaking because out of the blue he falls in a deep sleep. Daniel helps his friend up by grabbing his arms. before he takes him to the other room he whispers in Matthew´s ear: ´see you in a bit buddy, we are going to have a lot of fun when you wake up.*

^ A few minutes later ⁶

*Matthew woke up in a room filled with complete darkness. still feeling a kind of wooshy in his head he tries to move his arms to his head, but comes to the conclusion he is tied down with his arms and legs to some kind of stairs. what the hell.. Matthews is starting to feel a bit scared. he starts yelling* HELLO? ANYBODY THERE? CAN SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT HAPPENED? * Nothing but silence. he took a deep breath and calms a bit down. “Ok think. what did i do today? i was studying for my presentation at the libary and after that i grabbed a beer in the bar with.... DANIEL!!” *he tried to see in the dark but no one is in the room exept himself. he started yelling again: “DANIEL? DANIEL ARE YOU THERE? WHAT HAPPENED? WHY AM I HERE?“ * a few seconds later he could here someone entering the room and turting on the lights. when Matthew eyes could handle the switching from Darkness to light he sees Daniel, in his hands he holds a plate of food and he has a backpack on his shoulder* ¨Hey man you finally up” Daniel said. here take a bite of this you will feel much better, he takes a cookie of the plate and Matthew takes a few bites. then he continued* “´Thank god bro i was kind of freaking out a moment ago, now will you please tell me what the hell happened just a hour or something ago? *he sees that Daniel has a big grin on his face. Matthew starts to panic a little bit but he is not showing it to Daniel. Daniel starts talking ´Yeah man you felt very sleepy and sick at the bar and when we got here you passed out on the couch. so when you were asleep i moved you to the room in the basement and i waited for you to wake up. but thinking about it afterwards it might be the sleeping pills i put in your beer at the bar. ´well i dont know what it was but.... wait a minute... you planned this? this is your work? what te hell dude!!. why would you drug your best friend so he passes out and then you tied me down to your basement stairs, You better start talking or else you will fear me for life,, ´Daniel only gives a sarcastic lough en then with a very sirious tone he moves really close to Matthew and said: you slept with Michael and did not tell me anything!!

´Matthew lost all the words he wanted to say, he could not believe what his friend is acusing him of. He knows it the truth but it was an accident. but he has so many questions so a few seconds later he asked: ´Okay first of all im not gay so why in the world would i sleep with a boy i dont even know? And second of all you are not gay either so if it was true what you are thinking? , why in the hell would it matter?” *Daniel turned around for a moment. Matthew can see he is fighting against tears, the only thing he is does not know This time is if it are tears of sadness or tears of anger. Daniel turned back to Matthew and starts talking * ´You dont know me very well after all.. Well thats to bad. Actually for your information: I was just exploring myself because i did not felt any attraction to the girls, and yes i am gay! and Michael is the love of my live and the only person that understands this feelings that i struggle with” , He stopped talking for a second. ´i was planning to tell you this at school last week but then Michael came to me. he told you you were drunk at a party where he was and that you said to him like it was normal ´Dude what if we just banged eachother right know? its a thing on my bucketlist i always wanted to try´ soo you took advantace of the fact Michael was drunk as well. he came to me in Tears Matthew. you banged my partner just i was on your ´bucketlist´? Matthew is aftraid to say a word. Then he asked very careful “what are going to do with me. “Well because you my bro i’m willing to forgive you but you got to pay somehow. Soo i say lets have some fun shall we”

“fun?” *Matthew cant handle the stress anymore what is Daniel gonna do. Daniel grabs his backpack and pulls a pair of scissors out. He cuts of Matthews t-shirt revealing his bare torso “wait one more thing.“ *Daniel grabs a blindfold out of his backpack and puts it in front of Matthew’s eyes* “Daniel this isn’t funny anymore please man dont hurt me im so sorry” “apology denied” *Daniel moves closer to Matthew and drags a finger up and down his abs. Finally is Matthew understanding what Daniel his plan is.* “No no no anything but that no no piss of Daniel” “ooh is little Mattie a bit ticklish?”

*He starts to make tiny circles on his abs Matthew is trying not to break his pokerface but his face is turning blood red and a tear is gliding down his face* “You cant hold it forever mattie” daniel grins. Oh yes i can i can hold this for..... hahahahahahahahaha” *Daniel now spiders his fingers all in Matthews armpits. he is going up and down and starts tickling one armpit with one hand and one Of his sides with is other.* “DANIELL PLEAAAASEE E STOOOOPP HAHAHAHA I CAAANT BREAAAAAAATH PLEWWAAAAXDS IM SORRY STOPP” “but mattie we are just warming up my dear”

* he gets down to his knees and starts untying Matthew’s shoes. He spiders all ten fingers at the same time over his feet and Matt cant do anything besides screaming like an dying pig. His breath is getting heavier every second but Daniel isn’t stopping yet. He quickly yanked the socks of Matthew’s feet and starts scratching his his nails on the white flesh Matthew is even to tired to laugh anymore so Daniel stops his first round of attacks. He sits down and looks at the feet of his victim Daniel is kinda impressed by the size of the feet. “Bro foreal wat is your size? “9.5” * Says Matthew with his last breath

*The poor boy is bathing in sweat. Daniel gets a glas of water and starts rubbing some of the water over Matthews body to cool him off. “Finally some time to relax” * Daniel stops at his nipples and starts twisting them both around his fingers Matthew couldn’t help it and let out a small moan. He is going insane but at the same time he is having fun with his bestfriend. Maybe... he is the one. Matthew has a big smile on his face Daniel noticed it and asks “having fun my little Mattie?” Well its almost time for round 2 so be prepared.

*Its a couple of minutes later and Daniel is standing up he unties Matthew from the stairs He drags him to another room upstairs. Matthew is still weak from the first attack and cant escape Daniels hands holding him. The walk into his sports room where he ties him at one of the machines. Now Matthew is standing right before Daniel. “Ready for round 2? “No” “well to bad” but first i need to do something” *He goes down on his knees again and starts loosen the buttons on Matthew’s skinnyjeans. “Bro no what are you doing man this is uncool” “im sorry bro but today i really dont give a shit about your opinion. *He pulled down the pants and trows them on the bed. All Matthew is wearing now is his black puma boxer” *Daniel cant hold in a laugh as he sees that his penis is a little hard. “Whats so funny” “oh nothing” “well here we go.”

*He grabs 2 electronic toothbrushes and flips them on* “DANIEL WTF IS THAT?” “Something you will really hate” *He places both brushes between his legs and start rubbing them all the way up untill they are right in his tights.* “Hahahahahaagagaga oh nooo shiiiiiiiiit i caaaaaaaahnt take this ahahhahahaah” * Matthew is shaking, and twirling because his body is trying to dodge the toothbrushes. But because of him being tied down he cant move an inch* “Aaaaaaaaaaaah noooohahahaba DANIEL IM DYING RIGHT HERE PLEASE HAVE MERCY.” “Mercy? Hell no dude this is way to fun.

*He unties one of Matthews legs and grabs one of is feet. He locks the feet between his legs and dances the tip of the toothbrush all over the sweaty feet* “Noo hahaha noo please pleaaase HAHAHAHA” tears are drowing down his face. DANIEEL PLEASE PLEASE STOOOP” He looks at his friend with the pest puppy eyes he can give. “Fine im in for another game anyway.

“Matthew has his eyes closed en thinks he hears Daniel is handing towards one of his drawers. *Daniel grabs a small electric tootbrush and flicks it on. Ready for a game big boy. “Y.es” good” *he pulls Matthews boxer a little towards him en puts the toothbrush in his underwear.* “Aaah” “aaaah” “aaaah” *Matthew is in heaven and hell but he is waiting what rules this game will have*. “Soo here is the deal buddy. I see that there’s is growing something behind your legs. The timer is set on 15 minutes If you manage not to bust i have a very special suprise for you in the next round. But if you bust you better wish you were never born” see ya in a minute. “Daniel leaves the room

“DANIEL... YOU AAH.. CANT LEAVE ME HERE YOU DICK.... *Matthew doesn’t know what to do. The toothbrush is right on his tip and the vibration of it send Matthew in a whole other dimension* “Okay stay calm everything is fine i can do this”

*15 minutes later*

“Heey buddy having fun”

“Daniel i’m begging you please: as your best friend get that brush out of my boxer pleaaaase. If i hold it for one more second i think im going to explode. “okay fine crybaby” Daniel pulls the underwear towards him again and gets a very quick look at the penis of his bestfriend. He started to blush a bit because the next suprise will be heaven for him after all this.

*Daniel unties his friend who almost crashes down. He cant move another step so Daniel supports him to a bed. Matthew falls on the bed and has finally a moment to relaxe. He inhales deeply and looked at his friend. He waits a moment and said* “Daniel im so sorry for what i did. I had to see this coming but why did you not tell me?” Daniel looks at is first and said “Because i was afraid that i will lose you man” you are the one person that has not left my side and i did not want to lose that. *Mathew laughed and then said “Boy you need way more than being gay if you want me to leave you”

*Daniel looks at his best friend and without a doubt he presses his lips against his best friend’s Matthew closes his eyes and accepts the kiss. He isn’t aware at all that Daniel is tying his legs to the bed. After a few seconds they stopped kissing and Matthew tried to stand up. “Dude you are going to tickle the crap out of me again?” “No please dude no” “No don't worry Daniel said “you survived the 15 minutes of the electric toothbrush so we are playing a nice game. But first i get us some water. Just must be thirsty as fuck” “hell yeah dude” *Daniel went down to the kitchen en came back with two glasses* “Matthew chugged down the water and starts relaxing again

“Soo what are the rules of this game buddy? I cant take it. “Oh yeah just a moment” he rushes down to the basement to grab his backpack”

*he first puts the blindfold back on* “Ohh dude why cant i see?” “Shut up” *demanded Daniel* “no talking in this game” “but“... *Matthew tried to bring in another argument but before he can finishes his sentence he felt a piece of paper and a piece of ducktape covering off his mouth. “Aaah much better doing OK there buddy? feeling anything strange?” *Matthew is thinking what that could mean. He feels a little horny but thats because his best friend just kissed him and teased his dick with a toothbrush. *He let out a silent grin * “Okay time for the next game”

“Daniel pulled out the scissors again and said “its time to take something of again. I think your little friend down there wants to say hello” * Daniel cuts the underwear of the crotch of Matthew and Matthew is now fully naked. “Hmm where do i start? Oh yeah i need to wait a little thats true. Well at least i can do is play with this cute little nipples” *Daniel pulled out a feather and started stroking the nips of the fully naked boy. With his free hand he started to twirl the other nipple between his fingers. Matthew started moaning and closes his eyes. He feels dat his dick is growing larger but he doesn’t care anymore

*20 minutes later*

*Daniel stopped stimulating the Nipples of Matthew and took a good look at the now almost fully erect penis of his best friend.* “Aah i think the viagra is working now we have double the fun” “Mot...f.kr.....” *Matthew tried to curse but the gag in his mouth made this almost impossible* “Well lets begin” He first pulled oud a big vibrator and a belt. He attached the vibrator with the belt so it was almost covering his whole shaft* “Daniel turned on the vibrator and the soft vibrations starts stimulation his best friend. “Aaah “aaah” “aah” Matthew was in heaven. He cant lay still anymore and starts moving from left to right. “Aah you like that huh?” *Daniel said. Well how about this” *He pushes a lever all the way down and the vibrator starts stimulating at max speed. this sends Matthew crazy.

* The moans became louder, his body was shaking on the whole bed en he felt that the climax was not very far. Suddenly Daniel turned of the vibrator and puts it back in his backpack” Matthew was in pure agony at the moment. ”he looked confused into Daniels eyes* “ooh you thought it was this easy for you? No im going to edge you until you cry for mercy” He jumps a little bit when he felt Daniels hand grabbing his balls” Daniel started to massage his balls and slowly jerks him of. All Matthew could tthink of right know is “i wish this would never end.

*20 minutes later*

*Daniel is still edging en teasing his friend. Every time Matthew felt his climax coming, Daniel stops. But now he felt his warm hand on his shaft again. He is polishing de tip of his shaft en Matthew starts moaning again. “Aaah” *louder^ “aah” *louder* “aah” *louder* *Daniel grabs another electric toothbrush and starts stroking it it up and down the shaft. Matthew cant think straight anymore and just gives in. Then Daniel is speeding up and Matthew felt he is about to bust. He slings his crotch in the air and with the last moan Matthew starts busting. He falls back on the bed and is breathing slowly. Daniel removes the gag en gives his bestfriend another long kiss. Next he removes the blanket en he looks deep into’s Matthew ocean blue eyes. Finally he untied he’s leg en know he is sitting next to him.

“You are the most evil person i’ve met in My life”Matthew said” “well you deserved it thats what you get for banging your best friends ex boyfriend?” “Okay we were drunk and... wait a minute. You said he was your boyfriend. “Oh yes he was. “But now your single?” “Nope” then who is this dude?” “Daniel looks his friend one more time in his eyes en then said: “You” they spent the rest of the night kissing and hugging

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I just finished my first ever tickling story!!!!! Any feedback would be really appreciated.

It was very hard at first to write this story, because it was my main goal to make good sentences with a good story. Writing in a language which is not my native tongue is very challenging but i tried my best.

#tickleforever #tickle #fiction #ticklefiction #torture #pleasing #boys #twinks #tickletwinks #revenge

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heesgf · 5 years

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studying w/ lee byounggon!

hello cutest ppl of the world!!! here is a present for u <3 and pls read my scenario for bad boy gon!! or soft blurb gon

studying w/ lee byounggon (a bad idea)

OK SO you and byounggon have AP biology together, and somehow, by the grace of GOd himself, you’ve made it to the end of the year

It’s time for ur final exam!!! yay!! because u can finally peace TF out of that class, but aww :’(( bc you have a final exam with 100 multiple choice and 10 written questions 😔

some of ur ap bio shenanigans have included:

byounggon reading multiple questions OUT LOUD while you are writing the test and he literally doesn’t even notice

Like he just does it so naturally??? you’ll be side eyeing him through the divider that separates your desks

in your head, you’ll be like “AHEMMMM at LEAST read out the answers too damn ...”

He does not read out the answers :/

even tho it can be kind of off-putting, his voice is rlly deep and soothing!!!! so honestly it kind of helps your test anxiety

......but u will never admit that... he would have too much power

you and byounggon once made an animal cell out of rice krispy treats & candy

you guys left the project to the very last minute because collectively u have one brain cell

U guys started building but then u ate so much candy, you ended up puking🤮

After u had released the #barf, you and byounggon choose to cuddle up on the couch and u just chill for a couple hours

Somehow u convinced him to watch bird box????? He was DYING!!!

But it’s ok bc ur the Best Significant Other Ever and you used imdb to research every possible death scene!! and u gave him a solid 3 second warning every time

ONE TIME u were just a little bit off and he watched something a lil gruesome

U lost ur abiliity to hear from the scream that he released

“im never watching a movie with you AGAIN!”

“i said i was SORRY sodfjsdiofjsdio”

He complained for so long but then you promised you’d make it up to him with some kisses and he was like.... “hehehe ok im down”

a whole baby!!!!!

Its around 11pm now!! You and gon are cuddling on the couch, and it’s so warm, and cute, and wholesome <333

Ur running ur fingers through his soft hair and playing with his fingers; he’s just calmly humming and loving every minute of this

u start to close ur eyes and u feel kinda sleepy, so you lay your head on byounggon’s chest and just nestle in

you’re about to say “goodnight chief” and call it a night

But something feels off?

u suddenly shoot TF up and your mind is racing and ur like “thE PROJECT !!”, real movie type shit

Ur trying not to LOSE UR MIND while byounggon is just snoring away... his arms are wrapped so tightly around u, and ur mind is still 23% asleep

honestly... maybe u should just lean back into his chest and fall asleep....

But then ur guilt complex is like ‘NO the pROJECT’

U want to wake him up but Byounggon: has left the chat

You start poking at his cheek erratically, and when he FINALLY wakes up, he’s all mumbley and tired and CUTE

U break the tragic news to him and now you’re both contemplating mental breakdowns

For the next 6 hours you guys are DEDICATED to this project

U show up to school the next morning with ur masterpiece:

(yall i rlly made that shit, respect me)

your eyes are SO unbelievably red, and for some reason, ur hair has marshmallow fluff in it????? u have to convince byounggon not to eat that shit on four separate occasions

“It looks yummy”

“PLS restrain urself”

So ur looking a little bit busted, but still cute, bc ur BEAUTIFUL nd sexy

SOMEHOW byounggon still looks perfect???? He looks like he’s just been rejuvenated by 10 hours of sleep; his skin is glowing and his eyes are twinkling... #unfair

when u guys show up to class, your teacher is sO happy with your project!!!!

but then she takes one look at you and she’s like, “(y/n) can i talk to you for a minute pls?”

“ uhh yeah ok, sure!!”

U think she’s about to tell you that she’s so proud of you both for coming up with such a creative idea, and for doing such a good job with the materials u used, but then she’s like:

“(y/n) ur eyes are so red”

ur kinda :’((( bc u think she’s about to scold you for pulling an allnighter...she’s a mama bear

“Pls stop smoking before class it’s rlly inappropriate”

Ur mouth is dropped WIDE open and byounggon is in the corner, snickering the sleep deprivation away: u want to kILL HIM!

Honestly, ur so shook, u kinda just stand there in silence while your teacher just shakes her head and does one of those “tsk tsk tsk” things and walks away

When u go back to ur desk, byounggon is like, “yea (y/n), u should rlly stop smoking at school, it’s super rude and honestly kind of distract-”

The look u give him makes him shut UP IMMEDIATELY

but then he just cranes his long arms around ur waist and smiles into the crook of ur neck and he’s like: “baby im sorry i love u”

So wholesome :’))))

Ur choked up?? And after all that work, a little bit delirious? U lean back into him and tilt ur head to the side so he can kiss u

when he pulls away he gives u this rlly uneven smirk

“even if u smoke before class”

“RUN AWAY RIGHT NOW OR IM GONNA [redacted]”

A couple weeks later, u guys have to do this lab on human heart rate and metabolism

bc byounggon is ur deskmate, he’s also ur lab partner (unfortunately)

Byounggon is RLLY SMART, but honestly u guys are just rlly unproductive when ur together bc u just want to. . .. hug him (relatable)

For one part of the lab, somebody needs to stick their hand into ice water while the other person monitors their heart rate

Byounggon REALLY passionately wants to be the one to dunk his hand in the water tank and ur just like “lmao ok calm down”

HIS HAND HAS BEEN IN THE ICE WATER FOR THREE MINUTES

@ this point, ur concerned x 3493049304930

He’s just like: “im FINE it’s FINE, keep going”

His eyes are TWITCHING

U have to forcefully yank his hand out of the water because he literally will NOT??? why is he like this

But it’s ok bc u warmed up his hand with lots hand holding and sweet lil kisses <333333

overall, bio have been a WILD ride, but byounggon has made it so much more enjoyable,,, and u guys love each other lots,,, (y/n) and byounggon for cutest couple 2k19 😘

Okay so now for the studying!!!

byounggon kind of had to beg to get you to study with him at the library

but that’s only because every time u study with him, u dont retain SHIT, bc ur too busy drooling over his jawline

U wanted to be rlly strict and firm so you could actually be well prepared!!!! But when he started whining and hugging on you,,,, what wEre you SUppOSED to DO?!?

So NOW, u and gon are at the library

U make him sit across from u

Because the lord knows, if he’s sitting next to, he will not stop kissing ur face and u RLLY need to do some learning!!! Studious Queen

twelve minutes into mitosis and chill, byounggon is pouting and using his biology textbook as a pillow

Literally byounggon is the kind of guy that looks like he’d be a rlly messy student, but he will take one look at the textbook, and get a 96%

So ofc, he’s like... “studying... who’s she?”

He’s just staring at you

In this moment, u look SO CUTE, bc ur head is burried in your book, and ur hair is adorably messy, and ur eyebrows are scrunched together bc ur rlly focused

Ur the cutest thing he ever saw?????

“Gon,,, baby u have to stop staring at me,, i can’t concentrate”

He’s so GOOFY

“im noooooooooot”

(he totally is)

It’s been about two hours?? Byounggon took a power nap, and u reviewed everything u possibly could,,, now u just want byounggon to hum u to sleep

byounggon is POWERED UP (stream power up by red velvet) from his nap and he’s very, very, very giddy

And a lil clingy bc u haven’t cuddled him today yet :/

He’s been saying “mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell” for about 8 minutes,,, u would throw ur bag of hot cheetos at him but he’s just too pretty

He’s laughing AT HIMSELF

Ur shaking ur head and laughing at him too

The librarian POPS UP out of literally nowhere?? She looks at byounggon playing candy crush on his phone and she’s like “SHHHHHHHHHH!!! young man! you are being so disrespectful! this place is for students to study! U need to leave immediately”

She’s about to point her finger at you too, but then:

“Ma’am i’ve never seen this boy in my whole life” 😜

Byounggon is Taken Aback™

He rlly can’t believe u just did that

U start laughing so hard bc PAYBACK

But his mind is just thinking.. . “top ten worst anime betrayals of all time”

The librarian is so annoyed with both of you she just turns around and mumbles something like “stupID KIDS”

U have to lug byounggon outside bc now he’s #embarrassed bc of the librarian, and #hurt because u threw him under the bus

He’s still pretending to be upset by the time u guys make it back to his house, and u have to give him all sorts of compliments to make everything okay again

“ur chin.... is straight SEXY”

“i think it’s cute that u eat bananas with sriracha”

“i, for one, like the screams you make when we watch horror movies”

THE COMPLIMENTS ARE SO STUPID BUT FOR SOME REASON HE’S BLUSHING???? blushy babyyyyy 💖

u conclude with a veryyyy sweet kiss on his lips

let’s just say... he forgives u

THE NEXT DAY!!! It’s time for ur exam omgomg :’))))))

byounggon finishes that shit in 26 minutes and somehow ends up getting a 92%

it took u a solid 48 minutes and u ended up with a nice and spicy 90%

he gets the better mark bc he’s god Lee Byounggon??? U will never understand bc he rlly doesn’t even try.... U can’t relate

But it’s ok

Because he’s the cutest thing to ever exist in the world, and even if he makes u the most unproductive person in existence, u love him more than anything <333

And he loves u bby!!!!!

the librarian, on the other, loves neither of u 😔 ......

THE END ! ! ! !

i love u all!! and thank u for ur support!! hit like if u feel bad for the librarian 😔

#ygtb #ygtb scenario #yg treasure box #PLS POST #byounggon scenario

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forreasonswretchedandivine · 4 years

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Tagged by: @kimchi-fried-ice (feel free to say hi whenever! I LOVE your blog, and you seem very nice I’d love to be friends!:))

Nickname: it’s practically my actual name, but it’s tidge. When I was little my basketball coach would always say my name as tish lol. Then my family started calling me that because they thought it was hilarious, and my mom said it in front of my theatre friends and they started doing it too. It’s honestly grown on me, and I let just about everyone call me tidge BC it usually leads to me telling them where it came from. Also I think it’s cute:):)

Height: 5’5?? 5’6? People always say I should know this but I just never do🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️.(side note: if you’re taller than me and also a girl who likes girls HMU😚)

Hogwarts house: I’m like the only one of every person I know who’s consumed 4 Harry Potter things( read first book, watched first 3 movies) but I took a quiz and got slytherin? Sounds about right from what I know lol. I’m nice, but I’ve got major RBF and I’m ALWAYS down for a little drama

Last thing I googled: “where to catch dreepy in Pokémon sword” that elusive motherfucker has a 2% chance of spawning in the wild area and I almost exploded after 2 hours of running in and out of like 3 different tall grass areas. Didn’t find one BUT I found it’s evolved form, which was fine because looking any longer may have killed me

Song stuck in my head: From Eden by Hozier and high five by Sigrid. They are both bangers in their own respect, and the are playing ln my head at the same time right now. It’s kinda nice!

Following:253! Though a few of those are inactive now, I’ve had this account since middle school

Followers: 27 total but 10 are inactive, and I’m pretty sure one is just a spam account that was VERY convincing

Amount of sleep I get: I try for 7-8 and get it most of the time, but some nights I get hit with that good self hate™️™️ and stay up later because why not? Or I’ll be up till 3 in fugue state trying to finish homework/ projects that I procrastinated on lol. I take lots of naps too BC they are soooo great

Lucky number:13! I have no basis behind this, other than because I want it to be, and because people say it’s bad luck. So far it’s been pretty great to me!!

Dream job: 😬😬😬 welll over the past 2 years, especially since I transferred colleges and had a bit of an unexpected major chance( technical theatre> studio art) My career path has been pretty unclear and I’m still not really sure what I wanna do. I’d love to get back into something theatre related because I’m pretty good at it, but lately the art I’ve been doing makes me very happy and gives me a personal sense of accomplishment that theatre never gave me. I’m hoping to find some sort of intersection between the two, so I can be able to make something for either a play or musical, then when I’m done just go chill somewhere for a little while and take a nap. Or like make some cool painting or drawing, make some money from it, then take a few weeks off of doing sutff, repeat. So I guess the short answer is: make art that I enjoy, get paid, not work every day:)

Wearing: what am I wearing?My, my, how sexual!! Just kidding;);). Black boots, high waisted skinny jeans, an button up shirt with a stranger things demegoron pattern, tan cardigan, and a little trans pride pendant I made to remind myself I am valid, and to signal other trans people!

Favorite song: (TAZ balance spoilers) idk if this counts but any version of lucetia’s theme from taz, written by one GRIFFIN TEAR MY HEART OUT ANDREW MCELROY. It’s just so beautiful, and it always makes me feel such strong emotions because every time it plays on the podcast there’s like a major plot development or moment of growth for lucetia, and I JUST. I literally ascend when it plays during the finale when she’s about to stop the hunger, just ugh so good

Instruments: I played the baritone for like a year in middle school. To summarize how that went: I was not very good:/:/

Random fact: I’m always telling myself that this probably isn’t something I should be so casual and open about, but then I tell people anyways. When I was 3-4, my sister was getting on my nerves and we were both on the kitchen counter for some reason. So to get her to stop, I took a knife and cut almost completely through her finger. Needless to say that got me in a bit of trouble with my dad, and to this day most of my family gets on edge when they see me with a knife. Which I find funny because In my teen years and now, I’ve gotten really into buying knifes and swords like some sort of blade gremlin. All of that probably made me sound very unstable, but I promise I’m not, just like sharp things. Im like 30% unhinged at all times AT MOST.

Aesthetics:????? I’m really into symmetry and matching colors of that counts as an aesthetic. My room is probably the best example, because everything in it is organized in a weird messy kinda way. I know where it is but it’s not where you’d think(ex: The sword I have hung next to my window) again I am very much a gremlin girl, and while I keep a lot of weird stuff, Im also very organized and creative so I end up using some broken things to make something new(ex: the bow and arrow I made out of a walking stick, some rubber bands and a 5 mechanical pencils). This description is probably also a good example of my aesthetic, which is to say messy, and slightly incoherent, but prepared and practical. In terms of clothing, it’s a sliding scale between “ For all intents and purposes I was not planning on leaving my room or being perceived physically by others today, but a friend wanted to hang out, and I love my friends so here I am looking like this” And “ I am an ethereal being of pure beauty and elegance, but watered down a bit so I’m still very well dressed, but minus the elegance, and plus a lil slut and probably some black boots”. It should also be stated that my gayness is part of both of these in varying degrees of intensity

I tag: @rosebudyke @negative-ghostriderr @sunshine-nb @severedned @seraphlesbian (y’all don’t have to if you don’t want to tho,but if you want message me! You all also seem very nice☺️)

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buckisthatyou · 6 years

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More Than This - 4

Pairing: Bucky x Reader, Bucky x Natasha

Word Count: 1817

Summary: Sleeping with Bucky Barnes is a mistake as he does not know your true feelings for him and now he is dating Natasha.

Warnings: Angst, Language

Part 3

Series Masterlist

Masterlist

Author note: Out of all time I have and my mind decided that 3 am is the best time to fucking write this. :’))) wow the audacity. so i apologized for any errors. im half sleeping and also english is not my native language. i hope you enjoy this part. and also that you’re going to have a great weekend.

He remembers.

You stare at your phone screen, reading the text over and over again. You try to come out with an excuse but you know Bucky will know you are lying. You shake your head, not knowing what to do. Should you ignore him and break the promise? The promise you thought he would forget just because he has a girlfriend now? The promise you thought he would forget just because you have ignored him for weeks, to keep your feelings away? You sigh again. You really are clueless.

Fuck feelings and emotions.

Right?

You begin typing your reply but deleting it after.

Why it is so goddamn hard to text him back? Why things are not the way it used to?

You decide a simple Okay will be just fine. But you still doubting your decision.

Is this right?

What if you hurt yourself again?

What if you hurt him?

The never ending question of What if surrounds your mind.

“Hey, y/n. Looking all serious there, is everything okay?” your colleague comes, his voice startles you.

You cover your worried look with a chuckle, putting your phone aside, you turn your head to him.

“Nothing big.” You give him a smile.

If he is close enough, he will know that it is a fake smile. A smile you have been practiced quite often since you found Bucky has a girl and it just happened not to be you.

“If you say so. Oh, by the way, can you come along with me to the 3pm meeting today? We can go to lunch together before heading to the meeting.” he kindly asking you.

Sensing the hopeful spirit in his tone, you nod.

“Sure. The one with John Co. right?”

“Amazing! I’ll wait for you at the lobby at 12.30. And yes it is the one with John.” He gives you another wide smile before walk off from your desk.

You take a look at your clock, you have another 3 hours before 12.30. You decide to prepare your files for the meeting before continue writing on your reports. Mind is focused on the task beforehand making you forget about Bucky and the damn concert date.

Bucky mentally prepared to impress you tonight. He wants everything to be perfect. He wants to make sure you enjoy yourself and be happy. He wants you to forget about the pain you have been through. Whatever is the source of your problem is, he wants it to be gone.

Searching for the one and only fancy floral shirt he owns, he can’t stop but to grin, thinking he will finally get to be with you again after so long. After exploring the entire wardrobe, he finally found the shirt, the one Sam gave to him as a joke because according to Sam, Winter Soldier is lame and so out of time. Spring Soldier is more unique and interesting. He never wore it because he thinks it is ridiculous but he knows how much you adore men in floral shirt.

“Wow!”

He heard you said. He turned to you. What had caused you to be amazed because the television was showing a boring advertisement. It couldn’t be because of it, could it?

“What?” he asked you, out of curiousity.

You widen your eyes, suddenly they darted away from looking at him as you brought your phone closer to your chest.

“Ummm. Nothing.”

He didn’t believe it. You must be hiding something. Something in your phone.

“Cmon. You can’t keep secret from me. Let me see what is it.” He pleaded.

His arm reaching for your phone but you turned your body away, avoiding him.

“Nothing, I swear to God, Buck.”

He noticed you got defensive, he smirked as an idea came to mind.

“Okay” he said, positioning himself on the couch comfortably before continuing watching the tv show.

But once he was sure you were not looking at him, he attacked your body. Hands on your waist, tickling you.

“Attack!” he yelled.

“Bucky no! Stop! Please. Oh God!”

You were half screaming, half laughing.

“I tell, I t-tell you but- God no Bucky! Stop!”

“Alright” he said with a smirk, detaching his hands from your body. But they were still in a ready position. In case you tricked him.

“It just stupid” you sighed as you sat up properly.

“Nothing is stupid when it comes to you, sweetheart.” He assured you.

“You tell me.” You handed him your phone.

He looked at it, a smile creeped on his face began to be bigger.

“Don’t laugh, Bucky” you warned him.

He let out a small chuckle, he couldn’t help it. “He looks good. But you know what doll? I’m much better.”

He said nonchalantly as he handing back your phone to you.

“Tell me, Barnes. How you can be so much better than Rami Malek in floral shirt? No offence, you are cute and you definitely can look better than any man if you try but Rami Malek? I doubt it, Bucky.”

“You will see, y/n. You will see.” he replied. He wasn’t supposed to be mad but the idea of you adoring another man made him kinda mad.

“Whatever you say, Bucky. You don’t even own anything other than your black t-shirt, your denim jacket, your red Henley and your fighting suit.” You playfully told him as you enjoyed the view of Winter Soldier pouting beside you on the couch.

He grabs a white shirt along with a black jeans to be paired with the tropical floral print button down shirt.

“Rami Malek who?” he says as he lays down those outfit on his bed. A smile does not leave his face.

The clock besides his bed shows that it is time for lunch, he takes out his phone, checking for your message. But nothing comes from you. The smile once never leave now is replaced with a frown. Many questions come to his mind. Not one of them is a good thought. But he doesn’t give up on you. Maybe you just too busy to reply. At least you read his text, that’s good right? You must know he coming tonight. You must know that he hasn’t forget about the important date.

After an hour waiting for your reply, Bucky starts to lose faith. You probably ignore him on purpose like you did these few weeks. He sighs. Laying on his bed, he closes his eyes, thinking to take a nap before he gets ready to see you. He doesn’t care you don’t reply to his text, he will still see you. He wants to.

But the sound of his door being opened makes him opens his eyes, turning to the doorframe, standing Natasha with a smile.

“Hey” she greets him.

“James! You know about it?” she jumps excitedly.

Bucky’s eyebrows are knitted together, trying to make sense of what his girl is saying. “What?” He asks her.

“About the date. I was planning to make it up to you since I left our breakfast date, so I thought of going out tonight. I already asked Tony to make a reservation for the two of us at this one restaurant.” She explains, making her way to his side.

“And I must say this outfit you pick is amazing. I can’t wait to see you in the floral shirt.” She continues, her eyes looking at the spread out outfit on his bed.

“I-I..” he tries to tell her about you. About the promise he makes to you but as soon as he feels her soft lips against his lips, he forgets about everything and just melts.

“Don’t forget 7pm alright, James.” she says as she breaks apart from him.

Bucky is still in heaven, having to taste her sweet kiss makes him living in cloud nine and he doesn’t want to come down. Not just yet.

He nods as Natasha leans in to kiss his cheek. “7 okay? I see you later.”

As his gaze follows the Black Widow until she disappears out of his sight, he begins to realize about the promise. Instantly reaching for his phone, he finds nothing. Still no message from you. He thinks it is best to go out with his girlfriend now as you clearly don’t want to spend time with him.

You are finally home and you are relieved. Taking off your shoes, you walk to your room. Quickly picking out an outfit for tonight, you go off to take a hot shower. You have no enough time to waste as your meeting take a lot longer than what you expected. To convince the party to accept and join the project with the company you work with is tough but thankfully you managed to do it. But it doesn’t change the fact that you have less than two hours to prepare yourself for tonight.

You are waiting for Bucky nervously. You don’t know what to say to him. Last night you were crying in front of him asking him to go home as he tried his best to comfort you. You shake your head as you want the image to be gone. Forever. Hopefully nothing is too awkward between the two of you. Though you still doubt it.

15 minutes after 7 and Bucky still doesn’t show up. It worries you as Bucky never late. Never. In fact, he always five minutes early.

Checking your phone, there is no message from him. You click his contact name, checking for the message he has sent you, making sure he promised to come by at 7 tonight.

As you open the message, you realize you haven’t even reply to him. You curse yourself. No wonder there is no respond from him. He must be thinking you don’t want to see him.

Fuck. How you always manage to make the worst thing to become even worse?

You quickly call his number.

Ring.

Pick up the phone Bucky.

Ring.

“Hello”

You sigh, relieved.

“Hey, Buck I-”

“y/n? Bucky is in the bathroom. Are you okay?”

You realize the voice does not belong to Bucky but a woman. It must be Natasha.

“Can you tell him I’m rea-” you are cut off by her voice, sounds like she is talking to someone.

“Thank you, we will order soon. I’m waiting for my boyfriend. He is in the bathroom right now.”

You figure she is talking to a waiter. She is in a restaurant with Bucky.

They are having a date. Together.

“y/n? Hello? Sorry about that. What is it that you wanna talk about?”

She asks you politely.

It makes you smile a little. Always as nice as Bucky. They are perfect for each other.

“No. It is nothing. I’m sorry for bothering you. Bye.”

You end the phone call. Looking down at your outfit, you let out a dry laugh.

“You are so pathetic, y/n.”

Part 5

@mizz-kraziii @queenoftrash97 @fran-writes @amindfulloffanfictions @grosskyjaja @v-2bucky @jaysaku @lovely-geek @shamvictoria11 @whiw0lf @swtmckngbrd @shadowblack1 @inkedhalfblood @photography-to-all @themoonandherstuff @hadesgirl1015 @killjoynotes

#angst #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x natasha romanoff #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes #sebastian stan

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kitstwistfellau · 6 years

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Sins of the Past, final

Read on AO3 HERE.

Summary: A bittersweet reunion.

Warnings (contain spoilers): LV issues, off-screen violence and death, issues of self-worth, oblique references to rape, references to poisoning, references to regicide. Explicit--not non-graphic--mention of very serious, debilitating illness/poisoning.

The door opened, and Sans stared at the other skeleton. His brother, but so changed. The right side of his face was shattered, the socket cracked and his eyelight dead. “…Papy?” he asked, not wanting to believe that this was his brother. What had she done to him? What happened, after Sans was ushered out and sold off? “Is that…is that really you?” The stranger in his brother’s bones smiled broadly, and Sans’ soul clenched as tears gathered in his sockets. “Papy!” he said, certain now.

Papyrus knuckled the top of his head, but his eyelight remained fixed on Undyne. “Ya really brought ‘im, then?” he said, something like wonder in his voice, “I thought…I thought it was a trap. But ya really….” He stopped speaking and coughed, stepping aside so Sans could come in out of the cold. “Not you, fish,” he said, holding up a hand to ward her off. “I ain’t ‘bout ta let the captain ‘a the guard inta my house. Here’s what ya came fer.” He reached into his inventory and pulled out a thick file folder. “Everythin’ I know ‘bout the Spider Gang. Now get the fuck outta my town.”

She took the file. “Don’t get uppity, squirt. After I roust the Spider, I’m coming after your boney ass.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, waving her off, “ ‘m shakin’ in my boots, sweetheart.”

She flipped him off but left without protest. Sans watched her go, briefly wanting to run after her. She’d been one of his only friends in the castle, after all. But…his gaze fell on the folder in her hand. Would she really have delivered him to his brother if Papy hadn’t agreed to share his information with her? Had he, once again, been bought and sold by people he trusted?

Did it really matter? It was the way of their world, after all. This was just the way things were. Had he really expected something better?

His brother ushered him inside, and as soon as the door shut, Papy swept him up into a hug, checking him over as he brought him to the couch. “Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” Sitting down, Papy pulled at his shirt and the cuffs of his pants, studying his tibia, fibia, ribs, and arms for any sign of damage. Then his gaze fell on the collar around his throat. He shifted it, revealing the network of small scars it hid.

“I have the key,” Sans said, voice small and ashamed. With shaking fingers, he reached up to pull it off…but his fingers stuttered and fumbled. Carefully, Papy took over, twisting the key in the lock. The collar opened and he flung it into the corner of the room, again studying the scars around Sans’ neck.

“Oh, Sans….” His voice sounded so soft and mournful.

It was too much. Sans inhaled sharply, chest hitching as he started to sob. Papy gathered him in and rocked him, arms tight and solid and there. Both of them started projecting, a confusing muddle of /JOY/care/LOVE/warmth/AFFECTION/security/strength/stability/. Papy’s projections weren’t as strong as they used to be, though, and Sans Checked him on a hunch.

His LV had shot up by 3. From 12 to 15 in less than a year. Seeing his HP was like getting a punch to his nonexistent gut, however. He was at full health, but the base stat was much lower than it had been when Sans saw him last. Gaining LV should have raised his HP, not lowered it. Which meant his brother…happy, cheerful, hopeful Papyrus…had started to lose HoPe. Sans’ soul ached, and he couldn’t keep silent anymore. “Papy? What happened?” he asked, running fingers over his scarred face. “What did she do to you?”

Papy sighed, pulling Sans’ hand away from his face and folding his fingers around it. “’s not important, bro. ‘m fine. An’ yer back. We’re t’gether again. Tha’s what matters, right? We’re t’gether, an’ we’re safe.”

For the moment, Sans didn’t argue. He buried his face in Papyrus’ chest and allowed himself to be held, still crying in relief, in joy, and out of bone-deep sorrow. Only after he was all cried out did Papy show him around the house. One of the upstairs rooms had been prepared for him. A handmade set of shelves was pushed against one wall, a few books already tucked inside—astronomy books, mostly, but a few looked like puzzle books. The bedframe was handmade as well, stars and moons cut into the headboard. The walls and ceiling had been painted a deep blue, precisely painted constellations arcing across the pseudo-sky.

He sat down heavily and Papyrus sat beside him, both of them looking up at the stars. “Figured since we can’t see the real thing…I could make a substitute fer ya.”

Sans couldn’t say anything. He just stared up at the ‘sky’, soul aching. He suspected that, if he were to check them against the star charts in the astronomy books, they’d be shockingly accurate. Papy could be almost obsessively precise when he had a project, and Sans could easily imagine him working feverishly. Skipping even those brief naps that served as his semi-regular sleep schedule in an attempt to distract himself from everything.

He leaned against Papy, and the larger skeleton threw an arm over his shoulders, pulling him close. They slept in the same room that night. Well. Sans slept. Papy rarely slept a full eight hours, but he was there when Sans fell asleep and he was there when he woke up, taking apart what appeared to be a coffee maker. When Sans sat up and greeted him, he blushed and looked away, scratching the back of his neck. “Still ain’t much fer cookin’. Place down the way sells cinnamon bunnies—not half as good as yer skulls, but tha’s ta be expected—and sumtimes I can talk Grillbz inta—“

“I can make breakfast.” He hesitated, and Sans understood. “Papy, this is my home, isn’t it? I’m not a guest. You don’t need to look after me. Not like that, at least.”

A sheepish smile—and it hurt to see that familiar expression on a cracked and broken face; stars it hurt more than Sans could say—touched his mouth, and he chuckled. “Yeah. Yeah, yer right. So—whaddaya need?”

“Eggs, milk, butter, sugar, and flour. Maybe a can of soda, if we can scrounge it up.” Soda gave pancakes a nice, fluffy texture that nothing else could quite match.

“Right. I gotta go ta the store. I’ll be back.”

It occurred to Sans that his brother probably hadn’t had a good, home-cooked meal since they’d been separated. Was he thinner? So hard to tell, since they weren’t fleshy monsters. “Can I come too?” Papy wouldn’t be skipping meals or trying to live off whatever he could scavenge again. Not with Sans here.

Papy hesitated, then he thought about it. With a shrug, he stood and said, “Don’ see why not. Ain’t nobody in Snowdin stupid ‘nough ta fuck with ya, not with me ‘round. Get dressed an’ we’ll head out.”

When Sans pointed out that he only had the rather revealing sweet-piece clothing he’d arrived in, Papy smirked and marched over to the closet, throwing it open to reveal a few hoodies and some tennis shoes. There were undershirts and pants in the dresser, as well as socks. “Found what I could fer ya. Later, we can head ta the dump an’ see what we can find. Or we can try ta trade what we got. Up ta you.”

Grateful, Sans ushered him out so he could get dressed, then they both headed out into the snow. Sans looked up at the ceiling, watching the snowflakes flutter down. He held out his hand, catching them. The warmth of the mana in his bones caused the flake to melt in his palm. The way the snow flaked as he kicked it made him smile, and he wondered if they could try out some of those winter activities he’d seen in human videos. Making snowmen. Snowball fights. Snow angels. The possibilities—

He looked up with a smile, ready to babble excitedly, but Papy’s features were sharp and cruel, his ever-present grin manic and nothing but pure threat. Menace radiated from him and the monsters they passed went pale and ducked away as soon as they saw him. They were afraid of him. More so than they had been even in Hotland. Combined with his jump in LV, it painted a disturbing picture.

The reminder of just how brutal their world could be sobered Sans immediately. He knew what it cost, to take hold of a stretch of territory. And what it took to keep it. Papy had called this ‘his’ town, and Sans hadn’t questioned it, hadn’t considered the implications before.

Oh, Papyrus.

He resisted the urge to reach out and take his brother’s hand. In public, at least, such soft displays would not be welcome. It made his soul ache to think of, but he could only steel himself. This was the way of things, wasn’t it? This was how it had to be, right? This was just…the way things were. Hoping for something better would only lead to disappointment.

Bile rose up, but he pushed it aside, following his brother into the general store. The snowbunny behind the counter jumped when she saw him, whiskers twitching. She stepped forward, pushing a rabbit kit behind her back. “Papyrus!” she said, too loud, too high-pitched. “How…?” She cleared her throat, taking a breath. “How can I help you?” she asked, forcing a smile.

Papy planted one arm on the counter, propping his chin on his fist. “Mornin’, darlin’,” he said, grinning. “I ain’t doin’ the shoppin’ taday, matter ‘a fact. ‘s the little guy.” He jerked a thumb at Sans, and the bunny’s nose twitched. “Mind helpin’ ‘im out?”

“Of-of course!” She jumped, coming around the counter to look down at Sans. Her kit tucked himself underneath the counter, hiding. “And what do you need…um….” She froze, realizing that she didn’t know his name.

The whole process made Sans’ soul ache. He glanced at Papy, who was feigning boredom. He knew his brother, though. It had to kill him, playing the bad guy. And…Sans would be expected to fit the role too, wouldn’t he? Or was he supposed to cower before his own brother and play the victim? And exactly how much would that hurt Papy?

It made him sick. The whole thing. His soul roiled and his bones chilled. He tried to speak, tried to fill the role he was assigned…but the words caught in his throat. He swallowed them down and tried again, only to find himself rendered mute.

He couldn’t do it. He simply couldn’t. Couldn’t abuse the already beaten-down shopkeeper. Couldn’t treat his brother—his HoPe already damaged, his LV already obscenely high—like he was a bad guy. Maybe Sans really was nothing but a sweet-piece. Maybe he simply wasn’t cut out for life out in the wider world…. But he couldn’t be anything else, anything other. So Sans looked up at the bunny monster and offered up his sunniest smile, even as his soul felt like it was cracking. “My name’s Sans! The Sensational Sans!”

Papy quirked a smile, and Sans’ soul relaxed. “Doncha mean ‘Sansational’, bro?” He giggled, delighted at the pun. He’d been afraid Papyrus would be embarrassed or upset with him. Upset that Sans wasn’t a real monster. That he was nothing but a sweet-piece.

“I suppose so,” Sans agreed, then refocused on the bunny. She looked between the two of them, obviously still nervous and unsure of this whole situation. “What’s your name?”

She glanced at Papyrus, who just raised an expectant brow-bone. She swallowed and, shifting uneasily, said, “Bonny.”

Sans was not bold enough to ask after her kit. He didn’t want to spook her. “What a lovely name!” he said cheerfully, “And—are you the one that makes the cinnamon bunnies?”

Another glance at Papyrus. “I…I do. Yes.”

He giggled. “I like to make cinnamon skulls. We should compare recipes sometime.”

“I…I suppose.” She kept darting glances at Papy as she spoke, afraid he was going to snap at her. “What…what can I help you with, then?”

“Oh, right! I was going to make breakfast, but my brother doesn’t keep a well-stocked pantry. So I’ll be needing some basics for now. Flour, sugar, butter—“ He started listing things off on his fingers, careful to keep his tone cheerful and light. Trying not to be demanding. When Bonny confessed that they were out of butter—there was a shortage, and the capital was starting to impose rations—Sans waved it off as if it didn’t matter. “Vegetable oil should be fine, then,” he said, bright and happy.

She still wasn’t at ease when she rang them up, but she wasn’t as nervous as she had been when they first came in. Her kit was peering at them from behind the counter, and Papy spotted him, saluting with a genuine grin and a wink. Bonny inhaled sharply, but the kit just waved tentatively back. Then Papy’s eyelight caught on the kid’s bandana, and he met Bonny’s eye. “Ya got any ‘a those fer sale?”

Instead of answering, she just plucked the bandana off her kit’s neck and handed it over. Sans frowned, about to protest, but Papy knelt down and tied it around his neck, hiding the scars his collar left behind. He reached up and tugged on it, a familiar gesture. The soft fabric slid over his bones, soothing rather than cutting. It felt like an anchor. A reminder of his freedom. Unable to stop himself, he flung himself into his brother’s arms and held tight, fighting down relieved tears.

Papy returned the hug and met Bonny’s eye again. “Thanks, sweetheart. Won’ ferget this.”

For the first time, she looked at Papyrus with something other than fear. She lifted her chin and nodded once. “You’re welcome,” she said, then looked at Sans. “I’ll send word when I get the next shipment of butter in.”

They left once Sans had control of himself, and as they walked, he looked around again. Watching everyone flinch away from them. Taking in the high palisade that surrounded the town. It hurt his soul, seeing the fear and suspicion in their faces. Maybe that’s why, when he next baked cinnamon skulls, he went out and delivered them to the guards, the snowbunnies, the green fire elemental his brother called ‘Grillbz’, and anyone they passed on the way.

The first time, only Grillbz and Bonny were willing to give the skulls a try, but he made a weekly ritual of it, and soon enough, the others grew more courageous. He started to visit whenever he heard someone was sick or injured, bringing soup and biscuits. In time, he became a rather popular figure in the town, earning smiles and waves when he went out. He ignored the whispering that often followed him. The leers. The jeering and the comments. He was a sweet-piece; what else had he expected?

All the while, Papy insisted on acting as his escort, and in the woods outside Snowdin, he took the time to teach Sans how to defend himself. They talked—once—about gaining LV. While sitting on a rock out in the forest, Papy ate one of the cinnamon skulls to regain the mana he’d lost in a recent scrap. Dust floated in the air around him, but he’d used snow to scrub his hands clean. Sans’ hands were pristine. No need to scrub snow between the phalanges. Papy had made sure of that, and Sans wasn’t sure what to make of it. Didn’t Papy want him to gain LV? To be useful? To be stronger? He didn’t really want his brother to be nothing but a sweet-piece…did he?

“If I gained LOVE,” Sans started, tentative, “I’d be stronger.”

Papy paused, eyeing him. “Would ya?” he asked, picking at the skull.

“My attacks would be stronger,” Sans said, “And my base stats would be higher….”

Papy nodded, still picking at the pastry. “Yeah,” he agreed, jumping off the rock. “But would that make ya stronger?”

“I….” Sans looked up at him, uncertain. “Yes?”

Papy knelt in front of him, scrubbing the top of his skull with sticky fingers. Sans frowned and batted at his hands, earning a grin. Then Papy’s expression sobered. “Yer stats’d be higher, yeah, but you’d be brittle ‘round the edges. Maybe not the first time. Er the third time. Er the tenth. But ‘s an easy slope ta slip down. ‘fore ya know it, feels like everythin’s slipping ‘tween yer fingers, an’ yer not even sure ‘a what ya used ta be. Stats ain’t everythin’, bro. Sure as fuck ain’t the most important thing. Don’ sacrifice the important shit fer a string ‘a numbers. It ain’t worth it.”

Sans looked at him, soul aching all over again. “But you….”

Papy smirked. “Aw, darlin’. Ya really think I give a shit ‘bout stats?” Before Sans could ask why he’d gained so much LV, if not for the stat-boost, Papy scooped up a huge handful of snow and dumped it down the back of his shirt. Screeching, Sans twisted and turned, trying to shake out the snow as it melted against his spine. Papy took off running, and Sans chased after him, screaming.

They didn’t discuss LV after that. There were a lot of things they didn’t discuss. Papy refused to give him a straight answer about his new scars, and Sans was reluctant to talk about his time in the palace, though he knew Papy assumed the worst because of it. They didn’t talk about the days Papy would come home with dust and magic on his hands, knuckles bruised. Or the fearful glances townspeople shot him. And they never talked about the way Papy’s HP would dip and swell by turns, unstable and unsteady.

They didn’t talk about it, but Sans noticed, and he well knew that something had to change. The Underground’s problems were so extensive, though, so far-reaching, and he was nothing but a small skeleton tucked away in an isolated corner of the Underground. Weak. Helpless. Nothing but a sweet-piece.

…but even a sweet-piece could have a few tricks up his sleeve, couldn’t he?

He’d thought it would be more difficult, really. But Papy was happy to help him turn the old shed into a makeshift greenhouse. UV lamps provided plenty of ‘sunlight’. Raised beds made the best use of the limited space. Getting the right seeds was the most difficult part, but Bonny was more than happy to place a few special orders. Papy’s extra-curricular activities provided enough money to grease the necessary palms, and soon enough, Sans had a thriving indoor garden.

Among the tomatoes and carrots and potatoes, he’d planted some of the herbs and flowers the sweet-pieces had taught him about. Lavender and chamomile to help a restless monster find sleep. Echinacea for simple colds. There were other plants, too. All of them with medicinal purposes at a certain dosage. He didn’t limit himself to plants, either. Along the back wall, he grew mushrooms as well. Most of them were edible.

His most important project was confined to the basement, though. He’d talked with Papy about his idea, and while he’d been reluctant at first, he’d caved eventually, agreeing that something needed to change. Thus, the basement transformed into something that looked more like a chemistry lab than anything else. Claviceps purpurea could be cultivated in isolation, he’d been happy to learn, afraid he’d need to find a way to grow a field of rye. It wasn’t easy, though, and the fungus was temperamental at best. Thankfully, once he’d harvested enough, it was much easier to get a message to Undyne, even if Papy wasn’t exactly happy to play messenger.

She sat down to tea in their kitchen, warily eyeing Papy even as he did the same to her. Sans pushed a tray of teacakes toward her, smiling brightly. “Thank you so much for coming, Captain!”

She grunted, still glaring at Papy. “I came because he said you needed me,” she said, finally turning to regard Sans. “Are you okay? Did something happen? Is he treating you well?”

“Yeah. Brought ya ‘ere ‘cause Sans says ‘m abusin’ ‘im. Go fuck yerself—“

“Papy,” Sans chastised, earning an eyeroll and a huff. Clearing his throat, Sans turned back to Undyne. “We’re…well enough. As well as can be expected, at least.”

“Hmph.” She took a sip of her tea, still keeping her eye on Papy. “So? Why am I here?”

“Bro, I c’n talk ta ‘er. Ya don’ need ta be ‘ere. Don’ need ta risk—“

“Papy, it was my idea. My plan. If Undyne feels the need to charge me with treason, then so be it.”

Undyne put the cup down, tea sloshing over the sides. “One of you better start talking right now,” she said, voice low, “or you’re both going to be arrested. You for illegal gambling and smuggling and who the fuck knows what else—“

“You can’t prove shit, fish-bitch.”

“—and you for wasting my time,” she said overtop Papy, pointing to Sans. Papy opened his mouth to retort, but she continued without pause. “So? Who’s gonna explain?” She looked between both of them, and Sans finally pulled out the capped bottle. He pushed it toward her. She eyed it, brow raised.

“You’re familiar with Angel’s Fire?”

“Of course.” The disease came and went Underground, all depending on the state of the wheat harvest. It had grown less common as the monsters grew more experienced with farming underground, but it still cropped up on occasion. Not all monsters were affected, of course. The carnivores, who didn’t eat the contaminated wheat, survived the outbreaks untouched. Skeletons and elemental-types weren’t affected because they didn’t have blood vessels. In fact, only the omnivorous or herbivorous mammals were affected.

So it wouldn’t be that suspicious, if only a single monster were to fall ill. Ergot was not a traditional poison in any case. It was an agent of disease, not murder. Certainly not regicide.

He tapped the vial. “This is the fungus that causes it. Powdered for easy use.”

She looked between him and the vial, shaking her head slowly. “Look, squirt, I don’t know where you’re—“

“You and I both know Prince Asriel would make a better king than his father.”

Undyne went very, very quiet. She took the vial, considering it. “Angel’s Fire, huh?”

“Everyone knows Angel’s Fire is…capricious.” The way it passed over one house, only to devastate another had earned the disease a somewhat supernatural reputation, even after they came to understand how it spread. More than a few monsters would whisper to themselves that the old King had done something to displease the Angel. That the Stars had cursed him. “And the symptoms…?” He raised a brow-bone. “You and I both know he’d be deposed. Fast. If he’s not smart enough to step down himself.”

He watched her, noting her considering look. Hallucinations. Convulsions. The sensation of burning in the extremities. Not to mention the more serious effects—gangrene, vision trouble. Possibly death, though Sans didn’t think it would progress to that. No matter what, though, a monster suffering those symptoms could not rule the Underground. Not as it was. A gentler populace might not take advantage, but as things were….

Sans did take some small satisfaction in the knowledge that Asgore would be a victim of the systemic brutality he’d taken such pains to foster.

“And what do you want me to do with this?” Undyne asked, eyeing them both. “What’s the deal here, huh? I…use this. And—what? What’s in it for you two?”

Papy stepped forward, laying a hand on Sans’ shoulder. “There’s no deal, fish. No price. ‘s a gift. An’ not one either ‘a us expect ya ta repay. Or ta use, if tha’s what you decide.”

Her brow crept higher. “I don’t understand.”

He and Sans shared a look. “We’re jus’ a pair ‘a gutter-rats, sweetheart,” he said, grinning when she bristled at the pet-name. “Politics’re a bit above us, doncha think?”

“So this…?”

“Is for you to decide,” Sans said, shrugging. “Papy’s right. I didn’t even spend a year in the palace. I can see that something’s wrong. Very wrong. And not just in the palace—everywhere. We’re tearing each other apart, and something has to change. It has to. But….” He gestured helplessly. “I don’t know what or how. You be the judge, Captain. You’re strong. Intelligent. Principled. I trust you to know what’s best for us. Take the vial. Do whatever you think is best. It shouldn’t spoil, so you can take your time.”

She looked at the vial and pocketed it. She stirred her tea but had apparently lost her appetite—she didn’t take any of the teacakes and she didn’t drink again. “This meeting…?” she said slowly, as if it was a question.

“Was my first interview for the guard,” Sans said, and she jumped, brow-bone raised.

“You’re kidding, right?”

He beamed at her, demeanor sunny and sweet. “Certainly not, Captain! I am very dedicated to making the Underground a better, safer place! I would be delighted to serve in the guard—if you’d be kind enough to consider my application.”

He passed the application to her, still beaming. She eyed it. Eyed him. Then finally eyed Papy, who just winked. “C’mon, Cap’n. Ya know my bro’d be a good choice. Who better ta keep the riff-raff in line than the Sensation Sans? Sure does a good job ‘round ‘ere, doesn’ he?” Grabbing the application, she shook her head, torn between annoyed, amused, and thoughtful.

After she left, the brothers regarded each other silently. “Think she’ll do it?” Papy asked, and Sans shrugged.

“Don’t know,” he said.

“Think she should?”

Another shrug. He dipped his finger in his tea and used the water to trace patterns on the lacquered wood. “Papy?”

“Yeah, bro?”

“…do you think things can get better? Or is this…is this the best we can hope for?”

To his surprise, his brother’s face split into a wide, genuine grin. “Aw, darlin’. Things ain’t that bad, are they? We got each other. Got a roof overhead. Got plenty ‘a food. Things’re already better’n they were, right?” He scrubbed a hand over Sans’ skull, scratching at his coronal suture. He sat beside him and snatched up a teacake, wiping off the frosting with his finger before popping the cake into his mouth. When Sans just continued to trace patterns on the table, Papy pulled Sans’ chair beside his, draping an arm over his shoulders. “Wha’s on yer mind, little bro?”

He snuggled into Papy’s side, ready to cry. “I…I just. I hate this. I hate feeling so helpless. So small. Like…nothing I do matters.” Like a sweet-piece.

Papy’s brow-bone lifted. “Like nuthin’ ya do matters,” he echoed. Then, wiping off his hands, he drew Sans up and pushed him out of the kitchen. “C’mon. We’re goin’ on a field trip.”

Confused, Sans allowed Papy to guide him out into the snow. They passed a number of monsters as they went. Some of them leered at Sans, earning a vicious glare from Papy. Others waved and stopped for a moment, moving on when they realized Sans wasn’t in the mood to talk. Sans paused when they reached the shop, trying to figure out what Papy was up to. He didn’t protest when Papy brought him inside, though, or when he called out, “Heya! Anybody ‘ere?”

Bonny and Cinnamon—her kit—came in from the stockroom, grinning when they saw Papy and Sans. “Well, hello!” Bonny said, while Cinna ran over to hug Papy’s leg and beg Sans for a treat. “Cinna! Don’t be rude!” she chastised, but she was smiling. Looking at the two skeletons, she asked, “And how can I help you today?”

“Jus’ a social call,” Papy said, “Wan’ed ta know how it’s goin’ ‘round ‘ere. Any gossip fer me?”

A sly look crossed Bonny’s face, and she sidled closer to share what she’d heard. While they talked, Cinna took Sans’ hand and brought him to the box of toys Bonny kept under the counter for him. He was a pretty quiet kit, but he was happy to push his toys into Sans’ arms and tell him all about them. Sitting on the floor, Sans smiled gently, not fully able to understand what the kit was saying but happy to sit and listen, nodding as appropriate. Had Papy brought him here to cheer him up? He supposed talking to the little kit did make him feel somewhat better….

They didn’t stay long, going on to visit the Innkeeper and Grillby. The Librarbian got a visit too, as did the guards. All of them were pleased to see him, even if they glared at Papy or threatened him. Sans supposed it did cheer him up a little, talking to the people he’d gotten to know since his stay in Snowdin. He wasn’t really in the mood to talk, but their smiles did make him feel a bit better.

Finally, as they started for home, Papy asked, “So…still feel like nuthin’ ya do matters?”

Sans blinked, looking up at him. “I…uh? Y…yes?” He didn’t know what he was supposed to say, so he told the truth.

Shaking his head, Papy pushed open their door and brought him back inside. “Sans…think back, yeah? Months ago. Ya remember what it was like ‘round here when ya first arrived?” Slowly, he nodded, and Papy grinned. “Ya made a difference ta them, didn’ ya?”

Sans huffed, impatient. “That doesn’t count.”

“Oh? Why not?”

“Because—I’m not—I didn’t—I was just nice to them. That’s all.”

Scrubbing the top of his skull, Papy said, “Ya gave ‘em a friendly face. Food they could trust. A kind word. Ya gave ‘em sumthin’ ta believe in. Sumthin’ ta hope fer. ‘s jus’ a bunch ‘a little things, yeah. But they mean more’n ya think, bro. Mean a lot. Ta them…an’ ta me.” Kneeling down, he framed Sans’ face between his hands. “Long as yer ‘round, I’ll always believe things c’n get better.”

The words stunned him. He hadn’t even considered that such small things could mean anything. Chest hitching, he leaned into Papy and started to cry. “I-it’s so hard,” he said, forehead pressing into his brother’s chest. “Why’s it so hard?” Papy ran a soothing hand up and down his spine.

“I know,” he said, holding him close. “Hope hurts,” he said, chin resting on top of his skull, “but ‘s worth it. Promise, sweetheart. ‘S worth it.”

Sans wasn’t sure if he believed him. Not at that moment, at least. He simply allowed his brother to hold him, taking comfort from his solidity and strength. But the next time he went out to deliver cinnamon skulls, he took note of the smiles he received. The thanks. He saw the way the other monsters’ shoulders relaxed, how they invited him to stay and talk. Others still called him ‘sweet-piece’ as they passed, and Papy’s fierce glares wouldn’t ever quiet them. Sans chose to block it out, clinging to those little signs.

He wasn’t sure how to react when Undyne sent a messenger, ordering him to report for guard training. They’d only meant for that to serve as a ruse. A cover story. But it was nice, spending time with her. Sparring. Cooking. And talking about ways the Underground could change. Could be better. Could be different.

But his first real glimmer of hope came when—months later—King Asgore stepped down and allowed his son to take the throne. There was no mention of illness or Angel’s Fire. And when Sans next visited Undyne, he didn’t ask. But he accepted the stack of posters she passed him—slogans like ‘Spread love, not LOVE’ printed on bright backgrounds—with a smile.

“Your first order as an official guard-in-training,” she said, “is to post these around Snowdin. Think you can handle it?”

He saluted swiftly. “Absolutely, Captain!”

For the first time in a long time, Sans actually had hope that things could change for the better.

#sins of the past #twistfell #twist sans POV #twist papyrus #twist undyne #twist asgore

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skzfaker · 2 years

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SDNKJSD thank u! editing went extremely well and it's all done now! i think you will like it a lot :))))) or at least i hope u will! i queued it for december 24th at 11pm my time, which is EST (answering a question u asked later in the ask). you're 13 hours ahead of me rip lmao so that's noon on christmas for you. i figured that'll be a time where you're up but im also up bc im usually up decently late. glad u took naps! tis important or your health :') ehehe and thank u! i rly obviously enjoy horror fics. and actually, the evil pirates one is one of my favs. and you'll get to see it all on my masterlist when i am revealed 👀👀👀👀👀👀 there are a few fluffy fics but my Thing is definitely darker stuff PFFFF yeah i kinda messed him up </3 luckily it's a three part series in the plotline where i stole his vocal cords but he'll probably get them back. probably. oops. im a little evil to him but he's my absolute ult fav <3 i havent met ateez yet, so yeah, if i went to the concert that would be the first time! i'd let jongho know he's the Coolest for the entire concert, i'd be fully prepared to yell his name the entire time. he deserves it and yes, im in America :) EST and i've indeed made it home! ive been home since monday and it's saturday now so not even a week. i kinda miss it haha, i like having my independence and it sorta feels like high school again. but oh well, it's still nice to see the family and yes, i love swimming :) but i work at an indoor pool, i dont actually live near any beaches haha. beach guards have a lot more training and i dont know if i could ever get to their level haha. and as for knitting i am good at hats and scarves! i dont know how to make anything else so those are the two things i make. im almost done w my first scarf, very excited :) there was a period of time a few years ago where i'd Only make hats, so everyone in the family got a hat lmaooooo yes, i agree! i also generally just dont like longer hair like that. this might be a super controversial opinion but i dont like mullets 😳 there;s one (1) exception and it's hongjoong's (ateez) mullet right now, he looks like such a cool lead rock band singer! but basically all other cases im kinda like ://// eh. i think it's bc it's short in the front and then long in the back which i guess is what a mullet is, it's just not my favorite hair. tho ofc it's just hair, it grows back, it changes, whatever :) do u like them? i actually also enjoyed chan's cheeto hair lol. it's not my fav hair on him but i like shorter hair on idols so it was nice to see him like that. i think for fav looks tho, i love literally every style changbin has ever done. i definitely lean towards edgier looks lol me ulting the most Sensible and Proper Main Vocal so Changbin in district 9 was perfect for me - 🎅

ey sounds good! ...yeah i think i'll be up by noon already or maybe a bit after but AHH okay i'll be sure to read it ASAP so you can see me reblog it with a crapload of tags in real time. glad to know we're both part of the vampire club tho LOL - we can definitely talk to each other in real time.

wow. "probably". HAHAHAHA. you did say your expertise is horror - now i can see why (≧▽≦)

ohhh i hope you can go then! agh you have no idea how many times i could've met skz if only i joined stay earlier - both here and in japan. yes the regret is still eating me together with the absolute clownery that was my period of constantly saying "i'M nOt a StAy" go get your tickets!!

ah and EST is definitely something i'm used to working with. my manager actually lives within that timezone as well so i'm used to monitoring her work times (and wondering why she's still talking to me/still not asleep) d(ﾟｰﾟ@)

indoor pools are cool too! and i'm sure all the swimming is good exercise, plus you're getting paid (i assume LOL). HAHA that's another thing we have in common tho - i went through a hat-crocheting phase too. i feel like i don't know how to crocehet anymore tho...ah but good luck on the scarf!

oh yeah i'm with you - i'm not a fan of mullets either. no idea how it became a trend in kpop, but here we are. i have one exception to it too: felix, and it's mostly because of his face and the fact that his bangs are growing longer so his hair is kinda losing its mullet-ness. speaking of felix tho, it's his scalp i'm more concerned about...am i going crazy or was the only time he had his actual, natural dark hair was during predebut?

changbin does fit all his hairstyles so far tho. i can truly appreciate the bowl cut when he has it HAHAHA. i'm still a sucker for longer hair, but i can appreciate the short hairstyle more on some people.

...okay i feel like i rambled a lot in this response. you'll have to excuse me - i'm back to not blinking and there's too many holiday preparations to do (゜Д゜) hope everything's going smoother over there!!

#oh my GAHDHLKj i still have one more poster to finishhhh #skznta '21

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yourjughead · 6 years

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Little Bean

Sweet Pea

Warnings: Pure cute floof

A/N: Hadn't seen an idea like this so I just kind of ran with it, playing a lot with flash forwards and backs lately to make things interesting, let me know. This text block thing is killing me lately so I'm sorry a lot of speech isn't separated

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“Where the fuck is he?!”

“Would you please calm down I'm sure he's a very busy man Sweet Pea”

“Well he should be busy with us yn we should be top priority! I'm going to go find him!"

“Sweets the doctor will get here when he gets here, please calm down your rising blood pressure is causing my blood pressure to rise which isn't good for the baby” he went from pacing to collapsing to your bedside, clutching your hand with the iv digging into it.

“Do you need something honey?! Water? A pillow? A blanket? My jacket? That man in the lobbies jacket?” You laughed at your panicked husband.

��What I need is for you to please calm down!” you turned your hand so you could run the back of his instead, his eyes wild.

“You're right, it'll be grand”

“Of course it will, you're here with me”

“You're right again my gorgeous wifey, we're in this together...now where the fuck is that doctor!?” He jumped again from your side and you rolled your eyes, collapsing back on the plush off white pillow.

“There's probably other babies he's seeing to first Sweets”

“Well there isn't another baby as important as ours!” You smiled sweetly at your already proud husband and then watched him take off out the door.

After another hour or so Sweet Pea had practically hauled a doctor in off the ward by the throat, with you apologising the whole time.

“Hmm you seem to be at 10cm but the baby isn't coming? Nurse it's time to prepare for an emergency C-section”

“What what what?! Where are you taking my wife!” the medical team unlocked the bed from the wall and began wheeling you through the corridor with Sweet Pea still clutching your weakening hand.

Soon Sweet Pea was decked out in scrubs and you had just been decked from the morphine, you laid splayed out on the surgical table, a team of surgical personal like ants around you. A tarp placed in front of both you and Sweet Pea to shield the operation, Sweet Pea turning almost green.

“Babies almost here honey”

“Oh fab, we should go skiing sometime or hay maybe sky diving” he laughed at your drug induced words. Through the doctors scurrying and Sweet Peas gentle encouragement your baby was soon screeching into life. “Congratulations, it's a girl” they carefully handed her to her new dad. Sweet Pea looked at his little bean in his arms and was almost afraid he'd break her.

“She's so beautiful Pea”

“You're so beautiful ynn, I'm so lucky” tears came to his eyes as the nurse took her from him to be cleaned. He turned his attention back to you, rubbing your hand gently and kissing the top of your head as you were sewn back together.

“Thank you yn, thank you so much for our little bean.

5 years later.

“Come here you little terror!” Sweet Pea playfully chased your little girl around the island unit of your home.

“Hey be careful!” You laughed from the kitchen table. Sweet Pea collapsed on the seat next to you, totally out of breath. “We should have another ynn”

“Emm can we focus on the two we have first” you smiled down at the 6 month old baby boy asleep in your arms. Dressed in a little Serpent jacket from Uncle Fangs, he yawned before smacking his lips together, returning to his sleep. “Dad play!”

“In a second Evie, Dad needs a rest” he put a large hand to his quickened heart and you laughed at him.

“Can I play with Ryan?”

“Not yet Sweeties he's still too small and you're too strong” she seemed sad at first by your answer but then decided to take it as a good thing and continued running around.

Finally with the kids asleep in bed, Evie content with the two books Sweet Pea had read, the two of you laid in bed staring at the ceiling.

“Yn I love you so much” you rolled into his side.

“Really? Even after two kids?” You teased.

“Especially after two kids, mom's are hot” he kissed the top of your head smiling. “Not as hot as dad's"

“Oh talk mom to me” he laughed kissing your cheek.

“We need-to renew-the insurance” you managed between kisses.

“Keep going” he hummed with a goofy smile.

“Cut-the-grass-tomorrow- or I'm- leaving you” you smiled back before meeting ferociously, Sweet Peas leg just began to tangle with yours as a small voice came to the door.

“Dad I'm scared” you broke apart and rolled your eyes at each other before Sweet Pea sat up and called Evie over.

“It's okay little bean, dad will always protect you” he pulled her into his chest. You had tried time and time again to get Sweet Pea to stop leaving her sleep between you both but he really couldn't help it. He was putty in Evie's hands. She laid between you both but of course faced her Dad.

11 years later.

“Evie! I said no!"

“Dad! Im 16! I'm old enough to drive! Why can't I go away with my friends camping for the weekend!”

“Because I said so! And take off that Serpent jacket!”

“Ugh!!!!” She shrieked, ripping the jacket from her shoulders to reveal her crop top and stomping up stairs.

“And put on a poncho for Christ's sake!” He shouted after her.

“Dad you should just let her go, it'd be easier on all of our eardrums if your screeching Bean is appeased” Ryan collapsed on the couch in the den alongside you. “Don't you have homework to do?”

“Oh yeah, annoyed with the favorite so we're all punished” he pushed himself off the couch and sauntered into the kitchen.

“We don't have favourites Ryan” you called after him laughing.

“Sweets sit down” he sat as close as possible, cupping your hand in his.

“I think we should let her go” “Absolutely not”

“Why not though, we went camping together when we were 16”

“Exactly, reason number one why she's not going, how we spent our camping trips” you smiled at your husband while his eyes were fixed on the stairs.

“And about the Serpent jacket…”

“She's not joining them, I want her to be proud of her Serpent blood but that doesn't mean I want her to live it!”

“You have to let her make that decision herself Sweetie” “So you want her to die”

“Of course not!-” you hit him with the pillow “-but I know we've raised her strong and smart so I know she'll make the right decisions”

“im going to go talk to her” you nodded in agreement and he took off up the stairs. You snuggled down into the couch, enjoying the peace and quiet before-

“YN!!!! EVIE IS GONE! OH SHE IS SO GROUNDED!” he came flying down the stairs taking two steps at a time, ryan came running in.

“I get her bedroom after you kill her!”

“We are not going to kill her….okay you can have it” you winked before tying up your coat and helping Sweet Pea with his, his rage enabling him from buttoning it correctly.

2 years later.

“I get your room now you're leaving”

“Oh wow Ryan I'll miss you too” Evie ruffled her brother's hair, her suitcase in hand, standing in the kitchen doorway.

“College is going to be great sweetie”

“thanks mom” you gave her a hug, Sweet Pea stood behind you almost afraid to look. The doorbell went off behind him.

“Wait wait that's Dean, I'll get it!” She ran passed Sweet Pea, ripped open the door and leaped into the tall boys arms. You could hear Sweet Pea growl so you tentatively took his hand.

“So, you're the boy who thinks he's seeing my daughter”

“Emm em ye-yes sir” he put out his hand to shake Sweet Peas and you immediately thought what a mistake. Sweet Peas strength had Dean biting back tears.

“Well come on Dean! We better go before traffic gets bad. Bye everyone!” She hugged you and Ryan quickly before standing in front of Sweet Pea, Dean after running away with the bags.

“Bye Dad, love you, I'll be back at Christmas”

“i love you too little Bean” she kissed his cheek before leaving the porch for her new college life. The three of you stood in the doorway waving her off.

3years later

“Mom, Dean cheated on me!” Evie was sobbing down the phone. You however were secretly happy, the whole family having never liked Dean in the first place.

“It's okay Evie, you'll be okay sweetie”

“Is that my little bean?” He looked at your worried face and his face dropped the smile.

“Oh god what's wrong?!” he snatched the phone from your hand and repeated the question down the phone

“Dean cheated on me Dad!” Sweet Peas eyes grew wide and he handed a hysterical Evie back to you.

“Wait Sweets where are you going?”

“I need to handle something, Ryan! We have business to attend to son!”

6 years later

“Mom make dad stop crying” “Leave him alone sweetie, his little girl just got married”

“Oh please stop talking about it I'll be sobbing...again” he put his hand up to you, forcing his eyes off his little girl in a big white dress. You kissed your teary husband tenderly before persuading him to look at his gorgeous daughter.

“You look so lovely my little bean” “Thanks Dad” “SP! We're related now can you believe it!” “No Fangs, I really can't” his voice was dry and his tears were gone upon seeing Evie's father in law.

4 years later

“Do you need anything my little bean? Water? A pillow? A blanket?” “Dad I need you to calm down please, it won't make the baby come any faster” you sat by your daughter and laughed at her reply, Sweet Pea hadn't changed much in this regard.

“I have to go find the doctor it's time to get this baby out!” He paced, almost to the point he was wearing hole in the floor. Fangs arrived shortly and quickly joined Sweet Pea. “Ryan sends his love and will be home from college as soon as he can” you stroked your daughter's hair as she ended another contraction. “Excuse me but only the dad and new mom can be in here for the birth” the small nurse was more than half the size of Sweet Pea. “You have to let me stay! That's my daughter!”

“Come on Sweets” you kissed your daughters head before having to physically haul your husband out of the room. The three of you stayed out in that bright hall for more than 3 hours. Both you and Fangs taking opportunity to nap on Sweet Peas shoulders, Sweet Pea wired awake. Finally the little nurse came out and granted you access, Sweet Pea hurdling himself at the door.

You got to hold your granddaughter first, Fangs cooing over your shoulder, his son doing the same.

“I'm so proud of you little bean" he rubbed her hand before hugging his daughter. “Thanks Dad, for everything….you want to hold your granddaughter?” he nodded gently in reply. The miniscule baby was pried from your hands and gently settled in her granddad's arms.

“Hello there my little bean”

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Xx Chrissy.

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