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taetaespeaches · 3 years

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“Wanna know my favorite track?”

hoseok x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 1.4K

a/n: This is just Petal/reader helping Hobi relax and feel assured during the release night for Hope World back in 2018. They’re just being cute and in love and that’s really it. I hope you all enjoy and thank you for reading! :))

Only a quick few seconds passed after you knocked on the studio door before it swung open to reveal your boyfriend, wide-eyed with an even wider smile as he drank in the sight of you.

Forgetting about the bottle of champagne in your hand for a moment, and your purpose for showing up at his studio, you allowed yourself to be momentarily distracted by his stunning grin, and his pretty hair, and the cozy bright colored garments that adorned his perfect frame.

“Happy Hope World release day!” You cheered, still slightly preoccupied by him, slowing lifting your arms up to show the bottle of champagne in one hand as the other easily draped over his shoulder. “Wow, you’re pretty,” you complimented to the man’s delight. Hoseok’s arm slid around your waist as the other held the door open, both of you standing directly in the doorway, his lips pressing to yours almost hastily. The action was full of excitement and anxiousness and relief, and you happily accepted it, slowing his movements with the easy reply from your own lips.

Placing his forehead to yours as his hand soothed along your lower back, you played with the hairs that hung at the nape of his neck. To anyone else, you would have looked like a couple simply taking in each other’s presence after a long day at work, and you were; but you were also studying him carefully, gaging his emotions on this much anticipated day.

It was a small sigh, the breath that left his lips just barely brushing over your own, but it was enough to give away his nerves. “Hey,” you called for his attention gently, dipping your head just slightly to catch his gaze. “What do you say we crack this open and celebrate you and your incredible music?”

Hoseok’s eyes bounced from your eyes to your mouth to see you flashing him a small, comforting smile, his lips curving upward in response. “Get in here,” he told you through his grin, tugging you inside the studio and letting the door clasp shut behind you both.

The man was collected, but the way he stood by his chair, unaware of how to proceed with the evening gave you more indication of his nerves. Smiling fondly at him, you placed the champagne bottle on his desk before grabbing his hips, standing in front of him, smirking at his expectant features.

“Sit down, Sunshine,” you told him gently, pushing him into the chair, the man slipping into the seat reluctantly. “Just relax, you’re supposed to be enjoying this,” you told him, spinning his chair so it faced the computer screen where the mixtape was displayed.

“I am enjoying it,” he mumbled. “I think,” he added with a small chuckle.

Wrapping your arms around him from behind the chair in a sort of back hug, your hands resting at his chest as your chin sat atop of his, you pouted. “What’s going on, my love? What are you thinking?”

As he sighed, you listened intently as you awaited his stream of thoughts. “I am excited,” he assured you, and himself. “And I am proud.”

“As you should be,” you interjected, the man letting out a light laugh in response.

“It’s just, I wanted to put this out there so badly, and now I’m just-” he paused thoughtfully, you waiting patiently for him to continue. “Worried.” He finished. “I’m so worried.”

Kissing the top of his head, your lips appreciating the soft texture of his tendrils, your thumb soothed over the top of his pectoral. “Aw, Hoseok,” you mumbled against his hair. “That’s perfectly understandable,” you assured him, the man humming in response. “But it’s also misguided and silly,” you told him a bit bluntly, your boyfriend letting out a single breath of laughter.

“What do you mean?” He questioned curiously.

“You’re worried you won’t live up to some standard, but you set your own standard, Sunshine. There is no golden mark to hit or some arbitrary goal to accomplish,” you explained, Hoseok’s hands reaching up to hold onto your forearms. “You already achieved the goal; you’re releasing the mixtape.”

Nodding at your words, you smiled as you pressed yet another kiss to the top of his head. “You’re nervous because you poured your heart into this project, and that’s scary,” you told him, a tone of understanding lacing your words. Lowering your lips to his ear, you left a lingering peck to the shell of it. “But that’s also why this mixtape is so fucking good,” you whispered with a sense of surety and bluntness that Hoseok loved to hear from you.

Giggling at your comment, he turned his face toward yours, his eyes bouncing around your features with a renewed hopefulness. “How good?” He questioned teasingly, feigning an air of arrogance that you would have mistaken as genuine if it had been a year and some odd months earlier.

“So fucking good,” you emphasized your compliment with a smirk, Hoseok giggling as you locked your eyes on that bright smile that lit up your entire world. “Wanna know my favorite track?” You asked him, his eyebrows raising in surprise.

“Did you pick one?” He asked excitedly, as you had previously been unable to decide on just one favorite song.

“Well, it’s a tie,” you told him, the man chuckling as spun his chair so his body was facing yours.

“Between which ones?” He questioned, his gaze following you intently as you lowered yourself onto his lap, sitting across his legs as your arm secured itself behind the back of his neck.

“Piece of Peace and Blue Side,” you told him, his smile widening impossibly bigger, his eyes crinkled and adorable. “And Daydream,” you added, the man giggling. “Oh, and Hangsang, that one is fun,” you continued. “And of course Hope World is tied too,” you nodded to yourself as your boyfriend dropped his forehead to your shoulder, his hand squeezing the side of your thigh teasingly. “Oh my god and Baseline!” you kept on, Hoseok groaning jokingly.

“I thought you actually picked a favorite,” he complained through his grin, his head lifting from your shoulder as he shot you an affectionate stare.

“Don’t forget about one of my very favorites, Airplane,” you said through your smile. “It’s definitely tied for my top song,” you giggled as Hoseok pressed his mouth to yours in an effort shut you up, but also simply just to kiss you.

“I’m supposed to be the obnoxious one,” he noted, mumbling against your mouth as you kissed him back eagerly. He was referencing your habit of jokingly calling him obnoxious, an affectionate call back to your first meeting.

“Not tonight,” you told him, your hand positioned on his cheek as you smiled at him, your faces still close enough that your noses grazed each other. “Tonight, you’re perfect,” you complimented, Hoseok giggling at the cheesy comment.

“Just tonight?” He teased, triggering a breathy chuckle from you.

“Mhmm,” you joked in reply. “And I’m your obnoxiously proud girlfriend. Just for tonight,” you added. “I’m always proud, and I’m always your girlfriend, but my obnoxiousness is exclusive to tonight,” you grinned, Hoseok laughing fondly.

“You think your obnoxiousness is reserved for just tonight?”

“Mhmm,” you confirmed with a fake cockiness.

“You’re never obnoxious any other time?” He questioned in disbelief, you simply nodding confidently. “Aww Petal,” he cooed, “that’s so cute, talk about silly and misguided,” he commented through a small smile, you rolling your eyes teasingly just as he pressed his lips to yours once again.

Deepening the kiss, you reveled in the feeling of his lips against yours, the affection and love that you felt for him swirling in a delicious mix that you swore you could taste on the tip of his tongue. Maybe Hoseok just tasted like love, as he embodied the word and all its meanings. Hoseok was love.

“Thank you for being here,” he told you sincerely making you pull away to look into his eyes.

“Hobi,” you breathed out. “Of course I’m here, where else would I be?”

Giving you a knowing smile, you watched as his eyes glistened with overwhelming gratitude and relief. “I know but still,” he gave you a tight smile as he held back his emotions. “Thank you.”

“Stop it, you’ll make me cry,” you told him with a smile as your own eyes filled with proud, happy tears.

Giggling at you, he pretended to fan your face to dry your bubbling emotion, causing you to throw your head back in laughter. Grabbing his hand, you clasped your fingers over his own, holding the limb comfortingly.

As your laughter died down, it was just you and Hoseok, sitting in easy silence, despite the giddy atmosphere. Leaning forward, you pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek. “Play your mixtape for me, Sunshine,” you beamed. “I want to hear my favorite song.”

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skipps-writes-for-gojo-satoru · 3 years

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Someone made an incredible animation of the scene in hidden inventory where Gojo gets screamed at by teen girls fawning over him, and it's beautiful ✨

https://youtu.be/5l9_O51-YYs

Also, it highlights my previous point that when Gojo's confronted by women flirting with him, he doesn't really do... Anything. He's just chill about it. And the little °^° face he makes and the little confused "hm?" from the manga panel in the beginning could indicate that Gojo might not be hit on by girls as often as we think- Jujutsu sorcerers are busy and have even their time off interrupted on the regular. Other than being mildly amused, we don't see Gojo actively bask or pursue attention from women (other than Utahime ofc, which could be because she's as straight-laced as Nanami).

The little content smile he gives at the end basically says it all: Gojo enjoys the attention, but most likely isn't interested in pursuing anything more than that, including sexual relations (with more reasons from my previous posts).

I could see Gojo being the type to allow himself to appreciate just a bit of affection from random women he encounters on missions and then casually walking off with a lazy wave of his hand- just like he did with Miwa.

The man's on a mission (literally) with the goal to change the world. Virgin Gojo is very possible seeing how unaffected he is by women throwing themselves at him- or at least, he allows himself a moment to enjoy the attention but is quick to dismiss the thought from his mind to focus on his duty.

Honestly, non virgin Gojo is still possible, but unless we see Gojo actually show interest or actively flirt with someone (which seems unlikely), we may never know. To me, analyzing Gojo with his interactions with other characters (not his antics) makes me think it's more likely Gojo is a virgin than not, simply bc the argument for Gojo being a non virgin is his looks and immaturity (or his act of immaturity, we know Gojo thinks in a much more complex way than he lets on) which I'd argue is not an accurate description of his character, because that's only a part of it, and is in fact only what Gojo shows on the surface. And there's plenty of reasons why his lifestyle would make such getaways difficult. Also, Gojo's lack of enthusiasm for it. Gojo allows girls to fawn over him, but he hardly stokes the fire more than just taking off his glasses when they asked him to.

If Gojo was more like Osamu Dazai from Bungou Stray Dogs who flirts with every women he sees, I would have an easier time believing he would not be a virgin, but his lifestyle, behavior, and even his Six Eyes and his goal makes me think he wouldn't choose to constantly go on small getaways like that. Personally, I'd say Gojo spends more of his time plotting and maximizing his efforts on recreating Jujutsu Society.

Really, when Gege said he couldn't see Gojo being faithful to a woman could be because he's already committed to his job. Not because he's out womanizing, but even because the type of woman he'd commit to is so rare. And even if he did find a woman he'd commit to, being the ENTP he is means he's incapable of immediately recognizing and acting on his emotions- not because he doesn't have them, but because they're not really his forté. He'd rather rationalize his behavior than attempt to understand his own feelings. It'll take time and patience, but Gojo committing is still a possibility.

Honestly, I'd like to hear why people would think Gojo's a cheater/womanizer to begin with? Besides him teasing Utahime, Gojo's been pretty respectful to Shoko and Mei Mei. He even complimented and recognized Mei Mei's strength as a sorcerer. He didn't flirt once with the hoard of girls fawning over him. In fact, he was quick to focus on his mission despite the attention. I don't think Gojo's ever even teased Shoko about anything (other than commenting on her terrible way of explaining things, which is more of a fact than teasing). Though, correct me if I'm wrong.

Also, I haven't mentioned Riko much in previous posts and idrk why lol. But while Gojo is dominated by logical thinking, he's emotionally inept enough to notice Riko's mood. He may seem cold in how he comforted her by saying he'd leave her behind, but it's more of his ENTP personality that has him expressing his emotions in a more objective manner- even if it hurts, it's the truth, and that's fine isn't it? (Typical ENTP way of thinking).

Also slight tangent I read that one long meta about Gojo's interaction with Riko someone linked, and I'm completely appalled that they would think Gojo is only "pretending" to have emotions, "mimicking" them even! That he's incapable of truly feeling when in fact it's inherently characteristic of any ENTP to express themselves in a way that, to others, would be considered "cold" and unempathetic. It just goes to show just how misunderstood ENTPs are. They only make up 3% of the world so are often confused for socios/narcs/psychos which is understandable-

But I wanna make one thing clear: all sociopaths could be considered ENTPs. But not all ENTPs are sociopaths. (Switch Socio with psycho/narc/etc and it still works). Why?

Purpose.

Arrogance, boastfulness, unrefined emotional sensitivity, recklessness, impulsiveness- all of those fall below the importance of Purpose. Regardless of how Gojo "acts," it's been expressed time and time again- Gojo acts for the sake of the next generation. Sociopaths/Antisocial Personality Disorder/Psychopaths have one most common defining starting point: "it all starts with cruelty to animals and lack of response to their own actions, or actions of other people."

Let's make it more simple: regardless of whatever end of the spectrum sociopathy can be- high functioning, low functioning- antisocial personality disorder, in it's most simple terms, along with psychopathy and narcissism, condensed into one common trait is very clear: Their actions, while easily blendible into society, are for the sole purpose of pleasuring themselves.

Why don't people notice those with these disorders? Because their *behavior* is so similar to not just the typical ENTP, but also the ISTP AND ESTP. They can easily be mistaken for common members of society, but again: their sole purpose is the pursuit of pleasure themselves, while acting with complete disregard for the consequences of not just their own actions but others'. Staying in one job for extended periods of time is especially rare for a sociopath in particular, and this is one very clear difference between Gojo and a sociopath.

Gojo is willing to spend the rest of his life as a Jujutsu Sorcerer for the sake of others. This sentence alone defies any inclination that he could be a sociopath regardless of any other symptoms commonly associated with sociopathy, such as emotional insensitivity, hostility, risk taking behavior, lack of restraint, and impulsivity- there's a reason such people blend in with society, and that's because such symptoms are common with *any* person, regardless of personality type. Other than with the higher ups, Gojo hardly shows the anger, irritability, or general discontent that a sociopath is most commonly is associated with as their established mood - and even if he did, would being easily irritatable while in the position of the Strongest, the one who carries the burden of establishing a new future of Jujutsu Society on his shoulders alone be so unrealistic? That is why Purpose is so important.

If Gojo truly was a Sociopath, he would have dipped long before Jujutsu Kaisen had even started.

And I apologize for yet another tangent! Someone said Gojo sees his students as weapons or tools to be used in furthering his agenda. While that is not necessarily untrue, the implication is hardly close to reality. Like someone else commented, Gojo goes far and beyond for his students. While he is undoubtedly lacking in his ability to show affection in the most traditional of ways, it's clear that Gojo cares for his students-and others- deeply, whether that be when he went to see Yuta on his business trip to ensure Yuji would be safely taken care of in his absence, when he goes out of his way to personally supervise his students, when he willingly spends a whole day with Nanami just to ask him to mentor Yuji for him (in the Light Novel) regardless of Nanami's disdain, when he turned his Infinity off to allow Yaga to punish him (Gege made it clear in the manga that Gojo had done so to be a good role model for his students and that he recognizes his behavior deserves punishment), and when Gojo commented that he didn't want to think any of his students would be the traitor. Gojo does not express himself as most people do- he's only one of the most misunderstood personality types (on record, along with a few other personalites if you've researched them) and to say people have misinterpreted his character is much more plausible when even in real life, people who behave like Gojo are statistically reported to be misapprehended more often than more populated personality types. When inspected closely, there are so many ways Gojo himself expresses his care for other people, only hidden thinly behind the surface of his lofty attitude and uncaring demeanor. It only takes a few looks at his behavior, not his mouth, to recognize how much he goes out of his way for his students, doing he things that don't necessarily help further his agenda simply because he wants to, not because he has to. Changing the world isn't even something the average person would strive to do, yet Gojo makes it his life goal to accomplish. How could a heartless, emotion mimicking person possibly endure the strife necessary to accomplish such a task? It's appalling.

Gojo is more charitable than most people on the earth, simply because of the perseverance and diligence he takes to withstand the stress and hardships of Jujutsu Society for others. Remember that he chose to become the Strongest, it didn't happen overnight, and in becoming the Strongest, he carries the heaviest burden.

That's without mentioning that even though Gojo is the Strongest, and while to most he seems to proudly state so, it's clear that despite Gojo's antics, he recognizes his weaknesses as a sorcerer and is able to rely on others to make up for them. He had asked Nanami to mentor Yuji because he acknowledged his own flaws as a teacher and that Nanami would have a better capacity than him in that area (in Light Novel). He travelled to see Yuta to ask him to care for Yuji in case something happened to him- and Gojo knows that it's possible that he could be defeated somehow, someway. He's not so deluded to think he's untouchable, even despite his playfulnesses. He is always thinking ahead, calculating his next move while understanding his own shortcomings, acting prudently to ensure a better future.

He is a much deeper and complex character if one only takes the time to look past his antics and analyze his behavior- Something many people in real life seem to miss, and that is the true reason why Gojo struggles to commit.

Sorry for the long tangent and repetitiveness in the beginning lol! Back to the main issue!

Tl;dr there's more evidence of Gojo being a virgin who's more focused on work than pleasure. There's plenty of handsome men who don't seek out sex for reprieve but seek mental stimulation instead for relief. It's totally normal. Gojo could even spend his free time playing video games. He did admit to spending long hours beating 99 years of Momotarou Dentetsu to Geto. He's a gamer, and we know how gamers are commonly known for being virgins lol. Gojo could even be asexual for all we know. He could even be demisexual- someone who doesn't pursue sexual pleasure unless he's made an emotional connection with then. He doesn't necessarily have to even be straight or bi. Therefore, Gojo is very likely to be 28 year old virgin, and there's nothing wrong or strange about that.

Sources: ENTP articles, statistics on mbti rarity, other mbti articles, some quick Google searches, articles on sociopathy, psychopathy, narcissism, and antisocial disorders, etc, the manga, light novels, other metas in threads I remember reading, the anime, graphic organizers

Thanks for reading! 🙏

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AHHHH CAN I JUST SAY THE ANIMATION IS DAMN GOOD 🔥🔥🔥 this scene in the manga is absolutely iconic prepare yourselves for season 2 😤 I literally had to stop the video and stare at him...I think one of the reasons Gojo behaved that way is becuz during childhood he probably didn't go out and be around people hence his confused reaction with the screaming teens. I mean everyone enjoys being complimented and getting attention from time to time and gojo is not an exception to this. Yes I definitely agree that when Gege said that he probably meant he's too busy for a relationship. The way it was translated made alot of people confused hence the player/cheater gojo was born. But then also the remember the comment he made when Gojo won the popularity poll? "Pick Nanami instead" ahhh hilarious

MY GAWD 🤔 ANON CAN I JUST SAY THAT YOU'RE AMAZING?! You explained in a way that easy to understand and you made statements backing it up with evidence. I learned from your ask than I ever did in university 😂 wow its truly fascinating though I never knew much personality types especially ENTPs I DON'T BELIEVE FOR ONE SEC GOJO IS A SOCIOPATH OR PSYCHOPATH fight me if you do. Exactly exactly just as anon said "He is a much deeper and complex character if one only takes the time to look past his antics and analyze his behavior." I COULDN'T AGREE MORE 😤 thank you so much for once again educating the community I'm a fan of you 🤔 anon ❤

#gojo discussions #virgin or not?#gojou satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #skipps chat

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amatchinwater · 3 years

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Did a little thing for Day 2 of Stackson Week 2021!

Day 2: Trapped together

Pairing: Stackson

Warnings: underage drinking

Word count: 2709

Rating: teen and up

Ao3 link

Stiles knew it was a bad idea to have a party at Lydia’s lake house in the middle of hurricane lever rain and a goddamn flood warning. What’s even worse is he’s the first person to show up! Lydia herself isn’t even here yet. The banshee was kind enough to tell him where they put the hide-a-key so he could get in and out of the storm. Scott and Isaac aren’t picking up or answering his texts. If they’re not here because they’re too busy fucking and Stiles has to be here soaked and alone, he’s going to kill them.

When Stiles gets in the house, he stomps his shoes on the mat to not track in any mud. Lyds would castrate him for that, so he takes them off just to be safe. Slipping out of his jacket, Stiles hangs it on the hook, careful not to let it drip anywhere other than the little rug underneath it. The house is empty and eerily dark. Then again, why wouldn’t it be? He’s the only fucking one here. Making his way into the kitchen, Stiles’ preturbrance only grows.

It doesn’t even look like the place is meant to house a party in the next twenty minutes. Nothing is set up. There isn't a single bag of chips or other snacks on the counter. No pizzas and sandwich platters like her birthday. A keg is not beside the island either. Just two bottles of wine with a sticky note that reads-

“Have fun?”

Oh my god! Stiles jumps and flails, nearly knocking the bottles over on the counter.

“What kind of fucking game is she playing?” Jackson snatches the note, rereading it before flicking it back towards the island.

Still clutching his wildly beating heart, Stiles gasps, “could you maybe announce yourself next time?” He collects himself- mostly. “Not all of us have your little wolf senses. You almost gave me a heart attack, you fuck.”

Jackson snorts and almost playfully bumps him with his shoulder. “Not my fault you left the front door unlocked, Stilinski.”

Fuck this. “I’m leaving.” Stiles stalks back towards the front door, yanking his jacket off the hook and grabbing his shoes. Whipping the open the door, the teen groans loudly, dropping his head back, “you’ve got to be kidding me!”

“What are you bitching about now?” The wolf steps beside him and looks outside, his eyes widen drastically. “Holy shit!”

The lake has officially overflown since they’ve shown up and the driveway is at least three inches deep with water. Jackson’s care looks like it’s barely capable of surviving if it gets too high. Stiles almost cares enough to wonder if they should move it. This fucking storm! Now he’s stuck here with nowhere to go. Yes, he has a jeep, but the road out is no doubt a muddy mess that even Roscoe can’t navigate.

Closing the door and putting his clothes back where they were, Stiles whines, “why would she pick today to do this?” Thinking about the weather his dad forced him to watch this morning. Most cities were calling in downed power lines and massive branches flying through the streets.

She knew this storm was coming. So much so that Lydia even reminded him to wear his boots rather than his sneakers. “I guess I better call Scott, tell him not to come. No use in him getting stuck in the woods like this.” Sures, having his best friend here would make this exceptionally better. But Stiles doesn’t want to break up any fights between a stir crazy Jackson and Isaac. Fishing in his pocket, Stiles pulls out his phone and smashes the call button in annoyance.

“Stiles, hey. I’m sorry I did-” Scott answers on the second ring only to be cut off by Stiles.

“I don’t care if you and Isaac were fucking,” Jackson chuckles at his jab. “Don’t come to Lydia’s. The lake flooded and now Jackson and I can’t leave.”

“Okay,” Scott draws out the word and if Stiles wasn’t mistaken sounds a little confused. Jackson’s brows knit together at the response too. Okay, so it did sound weird then. “I’m sorry you’re stuck there, dude. But maybe this will be a good thing?”

Is he serious? “How the fuck is it supposed to be a good thing to be stuck in a goddamn house with someone who hates my guts?” Stiles’ hand slaps his thigh in exasperation. Not to mention the asshole in question was hotter than hell fire and makes it incredibly hard to be in the same room with him. Not thinking about that when Jackson can smell his chemosignals.

“Well,” Scott drawls, “you did say you had a crush on him.” Stiles blanches and goes stalk still, forgetting how to fucking breathe. Jackson snorts beside him. Stiles is going to kill Scott. “Oh my god! He’s right next to you, isn’t he?”

“I hate you so much right now.” Stiles makes a point to stare at the floor and not at the shuffling wolf beside him. “Well, thanks for getting me killed. Great best friend job, truly. See ya probably never, Scotty.” He promptly hangs up before Scott can answer.

“So,” Jackson purrs and Stiles can’t help but turn and face the wolf. His arms are crossed from where he leans against the wall, one foot propped behind him. Jackson’s face holds that stupid, sexy, douchbag smirk, “you like me?”

He’s not even going to entertain that. Stiles squints at him with his mouth slightly parted. It only makes Jackson chuckle. “I need a drink,” Stiles uses every ounce of self control not to literally run away and back into the kitchen. Sifting through the drawers until he finds the corkscrew, Stiles grabs a bottle. Once the cork is out- that actually had already been opened- Stiles could give fuck all about a glass. He takes a sip directly from the bottle, regretting it at the extensive bitter taste of wolfsbane.

Clearly that one’s for Jackson. He’s courteous enough to slide the wine across the island when Jackson is back in the room. The wolf stares at him as his lips wrap around the mouthpiece and drinks from it, not giving a damn to wipe it after Stiles’ drank first. The other boy just watches before his brain recovers and he opens his own bottle. Setting the cork and opener aside, Stiles grabs the wine and leaves the wolf in the kitchen to go sit in the living room where Lydia keeps the playstation.

Plopping on the couch, Stiles lets himself sink into the cushion and takes several swigs. Actually rather enjoying the slight burn and the warmth that quickly settles in his belly. He can very easily just sit here and watch tv like Jackson doesn’t even exist. Stiles can go to literally anywhere else to be away from the wolf if need be. He cannot believe that Jackson found out he likes him.

Fucking Scott.

It takes a few minutes for Jackson to join him. Stiles already has Supernatural playing and has killed a good third of his wine before the wolf is sitting next to him. Like right next to him. One nervous leg bounce and their thighs or knees will touch. Seriously? Lydia has two couches, a chaise lounge, and two armchairs in her living room. So why is he so close?

Scratch that initial thought. There’s like six other rooms in this big ass house that Jackson could’ve gone to. Why here? Stiles drinks more.

Jackson takes another small sip, looking like he’s barely drank anything from his own bottle before saying, “I have a secret to tell you.”

He fights the eyeroll only just, “what information could you possibly have that I would care about?” Amber eyes stay glued to the flat screen.

“I don’t hate you, Stiles.”

“Oh?” He asks with mock interest. Even though there’s something tickling at his heart that Jackson didn’t call him ‘idiot’ or ‘Stilinski’. He can’t allow himself to fall for the wolf’s tricks. He won’t let the rug get yanked out from under him.

“Quite the opposite actually.”

Stiles snorts and turns to make some smart ass retort. But his ‘yeah right’ gets stuck on his tongue finding Jackson’s face mere inches from his own. He gulps. Clearing his throat, Stiles takes a big sip before putting his bottle on the small table beside him. Too fuzzy and warm to process this, Stiles scooches until he’s pressing against the armrest.

Jackson also places his bottle on the coffee table before sliding closer. Forcing Stiles to half turn into the couch while the wolf puts an arm on either side of him, completely encasing Stiles. “I like you,” he presses further, “a lot.” Jackson leans in until their noses brush, “tell me if you want me to stop.”

Blame the wine. Blame his hormones for not wanting him to stop. Hell, blame everyone and everything, Stiles included. But he does have a massive crush on Jackson. Even though he knows damn well that he shouldn’t. The guy’s a prick. He has no problem letting people know that he’s better than them. Making damn sure to flaunt his money too. As if that makes him hotter or something. It doesn’t.

No, it’s the icy blue eyes that make Stiles want to learn their secrets and harvest the knowledge. The wolf’s stupid jaw that’s perfect and Stiles just wants to bite it. He;s seen Jackson naked numerous times- thank you locker room shower’s forgotten concept of privacy. But god damn, when Jackson smiles- not his asshole smirk, but genuine smile- Stiles’ lungs and knees forget how to function. Despite his actions earlier, the teen is actually pretty happy to be stuck here.

Only acting as though he hates Jackson because he was simply following the wolf’s lead. His eyes flick to Jackson’s bottle of wine- its contents too hard to see in the dark green glass from this distance- and back to hooded baby blues. There’s only two reasons Stiles can believe that this is actually happening right now.

Jackson’s drunk. Because Stiles doesn’t understand the extent in which wolfsbane affects werewolf's tolerance. Which would mean the ex-kanima has no idea what he’s doing and should go sleep it off. Stiles hopes it’s this because the latter is just too painful.

Jackson’s fucking with him. Surely he doesn’t have actual feelings for Stiles. Maybe the wolf found out he’s bi and wanted to tease him about it. Although, something tells him that Danny would murder Jackson if he ever found out. Still. This is Stiles. Lowest on the lacrosse totem pole and not the wolf’s best friend. Is Jackson that cruel though?

Beautiful, parted pink lips get closer, so Stiles whispers, “you’re just drunk,” and turns his head away, hoping that’s the case here. Waiting for the joke to play out.

“I’m really not.” Jackson reaches over to grab his drink. There’s maybe three sips missing when he dangles the bottle for proof. “See?” The wolf puts it back, returning with a smirk and a cocked brow, “now will you let me kiss you?” Jackson chuckles, it’s a breathy sound, but doesn’t make to move closer. Leaving it to Stiles.

He’s not falling for that trap. The prove-to-me-you-want-it-so-I-can-kick-you-down trap by making Stiles lean in. “So you’re fucking with me then?” He should’ve known better.

The other boy looks confused and a little offended. Jackson leans back farther, still sitting close, but no longer in Stiles’ personal space. He actually wants him to come back, but how could he ever tell the wolf that when this is just a game? “Why would I fuck with you about this?” Jackson’s voice is soft and full of so much emotion that Stiles almost believes him.

“Uh, because that’s what you do?” Stiles gestures wildly like it should have been obvious. “You’ve made it perfectly clear that we’re not even friends. You were literally my bully when we were kids. I don’t- and i-it only got worse when I developed a crush on Lydia. Which I get, she was your girlfr-”

“What’s not why I was a dick.” The wolf cuts him off with a shake of his head. Stiles squints an eye at him, mouth still hanging open from the word that didn’t finish. “I was jealous.”

“Why the fuck would you be jealous of me?” Stiles scoffs and Jackson ducks his head with a chuckle. “Lydia never even looked at me while you were together.”

Jackson flashes a bemused grin when he looks back, “I was jealous of Lydia, you idiot.” The name usually bitten out comes with a tone that suggests it’s meant to be a term of endearment.

“Oh, I’m so sorry that I wasn’t fawning over you like your little fan club, okay? My bad. You’re right, you’re incredibly hot and I should’ve stroked your ego by putting you some fucking pedestal-” Jackson swallows whatever other words and the surprised squeak from Stiles’ lips. He stares bug eyed at the wolf’s closed eyes. Jackson presses closer, his hand cupping the other boy’s cheeks while his tongue slides against Stiles’ bottom lip. Entrance isn’t given, he can’t really, Stiles is too shocked to do so.

The wolf pulls away, still holding Stiles’ face, “I didn’t care that you thought she was attractive.” Jackson drops a hand and lifts his hips, pulling one of Stiles’ legs until the human gets the massage and- for some fucking reason- lays on the couch. The wolf’s hips immediately settle into the space created and Stiles can feel just how much Jackson wants this. Him. “I wanted to be the one you had a crush on because of the massive one I have on you.”

That’s a lot to process. If Jackson liked him then- “why did you make my life hell?”

Jackson’s free hand falls to Stiles’ hip, rubbing softly and the other props himself on the armrest behind Stiles’ head. “I didn’t know how to handle the fact that I suddenly like guys. Well, a guy.” The wolf sighs, “Lydia knew and agreed to keep my secret as long as I needed her to. I’m sorry I treated you like that.”

Stiles has never seen him act so soft. Having Derek as an Alpha and a proper back must really be working for Jackson. It makes him charming in a way that his jerk persona never could. Being emotionally balanced and all that.

“I’m going to ask you one more time. And I’ll know if you’re lying. So don’t do me any favors and don’t hide from me either.” The warning is evident. Don’t say it and not mean it. And don’t mean it but not day it. Otherwise he’ll walk. “Will you please, let me fucking kiss you?”

Stiles fists his fingers in the wolf’s shirt- half expecting Jackson to snap at wrinkling his expensive clothes- to push him away or pull him closer, the other boy really doesn’t know. Until his arm moves of its own volition and Jackson’s mouth gets drawn to him.

The wolf chuckles against his lips, “finally.” The hand on his hip grips tighter and the other comes back to his jaw. Jackson tilts his head up to deepen the kiss. Jackson kisses like he wants to swallow Stiles whole. Maybe he does. Maybe Stiles would let him. Panting he pulls away again, and the other teen bites back a whine. “I have one more question and then I promise I’ll shut up.”

The human playfully rolls his eyes, “what is it?”

“Be with me.” Jackson states. Stiles cocks his head to the side with a chuckle, that wasn’t really a question. But his heart skips a beat nonetheless at the implication of the wolf’s words. “Will you be my boyfriend?”

Stiles is nodding before the request is completely out of Jackson’s beautiful face. “Fuck yeah, dude.” The wolf breathes out a laugh at the ridiculousness. “Now just kiss me. Please?”

“Whatever you want,” Jackson grins and presses his body in further, claiming Stiles’ lips as his own.

Stiles is now stupidly happy about this storm locking them in Lydia’s lake house. He got a boyfriend out if.

#stackson #stiles stilinski #jackson whittemore #stiles x jackson #teen wolf #ao3 fic #stacksonweek2021

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mylittlemystery · 3 years

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Tongue Tied

Summary: for someone who usually had such a way with words, it was a rare occurrence for Gundham to find himself at a loss for them.

A/N: I have a total of three brain cells remaining, and all of them have been starving for some ‘lee Gundham content.

Sonia glanced up from her book when she felt the mattress dip beside her, and a warm smile graced her lips once she recognized it was none other than her boyfriend. “Gundham!” she chirped as she marked her place and set the book aside on her nightstand. Reading could wait until later - spending time with her lover was much more important. “How can I help you?”

Surprisingly enough, Gundham was rather quiet. He wasn’t usually one to actively seek out physical affection, so this situation was already strange enough as it is. He rubbed his forearm rhythmically, multicolored eyes taking up a striking interest in the wrinkled bed sheets beneath them, and his typically pale skin almost looked like it had been airbrushed with a baby pink hue. “U-um,” he muttered under his breath, already quiet words muffled even further by the large scarf covering his mouth.

Sonia’s previously cheerful expression melted into one of careful concern, and she scooted her body closer to the other’s after a moment’s hesitation. “Gundham? Is something the matter?” she inquired softly before resting a palm atop his bandaged hand. “If there’s something bothering you, you can always tell me…”

“N-no!” Gundham exclaimed with a sudden ferocity as he snatched his hand away. Immediately realizing that he had raised his voice a little too much, he recoiled back into himself like a wounded puppy. “It’s nothing like that,” he elaborated in a much gentler tone than before. “It’s just...I...I just…”

Sonia found herself at a loss for words for a moment as well - she had never seen the ordinarily prideful man in such a state. She knew that it was impolite to pry, but she couldn’t bear the thought of leaving the other like this. “Just what?” she echoed softly, raising a hand to cup one of those flushed cheeks.

Gundham flinched ever so slightly at the unannounced physical contact, but he made no move to stop his lover’s advancements. “W-would you…” It wasn’t that he had wanted to pause - rather, it was as if his very voice had been abruptly ripped away from him. Damn it...he was feared by countless beings, both mortal and supernatural alike! He shouldn’t be so easily overcome by such a harmless request! “...Would you perform that mortal ac-activity with me again?” he finally managed to choke out.

Sonia blinked obliviously, taking a minute to recall the events the two had participated in during the past week. “Do...do you mean tickling…?”

Judging by how red the other’s face grew at the mere mention of the word, it appeared that her shot in the dark had landed. “If...if that’s what you call it, yes,” Gundham murmured, seemingly trying to bury his head in the protective cocoon his scarf provided.

It was safe to say that Sonia’s heart melted at this downright adorable reaction, and a tender grin spread across her mouth. “Aw, of course I can!” she gushed without truly meaning to - seeing her boyfriend like this was just too cute for her to handle. “There’s no need for you to be so embarrassed over something like that.”

“F-foolish girl! An Overlord such as myself does not fall prey to such trivial enchantments!” Gundham insisted in an attempt to recover some of his lost ego, but it wasn’t very convincing when he still couldn’t bring himself to make eye contact with the other.

Clearly, Sonia didn’t buy the act (if her bubbly giggle was anything to go off of, that is). “Alright then! Lie down so we can do this properly!” she instructed merrily as she gave his chest a delicate prod.

Gundham did as he was told, face practically turning into a radiator with how much heat was pouring off it, laying on his back with his arms crossed like a little beetle stuck on its shell. His legs began fidgeting ever so slightly, feet toying with the top sheet beneath them anxiously. It was clear he was nervous, but not in the typical manner one might expect; this was a giddy sort of nervousness, one a child might experience when playing tag with their friends.

Sonia definitely wasn’t going to take this opportunity for granted, and she took some time to relish in the sight presented before her. The Forbidden One was as red as a tomato, his gaze focusing anywhere but on her own, and his normally carefully guarded body was being offered to her like the greatest gift she ever could have imagined. It made a sense of immense humility blossom within her heart; she felt absolutely honored to be trusted by the other to this extent. Finally, figuring she had kept him waiting long enough, she slipped her hands underneath his shirt and began skittering her well kept nails along the seldom touched flesh.

It didn’t take long at all for Gundham to burst into a flurry of tiny titters, his hands instinctively lowering themselves to push at those of his lover. “Nnnnnh! G-guhuhuhahahaaa!” His smile was much softer than his ordinary sneer, closed eyelids wrinkling at the corners with forced mirth, and his laugh sounded much lighter as well.

“You have such a wonderful laugh, Gundham,” Sonia gushed without really realizing it. “I’m so happy you’ll let me see you like this...all giggly and flustered!” A few giggles of her own mingled with those of her lover’s as she watched his plethora of reactions, her fingers continuing their devious dance along the expanse of quivering flesh.

Gundham didn’t think it was possible for his face to grow any redder than it already was, but this line of complimenting proved him sorely mistaken. He turned to bury his head into one of the many pillows beneath him, hoping that this would succeed in hiding his atypical demeanor, but all this did was result in the earlier scratches turning to gentle kneading. He barked out a laugh as he instinctually brought his knees to his chest, or, rather, into his beloved’s lower back.

Sonia clicked her tongue in mock chastise at this, shaking her head solemnly as if the other was nothing more than a particularly naughty pet. “Trying to hide yourself away from my claws?” she hummed as her formerly adoring smile morphed into one of a much more devious nature. She couldn’t help herself - she took a great fondness in teasing her brooding boyfriend to smithereens. “Silly dear...you know they’ll just find a way to keep on tickling~”

Gundham couldn’t hold back his yelp of surprise when he felt one of those dangerously long nails twirl inside his navel, and he fell into a bundle of chest shaking chortles. Words certainly seemed to hold an immense amount of power over him, what with his frantic clambering to hide his face behind his forearms, so it was no wonder that these sultry laden quips were making him feel weak in the knees. Still, he had to keep his composure. He wouldn’t dare surrender to something so light hearted!

“That’s right, love. Giggle all day!” Sonia cooed as she gradually let up on the area, her fingers idly tapping against the still quaking abdomen. “My goodness, you’re all aflush! I suppose not even the Supreme Overlord of Ice is a match for the Tickle Monster…”

...On second thought, he was surely going to die here. Swallowing down the antsy lump in his throat, Gundham affixed the best glare he could manage given the circumstances against those icy blue eyes. “You...you truly are a wicked enchantress…”

An unusually dark titter slipped from Sonia’s lips as she batted her lashes down at her captive innocently. “But of course~! And now that I’ve got you in my clutches, I have to wonder just what I’ll do with you…” She raised her hands so they were now at her sides, fingers wiggling in anticipation, looking the other up and down like he was the tastiest meal she’d ever laid eyes upon. “I could keep playing with this ticklish tummy for a while…”

More deep chuckles escaped from Gundham as the scribbling on his stomach resumed.

“Maybe I could play piano on your ribs…”

Delicate tapping soon followed, earning the princess a trifle of squirming.

“Maybe I could burrow under your arms…”

Said action won an outright snort.

“I could even play This Little Piggy with your toes~!”

Though she made no actual followthrough to these words, Gundham couldn’t help but bury his feet into the mattress protectively.

“Or maybe…”

The Dark Lord’s heart skipped a beat at the sudden silence that overpowered the room, his gaze trained on the surely rising claws of his demise. He felt so utterly meek in this position, so inconsequential and powerless, and it made an unfamiliar feeling brew in the pit of his stomach. Perhaps this was what humans meant when they referred to another as being bashful…?

“I’ll get at that cute little neck of yours!”

Gundham was rudely tugged away from his inner thoughts by the horrid sensation of...well, he didn’t quite know exactly what it was, but it was enough to make him explode with powerful belly laughter. “AHAHAHAHAHAAAA!” His lower half thrashed to and fro violently as if his very existence itself was determined to escape this predicament. “WH-WHAHAT IS THAHAHAHAHAT?!”

“What, you’ve never had a raspberry before?” Sonia asked dumbfoundedly, momentarily dropping her sadistic creature act. Unfortunately (or fortunately depending on how you look at things), she recovered just as quickly. “Well then, I’ll guess we’ll just have to make up for it now~!” Preparing herself with a dramatically loud inhalation of breath, she blew against the other’s typically concealed neck once again.

To say that Gundham was hysterical would’ve been a major understatement; his throaty cackles were reverberating off the walls with the intensity of a clap of thunder. “NOHOHOHOHOHOOO!” he wailed desperately as yet another raspberry was delivered, creeping up to the edge of his sanity, clutching the other’s long strands of hair weakly. “IHI YIEHEHEHEHELD!” he cried out at last. “M-MEHEERCEEEHEHEHEE!”

With this dire call for reprieve, Sonia ceased her consensual torment immediately. Her smile melted back into the warm one others were more accustomed to seeing, and she delicately rubbed her thumb underneath the edge of his jawline. “Oh, love...I’m sorry, I got a bit carried away,” she mumbled sheepishly. “I do hope I didn’t go too far...did I?”

Taking some time to steady his breathing to a level he was satisfied with, Gundham gently shook his head. “I...I found that to be quite...entertaining,” he admitted in a hushed whisper, as though he was uttering a forgotten secret, his eyes shifting around the room awkwardly. “Th-thank you, my bunny…”

Sonia felt her own face grow hot at the sound of the beloved nickname, not hesitating to plant a kiss of appreciation on the tip of the other’s nose. “Of course!”

Gundham sighed as he wrapped his arms around her slender frame. She was a devious little minx, that much was for certain, and he’d managed to get tightly coiled around her little finger...

#writing #fanfiction #danganronpa #gundham tanaka #sonia nevermind #sondam #tickle #tickling #tickles #tickled #ticklish #my stuff #lmao this is the most self indulgent shit ive ever made

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floraliaison · 3 years

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The Maiden and The Crocodile

Iwaizumi would break his heart into a million little pieces just to find a fragment that he could fit into whatever crack you had in yours.

pairing. iwaizumi hajime x fem! reader word count. 1.7k words genres. fluff. angst. warnings. allusions to blood, violence, and death. series. part one of Forget Me Not.

You kissed him one last time, failing to notice how the rough exteriors of his crumbling façade slowly began to fall, exposing the lost countenance and pain and desperation of his youth, and he realized it was all he could do not to cry.

And you stood without a word, with neither gasp nor sigh, and picked your way through the deepening shadows, his heart in your hand, leaving him to die alone. He thought, perhaps too kindly, that it was your way of leaving him with a degree of dignity, a painful measure of kindness that nonetheless cut deep into the place where his heart once dwelt.

And finally, when he felt the last of his strength give way, when there was neither sun or moon or warmth left of him, but only a man’s broken body, he sighed.

His dismal eyes wept no crocodile tears but tears as dry as rivers and as dim as stars.

“Forgive me,” you whispered, as you took the spear and stabbed his chest. It was as if that first strike hurled his senses away from his body. He felt no pain at your savagery, only the unmistakable discomfort of mistaken nostalgia.

A thousand fabricated days whirled before him – of how, together, you braved the river of life and chased the small pleasures hidden beneath the torrents, how you would say that you’ve always had his back (and always will, though he supposes that that may have been your greatest lie of all), how you told him that you loved him no matter who he was, no matter what his reputation said about him, that you were enchanted beyond hope by his charming voice and actions.

But none of that happened, of course.

You tore out his heart, dulled and almost silent, and held it to your ear. You did not seem to mind that you were covered in his blood, almost as red as the nectar that had once graced the very same place on your cheek as you listened.

Satisfied, you looked at him looking up at you, helplessly dying and helplessly in love.

“I have to go.”

He had suspected of course that something like this would happen. Many had tried over the years to win his heart by way of the flesh. But he had always stood victorious at the end of every challenge, denying all that tried the false intimacies and mysteries of his hard-won affection.

I have grown careless, he told himself.

I have fallen in love, he told himself.

I am going to die, he told himself.

He could not move, of course. Such was the power of the net fixed by devotion. He had allowed himself to believe you and his belief empowered the net and the net held him so tightly, so securely that he could not even speak.

“I need your heart,” you told him.

He could only watch as you picked up one of the spears he has told you about, the very spear that a man named Tooru had wounded him with. It had taken him years to recover.

He dreamed a man’s dream – basking in the commons with his beloved, soaking up the heat of the daylight, and forever feeling the weight of a smaller, much softer hand in his.

He dreamed a boy’s dream – feeling the impact of knuckles to skin to flesh to bone, seeing the discolored hues of purple and blue, and crying until he had no more left to give.

When he awoke, he was entangled in a net that smelled of sweet chocolate, crushed flowers and imbued with all the heat of the sun.

“Where is your heart?” you asked him, as you stroked the faux sharpness of his dark hair and looked innocently into his eyes.

“I know you do not keep it locked away in a safe, nor have offered it to the devil like what most of the townspeople say,” you whispered into his ears. “Where is it?”

And with your relentless cooing, asking and stroking added to the regular hum of life that surrounded you both, he felt his resolve weaken and he told you where it was.

“In your chest? Like everybody else?” you marveled, tone just shy of teasing. “I never would have guessed.”

He sinks into your softness, and finding solace in the warmth of your caresses and the comfort in trust he had just bestowed, fell asleep in your embrace.

One day, it is almost as if you yourself can feel the net you have made with how paradoxically light he appears to be; rid of old worries and previous woes, all gathered into and held from his shoulders by the firm fibers you have woven with your teeth and tongue and lips.

“You seem happier,” you mentioned in passing.

I am, he replied as he offered you the sweet berries he bought the previous night. Do you want some?

“Thank you,” you murmur. Afterwards, even though the fruit has long been swallowed, still it remained on your skin in the bright red syrup that trickled down your chin.

You don’t bother to wipe it away.

“Are you lonely?” you asked him once.

He told you that yes, sometimes he was.

“Why?” you asked him, as tears formed in your eyes.

Because nobody has ever taken the time to actually know me, he told you.

“They desire you for your body,” you continued for him. “They only want you for what you can give them.”

Yes, he agreed, dismayed at your tears. And he tells you of his collection of words that various people have and have tried to hurt him with.

You laughed and laughed, and that made him feel better inside.

When the opportunity to speak came and the proper words presented themselves to you, it began with the most inconsequential of things. The weather, the workloads, the names of every muscle and bone and sinew in the body. He found you articulate and witty, laughing at his attempts at clever conversation and never ever bored.

You told him he was charming, and gently teased him about his surprisingly timid nature.

“You are beautiful,” you told him, when you finally touched his skin, running your fingers across the smooth plane of his cheek.

His heart echoed the sentiment and he told you exactly that.

You grew comfortable, like an old couple, sometimes not needing the security of words to prove that you were indeed sharing time and space in a place where silence embraced the two of you.

It was a long courtship.

For despite what everyone said or thought, he was terribly shy and was never one to rush things, at least not anymore.

You played the demure young maiden, acting surprised at his presence but not at his appearance, and coy in your manners.

He gradually grew to expect your company with every passing day, days spent in an all-encompassing silence, simply gazing at each other – you, still teetering on the precipice; he, already free-falling.

People always said he was terrible news, a devil’s child who possessed the capability to tempt even the most pious of peers, and perhaps over the course of two decades he has come to accept that as his truth.

He would spend his days learning about the odd structure of the human physique, writing down the name of every muscle and bone and sinew, and his nights dancing with danger, wooing both men and women he has come to associate with lips that taste of hazards unknown and bodies stained with marks of fleeting trysts in the dark.

As he sank further into this abyss of alternating light and dark, guided only by the sun and the moon as they traded places in the sky, he thought that perhaps he was in too deep, has finally reached the point of no return, to be able to hope for better things.

That is, until the stars began falling from the sky.

People always said that you were born without a heart, cold and unfeeling in the apathy you wore so beautifully, and perhaps over the course of two decades you have come to accept that as your truth.

Where others could freely fall in love or cry at loss or smile at sunsets, you were simply hollow. You had long learned how to pretend to be like them; ooh-ing at the flowers that oft greeted you across the way, swooning at the handsome boys – and later, men – with their attempts to sweep you off your feet, and sobbing at the few funerals you had allowed yourself to attend. Still, you only felt emptiness.

You sought out the woman who claimed to be a witch deep in the bowels of the backstreets and the canals where no one dared to go, fearless in your heartlessness, and there you learned of the heart you could own, the net of emotions you could make, and the spear of words that you must find.

When you sat, unmoving, in the middle of the witch’s house with a peculiar feeling uncoiling in the pit of your stomach, the wisewoman told you that it was only hope, and that it would go away with time.

You sought him out. Iwaizumi Hajime.

You first met through shared glances.

His, sly and alluring, set against warm skin and an even warmer smile that whispered promises of scorching heat and burnt skin; yours, open and inviting, near gleaming under the cool haze of the strobe lights and alcohol in your veins.

He was surprised to see a new face in the throng of familiar bodies; he has done enough to know that everyone knows of him and of his reputation, however immoral others may perceive it to be. Only the hopeless, the foolish, the ambitious, and the brave come to him, and they all only ever desired one thing: to obtain the heart steadily beating in his chest, a nigh impossible feat they revered as a miracle.

You, of course, were there to do exactly that, for the emptiness in your bosom was as dry as rivers and as dim as stars.

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#iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizumi angst #hq iwaizumi #haikyuu!!#haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader angst #haikyuu angst #[ 🍁 ] — forget me not

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ink-system · 4 years

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Tickletober Day 9:Ganged Up On

ok so here is the extremely late tktober fic. Sorry it’s so late school and writer’s block happened but it’s here now and I hope you guys enjoy it a bit

TW: safe word mention, calling of safe word, intense tickles, Deceit, Remus

Word Count: 5813

Virgil was running. Where he didn’t know, all he knew was he needed to get out of there and he needed to get out of there fast. He was being chased by vicious, merciless monsters.

“Oh Viiirgey where are youuuuuu?~”

“We just wanna play with you!~”

“We aren’t gonna hurt you!”

“We would just like to show you how adorable you are.”

“It’s going to be so much fun once we catch you”

The teasing words echoed throughout the mind palace, drilling into Virgil’s head. He would never admit it, but the teases were slowing him down. The taunts were getting to him and the monsters were quickly gaining on him.

The purple side looked behind him, only for a second, and what he saw sent shivers down his spine…

All 5 sides right behind him, ready to attack. 5 sides who wanted to wreck him. 5 sides who were in ler moods. 5 sides who knew he was in a lee mood. 5 sides who were ABOUT TO TACKLE HIM HOLY SHIT HE’S GONNA DIE-

With Virgil looking behind him he got even more distracted and slowed down, which gave Roman just enough time to sprint the last few feet separating him from Virgil to tackle him. The fanciful side leaped forward with his arms reaching out for the side on the run.

“Aaaaaand GOTCHA!”

“NONONONO LEMME GO!”

Once Virgil was in the red side’s arms there was no escaping them. He was trapped. Done for. Stuck. He was gonna be tickled to tears by 5 lers and there was nothing he could do about it (not that he wanted to but that’s beside the point-).

“You put up a nice fight Virgey but it was pointless. You knew you were gonna get caught and that once you did you were making it worse for yourself by running away from your big, bad, personal tickle monsters. But you probably wanted that didn’t you, you big ass lee,” Roman teased to the squirming purple side in his arms.

As Roman was speaking he carried the struggling side to the coach and laid him down before straddling him as Janus used two of his six arms to pin the ex-dark side’s arms above his head.

“OH SHUT FUCKING FUCK YOU ASSHAT,” said purple side yelled, flustered out of his mind from the fanciful sides truths lies.

“Virgil, language!” the father figure exclaimed in both real and fake horror at the language his son used. “You should know better than to use those words, kiddo! I think you need to be punished for your potty mouth.” the dad of the group scolded. Patton’s teasing was fatherly and he almost always scolded the lee for something they did. It was… very flustering in its own way.

“Precisely what I was thinking, Patton. Such language is extremely uncalled for and calls for punishment” Logan, slightly cold yet teasingly stated. Logan’s teasing was very scientific and calculated. It was surprisingly flustering, him seeming almost indifferent to his actions and how they affected the lee.

“Yes, it does seem like he definitely knows how awful that language is. He doesn’t need to be taught a lesson,” the deceitful side said casually. Janus’ teasing was just stating the obvious but backwards, and it unfairly flustering, especially for something so simple. It killed everyone, especially poor Virgil.

“Such profanity is inexcusable! I say we show little Virgey here what happens to lees who say such horrible words!~” the sash wearing side exclaimed, far too dramatic than what was necessary. Roman’s teasing was just like him, overdramatic and far too extra. Yet there was something… flustering about it? He is creativity so it would follow that he would be able to tease quite well.

“Yeah having a ‘potty mouth’ is my thing! You’re stealing my thing Virgey! That’s even more punishable!” the duke yelled while reaching his hands out towards Virgil’s stomach, but he was stopped by Logan grabbing his collar. “Ahhhhh c’mon dork I just wanna wreck Tickle Me Emo’s little tummy for stealing my shit.” Remus’ teasing was… well. It was Remus teasing you. It was oftentimes very suggestive (even though he tried to not make suggestive with Virgil, Patton, and Roman), and its own way it was… kind of flustering.

“No, you need to be patient and wait for the rest of us” the tie-wearing side stated calmly.

“But you dorks are so slow and I wanna wreck him now. I’m sure he would prefer to get wrecked sooner than later. Isn’t that right, tickle toy”

Hearing them talk about him like he wasn’t there was driving Virgil crazy. Hearing the shit Remus was saying was even worse because it was true wrong and blatant lies and not true at all. Virgil couldn’t do a thing about it either. His face could’ve been mistaken for a fucking tomato at that point and the knowledge that the impulsive side was right made his blush spread from his face to his ears and neck. It sent tingles down his spine, and he hated how much teases got to him. Logan said it had something to do with him being the embodiment of anxiety and fight or flight and tickling being a way to train children to defend themselves and it is a panic defense. All he knew was it was making his already awful lee mood even worse.

“NONONO NOT RIGHT AT ALL” Virgil shrieked “I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN! FUCKING LET ME GO YOU ASSHOLES.”

Virgil knew what he was doing, he knew he was making it worse for himself and that he was going to get wrecked even more than he was before. But he may or may not have wanted that (okay he definitely wanted that but shhhhhh), and wasn’t regretting a thing.

“Such foul language! You must really want to be wrecked! I mean I knew you were in a lee mood but not one this big! I mean c’mon- 5 lers and you’re still having an attitude and cursing at us.” the good half of creativity remarked teasingly, not missing how red the lee’s face went at his words.

“Oh yes, it would seem that poor little ticklish Virgil here has amassed quite the lee mood and he is resorting to being bratty to get more tickles,” Logan stated slightly cold as if he were reading a lab report out loud rather than teasing the living daylights out of the lee that is Virgil ‘Anxiety’ Sanders.

“Yes, he’s been having quite the attitude with us thus far. Quite the bratty lee if I say so myself,~” the serpent side teased to the blushing, red, lee mess that was the embodiment of anxiety. “And we all know that bratty lees don’t want to be wrecked with tickles until they can’t even fight it anymore and they definitely don’t want punishment tickles so they misbehave to get them.”

And then Virgil heard the worst thing he has ever heard in his life.

“I say we make him ask for the tickles like a good little lee because bratty lees don’t get what they want”

No. No no no no no no. This couldn’t be happening right now. Not to him. Not in this big of a lee mood. Not with this many lers around to hear it and see how red his face is. Not him having to actually say the dreaded t-word. Not with five fucking lers to wreck him after he asks, holy shit he fucked up-

But there’s no way it could get worse. I mean only Janus said that the other sides probably won’t even agree with him! They’ll have mercy on him and not make him ask- right?

“Oh what a wonderful idea Dr. Trickyll and Mr. Lie!”

“What a good idea! Oh, you’re so smart Janny!”

“Yes, it would be beneficial to teaching Virgil a lesson to make him ask for what he wants.”

“Oh come on! Now I have to wait even longer to wreck him, cause we all know that Virgey here can’t say tickle!”

Aaaaaaand it got worse.

Not only did (mostly) all of them agree with the scaled side, but the only one who didn’t was Remus, and that was only because he wanted to wreck him sooner. Great.

So it was settled. He was going to die today. And it was all his Janus’ fault. I mean- how could he be so mean? Making him admit to being in a lee mood? The rudest thing he’s ever heard, how dare they make him admit to wanting to be wrecked with t- you know what.

And Virgil, the side who is definitely not a lee, eloquently said, “I- I- NONONONO- THAT ISN’T FAIR YOU ASSHOLES.”

“Now you are just proving our suspicions. You are in a leviathan of a lee mood and are being a bratty lee and defying us to get the desired amount of tickles. We are not going to give in to your brattiness and do as you wish until you ask nicely.”

Virgil wanted to crawl into a hole and stay there forever. They were seriously going to make him ask? Now? In this economy? But more importantly right now-

Was he going to ask?

Was he going to embarrass himself to all of the other sides? Was he going to let them know, once and for all, that he was in a big ass lee mood? Was he going to tell them that he wanted 50 fingers wiggling and scribbling all across his body, forcing them to make him laugh? Or was he going to die from lee suffering and not ask?

Yeah, he was gonna die from lee suffering.

There was no way that he would, or could, ask for something so childish and happy when he was anxiety. He was supposed to be the protector of the group, not the guy who gets giant lee moods and shows weakness and is soft, no matter how much he may have wanted to do so.

“Come on kiddo, you can do it! I believe in you!” the fatherly side encouraged.

Or maybe he could… maybe.

“But it’s so… ” the emo side trailed off, face somehow flushing even redder, “embarrassing,” he finished quietly.

“Oh c’mon Emo Nightmare, it’s fine to let loose every once in a while! There’s no shame in wanting tickles, in fact, it’s quite adorable!” the fanciful side dramatically exclaimed, aiming to make the anxious side feel a bit better, noticing the aura of shame surrounding him.

“Yes it is, in fact, beneficial to one’s mental health to laugh, and tickling, as I’m sure you know, is a way to produce laughter. Therefore, it would aid your, and most likely Thomas’, mental health to be tickled if you so desire. There is no shame in it Virgil.” Logan stated the oddly calming words in an almost motherly tone to the patchwork hoodie-clad side.

“Yes, it isn’t adorable how easily you’re flustered and how much you want to be wrecked by us. And even if it was adorable, which it definitely is not, we all know you love being tickled. So that makes us wrecking you until you cry is a form of self-care! And there are so many things wrong with practicing self-care, especially as the literal embodiment of anxiety.” the deceitful side said, trying his best to comfort his old friend in his own way.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah Virgey just c’mon and say it. I wanna wreck your little belly button now so if you could hurry it up with the asking thing that’d be better than a butthole!” Remus said while looking ready to pounce on Virgil as soon as he asked for it, if not sooner.

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay he could do this. All he had to do was say three words! Three words aren’t that many!-

Please. Tickle. Me.

He couldn’t do this.

Those three words were the bane of existence. Those 3 words were going to be the death of him. Those 3 words made his face look like a fucking tomato even just thinking them, let alone saying them. Those three words… that he was going to say.

He took a breath, and ever so calmly said “PLEASE TICKLE ME!”

“Awww I knew you could do it kiddo!”

“There we go, you adorable emo!”

“I’m glad you felt comfortable enough to tell us what you wanted, and that you were polite about it.”

“See that wasn’t too hard now was it, my little spider”

“FINALLY!”

The emo side’s face somehow went even redder at his fellow side’s words of excitement at finally getting to wreck him.

Whether Virgil was going to die of embarrassment or lee first was anyone’s guess, but all he knew was he was going to die of something that day. His face was so red it could be mistaken for a tomato, and it spread to his neck and ears at this point. The emo side’s lee mood had grown so big that it was becoming more all-consuming than a lee mood already was normally. So maybe he might die of both at the same time if the other sides didn’t hurry the fuck up and wreck him.-

“So… pick a spot Emo Nightmare,” the good creativity said calmly after a few seconds of silent anticipation of what was to come (well the anticipation was mainly on Virgil’s end but shhh)

“WHAT?! NONONONO I JUST ASKED YOU FUCKING ASS!” the anxious side exclaimed in disbelief before slamming his head down on the ground in exasperation.

Did Roman just live to embarrass him? He made him ask and now he’s making him pick a spot. He’s basically making him tell where he wants to be wrecked the most and that’s completely illegal.

“Well now you’re being bratty again, should we make you ask again?” the logical side asked, knowing full well what the answer would be.

“…don’t make me say those fucking words again,” Virgil said, face somehow flushing even redder at the idea of being made to ask again, avoiding eye contact with the other sides. He was beyond mortified at this point, all the other sides had heard him ask to be wrecked, were going to make him pick a spot, and now they heard him admit to not wanting to say that fucking word again. He wanted to crawl inside a hole and stay there for the next 4,000 years.

“C’mon kiddo, just say any spot! You’re so ticklish that any spot will be great!” the paternal side said, accidentally teasing his son.

“Patton whyyyyyyyyy” Virgil whined while trying to hide his face in his shoulder as best he could, embarrassed at the moral side’s words.

“What?! It’s true kiddo!”

“No, it’s not”

Virgil wasn’t pouting. Nope. Nuh-uh. Not at all. He was big, bad anxiety who didn’t pout, no matter how much he may have thought it was unfair that they were being so mean to him.-

“Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” the emo side groaned in frustration and embarrassment, from the other sides still not wrecking him and the father figure words, before whispering, “…sides.”

As soon as the word left his mouth Remus pounced on him, literally. The impulsive side tackled his twin brother of the emo and replaced him by straddling his waist and squeezing Virgil’s sides.

The emo bit his lip to try and keep his laughter in, but it was no use; he was already too keyed up from anticipation for him to not laugh.

“Wahaihihit noho!”

“Oh, but we’re just getting started, Virgil,” the logical side said, smirking as he saw the emo’s eyes widen in panic when he saw the logical side calmly walking towards him.

“Just remember, you asked for this kiddo,” Patton said before walking towards his son with an innocent yet slightly sinister grin on his face. He was so excited to finally get to wreck his son to pieces! Virgil often came to him when he was in lee moods and it was so adorable! Now he got to share that adorableness with the rest of the sides!

Janus was already behind him and was spreading four out of his six arms to wreck the ex-dark side. He wiggled all of his available fingers where Virgil could see them. He relished in the way his face flushed an even darker red before he closed his eyes to avoid seeing the teasing, wiggling fingers.

The good half of creativity had since recovered from getting shoved off the lee and had climbed next to Virgil’s legs and had a hold of his ankle to keep him from kicking. As he did that, he stretched his leg out slightly in order to gain access to the backs of his knees.

“Wahihit Rohomahan nohoho!” the current lee cried out in panic at the knowledge that the fanciful side was going to tickle his knees.

“Why did I choose today to wear shorts?” Virgil thought to himself in regret before he remembered, “Oh yeah, I wanted to get wrecked. Well… fuck my life I guess”

Roman started scribbling his fingers on the backs of the emo’s side’s knees, listening to his,ironically, bright and cheerful laugh as he did so.

The tie wearing side finally walked all the way over to Virgil and kneeled next to him on the coach. He began scanning the darker side for a spot to tickle that wasn’t already being wrecked by the other sides. His eyes landed on his ribs, which were known to be a pretty bad spot on their own for the purple side, so tickling them combined with the other spots covered by the other sides were likely to make him go even further into hysterics.

“Virgil, how does it feel to know that you’re going to be tickled without mercy until you cry by 5 lers? Is it terrifying? Exciting? Exhilarating?” he said while summoning a notebook to write his answers down, eager to have more research.

The emo’s side flushed the reddest it’s ever been at Logan’s words and at seeing the notebook. He knew whatever he did was going to be observed and recorded for the logical side to look back on when he was collecting more data on the side’s reactions to certain aspects in tickling.

“Lohohogahan, nohoho!” he laughed harder, becoming more giddy by the second, feeling the logical side’s eyes drifting up and down his body. Virgil knew the tie wearing side was going to try and collect data from him, but he didn’t expect him to ask questions.

“Logan, yes!,” the dark blue side exclaimed, uncharacteristically excited and child-like at the opportunity to collect more data.

“You know Virgil, you still haven’t responded to my question, would you mind doing so now?”, the left brain side questioned. He finally kneeled down next to Virgil and began to squeeze his ribs while observing the emo’s reactions to him doing so.

“Yehehes Ihihi wohouhuhuld mihihind! Shuhut uhuhup!”

“Oh kiddo, well now that’s just flat out rude! You should know better than to be such a meanie!”, the paternal side scolded. “I think you need to be taught another lesson, it’s the only way you’re gonna learn after all!”

“Yes, it would be a good incentive to answer my question, seeing as how he doesn’t seem to want to be cooperative. It would also be beneficial to my research to see how he would react to your ‘punishment’.”

“Wahahaihit nohoHOHOHO!” Virgil tried to say before he was thrown into even deeper hysterics from the father figure had started scribbling his fingers on his stomach.

All of the other sides all mentally, and some verbally, awwed at the normally dark and pessimistic side’s bright and happy laughter.

With Janus scribbling Virgil’s armpits with 5 arms, Roman tracing his knees, Patton scratching at his tummy, Logan squeezing his ribs, and Remus digging into his sides, Virgil was, well… losing his fucking mind.

“GUHUHUYS! HAHAHAHA!”

“Uh, guys- I think we should give him a break. His face is as red as my sash and he’s kind of wheezing.-” the fanciful said, sounding very concerned at his friend’s current state.

“Oh kiddo, are you okay?”, Patton questioned as he pulled his hands back from their place on his stomach. He knew the darker side could take a lot but he didn’t know if he could take that many tickles, especially with so many lers.

All the other sides slowly began to move their hands away when the rest of them noticed that the fanciful was right. They each looked at him as they all backed away, concern visible in their eyes.

“Virgil, would you like a glass of water?”, the logical side asked, voice surprisingly soft and almost motherly.

The emo side nodded his head, still too lost in residue giggles to respond verbally. Virgil’s brain was practically melted from all the ghost sensations still tingling all over his body.

“We didn’t go too far did we, my little shadowling?” the deceitful side asked, being genuine for once. Him and the emo side may not have been that close anymore, but Janus still deeply cared for him and wanted to make sure he was okay.

“Yehehes, ohoho gohohod,” the purple side giggles out, still a bit loopy on endorphins from laughing so much.

If the emo side was being completely honest, his lee mood still wasn’t gone. He still wanted more tickles. He wanted to be wrecked more than he already had been, and more than he ever had been before.

As all the sides stepped back a bit to give him some room to breathe the emo side managed to say through his giggles, “Noho dohont gohoho,wahant mohohore tihicklehes!”

The other 5 sides felt their jaws drop at his words. He wanted… more tickles? Man he really was in a giant lee mood. After they all got over the shock of his words, the five sides grinned wider than the cheshire cat.

“More? You want more tickly tickly tickles, Virgey?”, the green side said, as he slowly walked towards the lee again with wiggling fingers.

“Yehehes!”, the emo side exclaimed, still clearly loopy from the endorphins.

The five lers all awwed at endorphin high Virgil and him being so open about wanting more tickles. Just when the rest of them thought that the emo side couldn’t be even cuter, he did this. Even Logan had to admit that the sight was adorable.

“Okay kiddo, how about this? We’ll give you alllllll the tickles you could ever want after you calm down a bit more. How does that sound?!”

“Gohohod!”, the emo side giggled out, as excited as they’ve ever seen him before. He started taking deeper breaths to try and calm down quicker so he could get his second round of tickles even sooner.

As soon as he came down from his endorphins rush the purple side’s face flushed red as he remembered what he said stuttering out embarrassed excuses. “I didn’t mean that!-” and “I was lying!-” were the most common excuses he made.

None of the other sides believed him.

As they shouldn’t have, as Virgil still had a wide, wobbly smile on his face from the anticipation of knowing he was going to be wrecked again.

“You see, Virgil, you still haven’t answered my previous question. Why don’t you answer it now?”the dark blue side asked teasingly. Logan smirked as he saw the way that the emo side’s face flushed an even darker red, traveling all the way to his neck and ears. He knew the emo couldn’t handle answering his questions for his research, and he used this fact quite frequently. Teasing always made it worse for the purple side, it was almost too much for him to handle. It was almost mean to tease the embodiment of anxiety, especially when he was this worked up and flustered in the first place.

“Uh, how about I don’t do that?-”, the anxious said quickly, not wanting to have to tell Logan how excited he was to have five lers to wreck and tease him until he was a red, flustered, hysterical mess.

“So Panic! at the Everywhere, you say you want more tickles, then you deny wanting said tickles. What’s wrong, a little flustered? Are we teasing you too much? Can big, bad anxiety not handle a few simple teases or questions from his own personal tickle monsters? Oh, what a pity, and were going to have so much fun with you too! We were going to scribble our fingers on your tummy, lightly scratch our fingers on your toes, squeeze your thighs, poke your sides, skitter our fingers on the backs of your knees! Now we won’t get to do any of that, and that’s such a pity for all of us!”, the fanciful side teased, glancing at Virgil every so often to see how red his face would go at his words.

Roman certainly wasn’t disappointed with the emo side’s reaction. He started kicking again, face flushing red and it spreading to his neck and ears, giggles spilled out of his mouth against his will from anticipation, shaking his head, and tugging on his arms while half heartedly begging to be let go.

“Nohoho, Prihihincehey stahap beheihing mehean!”, the patchwork clad hoodie side pleaded, giggling from anticipation and Roman’s mean teasing. It just wasn’t fair- I mean c’mon, Virgil was anxiety, you’re really going to make him wait? How mean could someone possibly be?

“Kiddo, do you want more tickles?”, the paternal side asked tenderly, not intending to tease his son, just merely wanting to make sure he actually wanted them before five lers were wrecking him again.

The emo side shyly nodded his head before turning to hide his very red face in his shoulder. He couldn’t handle the others seeing him so flustered, despite the others having seen him just as flustered before. The only difference was they were all together this time. They all were seeing him, face the most red it had probably ever been, at the same time. It was almost too much embarrassment for Virgil to handle.

“Awwww! Gerard Gay really is adorable, isn’t he?!“, the fanciful side exclaimed excitedly before looking at the other four lers, bouncing on his heels a little from the adorable sight. He was just so excited cause he got to wreck the normally stoic and edgy emo more because said emo asked him too!

“You dorks need to shut the fuck up and help me wreck Tickle-Me-Emo,” the green side said before walking over to Virgil.

As Remus walked over to him, Virgil shook his head wildly, eyes wide open, legs kicking, and tugging on his arms. The purple side knew that the intrusive side was one the most merciless lers in the mind and he didn’t stop unless you were crying from laughter or begging for mercy. And he was walking right towards him again while Virgil was pinned down and couldn’t fight back like he normally could.

“I for one am curious as to why the little spiderling wants more tickles. Would you mind telling us, my little shadowling?”, the deceitful side questioned affectionately. He always loved to make Virgil say his fantasies as he knew how much it flustered him.

“Yehes Ihi wohouhuld mihihind”

“Too bad, you’re telling us Robert Downey Jr.”

Virgil whined, knowing he wasn’t getting out of this as easily, and that the other sides wouldn’t be satisfied with his answer unless he gave specific details. All he wanted was to be wrecked again, was that too much to ask?

Apparently it was.

The emo side groaned, far too gone in his lee mood to not get more tickles. He took a deep breath, trying to gather up the courage and willpower to speak again. He was gonna die from embarrassment, he just knew it.

Virgil took a breath and replied, “Uhuhum, Ihi lihike beheihing toho weheak toho fihighihit bahack ahand beheihing fohorcehed toho lahauhugh.” His face flushed to the same shade as Roman’s sash as he said this, knowing that they were never going to let him live this down. He glanced up to see the logical side writing his words down. The emo side could feel all of their eyes on him, looking him up and down, their eyes drilling into his worst spots, just begging to be able to wreck him for a second time and make his lee fantasy come true.

Remus shockingly wasn’t the first side to move towards the blushy side, it was Logan. The logical side was normally the last one to move towards the lee he was wrecking, often too busy observing the lee to actually wreck them until they were begging for him to do anything.

Logan was excited to wreck Virgil again, and he was showing it in his own way by rushing over to him. The logical side kneeled down next to the emo side’s stomach and rolled his shirt up to his ribs. He was looking at the spot, appearing almost rabid with need. The tie-clad side’s ler mood had gotten even stronger at the lee’s words, and Logan needed to wreck him now. The more he waited the worse the more his ler mood grew.

Janus pinned the emo side’s arms above his head once again with two of his arms, the other four resting above his ribs and armpits. Patton kneeled next to his ‘son’s’ knees as he hovered his hands over the spot. Roman straddled the purple side’s thighs again, pinning his legs down with his weight as he looked down at the current lee’s stomach. Remus was moving towards Virgil’s feet, sitting on his calves so he couldn’t pull his feet back, nor kick his legs at all, he pulled his toes back with one hand and rested the other on his foot.

The anticipation was going to kill the anxious side. As each of the sides walked to get in their positions Virgil’s face steadily got redder and his smile became more difficult to fight off. He was so close to getting what wanted again, yet the other sides were stopping as soon as they got into their positions.

“Guhuys pleheahase! Juhust doho ihit ahalreheady!”, the emo side begged, giggling from anticipation.

“I mean… he did say please,” the fatherly side stated. As much as Patton loved teasing his son, he wanted to actually wreck him now. He wanted to give his son what he wanted, so he was going to.

“Padre’s right. He’s been so polite recently and he answered Calculator Watch’s question, we should reward him for being such a good lee.”

The other 3 sides nodded in agreement as they exchanged glances with each other, shit eating grins on all their faces. As they looked at each other they nodded, communicating without speaking.

“Three…”

“Two…”

“ONE!”

As soon as they yelled out the last number they all pounced on the emo side. Janus scratching at his ribs and armpits, switching between lighter and rougher tickles. Roman fluttering his fingers on his stomach, keeping all his touches feather light. Remus scritching at his toes, never giving the emo side a break from the tickly sensations and keeping him on his toes, literally. Patton alternated between squeezing each of his knees, not letting his son get used to the sensations. Logan alternated between squeezing his sides and helping the fanciful wreck the anxious side’s stomach.

Virgil arched his back as he screamed in laughter. He had never experienced such intense ticklish sensations, especially not all at once. He couldn’t even process all the sensations coursing through his body and he swore he was going to explode from them.

“N-NAHAHA! GUHUHAHAHA!”, the emo side screeched desperately, not even able to form words anymore. All he could do is throw his head back in laughter and take it. His body wouldn’t let him squirm, far too overwhelmed by all the sensations being forced upon it.

He loved it.

The emo side hadn’t felt that care free in a long time. It was… nice to be able to let go and laugh and not have to worry about anything else then the tickly sensations attacking your body and having laughter forced out. It was something that the normally grumpy and edgy side truly needed.

“IHI- IHI CAHAHA! HAHAHA!”

The five lers looked at each other, slightly concerned. They knew the patchwork hoodie-clad side had asked for this, but wasn’t he reaching his limit? This was a lot for anyone, especially for the embodiment of anxiety who wasn’t used to physical touch.

“Kiddo, are you okay? Do you need a break?”

“IHIM F-FIHAHAHA!”, his words once again got lost in the midst of his hysterical laughter. Even though he couldn’t finish his sentence he was telling the truth, he was fine. Actually he was better than fine. He was amazing. This was exactly what he wanted, to be tickled to his limits, to not be able to fight back. Some people might say it was extreme but his lee mood was too bad to really care about that. Not that he could actually think, his mind was too busy trying to process what he was feeling to think many coherent thoughts.

At his words the other sides continued to wreck him for a few more minutes until the emo side cried out “S-SAHAND- SAHANDEHER-.”

They all pulled back immediately as they heard the safeword. All five lers looked at the emo side to see if he needed anything at that moment before he could speak coherently again. The fanciful side got off of his hips and the deceitful side let go of his arms and slowly worked the lee’s arms down from their position.

As soon as Virgil was free to move again he curled into a ball to protect his spots, still feeling ghost sensations all over his body. He was still giggling from ghost sensations on his stomach, knees, feet, armpits, and ribs.

“Ohoho gohod, thahat wahas amahazihinig! Thahank yohouhu guhuys!”

The other sides awwed at him again. He was just too cute for the others to handle sometimes. The normally stoic and edgy side was giggling and thanking them for tickles, it was just adorable and the paternal side wished he could take a picture of the sight of a flustered, giggling Virgil.

“Would you like anything? Water? Snacks?”, the logical side questioned, immediately slipping back into his almost motherly role with Virgil.

The wrecked side shook his head and just giggled as he said “Cuhuhddlehes?!”

There he was again, being adorable. The other sides awwwed again as they walked back over to the emo side to give him what they wanted cause…

How could they say no to that?

#my shitty writing #lee!virgil #ler!patton #ler!logan #ler!janus #ler!remus #ler!roman #sanders sides fic #sanders sides tickling

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Marinette, her friendships and Lila

If there’s something that’s been bugging me (pun non-intended) is the possible implications of Lila’s threat to Marinette.

When I first heard it, I assumed (like probably many of the members of the fandom) that it was only foreshadowing a disastrous episode that would, in the end, still have stand-alone value. “Ladybug” would be a good example of this, or we were probably all expecting an Akumanette episode when we watched Chameleon for the first time, too.

However, now I wonder if it was actually foreshadowing a series of events that started with Lila’s appearance.

If I’m not mistaken, we were told that Marinette would have to face changes in the dynamics she has with people.

After “The Battle of the Miraculous”, it’s obvious that Adrien/Chat Noir, Kagami and Luka will be part of that change, but will they really be the only ones affected by it?

We, salt shakers (this time, pun totally intended), have been on edge about Marinette’s friends since Chameleon, especially Alya. And, when given some thought, we might have seen hints on the blogger changing sides for a while, all of them going unnoticed.

The one moment that makes me the most suspicious is when Alya had just turned into Rena Rouge and mentioned that she looked just like Lila did when she was akumatised.

However, there hasn’t been the slightest mention of that ever since!

At least, not in a hopeful light.

For example, despite Ladybug mentioning twice during Heroes’ Day that Volpina had been active, both times with witnesses, none of those times have helped the characters to connect the dots and realise that Lila wasn’t in Achu like she said!

BUT

If there’s something you have to learn the hard way when you’re part of the miraculous fandom, that’s that Lila’s never featured nor mentioned without a purpose.

Let’s take a look at Timetagger or Félix, for instance.

In Timetagger, the episode seemingly had nothing to do with her, and, yet, she appears. Not long after we discover that there’ll be a different Hawk Moth in the future, no less. Now, if that’s not a hint.. I don’t know what is.

In Félix, she appeared for a few seconds as part of the video chat Alya had opened to discuss ways to cheer Adrien up on the day he lost his mother. And still, it was her who alerted Nathalie and Gabriel of “Adrien”’s strange behaviour.

Where do I want to go with this?

Lila saw Alya transform into Rena Rouge.

Listen, it actually makes perfect sense.

Catalyst, Mayura and Ladybug showed that Lila lives around the park and that, moreover, she’s actually been keeping a close eye on Marinette and the class for quite some time.

Alya transformed in the park!

Lila could’ve seen it and strategise from there. For instance, it explains how on Earth she hasn’t lied about being Rena Rouge yet. Let’s think about that situation for a moment, alright?

If Lila didn’t know Alya is Rena Rouge, she could have tried convincing Adrien that the incident in Volpina was just Ladybug’s way of protecting her secret identity from being exposed, claiming that after that they’d decided to change her superhero alterego and rename it to Rena Rouge as it to not arise suspicion.

But she didn’t do it!

And it’s clearly not because she’s learned to not lie around Adrien, because she has indeed tried to in Chameleon, Oni-chan and Ladybug. Even if she is perfectly aware that he knows she’s a liar.

So I wouldn’t put it past her.

So that brings me to this: Alya might abandon Marinette for Lila.

It’s true she tried to help Marinette in Ladybug, and that she cares about Marinette; but there are moments and behaviours that hint on this happening.

To this day, Alya hasn’t doubted Lila once. Not even when her best friend is so stressed out around her. Sure, we can always say that Alya’s seen the most unreasonable and irrational part of Marinette, but that doesn’t excuse anything.

In Ladybug, she quickly dismissed Marinette’s suspicions on Lila, telling her she shouldn’t jump to conclusions like that, and when it came to actually talking to Lila about it, she actually comforted her instead of showing the slightest caution around her. She even went as far as mentioning Marinette’s jealousy rather than letting the poor girl talk or even explain her reasoning behind her claims!

Now, if we compare Alya’s behaviour towards Lila and Marinette with the way she acts around Marinette and Kagami, it’s clear there’s some serious bias there.

Until Ikari Gozen, Marinette was actually just jealous of Kagami, unlike her feelings towards Lila.

Unlike Alya’s teasing and scolding regarding Marinette’s reactions and decisions concerning Lila, where she never fails to mention she’s just defensive because Lila’s close to Adrien (utter bullshit, btw. Alya, please, do change your glasses.), she never does anything of the sorts when it comes to Marinette’s actual insecurities towards the fencer.

In Ikari Gozen, instead of telling her that she barely knows Kagami and that she should be more open with her (like she did with Lila in Chameleon), she was sympathetic of Marinette’s distress. She practically encouraged her to lose the contest on purpose!

The only conclusion I get from this is that Alya is that way towards Kagami because... She’s not Lila. And, since Alya isn’t very fond of her either, then it’s not so serious if Marinette is actually unfair to her or not.

And that sickens me. Quite honestly.

Aside from this, we also have the events that took place in Feast; despite knowing first-hand that the miraculous is something that the less people know about it, the better, that didn’t stop Alya from talking about the different miraculous holders throughout History and the exhibition on her blog.

Marinette thought it was something so grave she actually confessed she shouldn’t have entrusted Alya with a miraculous!

And that loss in faith is something very serious, especially in this show.

Because, if in the future Ladybug has no choice but to never hand her the fox miraculous again (something very possible considering the events that took place during Miracle Queen), maybe Alya will act as entitled as Chloé did. Questioning why would Ladybug not entrust her with it when she did give it back to Chloé. More than once.

After all, after Chloé, we saw in Sapotis that Alya was the less willing of all of Ladybug’s allies to give her the miraculous back. She almost kept it.

And, if Alya loses faith in Ladybug, that would be the perfect opening for Lila, who could reveal to her that she knew of her secret identity all along and try to get her against Ladybug and, maybe, even Marinette.

Just imagine, she could even say she was the Fox Miraculous Holder before her, Volpina, but that after some silly argument Ladybug was petty enough to take the miraculous from her. But that she lied about still being friends with her for the sake of Paris.

Now, that would be a major change in dynamics.

But, just as I’ve written about the worst case scenario, I also have some hopeful news about Marinette’s next confidant.

Alix.

I’ll admit, of all her friends, Alix has always shown that she was the least convinced of Marinette’s distrust towards Lila. Always being very quick to show her anger towards Marinette for her actions.

Even so, we must not forget that she will soon entrust her with the Rabbit Miraculous. Giving her the power to fix everything, even when the clock is against the heroes.

And I think I know why she entrusted it to her in the first place.

In Chat Blanc, Bunnix told Ladybug that the reason she chose her was because “She’s very good at keeping secrets”. On the other hand, she suggested that maybe the reason Chat Noir knew of her secret identity was that Adrien had told Nino, that had told Alya, that had published it on the Ladyblog.

What if this is more foreshadowing?

What if Bunnix is subtly warning Marinette about Alya and that the Ladyblog is actually more important to her than her role as a superhero?

But going back to the reason Ladybug chose Alix as Bunnix, maybe it will be Alix the first one to discover her secret identity, and will promise to never reveal it to anyone.

If that were the case, Alix would also be the first one besides Adrien and Marinette to know that Lila is a liar and that Marinette had every right to be as distant to her as she was.

Maybe Alix will be Marinette’s first ally against the Italian girl in and out of the suits (aside from Adrien, of course).

After all, if there’s something Thomas Astruc has proved he’s good at, that’s misleading us. Ehem, Chloé’s redemption, ehem. Ehem, Félix, ehem!

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lavendertwilight89 · 4 years

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InuxKag Week 2020--Day 5 Instincts Part 2

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It’d been a full moon cycle since Kagome, Inuyasha, and Shippo left her village. Kagome was a little uncomfortable with the whole… Inuyasha’s being the great general dog-demon’s son. From the way Inuyasha had spoke about his past, he was ostracized. For being a half-demon. From what he had said how Sesshomaru had treated him, it sounded like he didn’t care for him either.

But after seeing how they interacted in the days they had been together, Kagome began to notice that Inuyasha had been mistaken. Even from her first encounter with Sesshomaru, she noticed he took responsibility of Inuyasha. He was fairly protective of him and seemed like he wanted to keep him check. Sesshomaru wanted him to be apart of the kingdom for the western lands. He made Inuyasha attend meetings, go on scooting missions, and even had him eat a family style dinner with Shippo and her.

Inuyasha had said the bastard kept him locked in a cage and beat the tar of him. But that was when Inuyasha was in his demon state—before he found her; that was before she calmed his demon blood because of his instincts. The instincts that called to her. Because Sesshomaru was another alpha male, he would be viewed as a threat. Kagome learned quickly she was the only one to calm his soul. He never tried to attack Shippo but Shippo also told her it was because he submitted to him the first day they met.

Inuyasha told her he saw Shippo as a pup—blushingly admitted even the detail that he saw him as their pup. Something that brought her great joy that he saw her as motherly. They hadn’t talked further about children, but the way their make-out sessions went, she knew he wasn’t opposed to it. Even when they would cuddle on the futon at night, in his sleep, he often stroked her flat stomach. Sometimes she thought he was awake when he was doing such actions but was too shy to admit being awake.

Something that began to bother her though was that she wanted to move forward. She had left her village to be with him after all. Not that even if he had rejected her she would have moved on to be with Hojo, but she was growing… uncomfortable.

That actually was probably the wrong word. Frustrated. Sexually. Her body hurt and ached; she longed to be with Inuyasha so much. Originally when they were getting settled, Shippo slept with them in their room. Sesshomaru was the one who moved the kit into his own room. It made Inuyasha mad; but Kagome noticed the annoyance Sesshomaru expressed with Inuyasha as well…

Inuyasha tried to keep her and Sesshomaru as separate as possible except for when they had dinner together. Sesshomaru made comments that always seemed to rub Inuyasha the wrong way. They always were subtly made about ‘mating’.

While Kagome played the fool, she knew what they were talking about. Sesshomaru wanted Inuyasha to claim her; Inuyasha, for whatever reason, didn’t. It was strange because when they had left the village, he had made his intensions clear. But now that they were there, in the castle, it almost felt like he changed his mind. Well… that was probably not exactly right. More like there was serious hesitation. She was hoping she could entice him to come back out of his shell.

Maybe he was still concerned she wanted to wait. Maybe the pressure form his brother was turning him off. Maybe he thought she wanted to be certain… things were a little different than when they began courting in the forest. But even then, she was the one who started most of their ravenous kissing wars, pressing to try and do more but was shut down by him every time to a kiss to forehead. Maybe she wasn’t being direct enough.

One the night of the full moon, she finally decided to take matters into her own hands. After dinner she excused herself to bathe because she was ready. Beyond ready. She was going to try her best to seduce a half-demon. But, she wanted to be clean. Confident. As she dunked her hair into the water to rinse out the soap, she was surprised when she stood up and her upper arms were clenched in the hands of a very intense staring hanyou.

“Inuyasha,” she gasped. “You startled me.”

He just stared at her. Those bright golden eyes bore into her. Like he was staring into her soul. It made her hot. Hotter than the water that had already warmed her body. She realized then she was stark naked staring at a very naked and aroused half-demon. Blushing madly, she tried to bring her hand to her chest, but a thunderous growl made her pause.

“Inuyasha?”

His lips locking with hers made her forget her questions and embarrassment. She immediately moaned and melted into his body. She let him have control over the kiss but vowed that if he dared to falter, she would take control.

His growl was persistent, but not in a menacingly way, but not the rumble he gave to calm her to sleep; it was a heated arousing show of affection and appreciation of her body kind of way. And her body responded. Wildly. If she wasn’t waist deep in water, she would have had her wet juices seeping onto her legs. She did have to rub her thighs together to alleviate some of the burn he was making her feel. Desperation consumed her.

He must’ve heard the swoosh of the water as his hands left her arms and moved to her waist. One wrapped around her lower back and began kneading her ass as the other slipped between her folds and began to draw circles on her most sensitive parts.

She cried out before she knew it and could control her voice. Shockingly, it didn’t deter him like usual. It hadn’t made him realize what they were doing—or approaching. She hoped he wouldn’t realize it either. Her body would never recover if he stopped then. OR her pride.

His mouth moved down to her jaw then to her neck where he suckled and nibbled. Whatever sounds were flowing from her mouth clearly were welcomed and egged him on further. Her arms started tracing and memorizing his chest, his abs, his pecks, slowly swiping her fingers against his erect nipples making him groan. His breath caught and his attentions stalled. She slightly panicked before he lifted his face to lock eyes with her.

“Are you sure Kagome?” he asked as his eyes slightly tinged red. His demon-state just beneath the surface and was waiting to strike. The thought only made her mouth go dry. She licked her lips subconsciously earning a low sexy snarl.

“Y-yes. I’m sure. A-Are you?” she panted trying to calm her excited body. It wasn’t working. At all.

“Of course—I had to wait until I was at my strongest to mark you. I wasn’t about to do it in the middle of the woods with my asshat of a brother and our kit watching,” he smirked lowering his head and engulfed her breast in his mouth.

She cried out and arched further into him, wrapping her around his back to hold him to her. All of sudden, the water seemed to be receding from her waist to her legs. She forced her eyes open and realized his hand picked her up from her bottom while he switched breasts and continued to press his fingers around her swollen nub.

“Inu-ya-shaaaaa,” she whined as he laid her down on the tub’s edge.

“Like that do you?” he taunted, lifting his head from her breast to kiss her again. He was fully transformed but still seemed to have kept his mind intact. She wasn’t at all afraid. She knew he would never hurt her.

“Gods, yes,” she conceded as she lifted her hands to grasp and play with his ears.

His rumble increased as he left her mouth after nipping her chin then proceeded to bite, suck, and nibble down her body. There was no surface of her left untouched or explored. He was clearly learning her, memorizing her. She whimpered as he spread her legs apart and sunk into the water until his hot moist breath fluttered around her core.

“Please,” she begged even though she had never thought he would do something so-so-soooo—intimate. Oddly she knew with anyone else she would find this weird, or be embarrassed and worried out but with Inuyasha, she was reduced to begging him to explore her with his tongue.

She didn’t have to beg long as she felt his wet hot tongue lave between her folds. Fuck!!!!! The shrill cry that emerged from her made his ears flick back. She automatically removed her fingers from them and moved them to his silky hair. She tried to press him further into her—she wanted him to be inside her. She wanted him to swallow every fiber of her being.

“Yash,” she whispered breathlessly, allowing her head to fall back as his tongue entered her and swirling around her opening. The growl he exhaled made her shiver in delight and writhe demanding more from him.

He finally ended her suffering of teasing for what felt like eternity. Constantly being brought to edge to only for him to let her drop back down, Gods, payback was going to be a bitch. He wrapped his lips around her nub and sucked as his fingers had made their way into her, slowly grinding and stretching her.

Her release his her hard. She wailed his name swearing that the entire castle probably heard her. She felt her walls gripping his fingers rapidly. Panting, he kneeled and then lowered to hover over her and began kissing her, bringing her back from her drunken haze of her orgasm.

“Mmmmmmm, Inu-ya-sha,” she moaned desperately trying to pull him down to reengaged the closeness between them.

“Are you ready?” he said gruffly.

“Yes, please, make me yours,” she pleaded kissing him, tasting herself with her tongue that stroked against his fangs. Not having to ask twice, he slammed into her making her yelp. Tears formed in her eyes and she shuddered trying to reign in her discomfort so he didn’t panic.

To her shock, he began to kiss her cheeks and lick away the tears as he let out her favorite soothing rumble from his chest for her. He remained still and didn’t move any further. She figured out he was waiting for her permission. Probably taken aback by her pain and discomfort--not that she was upset with him. She knew it would hurt. While she was a priestess and didn't have the intention to marry, she knew what took place on wedding nights. Kikyo had been called in multiple times to check and make sure nothing was truly wrong. Most men would just fuck their wives and not worry about their comfort or pleasure. Inuyasha was not most men. That's how and why she fell in love with him.

Ultimately, she had been surprised he had taken her in that position. She thought about his inuyoukai heritage and thought he would have preferred her on all-fours. Or even that his instincts would demand it. She was glad he decided against it for the first time. Their second time, however, she wouldn’t have minded trying it.

She rolled her hips and pulled a heated moan from his throat.

"Are you ready?"

"Mhm," she said shakily.

"Ugh," he groaned as he pulled out and pushed his back in. She could tell even in his demon state, he was struggling. Like he was trying to control himself. But she didn’t want that. While she appreciated his concern, his movements were no longer uncomfortable. If anything they to slow; the slow burn wasnt enough. She wanted more-- she wanted all of him.

Her resolve found, she lifted her hands to cup his cheek startling him enough to still. She could tell she was blushing as she panted beneath him. Asking him, or rather telling him she wanted him as he was, a demon; she knew it could be taken the wrong way. But she accepted all of him. Exactly how he was.

"You don't have to go slow; it doesn't hurt. Don't hold yourself back. I want you as you are-- instincts and all."

He looked perplexed and shocked that she had admitted such a thing. She knew from his past he hadn't been accepted but… had she not been clear enough she wanted him? As a half-demon? Not just the half-human inside of him?

The growl of arousal pulled her from her thoughts as he pressed a hard and demanding kiss upon on her lips. Not doubt bruising them but damn, if it wasn't hot.

"I thought you'd want your first time the human way. Something I am not completely knowledgeable about," he admitted shifting above her.

"I'm happy you started there-- but I don't want you to be scared to be who you are. I love you. All of you."

"I'll learn."

"I have no doubt," she purred as he pulled out and flipped her to be on her hands and knees. "Practice makes perfect. And I don't know about you, but I intend to practice a lot."

"Good," he rumbled as he thrusted into her. She cried out, but not in pain-- in pure bliss. He kept slamming his cock deep into her core, hard, fast, and Gods, she felt her legs trembling to stay upright from the onslaught of sheer unadulterated pleasure.

His hands clenching her hips digging into her ass was the only thing keeping her upright as her arms have out as she came. A loud cry of a broken version of his name fell from her mouth likely was his only warning when she started to fall. But his arm wrapped under her chest to bring her upright-- her back to his chest.

"You're not done yet," he groaned into her ear as he licked the shell.

"Oh, Gods, Yasssssh," she moaned.

A clawed hand started to pinch one of her nipples while the other hand snuck around and started kneading her overly stimulated jewel.

"Ahhhhh," she sighed, panting, pleading to him.

"I'm close koishii," he whispered.

She whimpered her response, hoping he knew she was too.

His mouth hovered above her shoulder briefly before his tongue snaked out to lave from her arm to her neck. His fangs pressed into the junction of her and shoulder and she felt her walls tightening around his hard cock.

Wailing her third release of the night, her orgasm almost pushed her into unconsciousness. When his fangs pressed into her neck it kept her awake and screaming. It was an odd sensation. It was beyond arousing-- it would have sent her spiraling if she wasn’t already. The pain was sharp but easily forgotten when she felt the surge of demonic aura flowing through her, blending and melding with her own spiritual powers.

She felt full. Complete. She would have stayed that way if she could have forever to hold onto that first real feeling of love and belonging.

He relessed her slowly easing down as he pulled out from her. He lifted her into his arms and eased her back into the water holding her close.

"Mmmm," she hummed snuggling into his chest.

"Good?" He asked, his voice losing is demonic gruffness.

"Great," she amended. Lifting her head, she looked into his fully golden eyes and smirked. "Don't fight your instincts again. They know what they're doing."

He smiled softly back and kissed her. All his love poured into her.

#inuyasha x kagome #inukag #inuyasha #inuyasha fanfiction #inuxkag week #day 5 instinct

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princekoo · 4 years

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strawberry blond | pjm.

pairing. jimin x female! reader

genre/prompt. jimin takes a lot of photos; established relationship

word count. 1.3k

content. some mature language I guess but other than that its just cute married fluff with shy lil minnie!!

synopsis. You always wondered what was in those photo albums, but he was willing to let you into his world at his own pace.

writer’s note. written for the BTS Ghostie Writers Net’s writing bingo! this was the easiest prompt to come up with acc but it’s my favorite :)) I listened to strawberry blond by mitski while writing this!

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Your ears perked up at the sound of a camera shutter, the book you were holding releasing you from its firm grasp on your consciousness. You were so immersed in your reading you didn’t even notice the dip in the mattress before the shutter went off. Looking up from your momentary source of joy you look at the culprit, your permanent source of joy, the blond boy with a glinting silver wedding band on his ring finger. He slowly lowered his camera, a pretty peach blush spreading across his cheeks as he found out he got caught. His eyes avoided your gaze as he waited for the photo to print out of the polaroid, a small smile now the companion of his deepening blush. He was always so damn adorable, you nearly had to stop yourself from cooing at his actions most of the time. Despite being married for 3 years after an 8-year relationship, he still was bashful when it came to romantic gestures. Banter and skinship? Fine, didn’t affect him whatsoever. Now, saying romantically cheesy things and holding hands in public? Absolutely not-- he’d overheat from how red his face gets from those things. He was always like that, although it was worse when you both started dating. He’s more comfortable now, initiating rather than reacting, which was something you were glad about. He was comfortable enough with you to seek those things rather than hope you do them.

You grinned at his retreating form as he went to the other side of what will be the bedroom of your apartment. You watched intently as he opened one of his two precious boxes with “PARK JIMIN” scribbled on messily with Sharpie. He had mentioned those two boxes were where he kept all his printed out pictures and polaroids taken as well as adding a “please don’t open them, my love” into the mix as usual. He stashed the picture he just had taken of you away tenderly in one of the countless photo albums of Polaroids and photographs he kept, however this one looked different from far away. Definitely far more expensive than the others he buys, but its not like you’ll pry about it. He was very sensitive about his photographs, so he was practically the only one who was allowed to look at his still memories and you were okay with that. There’s no use in making someone you’ve spend most of your life and hopefully all of your future with uncomfortable. He had always been into photographing things he found “beautiful and worth remembering”, in his own words. Even during elementary where you’d both met he had disposable cameras which he took pictures of different things at recess that caught his eye and of both you and him as well as his other friends. After getting his first Polaroid camera for his 12th birthday, they’d been inseparable ever since. You stretched, now fully detached from the book in your sheet-covered lap.

Your back was against the wall for what felt like hours as you both didn’t have any furniture yet, causing your back to be stiffer than it would normally. You’d insisted on buying new furniture to signal a new start in your lives after moving from the apartment you both lived in for most of your relationship, but didn’t account for the delivery date and the move-in date, which left you with just a mattress against the floor and a bedside table your husband vehemently refused to get rid of. Something about bro-code and not being able to throw away something his bros got him or whatever. Beats you, it’s not like it was an ugly design or color. Just a plain orange wood IKEA bedside table that’s probably in thousands of aesthetic pictures online out there. A polaroid he took of you last night laid on the same table and your cheeks suddenly heat up at the image. He took it while your eyes were closed in the climax of uh… intimate affairs. Yeah, that. He never left his pictures out in the open like that though, so you spoke up.

Your “hey, love?” was met with a hum from the blond man, his back still to you as he put the special-looking album and the other albums gingerly back into their box.

“You forgot one…from… last night,” you ended the statement in a whisper, the lewd image making your confidence fade, demeanor reminiscent to how your own husband was a few minutes ago. You took the photograph in your hand and held it out for him to take. When he turned around and saw your hand, a flash of recognition went through his face. A mischievous smirk carved itself into his usually timid face and he stuffed his hands into his short’s pockets. He was usually the shy and reserved one, however, when you showed his usual qualities it triggered cocky and sadistic Park Jimin to make an appearance. Bastard was taking pleasure in your embarrassment. You rolled your eyes and waved the picture in his direction. Weirdly enough, his demeanor never faltered. He’d always fussed over putting them away and keeping them stored safely, away from prying eyes, but why was this clearly intimate picture any different?

“I’d like to hang that one up, actually. Hmm… let’s see… should I put it right above the bed? Maybe put it at the back of my phone? I’d like to stare at it as often as I can,” he teased, feigning a thoughtful expression as he trailed off. Your whine of response caused his smirk only to widen. Your brain finally caught up to the situation and your eyebrows furrowed. Now this was new. He never did that… He’d store all his pictures without wanting anyone to see them even before the start of your relationship. The pictures he took were always too precious to him for anyone else to see, too personal, he’d said often when anyone did ask. Your clear bafflement showed on your face as your head automatically tilted in question. He seemed to take notice and understand why you were confused rather than annoyed. His expression finally faltered slightly, the smirk falling from his lips only to be replaced by a small smile and a soft flush on his cheeks once more

“I’ve um… thought about it… for a while. Since we got married, actually. I want...” he trailed off, his voice faltering. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before continuing once again. “I want to show you all of my photo albums and the pictures I’ve taken… if you’d like? I want you to well... know all of me.” His voice trailed off at the end as he scratched the back of his neck.

You were left absolutely stunned. The situation you were suddenly thrust into had you completely taken aback. You knew how much his still memories meant to him and for you to be allowed to view them—to be the first known person besides him to view all of them in their entirety—it made your eyes water. It warmed your heart that he would trust you so much as to see even the deepest part of him he wished no one to see. It was a big step for him emotionally and the fact that he’s taking it made you just so damn happy. Your silence wasn’t mistaken, though. The lifetime you’d spent knowing each other gave him the ability to read you as though you were a book at the library. He knew how touched you felt and it only caused his blush to darken slightly. He knows what he’s going to show you. He loves taking pictures-- loves taking pictures of you. You’ll get to see how happy you make him. You’ll get to see exactly what he thought when those pictures were taken through the scribbles and dates on them. You would finally get a glimpse into the mind he had sealed away for protection. With a smile and nod, you accepted this wonderful change to your life.

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#btsghostiebingo #jimin imagines #jimin fluff #bts imagine #bts fluff #jimin x reader #jimin fanfiction #jimin scenarios #park jimin #pjm #pjm oneshot #bts #kpop #kpop fluff #kpop fanfic #married!au #btsboulangerie

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80s-roger · 4 years

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invisible man - Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader

summary: Roger is your neighbour and he’s been stalking you since the day you moved in opposite him. You caught him tonight and it’s going to be hella hot.

warnings: make out, protected sex, squirt

words: 2.265

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"Won't you come with us to the new pub downtown?" Brian asked when the recording session was done for today.

"No, I am tired..." Roger declined politely. Too rare for him.

"Tired or..." Freddie teased as he was wearing his leather jacket.

"You know Roger, it's totally fine if there's a girl!" John smiler.

"Kind of, we'll see." Roger nodded and left the studio when the rest members went to the new pub.

Roger has been your stalker since the day you moved in the neighbourhood he lives. You've noticed none of what he's doing. You actually know a rock star lives nearby your home but never made the effort to get to know him. He stays at his window all night watching you either sleep or undress which is his favourite one. All thanks to the telescope Brian got him for his 34th birthday. Tonight you caught him watching you over his telescope.

You just got home after a long ass work shift. Your male boss disrespects you and that shit drives your crazy. You overwork but you're underpaid just because you're a woman. You took off your working clothes, now you were watching yourself from the mirror before heading to the shower until a reflection from the mirror landing to the wall, distracting you. You felt something was wrong. As you turn your head to the window you notice a man watching you. And that man is the rock star. You knew that was his house. You felt embarrassed not knowing how many times he has done it before. You rapidly cover the window with the purple curtains and cover yourself with a dress you had behind the door so you could kick his ass by asking explanations. Roger was confused. He didn't know he caused the reflection neither you were coming to his place.

You aggressively knock his door. The second he opens the door, you take a moment to realise Roger Taylor from Queen was eventually the man who lives opposite you, yet he's the guy who was watching you. You both take a minute to process the situation.

"Oh you must be the new neighbour..." He awkwardly says when his hand was placed in his chest area under his blue suit.

"And you must be the neighbour who watches me with his telescope!" You were angry but also tired of your today's shift.

"N-no! I'm afraid you're mistaken!" He tried to save it but you didn't believe a word.

"Cut the bullshit, I saw you! Tell me how many times have you been doing it?" You asked and felt your blood boiling inside you.

"Just once!" He answered but you looked him in disbelief. "Or twice." his voice lowered. You crossed your arms, not believing a word. "Fine, since the day you moved into the neighbourhood." He finally admitted and your gaze was calmer than before. You were flattered a man like him watching you but it can be creepy too, right? But hey, you missed receiving some flirting. You were focused on your work all this time, you forgot about meeting new guys or even have some fun.

"At least you're honest now." You giggled. "Can I come in?" You politely asked.

"Y-yeah of course." He made way for you to get into his huge house. Makes sense for a rockstar. As you walked through his living room he looked kinda nervous. "Would you like a drink? I think it's finally time to know each other regardless of the circumstances." He awkwardly laughed but you laughed with his attitude. He was literally watching you all this time and now he acts like a child. You couldn't deny how handsome he was. His fluffy blond hair, his bright blue ocean eyes, his attitude. Dear God, you haven't felt complete as a woman for a long time. As you sat on his couch you were staring at the entire room like it was some kind of art. You could feel the heat coming from the radiators the minute you felt calmer, probably Roger turned them on to make you feel better in no time. Or he's trying to persuade you.

"Y/n, here's your drink." He offered the glass as he sat down next to you.

"Um, how do you know my name?" You curiously asked.

"I've been stalking you since the day you moved in. You think a name would be an obstacle to me?" he laughed as he took a sip from his whiskey. "I guess you know my name by now." He seriously said like he's a God you would worship.

"Yeah, of course, I do..." you nodded. "But when it comes to my name I don't know if I should creep out or be flattered." You laughed and followed his action.

"Be flattered because you're way too beautiful to be devastated. You've been a mess for a long time. Is there something wrong?" He asked looking worried but you felt shocked, knowing he's seen you this way. You should keep these curtains closed anyways. "You don't have to answer you know..." He added, making you feel comfortable.

"I'm actually really stressed." You started. "My boss keeps insulting me and I'm not even paid like my male colleagues are. This is unfair." You let out a breath, now your eyes getting blurry from the tears ready to fall. "It's been happening for two years, I can't stand inequality. I've had enough of being treated like I don't worth my position in that damn bank." You rested your head at the couch's back and cleared your eyes. You could feel Roger looking at you but he was unable to say a word.

"It's work that stresses you too much, huh?" He asked and put his glass on the table.

"I actually love my job... My boss treats me like shit." You eventually cried, thinking the reason he treats you this way.

"Why don't you talk to someone who's on a higher position than he's?" He asked. "Oh... y/n please don't cry..." His gentle fingertips took away your tears from your cheeks, feeling the desire among you. That was undoubtfully mutual.

"He's been assaulting me because I refused going out with him. Many were the times he insulted me in front of my colleagues saying nasty stuff." Υοu looked him in his eyes. You knew you liked Queen's drummer since the beginning but now it's different. You're opening your heart to him.

"Oh... Come here..." He pulled you closer. He pulled you in his arms, feeling what you missed the most. A man taking care of you. Let's be honest, you've been single for a lot of time and a hug is enough to knock you off of your feet. His eyes locked with yours. You've never felt this way before. His lips met yours and it was all so sudden you couldn't process the situation. His kiss was warm and everything you needed but it was over your limits.

"I'm sorry." You rapidly said, trying to get out of his warm hug. "I shouldn't have indulged myself this way." you pulled away and you could now see his eyes getting darker. You refused his affection and now you feel guilty too. Guilt took over and you stood up, attempting to leave his house. You never wanted to cry like a baby towards a man you just met. "I have to go..." you tried running but he stopped you. His hand grabbed yours and you looked him back to his eyes.

"Y/n please stay! Please... This is the first time I get to know you the way I want to. I know you want it too. Please." He was begging you for sex. He was begging for it for months but he couldn't meet you before. Now it's time to get to know him. You surely wanted to feel like a woman again. You haven't been laid for months and you want it now. And he wants it too.

"Do you really think I'm this type of woman?" you asked feeling easy.

"No definitely not. It's just- fuck. I want you, I desire you. Do I make any sense? You've been in my mind since the day you moved in opposite me, I'm not joking." His hands wrapped yours and his eyes wouldn't stop looking inside yours.

"I think you make sense..." you answered. You wanted to be laid, you needed it.

"I mean... Can I?" He asked for your permission to go on. You didn't talk. You were just looking at him.

"I haven't had it for a long of time so don't judge, okay?" You insecurely said.

"Same y/n." He came closer to you and his hands wrapped your waist, pulling you even closer to him and his bulge.

His lips met yours again, feeling the warm sense at your mouth and your body. Now you keep away your issues and the rules you've made to yourself. No one night stands. You didn't care now, it was all about feeling the pleasure and the desire. "Shall we go to my bedroom?" He asked, interrupting the steamy kiss. You nodded without saying a word. That kiss awakened your sexual desires.

You climbed on him, with your legs around his waist and your lips at his neck, giving him sweet and wet kisses. He could do that at the moment but he was too focused on the stairs.

His bedroom was huge and there was the telescope facing your bedroom's window. He gently threw you on his king-sized bed and it was hella soft and comfortable. He immediately removed his suit, staying chest-naked in front of you and now you had to do it too with your easy-to-be-taken-off dress in which you were braless. You spread your legs so now he could have access to your bodies colliding.

"You're so beautiful y/n..." He whispered to your ear, sending you shivers. You haven't heard that for such a long time. You knew by then how wet you are.

"Can't say the opposite." You slightly laughed to his ear and now his hands were below the dress, around your hips, squeezing them gently and carefully. "Oh, please undress me..." you laid your head back anticipating the second you would be naked.

"You're so ready for me..." He answered and with one fast move, he legitimately removed your dress, now only on your wet panties. "Not even a bra? So naughty from you." He bit his lip and placed his head at your chest, giving you kisses that would tickle you, but it didn't matter as long as sex was about to happen.

"Ah fuck..." You moaned when his hand went under your panties, rubbing your clit and now you were so horny, you would die from anticipation.

"Fuck, you're already wet. That was fast..." He smirked without interrupting your lips contact.

He took off his jeans, now his underwear was the remaining fabric that covered his boner. At the sight of himself jerking off and being prepared you took off your panties, rubbing with round circles your pussy, waiting for him to fuck you. "You better hurry, I'm so needy for it." You said and laid yourself at the back, now your head's rested on his pillows.

"So am I love..." He climbed on top of you, wore his condom and ready to thrust inside you. "Just tell me. How long? You better remember this night." He said with confidence.

"Must be half a year, I don't remember." You felt sad thinking about how undesirable you could be at that time.

"Oh love, you better enjoy it now. Do you have a safe word?" He asked as he caressed your cheek.

"It's just stop." You said as you don't have any safe words. Stop means stop, right?

"I like that." He bit his lip and gave you a deep kiss before entering your vagina.

His dick was inside you, filling you up entirely. It felt really good. It was that thing you missed. His soft moanings against your ears and his hips moving harmonically against you was everything you wanted. His eyes wouldn't stop tracking your emotions through your eyes.

"You're so good around me. Fuck..." He moaned.

"It feels so nice Rog..." You answered as the feeling of coming was near.

"You should have been doing it already..." You said with heavy breaths.

"You have no idea how long I waited for this." He smoothly said when he thrust a bit harder inside you and then you let out a softly louder moan. "Want it faster?" He asked before going that tempo.

He raised his eyebrow as you told him that. Confidence took over and now it's hell. It was faster and definitely better, both of you on the edge of coming. "Rog, I-i'm gonna c-"

"Hold it together baby, just a few seconds..." He interrupted you but now you have to hold it a little more.

"Rog seriously I can't!" You were feeling your legs shaking and now he felt it too as waves of pleasure, hit him like a truck. He was rubbing your clit, now it gets crazier. It's coming.

"Ah holy shit." He loudly moaned when he took himself off you and so did you. And right there, water-like liquids popped out of your pussy and Roger looked at you shocked. "Holy hell, that was hot." He said at the sight of you squirting.

"Yeah I usually do that." you laughed and now he went to his bathroom cleaning himself from the mess.

"We should have sex more often then. We should even start going out. Ain't leaving you now when our sex life is gonna be lit." You heard him laughing and you couldn't help but agree.

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wistfulcynic · 4 years

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Across The Snowy Places (5 /5)

And so the trope-alicious trope-fest comes to an end. Thus far we have seen: fake dating, bed sharing, matchmaking, snowed in, heater not working, favourite author, found families, and drunken affection/confession. Now it’s time for some mistaken first impressions and of course the happy ending!

I’ve loved writing this very silly thing, and especially loved the enthusiastic response it’s received from all you lovely people. Thank you ❤️❤️❤️

SUMMARY: Desperate to avoid another disastrous setup, Emma Swan tells her sister-in-law Mary Margaret she doesn’t need a date for Thanksgiving dinner… because she’s dating her neighbour, Killian Jones. The neighbour she tries to avoid but can’t seem to get out of her head.

Killian has been captivated by Emma from the moment they met, and he’s thrilled at this opportunity to get closer to her. But when they are trapped in a freak snowstorm in a room with only one bed, can he finally take the chance he’s been longing for, or will his actions drive Emma away forever?

In other words: TROPES GALORE

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For my favouritest person @thisonesatellite who is never less than the best despite her VERY SUBTLE reactions to things.

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CHAPTER FIVE: SATURDAY

Slowly, carefully, Emma removes Killian’s hand from where it rests against the bare skin of her stomach and slides out of the bed. She’s instantly freezing, not because the room is that cold but just from the loss of Killian’s warmth. She wishes she could crawl back in with him, curl up against him and feel his arms around her. But she remembers just enough of the night before to know that can never happen.

She grabs her sweater and pulls it on over Mary Margaret’s pajamas and slips through the door and downstairs to the kitchen. Her head is pounding and she’s desperate for coffee.

Mary Margaret is already in the kitchen, loading the dishwasher and humming Christmas songs.

“Hey,” she says. “How are you feeling?”

“Awful.” Emma collapses into a chair and cradles her head in her hands. “Is there coffee?”

“Of course.” Mary Margaret pours her a cup and loads it with milk and sugar. “No cinnamon syrup,” she says. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay, I’m more interested in the caffeine,” says Emma, wrapping her hands around the mug and leaning her aching temple against it.

Mary Margaret returns her attention to the dishwasher. “Where’s Killian?” she asks.

“Still asleep.”

“Thanks for bringing him yesterday,” says Mary Margaret. “I know you were reluctant, but we really loved getting to know him. I’m so glad you found someone you can love.”

Emma squeezes her eyes shut, fingers tight on her coffee mug.

“I don’t love Killian,” she says harshly. “We only just started dating.”

“I know, sweetie. But sometimes it doesn’t take any time at all to know you’ve found The One.”

“Ugh,” says Emma. “Not you too.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ruby said the same thing to me. ‘Mulan is The One, capital letters’.”

“Well that does happen. You know that David and I knew, pretty much right away.”

“Yeah.”

“And Killian, I think he’s pretty sure.”

Emma nods. He did a great job acting sure in front of everyone. She couldn’t have asked for a better fake boyfriend. If only he actually felt the way he pretended to feel.

She blinks in surprise at that thought, sitting up straight and immediately regretting it when a fresh jolt of pain pierces her eye socket. She groans and takes a gulp of coffee, then leans her head against the cup again and tries to think. Does she want Killian’s pretend feelings to be real ones? She thinks about how nice it’s been these past two days, being the focus of his attention and interest, how much she’s truly enjoyed his company. She thinks about her poem... God, her poem.... and about Killian and the pull she’s always felt towards him… not just the physical attraction but something more... and she thinks about how she kissed him, twice, and he rejected her both times. She gulps more coffee, swallowing a stab of pain along with it. It doesn’t matter what she wants if Killian isn’t interested, and two solid rejections have made that more than clear he’s not. She can’t allow there to be a third.

Killian wishes he were surprised to find himself waking up alone. But he’s not, not at all. He knows Emma, however much she might wish he didn’t, and he knows the consequences of pushing her too hard, coming on too strong. She’s run, and he’s all too aware of what that means: if he hasn’t completely fucked up his chances with her he’s at least reduced them to nearly nothing.

He rolls onto his back, rubs his hand over his face. There’s a hollow ache in his chest, an empty feeling of loss that he tries to tell himself is absurd as he never had her to begin with. And yet the idea of going back to how things were, to the snatches of conversation in the hallway between their apartments and long stretches of not seeing her at all... now that he knows how she kisses and the feel of her skin against his... now that he knows how much she treasured his most personal poem… it’s unbearable. He’s not sure he can survive it.

He wants to go home. Back to his familiar surroundings, to his books and his kitchen, where he can hide away and lick his wounds in peace. He drags himself from the bed and changes back into his clothes, wincing a bit at wearing the same things for the third day in a row, then folds David’s pajamas neatly and places them on Emma’s bed. He scans the room to be sure he hasn’t forgotten anything and his eyes fall on his poem, lying on the floor where it must have fallen when they got into bed last night. He picks it up and stares at it until the words are a watery blur and then he blinks the tears away, carefully folds the page and tucks it into the back pocket of his jeans.

He finds Emma where he expected he would, in the kitchen with Mary Margaret. She looks up as the door opens and their eyes meet. He holds his breath, half expecting her to look away, but she doesn’t and he offers her a smile, small and tentative. When she returns it he exhales in relief. It appears they’re still pretending, and he figures the least he can do is put on a good performance during his last moments as Emma’s boyfriend.

“Morning, love,” he says, giving her a one-armed hug and a kiss on the cheek. “How are you feeling?”

“Bit worse for wear,” she replies. “Mary Margaret gave me some aspirin though and she’s making eggs.”

“Would you like some, Killian?” Mary Margaret offers.

“No thank you, but I’d love some coffee.”

“Of course,” she says. “How do you take it?”

“Just black.”

He takes the cup Mary Margaret offers him, removing his arm from Emma’s shoulders as he does. She feels the loss like a dagger through her heart, and when she realises that’s probably the last time Killian will ever put his arm around her she has to blink back tears.

“I’m going to go get changed,” she says. “So we can get on the road as soon as breakfast is finished. I don’t know about you, but I really want to put on some clean clothes.”

“Aye.” Killian agrees heartily.

“David and I have some things you could—” begins Mary Margaret, but Emma interrupts.

“Oh, no, don’t bother, please, it’s just another two hours in the car then we can wear our own things,” she says. “I’m just going to... go… now…” she gestures vaguely and hurries from the room.

In the privacy of her bedroom she presses the heels of her hands firmly against her eyes, forcing down the thick knot of tears rising from her throat. If she cries her eyes will be red and Mary Margaret will know something’s up. Killian will know, and she can’t bear for him to pity her. She dresses quickly and runs her fingers through her hair, takes a deep breath and as she turns to go she spots her journal lying on the small table next to her bed. On a whim she grabs it, takes it downstairs and tucks it into her bag before returning to the kitchen.

They don’t speak in the car on the way home. Killian tries to summon the will to tease her or tell her a story that will make her laugh but he can’t do it. He fears his heart may be breaking, and it takes every ounce of strength he has just to hold himself together around the brittle shards of it.

Emma just wants to forget. She thinks about getting home, putting on her own pajamas and curling up on the sofa with a cup of hot chocolate and watching movies all day and just not thinking. Not about Killian or her hopelessly tangled feelings or anything else.

She parks the car in front of their apartment building and they get out, still saying nothing. Wordlessly they head inside, into the elevator and out again, and to their respective doors.

The silence is thick and tense as they unlock and open them, and then as one they turn to face each other. “Well,” Killian forces the word out, and a smile to accompany it. “I guess I’ll see you around, Swan.”

“Yeah.” Emma smiles too, though she fears it may crack her face. “Thanks for doing this, Killian. I really do appreciate it.”

“Of course, love. I’ll be your fake boyfriend any time, just say the word.”

“Yeah.”

Their eyes meet and hold and for a moment they stand still, trapped in emotion and the unspoken words that hang in the air between them. And then again as one they exchange stiff and awkward nods and turn away.

Emma takes a long shower, as hot as she can stand, then gets immediately into her favourite pajamas. She makes herself hot chocolate in her largest mug, tops it with cinnamon and a truly obscene pile of whipped cream and curls into a ball on the sofa. Netflix is full of Christmas movies but none appeal to her, and when she realises she’s been scrolling aimlessly for more than half an hour she turns off the TV and throws the remote down in disgust.

Despite her earlier resolution she can’t stop thinking about Killian. About how much she enjoyed her time with him, and how he turned out to be nothing at all like she expected. The flirting and innuendo is just one layer of him, she realises now, just the protective wrapper on the sensitive man beneath. The sweet and considerate and funny man with a strong streak of nerd that she finds ridiculously attractive.

The man who wrote her poem. The mystery poet who understood her without even knowing her, whose words got her through one of the most difficult times in her life. It should be unbelievable, she thinks, for that poet and her flirty, womanising neighbour to be one and the same and yet she finds that it makes perfect sense. Killian hides behind snark and innuendo the way she hides behind her prickles, and she’s willing to bet that the women she’s seen leaving his apartment early in the morning, never the same one twice, are just another coping mechanism. She understands those.

If she’d only understood it earlier. Killian has tried, over and over again, to get to know her. He invited her to dinner, offered her coffee, and each time she refused. She didn’t want to be someone he slept with once and never saw again, and caught up in her fear of pain and rejection she couldn’t see that that was never what he wanted.

And why is that?

Because she’s always felt it, that pull of connection, of recognition between them, and it terrified her. For a person who’s known precious little connection in her life and lost nearly everyone close to her, someone who’s spent her life wondering if she’s even capable of love, the idea of actually finding someone, of opening up to another person is a frightening thing to contemplate.

And now it may be too late.

She needs to sort out her thoughts, try to figure out what she wants, and now she understands where her impulse to grab her old journal this morning came from. She retrieves it from her bag along with a pen, flips it open to the blank pages at the back, settles down on the sofa and starts to write.

Two hours later she’s mentally exhausted and emotionally wrung out, but she knows what she has to do.

Emma stands outside Killian’s apartment taking deep breaths and trying to calm her racing heart. She’s just raising her fist to knock when the door swings open.

“Swan!” Killian stops abruptly and gapes at her. He looks terrible, his hair standing up in tufts at odd angles and his eyes red-rimmed. “I was just coming to see you.”

“You were?”

“Aye.” He runs his fingers through his hair, tugs at it, and Emma understands why it’s such a mess. He’s clearly in turmoil. His distress hurts her heart but before she can think of what to say to ease it he speaks again.

“Emma, listen,” he says, “I know I fucked things up, but—”

“You fucked things up?” She doesn’t mean to interrupt him but the words just burst out. That was what she planned to say to him.

“Aye, and I’m sorry but—”

She shakes her head. “Wait how did you fuck up?”

“I tried to push you too hard,” he says, in a voice dripping with disgust. “I should have slept in the chair last night. I shouldn’t have kissed you.”

“You regret kissing me?”

“No, I—I regret making you uncomfortable.” He yanks on his hair again, making her wince.

“But I kissed you back,” she points out. “I wanted to kiss you.”

“You were a bit worse for alcohol, love—”

“I still wanted to.”

He stares at her. “You did?” he whispers.

“Yes of course I did.” Emma’s head is spinning again. “Didn’t you get that from the morning at Granny’s?”

He visibly cringes, his ears turning pink. “I owe you an apology for that as well,” he says.

“What?”

“I don’t know what happened.” Killian is too caught up in his self-flagellation to see the way she gapes at him. “I woke up and the next thing I knew we were kissing and I… I couldn’t stop myself from...”

“Killian, I kissed you!”

He frowns. “Did you?”

“You really don’t remember?”

“I—I’m not at my sharpest first thing in the morning,” he replies. “It takes me a while to wake up fully.”

“Yeah, I got that.” She starts to laugh.

“Is this funny?” Killian sounds hurt.

“Not really, no. It’s just— we’ve had each other so wrong. I thought you didn’t want me.”

He snorts. “Why, because I practically begged you for months to go out with me? Because the first chance I got to spend time with you I jumped on with both feet?”

She glares at him. “Because I kissed you and you pushed me away. Twice.”

“I didn’t push you away, I just didn’t want to take advantage. To push you too hard.”

“Yeah, well I see that now.” She’s nearly shouting. “But it felt like rejection. And that plus all your other women, well...”

He frowns in confusion. “What women?”

“You know, all the women that are always leaving your apartment in the morning.”

“What are you talking about? If there are women fleeing my apartment I have no knowledge of it.”

“They’re not fleeing, they’re just, you know, leaving. After a night of—she waves her hand—you know. Sex hair and last night’s clothes. Those women.”

Killian looks completely baffled. “Swan, I haven’t slept with anyone in nearly a year,” he says. “I mean, yes, when I first moved here I had a few… dalliances, but once I—” he breaks off, ears going pink once again.

Emma gasps and her heart begins to race. He can’t possibly mean what she thinks he does. “Once you what?” she whispers. He reaches for his hair again but she catches his hand and holds it tightly. “Once you what, Killian?”

He swallows hard, then meets her eyes. “Once I met you,” he says gruffly. “After that I just couldn’t summon the interest anymore. It’s been a bloody inconvenience what with you not giving me the time of day, but there you are.”

“But I saw…” she trails off as she thinks back to the last time she actually saw any of those women. It’s... longer than she realised. Not since the first few months Killian lived in the apartment, in fact, when she glimpsed him in passing but before they officially met.

“Oh,” she said. “Well I feel dumb.” She looks up at him, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “You really haven’t—because of me?”

“When you say it like that, I feel dumb,” he tries to joke. “But yes. I haven’t wanted anyone but you since we met.”

“I want you too,” she says softly. “I always have.”

He pulls her closer by their still-entwined hands, close enough that she can feel his breath on her temple, see the raw vulnerability in his eyes. “You’ve got me,” he says, softer still. “You always have.”

She fists her hand in the front of his shirt and pulls his lips to hers. He meets her open-mouthed, his own hand clenched in her hair and holding her close as they devour each other without hesitation or restraint. Emma pulls her hand from his so she can slide it beneath his shirt, desperate for the feel of his skin, and Killian curves his hand around her ass and pulls her hips hard against his.

Emma whimpers at the pressure of his cock against her, the small noise bringing just enough awareness into Killian’s lust-drenched brain that he realises they’re still standing in the middle of the hallway.

He breaks the kiss. “Emma,” he pants, letting his forehead rest against hers and trying not to notice how wrecked she looks.

“Hmmm?”

“I wonder if you’d care to share a bed with me again,” he says. “For more enjoyable activities this time.”

“More enjoyable than sleeping?” she teases. “That’s a bold statement. I love sleeping.”

“Bold, you say?” He grins at her cheek. “Is that a challenge? Because you know how I feel about those.”

“Definitely a challen—oh!” she cries as he scoops her up and carries her into his apartment, kicking the door shut behind them.

“So does this mean you’ll finally have dinner with me?” Killian asks much, much later as they lay entwined in the tangled sheets of his bed.

“If you want,” she replies, and Killian frowns.

“Of course I want,” he says. “I think we’ve established pretty firmly how much I want you.”

“But are you sure you want, like, an actual full-on relationship? I’m not the easiest person to be with, Killian. I work long hours and I don’t open up easily. I mean, you said yourself I’m prickly.” She bites her lip and he can see the fear and worry in her eyes.

“And as I told you, I like your prickles,” he says, running his hand up and down her back until she begins to relax. “I like everything about you.”

The other L word dances on the tip of his tongue but he swallows it back. She’s not ready for that yet. He puts the word into a kiss instead, letting her feel how much he treasures her, and when they break apart the worry is gone and her eyes are soft and happy. She snuggles against him with a contented sigh and in that moment he knows—knows—that he won't have to wait too long to tell her how he feels. And for now, the knowing is enough for him.

For now.

Three hundred and sixty three days later Emma wakes up warm in a very cold room. She grins and snuggles closer to the source of the warmth, her very own personal radiator.

Killian just rolls his eyes when she calls him that, but she knows that deep down he loves it.

He’s still asleep, his hand warm against her bare skin, his cheek on her hair. She nudges him and he opens his eyes, blinking sleepily.

“Morning, love,” he says.

“Morning yourself.” She rubs her cheek against his chest. “You remember the last time we woke up in this room?”

“Aye. You accosted me before I was properly awake and had your wicked way with me.” His morning voice is deep and rumbly and it still does funny things to Emma’s insides, even after nearly a year.

“Are you properly awake now?” she inquires.

“Not quite yet. Why don’t you accost me again?”

“Well, if you insist,” she purrs, and kisses him.

A moment later her phone begins to ring. They ignore it.

They linger in bed for as long as they dare, but Emma’s phone continues to ring and so they drag themselves up and get ready to head for Mary Margaret and David’s for Thanksgiving dinner.

Killian shrugs on his coat and feels around his various pockets for wallet, phone and keys. When he’s sure he has all three he scans the room for anything they’ve forgotten, then looks over to find Emma sitting on the bed watching him with a small smile.

“What?” he asks.

“Nothing.” She gets up and goes over to him, kisses him on the cheek. “I just love you.” The words come so easily to her now but they still make his heart soar each time he hears them. Just as it soars whenever he sees the framed poem above their bed, when he thinks about everything it represents for them, how far they both have come.

“I love you, too,” he replies. He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, looks into her eyes. “Are you happy, Emma? Truly?”

“What? Of course I am.” She frowns. “Are you?”

“Very. More than I ever imagined I could be.”

“Me too.”

He kisses her, soft and sweet and full of love. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah, though I should probably call Mary Margaret back first to let her know we’re on our way.”

“All right. I’ll go check out and you meet me in the lobby when you’re finished.”

Mary Margaret answers on the first ring. “Emma!” She sounds half-panicked. “Where are you? When are you going to be here?”

“Um, in about an hour, I guess.”

“Really? Are you calling from the road?”

“No, Killian and I stayed last night in the inn where we got stranded last year. Kind of an anniversary thing.”

“Oh, that’s sweet.” Mary Margaret sighs. “Killian’s so sweet.”

“Mmhmm.” Returning to the inn was Emma’s idea, but she’s not about to admit it. Only Killian is allowed to see her soft, sentimental side. And besides, Mary Margaret’s not wrong. Killian is sweet.

“Well, I’m glad you’re not far, honestly. Regina and Robin are already here so the sooner you arrive the better.”

"We’ll be on our way as soon as Killian’s done checking out.”

“Great! See you soon, sweetie.”

“See you soon.”

“Did you sleep well?” asks Granny as she swipes Killian’s credit card.

“We did, very well. Bit cold this morning, though, the heater went out during the night.”

Granny nods. “Happens sometimes in that room, as you know.” You should know, her tone suggests, you requested that room specifically.

She hands back the card along with a pen the receipt for him to sign.

“I do indeed,” Killian agrees, signing his name with a flourish. “Oh, and by the way...” he gives her a razor sharp smile as he slides the receipt back across the reception desk. “I’m on to you, old woman.”

“What do you mean?” Granny tugs at the receipt but he doesn’t relinquish it.

“I know what you did last year,” he replies. “With the ‘only one room’, and the ‘broken’ heater. Are you aware that my girlfriend’s sister-in-law is Mary Margaret Nolan?”

“Darn it, Ruby,” huffs Granny. “That girl never could keep a secret.”

Killian thinks that’s rather unfair. Ruby has kept his and Emma’s secret admirably.

“Aye,” he growls, still holding the receipt. “And I have only one thing to say to you.”

“Oh? And what’s that?”

“Thank you.”

#cs fic #cs ff #cs ff au #captain swan #all the tropes #and now the best one #the happy ending #fluffy fluffety fluff #across the snowy places #profdanglaisstuff

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chimbbles · 5 years

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showering with johnny

↬ pairing: johnny x reader

↬ genre: fluff + like .2 suggestive smut lmao

↬ word count: 1.2k

coming home after a long day outside, you’ll be greeted by the disappointment that is the shower already running- johnny started the shower before you could make it back. you pout, even if he’s not physically there to see it. you thought you guys had a deal.

trudging into the bedroom you’ve discarded most of your clothes, a messy trail of it left behind as evidence while you make your way to the bathroom.

you open the door as quiet as you can, determined to keep your plan intact. you’re already naked, and the hot steam escaping through the door blasts on your face, a mild contrast to the chilly bedroom atmosphere.

stepping in, you check if he can spot you and possibly ruin your surprise, but it seems even the odds are with you when he has his back towards you, completely unaware of your presence. tiptoeing your way to him you hold your breath whilst sliding into the shower with him, as if any breath you take will blow your cover.

in one swift motion you curl your hands around his waist, locking him in place as you playfully bite down on his shoulder blades.

the little jump he does is not mistaken, so are the goosebumps forming on his skin. success is yours and revenge is yours to take. you only discovered how warm his skin was against yours, feeling a bit guilty as it must’ve scared him even more.

“can’t believe you would betray me like this,” he offers you a chuckle, turning around to face you, “exchanging me for a warm shower.”

his laugh makes you feel hot, even more so when trapped in the temperature of the shower. he runs his wet fingers across your cheeks, the smile he gives you makes you feel like your chest could burst anytime, and all that will come out is the love and adoration you feel for this man.

“wouldn’t trade you for anything in the world, my love,” kissing your forehead, he further shields you from the downpour behind him with his towering height, “I couldn’t stand the grime from practice. you wouldn’t wanna kiss a dirty johnny, would you?”

you curse internally at how he makes you feel, even after two years of dating every word he says feels like the first, and the charm in his voice never loses, if anything, his affection for you emphasizes it even more.

he looks absolutely ethereal, full display of his love for you genuine in his eyes, zero doubt flowing in them, with his back to the pouring droplets; like the moment freezes just so you could admire him even more.

he lowers his head down to place a gentle kiss on your lips, smiling when he pulls back, “welcome home, my angel.” for second you’re wooed, until you can taste the minty toothpaste he uses, he even brushed his teeth without you, your whole night routine without you.

you let him wrap his arms around you, switching positions until you’re the one under the shower. you can’t open your eyes to see what he’s doing, not without big fat droplets of water trying to attack your vision.

you get a bit nervous, because you don’t like being under the shower too long, and johnny knows this, so he turns it off after he’s got your hair all wet, using your shampoo to help cleanse.

you take a deep breath and just relax in his hold, letting his big palms run over your scalp and simultaneously massage it, working the shampoo in or trying to send you into deep bliss, you’re not too sure.

after he’s done with your hair he annoyingly rubs the remaining bubbles onto your body, letting it gathering in a spot before going to get his own body gel, smoothing it over your shoulders, then your arms.

he slowly descends down, over your chest, tummy, and soon your legs. you’re so wrapped up in the calming manner of his actions you don’t actually register his disappearance from next to your head, and the next time he shows up his face is near your butt, because you can feel him breath out dangerously close to it.

you gasp when his fingers slid across down there, opening your eyes to see his finger poking through on the other side. he sneakily continues, repetitively running his finger over you and even going as far as rubbing you.

by the time he gets back up to face you you’re hot and bothered, face further flushed from his sudden crude actions. cheekily, he sends a grin your way, diligently avoiding when you lean forward to kiss him.

you don’t get to protest before you’re shoved under the running shower, water splashing hard onto your face once again. johnny washes off your shampoo from the back, occasionally leaning down to fit in quick pecks on your shoulders.

when he’s off to clean your body you stun him with a quick turn behind, smashing your lips onto his and wrapping your arms around his neck, this time it’s your turn to hold him in place while you have your way with him.

you guys share a longing kiss under the heavy deluge of water, reenacting that ‘kiss in the rain’ scene from romance movies, completely unbothered by the water bouncing off each others’ skin.

johnny pushes you off his lap when things start to get more heated, turning down your advances, like your attempt to hoist your legs around him. he breaks the kiss to chuckle, wiping the bubbles that oddly got onto his lips with the back of his hand, “later, okay? it’s dangerous in the shower.”

“should’ve thought of that when you touched me all of a sudden,” you huff out.

“are you saying you didn’t like it?” johnny teases back, and it’s starting to poke annoyingly at your frustration but he continues to wash off the remaining shower gel without a care in the world.

not long after both of you finally get out of the shower, drying yourselves off with your towels in front of the fogged up mirror. johnny closes the distance between you guys after he’s finished, swooping you into a big warm hug- one that tugs on your heartstrings more than you care to admit.

he leans down to take a whiff of your neck, humming approvingly when the scent hits his nostrils. “you smell like me, I like that,” of course he does, it was his secret wish all along, like you wearing his clothes weren’t enough, he wanted you to smell like him all the time.

he stumbles back a bit when you give him a rather hard shove, his big frame wasn’t the easiest to get by. hopping onto the marble table stop, you ignore the cold biting into your freshly showered skin, and spread your legs wide open in front of him, prompting him to pick up where he left off.

his surprise dies down with a smirk plastered on his face, walking over to you to hold you in his arms, “we just showered,”

“are you going to break a second promise tonight? not wanting to brush your teeth again?”

a loud laugh bubbles through his chest and out his beautifully plump lips, not even the slightest fazed at your discovery.

slowly, he kneels before you, pulling onto you to adjust your position, legs hanging off the ledge and you presented right in front of him, like his next meal. “this puts the fiasco behind us, deal?”

he doesn’t wait for your answer before he dives in, making a mess of you on the counter top, unknowingly putting in more effort when he remembers that small bathroom window on top of the toilet, getting excited when he thinks about the neighbors possibly figuring out your activities if he makes you moan loud enough.

he doesn’t hold back, because he thinks if it does get too dirty, he gets another excuse to hop into the shower with you again.

#listen #johnny is the king of endearments #don't fight me on this #johnny fluff #johnny smut #nct johnny #nct fluff #nct smut #mine

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belmontsfate · 5 years

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Day 25: Request - Marie & Alucard

- The Year 2104 -

“Trevor, could I request something of you?”

Glancing up from his book, Alucard found his mother standing before him. He immediately picked up on the fact that something was bothering her. For starters, she was looking down at her feet, shuffling awkwardly. His mother rarely ever acted this way, especially not around him. She always looked at him directly in the face, a bright smile on her face.

“Of course, mother,” he told her. “What can I do for you?”

She didn’t answer at first, increasing his curiosity. He didn’t understand why she was so hesitant to request something of him. Surely she knew that he would gladly go to the end of the world and back for her. After all, she was his mother. He had always held a deep respect for mothers and how they loved their children so much that they were willing to endure unspeakable pain to give them life.

“Would you let me cuddle you in my arms?” she asked in little more than a whisper. Had it not been for his vampiric sense of hearing, he probably wouldn’t have heard her.

He was slightly taken aback by this specific request, not knowing how to reply. He could honestly say that no one had ever asked to cuddle him. Sypha had never seen the need to ask for cuddles or any type of affection, and he didn't see why his mother would need to either.

“I have no objections to the idea, but why would you ask for permission to do so?” He inquired. “It is a mother's right to cuddle her child as she wishes.”

Marie looked up from her feet. “I wasn't sure how you'd feel about it. The last time I cuddled you was when you were a baby, and now you're a grown man. I feared you might be too old for cuddling.”

Alucard chuckled, amused by her admission. It was humorous, yet at the same time understandable. Many years of watching him grow had been stolen from her. They were all struggling in their own ways as they got used to living as a family, but the important thing was that they were making progress.

“I will never be too old to receive affection from my mother, and that's saying a lot considering how old I am.”

Gracing him with one of her smiles, she sat down next to him on the couch, wrapping her arms around him, which she found a bit difficult to do as he was a tall, strapping young man. Leaning her head on his shoulder, she sighed with contentment. It wasn’t the same as being able to actually hold him in her arms when he was a baby, but it was good enough for her. He would always be her baby boy.

After a while, Alucard noticed that his mother was shivering a bit. Afraid that he was making her shiver with his icy cold skin, he quickly grabbed the blanket that hung over the back of the couch, pulling it over her and tucking it in-between the two of them.

“You’re so considerate, Trevor,” Marie remarked. “Just like your father.”

Alucard let out a small chuckle at that. It was rather strange to imagine his father as considerate. Even though he had given up the grudge he held against mankind, he was still far from being an all-over kind and considerate man. He probably never would be.

“He’s only considerate of you, mother.”

“He’s considerate of you too,” she insisted. “You do not give your father enough credit. He can be considerate of others as well.”

“I suppose it’s because I never got to see what he was like before he became Dracul.”

“Well then, perhaps I ought to tell you stories.”

And so she did. Alucard listened intently as she told him all about their youth, relaying stories that made his father sound like a completely different person. She told stories of how he used to take over the chores of his fellow squires when they were ill or injured. She told of how he used to rescue an old lady’s cat out of a tree. Through these stories, Alucard was presented with a side of his father he had only caught rare glimpses of.

“That side of your father is still inside of him, he simply refuses to show it to those he doesn’t trust,” she claimed.

Alucard nodded his head in understanding. He couldn’t entirely blame his father for that. After all, he had been betrayed so many times. Something like that was bound to affect anyone.

Settling into an easy silence once more, they continued to cuddle for a while longer.

Eventually, Dracul entered the room. Seeing the two of them curled up on the couch together, he couldn’t help but smile as he approached. “What is this? Can it be that my wife is hogging our son’s affection all for herself?” he teased.

“Yes, that is exactly what I am doing,” Marie smirked. “He is all mine.”

“We’ll see about that,” he challenged. Sitting down on the other side of Alucard, he too wrapped his arms around him, joining in on the cuddles.

If Alucard thought that it was awkward being hugged by his mother, who was much tinier than him, he was mistaken. It felt much more awkward being hugged by his father. However, he kept his mouth shut, much too amused by his parents’ actions to be bothered.

“And to think that father and I are some of the most feared creatures in the world,” Alucard muttered to himself, squished between his mother and father. “If only mankind could see us now.”

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yourdreamscenarios · 5 years

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When you almost drown

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“The stunt is really easy. The box fills itself with water, and in the video it’ll seem as if you can’t get out and you have to wait for someone to get you out before the box is completely full. Your facial expressions will provide us the dramatic affect. It’ll be a great shot!” The director said, smiling brightly at you as he showed you that so called box he had been talking about. Well, one thing was for sure, you wouldn’t really have to fake those facial expressions. Just the thought about dying in such a painful way, having to rely on someone else to safe you out of a situation like that while you were slowly nearing the end of your life was enough to make your heart beat against your ribs. But instead of saying that you smiled at him and you gave him a short nod. Just the thought of climbing into that box scared the crap out of you, but you weren’t going to let it get to you. This was your comeback and the music video had to be amazing if you wanted to make it a success. Fans had been waiting for this for months and your manager had actually found an extremely talented directer who wanted to work with you for this.

Everyone got their own close up and since the song was quite dramatic, everyone seemed to be having a hard scene. To be honest you were quite happy that you didn’t have to do Jessica’s close up, since she had to bawl her eyes out in front of the camera. You didn’t have a very nice crying face so that would have been a very bad idea. They had dressed you in full black and you didn’t know if they’d done it so that you would be visible in the water of to make things even more dramatic, but you were sure it would work. Thank god it wasn’t too cold in here, otherwise you would have dreaded the thought of heading into that water even more. “Alright, prepare yourself. We’ll start shooting in ten minutes.” The director said and you took that as your sign to sneak out. You tried to keep up a straight face as you neared your boyfriend, who was waiting at the back of the set with his friends. You were sure he’d heard everything, because his gaze was firmly locked with yours, as if he was trying to read your thoughts. He’d probably be disappointed if he could, because he probably didn’t want to know what you were thinking right now.

Hoseok whistled as you came closer, but you knew he wasn’t doing it at you, otherwise Jungkook would have strangled him by now. “I would never go in there.” Yoongi said as he eyed the box at the other side of the room with suspicion, as if it was some kind of murder weapon. The way it stood there, surrounded by the green screens, it did indeed look quite threatening. So far the water only filled one third of the box and the thought that you’d have to stay in there until that entire thing was full caused chills to run down your spine. Yoongi’s statement didn’t sound that crazy at all. It wouldn’t surprise you if any person with a good functioning mind would stay as far away from a thing like that as possible. “You don’t have to do it.” Jungkook suddenly said, and you were sure he had seen your thoughts written all over your face, that boy didn’t even need to be able to read your mind for that. To him, you were an open book. As you shrugged your shoulders you tried your best to seem indifferent about the entire thing as you loosened your eyes from the box and looked at him instead. “It’s fine, it’s like taking a swim.” You muttered, but you knew that this wouldn’t be anything alike.

Still, the director acted as if he had control over everything and the way he had made it sound hadn’t seemed that bad at all. It would probably all be over before you knew it. Taking a deep breath you shook off your nerves as you guided your attention towards the guys in front of you. The eight of you were supposed to go iceskating tonight. Or at least the seven of them had planned it and Jungkook had asked you to join them. It had been such a long time since you’d skated, so you’d agreed to go. Even though you knew that you would fall straight onto your face for at least twenty times and your boyfriend would have so much fun watching you go down, it still seemed like a great way to spend your night. Besides, Seokjin still owed you a hot chocolate and you hadn’t forgotten about that at all, tonight you were going to make your claim on it. But since you still had work to do they had agreed to come pick you up from set so that you could go to the rank right after this. You didn’t expect for the shooting to run out so you would probably be finished in less than an hour. Besides, they didn’t seem as if they were bored. After all they felt at home at places like this. “Just make sure you can still go iceskating after this. I’ve been looking forward to it.” Taehyung said as he clasped his hands together in front of his chest, looking like a happy child.

While rolling your eyes at him you heard someone calling out your name. Looking back over your shoulder you watched the way the director sent you a questioning look, as if to ask if you were ready. Giving him one short nod you prayed that your make up was water proof. “Where are your friends anyway?” Namjoon asked, referring to your band members. He’d asked the question very innocently, but never the less you all eyed him as if he’d just been way too obvious. Everyone grinned at him as he sent you a bewildered look. “What? I was just curious.” He stated as he crossed his arms over his chest and pretended to be extremely interested in the way the staff came towards you to pull a brush through your hair one final time. It was no longer a secret that Namjoon had a crush on Amanda, and actually it was kind of adorable. Since you were one of those people who got information from both sides you knew that she liked him too, which made all of this even funnier to watch. They were so uncomfortable around each other, it was almost painful to see those two together. “The food just arrived, I guess they’re having diner.” You explained and reminded yourself that you should do the same before you left.

Taehyung’s eyebrows popped up by the mentioning of food and you watched him triple through the room in the hope to find some, with Seokjin following straight behind him. You shook your head at them, but you knew that at this moment everyone was probably hungry. “Alright, I’ll be back.” You muttered as you began to walk back towards the set, and with that towards the large box which was still looking as threatening as it had done a few minutes ago. “Are you sure about that?” Jimin shouted after you and even though you were sure he’d meant it as some kind of joke, you couldn’t help but feel your shoulders tense underneath your shirt. Behind you, you could hear Jungkook scold him for teasing you like that. You knew that if he hadn’t seen the uneasiness inside of your eyes that he would have joined him instead of defending you. As soon as you stilled in front of the box a few staff members marched towards you as the director stood next to you. “Ready?” He asked while two men began pushing a ladder against the glass material. Taking a deep breath you tried to keep your voice steady as you repeated the same word. “Ready.”

There was something about this situation that just didn’t please him. Maybe it was the way your director didn’t seem to leave any room for discussion when he suggested the idea of this close up shot, or maybe it was the fact that even he felt uncomfortable by the sight of that glass box. Either way, it bothered him even more that he knew that you just weren’t actually up for it and that you actually didn’t want to do it. Even though you didn’t seem to be willing to tell him, he’d seen it written all over your face. You weren’t really good at hiding those kinds of things from him. The artistic part of his mind was telling him that once this shoot would be over, the result would be amazing. If they could add some special effects with the green screens he was convinced you were going to get lots of compliments about your acting work. He knew you could act, he’d seen it before and he knew you were better in it than he was. He liked to say that was one of the only thing you were beating him at, but that would be a lie. Not that he was going to admit that. “Do you think Amanda might be up for a chat?” Namjoon asked beside him, and somehow it kind of felt strange to him that his older friend was coming to him for dating advice.

He was always the one asking his hyungs about what he should get you for your birthday or what he should be doing for your dates. The roles didn’t reverse very often. Yet, it seemed like he just had to accept that right now he was the one with the most experience in the dating field. “You’ll never know if you won’t try to talk to her.” He mumbled and he was aware of his extremely lame answer. That was probably the last thing his friend needed to hear, but he couldn’t think of a better pep talk as he watched the way a staff member helped you onto the ladder. He wished he could just do the shot for you, but there was no way he could be mistaken for you. It seemed like you were stuck with this one. “I think Taehyung and Seokjin are having a great time with Amanda right now.” Yoongi teased and the boys counted the seconds silently, just to see how long it would take. He’d turned around by the count of three and before they could blink Namjoon had appeared from their sight. Yoongi chuckled beside him, but Jungkook still didn’t acknowledge him.

By now you were officially standing at the bottom of the box and the man had succeeded in taking away the ladder. Before he could tell what has happening the director had called action and the water had started running. The water entered the box at the left bottom side and somehow seeing you like this wasn’t something he had been looking forward to. Even though he knew it wasn’t real, it still seemed real enough. He had to fight the urge to run over to you and pull you out of there. “How about you try to breath.” Hoseok advised him on his right side, causing Jungkook’s lips to press together into a straight line. It was all easy for him to say, it wasn’t his girlfriend who was standing in that box with water already reaching her shoulder. He didn’t understand why he was so worried, but he wasn’t ready to shake it off. Yet, his friend didn’t seem to be ready to let go either because all of a sudden Hoseok had moved right in front of his view, blocking the sight of the box and at the same time making it impossible for him to see you. “What the hell man, move aside.” Jungkook said, and today was probably one of the few times he was rude against his friends without having a really good reason. But he was annoyed, since Hoseok knew it was important for him to watch this and he was doing this on purpose. If he really thought this was going to help him calm down then he was dead wrong. “It’s just some water JK, you need to relax.” Hoseok said, but they all turned silent when they heard a loud thud.

The blow caused the water around you to shake, and you could actually feel your heart skip a beat as you looked up to see what was going on. While blinking your eyes in surprise you had to state that the black lid had not been down before you had entered. It had been up all this time, and you had expected it to stay up. The water was had already reached up further than you had expected and by now you were kicking your feet to keep yourself moving towards the ceiling. Not knowing what else to do you searched the face of the director, but by the expression on there, you could tell this wasn’t something which had been planned. Your acting had lasted quite fine until now, but as soon as you pressed your hands against the lid on top of the box and you realized it didn’t move, acting could go straight to hell. You hit your fists against the platform, and it made some kind of dull sound, but it didn’t open. The water was still streaming out of the tube at the bottom as your legs were getting tired of kicking, your muscles acidifying. Panic rushed through you as you watched people getting up from their previous spots. The same men who had helped you with the ladder earlier were now replacing it against the wall, and were climbing up at fast as they could.

The director was screaming at someone, probably ordering someone to turn off the water. You should have been out of here by now. Your heart was thumping against your chest as you heard someone pull the lid on top of the box with force, but it didn’t open. “_____________!” Jungkook’s voice reached your ears as you took another gulp of air, only to notice that water was already starting to stream into your mouth. You coughed as you tried to get it out of your lungs, but the seconds it took you to do that, the water seemed to reach the edge of the box. With big eyes you stared up at the spot that had been filled with air a few seconds before and now it was just gone. Your clothes were pulling at you, your shoes were heavy at your feet as you tried to keep on paddling them. You bumped against the ceiling, begged for it to open as the air started burning inside of your lungs. You wanted to breath, you had to. It happened automatically as you pushed the air out of your chest, your body prepared to gather a fresh load, but you only felt water. Someone was thumping on the iron above you, as adrenaline rushed through you and the painful realization kicked in that Jimin had been right after all. It was the last thing you were able to think of before everything turned blank.

He couldn’t remember he’d every shoved Hoseok to the side this harshly, his friend even crashed onto the floor because of the impact. He was going to get his ass kicked over this later. It took him a few seconds to figure out what had happened, but once his mind wrapped around it, it seemed as if his impulses were taking over. The only things he could see were the people who were climbing on top of the ladder and were starting to pull on some closed lid on top of the glass box. The next thing that hit him was that they couldn’t open it, and you were still inside. Before Hoseok had moved in front of him the water had only reached your chin, but now he had to see how it had almost reached the top of the box while you were trying your hardest to stay afloat. “______________!” He shouted, as he pushed himself off from his spot and started running. How was it possible that those idiots couldn’t lift that stupid lid? He looked at the way you were fighting to free yourself, as the seriousness of the situation had hit you and he wondered why no one had shut down the water until now. He practically ripped the two guys aside as they occupied the ladder, almost making it impossible for him to get up. When he finally reached the top his entire body was boozing with adrenaline, his breath leaving his mouth in short pants as he pulled at the lid. It didn’t move. He snatched it again, and again, ignoring the painful sensation inside of his hands as he thought about the way you should be feeling at the other side of it.

Unless someone had shut down the water, the box would be full by now. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity but what only could have been seconds, the iron snapped and it made a terrible sound as he was able to jerk it upwards. “_______________.” He gasped as he stuck his hand into the water, grabbing hold of your arm and yanking you towards him. Time seemed to freeze when he noticed your dead weight in his hold. The wet clothes made you much heavier than usual and it was not an easy task to lift you while standing on a small ladder. Yet, he managed as he hoisted you up inside of his arms, cradling you against his chest as he made his way down towards the floor. He barely even noticed all the people who had gathered at the set, your band mates, and his. It seemed like they had figured out something was more important than food. The sphere inside of the room was loaded as Jungkook lowered you to the floor. No one dared to make a sound as he grabbed your face in between his hands and softly said your name. He’d hoped that you would wake up, but the longer he stared at you, the more convinced he was that something was terribly wrong.

“She’s not breathing Jungkook, she needs CPR.” Namjoon said as he crouched down beside his younger friend, barely able to get a grip on everything that was happening. Jungkook dug inside of his mind and tried his best to think clear beside the panic he felt. He’d had CPR classes in high school, but it had been a while and back then he hadn’t thought that he’d ever need that kind of information. And besides all of that, just thinking about performing CPR on you made him feel sick. But he also knew that every second counted, he would never forgive himself if you wouldn’t survive. “Get out of the way, I’ll do it.” The director said, causing a rage so deep to flare inside of him, something he had never felt before. He pushed him off, with so much strength that he slammed against the tiles. “Don’t you dare touch her!” He roared sending him a threatening glare before he positioned himself beside you on his knees. Silently he encouraged himself that he could do this, even though his hands were shaking with the anxiety of doing something wrong and loosing you. Folding his hands across of each other he placed them in the middle of your chest before he pushed down, hoping that the rhythm he’d picked up somehow seemed right.

He tried not to think about everything he could break as he pushed through, counting quietly. Someone had started sobbing in the further back while his friends were staring down on him with large eyes. Namjoon was counting with him, guiding him through it. “Come on ____________, wake up.” He pleaded as he tried to catch his breath, his arms already tired after thirty compressions. Leaning down he used one of his hands to pinch your nose as he placed the other underneath your chin. He’d seen this on TV once, he knew that for sure. But that had all been a script, a scenario, this was real. He felt like crying when he pressed his lips against yours and blew the air from his lungs into yours. This might be the last time he ever touched them. “Yes, she drowned sir…No she’s not breathing…” Someone explained to the emergency services, making all of this sound painfully real. You weren’t breathing, and he didn’t know what the hell he was going to do if he wouldn’t be able to change that. “Five…Six…Seven….Eight…” He was just about to press again when all of a sudden you chocked, and water emerged from your mouth, straight onto his shirt. It was as if his heart got wings, because it suddenly felt so much lighter.

You coughed while gasping for air, your hands reaching for something without knowing what you were looking for. Until all of a sudden you felt someone pull you up into a sitting position, making it easier for you to catch your breath. Everything hurt, your chest, your lungs, your throat, your head. It was as if someone had driven you over with a truck. “Sshhh, it’s okay. Calm down.” Jungkook’s voice was soft inside of your ear, but you could hear the tremble inside of it as you got cradled against his chest. Someone wrapped a blanket around your shoulders while your memories about what you’d just been through floated back into your mind. “You’re safe now, don’t cry.” He continued, stroking your hair comfortingly as he tightened his hold around you. You hadn’t even noticed you had started making a very high pitched sound until he’d said that. You felt the way he nuzzled his nose inside of your hair as his hand brushed up and down your arm, trying to warm you up as you shook against him.

It was only when he drew away slightly so he was able to look at you that you saw the emotion he was trying to hide inside of his eyes. It was one of mortal fear. Not knowing what else to do you wrapped your arms around his neck, hiding the both of you in your blanket. He was already soaked anyway, so it didn’t really matter. “God I was so scared.” You muttered, your voice hoarse as it scrubbed against the inside of your throat. You felt as if you’d just swallowed an ocean. While hiding his face in the crook of your neck you felt the way he snaked his arms around you in an iron grip, as if he wasn’t planning on letting you go ever again. “Me too.” He admitted, pressing a slight peck underneath your ear. You’d have to ask to hear the story of what had happened after you’d lost consciousness but you weren’t sure if either of you were ready to talk about that at this moment. So the two of you just remained silent as you cherished the way he held you.

“Emergency service, please let us pass!” An unknown voice shouted into the crowd and everyone did what they were asked, creating a path to let two people dressed in green and yellow suits make their way towards you. “Miss, are you alright, can you tell us what happened.” The woman asked, sending you a concerned but friendly look, one that told you that you could trust her. You nodded, not sure if you were able to speak without bursting into tears. “Why don’t you come with us honey, you can explain anything in the ambulance.” The man said, trying to help you get up. Reaching for Jungkook’s hand you hoped they were able to see that you weren’t planning on going anywhere without him. And by the way he squeezed your fingers you could tell he wasn’t going to let you.

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Pt.2

Seyoons eyes widened very slightly as he saw the group of people approaching him and Jun. Just that small change was enough for his expression to go from neutral to barely masked disbelief and panic.

"Oh hi Seyoon, Jun you tagged along too!" Guerin greeted them with a smile framed by a deep red tint on her lips and glitter eyeshadow. She acted as though she didn't notice the face Seyoon was making or why he would possibly be making it.

"You brought HEET! And Charlie!" Jun exclaimed with a grin as they all bowed in greeting. Jun felt the opposite of Seyoon, he was amused at the predicament his member was put in.

"I thought it would be a good idea to have more people with us so it wouldnt be mistaken for something it's not. This way it looks like the boys are here to hang with Sunbaes and I have a friend along to keep me company!" Guerin explained.

"There are zero things wrong with your plan." Seyoon said with a hollow smile, frantically checking his bank account mentally. He had brought Jun along for the same reason with the promise of a meal, but hadn't planned on Guerin having a similar idea on a much larger scale.

The group was lead to a table, Guerin and Charlie across from Seyoon and Jun at the end, and the five boys in HEET filling in the rest. Guerin had made sure to call in advance to request a private area so they could eat as peacefully as possible. Everyone opened menus and began chattering excitedly about what to order. Seyoon tried not to look at prices or mentally calculate what everyone was suggesting.

"Guerin, he's suffering. This is so mean." Charlie said in English to her friend.

"I know! Honestly I thought he was going to say something before now. It's not as fun if he doesn't put up any kind of fight." Guerin muttered back in English. Seungbin next to Charlie had understood pretty well, most of HEET was able to practice their english quite a bit with their manager and fellow member Gabriel therefore were able to get the gist.

"You didnt tell him he doesnt have to pay?" Seungbin gasped.

Minhwan hid a smile "Is that why he has so much stress?"

Jun and Seyoon had looked up curiously at the sudden change in language, realizing after a moment they were intentionally being left out of some sort of joke. Guerin was hushing the younger boys as some looked shocked while others were amused, Charlie glanced across at Jun and offered a definitely-not-hiding-anything smile that was not convincing before nudging Guerin. Both Jun and Seyoon had adopted the cheery but somewhat vacant expressions that was so common with idols when they tried not to give away they had no idea what was being said.

Guerin sighed as her guilt overcame her, "Seyoon-ah, I'm not actually expecting you to pay for this meal." She confessed cursing her inability to follow through with pranks, "I have our company card, this is a networking meeting so I can write it off. Just make sure you talk to HEET about some work stuff."

Seyoon was torn feeling relieved and offended. For starters it really was a lot of people to pay for, especially considering what orders had been discussed. That being said he had some pride, the point is that he had lost and needed to pay up. All of these conflicting thoughts resulted in his saying, "Ahhh...." as he processed his reactions. Jun needed no such thoughts and instead guffawed readily at his hyungs predicament, earning him an annoyed pinch on the arm.

"How about you get coffee after dinner instead" Charlie said, tossing a social life raft to the conflicted man.

"I think that's fair." Guerin added quickly realizing too late how her prank might be considered an insult.

Seyoon hesitated for a moment then agreed, "Might as well accept the company paying when we can." He said to play off his hesitation.

"Attaboy!" Guerin exclaimed in English before pausing, "I'm not sure how to translate that."

"Deal?" Gabriel attempted helpfully.

"Yeah! Sure close enough!" Guerin exclaimed' "So are we ready to order now that Seyoonie is less freaked out?"

Seyoon didnt even have a moment to try and protest as the others all agreed with an eagerness to order. He shot a psuedo salty expression at Guerin and the two of them exchanged petulant faces as the server took the order from Jun.

Minhwan, the leader of HEET, and the closest to the grill took on cooking the meat but no one could beat Guerin for enthusiasm of stuffing perilla leaves and feeding everyone. Each of the members of HEET made sure to feed her and Charlie. They recognized the young boys desire to return the love.

"You're kidding." Guerin said, eyeing the overstuffed perilla wrap Seyoon offered her. It was clearly a challenge to see if she would take such a large amount of food as an expression of affection.

"You dont like it?" Seyoon asked with an overdone pout.

While all the others were able to read what a clown he was being, it seemed lost on Guerin. "Do I really need to eat that?" Guerin muttered in English to Charlie.

"Yes. Absolutely. You deserve this." Charlie responded, knowing would be fun to see Guerin suffer a little at the hands of her prey. Guerin leaned forward with an "Ah" and Seyoon stuffed the food into her mouth. It barely fit but she did manage to bite his finger playfully, winking as he yanked his hand back, feigning injury and horror. Guerin had to cover her mouth as she desperately tried not to laugh, choke and die on the massive amount of food she now had to chew through. Tears came to her eyes as Seyoon jumped out of his chair and bounced behind it in laughter. Once the danger had passed and she was able to swallow she leaned back, exhausted. Jun had to wipe his tears as he clung to a concerned looking Tobio next to him.

"Please don't die Noona, we won't have anyone to open our jars anymore." Minhwan teased. Guerin didnt even look up as she blindly tossed a balled up napkin at the snarky leader bouncing it harmlessly off his face, startling him.

"Maybe if you didnt have the strength of a toddler you wouldn't need to be so worried." Guerin added, looking up and batting her eyelashes innocently in his direction punctuating the mood with a bite of food.

"Rest in peace Minhwan." Byoungjin said expressionless through a mouthful of food as Minhwan feigned death in his chair and the other members of HEET tittered, "You know not to provoke Noona. She will end you."

After the meal everyone made their way to the Han River to get some coffee and digest. HEET, Jun and Charlie played by the river while Guerin and Seyoon made the trek to get coffee.

"I can pay for the others you only owe me coffee!" Guerin protested after their order had been placed.

"No, one coffee isnt equal to the original deal." Seyoon knocked her hand away.

"It doesn't matter, come on!" She slipped into English for a moment.

He snatched her card out of her hand, forcing his own toward the cashier who looked completely nonplussed by this show. His face was mostly hidden by a mask but she could see his triumphant smirk in his eyes that remained in place until he got his card back and put it into his wallet.

"You are so stubborn." She accused him, following him to a table and reaching for her card. He had been in the process of handing it back to her when he heard her comment and snatched it out of her reach again. "I'm stubborn? Do you have any room to talk?"

"Ya! Give that back to me!"

"No, you have to apologize."

"For what? Telling the truth? You want me to lie and say you arent stubborn?"

Seyoon wasn't tall enough to hold it out of her reach and the two had begun a series of semi circles dodging around each other in a game of keep away. Neither of them able to hold a straight face despite their bickering. After one particularly zealous grab Seyoon stepped backward into a chair, tripping. Without thinking Guerin stepped forward, grabbing his arm and coat to steady him. Their eyes met as he was able to straighten up, as close as they had been while arm wrestling. Her heart clenched tightly at the proximity and physical contact, a feeling she was familiar enough with to know she needed to avoid it.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

Seyoon nodded without breaking eye contact as she released him and moved back a step.

"Geez that was super loud I hope we didn't bother anyone. How embarrassing." She laughed and rubbed the back of her neck, grateful that she didn't blush. Seyoon glanced around at the empty shop but didnt mention there wasnt anyone to bother.

"Let's go check on the coffee." Guerin said, turning to head back to the counter.

Before she had taken a step Seyoon grabbed her wrist. Shocked, she looked back at him, her heart pounding tightly. He showed her the forgotten credit card he had stolen and placed it in her hand. Letting go, he booped her nose with a wink and walked to the counter.

Guerin's shock came out as a weird giggle at the unexpected action, and she took the time to put her card back in her wallet as a means to allow her heart rate to return to normal.

Once everyone had gotten their coffee, Seyoon, Jun and Heet settled under a gazebo while Guerin and Charlie had meandered to a nearby playground to sit on some swings. Jun was talking and giving advice while HEET was asking questions. Seyoon was participating but distracted. Playing around with Guerin seemed so natural, she was comfortable and friendly. But he kept having moments where they'd get close and... he blinked his eyes wide, looked up at the gazebo roof and shook his head as though it might cause those thoughts to rattle out of his brain. He wasnt naive enough to not know what these feelings were, but it certainly complicated things. He began flicking each finger in a row and forced himself to focus back on the conversation.

Instead, as fate seemed against him, a large cicada flew just past his peripheral vision and he felt a gentle weight tug at his hair. Having flown through the group in order to accomplish it's unfortunate landing all seven of the idols grouped together saw it happen. Seyoon seemed frozen in place for a moment, Gabriel laughed outright and everyone else screamed. Jun had hopped up and scampered so fast Seyoon couldnt even see him, Byoungjin and Tobio clung to each other and stared in horror, Minhwan had tried to jump up and tripped over Seungbin who had launched himself in his hyungs direction.

Time didnt seem to exist anymore as Seyoon panicked, too afraid to move, hands clenched tightly into fists in front of his hunched shoulders, eyes wide and staring straight down. Footsteps approached at a sprint and he heard a commanding voice.

"What's wrong?"

"I know I shouldn't like him, he's an idol." Charlie held the chains of the swing, gazing into the sand she absentmindedly dug the toes of her shoe into, "But he's just so cute and friendly."

Guerin leaned back, holding her feet forward next to her friend, face toward the sky, "Yeah. It can be complicated." She couldnt help an ironic smile at the understatement, "But Jun seems like a sweetheart so it's not like anyone can blame you for having a crush." Sitting up again she leaned toward her friend conspiratorially, "I think you should enjoy your feelings. Revel in them. Maybe he returns them maybe he doesn't. Either way it's kind of fun right?"

Charlie smiled back and shrugged, but before she had a chance to respond the screaming started. Guerin immediately took off toward the commotion, seeing all the idols in varying levels of panic except one in inexplicable mirth. "What's wrong?" She demanded, unintentionally slipping into authority mode. Between some members pointing and others yelling or gasping about "flying" "hair" "insect" Guerin's eyes went to Seyoon who had frozen. She was facing his profile and the view was perfect to see the cicada dangling from his hair.

"Are you serious?!" She deflated, coming down from her high, Guerin couldn't help letting out a relieved laugh. Charlie had caught up and as soon as she understood the situation dissolved into laughter as well.

"Oh my god. Hold still." Guerin walked over to Seyoon and picked up the cicada before walking to a tree a few feet away and letting it fly away.

As soon as the bug was gone Seyoon was up, dancing around uncomfortably. He felt crawlies all over him and wanted the sensation out of him. By the time Guerin walked back, Jun had reappeared laughing off his reaction, Tobio was looking concerned but back to his stoic self, Byoungjin and Minhwan looked sheepish and Seungbin was balled up into himself for comfort while Gabriel cackled. Charlie stopped laughing long enough to ask Seyoon if he was okay to which he gave an emphatic, "I dont like insects!" Response.

Guerin looked at Charlie and in English managed to say, "These grown ass men!" Before both of them flopped down next to the rest and howled.

"Noona, it was scary." Seungbin pouted.

The women managed to control themselves down to a chuckle as Guerin wiped a tear from her eye, "Oh Binnie, I know it was. I was scared too with all that racket. I'm just so glad that's all it was that my fear had to leave me in laughter." She sat next to the youngest, putting an arm around his shoulder and pinching his cheek.

"You guys are all so cute. It was a harmless cicada. They usually are only active in the day so that one must have been woken up by something."

"They're so creepy looking." Seyoon frowned sitting back down between Charlie and Seungbin. Jun had settled into a spot next to Charlie.

"And it was huge!" Minhwan added.

"Well, I guess it depends on how you look at it. I think they're kinda cute." Guerin shrugged.

"We know about your feelings on insects." Byoungjin frowned.

"She won't even let us kill spiders. She always tells us to leave them alone or take them outside." Tobio said to Jun and Seyoon, who looked scandalized by the whole turn in the conversation.

"They're important to the ecosystem! And yeah if you look at them in an unbiased way they're absolutely adorable!" Guerin protested defensively.

"You're on your own on this one. They dont bother me but they're not cute." Charlie put up her hands and shook her head at her friend.

"You think bugs are cute but do you also think we're cute? That's offensive noona. We're not bugs." Gabriel pouted at his manager.

"Now wai-" Guerin tried to explain

"Yeah if bugs are cute do you think Seyoon is cute?" Jun interrupted with an opportunity to attack his hyung.

Guerin instinctively looked over at Seyoon, the two making eye contact. Her heart pounded and her thoughts raced. It would be okay to admit that right? It wouldnt give away how she was trying to fight off a crush on him, right?

"Well, I- okay, listen it-" she stammered and Jun immediately burst into laughter.

"Hyung!! Bugs are cute but you arent even on that level!"

"I didnt say that!" Guerin protested, flustered as the others all laughed too. Seyoon had a smile on too but it didnt seem to reach his eyes. He wasn't going to show his disappointment, he had wanted to hear her say he was handsome.

"I knew you were gonna do that don't use me to try and insult him!" Guerin protested loudly, standing up indignantly, "I was just trying to find words!" She stomped over to Jun who was rolling on the ground, pretending to kick him, "Aaah you are so annoying!"

"Did you guys have fun?" Guerin asked HEET as they traipsed back to their van. The evening had ended, Jun and Seyoon were escorting Charlie to her home nearby and everyone had split off. Guerin would normally have given her friend a ride but when Jun offered to walk with her, she didn't even bother to offer.

"Yes, thank you for bringing us Noona." Tobio said, in his usual polite way.

"They're fun sunbaes!" Gabriel said, bouncing behind Tobio while holding his shoulders. The two began to bicker and Byoungjin separated them. As they approached the van, they noticed and unwelcome figure leaning against it, tapping on her phone with a colorful paper bag hanging from her arm. Guerin stopped walking, throwing out her arm to stop the boys behind her too. Seungbin recognized the sasaeng from behind Guerin and she felt him hold tightly to the back of her shirt. She reached into her pocket, pulled out her phone and handed it to Minhwan, her tone dropped as she spoke quietly.

"Minhwan-ah you know what to do. Byoungjin, make sure the others stay behind me and get in the car safely. Do not get involved no matter what. This needs to resolve with no conflict but we need to be safe. Call the police if things escalate." She didn't need to look to know the boys were all nervous but she glanced back at them with a reassuring smile, "It's going to be fine, we just need to stay safe and have evidence to make sure she cant keep bothering you guys okay?" The boys didnt return the smile but they did nod. Seungbin had tears in his eyes as Gabriel protectively pulled him closer and moving him between himself and Tobio. She glanced at Minhwan, "Are you ready? Start recording." She said as she pulled the keys out of her pocket, walking forward and unlocking the doors with her fob then handing them to Byoungjin.

The sasaeng looked up abruptly, straightening and moving quickly toward HEET, not sparing a glance for Guerin. Guerin stepped forward quickly, arms out as a barrier as the girl tried to rush past her, "I'm so sorry, is there something I can help you with?" She smiled, appearing helpful.

The sasaeng finally glanced at Guerin, then did a double take as she recognized her and her face filled with venom. The girl was almost a solid foot shorter than Guerin but she didnt seem phased by it, "Move you disgusting foreigner, I have a present for Seungbin!" She tried to push past again but Guerin, easily outweighing the smaller woman, didnt budge. She kept the smile on her face as the boys filed into the van.

"I'm so sorry, it's against company policy for us to accept gifts outside of designated events." Guerin responded. She heard the van doors close behind her and the locks engage, only then did she drop her arms. The sasaeng rushed forward, trying the handle of the now locked van. Guerin tried to slip around the front of the van to the driver's side but the sasaeng turned her attention back to Guerin.

"Why do you keep insisting on keeping us apart?!" She screamed, "We're in love, havent you seen the way he looks at me? Do you think they belong to you? Do you use them and poison them against me?!" Her tone kept raising and Guerin knew it wasn't going to end easily. She hoped Minhwan was still filming from inside the van. At the end of her rant the Sasaeng launched the paper bag at Guerin, then rushed her. Guerin ducked the bag, but allowed the smaller girl to punch her, a blow hitting her on the side of her mouth, cutting her lip against her teeth. Guerin had been struck in the face many times before, and an opponent this size she had taken a calculated risk wouldn't do much damage. As soon as the girl connected Guerin stepped backward into the open sidewalks, hands up. She deflected any further hits from the girl who was screaming and crying before she collapsed in front of Guerin who dropped her hands. People approached as the sasaeng screamed about the foreigner that had attacked her for no reason. Fortunately there must have been a police presence nearby as cops approached rapidly, separating the two women. HEET started to get out of the van and Guerin stopped them.

"No! Call the company." She addressed the officer, "They are witnesses, can they meet us at the station?" Another officer went over to talk to Minhwan, then sent them off and came back. "They'll meet us there."

Byoungjin hesitated, clutching the keys to the van in his hand, the only member with his license. Seungbin was outright crying as was Gabriel. Minhwan encouraged everyone in, closing the doors behind them, watching as their manager was arrested. Byoungjin put the van into gear and pulled away, tears streaming down his face.

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