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chao-thicc-hcs · 9 months

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Can you maybe do bonten Mikey,Sanzu,Koko and Rindou with a very touchy or shows love by touch S/O! Please🙏 🧚‍♀️PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE🧚‍♀️

your wish is my command✨

Having a touchy/affectionate s/o!

featuring: bonten!mikey; sanzu; kokonoi; rindou

genre: fluffy fluff

warning(s): mentions of blood and intestines

mikey↷

he's initially reluctant to your touches, and the sudden hugs you gave him shook him to the core

he's not used to such way of bonding with someone. He's unfamiliar with the whole "lovey-dovey" thing

warms up quickly. He yearns for it, he desires it, but is too afraid to admit it vocally, and he just kind of.. returns the favor

hugs you from behind and places his chin on your head

''Y/n, can you touch me like that again, please?" is the most you will ever hear

mikey loves observing the way you get excited when he reciprocates your touch and returns your hugs and kisses

he doesn't remind himself to do anything touchy until you touch his arm or hug him, mainly because he isn't used to physical touch. you always initiate everything, and it hints him to wrap his arm around your shoulder or waist

he might say it is "suffocating" but deep inside he wants more

is the small spoon so he can feel the comfort of your hugs

buys you food as a gratitude for not being afraid of being yourself around him

sometimes he'd come home and pretend to be grumpy, just so he can have an excuse to cuddle you tighter

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Mikey hated to be touched. Absolutely despised the thought of someone being near him or even simply poking him. He even remembered breaking Sanzu's finger because he dared to touch him once when he was a tad bit too excited about a person he murdered.

However, something about you flicked a switch inside of him. Every time you'd wrap your hands around his torso and say his name in a cutesy melody, every time you'd pinch his cheek, nudge his shoulder or even ruffle his already disheveled hair felt as if his stomach was churning and burning with passion.

Much to everyone's surprise, the oh invincible Mikey, head of the most feared organization - Bonten - had a soft spot for his sweet lover, letting her visit his office, bringing her to meetings and even not getting mad at her for interrupting his speech with her sudden cheek kisses. He'd glare at you, but just to appear tough in front of the others, never daring to say anything else.

But oh... Mikey on the inside is a putty. Only you knew how he submitted willingly to your feather touch that soothed his broken soul, making him toss aside all the thoughts plaguing his mind, focusing only on the warm embrace you'd give him when he's alone with you, where he can finally give in and cease pretending he's tough in front of his colleagues.

A faint smile could be seen plastered onto his face whenever you came inside his office for a visit and bring his favorite meal, or even just sit down and keep him company.

-Mikeyyyy~- your chirpy voice could be heard from the very beginning of the large hall you had to pass to reach the room.

In the middle of a meeting, Mikey cracked a small smile that he managed to conceal from his subordinates, shaking his head and sighing. You went inside the room and hopped to his desk, sitting down on his lap with force, making him oof a little.

-I brought you this! A new flavor of taiyaki the store had to offer! I want to see you try them!

-Later, Y/n. I am at a meeting.-Mikey retorted and placed his hand at the small of your back

His subordinates were watching with shock, slack-jawed as the scene unwrapped in front of them.

-Pleasee! I woke up early just to get it fresh for you out of the bakery...-you pouted, holding the taiyaki in your hands

Mikey let out a long, tired sigh and just took the treat, unwrapping it and splitting it in half, giving the other to you.

-Now, quiet, let's finish the meeting.

You nodded and shared the treat with your lover while everyone's eyes were focused on the both of you. The man took his time and resumed what he was talking on about with you on his lap. The rest of the Bonten members, however, couldn't seem to focus on his words, still visibly shook by the way their boss almost appeared vulnerable in front of them.

-If you all ever speak up about this, I will make you eat your intestines like spaghetti bolognese.-he hissed under his breath, earning a light nudge to his shoulder from you.

sanzu↷

sanzu is either super touchy or avoids you all day in the beginning, no in between

even when he tries to avoid your touch, you somehow manage to still find yourself snuggling him

he likes it, but the fucker is weird and awkward and always says shit like "you smell good" and sniff your neck or something

regardless, he doesn't really mind you clinging onto him

as time passes he'd get hella obsessive over you, wanting you by his side at all times

on the days where he doesn't feel touchy, he'd just hold your hand, nothing more

bought you a pillow of his face on days where he had to be gone for longer lmfao

he'd ask you to put lipstick on and leave stains on his cheek, neck and a little on his clothes

speaking of kisses, he'd also want you to place pecks all over his face when he comes back home

he loves it when you lay onto him and just lay on his chest <3

over time, he starts being a bit clingy too, always following you like a pet

brags about you to the others. they're sick of his constant ramblings, but they respect you for taming his horses for a short while so they put up with it

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If Sanzu had the powers to take all the stars down for you - he'd do it.

Instead, he saw them all aligned in your eyes. Looking at the picture of you smiling on his phone, hugging the cat you recently adopted, his heart ached and his legs almost gave up at immense yearning to have you in his arms. And listen as you rant about your day while you squeeze the air out of him.

The messages piled up, he knew you were sleeping, but he couldn't stay still without making sure you were notified how he is. Sitting on top of one of the dead bodies he had to dispose of, the world around him took the role of a poison ivy wrapping around his neck, raising the pressure that was building up from him not being next to you, sleeping peacefully.

....

The door closed. Empty apartment with a breath of fresh air. It was dark, quiet. Sanzu took off his attire and threw it in the laundry basket. He wanted to snuggle next to you as soon as he could, but he didn't want to be dirty.

Lukewarm drops of water fell down his torso and back, relaxing every muscle. Sighing under the sudden feeling of comfort, Sanzu cleaned off every splurt of blood he had left on his body. The shower was quick but refreshing enough, and he didn't bother to completely dry his body or hair before putting on boxers and approaching your shared bedroom.

His arm wrapped around you and caressed your sides gently, making sure you don't wake up. However, you turned around, seeming to have been awake for a while. You put an arm and leg around him, pulling him closer to you, while he let out a sigh.

-Missed you, babygirl.

-Missed you too, hun. Now I am here.. get some rest, I can see you're extremely tired.

He placed gentle and sloppy kisses on your neck and collarbone, squeezing you tight against him.

-Night...

-Night..~

izana↷

he will be so stiff in the beginning

his expression will be blank, as if he isn't affected by your touch, and he will blurt out stuff like "why are you being so clingy?"

but the moment you try and pull away he'd grab you and hug you back

"didn't say i don't like it"

he'd let you cling onto him, but most of the time he will not reciprocate it, especially in public

calls you annoying but with a hint of affection in his tone

pats your head a lot

when he comes from work, he'd always lean into your face, expecting you to kiss his cheek

over time he will get used to it, and will start returning touches every time

always has you either on his lap or laying on top of him

his smile doesn't leave his face when you're near him, and he'd often daydream about you when you talk about stuff while hugging him or just by touching him lightly

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You were rummaging through your wardrobe in distress, searching for a certain outfit that you were planning to combine for days. Izana was sitting on the bed with his arms crossed, watching you with a smirk and letting out light chuckles here and there.

-'Zana, help me out here!-you whined out, which only got out another chuckle from your boyfriend

-I told you to fold your clothes properly yesterday. You insisted on lazing with me and here you are, suffering the consequences.

You glared at his shit-eating grin but kept on going. Your eyes lit up when you finally found the clothes you were planning on wearing today. Swiftly, you put on the outfit and spun around.

-Whaddya think?

Izana just kept on staring, smiling as if he saw you for the first time ever. His eyes analyzed your entire figure as you spun around and posed for him. To him, you were like a fresh oil painting - a beautiful creature depersonalizing even the shiniest of background by just mere existence - that he'd never want to look away from. His eyes analyzed your figure, his limbs felt weak. Before he realized it, he was daydreaming, and you found your way plopping onto his lap.

-Zanaaa, are you listening?-you tilted your head to the side, placing your arms on his shoulders

His arms quickly wrapped around your figure, and he laid down his torso on the bed, holding you tight and running his hand up and down your spine.

-You look mesmerizing, my dear. You took my breath away.

His gaze confirmed it all. Izana was lovestruck and he never hid that fact, contrary, he expressed it with pride, making sure you soak up the emotions of sheer adulation intertwined between his words and touches.

-But I prefer what's under it...

You chuckled and kissed his nose, nuzzling it after. -Later, baby, after our date.

koko(nut)↷

loves, loves, LOVES it

he always calls you to sit on his lap during work, because he spends half his time typing on a laptop

he'd take occasional breaks to wrap both his arms around you and squeeze you tightly

nuzzles in your chest all the time

begs for your clinginess in a more subtle manner, like nudging you with his head, poking your side so you feel a ticklish sensation, press his lips against your shoulder and all that

buys you one of those socks with bunny ear magnets that connect when you're near each other so he has an excuse to cling onto you too

challenges you on who will be more affectionate with the other one (you always win)

gets so attached to you that he even sits on the toilet while you shower, spilling tea with you

likes to wrap you like a burrito in a blanket and then hug you

on days when he's feeling lazy, he'd let you lay onto him while letting out all the affection you have for him

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The morning sunlight crept through the curtains of the room, illuminating your soft features as you were soundly asleep. Kokonoi, on the other hand, had already woken up and was admiring the way your face was squished under your palm, his smile not leaving his face.

His hands were caressing your sides, body barely covered from the thin sheets loosely wrapped around your thighs. He pulled your body closer to his by your hips, earning a groan from you as you absentmindedly wrapped your hands around him.

He had to get up, but he didn't want to. Kokonoi wanted to cherish the last remaining minutes he had with you before getting ready for work. His body felt heavy, and he barely even lifted his head up before his torso following.

As he was about to get up from the bed, he felt two hands wrap around his waist. He whipped his head back, just to see you holding him, murmuring something under your sleepy breath.

-Stay...-you whined out, tightening the grip on his waist

Kokonoi giggled, caressing your head and playing with a strand that was right in front of your face. This sight made him want to melt into the mattress and never get up from it with you next to him. He placed a smooch on your cheek, holding his lips on your soft skin for a bit longer.

-Can't, I got work to do, or Mikey will kill me, you know?

-Hmph..-you hummed like a child and turned around, covering your head with the sheet

You felt two hands suddenly pull you closer by your hips, earning another hum from you. Your head turned around to get a glimpse of your lover looking at you with sultry eyes.

-Maybe I can stay for a bit longer, just so my princess gets her ample amount of morning kisses.

You smiled and turned around to face him, cupping his face and commencing a kissy battle with him.

rindou↷

sulky babyboy and i mean it

doesn't like pda, and would often tell you to hold your horses at least when he's outside or with other bonten members

if you insist on being all clingy with him, he still wouldn't push you away, ever. he loathes seeing you upset from not hugging him

rindou yearns for your touch, especially after he's home from a long, tiring day. your arms around him relaxes him in an instant

he'd just sit there, arms crossed while letting you squish his cheeks, kiss his entire face and throw yourself onto him

has tons of videos on his phone of you biting his arms, blurry pictures and videos of you approaching him with your hands open and etc.

enjoys banters, a lot. he'd deffo try and restrain you with his hands while you fight for your life to let yourself go, saying you're being "too clingy and need to be restrained" (Affectionately)

sometimes he'd pretend to wipe off the kisses you give him and will giggle at your offended gasps

he always falls asleep between your thighs first, then proceeds to lazily crawl next to you and hug you

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Your lover couldn't cease the loud laughter coming from his mouth when he managed to annoy you for the third time this afternoon.

You were sulking, arms and legs crossed as you sat on the couch, staring into the TV screen like a toddler who got refused an ice popsicle.

Rindou took his time to calm his laughter down and ease his stomach. The view of you like this made him melt, he found you more than just adorable. You however, had a hard time sharing such feelings.

You wanted to cuddle him, and practically latched onto him like a leech, but he had other plans for today. He annoyed the shit out of you with sly remarks and even trying to jokingly push you away, which didn't earn a pleasant reaction from you.

After some time, he approached the couch and placed his head onto your lap, still grinning like an idiot while looking up at you.

-Aw c'mon, don't be sulky, Y/n. I was joking. -he said in between his giggles

You let out a "humph" and turned your head around, trying to scoot away a little so his head plops onto the couch. Rin sat properly on the couch and placed you to sit in between his legs, kissing your neck.

-...your jokes aren't funny, Rin. Apologize to me now, or I won't hug you today.

He rolled his eyes at this, but he couldn't deny that he'd rather sink in a pile of horse shit than deprive himself from your hugs because of his stubbornness.

-I'm sorry, baby. You know I love you and your hugs, right? -he spoke softly, nuzzling his head in your neck

-I know you do, so who am I to deprive you from them? -you chuckled, caressing his cheek

©chao-thicc-hcs; reblogs are deeply appreciated

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justwritedreams · 2 years

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If I were you | Jaemin

Jaemin x reader, enemies to lovers!au, high school!au

Word count:9816 (less than I had said in the preview.) Genre: fluff, crack, slow burn. Author: maari Warnings: me trying to be funny, Jaemin being funny and reader being moody, language, awkward situations, second hand embarrassment. Note: I think it would be good to warn that while the two are switched they will be mentioned by the "soul" and not the body they are in. So Jaemin still be Jaemin while he's in reader's body and vice versa. Summary: You and Jaemin have hated each other since forever. You hate him for always being the carefree, funny guy even at the most unnecessary times. He hates you for being so straight and serious that you don't do anything fun in life. The only common wish between you is that you could understand what it's like to live like this. And maybe you should be careful what you wish for.

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That was the worst day for Y/N to rest which she hadn't done during the week. It wasn't common for her to stay in bed until 9 am, but she thought it best to make that exception mainly because she needed to be 100% for exams next week, but apparently it wouldn't be easy. And all because of the neighbor, Na Jaemin and his noisy friends. She didn't hate his friends, to be honest she had a good relationship with them, she even helped Chenle study sociology since he was terrible at it. But the same couldn’t be said about the neighbor, in fact it was quite the opposite. Y/N and Jaemin hated each other. Since always. Neighbors since birth, the mothers were even best friends. While Y/N still held a grudge that Jaemin made her fall off her bike when she was still learning, earning her a scar on her knee that would never make her forget that if he hadn't walked in front of her with the Na family's dog she wouldn't have turned the handlebars hard and lost balance. Jaemin thought she was too serious, she never went out to play with him when they were little and whenever the family went to his house for dinner, she always had a pout. Boring, as he always called her. As they grew up, the hatred grew. Y/N was the perfect class, always with good grades and disciplined. She has never been involved in controversy within the school. Jaemin, although he was liked by the teachers because of his cheerful personality, took some scolding for talking in the classroom or for simply cheating on tests without even disguising it. The only thing they had in common was volunteer work, and it was probably the only time they spent close to each other, other than dinners between their families.

Knowing she wouldn't do any good to put the pillow over her face to drown out the laughter and screams from the house next door, Y/N got up to brush her teeth and have breakfast, followed by her dog Neo. After that, she took the opportunity to go for a walk with Neo, as she knew he wouldn't settle down until she did and because the day was sunny, asking for a good walk. She took Neo for a walk around the neighborhood and when she could feel her body complaining, she walked back to the house. Y/N was walking on the sidewalk of the Na family's house when she saw Jaemin's friends running and laughing while he played with the hose on, he made a funny face and changed the hose direction, causing the water to go straight into the Y/N's face hard, she staggered and the dog started barking as it got caught in the water too. She didn't even have time to blink, feeling her eyes sting when the water came towards her, she even swallowed some water and felt her body burn with hate. “Na Jaemin!” screamed, birds flew away as her voice echoed through the neighborhood, she grabbed Neo in her lap and stepped onto the grass of the property, going to the boy who continued to wet himself and his friends. And his neighbor, who was frothing with rage. “Hey, don't step on the grass. There's a sign up front, are you blind?” he asked, lowering the hose and the friends stopped where they were seeing the scene. Not that it was abnormal, but Y/N was visibly angry and it wasn't like they were going to intrude. "You’re the blind here, look what you've done, you idiot." she lifted the dog to show its state and pointed at herself. Y/N was soaked from head to toe, her plain white T-shirt was see through and her hair was all over her face. She looked like Samara from The Ring, Jaemin thought. "It wasn’t on purpose." he complained and she huffed. It was always the same answer. It was never on purpose. "You gave Neo and me a cold shower." Jaemin frowned. “Who’s Neo?” he moved his hands and the hose, still on, poured water into the Y/N again. She grunted in anger and was the cue for Jaemin's friends to come closer, as she could jump on his neck. And that had happened before. “Okay, enough playing with the water.” Renjun spoke, taking the hose from Jaemin's hand. Jeno approached and wanted to laugh but was afraid of getting slapped by Y/N, Mark went to her side along with Haechan. "I should make you give my dog a real bath." she replied, feeling Mark's hand caress her shoulder, asking her to calm down. “Who names a dog by Neo?” Jaemin asked Jeno which he shrugged, biting his tongue to keep from laughing. Not because of the question, but because the scene was really funny. “Who likes Matrix, bastard!” “Alright, Y/N, calm down. Jaemin didn’t do it on purpose.” Haechan spoke up, seeing the vein in her neck pop as she glared at his friend. "If you want, I'll bathe Neo." Y/N took a deep breath and looked at Jaemin's friend, he had an apologetic expression and that made her give in. She liked Jaemin's friends, everyone, even little Jisung who now looked scared. And she wasn't even the quarrelsome type, not on the street, but the neighbor got on her nerves that sometimes she couldn't even control herself. “No, Haechan, you don't have to. I appreciate it anyway.” she smiled slightly at him and turned back to face Jaemin who was smiling. That same stupid little smile of amusement that he carried every day and that irritated her to the core. "If I were you, I would sleep with my eyes open." she motioned with her fingers and strode out of there, listening to his laughter and Jeno asking “Do you want to die?”. If he kept teasing her, it was sure to happen. [...] A week had passed since the incident. Jaemin was worried because Y/N still hadn't gotten revenge and that was weird because the fun of this whole hate relationship between them was that. She always had a comeback. Like when Jaemin accidentally told Lucas that Y/N had a crush on him, he wanted to help the neighbor to be less annoying so he thought it would help after hearing her talk to her friends. It didn't work out, of course, so Y/N spread the word to the entire school that Jaemin had wet his bed until he was 14 years old. Or when she gave Jaemin strawberry yogurt without him noticing while trying to hit on her best friend at lunch, she'd never seen him run so fast to the bathroom. Jaemin retaliated by sending an email posing as Y/N's favorite singer with a link to a picture of a horror movie monster, as she was afraid, he heard her scream inside his own house. He even thought that she would be the mature one of the two and would forget, until he remembered that this Friday his family and Y/N's family would go out to dinner as usual. And he'd already prepared his repertoire of pranks in case she somehow tried to fight back for the bath he'd accidentally given her. Chenle and Renjun had warned him to be careful, teasing Y/N until she reached the limit was stupid. But he completely ignored it, even though the times he felt Y/N looking at him might have left him with some trepidation, he didn't really care. Cold water was good to cool her hot head. But on one thing they had to agree, dinner between the two families was a complete bore for both of them. Although Jaemin's parents were nice, Y/N having to stare at their son all night while she ate was just too much. And Jaemin even liked Y/N's parents, they were better than their daughter, but just losing Friday there, sitting in front of her, took the joy out of even him. The parents chatted excitedly while the two stared at each other with boredom and hatred. Jaemin took the opportunity to stretch his legs while going to the bathroom, dessert hadn't arrived yet so he could breathe a little and stop staring at Y/N's sulky face. She thanked as he left the table, her mood shifting like it was an automatic key and everything was going well. Well too much. Practically perfect. However, when Jaemin was returning, a girl passed by his side smiling shyly and the boy smiled widely as he turned his neck to face her, he didn’t see the waiter who passed in front of him and ended up bumping into the same one and without being able to balance the glasses on the tray, dropped them on top of Y/N. She felt the icy liquid splash onto her dress and just lifted her hands up as her mouth opened without a sound, her white dress smearing the instant the wine spilled over her. The entire restaurant stopped and stared at her. “Oops.” Jaemin spoke quietly seeing the damage he had done. Now he was dead. Y/N would kill him without any mercy. She would have done it, mainly because she heard him talking and turned around to prove that it was his fault, but she couldn't as her parents and Jaemin's plus the waiter approached her asking numerous questions, the poor waiter was so apologetic that he was already kneeling beside the girl. "I am fine!" she spoke a little louder and stood up, the liquid dripping down her legs and she was feeling squishy and too sweet. "I'll clean in the bathroom." she warned and left, passing by Jaemin and shooting him with her eyes. He chuckled sheepishly at what they watched and saw his mother nod for him to follow the girl, he took a deep breath and his shoulders sagged as he made his way to hell. He went after Y/N but stopped when she closed the bathroom door in his face. It wasn't like he was going to go into the ladies room either! Jaemin waited, leaning against the wall and with his arms crossed and almost lost his balance when Y/N rushed out like a bulk. He was still polite so he did what his conscience told him to do, held her by the arm preventing her from continuing, wanted to laugh at her angry face. The childish beak was even funny. "Don't touch me." she warned, slamming her hand against Jaemin's chest, forcing him to let go. He did, taking a deep breath. At least she was still there to listen to him. "Hey, calm down, I came to help." Y/N laughed in disbelief. "Don't you think you've helped enough?" she pointed to her own stained clothes, she smelled of wine and it was bothering her nose. Too sweet. Jaemin even liked the new look, the white dress was so dull. It needed something more colorful. "Sorry, it wasn't-" "On purpose, I know, Na Jaemin. It's what you've been saying for the last 10 years!" "It sounds like you've been counting the times I've said that." he shrugged, seeing her roll her eyes. "Believe me, I've already lost count." she admitted, watching him twist his lips and keep them in a thin line. "What do you want me to say, honestly." "I don't want anything from you!" she spoke louder, that conversation was taking too long. "Well, actually, I do want you to start realizing that you're unbearable." Jaemin wasn't the type who liked to fight but it wasn't like he was going to silently listen to her insults. "It will be the same day you realize you're boring and sullen." he retorted in the same tone. They held pure hatred in their eyes, Jaemin felt his body fever while Y/N shook with rage. "I hate you!" They spoke together in sync and were startled when the light went on and off a few times. "No, I hate you." they looked at each other suspiciously. "Stop repeating what I say." spoke together once more. "Jaemin!" "Y/N!" They were silent, not understanding what had happened. They had never been on the same sync, not even in volunteer work. "If I were you, I'd wipe that insolent little smile off your face." she spoke and he widened his smile even more. "Oh and if I were you, I'd try to be less serious, Miss Adult." Y/N laughed. "You wouldn't last two days on my skin, you idiot." "And you wouldn't last five minutes on mine." That sounded like a challenge, if they could live in each other's skin, they would do so many different things, but it wasn't like it was possible. That's what they thought. [...] Y/N woke up to the sound of the alarm clock and opened her eyes a little to turn it off, she hadn't remembered to put it on on Saturday. But she headed for the bathroom without checking the time, she would brush her teeth and take Neo for a walk as usual. She slammed her body into the wall and chased the door, still cursing in her head, the alarm clock always knocking her out of her mind in the morning. She stretched as she walked into the bathroom and turned on the light, squinting at the light and opening them wide, staring at her own reflection. But that wasn’t her reflection. Not because her hair was messy from moving through the night. But that wasn't her face, it was Jaemin's! Y/N rubbed her eyes once, twice, three times to make sure she was really awake but Jaemin's scared face was still reflected in the mirror. She looked at her own body and realized it wasn't her body either, looked at the bathroom and didn't recognize it. It was very different from hers. She took her hand to pinch her arm, to conclude that this wasn't a dream, the pain she felt was real. "What the…" The husky, masculine voice wasn't hers either. "...Fuck is that." next door, Jaemin wondered the same thing. He thought it was strange to have been woken up by Y/N's dog licking his arm thrown out of bed, he had never dreamed about the animal but he imagined that due to recent events, maybe the subconscious had this Neo hidden deep inside. But when he felt a hair longer than usual and saw that this room wasn't his, he ran to the bathroom in search of an answer. To come across the figure of Y/N in the mirror, staring with wide eyes. The body wasn't his, that high, feminine voice wasn't his. It could be a dream, it must be a dream. So he patted his face, wanting to wake up, but nothing changed. He was still there in a pair of pajamas he hadn't picked out the night before. The night before… Had it been that little incident? Jaemin jumped with fright when he heard the doorbell and ran out feeling embarrassed to be in a house that wasn't his, at least he didn't bump into Y / N's parents and opened the door strangely looking at the small hands. But he was even more surprised when his own body was standing there. "Give me back my body!" Y/N spoke and entered the house without asking permission, in a hurry. Jaemin hadn't realized that his figure was so intimidating compared to Y/N's. But she was the one who had dominion over his body so everything got even scarier. "Give mine back!" he complained, bringing his hands up as if in surrender. "What did you do?" she asked, accusingly. "Why would I do anything?" he returned the question and Y/N snorted. He hadn't realized until then how irritating his face was doing this. "Because it's just like you to do that kind of thing to provoke me." Jaemin looked at her offended. "Do I look like a wizard by any chance?" he raised his arms seeing her take a deep breath, ready to respond as he continued. "All I remember is going to sleep last night in the pajamas you're wearing now. And waking up like this." The mere mention made Y/N take a step back. Last night. "Do you think it has anything to do with yesterday? When the restaurant lights got kind of fuzzy." And when we were in perfect and weird sync, she thought. Jaemin shrugged, he had no idea what had happened. Of what was happening. “I want my body back!” she complained. “And I want mine too or do you think I want to be stuck in your bullshit for the rest of my life?” "My bullshit?" she raised her voice and took a step forward. They looked at each other for a while, heads were spinning and it was all very confusing. They looked at themselves with eyes other than their own. "My God, this is so…" she started and gestured with her hands. "Bizarre." He concluded, seeing her agree. They went to the couch and sat next to each other, completely embarrassed and feeling weird. They were so stunned that they didn't even notice Neo's presence in the room. "Oh, what the hell." Jaemin complained as he felt something wet on his foot and looked down to see the dog sit in front of him. "You must be kidding." Y/N complained as she saw her own dog ignore her presence. Well, it wasn't the dog’s fault. He was close to the owner's body. "We have to find a way to undo this." She spoke, pointing at the two of them and Jaemin nodded frantically. He liked dogs and Y/N's was cute but he didn't want to stay in her body forever. And she thought the same thing. "Who left… Ah, hi daughter." They heard Y/N's mother enter and turned to face her, she was smiling and stopped when she saw Jaemin sitting next to Y/N. This was unusual. "How are you, Jaemin?" "Good." He replied seeing the older one frown. "Daughter, I spoke to Jaemin." "What?" he looked at Y/N who raised her eyebrows. "Oh yes, I I'm fine, ma'am. Thank you." Y/N replied gesturing with her hands and the mother nodded, out of sight of the two. "Seriously, did I just tell my mother ma'am?" she asked quietly and Jaemin rubbed his face, surprising the fact that the hands are small. He would never get used to it. "We really have to fix this!" After having to deal with Y/N's father pretending to be her, Jaemin and Y/N stood outside the house and talked about this body swap, they couldn't name it any other way. The two agreed that the night before had something to do with it, they didn't know if it was because of the light spike, the wine or the restaurant. But they agreed to go back there to try to make the switch, they needed to undo that. "Oh my God, school!" Y/N spoke desperately, running a hand through the hair. It was so strange to feel the wind on the back of her neck thanks to the low cut of Jaemin's hair. He complained when he heard that. Things seemed to get worse each time they enumerated. "What the hell, how are we going to do it? We can't show up like that, people will notice." Y/N agreed, mainly because Jaemin was a great gym student and she was afraid when the ball got close. Then she thought about the possibility of simply missing it, for the first time in her life, but they didn't know how long they would stay like that. What if it lasted all year? She would fail her final year of school! "I don't think we have a choice, until we get this sorted out, we have to act like this isn't happening." "What if we tell someone?" Jaemin watched as she eyed him suspiciously. "We can seek help!" "You’re crazy?" She asked aloud and looked around as if checking to see if anyone had heard. "Who's going to believe that, Jaemin? At least they'll say we're drunk." "But you don't drink." he replied and she was quiet for a moment. That was true, but she didn't know he knew it. "Your mother is a psychologist." he remembered and Y/N looked at him completely desperate. "No, please don't tell my mom. You don't know her, she's going to come up with a rant that this is just psychological, that this isn't physically happening because we hate each other and we have a kind of bond." Y/N shook her head. "Don't talk to my mom about this." she asked in such a gentle tone that Jaemin was surprised. "Alright." he agreed until he remembered a certain group that would love this kind of news. "My friends. My God, Haechan will notice right away!" Oh crap, they could handle each other's parents but not Haechan. He was too smart to notice that anything was off. "Jaemin, we have no other way, we're going to have to fake it really well. We'd better spend the weekend getting to know each other better." "Maybe by Monday we'll be back in our bodies." He saw that Y/N was frowning and looking down. "What's it?" "I'm feeling a little uncomfortable." She gestured at her hip and pressed her legs together. "I think you want to go to the bathroom." Jaemin explained and watched her open and close her mouth, without a sound coming out. "I won't touch your…your…" she pointed down, unable to put it into words. Jaemin laughed nervously, the scene would be funny if it weren't for the circumstances. "You'll end up doing it in your pants." Y/N got up from the floor after sighing and pulled Jaemin by the wrist. "You help me." she decreed and they entered Y/N's house, quickly going up to her room before her parents saw it. They went to the bathroom and Y/N closed the door just in case, her mother had a habit of entering without knocking and could jump to conclusions. "Okay, you do it." she said, looking at him seriously. "Do you want me to touch it with your hands and see it with your eyes?" he questioned, he really wanted to laugh. "I'm confident with my body but you're fussy." "I'm not going to look at your mini Jaemin." she complained and squeezed her legs again, the urge was starting to get uncontrollable. "He's not that mini, you'll see." he smiled proudly and Y/N looked at him with a less than encouraging face. "I didn't know that smile of mine was so unbearable." Jaemin shrugged as if he said I told you. He saw her take a deep breath and open the bathroom cabinet, pull out a pair of disposable gloves and put them on. "What are you doing?" he laughed this time. "I'm going to pee but I'm not going to put my hands on your thing." He raised his eyebrows and she rolled her eyes. "Okay, your hands. Come on, tell me how it is." Jaemin looked interested but directed Y/N as he was supposed to, chuckling at the disgusted face she made but then some relief. He thought it was funny that she closed one eye, as if she didn't want to see the scene. It didn't take that long but for Y/N it was torture, the first time she had contact with that part of the male body and it wasn't the way she dreamed. Great. She took off her gloves when she was done and threw them in the trash, washing her hands afterwards. Actually rubbing like if she had contact with a contagious disease. "Why do you have gloves in your bathroom?" he asked, curious. "To dye my hair and not stain what I touch." explained as she dried the hands. "We have a little problem, Jaemin." "Another?" "How are we going to shower like this?" Jaemin leaned his head back, running his hands over his face. He hadn't even given them 24 hours and they were already exhausted from that exchange. "Together?" He suggested. "Are you going to have to see me naked?!" her eyes widened, her voice getting thinner. "Usually you shower like that." he replied sarcastically. Y/N took a deep breath, feeling her head hurt even more. And she thought that peeing on Jaemin's body would be the only challenge. [...]

Jaemin was wrong. Monday they still had their bodies switched, further worsening the mood of the two when waking up to go to school. On Sunday, surprisingly for their parents, they spent the day together talking and discovering certain things that their routine hatred didn’t allow. As agreed, they showered together but with bathing suits and not naked as Jaemin believed, and deep down he even wanted to. The intimacy between them wasn't strong enough for that. They exchanged numbers to talk, they wouldn't be able to change phones or else they would draw attention more than they should. But it was strange and confusing to sleep in another house with different parents, even if they were neighbors. Two days felt like two years. They didn't know how long they would stay like that but they hoped it would be for just a few days, Y/N secretly prayed at night that it would end soon and promised not to be so annoying to Jaemin anymore if she returned to her body.

They exchanged messages early in the morning, Y/N went out with Jaemin's father who was surprised that his son got up so early to go to school. Jaemin, on the other hand, even putting the alarm on, was woken up by Y/N's mother exactly as his mother did every day, only in a more affectionate way and not yelling in his ear if you don't get up, you're going to be stupid. But he remembered that he was in the girl's body so everyone would treat him politely. Y/N waited in the courtyard and some people looked strange, of course it wasn't every day that Na Jaemin arrived practically opening the school gates. She was getting apprehensive as she stamped her foot and felt her heart go into her mouth when Jaemin's friends arrived, heading towards her, looked around looking for him but nothing. Unlike what they had agreed, she would have to deal with them alone. As they walked over to her, she texted her number asking where he was and blocked the phone when the guys were closer. Haechan was the first to appear in front of her and walked over excitedly ready to do the super unique handshake, which Y/N hadn't been able to memorize yet so just held up her hand for him to touch. “Are you in a bad mood today?” he asked, after patting his hand without animation. "Yeah, it’s monday." Y/N replied quietly, crossing her arms so they wouldn't notice her hands were shaking. "Did something happen?" Jeno asked worriedly. “Did you get scolded by your mother again?” Chenle guessed and Y/N raised her head. "Yeah! I'm always late and you know it annoys her.” Y/N rolled her eyes like she knew Jaemin probably would. The friends laughed. “If you went to sleep instead of playing games on the computer, you would be able to wake up on time.” Renjun smirked and Y/N made a noise with her mouth. Of course, Jaemin was that kind of boy. She wasn't even surprised. “Is that why you arrived early?” Haechan questioned and looked at her suspiciously, Y/N had to control the scared face. Had he already noticed? "That's it" she replied too quickly, seeing Haechan raise his eyebrow. The bell rang and she was grateful that she was saved at the right time. “Come on, my first class is math.” Chenle complained and they started walking into the building. However, when they saw Y/N's body running awkwardly and late, they stopped where they were, Jaemin stared at Y/N out of the corner of his eye, but he didn't stop to talk to her or they would raise more suspicions. She's never been late in her entire life and on the first day of school they're body-swapped, Jaemin manages to do what she's never done before. "Okay, that was weird." Mark spoke, looking at his friends. “Have you guys seen Y/N be late before?” The real Y/N, trapped in Jaemin's body, swallowed hard. "See Jaemin, you're not the only one changing routines today." Haechan rested his arm on her shoulder and smiled widely. He even looked like he knew something. Y/N grimaced but remained silent, afraid to say something even more suspicious, and went to the living room. The end of the day would come and they wouldn't be able to fool anyone.

Jaemin was having the worst day of his life and it wasn't lunch time yet. It was the first time he didn't hear a scolding for waking up late, even because Y/ N's mother was too kind to fight with "her own daughter", but on the other hand the school was already doing the job of leaving him with headache. Y/N was a great student, no, she was top of the class. Always attentive, she always got the best grades and everyone admired her for knowing the answers to the teachers' questions. But it wouldn't be like that while Jaemin was trapped in her body. He didn't want to raise rumors but as soon as the teacher asked him something about Sociology, figuring that Y/N would answer in the most intelligent and normal way possible, he just shrugged and let the teacher ask someone else. He hated Sociology. He ignored the conversations of colleagues, which wasn’t at all discreet. Y/N could have a day when she didn't feel up to answering everything the teachers said, right? However, his bad mood improved a little at the end of classes when he realized that the next one would be Physical Education. He even thought the teacher's face was funny when he raised his hand to join the soccer class, apparently Y/N wasn't very athletic. It was the only time of day that he felt a little less himself, even though he was trapped in Y/N's body and didn't know what to do, the class had at least helped him distract himself a little. As soon as class was over, Jaemin went to the locker room to change his clothes, as agreed with Y/N they would only shower once they were home, even though he had assured her that he took quick showers and that he wouldn't see anything. He almost went into the wrong locker room, until he bumped into some boys who looked at him in a strange way, it was then that he remembered that he was trapped in Y/N's body. Making him walk to the women's locker room unwillingly. "I don't believe!" Jaemin heard the female voices but completely ignored them as he changed his clothes. “I know, Mina told me. They said that Jaemin is so down today that he barely trained in physical education class.” Oops, wait a minute. That was in his interest. Jaemin kept his back turned, but now he was paying attention to the other people's conversation. "Looks like he's focused on school, I don't even know if he's going to Hansol's party this week." What? Jaemin focused on school since when? "Then half the girls will miss the opportunity to keep him company." He smiled proudly. He wasn't cocky, but he knew he was a bit of a hit with the girls at school. But wait, the focus wasn't that but what Y/N was doing with his body around at school. So as soon as he finished changing, he left quickly to meet Y/N but he didn't have to go far, he was pulled hard into the empty laboratory by the one he was looking for the most. “What subtlety, huh.” he replied as he straightened the position, he had almost fallen on his face as Y/N pulled him by the arm. “What is this story that you refused to answer questions in my classes?” she asked, placing her hands on her hips. "I didn't refuse." he explained calmly, seeing her raise the eyebrow. His eyebrow. "I just didn't know the answers so I kindly shut up." “Is that your concept of being discreet? You ruining my reputation on day one, isn't enough you being late? “Look who's talking, you didn't even train in my physical education class, I already know. How did you manage to trick Jeno, by the way?” he asked, he and his friend were inseparable in class. "I said I hurt my knee yesterday and I couldn’t." Jaemin was silent. That was actually a great excuse. "This isn't going to work Y/N, we're going to have to go back to that restaurant today and make the switch." he warned and saw that she agreed. “Great, because I can’t stand to pee like this anymore!” [...] After school hours, the two decided to head straight to the restaurant before heading home. The path was a little tense, none of them knew what to really say about that mess that until then had no specific reason. But when they arrived at the scene, they decided to repeat the same thing on the night of the disaster. Well, except for the part where Jaemin hits the wine on Y/N's dress. He thought it best to eat, not least because they had skipped lunch at school, and as soon as they were done, they headed towards the restrooms. To not confuse the cosmos, as he had said. “Okay, now what?” Y/N asked. They were standing in the hallway, not knowing what to do. “I think we curse each other in sync and everything goes back to normal?” he suggested. The two were in an awkward silence for a while, not remembering how they had done it and if they could do it again. “Okay, I hate you!” she spoke and found it strange that for the first time those words seemed forced. "That's good because it's mutual." he replied and grimaced. That was as fake as his grades. "Weren't we closer that night?" "We were?" she asked but couldn't remember. "I think I was holding your arm." Jaemin approached while talking being watched closely by Y/N. "But then I have to hold my arm, I mean yours since I'm in your body?" she asked and he looked around confused. “Yeah, I think so.” he nodded and Y/N came over to hold Jaemin's arm, or hers for that matter, in a way so soft he didn't even feel it. “Squeeze tight, Y/N, your body is small but I can take it.” She nodded and put on a little more strength, oddly enough she didn't want to hurt him. Hurt him and not her. "And now?" “We were staring at each other while swearing at each other, right?” as much as she tried to strain her mind, she couldn't remember the details. Y/N nodded, not quite sure and the two looked at each other firmly and intensely. A shiver passed through both bodies, leaving them both completely confused. Although they were theoretically looking at themselves, they didn't stop feeling the same weird feeling in their stomach, even though it was their own eyes. Y/N seemed to see right through them, as if they somehow managed to find Jaemin there. As for him, he could see Y/N's fragility and innocence in his own tall figure. It was almost as if they actually found their souls attached to their bodies. Bizarre but that didn't make them look away. "Oh sorry." the two walked away when they heard a voice at the back of the corridor, faced the lady who was smiling slightly leaning against the door. "I didn't mean to get in the way." Y/N and Jaemin looked at each other quickly, embarrassed and kept far enough away. “We’re the ones who apologize.” Jaemin spoke and lowered his head. Y/N noticed the lady and saw that she was wearing the restaurant uniform. “Don't worry, this is more common in my restaurant than you might think.” the lady started to walk away and Y/N patted Jaemin's arm lightly, pointing at her. If she owned the restaurant, then she'd know what to do, right? “Oh, excuse me, are you the owner?” Jaemin asked, causing the lady to stop where she was and nod her head. Y/N and Jaemin exchanged one more look before stepping forward. "Well, then maybe you can help us." Y/N spoke hopefully. “We came here on Friday and something strange happened.” "We fought." Jaemin continued, glancing at Y/N. “And the restaurant got a little weird, when we got home and woke up the next day we switched bodies.” Y/N looked at him shocked, didn't think he was going to say so directly what was going on between them. “Oh, I already understand everything.” the lady replied and the two looked at her expectantly. "You two feel something so strong for each other that you don't know what that feeling is yet, you need to put yourself in each other's shoes in order to understand." Y/N looked at her confused, not sure if she had even heard that and Jaemin was frowning. “Actually…” Y/N started. “You didn't understand.” Jaemin laughed in desperation. “We literally switched bodies.” Jaemin pointed at him and Y/N nonstop. "She is me. And I am her. You see?" Unlike what the two imagined, the lady just smiled. "Like I said, you need to put yourself in each other's shoes to understand." she explained and left them both with their mouths open waiting for more. Y/N and Jaemin just watched the woman walk away, completely confused. The two looked at each other and mirrored the same reaction, shrugging their shoulders. “I think it was a waste of time for us to come here.” Jaemin spoke and saw Y/N agree. "Let's go before I go crazy." she replied and made her way back. Jaemin was so busy thinking about how he would solve it, and he even had an idea in mind that he wouldn't tell Y/N, that he only noticed that there was something strange when Y/N turned around and cursed. "Shit!” "What's it?" he asked and saw her scratch the back of her head. “What are your friends doing here?” she whispered as if they could hear and Jaemin looked around the restaurant until he found it. He tried to control the expression of despair. He would like to ask the same question. Jisung was the first to see the two and waved with a wide smile on his face, catching the attention of the others, who turned to face Jaemin and Y/N. “Smile, pretend everything is okay.” Jaemin spoke quietly as the two approached the table, a fake smile on his face. "It's just not alright." Y/N grinned back, forced. "We're screwed." "What are you doing here?" Chenle asked as they got closer. “We…” Jaemin started. “We came to talk. Peacefully.” Y/N concluded, seeing that he didn't know what to say. "That's it, to put an end to this ridiculous fight for good." Jaemin added, nodding his head nonstop and received mixed reactions from his friends. Mark and Renjun were surprised, Chenle and Jisung wanted to laugh not knowing if they believed it, Jeno seemed relieved to believe it and Haechan had his eyebrow raised, almost as if he knew it was a lie. Maybe because he was the only one who saw that Jaemin, or in this case Y/N, was sweating. “And you did?” he asked, both of them staring at him in surprise. "You can say that." Y/N looked accomplice at Jaemin who shrugged. "Then why don't you sit with us?" Mark suggested and they both gulped. Jaemin looked at Y/N for help, desperate, and she took the opportunity to put her hands on his shoulder. "Actually, Y/N said there's a lot to study, right?" Y/N asked Jaemin and grimaced for him to agree. “Yes, I have to go on with my role of antisocial nerd.” Jaemin joked, drawing a few chuckles from the table and an eye blast from Y/N herself. "See you later guys." he said goodbye to his friends, feeling a strange sensation and looked at Y/N. Jaemin was about to wish her luck, because she was going to need it, but he decided to just smirk. She would have a long afternoon. He moved away and Y/N's arms dropped to her sides as she watched her own body slip away, something she wanted to do but wasn't in Jaemin's shoes. She just wanted to go back to being herself. Y/N sighed and looked back at the table, realizing that all eyes were analyzing her. She took back what she'd said, she was screwed.

[...]

Y/N was fighting the urge to let out a scream of desperation. During the time she spent with the boys at the restaurant, she was quiet. She remembered the few times she'd seen Jaemin and his friends together, but he'd always been the most reserved of them all. And he himself had said he wasn't one to talk so much, not like Haechan, for example, on Sunday. But when they suggested, actually only warned, that they would spend the rest of the day at Jaemin's, she wanted to freak out. But she couldn't find a good excuse so she accepted it because it was very common for them to do that.

"I swear the summer in this town is getting hotter and hotter." Jeno spoke as soon as they arrived at Jaemin's house, Y/N was too busy trying to make a sign to her bedroom window in her own house, hoping that Jaemin would see and she ended up bumping into Jeno's back. Jeno's bare back. Wait, when did he take his shirt off? And why was Mark doing the same thing as Jeno? She stood there watching them climb the stairs familiar with the place and she only noticed that she had to do the same when Chenle beckoned her with his hand, laughing at something Renjun had said. She followed Jaemin's friends but with a slight hint of desperation. Would she be locked in all afternoon with 6 guys, two of them shirtless, and would she get to know the mysterious male world? By the time she got to Jaemin's room, the guys had settled in better than she had in the last few days, and she leaned her body against the closed door. Jaemin used to close the door when his friends were at his house? She didn't know, they hadn't talked about these insignificant details. “Jaemin.” Jeno called and Y/N stood looking at the door, fighting the urge to run away. “Hyung!” Jisung yelled and Y/N turned around. "Yea!" she replied, lost and saw all 6 guys staring at her in extreme confusion. "Are you okay?" Mark asked and she had to stop herself from looking at his shirtless chest. "Why the question?" she tried to play dumb. "Because since you approached Y/N you've been kind of quiet." Renjun replied. “More than usual.” Haechan completed and smiled mysteriously. "You know he gets kind of silly when he's around his childhood crush." Chenle rolled his eyes and Y/N felt her jaw drop. What? Chenle and Jeno started making weird noises and the rest of the friends followed, Mark even threw a pillow in Y/N's direction and ended up hitting her head. "Ouch!" she complained and threw the pillow back, hitting Haechan. "Hey!" "What did you say?" Y/N asked Chenle and he shrugged. "No need to look surprised, everyone knows you're secretly in love with Y/N." Since when? "I don't like her, I hate her." Y/N replied uncertainly, that's what Jaemin would have said, right? Because that's what he felt. “Hyung, even I can see why you pick on her so much.” Jisung spoke and Y/N blinked several times but remained silent. “Jaemin and Y/N…” Jeno started. "...Sitting in a tree..." Haechan continued and the boys started to joke even louder. That was impossible. It didn't make any sense. Right?

"Daughter!" Jaemin stopped where he was and froze upon hearing Y/N's mother speak. Damn it, had the excuse that the daughter was supposed to study had not worked? "Yea." he replied in a shaky voice and I turned around to find Y/N's mom sitting on the couch. She clapped her hand on the empty spot beside her and Jaemin got the message and walked over as if he was heading straight for a death sentence. "Everything is fine?" she asked bluntly and Jaemin swallowed hard. How would he lie to Y/N's mom? "Why the question?" "You look different these last few days." she noted in a soft voice and Jaemin took a deep breath. Of course she would realize, besides being a mother, she was also a psychologist. “Does it have anything to do with Jaemin?” Jaemin scratched his ear and pushed his hair back, that damn big hair kept pricking his skin. "I don’t understand." maybe if he played the misunderstood, he'd get Y/N's mom wrapped up. "Honey, I'm your mother, I know you better than anyone." or maybe not. "I know why you pick on him." Jaemin raised his eyebrows, he was interested in the conversation now. "Oh really?" Y/N's mother smiled and he could see the resemblance between mother and daughter as he had never noticed before. "You're in love with him, you just don't want to admit it." Eh, wait a minute. It wasn't quite what he imagined hearing. "What?" was what he managed to say and tilted his head to the side, making Y/N's mother laugh and put her hand on Jaemin's shoulder. "If you approached him to put an end to this pet peeve for good, you've finally heard me." Jaemin bit his tongue, he was about to say the real reason but what Y/N's mom had said was too shocking and it had left his head hurting. Y/N couldn't be in love with him. She hated him with all her might. Right? [...] After Jaemin's friends left, Y/N and Jaemin arranged to meet at the back of his house, his parents were at the cinema so it was the perfect opportunity to talk. But neither of them knew what they were going to talk about. To be honest, the idea of talking didn't seem so good considering what they'd both discovered. That's why they were sitting next to each other in disturbing silence as they watched Neo play in the grass, for the first time in so many years, Y/N wished Jaemin would say something. Anything. Since Jaemin couldn't stop scratching his head, should he share what he'd said with Y/N's mom? What were they doing now? “Okay, that's enough.” Jaemin got up and Y/N stared at him. "I have to tell you something." She swallowed hard and took a deep breath. "Me too." He nodded and waited but Y/N didn't say anything so he decided to speak. "I talked to your mother." “I already know everything and…Wait, what?” Y/N looked at him confused. “Did you talk to my mother?” she rose from the floor in shock. “Did you mention us?” He grimaced. “Not about the exchange.” Y/N sighed in relief. "But she told me about you." “M-me?” Jaemin took a step towards her. "She said you pick on me because you’re in love with me." he shrugged and Y/N choked on her own saliva. It couldn't be. "What?" the voice thinned and Jaemin laughed at the sound of his nervous voice. "Well, the boys said the same thing about you this afternoon." Jaemin's eyes widened, it was his turn to not know what to say. Oh no, bunch of traitors! "It is true?" he questioned, seeing Y/N look away elsewhere. "I used to be sure I hated you." she replied and he smiled slightly, boldly taking another step towards her. "Used to?" She laughed. “Once I saw what it was like to be you, I understood why you are so playful.” she explained and stared at him, now they were too close. “I mean, your grades suck!” they both agreed, laughing. “But your friends, they won't let you down for a minute. And your parents, they lead life so peacefully. It’s nowhere near the hectic life my parents have.” "Only when I'm late for school." “Yes, your mother has a very heavy hand.” Y/N noticed and rubbed her shoulder, it wasn't as painful as it was in the first few days. Jaemin laughed, throwing his head back and making Y/N laugh too. She didn't know she had such a loud laugh, but now with Jaemin in her body, he did it more often than she did. “Wait, you said you knew everything. Everything what?" Y/N felt her cheeks burn. "Well, Chenle kind of confessed that you've liked me for as long as, I don't know, ever." “He keeps saying that just to tease me.” Jaemin rolled his eyes. “Jisung said the same thing.” she shrugged and Jaemin looked at her embarrassed. "I thought you teased me because you hated me." Jaemin bit his lower lip, feeling his ears burn. “If I were the quiet, nice student, I would never be able to get your attention.” he admitted and Y/N smiled slightly, it was strange to see her own shy body but she liked seeing that side of Jaemin. "And you make a cute pout when you're mad so." She laughed and saw him come a little closer. Now their bodies were practically touching, the heat emanating from them mingled and for the first time since the exchange, they felt just themselves again. Jaemin didn't look away from her and Y/N didn't dare to cut the exchange of glances that was more intense than before, she found Jaemin's excited look in her own eyes. "I think I want to kiss you but it would be weird because I would be kissing myself." he whispered and took his hand to hold hers. Y/N laughed and laced her fingers with his. "You're cutting the mood, you knew that right?" Jaemin grinned in a silly way. "I know I'm a good kisser but I don't need to kiss my own mouth to prove what everyone else has told me." Y/N tapped him lightly on the shoulder. "Ouch! Hey, don't forget that you have the strength of my body. Go slow." She shrugged, she'd used the least amount of force. "I didn't realize that when I get nervous, I talk too fast." "It’s kinda cute." Jaemin spoke and she rolled her eyes, unable to contain her smile. “So, do you really like me? Is it not because you are in my body and are admiring your own beauty?” “Well, I've liked you since we were 5 years old and…” Jaemin raised his eyebrows. “So you think I'm handsome?” “Please shut up. I never noticed how irritating that arrogant face of mine was.” Jaemin laughed and hugged her quickly, feeling Y/N give in and return the hug. Y/N felt her own heart beating fast against the trunk, now it was Jaemin who was controlling it or in this case, he stopped controlling it. And Jaemin, even though he was embracing his own figure, could feel the delicacy and Y/N fragility. Now, the worry of whether or not they would go back to what they were before, back to their bodies, had been completely forgotten. They were in each other's arms, even if not in the way they had imagined. [...] Jaemin woke up suddenly with something wet falling on his face and felt his back complain as he hugged something, when he opened his eyes realized he was on the grass of his house and the morning light irritated his eyes, he would have taken to hand to cover his eyes but it was then that he noticed that what he was hugging was Y/N. He smiled slightly, they had spent the whole night talking and when they saw that it was late, they just lay down on the grass to take a nap just like Neo, but the nap turned into a deep sleep. It was only then, watching Y/N sleep, that he realized that everything seemed to be back to normal. He looked at his own body in shock, it was wet from the sprinklers running that watered the grass every morning but none of that mattered, that well-defined torso was his and only when he noticed that Y/N's long hair no longer fell in front of his face when lowered his head, concluded that he was back in his own body. But still in disbelief, he decided to look under the pants he was wearing to make sure everything was in its proper place and almost cried when he saw with his own eyes that this was really his body. “What…What.” spoke quietly to himself and closed his eyes as he heard his voice again, controlled by him again. He took the arm that Y/N's head was resting on and knelt on the grass, pushing Y/N's body which was as wet as his. “Y/N, wake up.” "Huh." she complained in her sleep and Jaemin felt his smile grow as he saw that it wasn't a dream. “Wake up, look at me!” he spoke louder and continued pushing her body. "What?!" she replied angrily and turned her body towards Jaemin, opening her eyes slowly and with a pout like she didn't want to be woken up. Y/N stretched, hearing the bones complain, and she stared at Jaemin, still not understanding that euphoria at that time. When her eyes focused on Jaemin's face, she stopped and her expression went from confusion to understanding, her jaw dropped as she realized she was no longer looking at her own body like last night and she sat up quickly as her head swiveled. She brought her hand to touch Jaemin's face and smiled to see that this wasn’t a dream and that her hand was really hers. She felt her long, heavy, wet hair against the back of her neck, and she was never so happy to feel the strands. She had missed the sensation. She was finally back in her own body. “This…” she started. "It's real!" Jaemin concluded and got up from the grass, feeling his ass hurt and pulled Y/N by the hand for her to do the same. Now he felt the texture of her hand just right, against his own. "We came back!" she spoke up, her smile wide from ear to ear and Jaemin mimicked the expression, pulling her into a tight hug. So tight it looked like the two would merge into one. Y/N held the back of his neck tightly and closed her eyes, feeling a shiver run through her body as the wet and cold bodies gathered. Jaemin gently caressed her waist as he squeezed her tight. Although he wanted to continue the hug, Jaemin pulled back enough that he could look into Y/N's eyes and one of his hands came up to her cheek, caressing the still cold skin. He was happy to be there with her but mostly, he was happy not to be in her body. He liked Y/N being Y/N, even if it meant she was too serious and mature for him. Y/N closed her eyes when she saw Jaemin bring his face closer to hers and just waited for the contact, which seemed to come slowly, but when their lips met it was as if her body was suddenly on fire, even though the touch was light and soft was still enough for her to gasp and give in. She felt her whole body give way, as if Jaemin's lips controlled her entirety, when she was ready to throw her arms around his shoulder and deepen the kiss, she heard a clearing of throat. Jaemin didn't seem to mind, he continued with his eyes closed as Y/N opened hers to walk away. A louder clearing of the throat and now feigned coughs was enough to break the mood and Y/N put her hands on Jaemin's torso and gently pushed him away. She felt her cheeks burn as she saw Jaemin's friends standing there staring at the two of them. Unlike what would have happened a long time ago, Jaemin didn't snort at being interrupted, he was actually happy because he was finally able to talk to his friends by being himself. "Well, that shouldn't be surprising, but it is." Chenle spoke and Y/N was ready to move away when Jaemin hugged her sideways. "Weren't you the one who said you knew Jaemin was in love with me?" Y/N asked and the guys looked at each other. "How do you know that?" Jeno asked surprised and Y/N wanted to hit herself. Damn it. It wasn't like she could really explain how she knew about that little conversation between friends. "I told her.” Jaemin shrugged and she controlled a sigh of relief. Save by the gong. "So how long has this been going on?" Renjun pointed to the two who stared at each other, accomplices. "One week." responded in unison. "I told you!" Haechan spoke up and threw her arms up. "I told everyone you guys were acting weird." “He really did.” Jisung rolled his eyes. “Jaemin was never serious and Y/N is never late for school. I don't know, it looked like you guys had switched personalities or something.” Haechan continued, making everyone laugh. "And it's what it looked like!" Mark agreed. Jaemin and Y/N looked at each other once more, laughing in a way that only the two of them could understand. Oh if they only knew...

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"Scene's over, Butterfly."

You press the words to the warm, clammy skin of Tomura's temple. A croon full of praise. He'd done well again, but he always does well these days. He hadn't required much breaking; a soul much more keen on bending. At least, when it came to himself. Even on the bad days, days where you fear that he's regressed -- he hasn't, really. Sometimes, he just likes to fight. And you let him, before you force it all away. Because that's what he wants, that's what he needs.

You don't actually know that much about him, but you do know that. And you know enough. You can infer that, whatever he's out there doing in the big, bad, beautiful world, that it's hard. He's under a lot of pressure. Probably in a position of leadership. Not much fun in his day to day. Which, of course, is why he comes here, night to night. Why he comes to you.

You don't ask questions. Never have, and never will.

Not beyond how he's feeling. What he wants or needs. What his color is. Easy, uncomplicated questions, as invasive and personal as they are. Even when you'd first met -- in the middle of the week, in the middle of your day job (not as lucrative as your second, more secret job is, but it's nice to have a casual cushion; and your day job is fun). Hell, it'd taken ages just for the two of you to talk. He was never there for you. Or even himself. At that little hole in the wall spa you consider your home away from home. No, he was only ever there because she was there. Himiko. And, you still don't understand their relationship, but you don't need to. All you know is that, depending on the day of the week, Himiko goes in to get her nails done with various different guardians. Sharp, pretty, pointy things. Usually pink, though when she's extra gushy about a crush, that pink switches to red. Crimson claws. And sometimes, you do Dabi's nails, a plain, pitch black, whenever he joins her. And then there's this other guy, who always gives you a different name, and asks for a different color on each hand, like he's indecisive. And then there's....

Tomura.

Who'd come in, plop his ass down in a chair, and go about grumbling over whatever handheld game he was playing, all without ever paying you a single glance. Not that he needed to look at you. He wasn't the customer. But you - you wished he was. From the state of his hair, half the time tied up in some haphazard bun; to the state of his skin, seeming irritated and sensitive, scarred. And the state of his lips, right in between, dry and chapped and swollen -- you just wanted to help him. He's obviously attractive, though he doesn't much act like it, and you're not sure he even knows about such himself, or even cares about such. He clearly doesn't take care of himself. But, he takes care of Himiko -- is so sweet on her sometimes, in their interactions between arriving at the spa, and then leaving. He never got close enough to you for you to use your quirk -- a silly little sixth sense. You can smell the chemical reaction in someone's brain when they go from stressed to relaxed. Or satisfied. So, of course you work in a spa. It's like a high; customers leaving happy from your hands. It stings like a whiff of fresh peppermint, right between the eyes. Fizzes like a just-cracked can of soda, your own synapses suddenly, fleetingly carbonated. You do anything and everything from nails to scalp massages, facials and -- well. This.

Sex, and whatever else.

"...Then why am I still - ?"

You shush him, warm air right in his ear and through his hair. The scene is over, yes. But, that doesn't mean you're done. Oh, no. Because today, tonight, you're giving him the full package, whether he wants it or not. In your line of work, consent is, of course: explicit, necessary, and key. But so is safety. And you cannot safely let him leave. Not this time. Not like every other fucking time; dressed too damn fast and feet carrying him out the door without so much as a drink or a hug. He'd left the portion about aftercare blank in his paperwork. And, you'd let it slide, up until now; figured that at some point, he'd just slowly slip into it. Needing a little more, asking for a little more; nothing that you weren't more than ready to give. After all, it was part of your job. And, usually, clients weren't fully satisfied without a fair bit of aftercare. It was natural. And you soaked that shit up like a sponge. But, not once, has Tomura ever stayed for that. And you know it's not because he doesn't need it. He's human. You've never pushed him hard enough to drop, so he always leaves coherent. But, the scent of his relaxation and satisfaction, his bliss --

It's always gone way too fast.

And it can't be just for you.

You've wanted to pamper him since the moment you first laid eyes on him. And you'd hoped, by giving him your card (which was to say, by strategically slipping it into his phonecase the one time he'd asked if the spa had Wi-Fi he could use), you'd get the chance to do so here. In your playroom. Or dungeon. Or whatever people like to call it these days. But, you're done waiting. And hoping. You're just going to make it happen.

Because it'll be good for you both.

You both need this.

"Colors still apply," You stand yourself back up from where you'd been bent over, Tomura still strapped to a table. Sensory deprivation is one of his favorite things. Reducing him down to just one or two senses. Personally, you like leaving him with nothing but touch. He's always so sensitive, so reactive. And vocal, when you leave his mouth free. Tonight, you have him zipped up, snug and tight, in a latex suit. It has random strips of the fabric cut out; random strips of exposed skin, flesh to coax into goosebumps, welts or bruises, the feeling there intense compared to the dull touch through latex. He's blindfolded still, but you'd previously removed the earplugs and spidergag -- both sitting over on the TV tray you use as supply table. Also on the table, are supplies yet to be used. Supplies he has no idea are even there.

Like a pottle of beeswax, pomegranate, and sugar lipscrub. Another little jar of olive oil and honey, sitting like a salve. There's a bottle of cucumber and avocado eyecream, next to the bottle of lube, and rosewater babywipes. There's also a hairbrush, set a safe distance away from the hot-pick silicone cock you'd used on him earlier.

"You know what to say if you need me to stop."

You wait, and watch the emotions work across Tomura's face. His eyebrows and nose crinkle in confusion, while his mouth curls down in a little frown. It's still spit-slick -- his mouth -- and a little bloody, where it'd cracked around the metal of the gag. You'd been gentle, but there's only so much you can do with a mouth like that. He hadn't signalled to stop. So, you didn't. You'd wanted to kiss him. But, you didn't.

You want to kiss him now. But you won't.

(Not yet.)

You don't kiss clients, no matter how much they sometimes beg for it. It's something too personal, even for you. Something too intimate. But, you've never wanted to kiss a client before. Not until now. And, since it's something that you don't do, you don't leave a spot in the paperwork for clients to put down their own comfort level with kissing. You could...probably ask him. But, you don't. You shouldn't. You won't.

Instead, you watch, and you wait.

Until Tomura nods and gives you the okay, body still and calm save for a little nervous twitch of his fingers. He was always a little weird about that. Those. His fingers. You only ever asked if they were in pain, which the answer is always no. But sometimes, he seems hesitant to touch. Sometimes, he silently asks for them to be covered, or restrained; deprived of touch and out of the way. It was an easy enough gift to grant him.

Just like this is, so long as he accepts it.

You drag the tray over closer to the table, and watch as the screech of it sends shivers down Tomura's spine. He squirms against his bonds, no doubt anxious about whatever's to come. He's never stayed after a scene, and you've never kept him after a scene. Once close enough, you climb up ontop of the table and throw a leg over him, straddling him. You know the table and Tomura can hold your weight, easy, but he still gasps beneath you. It's cute.

You can't help but coo at him, while you reach over for the scrub. You know he's paying attention; trying to garner what you're doing, guess what's going to happen next. So, you give him little hints, because he deserves that much. More, really. You tap your nails against the glass, and then the tin of the lid, before screwing it open as loudly as possible. You gather a pink, slightly shimmery dollop on your finger, then lean over him. Your clean hand you cup around his jaw, and let him jolt against your palm like a startled horse before settling. You smile, pleased, and rub a soothing circle into the dry skin of of his cheek.

"Good boy."

And then you press your finger to his bottom lip.

This part is much like work, the way you gently swipe and smear the substance into the pliable cracks and corners of his lips. Granted, you dig your thumb in just a little deeper than normal, since he fucking needs it. You might never get to do this for him again, so it's gotta get in there deep and good. And though he seems confused, he doesn't yet seem inclined to tell you to stop. He just breathes through his nose and scrunches up his brows, and you get to give his top lip the same exact treatment.

"No licking," you command, and blindly reach over for the wipes.

You need a clean canvas for the rest of your work, and his jaw has started to cake with drying drool. He mumbles something, so you ask him to repeat himself, to which he clarifies, a little louder and with a bit of a sparkly pout --

"Smells fruity."

You laugh. Not at him, but just because, damnit, he's adorable. And the duality of the guy beneath you catches you off-guard. He always appears so standoff-ish, a little aloof and angry at the world. But then, you get him breathy and begging, crying and cursing -- you work him into nothing more than a warm puddle of silver slime all over the floor. And now, you get this. A slightly petulant side of him, and the smell of relaxation creeping back up into your nose, like blooming, wild mojito mint.

"Gonna be cold for a second," you warn him, before you start to dab and wipe the saliva away from his face and neck. You clean him up methodically, like you always do; a practiced, routine touch between the two of you. First one side, the other, and then the middle, until you have the damp cloth pressed between your hand and his throat. You squeeze your fingers there, just a tease, and he hums. The sound rough, and just as pleased. It leaves you giddy, metaphorical bubbles bursting in your brain. You can't get sidetracked, though, so you throw the wipe away, and reach over for the eyecream.

Again, you tap your nails and audibly unscrew the cap, before squeezing some out onto your fingers. The same hand as before, so that your clean can reach up and grip the bandana covering Tomura's eyes.

"I'm going to take this off for now, so keep your eyes closed."

He doesn't respond, but when you shove the blindfold up into his hair, his eyes are dutifully closed. It makes your heart swell. Or, maybe that's just your head, since he's smelling more and more relaxed by the minute. Good. This is how every session should end.

Carefully, you dab some cream beneath each eye, then above, before gently working that in. It's hypnotic here, the pattern of circles you smooth into his crows feet and bruises, eyelids and brows. You get lost in it a little; brush a fingertip along his lashes in a butterfly kiss. His namesake. At least, the name you gave him. Butterfly. So stunning and delicate, when pinned to a table, heart fluttering. Your resolve shakes some, and you almost ask him him to open his eyes. Because you love his eyes.

Red, like nectar.

But, you tug the bandana back over his eyes anyway.

And you can feel it. That heart, hammering away beneath you.

Tomura's no longer breathing through his nose, but his mouth again; lips parted and now plump. Swollen from stimulation and hydration. There's edges of dead skin sticking up, just ready to be plucked and pealed off, and you had every intention of letting them fall off naturally. Of wiping his mouth off, and finishing off this first little aftercare session with some of that lip salve. But, there's something - something in the shine of it, the texture of it, the smell of it -- there's something there that makes you hesitate. Makes you snap.

You should've asked him. How he felt about it. Kissing.

But, you didn't.

You just lean in and do it anyway.

Though, in your defence, it's not so much a kiss as it is -- sucking his lip between your teeth and tonguing along the roughness of it; collecting up sugar granules and coagulated fruit juice, until you catch an edge of skin between your teeth. And maybe some wires get crossed; the fizz of satisfaction in your thoughts impairing your judgement as the familiar taste slowly pooling in your mouth convinces you to tear. And, like ripe fruit, the old skin peels easily away from Tomura's bottom lip, until the strip is left to hang from your own.

Without a second thought, you lick it up into your mouth --

and chew.

The sound Tomura makes is downright delightful. Delicious, pathetic, something between a moan of surprise and a mewl of disgusting disbelief. And the scent of him hits you like a shot. Effervescent.

And for a second, you black out.

#bestie made me do this #held a gun up to my head and said treat yourself #they thought I wanted him pegged #they forgot I'm a cannibal #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki tomura #gender neutral reader

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Hi! I wanted to put together all the fics I've read and loved over November for this month's 28th appreciation, so here they are! Click on the links for full tags and summaries. If you read any of these make sure to show the authors some love by leaving kudos and comments!

🔸I know you rider (gonna miss me when I'm gone) by @cyantific

(9.4k | T | single-rider line au)

The one where Louis hates hippies and roller coasters and Harry tries to fix that with lots of fun facts, terrible puns and perhaps one very life-changing moment in a dark tunnel.

"Nostalgia inducing, simply delightful, summer 90's vibes"

🔸Adélfes psychés by pleasinglouis

(19k | E | Greek mythology au)

Harry has been hopelessly in love with a certain woodland nymph for as long as he can remember and no amount of wooing seems to be working

(summary cut so the post isn't too long!)

"poetic, a little ethereal, incredibly sweet."

🔸Everyone's entitled to one good scare by @levelofcharm

(10k | E | Halloween themed CNC vampire au)

“We can play hide and seek. Go on, try to hide bunny,” he coos as he taps the cool knife to Louis’ heated cheek teasingly, his voice switching with ease to something stern and serious, “but hope I don’t find you.”

Louis has suspected his husband isn't what he says and is determined to be right this Halloween

(read tags please!)

"thrilling, dizzyingly hot, perfect Halloween gift"

🔸Where sirens fear to tread by @aliensingucci

(28k | M | siren forbidden love au)

in the royal line, there are only a select few sirens with the ability to transform into humans once a month. harry is one of those sirens. he mostly sticks to the rules. when he's on land, he reads his books. he buys copious amounts of ice cream. he keeps to himself. that is until he meets a lifeguard named louis working at one of the luxury resorts on St Barts. and unfortunately, harry doesn't know the rules about falling in love at all.

"endearing, gripping, characters you root for"

🔸Compete against the stars by @daggerandrose

(30k | M | arranged marriage a/b/o)

“We should probably keep our distance,” Harry says, now backing up until he’s leaning against the wall opposite of Louis. It already feels too far away. “I don’t know if I can handle not being able to touch you in some small way.”

Louis nods and looks down. “The solstice will be here soon,” he murmurs.

“And with it, our mates,” Harry finishes, his voice cracking at the last word.

An ABO au where Louis finds out he's claimed to another Alpha. Angst ensues.

("ridiculously soft, smidge of tension, fuzzy vibes")

🔸When love is enough by @larrysballetslippers

(5k | E | poly relationship)

“Please, daddy,” Harry begged, he wanted Louis so much. Louis shuffled to his side and kissed his lips. Harry felt like he was in heaven, Louis’ kisses were always soul-healing but also so devilish.

Louis pulled back, eliciting a whine from Harry, and stroked his cheeks “I’m going to make you cry today, edge you so hard you don’t know how-”

Louis stopped talking when they heard the bell ring in the distance. Louis’ eyes grew large when it rang for the second time. “Harry, who are you expecting?”

Or, Harry gets an unpleasant surprise visit in the middle of a scene.

"part of a must read series, heart warming, sweet"

🔸You go undercover (you cross your fingers) by @forthetherapyy

(25k | E | kid fic)

When they reach the top of the steps, Harry puts the buggy down gently.

“Thank you,” Louis says. “My hero.”

Harry laughs.

“You don’t need rescuing,” he says.

louis didn’t think that motherhood would be easy, but he certainly wasn’t prepared for just how challenging it would be. he also wasn't prepared for a certain alpha called harry appearing each time he needs help until accepting is no longer a difficult thing to do.

"incredibly sweet, warm, and a comfort read"

🔸Every witch way by @falsegoodnight

(36k | E | a witchy au)

The last thing Harry wants to be doing this summer is running his aunt's occult shop while she's away, but that's where he finds himself, bitter and bored. That is, until a boy and his cat stumble into Harry's life and turn it upside down.

"incredibly gripping, stunning world building, flawless"

🔸A Springtime's Wilt, an Autumn's Bloom by snowcaplou

(20k | E | chauffeur au)

Harry is Louis' personal chauffeur, and although he hides his feelings for his boss behind a wall of rigid professionalism, Louis still manages to squeeze through the cracks.

"perfect for a quick read, sweet, wonderful characters"

🔸Dip you in honey by @eeveelou

(28k | E | omega x omega royalty au)

Princess Harry, the pearl of England, is set to be married to the youngest prince of France in just six months. Anxious about his performance on his wedding night, he enlists the help of his loyal handmaiden Louis to help him practice everything he needs to know

"delicate, pure, and delightfully scandalous all at once"

🔸what a wicked thing to do (to make me dream of you) by @maroonmoonlouis

(44k | E | enemies to lovers dark academia heirs au)

Heirs Louis and Harry have been promised as mates to each other their whole lives. It's expected that they will be the perfect pair to bring honor to their families. Louis cannot let that happen.

"captivating, electrifying, and perfect"

🔸Even on my worst days by @homosociallyyours

(21k | E | sick fic, chronic illness)

When they meet at a party, Louis is instantly drawn to Harry like a moth to a flame. They hit it off, and Louis is eager to get to know Harry better-- maybe even take him out on a date --but Harry is hesitant. Cautious.

Since developing chronic fatigue a few years earlier, a lot of things have changed for Harry, his once active lifestyle reduced to the occasional outing like the one he met Louis at, visits to the doctor, and doing his best to take care of himself on hard days. He can't imagine that anyone-- especially not someone like Louis --would ever really want to be with him.

It takes time to convince him otherwise, but Louis can see he's worth it. He just has to get Harry to see it too.

"beautiful, touching, characters you will adore"

🔸Wanna play you like a game, boy (what's the thrill of the same toy?) by @thebreadvansstuff

(10k | E | humiliation kink)

Louis is Harry's boss, and Harry has a humiliation kink. (for full summary click fic link 😩)

"stupidly hot, hot and hot."

🔸You Can Lay Your Hands On Me by @momrryrights

(37k | E | bdsm au)

a non-famous, established relationship BDSM AU where Harry would really like his very sweet and caring boyfriend to dom him. Said boyfriend is more than happy to do so.

"delightfully detailed, super hot, incredible"

🔸wanna wake up with you and say baby let's do it all over again by @alwaysxlarrie

(16k | M | service kink fic)

“Harry, it’s okay. This is a safe space.”

“No, it’s not. You throw cheese puffs at me any time I walk around naked.”

“Okay.” Niall tilted his head in acknowledgement, then corrected himself. “It’s a safe space for things I deem acceptable.”

“Of course.” Harry rolled his eyes. “So, what’s the thing?”

“Your service,” Niall flailed his hands in the air for a few seconds, “thing.”

“My service,” Harry paused to mimic Niall’s hand movements, “thing?”

“Yes.”

"the dream duo dynamic, equally hot and cute, a gem"

Thank you wonderful writers who keep giving us the most amazing works<3

#28th appreciation #fic rec #larry fic rec #November reads #larry

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The Eternals Masterlist

all those shadows almost killed your light (ao3) - beautifuldrukkari druig/makkari G, 1k

Summary: druig's nightmares about past emergences were always brutal, but this one in particular was something else entirely...

And You Know That She Will Trust You Because You've Touched Her Perfect Body With Your Mind (ao3) - WhenIFindLoveAgain druig/makkari G, 8k

Summary: Druig and Makkari travel to India together to visit Kingo, who cannot become used to Druig and Makkari's relationship as he spends time with the both of them; in periods away from Kingo, Druig and Makkari's relationship evolves in it intimacy.

A Walk on the Beach (ao3) - daddyoshie druig/makkari T, 4k

Summary: Getting hurled to the surface of the earth and then blasted under a couple dozen feet of solid rock was not something that Druig would recommend to anyone.-or-The beach scene, from two points of view.

body music (ao3) - dreamweavernyx druig/makkari G, 26k

Summary: The rink itself is different; less of the steel-and-titanium brightness of their old rink, more wood and glass, sunlight peeking in through the rink’s many windows during afternoon practice.

But ice is ice, and when Druig steps onto the ice of their new rink for the first time, it feels almost like stepping back into a pair of well-loved skating boots.

In the off-season just before the 2021-2022 Olympic season is about to begin, Druig, national US figure skater, finds himself facing a summer of change: a coaching switch, moving to the other side of LA, worrying about finally, finally getting a spot on the US Olympic team. But perhaps, this summer of change, of new experiences and first meetings, will be just the push he needs to get there.

cursed and drunk on love || its not your fault (ao3) - Azurame_Neve ikaris/sersi N/R, 5k

Summary: They said that love is the most twisted curse in the world.

In which Sersi, the worse of humanity bleeds into her far more easily than expected and she started to plan the end of the world.

Five Times Everyone Assumed Thena and Gilgamesh Were a Couple (ao3) - INMH gilgamesh/thena T, 2k

Summary: And one time they definitely were.

hide your soul out of his reach (ao3) - rivergift G, 1k

Summary: So she lets them go - find your own purpose - because maybe the only way to find the way out is through.Tenochtitlan through Ajak's eyes.

In a ball, in a different era, Drukkari find each other (ao3) - Lovingthemarveluniverse druig/makkari G, 4k

Summary: Hello Bridgerton fans! Here is my take on Drukkari on the bridgerton era!

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the-beskar-alchemist · 1 year

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Episode 4

Back at it again!!

Whew! This episode had me in a choke hold, I definitely enjoyed it and am excited to hear what everyone thinks about a couple things I noticed. So here are my thoughts for tonight’s episode.

As always, spoilers for both the show and game (including a slight Part 2 spoiler) are below the cut!

Ellie looking at herself in the mirror reminds me of a spot in the second game where she stood in a bathroom with Joel in the background and made faces lol

Was I the only one on the verge of screaming “But is the safety on??” while she was handling a gun?? (I mean yeah, I get she has official FEDRA training but even a trained person can make a mistake)

I canNOT begin to express to you how happy I am that they FINALLY showed the pun book

(I’m trying to focus on the scene where Joel is siphoning gas but all I can think of is how good Pedro looks in those jeans)

THEY DID THE CUT SCENE THEY DID THE CUT SCENE THEY DID THE CUT SCENE

It’s my favorite cut scene from the first game, Ellie fucking with Joel about the magazine always cracked me up every time, and the fact that it looks almost EXACTLY like the one in the game?? The amount of detail in this series gives me such Chicken Soup for the Soul type feelings (points to those of you that get that reference)

Why am I cackling at seeing an Arby’s sign?

Joel lying to protect Ellie, I mean chances are he was actually telling the truth but even in a remote location such as that you can’t be too careful about keeping your guard up (and then he stayed up to keep them safe, Joel my beloved I adore your protectiveness but you need to sleep too babe) And also them mirroring the “Okay” from the game where Ellie/Sarah just accept that Joel has the situation taken care of

We finally get Joel’s coffee addiction on screen lol (and of course watching Pedro’s mouth at work is always a plus when it involves eating/drinking something)

Tommy being a “joiner” wasn’t really elaborated on in the game, so I’m glad they’re emphasizing that aspect of his personality (also the Desert Storm thing makes more sense now)

Joel calling Ellie “cargo”, acting like she’s just a promise he has to keep for Tess and nothing more, Joel you adorably grumpy cinnamon roll, you put your jacket on her to keep her warm while she slept, you made sure she was well fed, you want her to get some sleep because she needs it, who you trying to fool babe?

So they switched Pittsburgh for Kansas City

Joel why didn’t you grab your backpack????

I’m glad they changed it from Ellie killing the guy to just paralyzing him, I want that slow-fade instead of just making her a mini-assassin

So the group that took over the city is much larger than what we see in the game

I can’t tell if Pedro is just acting like Joel has a stiff back or if his actual back pain aided in his performance

Him checking on Ellie was just……omg this man has my heart all over again

Not her first time??? Okay I may need to make a post about this, but I’m pretty sure this has to do with her and [redacted]........(I’m making a separate post for this, it’s too much of a potential spoiler for the series)

Sam really loves Superman, or at least the version that HBO could get away with lol

Is the tendril network underneath the crater???? Why does it look like it’s breathing??? (Why am I getting the feeling that we’re going to see a bloater soon??)

I love that they included the sound trap tactic, I hope we get to see more of it

Joel still trying to console Ellie, I love him your honor

I wonder how much Pedro had to hold back to avoid laughing too much because you just know he had a hard time filming those pun book scenes because he had to be so serious about it lol

SAM AND HENRY SAM AND HENRY

They used the song “True Faith” from Part 2!!!! I adore that song!!

I was equal parts tickled beyond measure, and on the edge of my seat with this episode. Going from such a beautiful episode like “Long, Long Time” to THIS? I’ve got whiplash, but in a really good way lol. Can’t wait for next week!!

Endure and survive!!

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“You’d think I’d be a pro by now.”

TW: Death, murder scene, mention of blood

The New Orlean’s air was bitter that morning. Nothing like the mortician had ever experienced. The mornings were cool and damp. Heavy hung this air in his lungs. It was the morning after a gruesome midnight call. He almost forgot he had made plans with his aunt and uncle but wanted to stick with it despite the horrors he saw that night. Still in his suit he walked up the broken path.

”Benji, what did I tell you about running too fast?” His aunt dabbed at the bleeding scrape on the boy’s chin as the tears welled in his eyes. “If I run, I have to see where I’m headed.” The women nodded as the dabbing continued. “My sweet boy, where were you looking?” Wincing at the pain Benj’s eyes closed. The tears dripped down the flushed cheeks. The cloth moved to the tears to catch them. “Behind me…I didn’t see the crack Auntie…I was looking ahead then back for a second.” The quiver of the lip triggered more tears as he began to cry, falling into the middle of the woman.

Click. Click. Click. His dress shoes announced his arrival, the echos travelled far. “Auntie.” Calling out as he stepped in the door, his shoes echoed in time with the church bell. It almost sounded like the bell itself.

“A man has to look good when he goes to church.” The bellow of his uncle’s voice called as the boy watched the mirror. His uncle's belt was cinched up and clicked as it fastened. Turning around to look at the doe-eyed boy as he fixed his collar. This was Ben’s first time in an American church. He didn’t know what to expect, but he had been learning English back in Korea, and with his aunt and uncle for a while now. They deemed him advanced enough to go to a sermon. Ben slid off the bed to meet his uncle, letting the cracked, worn hands fix his buttons as they weren’t straight. “A man should always look good, but his best in the house of god.”

The house was dark, dimly lit as the dawn cracked the earth. The switch clicked on, but the hum of the kitchen light didn’t sound. Everything was in it’s spot, as it always was. Ben could tell you where everything would be even in the pitch black.

"Come here my boy, taste this.” His aunt called him over with the rag. The growing boy ran over to meet the wooden spoon. The heat kissed his lips only to be met with a hiss from the boy. Squinting at the steaming spoon he blew on it, as he had just learned better. His lips wrapped around the spoon as the flavours flooded the ridges of his taste buds. “This here is Gumbo. New Orleans heart and soul.” Auntie nodded before winking and turning back to the stove. Grabbing a chair the boy’s height changed as he peered into the stock pot. Ben decided it smelled really good.

The smell of home goods was suffocated by the metallic smell. A smell all too familiar. A deep breath couldn’t shake the heaviness of the air in his lungs, it only got heavier. Benji backed away from the kitchen, calling, screaming for his family to respond. His feet couldn’t keep up with his head, racing around the main floor trying to find anyone.

Ben was running through the house, the laughter brightening every room the child was suddenly in, and out of in a moment’s notice. The yip of a puppy followed quickly behind. His feet running faster than his eyes, the boy was met with the ground once again. This pain was different from the pain he had when he tripped outside. This was a rug burn. Boy did it burn. He gasped and whimpered as he held onto his knee. The puppy caught up, jumping and kissing him as the dog thought he had won. “Go away!” The boy shoved the puppy away before returning to the wound. The dog returned, loving him just as much as before. “Stop!” He cried out and shoved the puppy away again, finally getting the attention of his uncle. The booming voice of his uncle yelling at him suddenly replaced pain with fear. In the quarter landing of the stairs, he could be seen staring down at the scene. “You don’t treat animals that way. If I ever find out you treat another animal this way boy, you won’t be able to sit for a week.” The threat was almost empty as his uncle never put his hands on the boy, but the way his voice was, Benji didn’t dare do it ever again. The puppy ran up to Ben again, only for the boy to cuddle him in his arms. The tears were soon replaced by laughter once again.

Running up the stairs the scent got stronger. His shoes sponged in the wet carpet as he rounded the wall. Despite the scent growing, it still hit him in his face. Maybe it was the scene as well. His hand went over his mouth and nose as he tried to stifle his sounds. His other hand shook as he tried to turn on the light. His digits kept missing the trigger, perhaps on purpose. A scream echoed through the house, louder than the bell on top of the church. It was blood curdling, it was painful. It was drowned out by sobs as the mortician fell to his knees as he tried to cuddle his aunt against him. His hands began to stain red.

”You know better than this young man." That’s right, he did know better than to mess with a crime scene. It didn’t matter at the moment though, his aunt and uncle were gone. The people he spent the majority of his life with, more than his own mom, dad, and sister.

Sirens wailed in the background as dawn casted over the neighbourhood, lighting every room up that faced the east. The light illuminated his uncle's body who was no more than three feet away. His free hand reached over and clutched the cold, drenched button up shirt as his sobs continued to howl.

”My dear, sweet boy. You’re allowed to cry, don’t forget that. Things happen, and they’re very painful sometimes. Tears help us show emotion, and to get all the pent up bad feelings out.” His aunt cuddled him as a teenager as he cried over one of his first heart breaks with a girl. His uncle stood at the doorway, sympathetic but stoic. “It will be alright Ben. You’ll go through a few more of those until you meet the right gal.”

And cry he did. He cried for his mother, sister, father, aunt and uncle. That morning the 26 year old mortician cried until the police came. He cried through talking with the men. He cried through washing his hands in the sink not even 10 feet away from where their bodies lay.

”I’ll love you forever, I’ll like you for always. As long as I’m living, my baby you’ll be.” The booked closed, with silence. There were tears in the dining room from everyone that evening. Ben was off to college. The years had gone by so fast, but not fast enough. His aunt and uncle hugged him tight as they cried. They’d miss their nephew who had become their son.

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red-letter-imagines · 3 years

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heyy there!! can you do another part of the “reaction when you suck on their tongue but with Mikey, Rindou and mitsuya?

You have no idea how happy I am that my work's so well-received! So there's been more than one request for a part 2, but for different characters. This little dove, however, is the first one so I'll be doing this, then the other characters in later parts, alright? Alright.

Now *cracks knuckles* let's begin!

Reaction When You Suck on Their Tongue Part 2 (Sano Manjiro, Haitani Rindou & Mitsuya Takashi)

Sano "Mikey" Manjiro: (Bonten! Mikey)

You sure you don't need a chaser with that? Sanzu snickers from across you, pupils already blown wide from the pills he'd taken half an hour ago. The pure vodka sears your esophagus, a pool of liquid fire in your abdomen. Tears are springing up your eyes and you wince. Truly, it had been a horrible idea on your side to make bets with Sanzu, of all people. That man has had every drug imaginable enter his system and three overdoses later, is still standing. You should've known better than to order Spirytus, but Sanzu has a way of getting under anyone's skin, especially yours.

He knew you had more than several bones to pick with him after he coaxed Mikey into accepting a million-dollar drug deal with some shady Western cartel. Throughout Bonten's history, it was one of the more careless business trades you'd ever gone through, one that put Mikey in a precarious position. The cartel demanded Mikey's audience for the deal to be done, and while Sanzu reassured you that nothing would happen to their "King", that never stopped you from worrying your head off.

A part of you wanted the drugs and alcohol put him into a coma; you just had to hold your liquor until then. Yet this poisonous bastard is still standing, while you barely have the confidence to stand up straight. He's fucking crazy.

You eye the remaining shot glass. It's rim and ridges bounce the bright glow of the chandeliers above you, its crystal clear contents an elegant deception to those unaware. You suck air through your nose and grab it. Before you could down the last drink of your life, a slender hand slides to your shoulder.

You turn to face Mikey's lilac-rimmed gaze, the darkness swimming within sucking you in like a vacuum. Once he sees the flares of red across your cheeks and down your neck, his lips curl a little. Mikey hates alcohol with a passion; he told you early on that he abhorred its bitterness and how it hazed your mind.

Instantly, you cave under his disappointment, and none-too-gracefully drop your shot glass back on the counter. You barely had time to utter his name before he cups your cheek and kisses you. It's gentle, caring yet the pressure of his pecks stamp his dominance into your very soul.

He plunges his tongue into your booze-laced cavern, and you eagerly latch onto it like a hungry pup. He tasted of red bean paste, its sweetness a balm to your burning senses. He keeps a hand on your neck while you have your fill, biting your lower lip when you part.

You're panting, eyes glazed with wanton need. He strokes a thumb under your ear, and you smile.

You could drink all the alcohol you wanted, but nothing could make you drunker than Sano Manjiro's affection.

Haitani Rindou:

You frown to yourself as you waited outside the heavy steel gates of Roppongi's juvenile detention center. It's been six months since the Haitani brothers had been arrested because of Tenjiku. Along with the other Heavenly King named Mucho, they also scored a reduced sentence, and today will be their first taste of freedom in half a year.

You'd been forced to stay behind when the battle happened; Rindou told you that he didn't want to have to look after you while fighting. A cover-up for his worry, of course. The younger Haitani isn't known for being as emotionally apt as his older brother, yet somehow that rigidness of his is one of the things you love most about him. To this day, Ran still loves to give you both shit for it.

Rindou knew that you'd be pissed beyond belief once you got the news; he promised not to leave you alone again like last time. You didn't come to his trial nor see him when he got permitted for visitations. Ran is in a different cell, and he had nothing but time.

Of course, other than being absolutely furious with him, there were other reasons you couldn't come see your bone breaker of a boyfriend. With them detained, no one is left to defend their title as the Kings of Roppongi. No one except you, that is.

You're quite the force of nature yourself, even before meeting Ran and Rindou. Roppongi had been your stomping grounds since you were ten, and when they started making a name for themselves you refused to submit. Thinking back, it was quite a comical scene: a scruffy-looking little girl baring her teeth at two brothers who'd basically killed a man not too long ago. Despite how ruthless they truly are, they never stooped so low as to hit a girl, much less gang up on one to prove a point. Instead you became friends, and later on fell in love with the younger Haitani, and he with you. Together you ruled over Roppongi, and the rest is history.

So while your man stared at white walls in the slammer, you splattered blood across brick walls as warnings to those who thought they could conquer the city. All on your own, you reigned over Roppongi the entirety of their sentence, and now it's time for the kings to reclaim their throne.

You hear them before you see them; Ran's whimsical tones against Rindou's monotone rebuttals. They're wearing casual clothes instead of the jumpsuits, Ran's hair is in braids as always, but Rindou...

The extra inches of hair does something to you. It flowed around his face like a lion's mane, faded blue streaks shining in the noon sun. He's wearing contacts instead of his frames, and his jaw is sharper than you ever remembered it. Fresh out of prison, and he looks every bit the king of carnage you adore.

Licking your lips, you saunter over to them. The clacking of your heels turn their heads, and they smirk at you. You could see Rindou tense for a split second before reigning himself back in. Once you get close enough, you rear a hand back and slam it against his cheek hard.

Then you grab him by the collar and smooch him right in front of the jail gates. His recovery is quick, and he pulls you close in a vice-grip. You press a thumb down his chin and take his tongue right from his mouth. The light graze of your teeth against the flat of it earns a growl from Rindou. You left me again, you fucking asshole you hiss as you pull away. You doubted he really heard you though, because he dived right to your neck after your liplock. You sigh, meeting eyes with a disgusted Ran.

This man is going to be the death of you one day.

Mitsuya Takashi:

Throughout your relationship, Mitsuya is nothing but gentle. It almost gave you whiplash how different he is when he's with you and when he's with Toman. He's more than happy to bash some scumbag's face in, yet he couldn't look you in the eye if he shows up to school bruised the next day. You're one of the reasons he got so good at dodging blows in the first place-all of this just to keep you from remembering just how dangerously he lives.

His carefulness translated through his affections, most of all. He didn't hold you, he cradled you. When he kissed you, you could practically feel the repressed passion just burning beneath the surface. He treats you as if you were a dandelion on a windy day.

And while you thought his unspoken sentiments are nothing short of chivalrous and sweet, you also found it quite stupid. You knew what you were getting into when he sheepishly confessed, knew about him being a captain of Toman's second division. So naturally, you'd braced yourself for all sorts of chaos. Plus, only having to witness one side of him irked something inside of you that you couldn't quite explain. You'd made it perfectly clear that you loved him, bruises and all. Yet when he looked at you with such adoring lavender eyes, you couldn't bear to chide him for wanting to treasure you.

So, you decided to show him through other means.

You're waiting for him to finish inside the sewing club room. He's finishing the hemline of a kimono-a birthday present he's preparing for Draken early on. His eyelids hang low, but his gaze is as intense as ever. Nothing is said between the two of you, but you can't help staring at his pursed lips, now bitten red from his habit when focusing. You internally proclaimed your love for him yet again, unable to stop yourself from wandering over to his hunched form.

Just as he looks up from the sewing machine, you dive in with a kiss that, even you had to admit, is a little too intense to be this sudden. Yet you couldn't help it; even the simplest things he did could turn you into quite the sap.

He doesn't fail to reciprocate it, though. His lips, a little rough and a bit wet, switch from caressing your top and bottom lip each time you return to each other. Somehow, it ended up with you sandwiched between him and his desk, thighs on either side of his hips. His hands never stay in one place, smoothing down your uniform and rubbing your back. He never strays too far down your waist, and that tang of frustration sours your sweet little moment yet again.

Bracing one hand on his shoulder and the other on his jaw, you grind down hard against him. His mouth drops open in a barely contained moan, and you close your lips around his tongue. The noise he made when you licked at it could've put BL voice actors to shame. His fingers rake against the sides of your hips, jolting you out of your sultry scenario and into a bout of giggles. And while you sit there steaming in your embarrassment at ruining such a delicious moment, he simply gapes at what just happened, his face stained a pretty crimson.

Well, that was awkward...but you wouldn't have had it any other way.

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Legacy

Revenge, Technology, Mind Transference, with a dash of unrequited love. What’s not to love? /Verus

"Dude! P-please! I'm sorry! Whatever you think I've done, it must all be a mistake!" Andew yelled, thrashing against his confinements and eyeing the only point of exit in the room. His firm muscles were wet and taut against his clothes, and his handsome face flush red with terror and worry.

"Are you really sorry though? It didn't seem like it from the way you acted during Gavin's funeral. The sneers and laughter you made as his parents said their final words to him..." I said, hiding in the shadows. Only my feet and the contours of my body was visible for him to see.

"N-no offense. I just found it funny when the parents said they wish he'd atleast gotten a girlfriend before he passed away-" The same devious sneer returned on his perfectly handsome face, as he most likely remembered the scene in his head.

"Of course you found it funny. Because you knew he was completely gay. Gay, and had a massive crush on you for ages. He literally worshipped the ground you walked on, and spent most of his waking hours wishing he could be with you." I explained, slowly walking around him as I pulled out a flimsy latex cap with electronical nodes attached to it.

"And I let him. I did no wrong." Andrew talked back. His eyes following my figure until I stood directly behind him.

"No! You lead him on, made him believe you were actually interested in him. And then you destroyed him. You are the reason he ran out of the house crying, and you are the reason he didn't see the truck speeding towards him!" My voice was shaking as I quickly slapped the cap onto his head, accidentally pulling out a few strands of his hair.

"Ouuch! Get this thing off me!" He shook his head and began thrashing about again.

"You know. He really loved you... He said he was going to make you the happiest man on earth. Showering you with gifts and undying love, and be by your side forever and ever. That's why he trusted you so wholeheartedly and let you do whatever you wanted."

"Naive..." He quietly muttered under his breath.

"He was even fine with you staring and drooling over other girls. As long as he could stay by your side."

"What a fag..." I could hear him gritting his teeth.

"But that evening when you invited him over, only to have him find you in the bedroom hooking up with a random girl... that completely ruined him. You shattered his dream, his self-confidence, and his sensitive soul! He didn't know what to do and where to go, which is why he ran straight out into the traffic..." My voice was uncontrollably going up and down now, as I was unable to hide my emotions.

"Dude only had himself to blame. He should've known I only had him around for the free stuff he bought for me." Andrew snickered, as he looked down at the expensive shorts Gavin had bought for him a few weeks prior.

"How dare you!" I tried to punch his shoulder, but knew I was too weak to do any real damage against his hard muscles.

"Y'know... it almost sounds like you had feelings for him- Wait a minute! You're that pastry white kid that always walked around with him aren't you?! Hah! 'Ghost boy' we called you!" The tone in his voice shifted - with more confidence and arrogance. Back to the way he normally talked - a manipulative bastard at heart. "I see. So you best friend Gavin never had feelings for you, and now that he's gone you blame yourself for not having stopped him."

"......" I clenched my hands till my knuckles turned white.

"Hah! Maybe you really were a horrible friend. Have you thought about that you might be the reason he's dead?" He laughed, obviously enjoying the way he was toying with my feelings.

"...you have no idea..." I mumbled, as tears began to flow down my cheeks.

"Maybe you should be the one sitting in this chair - tied up and wearing this stupid cap on your head. Hehe."

I took a deep breath and calmed myself, before walking around him once again and turning so he could see me. See the real me... one last time. "I will. Soon."

"W-what do you mean with that? And why are you also wearing that ridiculous cap?" He asked. His tone in voice once again becoming panicked and anxious.

"You see. The reason why I'm so pale is because I spend so much time at home playing with my inventions and devices. Coding is one of my favorite things to do. And for the last few months I've relentlessly been working on creating this device we're both wearing right now. It was originally only meant to be used on you, recoding the patterns in your brain into loving Gavin as much as he loved you. While also erasing all of your bad traits and turning you into his ideal boyfriend... but there's no reason for that anymore, is there? So, I upgraded it into 2.0, which can now be used with two people."

"P-pff... yeah right... and what does this new version do then?"

"It can transfer the consciousness between two human brains. Even recoding the brain into believing the new consciousness have always been in control of its own body. All the memories, habits, and even muscle memory will be easily accessible to the new permanent owner." I explained, as I began fiddling with a machine by our side. The nodes on our caps lit up.

"Permanent?! Wait a minute. Let's say all of this freaky sci-fi stuff is actually real, what's going to happen to my consciousness?" Andrew asked, as he began to get more anxious by the beeping sound of the nodes on his head.

"All gone. Overwritten by mine. Erased out of existence with no way of restoring it." I answered nonchalantly. Flicking the last switched around, the device was now ready to be activated.

"What the fuck! Then you're basically killing me?! Get me out of here, you sick freak!" He began violently thrashing against the back of the chair, and flung his head around to get the latex cap off... but to no avail.

"Am I really though? Your memories, your body, and your relationships will all still be here, under my complete control. I'm just... discarding a small part of you that's no longer necessary."

"No...no... Help! HELP! SOMEONE!! THIS CRAZY MOTHERFUCKER IS GOING TO KILL ME!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, but the soundproofed walls would do him no good.

I flicked the final switch and walked over to him as the machine began buzzing. Standing in front of him, I suddenly sat down on his lap and grabbed hold of his face. I stared into his fearful yet piercing blue eyes and slid my hands across the cheeks and contours of his face.

"This beautiful face of yours that Gavin loved, I promise I'll take good care of it and cherish it until the day I die. It's the least I can do to honor my friend Gavin." I leaned forward and gently laid a kiss on his sweaty forehead, while holding him in place as he screamed for all he was worth.

"No! Noo! NOoO-Uoogguuughhhh" His scream turned into a gurgle as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. At the same time, my eyes went white and hazy as my pastry body slumped over and fell on the cement floor. Most likely cracked open its head or something from the sound of it.

"NgOOuoouughhgguuuhh!!!" Andrew's head flung back and forth as if to fight whatever was invading his head, but it barely took a minute before the thrashing suddenly stopped and his head slumped down.

His eyes were closed, his face flushed red from exertion, and the sweat and drool pooled down onto his expensive shorts. A further five minutes of stillness and blinking nodes passed before any activity was seen.

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*Gasp*

I awoke to the cap on my head giving me a quick electric shock. In front of me laid my old withered body, lifeless and without a doubt stone dead. My throat felt dry and tired, and the ties on my arms hurt like hell. In fact, everything felt, looked, and smelt different. The smell oozing from my sweaty clothes that once smelt great now stunk in my nose. I could recall from Andrew's memories that he showered atleast twice a day. I showered atleast twice a day.

After some fiddling with the special knots in my back, I easily slipped the rope off. Massaging the sore parts on my wrist, I soon relished in how big and strong my new hands looked now. Hands who should've been holding Gavin's...

I explored further up till I reached my new bulging biceps. Squeezing them I felt how firm and taut they were. I never in a million years would have managed to get myself this big, but here I was, standing in the body of a perfect specimen. The body of the man who my friend loved, but who didn't truly love him back. If only I could've done this before Gavin died... Would he have loved me instead, or would he have hated me for what I had done? Well, atleast he would've been alive.

My focus went to my Andrew face, as I caressed the blemish-free skin and the small stubble forming on it. The face of the man I had hated for a while, the face of the man whose identity I would have to take over, and the face I would see in the mirror for as long as I breathed. It was one of the most handsome faces I've ever laid my eyes on no doubt, so I'm perfectly fine with that decision.

My hands continued to explore what was now mine; running fingers through my lush but wet hair, following the outline of my cobblestone abs, and shaking my strong and muscular legs awake from sitting too long.

Not long after I finally slipped the drool and sweat-soaked shorts off myself and watched as the tool between my legs arose to its new owner. It might not have been as long as my former one, but the very girth of it made up for it. As I enveloped it between my palms, I realized that no one had ever been as intimate with Andrew's tool as I was now, and no one would ever be. Not even Gavin would if he was somehow resurrected. Only I, Andrew would ever know how this throbbing member would feel in my own hands, the endorphins and pleasure its touch would send throughout my amazing body, and the ultimate earth-shattering orgasms I would experience as I edge myself to climax every day from now on.

The very thought of it immediately brought me to the brink of orgasm, so I quickly spread my legs apart and thrust the member fully through my grasp. It was all that was needed as I suddenly began shaking with pleasure and exploded shot after shot of Andrew seed all over the floor, myself and my former lifeless body."Ugh! Uuuugh! UUUuOOGggHH!!"

“.... Holy shit.....” I moaned, slightly shocked by the unfamiliarity of the new voice coming from my throat.

Reeling from my first ever orgasm in my new body and life, I sat back down on the chair and took a breather. I was sweaty, my crotch sticky, and my armpits stunk. Yet, I know I still looked glorious. How couldn't I? After all, I am Andrew. The man who Gavin loved, and who loved him back just as much, if not even more...

I will dedicate this new life of mine to worship and care for this body just as much as Gavin would have. His legacy, Andrew's body and life, and my consciousness have finally become one... and I promise I will carry them with pride and confidence to the grave... even if it is the only thing I will accomplish in this short insignificant life of mine.

#possession #revenge #selflove #love #dark #permanent #identity theft #mine

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persephonememes · 3 years

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* ( EVERMORE ALBUM BY TAYLOR SWIFT / SENTENCE PROMPTS.

These may have been edited for clarity or length or to better apply for roleplaying.

willow

❛ The more that you say the less I know ❜

❛ Wherever you stray I will follow ❜

❛ I'm begging for you to take my hand ❜

❛ I come back stronger than a 90's trend ❜

❛ Wait for the signal and I'll meet you after dark ❜

❛ Show me the places where the others gave you scars ❜

❛ I should've known from the look on your face ❜

❛ Every bait and switch was a work of art ❜

❛ That's my man ❜

champagne problems

❛ Your heart was glass, and I dropped it ❜

❛ I dropped your hand while dancing left you out there standing ❜

❛ Now no one's celebrating ❜

❛ I can’t give you a reason ❜

❛ This dorm was once a madhouse ❜

❛ I never was ready, so I watch you go ❜

❛ Sometimes you just don't know the answer till someone's on their knees and asks you. ❜

❛ She would've made such a lovely bride, what a shame she's stuck in her head. ❜

❛ You won't remember all my champagne problems ❜

gold rush

❛ I don't like a gold rush ❜

❛ I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush ❜

❛ I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch ❜

❛ Everybody wants you ❜

❛ Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you ❜

❛ I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush ❜

❛ I don't like that falling feels like flying till the bone crush ❜

❛ What must it be like to grow up that beautiful? ❜

❛ The coastal town we wandered round had never seen a love as pure as it ❜

❛ You know it could never be ❜

❛ My mind turns your life into folklore ❜

❛ I can't dare to dream about you anymore ❜

❛ At dinner parties I won't call you out on your contrarian wit ❜

'tis the damn season

❛ If I wanted to know who you were hanging with while I was gone, I would've asked you. ❜

❛ So we could call it even ❜

❛ You could call me "babe" for the weekend ❜

❛ The road not taken looks real good now ❜

❛ The holidays linger like bad perfume ❜

❛ You can run but only so far ❜

❛ I escaped it too, remember how you watched me leave ❜

❛ But if it's okay with you, it's okay with me ❜

❛ I'm missing your smile ❜

❛ We could just ride around ❜

❛ Sleep in half the day, just for old times' sake ❜

❛ I won't ask you to wait, if you don't ask me to stay ❜

❛ The heart I know I'm breaking is my own ❜

❛ It always leads to you and my hometown ❜

❛ You could call me "babe" for the weekend 'tis the damn season ❜

tolerate it

❛ I notice everything you do or don't do ❜

❛ If it's all in my head tell me now ❜

❛ Tell me I've got it wrong somehow ❜

❛ I know my love should be celebrated, but you tolerate it ❜

❛ I take your indiscretions all in good fun ❜

❛ I polish plates until they gleam and glisten ❜

❛ While you were out building other worlds, where was I? ❜

❛ Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life ❜

❛ I’m always taking up too much space or time ❜

❛ You assume I'm fine ❜

no body, no crime

❛ We meet up every Tuesday night for dinner and a glass of wine ❜

❛ It smells like infidelity ❜

❛ No, there ain't no doubt ❜

❛ I think I'm gonna call him out ❜

❛ I think he did it but I just can't prove it ❜

❛ No body, no crime ❜

❛ I ain't letting up until the day I die ❜

❛ I've cleaned enough houses to know how to cover up a scene ❜

❛ They think I did it but they just can't prove it ❜

❛ I wasn't letting up until the day he died ❜

happiness

❛ I see this for what it is ❜

❛ I was dancing when the music stopped ❜

❛ In the disbelief I can't face reinvention ❜

❛ I haven't met the new me yet ❜

❛ There'll be happiness after you ❜

❛ I would've loved you for a lifetime ❜

❛ When did your winning smile begin to look like a smirk? ❜

❛ When did all our lessons start to look like weapons pointed at my deepest hurt? ❜

❛ I can't see facts through all of my fury ❜

❛ You haven't met the new me yet ❜

❛ There'll be happiness after me ❜

❛ There is happiness in our history ❜

❛ I can't make it go away by making you a villain ❜

❛ I pulled your body into mine every goddamn night now I get fake niceties ❜

❛ No one teaches you what to do when a good man hurts you, and you know you hurt him too ❜

dorothea

❛ Do you ever stop and think about me? ❜

❛ I got nothing but well wishes for ya ❜

❛ This place is the same as it ever was ❜

❛ It's never too late to come back to my side ❜

❛ Are you still the same soul? ❜

❛ Are you still the same soul? I met under the bleachers ❜

❛ They all wanna be ya ❜

coney island

❛ If I can't relate to you anymore then who am I related to? ❜

❛ Did I close my fist around something delicate? ❜

❛ Did I shatter you? ❜

❛ Sorry for not making you my centerfold ❜

❛ Lost again with no surprises ❜

❛ It gets colder and colder when the sun goes down ❜

❛ What's a lifetime of achievement? ❜

❛ I pushed you to the edge but you were too polite to leave me ❜

❛ Do you miss the rogue who coaxed you into paradise and left you there? ❜

❛ Will you forgive my soul? ❜

❛ Will you forgive my soul when you're too wise to trust me and too old to care? ❜

❛ Sorry for not winning you an arcade ring ❜

❛ Close your eyes ❜

❛ Did I leave you hanging every single day? ❜

❛ Did I paint your bluest skies the darkest gray? ❜

❛ When I got into the accident the sight that flashed before me was your face ❜

❛ The sight that flashed before me was your face when the sun goes down ❜

ivy

❛ Your touch brought forth an incandescent glow ❜

❛ My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand ❜

❛ Your opal eyes are all I wish to see ❜

❛ I'd live and die for moments that we stole ❜

❛ It's a violent blaze in the dark and you started it ❜

❛ It's the fiercest fight of my life and you started it ❜

❛ You started it ❜

cowboy like me

❛ Dancing is a dangerous game ❜

❛ I'm never gonna love again ❜

❛ I've got some tricks up my sleeve ❜

❛ Takes one to know one ❜

❛ Never wanted love, just a fancy car ❜

❛ I could be the way forward ❜

❛ You're a bandit like me ❜

❛ Never thought I'd meet you here ❜

❛ It could be love ❜

❛ You're a cowboy like me ❜

❛ I know I'll pay for it ❜

❛ Forever is the sweetest con ❜

long story short

❛ I tried to pick my battles til the battle picked me ❜

❛ I fell from the pedestal ❜

❛ Long story short, it was a bad time ❜

❛ Long story short, it was the wrong guy ❜

❛ Now I'm all about you ❜

❛ I'm all about you ❜

❛ I always felt I must look better in the rear view ❜

❛ When I dropped my sword, I threw it in the bushes and knocked on your door ❜

❛ But if someone comes at us, this time I'm ready ❜

❛ No more keeping score ❜

❛ I just know there's more ❜

❛ I wanna tell you not to get lost in these petty things ❜

❛ He feels like home ❜

❛ Long story short, I survived ❜

marjorie

❛ Never be so kind, you forget to be clever ❜

❛ Never be so clever, you forget to be kind ❜

❛ What died didn't stay dead ❜

❛ Never be so polite, you forget your power ❜

❛ Never wield such power, you forget to be polite ❜

❛ The autumn chill that wakes me up ❜

closure

❛ It's been a long time ❜

❛ Seeing the shape of your name still spells out pain ❜

❛ It wasn't right the way it all went down ❜

❛ Yes, I got your letter ❜

❛ Yes, I'm doing better ❜

❛ It cut deep to know ya, right to the bone ❜

❛ I know that it's over ❜

❛ I don't need your "closure" ❜

❛ Don't treat me like some situation that needs to be handled ❜

❛ I'm fine with my spite ❜

❛ I know I'm just a wrinkle in your new life ❜

❛ You’re reaching out across the sea that you put between you and me ❜ but it's fake and it's so unnecessary ❜

evermore

❛ I've been down since July ❜

❛ I replay my footsteps on each stepping stone trying to find the one where I went wrong. ❜

❛ I was catching my breath, staring out an open window ❜

❛ I had a feeling so peculiar that this pain would be for evermore ❜

❛ I can't remember what I used to fight for ❜

❛ Can't think of all the cost and all the things that will be lost now ❜

❛ When I was shipwrecked I thought of you ❜

❛ In the cracks of light I dreamed of you ❜

❛ In the cracks of light I dreamed of you and it was real enough to get me through ❜

❛ I had a feeling so peculiar that this pain wouldn't be for evermore ❜

#rp meme #rp memes #rp prompts #ask meme #Ask memes

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peach-pops · 4 years

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Famous S/O HC

This is very self-indulgent cause I’m the type to make up fake scenarios where I’m famous and going on interviews and press tours asfjdks. If you guys want, I’ll make more of these! Oikawa+Tsukishima underneath the cut!

How The Haikyuu Boys Find out that You’re Famous

-Bokuto- (Pro-Athlete)

Bokuto knew you were an athlete but he had NO IDEA that you were super famous. Like he always thought it was normal for people to come up to you after your game to ask for pictures or autographs ???

I mean that’s why he was so drawn to you because of how much passion you had for your said sport cause duh he could relate

One day when you two were out at the mall, he told you that he needed to get new shoes to work out in and so the two of you went into the Nike store so he could look around

He was looking through the shoe aisle and after almost two hours of looking through the same shelves, he finally found a pair he liked (shopping with him is so time-consuming but that’s for a different day)

when he found a pair he liked, the two of you made your way to the cashier to pay for his shoes. As the cashier was ringing Bokuto up, his eyes traveled up to the large poster/banner that was directly behind the cashier’s area and smiled to himself

It was a colorful promotional banner with a bunch of top athletes from around the world and as he’s looking at the banner, he sees this girl and he nudged you like,” Babe, she looks like you!”

You look up from your phone and sure enough, you’re plastered on the wall posing with other athletes

“ Oh yeah, I didn’t think this shoot would come out until next month.”

Bokuto didn’t even process what you just said but my dude behind the cash register stopped scanning the shoes to turn his head to the banner and he turned PALE.

He even does a double-take cause hold up, is there seriously a pro athlete in front of him?

“ Oh my god...You’re Y/N L/N!”

“ How do you know my…” Bokuto furrowed his eyebrows and looked at the banner again and he even squinted like hold up

AND IT ALL SUDDENLY CLICKS FOR HIM

“ Y/N? That’s you!”

“ Yeah-”

Bokuto can’t even believe it and he totally spaced out when you take a selfie with the guy behind the register with the banner in the background like UMMM HIS GIRLFRIEND IS FAMOUS WHAAAAAA

“ YOU’RE ON A NIKE POSTER OH MY GOD! LOOK YOU’RE ON THIS MAGAZINE WHA-”

Dude is totally making a scene in this store but he does not give a single fuck

As he’s walking you back home, he’s looking up all of your stats and even watches a compilation called “ 100 times Y/N L/N was a beast!” and he’s just shooketh

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE A FREAKING PRO ATHLETE??”

“ I didn’t think it was a big deal I mean, you’re pretty famous too babe.”

“ I DON’T HAVE A PROMOTIONAL BANNER WITH NIKE!”

He’s not salty at all he’s just a bit emo cause he felt bad that he never even noticed before

As your fame grows, so does Bokuto’s with his volleyball career. You and him are described as a powerhouse couple and it really hypes the two of you up like THE POWER YALL POSSESS TOGETHER ON AND OFF THE COURT/FIELD/WHATEVER

Lots of training together and joint interviews together like Wired autocomplete or your favorite ~THIRST TWEETS~

“ ~Bokuto could spike a volleyball in my face, crack my nose in two different places, and I’d thank him~ oh my god that’s horrible I would never do that.”

“ I mean, you’ve done it before haven’t you?”

“ That was different anyway, your turn Y/N!”

*passes that clunky ass bucket*

“ ~Y/N L/N, please tie me up and- oh my god this is too dirty I can’t! My mom will watch this!”

If you’re a pro volleyball player, you two get compared a lot and it bugged you at first since you felt like you two were two very different in terms of playing style but after a while, you both started to encourage the idea of your own playful rivalries like comparing stats and wins

But if you’re in a different sport, you two get asked questions like who’s sport is harder or what it would be like if you two switched sports like??? But because you two are in different fields, you both have such major respect for each other cause you can’t even imagine how much hard work it is

He absolutely does not mind it at all when fans approach you two if you guys are on a date. He knows how important your relationship with fans are, especially if they’re younger girls who look up to you as a role model

Bokuto will fall in love with you all over again whenever you crouch down to a younger fan ughhhghgh

He doesn’t care for the paparazzi to be honest. he knows it comes with the territory but he will get a bit protective if they start to get too close to you

“ Hey, we’re just trying to get back home so just let us through please,” but if it continues, he will not give a single fuck about being nice,” dude, what did I just say? Back off!”

Mad!bokuto will be the death of me

He knows how stressful it is being a pro athlete but he will always remind you how proud he is of you and if he ever sees you overworking, he will make sure you take a day off even if that means just napping together all day

Long story short, Bokuto would be amazing to have by your side as you’re navigating being in the public eye and you may quote me on that

-Oikawa- (Actress)

This attention whore I swear

So Oikawa knows that you act but he doesn’t know that you’re an actress (which is basically the same thing)

Like as a kid you were in commercials and you had a small role in a tv show but it wasn’t like it was super popular.

But what Oikawa didn’t know was that a couple months before you two started dating, you were flown out to America to star in an upcoming and highly anticipated movie

since you were under a contract, you weren’t allowed to talk about it until the trailer dropped and it ate away at you because all you wanted to do was tell people especially your boyfriend

ANYWAY He decided to take you on a date to the movie theatre and as you two were getting popcorn, these girls came up to you two

“ Hi! Is it okay if we can get a picture with you?”

“Of course, how could I ever turn down my lovely fans-”

“ No, not you, Y/N!”

Oikawa is just flabbergasted as the girls hand their phone to him so he can take a photo of you with your fans he deadass thinks it’s some prank

After the girls left, he gave you a weird-ass gaze and asked you what that was about but you just shrugged and told him that maybe it was because of ur mini part in that one tv show

So he thinks nothing about it and teased you that it was so cute how you had a mini fanbase and you weren’t going to lie, it was pretty freaking cool

You guys entered your theatre and got settled into your seats as the movie trailers started to play.

(Oikawa loves watching trailers like this dude is the type to take you 45 minutes before the movie actually begins JUST to make sure he doesn’t miss anything)

As you’re chilling in your seat, you see the trailer to your movie so you do your best to keep your eyes on your boyfriend and the screen at the same time cause you want to see his reaction

The trailer plays and Oikawa seemed to be interested in the movie but again, it’s like any normal trailer UNTIL he hears your voice coming from the screen and he immediately sits up in his seat

“ Wait- was that your voice?”

“ My voice?”

“ Nevermind, I think I’m going crazy-”

AND THEN HE SEES YOU ON THE SCREEN! Since it’s a trailer it was just about five seconds of an intense/dramatic scene but it’s enough for Oikawa to lose his mind

“ OH MY GOD THAT IS YOU!”

This prompts some people in the audience to shush him but Oikawa doesn’t care

“ OH SHUSH THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND! Y/N! THAT’S YOU!”

“ Toru oh my god yes that’s me but stop screaming or they’re gonna kick us out!” You whispered loudly as Oikawa clamped his hand over his mouth

He’s so happy and he’s beaming with pride so he pulls out his phone and records the trailer to post it in his group chat cause duh he wants to show the boys how proud he is but when he sees you kissing someone else for .6 seconds, Oikawa just (ㆆ_ㆆ) and stops recording

“ Are you okay babe?”

“ Was that real or CGI?”

“ The building crumbling is all CGI-”

“ No...the kiss.”

THIS DUMBASS LMAO HE’S SO SALTY AND JEALOUS

“ Why didn’t you tell me you were this good?”

“ I- I was always this good! But I couldn’t say anything, I’m under a contract!”

“ But you could’ve told me! I wouldn’t have told a soul!”

That’s a whole ass lie, if he knew, he would’ve bragged about it to Iwaizumi

But foreal, Oikawa is such a supportive boyfriend like as months pass and your following gets bigger, he just gushes cause yep that’s his famous girlfriend ( he will 100% use you sometimes for clout)

this dude LOVES bragging to his friends that he’s dating a famous actress. Like he was always showing you off and hyping you up before but it gives him such an ego boost when people find out the two of you are dating

Oikawa is an attention whore like I said so you know whenever the paparazzi appears, he eats it up and will pose which is SOO embarrassing like pls why do u do this

But there are some days where you don’t want to get recognized and he 100% understands so the two of you will wear disguises as to not get recognized. One time you two ended up getting caught so he just grabbed your hand and the two of you SPRINTED back to the subway

He will have all of your movies on DVD and if your movie is on a streaming service, he will buy a membership JUST so he can watch your movie

Sometimes you’ll come over to his house and he’ll always try to make you watch your movie for the millionth time

“ Toru, can we please watch something else?”

“ But my extremely talented and beautiful girlfriend is in this movie why would I watch anything but this?”

Don’t be fooled he WILL skip through any kissing scenes or scenes where your character shows any type of affection to another character

LOVESSS tagging along with you to photoshoots, interviews, red carpet events ALL OF IT

Red carpet events give him a chance to dress up and lowkey his outfit is always one of the best there. He won’t outshine you per se but fans actually look forward to see what he’ll be wearing and he’s not even in any of the movies I-

Your schedule gets pretty busy once your career takes off and even though there are certain time periods where you’re across the world, it won’t stop him from sending huge bouquets to your set

Basically, Oikawa is such a supportive boyfriend and is overall so proud of how you managed to juggle your studies with your acting career 10/10 best boy

-Tsukishima- ( Musician/Singer)

You and Tsuki had only been dating for a bit and since it was all still new, he kept it on the down-low because the last thing he needed was his teammates pestering him about a girl

Tsuki knew you liked to sing and write songs but you never told him about how well known you were simply because he never asked

He just assumed it was a side thing for you UNTIL he showed up to practice and some of his teammates were huddled around Noya watching something on his tablet

“ Move your elbow! I can’t see-”

“ Watch your hand-”

“ Shush! I can’t hear her-”

“ What are you idiots watching?” Tsuki asked as he craned his neck to look at the screen

No one answered him so he started to watch the music video and low and behold, your face popped up on screen singing along to your lyrics that he’s heard a million times

Tsuki is a bit taken aback cause why is his girlfriend in such a high production video and why is his heart feeling some type of way seeing you in that outfit

Like lemme just take off my glasses and see that again ( •_•)>⌐■-■

” Where did you guys get that video?”

“ What do you mean, it’s online? She’s trending right now-”

“ God all of her songs are so good I want to see her live-”

“ I can’t believe she goes to school with us-”

“ I wish she would step on me-”

“ Hey, don’t talk about my girlfriend like that,” Tsuki said dryly as he glares at the back of Noya’s head, which prompted everyone to turn around

“ You’re dating Y/N L/N? Ha! That’s funny Tsuki!” Tanaka laughed as he slapped Tsuki in the back harshly

At first, even Tsuki was questioning himself like wait, is he even sure you’re dating? cause this girl in the music video was NOT the same girl he was on the phone with last night

If you had asked Tsuki 10 seconds ago if he would ever reveal to the guys he was dating someone, he would say helllll no but now that he knew about this, he didn’t care about keeping the relationship a secret especially if they were thirsting over his girl

He had all the proof in the world that he was dating you but took the salty approach to prove it to them. He pulled out his phone and shot you a text even though you were in class

Tsuki: Come to the gym right now

Y/N: is everything ok?

Tsuki: just come quickly

You left your class to “use the restroom” and practically rushed to the gym thinking that something was wrong with your boyfriend. You slid into the gym, causing the boys to look up from the tablet and you ignored their shocked faces

“ Where’s Tsukishima?”

The boys slowly did a doubletake from the music video back to you to make sure they were seeing correctly and even though you were a bit embarrassed to hear your song playing in the background, you were just worried about Tsuki

Tsuki walked out to you from behind the guys and you rushed over to him

“ Babe, what’s wrong?”

“ BABE?!”

The boys were shocked and the second years practically FAINTED in your presence

Tsuki pulled the tablet from Noya’s cold, dead hands and showed you the screen,” Care to explain this?”

“ I- Um, it’s my music video…”

“Well are you famous or something?”

“ I wouldn’t say famous…more like upcoming artist?”

And then the next week you’re a nominee for the VMA’s asjfkghdk

honestly out of Oikawa and Bokuto, he probably handles it the best on the outside, he doesn’t make too big of a deal out of your fame but on the inside he’s can’t even believe it

He doesn’t go around shouting to the world that he’s dating the Y/N L/N but he has his own ways of supporting you. He’ll listen to your songs whenever he’s walking in the hallway or doing homework at home and he’ll catch himself liking tweets that are about you as long as they’re positive

He’s def the type to argue with people online if they say mean comments and will report/block them before you can even see it

IDC how much he tries to hide it, he is deadass ur biggest fan. Tsuki will tease you about how nervous you act during interviews/award shows but he will ALWAYS go with you to ease your nerves even if he had prior plans

If you ever write a song for him, he gets SO RED AND EMBARRASSED so pls do that

Will def call you baka for doing so but deep down, he’ll fall in love with you even more cause you’re able to put into words how he feels about you

I don’t think he’ll be too comfortable with you posting about him but he knows he can’t do anything about people taking photos of the two of you out together in public

Tsuki would never be rude to your fans though like if you were recognized during a date, he wouldn’t make a fit and will take photos of you and your fans to speed the process along

He HATES HATES HATES the paparazzi’s like it’s one thing for fans to come up to you when yall are in public but he gets mad when the paparazzi harasses you with questions/pictures/comments

“ Y/N! Turn around and give a smile!”

“ Not right now, I’m sorry.”

“ Oh come on, don’t be shy! Just show the camera a little skin!”

“ How about you shut the hell up before I smack that camera out of your face.”

Head empty, no thoughts, just thinking about Mad!tsuki

It’s a big adjustment for Tsukishima that he has a girlfriend in the entertainment sphere but he knows how hard you’ve worked for it and he would never tell you to stop living your dream

Sometimes he’ll feel insecure because you’re so successful and he doesn’t want to hold you back but since he can’t imagine being without you, he just pushes those thoughts away and enjoys every minute with you

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