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apenapaperandadoofus · 3 years

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in relation to my drowsy share, anyway can we have the rfa + minor trio's take on an mc that is so crazy for a fictional character meanwhile they are in love with mc? they be like: hELLo - crackhead anon

Hey there crackhead anon! I’ve missed yaaaaa

RFA+minor trio with an MC who is in love with fictional characters (instead of them *insert sad violin music*)

Part 2 here!

Zen:

Aight listen

At first he’s chill about it

He just thinks you don’t know how to pick up hints, because he’s literally been flirting with you for a while now

But then, after time passes and you still don’t realize he’s hitting on you, and you’re still sort of fangirling over this fictional character, he WILL be a bit mad

I mean why do you need to romance 2d boys when he’s there??? Do you just not like him??? What was wrong with him, mC pLeAsE

Truth be told, he will try and act like your anime/game character. He WILL do it, all he can to get you to understand he LIKES you

You like angry bois? He will become an angry boy. Tsunderes? Well, it’s not like he l-likes you or anything baka! Cool flirty type? He will up his game

Although it takes a while, Zen finds out one of your favorite confessions from your favorite game, and decides to copy it! He will be all romantic and everything

Thankfully you were FINALLY able to understand that he likes you, and it’ll probably be a funny story you tell everyone in the RFA

Yoosung:

Angry boi angry boi

Yoosung has never flirted in his life

Well, he’s not good at it, it’s not something he has really done before

Imagine the PAIN this poor guy must be through when he finally takes the courage to flirt and...

You don’t get it

HOW?

Zen has even tried giving Yoosung some advice, which usually works,but you’re still not picking up his hints!

One day Yoosung finds you smiling at your phone screen and he’s lowkey ready to fuck a bitch up

But then he sees you’re playing a game... ANS GETS EVEN MORE JEALOUS

I mean, come on! You’re choosing an AI over him? Why MC WHY T_T

After curling up in his bed and crying for three hours, Yoosung decided to just tell you and get it over with.

He was really scared, and his hands shook as he dialed up your number.

You immediatly answered, which made him let out a little yelp, and after a bit of stammering Yoosung decided to confess his feelings for you.

“I...I love you Y/N. And, I-I know I’m not exactly your type of guy...like the ones in your game. I’m not really like...like them but I, I promise I will do my best to become the type of man you want to be with!”

....

“Y/N please speak I am panicking.”

You laughed. “It’s alright Yoosung. Truth is...I like you too...and you’re exactly like the guy in my game, why do you even think I was romancing him? You don’t have to change, I love you for who you are.”

Yoosung tried his best to hold back his tears, and after the two of you hung up he gave a little WHOOP

Jaehee:

So, Jaehee was really taken aback when she realized that she had feelings for you. After all, she never really thought about having a partner before

She was really new to the experience. Sure, she had been confessed to in her high school days (I mean look at her she probably got so many love letters AHG) but that was all she knew.

So she went to Zen for advice, which was great! The thing neither of you had planned though, was that you would be far too focused on your anime waifus to realize that Jaehee was flirting with you

Honestly she isn’t even mad. She’s just confused. I mean, she gets what it’s like idolizing someone, but I mean, Zen was real.

So Jaehee lays low for a while. To be honest, she feels a bit jealous whenever you gush and fawn over this character, or this other character, because your eyes light up in such a beautiful way, she can’t help but want them to light up like that for her.

After months and months, Zen finally decides to tell you that Jaehee likes you. He had taken you out to dinner, and you almost dropped your fork when he told you.

Immediatly, he drove you to Jaehee’s house. She came out in her cute pijamas, with no glasses on. You were honestly about to die.

After saying bye (and thanks) to Zen, you went to sit with Jaehee in her living room, and there you confessed your feelings for her. Jaehee was super confused,after all you would never shut up about the character you liked, and she really believed she had no shot. Yet, here you are, confessing to her. Jaehee can’t help but smile and blush.

She will always tease you about your character crushes, but she understands you. She has even found a few of her own! (But she’ll never tell you.)

Jaehee thinks it’s really funny how you never understood that she was trying to give you hints, or even the time she used a pick up line on you (Zen’s idea) and you two laugh about it when you lay in bed, cuddling.

Jumin:

He is very confused

First of all, he’s dealing with a LOT of emotions right now

And then second, when he decided to express his feelings for you, you don’t really understand?

Which is super confusing, I mean, it always works in his soap operas

Instead though, you are in love with a fictional character.

Excuse me what?

Jumin really doesn’t understand

MC he’s fake pls love me

Honestly I think this would lead to a really funny montage of Jumin buying you super expensive things, and making the biggest romantic gestures, while you just remain clueless as to what’s going on lol

He gets a whole orchestra to play your favorite song, he always gets you your favorite flowers or chocolates, he’s always doing the most romantic things he can find on the internet! (Yes he had to look up how to flirt lol)

One day, you’re both talking on the phone, and it’s late at night. The moon and stars are getting the both of you super sentimental, and at one point while Jumin is looking out into the balcony, he smiles and then whispers your name.

You immediatly stop talking and blush like crazy. Then, before you could say anything else, he starts speaking again.

“Y/N. There’s something really important I have to tell you. In all my life...no one has ever gotten to make me...make me feel so much. I’ve always been told to bury my emotions, to never show them. Then you came along and I found that I could never stop myself from...from feeling...I’ve never felt like this before, the feeling of loving someone, of cherishing someone. They weren’t feelings I hadn’t known until I met you. You have changed my life. And I mean it, Y/N. I have become more open, it’s as if my heart was a frozen lake and then you came and melted me away and well, what I’m trying to say is that I love you.”

“Jumin that was the best confession ever, I- I love you too!”

Afterwards Jumin is fine with you going crazy for a fictional character, as long as he always ends up getting tons of hugs and kisses too.

Jumin was never really jealous, except the times when he left for business trips, because he knew that some games had these audios to help you sleep (you told him a while ago) and that was the only thing that made him a bit worried.

One time when he came home early, you jumped up from your bed where you were playing and ran up to hug Jumin. Your phone screen was still on and he could see the character smiling seductively at you. He may or may not have stuck his tongue out at it for a split second (he had all the right to though, I mean why would you want a fictional character when you have JUMIN ajfbdbsb)

Saeyoung:

So, after the whole ME ordeal was over, you two still hadn’t really tied the knot. You weren’t even together.

Saeyoung had realized that he liked you, more than he’s ever liked a person before, and he felt that it was alright now...after all, there was no more agency, or weird cults or whatever.

He thought it would be fine.

Oh how wrong he was

Saeyoung does have his own way of showing his affections, by bulding apps or robots, anything of the sort! Yet you still didn’t seem to understand that he liked you

Instead you were head over heels for this one guy in a stupid game.

Listen, Saeyoung was pretty jealous alright? He kept trying to flirt but you didn’t understand, and you actually seemed to be in love with a fictional character! What was he supposed to do now?

Well eventually he figured out how to make his feelings clear for you.

One night, you opened up your game after a long day. You loaded your file and hummed the games background music as you progressed through the story, and giggled whenever your favorite character would appear.

Then, when your favorite cutscene was about to happen, your computer froze.

You frowned and gently tapped the screen, seeing if that would make it work. But no.

You panicked and clicked your screen, trying to restart your computer, to close the application, just to figure out what was wrong.

Then suddenly some text appeared, as if from the game, and a sprite you had never seen before (but was familiar) appeared on the screen.

Saeyoung?

You raised an eyebrow and went out into the living room, looking at the camera and trying to ask Seven what was going on, but he didn’t seem to reply.

You then grabbed your computer and kept clicking through the game.

“Y/N” it said. “It’s me! God7! Aren’t you feeling so grateful right now? Knowing that the one and only Savior of Justice is right here, inside your computer! Not everyone gets this sort of treatment you know? Anyway, the thing is, I hope you’re not mad that I hacked into your game. Oh, don’t worry though! I will fix it as soon as we’re done talking...well...the thing is....Y/N. I know it’s really weird that I’m talking to you through this, but I feel like it’s the only way I can get you to understand how you make me feel. Thanks to you I got my brother back, and the RFA is closer than ever. I don’t even have an agency to work for anymore. You’ve done so much for all of us. And the thing is, during that process I...I fell in love with you. I love your smile, your voice, your eyes, your face, everything. Yet you only seem to have eyes for that game character, hmph! How dare he try to get between my beautiful 606 and me!? To be honest...I don’t know if you like me back. For all I know you’re ready to marry that one guy, but I just have to be honest now, and tell you how I feel. That’s all. You don’t have to reply yet though! I’m sorry I can’t be like those guys in your games, but I’ll show you that 707 can be way better than them! Anyway, I think I’ve kept you for too long. I’ll go now...bye!”

A woosh sound effect was heard, and then your computer turned back to normal, your character smiling up at you, the romantic music playing on the background. But you just sat there, blushing.

Seven....liked you?!

Holy shit! And you didn’t even realize!

You quickly turned off your computer and ran over to the living room, getting in clear view of the camera. You waved your arms frantically and smiled at the lens as you said “I love you Saeyoung!”

Did he hear? You didn’t really know. Well not until you heard a knock on your door and when you opened, Saeyoung quickly ran over and hugged you.

He lets you still be crazy for fictional characters, the only rule is that you can’t buy any body pillows of them.

“Why buy them when you have me! Y/N, you know I’m the best quality for a body pillow” he winked at you, and you rolled your eyes.

In conclusion, the two of you always laugh remembering how you never got that he was flirting, and how in love you appeared to be with the fictional character.

#mystic messenger #jumin han #saeyoung choi #saeran choi #mysme #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #jihyun mysme #choi bois #mysme zen

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hajimeow-archived · 3 years

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Yo Hajime talk abt ur kin mems

since there were no specifications on which ones i am going to start from the beginning and go where my brain takes me from there. they're all gonna be for hajime bc i physically cannot think about my other memories anymore jsyk

also! this ended up being so long i had to put a cut. i will not be apologizing because i feel no remorse.

so first the basic stuff, i remember having a med skin tone and a FUCK ton of freckles like those motherfuckers were everywhere i had skin. also i was 5'7 i think?? or 5'6. i still can't remember exactly but it's something like that. i was also alloaro, some form of mlm, unfortunately cis, and autistic and probably had some other stuff like adhd or depression or whatever but i forgot. also i was kinda muscle-y but also chubby at the same time. and i had light green eyes. basically i was fanon hajime JSJSKDJDKS

and i was going over the wiki recently and my personality was EXACTLY how they described it like i'm genuinely surprised they got it so accurate

i don't remember much pre-game and post game, most of my memories are in game but i do remember pre game chiaki really well, honestly i rly miss her :( she would always reassure me that i didn't need a talent and i never even cared when she beat me in games cus just simply playing them with her was so fun .,.,,;:,,...,,!:&:&:jsjdjskskck</3

anyways. in game. ok. i'm gonna skip over memories where i just know feelings and not specific things like strong feelings or ppl saying stuff or else this would be so long. also obvious sdr2 spoilers

so i remember the party & blackout in the beginning of the game pretty clearly. i was mostly just standing alone in the corner and watching everyone have fun, but it was really freeing to see the others able to enjoy themselves in such pressing circumstances. then the blackout-- it was kinda like all that happiness going away and the dread and denial immediately setting in .

anyways i remember like panicking and wanting to cry when i lifted the table cloth cus i really liked twogami. i'm p sure i did end up crying cus i really liked them for their realism and leadership skills, and the realization that one of us killed them and that the killing game was actually real etc etc

anyway i don't remember much from the investigation or trial besides being really freaked out when nagito basically admitted to being the killer n stuff, and pretty much all the body discoveries after that (besides ch 5) we're just like "ah shit here we go again" but i do remember mikans trial really freaking me out when she just straight up shifted completely, and i also remember being really proud of fuyuhiko for putting his walls down a bit and deciding to help everyone out while the despair disease was going around

anyway enough of the boring stuff, i spent basically all my free time with komaeda, chiaki and mikan (in order of frequency) and with mikan i mostly listened to her talk about medical stuff and i comforted her when she needed to vent, but i didn't hang out with her much because the constant apologizing n stuff started to bother me since i really liked seeing her happy. chiaki i would mostly play games with and we wouldn't talk much, but she gave me a really strong sense of familiarity like when we played games together it gave me a shit ton of deja vu

AND i've already talked a lot about komaeda but idc i'm doing it again. so we started talking cus of him waking me up on the beach obvs and i was pretty attached right off the bat, but i stopped talking to him for awhile because the way he acted in the first trial REALLY scared me so i just got a pit in my stomach even being around him

but he was the one who started approaching me first, i'm guessing since he couldn't rly sense anything was wrong he just kinda picked things up where they left off and started talking w me at breakfast n stuff and it was pretty weird at first, but i wanted to give him a chance and didn't wanna be rude so i accepted offers to hang out in his cottage n stuff

i remember he has surgery scars tho and i'm rly mad ppl don't draw him with any!! i think he had about 5 and i don't remember all of them but i know one was a skin graft on his leg and the one on his side/stomach that i touched wassssss for appendix removal maybe???? mmmm i'm not too sure about that one tho

also !!!! his death. hoooooly shit. ok so yunno the despair that junko always talks about ?????? yeah <3!! i remember like once i saw his body and took the reality in i just. straight up could NOT stand i like fell to my knees and jsut . cried. like i had no thoughts my head was so full that it was empty i just kinda sat there and silent cried while chiaki stood next to me it was so awful dude

later while investigating n stuff i felt really bad ab how i treated him and thought about him, and i thought a lot about our last interaction. it was the first time i had ever approached him myself cus usually he'd come to me. i was gonna hang out with chiaki but i wanted to check up on him first, so i did and he told me to go hang out with the others and i just. knew something terrible was about to happen.

OH AND THE FUNHOUSE OMG ok i literally. i usually didn't mind being around komaeda like he was chill most of the time when he wasn't ranting about hope but when he was acting like such a bitch in the funhouse i wanted to punch his stupid twink ass so bad like...... what BUSINESS does this dude have being such an asshole. he doesn't even know what face wash is. what the fuck. which is another fun fact! komaeda did shower every so often which is why he didn't smell that bad but his skin was always so dry cus he didn't know how to actually wash right and do proper skincare so he just washed his face w soap and left it like that

also he didn't need to cut his nails cus they were so brittle they would just break off on their own <3 plus he had a nail biting habit so they just never grew ever

OH AND THIS IS THE SADDEST THING i remember feeling so bad for this man bc i would like put my hand on his shoulder and he would lean into it. i mean i'd tap his shoulder for a SECOND and girl when i let go hed be lowkey so sad i could just sense it like??????dude he needed a hug SSO BAD like when i hugged him in my cuddling memory he was like holding on for dear life but also was like "u dOnT hAvE tO tOuCh TrAsH LiKe mE hAjImE" like dude it was the saddest shit. i want to hug him forever. like what the fuck what the fuck!!!!!!!!!

also a thing hed do when he started ranting ab hope n shit like he would just go on and on and yunno that one sprite where he's hugging himself yeah he literally did that shit. also sometimes hed just stare dead at me and start backing me into a corner ((ish-- we were usually sitting somewhere but he mostly just got super close to me) and it was the scariest shit i. bro if i saw him like that on the streets i'd return him to the mental hospital like i can remember it somewhat vividly and that shit was TERRIFYING i mean obvs after i shoved him away and told him to cool it he'd apologize and go back to the way he was but jeez dude ....

also a little fun fact the only reason i really kept hanging out with him (i had a few ofc but this was the most prominent) is cus he was hot in my stupid monkey brain. yes that's it. like that's literally pretty much it. i hate admitting it but this post is SO fucking long i doubt anyone's gonna read it anyway so i'm admitting it now lol

anyway i hope u enjoyed :) i'm glad u asked btw! i'm sure you regret it though!

#do not fucking underestimate me #i feel like i'm not allowed to talk about myself in conversation so when i'm asked like this you're NOT hearing the end of it #kinblr #fictionkin #hajime hinata kin #nagito komaeda kin #putting this in tags bc theres so much and. i dunno ajdjdjsjdk #kin talk #ask #bestie neko 💕

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faecaptainofdreams · 4 years

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Story time! The start of this story has a bit of a theme song, because i just always think of this: www.youtube.com/watch?v=uyGSe7… Sad and awful as it looks, this actually has a majorly happy ending! Major thank you to my friend Sumi-Sprite for collaging this for me! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- When Walter is 22, he goes on a very dangerous mission with Lance. While they wait for backup (which Lance is willing to accept most of the time now on account of personal growth), the duo storms a chemical lab, where the "final battle" takes place. I don't have a lot of details worked out, but long story short, they succeed in their mission (with several casualties as a result of what comes next), but fire and blow-outs in the lab lead to a very terrifying situation. The men find themselves in a space with only one oxygen mask for emergencies. Lance forces Walter to wear it, but even after being taught compromise, the latter is very stubborn. As Lance begins to lose consciousness from being stuck inhaling smoke and various chemicals, Walter takes advantage of this. He shoots him in the neck with his own tranquilizer (a familiar scene, no?), and as Lance is passing out, Walter gives him the mask instead. Lance passes out from the tranquilizer, and Walter slowly begins to suffocate until he too, is rendered unconscious. Lance wakes up in the medical bay at the H.T.U.V. Delirious but suddenly remembering the mission, he starts to panic and call out for Walter. Not a few moments later, the younger of them reveals he's in a bed right beside Lance's, groggy with an oxygen mask strapped to his face, an IV in his arm and an EKG hooked up to him, but he's smiling and reaching out for Lance. Lance takes the boy's hand firmly and says "You scared me." Walter answers with "You scared me first...!" He sleepily explains that backup came and rescued them and brought them back to the agency, where they've apparently only been for a short while. In better shape than Walter on account of the latter's sacrifice, Lance gets up and lays beside him, jokingly threatening a "quadruple fire" if he ever does something like that again. Walter very softly smiles and says "I'm not sorry." When Marcy eventually shows up to visit them after hearing the news, she finds them laying there in the bed together and jokingly asks if she's interrupting something. "Nope, just two grown men cuddling after they almost died, nothin' to see here," answers Lance in a similar tone. Marcy informs them that most of their targets were saved and are in custody (some of them being in the hospital), but a few of them died from the fire and chemical blast. Walter is sad to hear it, but accepting of it, and glad that not every life was lost. About an hour or two later, he's stable enough to be off of the oxygen and other attachments. With all the smoke and chemical inhalation, the medical staff advises giving Walter a bronchoscopy to check for potential damage to his lungs. Such a procedure often only requires conscious sedation with a numbing of the nose and throat, but when they get him to the operating room, Walter panics at the thought of being awake while having a scope down his throat; after having nearly suffocated to death just hours ago, the thought of being awake and the fear of suffocating again is too much to bear (even though he would be fine). So instead, they decide to give him a general anesthesia and put him under for the procedure. It's just safer for everyone this way. When it's over and he's beginning to wake from the anesthesia, Walter is wheeled back to his room on the bed, and is happy to see Marcy and Lance waiting for him. But anesthesia is a funny thing, and as he's wheeled in, he's singing the Disclaimer Song in a very loopy fashion. Once settled, he chooses not to finish the song. This conversation ensues: ------- "Lance: You're not gonna finish the song? Walter: *mildly sassy* Ffffhhh, youknooww... I sing...ALLLL the tiiime, anndiiiffinishh all of them, anndd it'ssfuunn, buut... Whyy issitt aalwaayys me...? Why'd's WalterrBeckkett onlyy siing??? YOUU finishth'sonng... Lance: *"well shit" face* Wow, all right then, I'll finish the song. ♫Don't try this at home, if you do, you might--♫ Ey, aren't you gonna sing? Walter: ...Mmm givinng youaheadd starrtt..." ------- He joins in eventually. There is a lot of talking about various things, and lots of Marcy and Lance laughing to themselves at the rambling and singing. Oh yes, more singing. Lots of singing. Lance records some of the rambling, including an entire conversation that begins with Walter casually asking if they'll have to "take his lungs out." After being told no, that he's perfectly fine, he says it would be hard to breathe without lungs, and then regales his company with the thought of the lungs being replaced with balloons. Specifically, the left one would be blue, and the right one would be red. Why? He doesn't know, it's not his call, apparently. At the thought of them popping if he took too deep a breath, a laughing fit on Walter's part ensues. A little while later, this conversation happens: --- "Walter: Whenn I'mmbetterr, 'm gonna drriiveyou'round in the e-tron... Lance: You wanna drive me around? Walter: Yeaaah... Ohh, waait... Imight craash... Lance: Naaahhh, i think it'd be worth the risk. You can drive the car. Walter: Buutt youuloove that carr... Lance: Yeah, well... I love you more. Walter: Hmm..... Whaat...? Lance: *softly* I said I love you, Walter." --- Lance has told him this before, but in his drugged up state, the blatant expression of love swiftly turns the tide of the mood from funny to pitiful. Walter bursts into tears and tells Lance he loves him, too. And Marcy. And Killian, and Joy, and Lovey and Jeff and Crazy Eyes, and Terrance even though he ignores him, and August (OC) and Ramsey (OC [sorta]) and Shannon (OC) and that he thinks it's mean that people nickname Joy "Joyless," all while bawling his poor eyes out. Endeared, Marcy and Lance try to calm him down. But Walter reveals that he hasn't forgotten his conversation with Lance when they first woke up in that room together. He says he's sorry for scaring Lance, that he just didn't want him to die because he "doesn't want to be alone again," but that he understands Lance has the same fear and he just couldn't win. Somewhere in the rambling mess of emotions, he mentions fear of Lance "dying like his mother." Basically, every subconscious or pushed-down negative thought and feeling he's had since the mission comes blubbering out in a heap of drunken tears and sadness. Seeing how very real his distress is, his company is quick to try and ease his mind and offer him comfort. Walter asks if Lance really is going to fire him again, to which Lance says no. He then asks if Lance is mad at him, which earns another "no." Lance says no one is mad at him, that he just needs to close his eyes and try to take a nap. After a few minutes of quietly crying to himself with his eyes closed, Walter comes to a terrifying conclusion... What if he never stops crying?! Of course, Lance almost bursts out laughing, but a death glare from Marcy forces him to keep it to himself, lest he risk further upsetting Walter. It may sound ridiculous, but for someone who's been anesthetized, every feeling is very real. Marcy comforts him, tells him no, he's not going to cry forever. It's not long before the tears slow down. They don't stop, but they slow down. [fun fact: crying is reported in 40% of patients who wake from anesthesia, be it for a presented reason or for no reason at all. Very little is known about why this occurs, though it's suspected that the stress and fear from whatever they had to be put out for manifests itself in that drugged-up state. This is referred to as "the boo-hoos."] But it's late, and Marcy must go home. She and Lance talk off to the side, and the lady gives her man a kiss to remember her by for the evening.~ After Marcy's departure, Lance decides that after everything they've been through and with how upset Walter's been, he will sleep in the bed with him. He reclines him, crawls in, and holds him tight until morning. Walter wakes up around 1 in the morning, mildly confused, but Lance tells him to go back to sleep. Happy that Lance stayed with him and choosing not to question this unexpected all-night cuddling party, he submits without a word. By morning, everything is fine, and the anesthesia has worn off. Before the lad can even put his clothes on, Lance just HAS to show him the video he took of him while he was all loopy. Walter is embarrassed and cringes through it, but also laughs at some parts. It's a happy ending. "Okay but for real, don't ever do that again." "No promises." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------- This movie is something else. Lance, Walter and Killian have all experienced trauma and loss, but in different ways. Walter and Killian are the extremes; one copes with loss through love, wanting desperately to let people in and let others know they aren't alone. Killian has no way to cope, and expresses his pain through hatred and a desperate longing to make the one who hurt him feel what he's felt, and then end it all in his own death. Lance is right in the middle. He has acquaintances, he talks to people, he cares, but he holds everyone at arm's length. He pretends everything is fine, he acts cold and aloof, "too cool" for playing on a team or working with others. But really, it's a fear of letting others in, because life could take it all away again. He still bears a lot of empathy, but also exercises carelessness on criminals. He and Killian are not so different, but with Walter's help, both men learn to open up (we can see Killian's expression for redemption in his final scene in the movie, we know he was a little touched that Walter saved him. Also consider, Killian didn't know Walter survived that fall at the time). So now that they're partners and each have someone in their lives to love -- multiple people now, in fact, it means feeling desperation to keep them close. It means taking a bigger risk, it means work. After everything they've been through, no, Lance is not ashamed to hug and hold and love on his little nerdy white gay son. He's not afraid of intimacy anymore, no matter the form. He'll take what he can get, because tomorrow is never a promise. Would you die for the ones you love...?

#Spies in Disguise #Walter Beckett #Lance Sterling #Marcy Kappel #Unus Annus #kind of #i mean i meme their song all the time #disclaimer song

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giasonesdream · 4 years

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Grateful, Thankful, Blessed- Whatever

Genderbent BTS Starring: Fem! Jungkook x Fem! Jimin, ft. Fem! Taehyung x Yoongi (mentioned) and Yoongi x Hoseok (mentioned) | AO3 LINK

Genre: Fluff and Smut, Friends to Lovers

Warning: Fingering, Cunnilingus, mentions of Polyamoury

Summary: “You’re always so soft, Ggukie.” Jimin’s words come out hushed, a whisper, only for the younger to hear. “So warm,” she continues.

Her hand is so light when it moves to Jeongguk’s neck. A hitched breath comes out automatically along with the goosebumps along the skin under Jimin’s featherlight fingertips

.“Always wanna touch you. Feel so good. Do you like when I touch you?"

Jeongguk doesn’t want to talk about it, the brace on her right wrist. It’s black and bulky, but she wants to not think about it, not talk about why she has it on to begin with.

Instinctively, however, she reaches for the door with her right hand, pauses when she remembers what her doctor had said: Do not put any pressure on it for the time being.

With a heavy sigh, she drops her hand, going in again for the door with her left hand.

“I got it,” a familiar voice calls from behind. It’s Namjoon, the guy she mildly had a crush on when she first met him. Her feelings have since then dissipated, but she would be lying if her heart didn’t flutter when he reached from behind her, long fingers clutching the brass handle and yanking the door open.

What neither of them expect, however, is that she’s standing too close to the door. Consequently, Namjoon’s act of kindness becomes that of terror when the wooden plank knocks into her face.

The pain is immediate, and Jeongguk goes to rub at her forehead, but she uses her right hand and-

“Fucking hell,” she hisses, not sure if the pain in her wrist is more potent than that of her throbbing head. She doesn’t even realize that Namjoon has taken to pulling her away from the entrance, cradling her face to assess the damage.

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” Namjoon’s voice sounds panicked, urgent. It’s wispy and deep, soothing.

Jeongguk opens her eyes, sees that Namjoon has bent to meet her height. If she still liked this guy, she would probably have a nice blush creeping up her cheeks.

Now, though, she simply rolls her eyes, pushing him out of her space. “I’m fine, Joon. Don’t worry. I won’t sue.”

He huffs out a sigh of relief, as if he’d actually been worried about that possible outcome. “Cool. So, what happened to your wrist?”

She snaps her head up, sending a glare in his direction. But her expression quickly changes when she sees the innocence in his own face. There’s no need to snap at him when he just wants to know.

“I...my wrist got stiff from playing video games. Doc said it’s some slight carpal tunnel; nothing some stretches and this brace won’t help.” Well, it wasn’t a complete lie. Jeongguk’s doctor had said that her video game activities were for sure a factor in what lead her to needing the splint in the first place.

That seems to humour Namjoon, who tries again at opening the door. They’re safe to enter this time around, and they make their way to their lecture hall. “No kidding. You can get carpal tunnel from playing video games?”

Jeongguk raises her eyebrows. You have no idea. “You can get carpal tunnel from some of the wildest shit, man.” If only he knew the real reason why she had gone to the doctor in the first place.

“How will you get through your dance classes?”

Thankfully she only had one of those this semester. She was more worried about getting through her other classes, the ones that she made a habit of taking notes in. “I’ll be fine. I only have to keep this on for two weeks. But now that you mention it,” she pauses to grin sweetly, sliding so that she’s flush against Namjoon’s side. “It would be super nice if I had a friend take notes for me in class?”

The older chuckles. “Like you don’t already copy my notes in our class regardless.”

“So, you’ll help me?”

She doesn’t need to hear the answer, trusting that she’ll have her friends to help her get through this ridiculous period in her life.

They finally make it to their lecture hall, students filtering in. They take their seats in the general vicinity near the front of the class. If Namjoon hadn’t been in this class, Jeongguk would have situated herself near the back. Math was never her strong suit, let alone theoretical math like Statistics. But it was a requirement for her while it was merely and General Education class for her senior, Namjoon.

Truthfully, Jeongguk does normally end up copying Namjoon’s notes, as it seems the professor normally goes too fast for her liking.

A student that normally sits close to the front also asks her about her wrist. And so it begins. She really rather not talk about it.

“Do I need to feed you, too?” Taehyung asks sarcastically. Her head is lowered as she examines a paper in her hand. It looks like a test she got back from her professor. All Jeongguk can see from her best friend’s furious scanning and flipping is that Taehyung seemed to have done really well on it, the feedback scrawled on the sheets saying things like “Excellent point!” or “You truly have an understanding of Carravagio”.

Jeongguk scoffs, leaning against the stone wall. “I think I can manage eating my burgers and ramyeon, Tae. But can you put my hair up for me?”

Taehyung accepts quietly, folding the test and putting it between her lips before grabbing the ponytail holder in Jeongguk’s fingers.

Jeongguk spots their spritely blonde friend heading towards them, and she waves as the shorter girl comes closer.

“Sorry you guys had to wait,” Jimin apologizes. Her eyes are already trained on Taehyung as she continues to explain. “Yoongi was late coming to meet up for our project today.”

Her eyes are accusatory, clearly assuming that Taehyung has something to do with that. The taller shrugs, taking the paper from her mouth. “I wasn’t with him today. My dick appointment is after lunch.”

“Which means no pizza for you?” Jeongguk guesses correctly, smiling when Taehyung hums in agreement. They all know that Taehyung has a sensitivity to lactose; hell, even Yoongi knows it. He’s stated time and time again that he doesn’t care, but Taehyung keeps her statement of, “I rather not have Bubbly Tummy while riding your dick”.

“So, then, why was he late?” Jimin pouts as she tries to contemplate the reason. Cute, Jeongguk thinks in her head. It’s not really a secret how whipped she is for slightly older friend. They first spoke to each other when they had a Beginner’s Modern Dance class. Park Jimin, having graduated from Busan’s most decorated performing arts school, definitely looked the part of a professional dancer. In some ways she stood out, chubby cheeks and lean features. Her curves were somehow pronounced yet soft, and Jeongguk couldn’t take her eyes off of her from the mirror reflection while their instructor introduced them to the class.

But when Jeongguk had gathered enough courage to introduce herself to the other, she was met with about as much shyness that Jeongguk had been feeling on the inside.

They became easy friends afterwards, especially since Taehyung - Jimin’s friend from high school - was Jeongguk’s roommate.

Has Jeongguk ever mentioned how lucky she is? Blessed? Whatever.

“Look, if I’m not on his dick, then he’s on Hoseok’s.” Taehyung states this matter-of-factly. Hoseok had been a new factor to the duo’s open relationship.

Rightfully so, then, that Jimin hadn’t put those two things together. “Right, Hoseok.” Then she scrunches her nose, following Taehyung as she begins to walk towards Student Center where the cafeteria is.

“Jesus, does the guy ever get to sleep? You and Hobi must be handfuls.”

Jeongguk watches as Taehyung looks down at her own chest, using her free hand to cup at one of her breasts. Just as that happens, Jeongguk feels Jimin’s arms wrap around her own. She pretends the shiver that sneaks up her spine is from the chill of the late autumn air, or that her own snicker is able to mask her tremors.

“I can’t confirm what Hoseok’s packin’, but thanks!” She turns back to flash a smile at Jimin before turning back to walk with a purpose. Right, now they’re on a time crunch, lest Taehyung be late for her rendezvous with Min Yoongi.

Jeongguk is forced to walk just a bit slower, given that Jimin clings to her arm, and she has shorter legs. Jimin has always been super touchy. So is Taehyung. Jeongguk remembers when the three of them hung out for the first time together last year, the youngest had assumed the friend duo were dating. Granted, it’s much more acceptable for girls to be touchy with each other, but they just seemed to take it to the next level, where people would stare too long at them.

But, not soon later, Taehyung came to their dorm room late into the night, sighing heavily with fresh hickies on her neck because she “met the most amazing guy”. That was when she discovered that Kim Taehyung was strictly dickly. She and Jimin were not dating; they just were super comfortable with each other and loved each other.

Jeongguk doesn’t remember when she became apart of that equation, became a person that Jimin and Taehyung considered close enough to become physically affectionate. It just felt natural when Jimin would sit on the youngest’s lap, cuddle into her side, hold her hand whenever they sat next to each other.

Now, as they walk to the student center, Jeongguk is hyper aware of the eyes that linger on them, the guys that do double takes, the ladies that stare at where they’re connected and give a curious look. People think they’re a couple. And Jeongguk isn’t ashamed of that fact.

If anything, she’s just sad that it’s not a reality.

“You gonna tell me how you messed up your wrist?” Jimin’s voice is soft, gentle. By this point, Jeongguk has gotten variations of the same question. On one hand she understands the curiosity, but she’s tired of having to lie every time. She wasn’t made for lying. She’s made for hiding. But she can’t hide the brace. It’s big and bulky.

Taehyung, seemingly not too far ahead to hear Jimin’s question, erupts in a fit of giggles, turning on her heels to walk backwards.

“Oh my god, dude, you will not believe it. Ggukie got carpal tunnel from mastur-”

“Mastering your ass at Overwatch!” Jeongguk shouts, interrupting her roommate and trying very hard to express with her stare to shut up just shut the fuck up!

Taehyung, bless her soul, has always been good at picking up on hints. Whether or not she chooses to actually play along is executively up to her, which is why it’s a relief when said sandy brown haired girl scoffs and crosses her arms over her chest.

“You’re not that good, you know. I don’t even take the game as seriously as you do.” When she bumps into a student, she bows quickly before deciding to walk properly. “Besides,” she calls from over her shoulder. “You should be grateful that I accompanied you at the hospital.”

Jimin coos, seeming to not think too hard about the strange interaction. “Ah, carpal tunnel? I should’ve known. Seokjinnie has been complaining about his wrist, too.” Kim Seokjin was the graduate student in Jimin’s Bakery Club. And Namjoon’s boyfriend (see why that crush was short-lived...aside from clearly being into Jimin- what, who said that?). “And we need him for our next fundraiser. He doesn’t have time to be out of commission.”

Jeongguk looks down at the girl clung to her, a teasing smile on her features when Jimin blinks up. “Some friend you are.” That grants her a quick slap to her backside while Jimin quickly defends her love for her senior. Again, Jeongguk is very aware of the students that pass them, eyes lingering on them.

The atmosphere of the college is fairly accepting. Being in Itaewon is like another world, one where there’s so many minds that there really isn’t a way to live here unless you can tolerate and accept others. Even still, it’s not the most common thing to see; Jeongguk understands that. She’s just thankful that she can be in an area that lets her be herself. Even if herself is fawning over her clingy friend.

She’s super grateful.

Jeongguk slams the door shut, heaving her body against it as she throws her book bag to the floor and kicks off her sneakers.

“I. Am. Over it!” Exclaims the frustrated student, each word being yelled out with more shrill. She’s met with silence and the cool surface of her door as she sinks in. In just a week of wearing the splint, she has become so much more conscientious of both the amount of people she sees and how many of those people she normally talks to on a daily basis. She couldn’t seem to catch a brea-

“Over what?”

Jeongguk jumps in her spot clinging to the door at the unexpected voice that seemed to almost meld in with the quiet of the living room.

Taehyung is sat calmly on their shared sofa, laptop perched in her lap. The room is illuminated by a table side lamp, warm yellow light in a dim space as the sun sets outside. From where Jeongguk is standing, she can see the tangles in her roommate’s hair, her glasses reflecting the light from her laptop.

“Oh, you scared me!” Jeongguk responds, clenching her chest where she can feel her heart pounding.

Taehyung shrugs, looking back at her laptop screen. “I didn’t burst through the door yelling.” Jeongguk doesn’t acknowledge her words, coming into the room to turn on an actual light and heading straight for the bathroom down the hall.

“So, what are you over?” Taehyung calls out, barely to be heard over the sound of Jeongguk rummaging for makeup wipes and her facial wash.

“This stupid brace,” she groans, ripping at the velcro that keeps it closed around her wrist. She’s allowed to take it off when washing up, thank fuck. “Seriosuly, it’s not like I broke a fucking leg or something. Why are people so fascinated?”

“We’re an ableist nation, sweetheart. You either don’t exist or you’re a spectacle.”

Jeongguk grunts. Yeah, yeah, whatever. She’s still over it. She starts taking off the little makeup she had worn for the day: her mascara, eyebrows, blush, lip gloss. She has to be even more gentle with her wrist, and that’s fucking annoying. She wouldn’t ask Taehyung to come in and help her, but it’s a tight feeling, rubbing at the product on her lashes.

She has to deal with it for another week before she can start doing her stretches. What’s worse is that she hasn’t been able to play her video games for as long as she normally would because her wrists starts to seize up. Some would probably see that as a good thing since she spends an ungodly amount of time playing them (she remembers when Namjoon outwardly expressed his inability to understand how she was even passing her classes).

And it’s the weekend. Aside from doing her homework, what else is she supposed to do? Go out and socialize? Hard pass.

Jeongguk feels betrayed, amongst everything else; betrayed by her body, betrayed by her own desires, and betrayed by that lesbian porn site she was one. Like, they had so many great videos, how was she supposed to just stop?

It just makes no sense. She had gone through the entirety of her life trying out strenuous activities. From soccer in her early childhood to biking around the neighborhood with the kids on her block, to going cliff diving with her older brother when their parents took them to Cancun when he graduated from university- she dances four days out of the week and her flicking her own goddamn bean is what threw her body over the edge?

Seriously? How fucking weak.

The sun has completely receded into the night when Jeongguk finally emerges from the bathroom. She’s quick to peel her clothes from the day off and tug on some loose sweatpants and a camisole. If she could live her life in these clothes alone, maybe she wouldn’t get so uptight.

At least, that’s Taehyung’s philosophy. Jeongguk remembers the first time she went bra shopping with Taehyung. The older never had much desire to wear such undergarments, but she liked making Yoongi weak. And from what Taehyung has told Jeongguk, who insists she never asked, Yoongi has no control when Taehyung is strapped very prettily. The lacier the better.

But, anyways.

“Jimin’s coming over soon. She was supposed to go to a get-together with her Criminal Justice class, but she rather be with us tonight. Isn’t she precious?”

“Or broke,” Jeongguk mutters when she comes out to the living room.

Taehyung makes a noise of agreement. “Either or, I’m up for a girl’s night in. But I gotta finish this assignment first. Professor Lee is such a stickler for these architecture papers. He gave me a B on the last one.”

Jeongguk would remind her friend that she has the entire weekend to perfect it, but knows it’s moot. Much unlike Jeongguk, Taehyung likes to make sure every assignment she turns in is perfect.

“It’s ‘cause I didn’t have Namjoon look over it. That’s why.” She mumbles this mainly to herself. “I can’t let that happen again.”

The younger chuckles. Between Namjoon helping Jeongguk in her classes and proofreading Taehyung’s papers, she wonders. “Is Namjoon getting paid for his services?”

“As far as I know, he’s not into the things I could pay him with.” Of course she went to sex. “Lemme know when Jimin gets here. I don’t think I’ll be able to concentrate out here while you’re cooking.”

Eyebrows raised, Jeongguk shoots a questioning glance at Taehyung, who is busy collecting all of her supplies to take into her bedroom. “Oh, I’m cooking dinner?”

“Duh. You’re the best out of the three of us. I want something sorta sweet.” She kisses the air in Jeongguk’s direction as she fades down the hallway.

“What about my wrist?”

“Ableist nation, what did I tell ya?” Then there’s the sound of her bedroom door closing, leaving Jeongguk in the living area alone.

Taehyung’s lucky Jeongguk doesn’t mind cooking. Or else both of them would be up shit’s creek because Taehyung’s culinary skills don’t graduate past basic Shin Ramyeon and boiled eggs.

Thirty minutes in and the kitchen is hot.

Jeongguk has three of the burners on the stove going and the oven finishing up roasting some vegetables. Her music is blasting from the miniature portable stereo Taehyung had gotten her as a Christmas present last year.

This is why Jeongguk never minds cooking. She gets to be left alone, doing her own thing, no one bothering her. And she wasn’t the best cook, she knows this. It became even more clear after meeting the culinary genius currently doing his graduate program for Business Management, Seokjin. She fondly thinks about the first time their group had dinner together. Namjoon had called it “Friendsgiving”, apparently a tradition in the states amongst young adults. Seokjin had been the master chef in the kitchen, Jeongguk playing the role of the sous-chef. Her senior had praised her for being a top notch assistant, which inherently lightened the blow to Jeongguk’s pride at the realization that there was something she wasn’t the best at.

She’s excited to be in the kitchen with him again, regardless.

Despite the cacophony of sounds surrounding Jeongguk, she hears the beep of their front door unlocking. Jimin greets the open area loudly, announcing her presence. Jeongguk expects Jimin to make a beeline for Taehyung’s room at the discovery that said friend is not out in the open space.

What happens, instead, is that Jeongguk feels Jimin’s arms slither around her waist from behind. Jimin is a couple of inches shorter than the youngest, which is apparent in the way that she has to stand on her toes to leave a peck on Jeongguk’s shoulder.

“Ggukie, you look so good in the kitchen.” Her words come out low, practically whispering into the younger’s ear, in her skin. “Look so in your element.”

Jeongguk tries to ignore how the butterflies flurry in her stomach, how her hand clenched tight around the wooden spoon stirring the noodles in the pot.

“Is it ‘cause I’m a woman? Jimin, it’s almost 2020.” She feigns disappointment, breaking into a laugh when she hears the dramatic gasp come from the girl behind her.

Jimin releases her hold when Jeongguk turns around. She goes over to the kitchen counter where the speaker is, turning the music down so she’ll be able to talk to Jimin at a normal tone. Her hair is pulled into a half-updo, done with enough precision just to get the hair out of her face. And given from her casual athleisure apparel of a light blue crew neck and leggings, she must have came from the dance studio. That and her bare, slightly flushed face give it away.

“I brought wine,” Jimin says, nodding over to where she left the bottle of pink on the other counter space.

“Oh, so you didn’t flake out on your CJ class ‘cause you’re broke. Taehyung’s right. You are precious.”

The older scoffs, looking offended at Jeongguk’s words. “You think I only crave your food when I don’t have money for my own? And here I thought I would be baking us some cookies.”

Jeongguk turns the knob on the burner for the noodles just as the oven goes off. After checking on the vegetables, she turns off the oven, keeping them in the warm confines of the oven.

“Blush wine pairs much better with cake, Minnie. You know this.”

She doesn’t get a response, but it’s fine. Jeongguk busies herself checking on her food, the meat she has in the pan on the back burner. She thinks if she gives everything another five minutes or so, it will all be ready.

“Hey, Gguk, can I ask you something?”

“Shoot.”

She can feel the tension build in the silence before Jimin finally musters up the courage to ask her question. “Um...why didn’t you want me to know the real reason you hurt your hand?”

Jeongguk stops her stirring, turning to see the sullen look on the older’s face. She isn’t sure which emotion is most prevalent in the moment, so she stutters and gapes as Jimin looks to her patiently.

“It’s not...I mean...I was just embarrassed at- I mean, if Tae hadn’t been the one to take me to the hospital, I probably wouldn’t have told her the truth either.” It’s a sad excuse of an answer. She hadn’t realized that Jimin noticed anything.

“We’re close, aren’t we?” She pushes away from the counter, stepping to the side as if to give Jeongguk room to be closer to her. Like a test, almost. “Aren’t you comfortable with me?”

Jeongguk twists all the knobs, deciding the food can cook with whatever residual heat comes from the pots and pans. She proceeds to take however many steps it takes to the adjacent counter leaning back. Their arms brush against each other, extra measure for Jimin to know the answer before Jeongguk actually says it.

“Of course I’m comfortable with you, Minnie. You’re one of my best friends. Aside from Taehyung, I’m literally closer to no other human. I’m not even this affectionate with my parents. My mom’s not much of a hugger.”

Jimin seems to mull over her words. With all the stoves off, the only sound in the kitchen is the speaker, softly playing some trap mixes that Jeongguk discovered.

She decides to continue, moving her face closer to Jimin’s. “No other person I let sit in my lap. If any other person came up behind me and kissed my neck, they’d get an elbow in their face.”

“But that’s physical. People can be physically comfortable with each other without being emotionally comfortable. Like Tae and Yoongi.”

Well, Jeongguk would argue that Taehyung and Yoongi are so emotionally comfortable that Taehyung understands Yoongi’s desire to get fucked by another guy. She understands Jimin’s sentiment, though, so she leaves her thoughts in her head.

“So you’re worried that I’m not comfortable enough with you to tell you my most embarrassing secrets?”

Jimin pouts, poking out her bottom lip. She looks like a petulant child, but Jeongguk still finds it unbelievably cute. “I told you about that time when I laughed so hard I peed when I was 12 years old.”

Some of the tension has eased, and Jeongguk smirks out a laugh. She remembers when Jimin told her the story, how Jeongguk herself laughed so hard.

“Yeah, you told me about that.” The truth is that Jeongguk’s biggest secrets revolve around her friend. How she thinks about how cute Jimin is, how she wants to kiss her at those random times when the elder is glued to her; how she wants to snake her hands around Jimin’s body, grip at her waist, her ass. Her biggest secrets revolve around how she sometimes watches porn, fantasizing that it’s the two of them, Jimin bent over on the bed while Jeongguk tongues at her clit.

But who is Jeongguk to tell someone she cherishes such things? She values their friendship, loves that she has those people that she can be unabashedly affectionate to. She always feels so loved when she’s around Taehyung and Jimin. She would hate to lose that by expressing how fucking gay she is for her.

“Wanna know how I hurt my wrist?”

They’re already right up against each other, but Jimin still turns, giving her full attention to the younger. “I sort of put two and two together, but I want to hear you say it.” She holds her nose high, stubborn and in command. It makes Jeongguk smile at her fondly.

“I was...I was masturbating. I had been going at it for a few hours cause I couldn’t satisfy myself and then my wrist started cramping. The next day, Tae went with me to the clinic. I didn’t even want to tell the doctor, but she was super chill. Turns out non-stop hours of gaming then finger fucking is a recipe for disaster.”

Again, Jimin seems to take in every word, think it over. In the quiet air, there is only the heavy bass of another beat.

“Was that difficult for you? To admit, I mean.”

Surprisingly, the answer is no. Jeongguk doesn’t feel any different having told Jimin the truth. She doesn’t fear she’ll be judged. The most Jimin can do is laugh, just as Taehyung had, which hadn’t bothered Jeongguk in the slightest. It wouldn’t now. If anything, she would probably enjoy Jimin laughing at her plight, to feel the shorter throw herself into Jeongguk’s space, grip at her arm like a support because her knees sometimes went weak when she laughed too hard.

“No, actually. I’m still a bit irritated that I have to go through this, but I can’t lie,” when she glances to Jimin, the giggles begin to bubble up. “It’s kinda funny.” Slowly, a smile starts to spread on Jimin’s lips, and that only makes Jeongguk’s laughter more pronounced, more shameless. “I guess I kept that from you for nothing.”

“Seriously, I could have been coddling you way sooner.”

“Coddle?” Her laughter has since died a bit, genuine confusion taking over.

Jimin makes a cooing noise, something she seems to do often with the younger. She lifts a hand, patting softly at the side of Jeongguk’s face. “Poor baby had trouble getting off.”

“Excuse you,” Jeongguk scoffs. “I could get off; it’s just that none of them felt all that good.”

“Maybe you weren’t doing it right then,” Jimin suggests casually. Her hand slides down Jeongguk’s arm, squeezing at where her elbow rests on the counter top.

With a roll of her eyes, Jeongguk replies. “I know how to get myself off, Min. Don’t worry.”

Jimin still argues. “But maybe you need someone to help you feel good?” She ends the statement on a lilt, like she’s asking rather than saying.

It’s with Jimin so close that Jeongguk always becomes super aware of things. For instance, right now she’s very aware of Jimin’s fingers on her arm constantly moving, suddenly realizes how small the kitchen is, how they’re pressed against each other. Jimin’s leg moves upward, sliding against Jeongguk’s, one socked foot sliding under the opening of her sweat pants.

And Jeongguk is suddenly very conscious of the fact that Jimin is chewing at her bottom lip, and the younger can’t seem to look away.

She looks up just as Jimin does, having been watching her lips as well. She raises one eyebrow in question, one that Jeongguk is supposed to answer.

“Um…” is all Jeongguk can say.

The blonde continues petting at her arm while the other hand lifts up Jeongguk’s hand. She had put the splint back on after washing up in the bathroom. Jimin seems to only mind it for a second before she starts caressing Jeongguk’s fingers.

“You’re always so soft, Ggukie.” Jimin’s words come out hushed, a whisper, only for the younger to hear. “So warm,” she continues. Her hand is so light when it moves to Jeongguk’s neck. A hitched breath comes out automatically along with the goosebumps along the skin under Jimin’s featherlight fingertips.

“Always wanna touch you. Feel so good.” Her hand slides up to Jeongguk’s jaw, pulling her face closer. No later they’re practically sharing the same breath. When Jimin looks into her eyes again, Jeongguk thinks she could fall into a crumpled mess right there. This girl has such a strong effect on her. It’s almost too much when not being enough. “Do you like when I touch you?”

Jeongguk can’t even begin to think, still trying to wrap her brain around the way Jimin is touching her, pulling her in. Just how Jeongguk can’t remember when Jimin started openly being affectionate with her, the younger can barely remember when she realized she liked the blonde. It just sort of happened. Like, one day came, Jimin was attached to her side, and Jeongguk felt the urge to reciprocate, to pull Jimin in like how the older is doing in this moment. And Jeongguk has known she likes girls for some time, since her Sophomore year of high school, helping one of her friends practice for a play she was in. The lead, one that had a kiss near the finale of the play. Her friend hadn’t thought much of it, but Jeongguk thought about it for days, nights, weeks, months. She thought about it until a girl on her softball team kissed her in the locker room.

She’d been comfortable in her sexuality, but never outwardly expressive of it. She never came out to her parents nor her brother. But one day, Jeongguk brought her girlfriend home to meet her parents; announced her as her girlfriend. And four months after they broke up, Jeongguk met a boy at the convenient store her mom always told her to go to when they needed something quick. The guy worked there, was smitten with how Jeongguk shyly put her tampons on the counter along with the medicine shots. Not much later after that, Jeongguk would tell her parents whenever she was going on a date with her boyfriend.

Neither of those relationships lasted over six months, not that Jeongguk cared. She wasn’t regretful of the time she spent with either of them. They made her feel good in the moment, allowed her to learn what she liked and did not like.

And she really liked Jimin.

“Yeah,” Jeongguk finally answers, breathy and shaky with her exhale. She’s still uncertain of how real everything is, but in the spirit of what they just spoke about, Jeongguk finds herself admitting to more. “Really like it when you touch me.”

“Why don’t you ever touch me back?” There is the slightest pout again. Jimin is good at that. In the year Jeongguk has gotten to know Park Jimin, she knows that the older is a bit of a brat, used to getting her way to some extent. Must come with being an only child.

“Didn’t wanna scare you away.” Jeongguk never hid her sexuality, and her friends found out about her sexual attraction to girls about as anticlimactically as her parents had. The trio had gone to a party hosted by Jimin and Jeongguk’s dance class. It was at their senior’s, Hoseok, apartment. It was at that party that Jeongguk had ended up dancing with some girl from a ballet class, and not long after, Jeongguk had said girl pinned to the wall, the two of them slightly intoxicated but making out nonetheless.

And when Jeongguk had found Taehyung and Jimin later that night, they only screamed at Jeongguk for not telling them sooner.

And since Jimin knew Jeongguk was sexually attracted to girls, the latter didn’t want Jimin to become worried that Jeongguk was coming onto her. Sure, she liked the blonde but, again, she values their relationship.

Which is way the younger is freaking out because Jimin keeps moving her eyes between her lips and her eyes. That’s the only reason, of course.

“Do you want to touch me, Ggukie?” She wants an answer. Jeongguk can hear it in her tone. But she’s back to pulling at Jeongguk’s jaw. Their lips are just a breath away at this point.

Jeongguk thinks she nods, or maybe makes some type of noise in acknowledgement, but before she can think about it, Jimin has their lips pressed together.

It’s hesitant, at first. And the younger is frozen in her place when Jimin pulls away. She’s still unsure if this is happening. Maybe she fell asleep on her bed after she got home.

A dream would mean she could do whatever she wanted. But a dream would also mean her wrist wouldn’t still be fucked.

She’s not sure if it’s confidence or trust, but Jeongguk surges forward, hand grabbing blindly for Jimin’s waist to pull her close. And she kisses back desperately.

Jimin’s hand finally leaves her arm, moving to wrap around the back of Jeongguk’s neck. With her hand there and the other still cradling her jaw, Jeongguk would have a hard time pulling away if she wanted to.

She doesn’t.

The hand at her jaw starts to move lower, pausing at her neck as she pulls away from the kiss. Jeongguk chases after her lips, not wanting it to stop so soon, but Jimin’s eyes are glued to where her hand creeps down the younger’s chest.

“Always so soft,” Jimin whispers. “No matter where I touch you.” And suddenly, she’s pulling Jeongguk in for another kiss.

The younger can barely breathe, unable to catch her breath as Jimin’s hand goes further down, falling down the valley of her breast just to come back up and cup her in her small hand. It eggs Jeongguk on more, makes her desires push to the surface. She moans when her own hand goes to grab at the olders ass, squeezing as much as she can, pulling her impossibly closer. Thank fuck for leggings.

The fire in her belly flares when Jimin starts to kiss at her neck, biting at the skin at her collarbone. The older keeps going, following the path her hand took until she got to her chest. She pulls at the top of the black camisole, pulling the stretchy fabric until her chest is exposed.

The kitchen is still warm, but the fire prickles under Jeongguk’s skin, and she moans wistfully when Jimin starts licking at one of her nipples, circling her tongue until it’s a hard peak. The younger can only card her fingers through the blonde tresses. She works on moving Jimin in front of her, grabbing at her thigh until their legs are slotted in between each other’s.

When Jimin bites down harshly, Jeongguk’s hips thrust forward. “Minnie.”

“This okay?” she asks as she brings her lips back to Jeongguk’s open mouth. She takes the opportunity, slipping her tongue and sucking at Jeongguk’s swollen bottom lip.

“So okay, yeah,” Jeongguk gets in between kisses. It’s so hungry, their movements, while somehow being gentle...soft, as Jimin has been saying.

“Think I could get you off? Make you feel good?” Just as she says these words, her hand trails lower, quick to slip under the band of her sweatpants. She goes to cup the younger’s core over her panties, and Jeongguk feels too close already.

She could make the excuse of it being a while, that she had never been able to satiate herself since getting her wrist checked out. But the truth of the matter is that this is Jimin, and she has a feeling that anything Jimin does could make her feel good.

Jeongguk’s hips move as Jimin presses her fingers at the folds, still covered by her underwear. It feels so good, Jeongguk moans into their kisses, letting Jimin swallow up the sounds.

“Ggukie,” Jimin moans into her ear. “You’re already so wet. Fuck, wanna feel you.”

It all happens too fast, Jimin sneaking her hands under her panties, her mouth going back to suck at Jeongguk’s other breast. She’s always been sensitive in her nipples, a fact that her sexual partners have taken advantage of before. Her knees grow weak suddenly, she’s forced to drop Jimin’s leg so she can use her good hand to keep herself stable.

“Fuck, fuck, Jimin fuck!” Jimin’s using Jeongguk’s own fluids to help make her fingers wet while she massages at her clit. It feels like too much, but Jeongguk doesn’t want any of it to stop. When she thinks she has her bearings she pulls at Jimin’s face, dragging her lips up to kiss her. It grounds her a bit, to be able to focus on the older’s lips. Already, just by the way she moves her tongue in Jeongguk’s mouth, she’s probably amazing at eating out. And really, she shouldn't be thinking about that because Jimin’s rubbing at her folds with two fingers, threatening to push them in while her thumb rubs at her bundle of nerves.

The moans are endless, so close she can almost taste it. “I...Jimin, I’m gonna-”

When Jeongguk looks down, the sight of Jimin’s hand down her pants is the final straw. Her jaw goes slack as her eyes close, any scream that wants to come out gets stuck in her throat, and suddenly he’s cumming, her orgasm feeling like it’s being pulled out of her from depths she hadn’t known existed.

Her breaths are shaky and high when she comes down enough to feel Jimin’s fingers still rubbing at her pussy. She’s going slow, but Jeongguk can already feel the fire whirring again. She smashes her face into Jimin’s hair, softly moaning her name while she tries to get a handle on her breathing.

“Did I do good?” The innocense on the older’s face is almost torture, the smugness behind it captivating.

That was another thing about Jimin. Jeongguk knew the girl loved to be praised, to be told when she was doing well. It always came out during their dance classes, whenever they would go out and Jimin took the longest to get ready. She had to be jaw-dropping, heart-stopping, breath-taking at all times. And she needed people to tell her that.

Jeongguk has no qualms with praising her.

“Jimin you were so good. Fuck,” she stops herself, pressing her lips to the blond. She’s still rubbing at core, her fingers coming past her oversensitive clit. As much as Jeongguk wants to ask for more, she wants to do what she’s been longing to do for so long.

Touch her.

“Get on the counter,” Jeongguk commands in a rush, pushing at Jimin’s hand, trying to maneuver her quickly. She wishes she could undress, take her time with her, bite and suck at her thighs. But she needs to return the favour, wants to get her mouth on her, eat her up.

Jeongguk acts fast, ignoring the pain in her wrist and grabbing onto the backs of Jimin’s thighs so she can deposit her onto the counter top.

“Fuck, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this,” Jeongguk groans out, biting at the soft skin of Jimin’s neck. She feels the shorter jerk forward, needing back the friction she had gotten used to.

“Do what, Ggukie?”

She can hear it in Jimin’s voice, hears that she knows what Jeongguk is talking about. But if Jimin wants her to spell it out, who is she to say no?

“Touch you, taste you.” She presses her lips to Jimin’s ear while she tugs at the waistband of Jimin’s leggings. This close, Jeongguk can smell the faintest bit of soap. It makes sense. Jimin hates the feel of being sweaty. She probably showered at the rec center where the dance studio is. “Wanted to keep you in bed and eat you for hours.” She gets a whimper in response, and fuck the noises the older makes are so tantalizing. “Love watching you in class. Think about bending you over the ballet bar.” A moan from her own throat interrupts her. The thoughts she’s had for months coming back to her as she says them. “God, Jimin. Just wanna make you scream.”

“So do it, then.” Jimin has lifted up enough to help Jeongguk get her pants down. Now Jeongguk is kissing down her body, haphazardly pushing up her shirt and finding a cursed sports doing its job and holding Jimin’s boobs in. The nerve.

“Can’t. Taehyung’s in her room.”

For someone that had been so arrogant, so dirty and predatorial not even 2 minutes before, her eyes bug out, the shock and fear in her face very amusing to the younger who smirks as she gets on her knees.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Gguk?”

Jeongguk shrugs, yanking the offending fabrics down and past one of her ankles. Now that she’s freed from the confines of her leggings, Jeongguk’s hands roam, gripping at her thighs. Shit, is she salivating? Right, she asked a question.

“Was too preoccupied. Sorta forgot.” It seems like a good enough answer for her. She pulls Jimin closer to the edge of the counter, running her lips up the insides of Jimin’s thigh. She feels like silk, but the way her thigh jerks at the movement makes the muscles underneath more prominent. It just turns Jeongguk on more, to know that someone can be so soft but this strong. She wants to go at her in every way possible, listen to her squeal and beg for more while her body tells her it’s time to stop.

The prize is right there, wet, pink and groomed. To tease Jimin more would be torture on Jeongguk as well at this point. But she wants this to be good, wants to feel Jimin cum on her tongue, feel her thighs tremble around her head.

There’s a hand in her hair, tugging to move Jeongguk’s head in the right direction. “Jeongguk,” she moans. The younger thinks it’s a warning for her to get to the good part, but suddenly she hears, “You taste so good.” And Jeongguk finally pulls back to look up.

Jimin has her fingers in her mouth, the hand she used to get Jeongguk off. If Jeongguk wasn’t already on her knees…

She sticks her tongue out, laving a broad lick against Jimin’s folds. She was already wet, and Jeongguk is only making it messier. She spends a while just licking, always making sure to flick her tongue up once she gets to her clit. Jimin has one foot propped on the counter, giving Jeongguk more room to work with. She falls into the sounds around her, the melody of Jimin's airy moans and grunts. Sometimes the younger will switch to just sucking on the bundle, and she revels at how Jimin seems to shy away from the sensation, just to drag Jeongguk’s face along with her.

Jeongguk takes her grip on Jimin’s other thigh, tugging at it so she can be in the right angle as she starts fucking her tongue inside, her chin getting slick from her folds.

“Ggukie,” the blonde whines, struggling to keep herself upright. Her breathing is uneven, thighs trembling. When she looks down, the younger is looking up at her, and it’s so fucking hot she can’t handle it.

When her hips start to move too wildly, searching for any and all pleasure, Jeongguk throws her arm around her waist, keeping her in place as she doubles down with her tongue. Hearing the splitting shriek does as much to her as feeling Jimin’s walls clamp around tongue. She can’t help but groan, wanting to snake a hand down to rub at herself.

That’s what she does, using her left hand to rub messily at her already wet core, her panties already ruined and drenched. She starts to hear Jimin beg, the fingers in her hair pulling harshly.

“Please, Gguk- please please please I’m so close,” she ends on a sob, her head falling back.

Jeongguk fucks her with her tongue, moving her head as her nose rubs against Jimin’s abused clit. She can feel the elder clenching, drawing tight around her.

Jimin releases with a steady curse, wispy and dazed as muscles contract. Seeing her blissed out expression, neck and cheeks red, is what helps bring Jeongguk over again. She presses her forehead to the wet inside of Jimin’s thigh, riding out the wave. The air seems to cool around her, listening to Jimin catch her breath.

“You taste good, too.” Jeongguk chuckles, finally standing up. With Jimin sitting there, they’re at eye level with each other, which makes it easier to lean in and kiss her. She swallows down the moan Jimin emits when she tastes herself on Jeongguk’s tongue. “Feel fucking phenomonal, too.”

Jimin giggles lightly as Jeongguk drags her nails into her hips, trailing down to her thighs, keeping them close together.

They share the silence save for the low music. It seems so natural and comforting to be entwined like this, feeling Jimin’s chest move against her own. She can’t stop caressing her skin, can’t stop moving her hands.

“Did you know?” Jeongguk pulls back and meets Jimin’s eyes. “Did you know that I liked you?” Jeongguk isn’t sure how she would feel if she found out Jimin knew about her feelings all this time. Whether that would make her fragile pride crumble or not.

Jimin rests her arms on Jeongguk’s shoulders. “I knew I was special to some extent. I noticed how you acted around others. Even with Jin and Yoongi, you don’t always accept any affection they give to you. Not that Yoongi is big on touching in the first place but- No. I didn’t really know you saw me as anything other than your best friend.”

Jeongguk feels like she has a million questions: what does this mean, then? Does Jimin want to date her? Or does she just want to fuck? Was she even into girls?

“So...you’re not straight?” Given from the confused expression Jimin gives, Jeongguk didn’t really word that correctly. “I just mean...do you know you’re not straight or are you trying to figure it out?”

“Ah, okay.” She smiles gently. “Yeah, so, when Tae and I were, like, seventeen, I told her that I thought I might be into girls. And it may be hard for you to believe, but I didn’t used to be such a touchy person. I always appreciated physical touch, but I used to never openly display it like I do now.

“But when I became friends with Tae, I became so comfortable with her that I would cling to her. It didn’t dawn on me until one of our other friends asked if we were dating that it even looked like we were more than friends. And I seriously wondered if I was sexually attracted to her or if I just felt comfortable enough. So when I told her I thought I might be into girls, she allowed me to experiment with her.”

Jeongguk can picture it, the friend duo at that age, awkward and trying to figure things out. It’s endearing and enthralling. “And, what was the result?” She asks, as if she isn’t already aware of Taehyung being completely hetero.

“She wasn’t into it, but I was. I wasn’t hurt when she told me she felt nothing, and she was so comforting and kind when I broke down crying because I was the one that was different. From the moment I met Taehyung, she always wanted to make me feel like any other person, and that carried over into discovering I was sexually attracted to girls.” She pauses, eyes a little glassy as she seems to remember the scenario. She huffs out a laugh. “It’s actually super funny because I started bawling in her tiny full-sized bed. Like, dude, my tits were out and so were hers. I just cried into her chest and she let me.

“And what was even more magical was that the next day, she still came to my house to pick me up so we could walk to school. She held her arm out so I could grab onto it like I normally did. She still let me pet her hands and she still wrapped herself around me. Guys should really take notes because that’s what being comfortable with your sexuality looks like.”

Jeongguk admires Jimin, entranced in seeing the emotions change on her face. She always enjoys hearing Jimin talk, even if she doesn’t feel like responding, even if it’s about nonsense.

So now she knew that Park Jimin was a lesbian- or, at least sexually attracted to girls. So that brings up another query. “So, why did you never tell me after you found out I also like girls?”

Jeongguk can catch it, the hint of regret. It fades quickly. “At that point I had already started cuddling up to you. Guess it’s kinda like how you worried you would scare me off if I knew you were gay and you were so affectionate with me. I worried that if I had told you then, you would assume I was only acting that way towards you because I liked you or was only interested in sleeping with you.”

“And you didn’t like me?”

“Gimme a second, my butt is sticking to the counter.” Jeongguk giggles as she helps Jimin down onto her feet. Jimin pulls her leggings back on, adjusting her shirt so she looks half-way decent. It’s still evident in the redness of her swollen lips and her mussed hair, though.

“I hadn’t been sure of my feelings, and I liked having you as my friend. Just in case you didn’t like me back, I wanted to make sure I could keep our friendship regardless.”

It makes sense to Jeongguk. That’s where her earlier trust came from. It was the feeling and understanding that their friendship was strong enough by that point that they could bounce back, work through the awkward stages if it wasn’t what the other person wanted.

But Jeongguk wanted this, still wants this. And it seems that Jimin does, as well.

“I really like you, Jimin,” Jeongguk announces. “I have for some time now. I don’t even know when it started, but I just know that I have.” It felt like something that needed to be said, just in case there were any lingering doubts or misunderstandings.

“I like you, too, Ggukie. I’ve known for some time now, too.” She rises on her toes, intending to only leave a peck against the younger’s lips. But Jeongguk brings her closer, making the kiss slow and full. She thinks she could get used to kissing Jimin, but she still can’t believe this is real.

When they part, it’s calm and serene. Jeongguk is glad she can be comfortable around Jimin, likes the connection they seem to have.

“Glad you guys are finally done.”

Both Jimin and Jeongguk jump, the older letting out a surprised shriek. When they follow the voice, Taehyung is standing at the kitchen entrance, leaning against the doorway. Unlike how Jeongguk had found her earlier when she got home, Taehyung’s hair is brushed out, her glasses gone and tattered sweats traded in for nicer sweatpants and a sweater.

Her face is expressionless as it was before as she blinks. There’s some satisfaction in having gotten a reaction out of the girls in the kitchen.

“What the fuck, Tae?” Jimin exclaims. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Oh, I haven’t been standing here long, but good lord, you guys don’t know how to be quiet even if it could save your goddamn lives.” She smiles, studying the couple. “Glad you both finally came around to each other, though. Neither of you may have noticed your crush on the other but the rest of us did.”

“And all of you just watched?”Jeongguk wouldn’t put it past them, she guesses.

Taehyung hums. “What are we, twelve? You’re both grown ass women. You can figure it out for yourselves. This isn’t some cheesy rom-com. But I guess it is some low level lesbian porn.”

Jimin seems to take offense. “Tch, low level my ass.”

“Oh, speaking of your ass, I think it’s very obvious why I will not be joining you guys for dinner. And please be so kind as to clean up after yourselves.”

With that Taehyung leaves the kitchen, heading for the door. “Where are you going, then?”

“I had texted Yoongi awhile ago. I need to relieve some stress in order to focus on this paper. Just waiting for you guys to finish so I wouldn’t interrupt you.”

How sweet. “Thanks, Tae,” Jeongguk replies, sarcasm thick in her tone.

“As you should be thankful you have a friend like me. Both of you. Later!” They hear the door close behind her, leaving Jimin and Jeongguk to stand in the middle of the kitchen.

“I might need to heat the food up again, but I’m super fucking hungry.”

Jimin groans, moving to stand next to Jeongguk by the stove while she checks on the various foods. She decides to turn the burner on for the meet. “Same, I’m so hungry. Still wanna bake a cake.”

“Perfect, then I could lick the icing off of you.”

“Oh,” Jimin sings low. “Kinky already. Woman after my heart. Guess we found one good thing to come out of you getting that brace put on.”

“Huh, yeah, guess so. Guess it also makes sense that I needed to get it because I was trying to fuck myself. So I should be paid back.”

Jimin has already started grabbing bowls and plates. It feels so easy, like nothing has changed.

She’s not sure how long they stay silent until Jimin’s voice finally filters though.

“So, like, were you just fucking yourself too hard or-”

“Minnie, what the fuck?”

“No, but like, what were you watching? Was it the good shit? Do you know what the good shit is?” She gasps as a thought comes to mind. “Were you, perhaps, thinking of me?”

Jeongguk only rolls her eyes. “We can discuss it later.”

That seems to work for Jimin, who only grins widely. “Aren’t glad you have someone to help you get off now?”

Jeongguk looks down at the brace, relenting and letting out a soft laugh.

“Super grateful.”

#bts #ksmutclub #genderbent bts #fem!bts #fem!jungkook #fem!jimin #fem!taehyung #bts smut #bts fluff #jikook

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sunshinejins · 5 years

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perfect.

this is a gratuitous tyrus first dance fic that absolutely did NOT need to be written but i wrote it anyway because like three people on here said they’d read it and that was good enough for me. not canon compliant because i like to ignore canon when given liberty to do so.

that being said, this is a tyrus fic with a little muffy but mainly tyrus because i’m trash for this ship. reblogs are encouraged and any comments are well appreciated! hope you enjoy!

The last time Cyrus Goodman went to a school dance was when he was thirteen years old. He had appreciated the tacky streamers and the DJ who only seemed to play Katy Perry songs. He had bought overpriced red punch from the concession stand that tasted mostly like water and shared Buffy’s extra large bag of sour gummy worms. He also watched as Jonah Beck and Andi danced in an awkward circle for the two slow dances of the evening, arms stiffly placed on each other’s waist and shoulders, keeping an appropriate distance between them.

Cyrus had never been so jealous in his life.

Buffy had noticed of course. She always did. She pestered him for the remaining thirty-seven minutes (yes, he counted) of the dance until he gave in and exposed his jealousy in a spew of metaphors that may have included a few dinosaur references and one too many puns about feeling green. Only then did she go silent and say with great softness:

“It’s okay to be jealous of Jonah. Why didn’t you just say you liked Andi?”

Three days later, over a basket of cooling baby taters and a half-drunk chocolate milkshake, Cyrus told Buffy about his knee-weakening crush on Jonah Beck. It had been the only time to date where Buffy hadn’t been angry with someone for saying she was wrong about something.

That was two years ago. Things were very different now.

For one, Cyrus’ crush on Jonah had disappeared the second he started looking at him like a person instead of Jonah Beck. While he loved his friend with his entire heart, there was no way Cyrus could ever be romantically involved with someone who was convinced that it was alright to wear orange and green unironically in the same outfit. His crush dissolved about as fast as sugar in tea, and Cyrus was convinced that they were both better off for it.

Then there was T.J. The tall, blond, amazing basketball player that had stolen his heart just about the second they met. Not that Cyrus had been aware of his feelings until one day at The Spoon when T.J had shyly asked if they were on a date.

(They were. Neither of them knew.)

Thus, Cyrus had been happily over Jonah and happily not over T.J since the seventh grade. Now he was a high schooler, and he was at another school dance.

This time there were no streamers, but huge shiny pink and red toned hearts plastered all over the walls of the Grant High School gym. The DJ was no longer playing Katy Perry, but a strange combination of Macklemore and James Blunt. The punch this time was pink, not red, and it tasted more like Sprite than anything else. It was Valentine’s Day; Cyrus was having the time of his life.

Buffy and Marty were currently breaking it down on the dance floor, in a competition to see who could make up more dance moves. Cyrus had a feeling Marty was losing, but by the look on his face as he watched Buffy’s curls bounce around her cheeks, he didn’t think Marty minded. Andi and Jonah had arrived together, but Andi had quickly disappeared with Amber. Cyrus was worried about Jonah for a second until he saw him in a corner with Gus watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine.

Cyrus was chilling at a table by the dance floor, draining a cup of pink punch and enjoying himself. T.J had been pulled away by basketball buddies a few moments earlier, and Cyrus was relishing in the chance to take the weight off his feet.

“Miss me yet?” Cyrus jumped at the voice in his ear and turned with a wide smile to his boyfriend. T.J was goofily smiling, hair mussed, and his red shirt slightly untucked from his dark jeans. Cyrus’ heart warmed.

“You were barely gone for two minutes! I had no time to miss you,” he said as T.J pulled out the chair beside him and sat down. His fake wounded expression made Cyrus want to giggle.

“I’ve missed you when you were gone for two minutes! Remember that time you left our movie night for ages?”

“I had to go to the bathroom!” T.J laughed and threw an arm around Cyrus’ shoulders. Cyrus snuggled into his grasp with a smile. They were never very “out” at school. Kids were unfortunately still mean and while T.J swore no one actually stuffed people in lockers in real life, Cyrus lived in eternal fear. Here, however, the lights were low, and everyone was too busy having fun to really care about the boyfriends cuddling at the back of the room. Cyrus was about to suggest that they go grab some more punch, (it was surprisingly addictive,) when Buffy appeared from nowhere dragging Andi and Marty with her.

“Get up dorks! We’re dancing!” Cyrus couldn’t argue with that, and neither could T.J apparently as he laughed and pulled Cyrus up with a tug of his hand.

“C’mon, Underdog!” Cyrus laughed and let himself be lead to the dance floor. He was made to party after all.

They danced for what felt like ages, Jonah eventually joining them and Amber as well. Cyrus was almost dizzy from how fast the DJ cycled through songs. He made up a new move, the “wonky penguin” and received multiple high fives from Marty after its execution. T.J stayed by his side, dancing albeit a bit stiffly, but still grooving to the music like the rest of them. Cyrus would have guessed they’d been dancing for around half an hour when the strobe lights dimmed and a soft red light poured out of the spotlights instead.

“This one’s for all the couples out there, grab your special someone and hit the floor,” the DJ said. Ed Sheeran’s “Perfect” began to play and as he normally would, Cyrus began to back off the floor. A hand on his waist stopped him, and before he could really think about it, T.J was pulling him into his arms and slipping his fingers between Cyrus’.

The music played with a certain grace behind them as T.J turned them in a slow circle around their little section of the floor. Cyrus’ mouth hung open.

“How do you know how to dance?” Cyrus looked as T.J expertly guided his feet in a way that definitely hinted at prior knowledge. If the lights hadn’t been red, Cyrus would have sworn he could see T.J blush.

“My mom always told me the best way to impress a girl was to know how to dance,” they both chuckled at that as T.J dipped Cyrus a little, “when I came out to her she said her gender may have been wrong but the notion still stood.”

Cyrus was in awe. They had been together for exactly one year and ten months, and he still kept learning new things about T.J. That had been one thing he was afraid of when they began dating. What if dating one of your best friends meant you would eventually not have any things left to learn? The simple act of T.J pulling him in closer so his arms could rest more comfortably on his shoulders proved him wrong. There would always be new stuff to know.

Cyrus must have been deep in thought because T.J suddenly laughed and tapped his nose with a finger.

“What are you thinking about, Cyrus?” His eyes were warmed as he asked. Cyrus gave a small, one-shouldered shrug.

“Just things that are meant to be.”

T.J rolled his eyes lovingly at that and continued to turn them in a cozy circle until the song ended and their friends were back jumping up and down to a new Selena Gomez song. Cyrus tangled his fingers with T.J’s as they watched Jonah do the Macarena to the beat of the music. T.J pressed his lips quickly to Cyrus’, tasting a little of Sprite and popcorn, and Cyrus grinned into the kiss.

This dance had gone way better than the first.

#this was fun #i love writing things like this and i LOVE TYRUS #anyways i hope that was okay #tyrus #tyrus fic #tyrus fanfic #andi mack #andi mack fic #andi mack fanfic #cyrus goodman #cyrus goodman fic #cyrus goodman fanfic #tj kippen #tj kippen fic #tj kippen fanfic #my writing

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mossmurdock · 6 years

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see how it goes--pt.2

Summary: just a small sleepover

Word count: 1382

Warning: cursing, moms being weird, brownies

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“Honey somebody is at the door! Do you want me to get it?!”

“No dad, I got it!” You ran down the stairs as quickly as you could, tripping at the last step because of your socks. “Fucking shit!”

“Language Y/N!” Your mom yelled from the kitchen. She hated that you cursed more in the house now. She permitted it at school at least but never in the house. She wanted to set ‘a good example for anyone who would visit’, you found it extremely stupid. You continued to run down into the living room and opened the door.

“Bevvy!” You hugged her with such force that she nearly fell backwards.

“Hey Y/N/N!” The two of you let go of each other. “I’m so excited! Now the both of us can have a sleepover without the boys for once.” She said. You closed the door behind you as you spoke. “Yeah, I’m really excited too. Last time Richie threw up because he tried the sprite and banana challenge.”

She grimaced, “I’ll never forget something so horrid.” While the two of you started to head upstairs your mother came out of the kitchen with her apron on. She had thick makeup on and her hair was curled. You never knew why she always insisted on looking like that inside the house or anywhere else, she was naturally pretty. Her hair was absolutely flawless and she hid a birth mask that was on the side of her face. You liked that birth mark, you thought it made her unique. “Y/N, you never told me you had a girl coming over. I would’ve started cooking. . . earlier.” Your mother stopped in her tracks. She looked over to Beverly and her expression changed. You stole a glance over to Beverly and prayed your mom would spare her.

“Mom this is Beverly, the girl I was telling you abou-”

“Darling, your hair.” Your mother ignored you. Her voice was stern, not light and sweet like it usually was. She reached out her hand to touch Beverly’s hair. Beverly had cut it short again just about a month ago, she seemed to like the style, complaining that her longer hair was hard to manage made no sense if she was always outside. You stopped your mother’s hand from advancing any further by gently pushing Beverly backwards.

“Mom, this is Beverly. She’s the friend I was talking about yesterday. We’re having a sleepover.”

Your mother’s face went back to her sweet smile, and the both of her hands were folded behind her back. “That’s sweet honey. But, your father and I are heading out tonight and won’t be back until tomorrow at about 10 a.m. So, I expect the two of you to be responsible.” You nodded and brought Beverly upstairs.

“Your mom seems. . . nice.” Beverly tried to get the mood back to what it was before. The key word was tried here. “Yeah, nice is a good word for it I guess.”

“Anyways,” you opened the door to your room. “welcome to my sanctuary.”

Your room wasn’t huge or anything, it was actually pretty small to be honest. You had a huge shelf with books, but Richie always made fun of all the comic books you had, even if he had a shelf full of them too. You took Beverly’s bag and set it onto your bed.

“Did someone sleepover yesterday, too?” Beverly asked. She was looking at the makeshift bed you and Richie had set up, he insisted he’d sleep on the floor. “Oh! Sorry about that, Richie had come over last night. We woke up late for school so we didn’t bother to fix it.”

“So that’s why you too looked like that this morning! Did you two. . . you know?”

You blinked, then blushed profusely. “What, no! That’s why another bed is there!” Beverly laughed and let go of the subject. You on the other hand were still pretty flustered, muttering profanities as you aggressively fixed the bed for Beverly. “So, I’ll sleep on the floor right?”

You shook your head, “Nope, I am.”

“Are you sure?” She asked.

“Yeah of course. If I wanted to sleep in the bed I would’ve fought you for it.”

She mockingly put her hands up in defense and laughed. You finished making the bed and heard your parents leave. They didn’t even say good bye this time.

“Cool, they’re gone. We can do whatever the fuck we want now.”

“Cool,” Beverly said. “what would you want to do first?”

You thought for a second. “Okay so, I have a shit ton of food in the kitchen that we could bring into the living room. We could make like, a comfy fort and binge watch shitty movies, I think that’d be a pretty good start.”

“That,” Beverly agreed, “would most definitely be an amazing start.”

A couple of minutes later, you and Beverly had already gathered an assortment of snacks, candies, and popcorn. A huge pillow fort was set in the living room, and a whole stack of extremely shitty movies were set on the snack table. The two of you sat in front of it, admiring your work.

“Bev, I think I’m about to burst into tears.” You said.

“Too bad we’re gonna destroy it.”

You broke character. “Yup.”

After many movies and you throwing up in the middle of a really poorly acted romantic comedy(Beverly argued you couldn’t down a Pepsi and eat 10 of the brownies your mom made, out of spite, you did exactly that) the both of you were just lying down on your bed. You talked about random topics that came up, like how unnaturally good your mom’s brownies were.

“You know what though?” Beverly said, there had been a few minutes of silence and you had thought she had fallen asleep. “What?” You asked.

“For the longest time, I thought Richie and you were dating.”

This made you think. You had never thought you and Richie looked that ‘couply’. Yeah you held hands, hugged and cuddled a lot, once Richie went to kiss your cheek and ended up licking you instead(Eddie nearly had a heart attack) but, you had always thought that was just a ‘close friends’ thing.

It took you a while to respond. “. . . Really?”

Beverly smiled, as if it seemed to be the most obvious thing in the world.

“I mean, yeah. When he introduced us to you in 9th grade the two of you were holding hands and shit. And, a few days after, when Richie invited all of us over to his house, you were already there. His mom had to answer the door because you fell asleep on him. He complained you looked too cute for him to wake you up.”

“Did anyone else think--”

“Everyone. Literally everyone agrees that they thought the two of you were together.”

You had really never thought about it that way. Okay that was most definitely a lie. It was more like a huge ocean of denial and you were a tiny sand grain just floating around in the ocean. There were fleeting moments when you asked yourself ‘is this really a friends thing’ but immediately ignored it because, ‘yes!! of course it is! no non-platonic feelings here!!’

You wondered if Richie thought about it too.

“Wow. I never thought about it too much,” lies. “I guess it was just so normal at one point we didn’t really question what it looked like to other people.”

Beverly laughed, “That’s the biggest understatement of the year.”

You tried pushing her off of the bed but failed. It completely backfired and you ended up falling off onto the makeshift bed on the floor.

“Fuck you.”

“Love you too, Y/N/N.”

You took the advantage of already being on the bed on the floor and started to tuck yourself in. “We should go to bed. Its 12:45 already.” Beverly said. She had started to tuck herself in too. “Already ahead of you. The alarm’s set on my phone right?”

“Yup.” She checked and put the phone back down on the nightstand.

“Okay. Night, Bev.”

“Night, Y/N/N.”

#this is just like a little filler #its short woops #beep beep richie #self insert #xreader #richie toxier x reader #beverly marsh #stanely uris #ben hanscom #mike hanlon #bill denbrough #eddie spaghetti #i need sleeeeeeeeep #It

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tumblunni · 5 years

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POKEMON BADGES ARE GIRL SCOUT BADGES?!

Holy shit i think that's it! On the early sprites and artwork for Red you can see some sort of weird big circle pattern on his hat, his shirt, a different place on his hat, with no consistancy. And i've just seen one concept art where it seems to have the Cascade Badge logo on it?? So were they originally envisioned as fabric badges that trainers would sew onto their clothes as a status symbol similar to scouts? That would kinda explain why you saw trainers holding their pokeballs on belts and bandoliers in the first gen, like i know everyone jokes about them being ammo holders but what if they were scout sashes? And then i guess it was just one of the many things that the anime reinterpreted that then became canon in later games. Like how pokeballs didnt have a button and used to literally look like gachapon capsules including one half being translucent so you can see the pokemon inside. Which would also literally shrink via magic rather than being stored in cyberpunk super energy technology. The Adventures manga actually kept this idea and i think its super neat!

Mannnn i wish they'd kept the fabric badges now. Im kinda torn tho? Like i understand that them being tiny plastic/metal clip ons makes more logical sense, and the whole thing of sticking them inside your coat pocket and dramatically revealing them would look coolwr in the anime and also save on having to draw them on the character model 100% of the time. But on the other hand fabric badges is such a cool cute and nostalgic aesthetic! It makes them feel more like an accomplishment, sorta? And more like this world has established a culture around the concept of gym challenges, if you see people wearing their badges in different ways as a fashion statement. It also makes a lot more sense as a thing you'd give to kids, like maybe kids get this version and the metal badge version is an alternate miniature equivelant for adults who feel theyre too mature for the normal one. And its cute to imagine it as an excuse for the player character to go back to visit their mom so she can help them sew on their new badge and congratulate them! Daww! Or imagining the kids being very responsible and talented if they were able to carry around their own sewing kit. It could explain the accessories for pikachu and eevee in the new game, like the protag learned to sew for the sake of his adventure and then he was just mending his clothes and then he actually ended up really enjoying it and learning to make miniature copies of his outfits for his new best buddy pikachu. :3 Oh oh, or maybe all the gym leaders are just nice kindly big sibling/parental figures to all the kids who beat them? You have tea together afterwards and they help sew on your badge and give you some tips for the next leg of your journey and a big ol motovational speech and also imagine Lt Surge's raichu cuddling your pikachu and acting as a move tutor to it? I will continue to aggressively headcanon lt surge as a good man because im still mad about the anime making him an asshole and telling me im supposed to hate raichu and not want pikachu to evolve. I evolved my pikachu in pokemon yellow IMMEDIATELY after that episode, i was so mad! Like yeah ash's pikachu has every right to not want to evolve, thats his decision. But that doesnt mean that lt surge's raichu is bad because it made the other decision! You could have just said pikachu doesnt want to evolve without making its evolution look like something the kids arent allowed to want. :( and also making a random gym leader an evil guy when nothing implied thatvin his game version :( what if he was a nice man with ptsd from his time in the war and he just saw you like pikachus too and he wanted to be a nice mentor figure to you and also he is Spark's uncle and also he hugs his raichu every day :( I love lt surge cos i was told to hate him, just like how i love Gaspar the random traded haunter in diamond and pearl just because they wrote his trainer being a jerk. I had to train him to level 100 just to spite her! Ans now i have to cherish lt surge to spite the anime!! I will style my pikachu's hair like him and take selfies together and be all hashtag my new pokemon dad. I really hope he is just like his red ans blue version in the new games, id be so sad if anime jerkness is canon like how jessie and james now are. Leav cool raichuman alon

WOW THIS POST WENT IN EVERY DIRECTION WOW IM SO FUCKIN TIRED

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Just Want Mum

Homesick and Actual Sick Young! Harry

"Harry, come on! It's only nine thirty! Come have drinks with us! Even LIAM is going and he can't even drink!" Louis begs, pulling on his curly headed boyfriend's arm. The boys are on their very first tour and things are still very new and absolutely mad for them. Louis feels like he's living on cloud nine being able to live out his dream with the boy of his dreams by his side. The other four boys decided after their concert that they'd head over to Zayn and Niall's room to have a few beers and celebrate the success they've had so far (or that's how Niall put it anyway but they're sixteen and eighteen year old boys, they'll really use any excuse to drink). Harry smiles tiredly at his boyfriend but shakes his head. "You lot have fun. I want to turn in a bit early tonight, I'm knackered." Louis pouts because his pouts usually make Harry do whatever he wants him to do but they clearly are no match to Harry's exhaustion because the boy still shakes his head and heads in the direction of his hotel room. Louis pouts after him, obviously torn on what he should do now. "Come on, Tommo! Bet I can outdrink you!" Niall taunts and that gets Louis' attention quick. Because he's never lost a bet and he doesn't plan to do it now to a boy two years younger than him. He'll just have a few drinks to prove Niall wrong then go cuddle with his curly headed lover. They've got their whole lives to be together after all. He rushes after Niall, tripping him in the process and belting out a belly laugh when the boy falls on his face. - Harry sighs once safely inside his hotel room alone. He's been feeling a bit under the weather all day, exhaustion weighing heavy in his bones and now since eating dinner after the concert he's developed a stomach ache that doesn't seem ready to go anywhere anytime soon. He trudges into the bathroom, reaching up into the medicine cabinet and reading three or four labels before dropping them all in frustration. He's never been sick away from his mum before and he really has no idea how to help himself. He pulls off his stuffy clothes and tosses them somewhere near his suitcase, pulling out a pair of warm pajama pants and a t shirt before curling up beneath the covers. He pulls out his phone and dials his mum, wincing when the loud ring pierces through his ears making his head hurt. "Hello?" His mum asks cheerily, obviously thrilled to hear his voice when she gets the chance. "Hi mum." He says, voice sounding raspy and low. "How was your concert tonight darling? Where are you?" Harry swallows the large lump threatening to grow in his throat. He's so not used to being away from his mum so for her to have to ask where he even is makes him a bit emotional. "It was great. Fans were loud. We're in France now." "I bet it's beautiful there. Any plans for tonight? I'm sure you're all running high on energy after your smashing performance." Harry smiles, feeling warm at the sound of his mother's voice. His stomach grumbles uncomfortably bringing him back to reality and the warm feeling soon turns back to the unwell one that's clung to him all day. "No..I'm actually in bed." "Oh poor boy, exhausted yeah? The other boys asleep already?" "No..they're all in Niall's room." His mum grows quiet. "Harry, what's wrong? Did something happen with the boys?" Harry sighs, lying his head down on his arm. "No...I'm just not feeling great.." He hears his mum tut sympathetically. "Oh love. I'm so sorry. Have you got a fever? What feels bad?" "M'not sure..I haven't checked..but I'm really tired and my stomach's hurting...I..I wish you were here..." He feels his throat tighten and bites his lip. "I know, I do too, darling. I miss you but everything's going to be ok, alright? Is Louis there with you? Ask him if you lot have a thermometer handy." "H-he's in Niall's room with everybody else..I don't...I don't want him to know, mum. I really just want you.." She sighs sadly. "I wish I could be there lovely. Have you taken anything to help?" "I don't know what to take.." "Hm. Well let's figure it out together, yeah? Do you feel nauseous or does your tummy just hurt?" "It just hurts right now.." "Ok. Have you got a headache or anything?" "A little." "Ok. Why don't you try taking an Advil and warming up a hot water bottle to lie on your tummy?" "Ok..." "If you start to feel sick to your stomach, take some pepto bismol, ok? And maybe tell the boys if you start feeling worse or develop a fever, ok?" "O-ok." "Try and get some rest, sweetheart. You might just be exhausted." "Ok. I love you, Mum." "I love you too, darling. Let me know how you feel in the morning. I miss you. "I miss you too." Harry hangs up the phone and bites his lip hard against the tears threatening to spill. He feels terribly needy and alone and ill. He trudges out of bed and back into the bathroom where he finds the Advil and a hot water bottle. He fills the hot water bottle up and pops two Advil in his mouth. He grabs a Sprite out of the fridge before heading back to his bed and hugging the bottle to his tummy. - Louis hums into his beer can, eyes darting around the room at the four boys rough housing around him. Niall was right. He can out-drink Louis..by a LONG shot. And now Louis misses Harry. He's not used to them being apart and he's decided he really doesn't like it. Harry was acting strange before the concert and even more strange after. It makes Louis a bit nervous. What if he's going to break up with him or something?! He decides he's done being apart from Harry whatever the reasoning may be. He stumbles towards the door and Niall hoots after him something about using protection. He shoves his room key into the door and it rejects it. He whines in annoyance and tries again, nearly shouting in happiness when it goes through this time. The room is pitch black when he walks in and he has to squint to make sure he doesn't ram his leg or toe into any sharp objects. He sees a tiny bit of curls sticking out from the covers of the hotel bed he and Harry are usually cuddled upon and smiles. He sits on the bed and listens to Harry's deep, slow breathing. He shimmies beneath the covers and pulls on Harry's arm above his head with a whine. Harry grunts and his eyes twitch, brow furrowing. He pulls his arm down and pulls Louis to his chest with a hum. Louis yelps as cold plastic touches his bare skin and feels around for the culprit. His hand lands on the now cool hot water bottle and he pulls it up to his face in confusion. "Not feeling well, Haz?" He asks softly, checking Harry over. Harry hums and places Louis' hand on his tummy. "Hmm. Stomach was hurting after dinner." "Feeling any better?" "Not really.." "D-" "Can we just sleep?" "Course. Sorry babe." Louis coo's, kissing Harry's cheek and snuggling into his warm skin. Harry huffs, placing a hand on his stomach and giving it a soft rub before falling back to sleep. - A light turning on in the darkened hotel room wakes Louis up the next morning. He has time to open his eyes before Niall and Liam pounce on the bed and begin jumping up and down, shouting. Louis sits up with a sleepy smile, rubbing his eyes. He turns to Harry, who's eyebrows furrow as he turns on his side. "UP YOU GET HAZZA! No time to sleep! It's our day off!" Niall shouts, falling onto Harry's torso. Harry groans, pulling the covers up over his shoulder and shoving Niall off his body in annoyance. "Woah somebody's not in a good mood this morning." Niall says with a laugh from the floor. "Wake up, Hazza!!!" Liam shouts, jumping so close to his head that it bounces up and down. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" Harry yells, pulling the pillow over his head. Liam shoots Louis a confused look but he just shakes his head. "Just leave him be. He's tired.." Liam shrugs and heads off into the direction of Zayn's room with Niall following closely behind him. Louis rubs Harry's back softly. "Are you alright, H?" "M'fine. I just want to be left alone." He snaps. Louis bites his lip. "Ok...do you want some breakfast?" "No." Louis frowns and gets off the bed. "Alright..let me know if you need me.." "Please just tell everyone to leave me alone for a bit..." He whimpers. "Ok.." Louis steps out of bed and heads out into the kitchen area with the rest of the boys, even Zayn has joined them despite looking nearly ready to fall back to sleep head first into his bowl of cereal. "Where's Harry?" Liam asks, looking around the room. Louis shrugs. "He doesn't want to get up." "Guess we'll have to go back in and get him!" Niall shouts, standing up. Louis holds out his hand to stop him and shakes his head. "Don't. He said he wants to be alone." "Is he alright?" Liam asks, looking worriedly towards Harry's bedroom door. Louis shrugs. "He said his stomach hurt after dinner last night but he slept through the night fine." Liam hums. "Maybe he's just tired. We'll leave him be until he's ready to wake up or it's time for us to go." The boys mess around for a few hours before getting restless. "Can we start getting ready? I want to explore the city." Niall whines, munching on a bag of crisps. Louis snorts. "By exploring do you mean eating?" Niall shrugs. "It's one in the same." Louis rolls his eyes with a smile. "Is Harry still sleeping? Even I've been up for ages now." Zayn says from his spot on the couch, cuddled up to Liam's shoulder. "I'll wake him up while you lads get ready." Louis heads off in the direction of Harry's bedroom but his hand stops on the handle. He's nervous honestly. He's never been around Harry alone when he's sick and he doesn't seem like the type to want to be helped. Still. It's part of being his boyfriend to take care of him when he needs him so he opens the door anyway. Harry looks incredibly young and vulnerable all tucked up beneath the sheets. His face is stuck in a grimace even as he snoozes and Louis knows he must not be feeling well still. He climbs onto the bed and shakes Harry's shoulder lightly. Harry groans and turns away from his hand but Louis fluffs his curls to wake him further. Harry huffs and turns toward him, blinking himself awake. "Hi love." Harry doesn't answer, only rubs his eyes sleepily. He turns on his back and places a hand to his stomach with a long sigh. "We're all about to get ready and head out, want to hop up and shower with me?" Louis says with a wink. Harry sighs again and closes his eyes. "I don't feel good.." He says beneath his breath. Louis rubs his cheek with the back of his hand and frowns. "What's wrong?" Harry swallows thickly and furrows his brow. "My stomach hurts." "Do you need another Sprite?" Harry shrugs. "Didn't help the first time." He sits up and huffs, closing his eyes again. "What are you doing?" "Going to shower. We're leaving soon, yeah?" "But I thought you weren't feeling well?" "I'm not." "Then why are you going out?" "Please don't question me right now, Louis. I'm not in a good mood." Louis rolls his eyes in annoyance and stands up. "You're acting like a real ass hole right now." Harry shoots him a look before grabbing some clothes out of his suitcase and promptly slams the door in Louis' face. Louis huffs and rolls his eyes. He's not used to this. Usually Harry is in a great mood no matter the time of day so to see him so grumpy...it's weird. He knows he doesn't feel well but that's no reason to be so cold. Louis is the type to whine and complain and beg for cuddles when he's sick. Harry doesn't seem to be the same so Louis' not really sure what to do. He knows calling him an ass hole probably wasn't the best idea but Louis' never been able to hold his tongue. He hears the shower start up and begins picking out his clothes for the day. "Harry in the shower?" Liam asks from the door making Louis jump in fright. He huffs and nods. "Yeah. He is." "What's wrong mate?" "Nothing. He's just being pissy. You've been warned." Liam's face crinkles in confusion but he doesn't ask for a further explanation and Louis' really rather glad. The shower soon stops and moments later Harry steps out fully clothed with a hand on his stomach looking discomforted. Louis doesn't say anything, only brushes past him to get into the bathroom. His annoyance bubbles inside of him as he stands beneath the steam of the shower until he's too hot to take the blazing water on his skin. He steps out and into the clothes he's picked out for the day. He gets his teeth brushed and takes a deep breath before finally stepping out of the bathroom. His anger vanishes when he sees Harry seated on the bed with his head buried in his hands. He swears he hears little sniffles coming from the boy and that really breaks him. He gently sits on the bed next to him and places a hand on his back. "Hazza?" Harry jumps and sits up, eyes red rimmed. He turns quickly away from Louis to collect himself. "I just wanted to say sorry..I didn't mean to be an ass to you earlier." Harry mumbles with a sniffle. "It's okay. Are you alright? I've never seen you like this." "I'm fine. I'm just...I just need a nap or something. Can we go?" Louis stares at him but eventually nods. "Yeah..yeah lets go." Harry's quiet and doesn't really say much to the boys as they all walk to the car. Louis shoots Liam a knowing look and Liam pats Harry on the knee when they sit down in the van. "You alright mate?" He asks. Harry nods but lies his head down on his hand on the window seal telling him differently. They're nearly to the restaurant when Harry changes position and buries his head into Louis' neck. "Are you ok?" Louis hums quietly in his ear. "Mm...my stomach..." Louis tuts and brushes a tiny bit of his hair back. "Maybe you're just car sick...or hungry or something. Lets get some food in you." Harry scrunches his nose but his eyes remain tightly closed. The car stops and Louis shakes Harry lightly. The poor boy jumps up with his eyes wild, clearly not immediately recognizing his whereabouts. "It's alright, H. You just had a bit of a nap. We're at the restaurant." Harry's face crumbles and a small whimper leaves his lips as his hand presses into his stomach. "Come on love. I've got you." Louis coo's. - Harry stares down at the menu like it's just insulted him. He's pretty sure Louis is wrong about him just being hungry because as his eyes scan the menu, he feels nothing but worse. But everyone else is eating so he might as well try. He mumbles out his small order to the waitress who blushes and smiles at all of them. The other four boys begin chatting again, voices getting louder as each one tries to talk over another. Harry just sits between the chaos, blinking slowly and cringing when one of the boy's screams a bit too closely to his ear. The food comes shortly after and everyone digs in hungrily aside from Harry who picks at his like a small bird. Niall notices after his plate is cleaned that Harry still has a large amount on his plate. He scoots closer with a big smile and pats the boy on the shoulder. "Not going to eat that?" He says, eyes growing wild with hunger. Harry shakes his head, rubbing a fist to his eye with a yawn. "Not hungry babe?" Louis asks, lightly rubbing a thumb to his hip. Harry sighs and buries his face into his hands, shaking his head. Liam shoots Louis a confused look but Louis just sighs and shrugs, placing a hand on Harry's back. "Is he ok?" Zayn mouths to Louis. Louis shrugs again. "Haz?" Louis asks quietly. "Could I get by? I need some air." Harry mumbles, sitting up. Louis frowns. "Sure.." He says, letting him out of the booth. He doesn't ask to follow Harry but does it anyway. The curly headed lad sits on the bench outside of the restaurant and curls his arms over his stomach with a sigh, closing his eyes. The small amount of food he ingested sits heavily in the pit of his stomach and he feels more terrible than before. He feels a bit like throwing up now and he really just wants to go home and lie down. His brow furrows and he exhales sharply. "Harry?" He shivers. "I'm fine..I'm fine..I just...I don't think eating was a very good idea.." "Oh no..babe..I'm so sorry. That was totally my fault. Do you want to go back to the hotel?" Harry sighs. "I really want my mum." He mumbles under his breath. "What was that babe?" "Nothing. I said no, it's fine." "Ok...just let me know if it gets worse, yeah?" He asks, placing a hand over Harry's stomach. Harry uncurls and stretches out, throwing his head back and letting Louis have a bit more access to his aching tummy. Louis feels his stomach grumble and roll painfully beneath his hand and the heat radiating from Harry's skin despite his shivering. The rest of the boys meet them outside moments later and Harry pushes Louis' hand off his stomach in an attempt to look more well than he's feeling. "Ready for a bit of shopping?" Niall asks the two boys. "Um..." Louis turns to Harry who still looks to be in pain despite his best efforts. Harry stands up and begins to follow the rest of the boys. Louis scrubs a hand over his face and follows suit. He watches Harry as the group walks from store to store. The boy is beginning to look more miserable as the day goes on, sitting down whenever the opportunity presents itself. "How are you holding up?" Louis asks him as they walk out of another store. Harry huffs and shrugs with a look of discomfort plastered all over his face. He tucks his head into Louis' shoulder and Louis frowns. "It's ok love. I've got you." He hums, "Can we sit down for a bit?" He asks the group who nods. "Lets get some ice cream." Niall says, licking his lips and rubbing his hands together. Louis hears Harry groan a bit but he's glad they at least get to sit down. The smell of ice cream immediately hits Harry like a brick wall, making his stomach roll nauseatingly and uncomfortably. He swallows thickly and shakily walks to a table, burying his face into his arms. Louis sits beside him, rubbing his back comfortingly and humming. The other boys sit down with their ice creams and begin chatting again. Louis joins in a bit but his main focus is on Harry who has begun to shift around a bit. He watches as the boy sits up and his face screws up, hand going beneath his shirt to rub at his tummy. "Lou...." He mumbles, pulling lightly on Louis' arm. Louis bends down to get a better look at his face and gasps when he sees how pale and clammy the boy looks. "Are you feeling ok?" Harry swallows thickly and shakes his head. "No I..." He stops and groans, "No...no Lou, I really need to go lie down.." He mumbles shakily. Louis' eyes bulge and he nods. "Ok...ok love...can you guys let us through?" Louis asks the other three boys who are frozen staring at Harry in worry. They snap back to reality when Louis whines impatiently and scoot out from the booth. Louis pulls Harry by the hand out into the fresh air. Harry groans and bends over, pressing one hand into the bench outside and the other to his stomach. "Harry, are you ok?! What can I do?!" "My stomach...it's bad..." "Ok...ok...just sit tight, ok? I'll call the van around." Harry sits down and groans, pressing a hand to his stomach. The van pulls around quickly and Louis breathes a sigh of relief. He helps Harry up and into the van before it speeds off toward the hotel. Harry lies his head back on the seat and places a hand flat to his stomach. "Ugh...." He moans, closing his eyes tight and swallowing thickly. "Harry?" "'Mmmm I don't feel good....I really don't feel good. I want my mum...." Louis bites his lip. "I'm sorry Hazza. I'll get you to the hotel and help you feel better soon, ok?" He hums, rubbing Harry's shoulder. The van pulls up to the hotel just in time it seems as Harry gags audibly the second it stops moving. Louis curses and pulls him by the hand out of the car. Harry grips onto his knees and rocks back and forth spitting onto the ground. "Come on H. Lets get you upstairs." Harry shakes his head and gags again before a mouthful of vomit splatters on the ground. Louis bites his lip and rubs his back as the boy lets out a choked sob. "I want my mum! Please..." Harry whimpers. "I'm sorry babe. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Louis understands now Harry's bad mood from earlier. He's clearly never been sick away from his mum. It's never fun being sick anyway but being sick in a foreign place is nearly unbearable. He helps Harry step around his puddle of vomit and into the elevator. Harry groans again, immediately sliding down to his bum and burying his face into his hands. Louis helps him up the second they get to their floor and Harry stumbles toward his hotel door. He gags audibly from behind Louis as the boy curses and shoves the key into the lock unsuccessfully. "Sorry babe...sorry...sorry..this bloody fucking key!" He yelps as Harry gags again. Finally the door opens and Harry rushes inside, collapsing onto his knees in front of the toilet and throwing up again. Louis rubs his back and coos down to him as the boy sobs against the pain in his stomach. He thought throwing up might help his stomach feel better but it's only making the ache worse. To make matters worse, the vomiting is ripping his throat to shreds so every swallow feels like knives to the neck. He feels weak and shaky once his body gives him a break and Louis slowly helps him to his bed. Harry grips onto a pillow as tears roll down his burning cheeks. Louis walks back into the room with a cup of pink liquid and a Sprite and sits on the bed with a pout. "Oh my poor love..your poor tummy.." He hums, placing a hand on Harry's audibly groaning tummy. Harry places an arm over his face and groans. "Sorry love..am I hurting you?" Louis asks, immediately retracting his hand. Harry shakes his head and makes grabby hands toward Louis. "No...feels good...your hands are warm." He mumbles. Louis smiles. "You've gotten yourself quite sick, Styles." "M'sorry I'm such a mess..I just...I feel really shit and I've never been sick away from my mum before...it's really hard.." "No need to apologize love. I miss my family too..but I promise I'll take care of you really well in place of your mum." Harry groans and places a hand over his eyes. "Could you turn off the light? My head is killing me." Louis shoots from the bed over to the light switch and turns it down, plunging the room into darkness. "Thanks Lou." "Course H. I'd do anything for you." "I love you." Harry mumbles sleepily. Louis' eyes bulge. They've never OFFICIALLY said I love you before so this is a huge step. He tries to keep his composure knowing how awful Harry is feeling right now. "I...I love you too, H." He says, kissing him on top of the head. And yeah, Harry's still sick and missing his mum but having Louis around is always a good distraction.

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