#& that message rly tipped me over the edge

[awkwardtickleetoo]

Ler!Sapnap Week Day 5 - Tease/Ghost Tickles

hello everyone :D i am back with another (very very very late) fic for @sleepy--anon ‘s ler!sapnap week!!!! wooooo!!!

this is for day 5’s prompt which is teases/ghost tickles!! make sure you check out the original post here, and make sure you show sleepy your love and support for putting this week together in the first place!!!

this one isn’t too crazy or anything, but i experimented a little bit with the formatting in docs and then had to try something different here, and i’ve never done anything quite like this before so i think it’s pretty cool :D hope everyone enjoys!!

orange text is sapnap’s messages, green text is dream’s messages

lee!dream, ler!sapnap, 1.8k words

enjoy :)

--

Dream’s phone screen lit up from where it laid flat on his nightstand, catching his eye as he turned away from the mini fridge he’d walked across the room to grab a bottle of water from. He twisted the lid off the bottle, picking up the phone as he took a sip, seeing that the notification had been a text from Sapnap.

hey

are you super crazy busy rn

Dream smiled, always endeared by Sapnap’s word choice, taking another sip before putting the bottle down and typing out a response.

not rly

i put all the video stuff in files but it’s too late to start editing so i’m just gonna do it tomorrow

why?

Dream sat down on the edge of his bed, placing his phone on the pillow beside him and twisting to his left, then to his right, stretching his back. He watched a new text come in, followed by more typing bubbles.

i just had a really dumb stressful meeting and i’m fucking frustrated

not like mad i just feel like i have so much pent up energy

and i really wanna come tickle you

Dream felt his stomach flip as he read the words, cold water bottle resting against his thigh and sending a chill up his spine. His thumb hovered over the keyboard, and he blinked in disbelief at his phone screen as he read the message over and over again. After almost a full minute, he formed a response.

……what

Very eloquent, if you ask him.

i want to tickle you

you should let me

Dream felt his stomach flip again, warmth spreading through his chest and nerves settling in his throat. He swallowed harshly, taking in a breath and drinking more of his water as he quickly tapped out another text.

why???

to get the energy out

???????

Dream stared at his phone, in complete disbelief and confusion at the words before him. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, unable to tell if it was from fear, anticipation, excitement, or embarrassment. He chuckled to himself, nerves sending electric shocks through his veins, making the tips of his fingers tingle as he shook the feeling out. He watched those three bubbles pop up again, and he pushed himself back further on his bed to sit cross-legged as a response came in.

cmoooonnnn

you know you love it

i do not!

shut up!!

don’t lie

i’m sure you’re loving this too

i’m sure you’re already getting goosebumps

sapnap

and you can feel the excitement already running through you

sapnap.

and the nerves too huh

oh i’m sure you already have those nervous giggles don’t you aww :((

sapnap!

Dream took in a deep breath, looking up at the ceiling above him and exhaling slowly. His chest felt tight, and he shook out his tingling hands before pressing his knuckles against his cheeks to check their temperature– to his dismay, they were already burning hot, though he could feel that before he even touched them. A surge of warmth quickly spread through his whole body, the tingles in his hands growing stronger with the quickly forming butterflies in his stomach.

yes cutie?

stop it

please

but i don’t wanna :(

Dream couldn’t help but chuckle at the response, always entertained by Sapnap’s form of teasing, biting his lip to stop more giggles from falling, a soft whine escaping instead.

you can’t just

god sap

you can’t do that

but it’s so funnnn to mess with you

and you’re so cute :((

shut UP oh my god

so can i please come tickle you??

pleeeease :(

Dream would be lying if he said he didn’t hesitate.

He scoffed, squirming where he sat, uncrossing his legs just to cross them the other way, rubbing his palm over his knee and pressing his fingertips into the material of his pajama pants. His toes curled underneath him, and he switched between sitting straight up and leaning over to look down at his phone screen.

no!!

shut up no you cannot

fuck off

dreamie :(

wait

i know how to convince you :)

Dream watched in fear as the three bubbles disappeared, waiting approximately three seconds in stunned silence before he realized what that implied.

what

what are you doing

what does that mean what are you gonna do

sap please

whatever it is just

don’t do it

“Fuck…” He whispered to himself when he received no response, looking around anxiously, his entire body tense as he waited to hear the tell-tale sounds of footsteps approaching his bedroom door. He waited, and waited… and waited…

But they never came.

He glanced down at his phone, just as a new message came in.

A voice memo. It was a voice memo.

He was fucked.

no

i’m not listening to that

yes you are

sapnap.

play it <3

Dream whined again, breaking off into a groan as he shook his head and rubbed his palms against his thighs. He took in another breath, falling into the nervous giggles that Sapnap predicted so accurately, dropping his head into his hands and peeking through his fingers as he shakily pressed play. He squeezed his eyes shut, covering his face with his hand, lowering his phone volume and holding the speaker up close to his ear so he could hear.

“Alright, handsome, here’s how this is gonna work,” Sapnap’s voice played through the audio, nonchalant as he spoke, but his tone was still stern and matter of fact.

“Oh, god,” Dream groaned, curling in on himself more, biting his lip as he pulled his knees up to hide his face there instead.

“I’m gonna send you this, and then I’m gonna head up to your room, and by the time I get up there, I can promise you’ll be begging me to tickle you.”

“Oh my god…” Dream said with a gasp, covering his mouth with his hand, his entire body buzzing with anticipation, curling his toes against the sheets below him once more. His phone went silent, after a small chuckle from Sapnap came through, and he turned it around to see that the audio had ended. His hands shook as he went to type out another response, his fingers unsure of their own words.

this is stupid

i hate you

leave me alone

Just as he sent those, another voice memo came through, slightly longer this time. Dream whimpered, a pout spreading across his face against his own will, shaking his head and looking up at the ceiling above him. He could feel the tingling sensation spreading further through his body, through his chest and arms and legs, making it nearly impossible to bite his lip hard enough to hold in his giggles. He covered his face with his hands and threw his head back, trying to regulate his breathing enough to calm his nerves down.

Needless to say, it didn’t work very well.

no more

please

you can’t do this

listen to it dreamie

it’s okay

Dream groaned again, assuming the same hiding position as he hit play on the new voice memo.

“I’m sure you’re already feeling those ghost tickles too,” Sapnap teased through the audio, and Dream gasped and shook his head at how well Sapnap knew how he felt, curls swaying against his forehead. “I’m sure they’re swirling all around your tummy right now, that’s where they always get you most, huh?”

“St–“ Dream stuttered to himself, turning his head away from his phone as if Sapnap was already in the room with him, teasing him in person instead.

“Now, like I said before, I’m gonna come to your room, and– y’know what? I’ll actually be nice, because I really do just wanna wind down and get all cozy and giggly with you, and I know you love that stuff too–“

“Fuck,” Dream whispered as Sapnap spoke, feeling the warmth spread through his chest and across his face once again, the fluttery feeling in his tummy growing even stronger.

He had to admit, it did sound nice after all this.

“–so I won’t even make you ask… I am gonna tease you to no end still, though, but you knew that already,” Sapnap said with a small giggle, and Dream couldn’t help but giggle as well. “Anyway, hope you’re prepared, because by the time you’re done listening to this I’m probably already on my way.”

“Wh–!” Dream yelped, whipping his phone around to see the audio end, and he stared at his bedroom door for a few seconds in fear. He scoffed in fake offense, rolling his eyes and typing out a message.

you’re ridiculous

you know that, right?

Instead of a response, the top Dream’s phone screen lit up with Sapnap’s contact information, the photo of Sapnap and Patches he had set as his photo staring back at him.

Sapnap was calling him now.

He let it ring for a few seconds, tapping the banner to bring the call full screen, before hitting accept and slowly raising the phone to his ear.

“…Hello?” Dream began, voice quiet and nervous.

“Hey, sweetheart!” Sapnap said, voice overly chipper and enthusiastic. Dream swallowed against the lump in his throat when he heard a door close on the other end of the call. “How are you feeling?”

“Sapnap…” Dream mumbled, anxiously twirling the drawstring of his pajama pants around his pointer finger, looking off to the side to try to compose himself.

“What’s wrong, Dreamie?” Sapnap asked softly, as if he was speaking to a scared animal, and Dream would be lying if he said the tone didn’t help him relax, at least a tiny bit.

“You know…”

“Awww, honey,” Sapnap cooed, making Dream groan and cover his face with his free hand. “Are you nervous?”

“Mhm…” Dream nodded, even though no one was there to see it.

“Aw, Dream,” Sapnap cooed more, and Dream could practically hear the pout on his face, making him groan again. “It’ll be okay, you know I’ll be nice to you, right?”

“I do, but still,” Dream explained, switching his focus to picking at a thread on his comforter that had suddenly become the most interesting thing in the world.

“Yeah, I know, you’re just wound up, huh?”

“Mhm,” Dream replied without thinking, making Sapnap chuckle on the other end.

“It’s okay, Dream. You don’t have to wait much longer.

“Wh…” Dream began, looking up at his door as he heard the long awaited footsteps growing closer and closer. “Why– why do you say that?”

“Take a wild guess,” Sapnap replied, and before Dream had the chance to entertain the idea, there was a knock at his bedroom door, making him gasp and squeal and the pit in his stomach feel like it had dropped ten stories. He couldn’t hold in his giggles anymore, gripping his phone tighter as the door opened and Sapnap walked in, a thrilled smile on his face as he continued laughing along with Dream. “There’s my baby boy.”

“Noho, go away!” Dream shook his head, placing one hand over his stomach as he felt the ghost tickles running rampant over his skin. He watched as Sapnap smiled sweetly at him, ending their call and placing his phone in his pocket.

“Alright,” He began. “Let’s get started.”

[dangerliesbeforeyou]

the fact that jongdae’s message is him apologising for, u know, living his fucking LIFE, and also taking the time to thank us all for loving him & some bitches are still out here hating on him cos he’s not gonna date them or some shit??? he owes us NOTHING but he’s still being the gracious & sweet guy he has ALWAYS been, despite being barraged with hate from inconsiderate “fans” is complete bullshit tbqh

[adoringjensen]

Legit just just hurt my shoulder by laying on that hard, bunched up corner of my pillow (u know what I'm talking about) and started crying. So I guess u could say it's that kind of night.

[rationalisms]

hi charlie. i know this is a pretty pathetic message to send to someone but do you have any tips on making friends? i have really bad social anxiety and so am really struggling with it. i was hoping you would have some tips because you've given me good advice before and seem to have an easy time getting along with people? feel free ignore this if this is a creepy or weird thing to receive. thank you and i hope you have a good weekend. x

aw dude it’s not pathetic at all :(( that’s something a lot of people struggle with and it’s ttly fine to reach out for help! ik society makes it seem like we’re just supposed to know all the rules for social stuff instinctively but this stuff is rly hard, especially once u leave the more regimented day to day of school/uni. 

unfortunately idk if i’m the best person to ask rly bc i actually don’t have an easy time getting along with ppl at all. partly bc i also have p bad anxiety around social stuff and partly bc most ppl find me strange and offputting lol. 

i’ve basically just been rly rly rly lucky that other more brave/outgoing ppl made the first move so it feels like any advice i can give is inherently phony bc i don’t follow it myself lol :(

idk what your life situation is like and obv the pandemic complicates things but i feel like it’s always easier to bond with people when there’s some pre-determined common ground already so you’re not treading completely blind. are there any hobbies you have that you think you’d have fun bonding over? art/writing, a sport, games, knitting, etc. you could see whether there’s any local groups for that and whether they’re doing online meet-ups right now. maybe not immediately meeting in person might even make it easier?  even something like a book club might be fun if you can’t think of anything specific. 

otherwise my advice would be to just... not try to Force it? like don’t go in with the expectation that the End Goal of this is to find your life long best friend and anything short of that is a failure. it’s rly easy to slip into that mindset when you’re already anxious or on edge, at least for me, but in my experience treating every social interaction like it’s a friendship audition really just makes it worse, both because you’re putting an immense amount of pressure on yourself that’ll just make everything harder and because that really easily leads to behaviour that isn’t actually conductive to that. i.e. being a yes man, coming on overly strong or pushy, becoming a doormat because you think favours will get you there quicker, etc. it’s ok if it takes a while! and even just making a casual acquaintance is an accomplishment and can help you practice your social skills. 

idk that i rly have anything useful to say i’m sorry :(( i rly hope that things are easier for you soon. sending love

[zayashmaya]

Gods and Monsters - 7 - Love.

Marvus x Reader ll Tagora x Reader; SFWish (mention of pailing in the beginning)

More chapters here!

You meet Marvus’s lusus, and Tagora handles you in typical Tagora fashion.

this chapter was inspired by the most magnificent set of tweets to ever exist, as well as my partner in crime @compositecreature :3

Look at you kids, you know you're the coolest 

The world is yours and you can't refuse it 

Seen so much, you could get the blues 

But that don't mean that you should abuse it 

Though it's enough just to make you go crazy, crazy, crazy 

But you get ready, you get all dressed up 

To go nowhere in particular 

Back to work or the coffee shop It don't matter because it's enough 

To be young and in love

- Lana Del Rey

Bathtime was calling for your filthy body.

You had been eager to see the ocean, but something steered you towards sleep instead. The night had been rife with cat-fights and debauchery, and when you caught a glimpse of the enormous ablution trap, you were hit with a wave of exhaustion that drained you of any motivation to visit the beach.

Marvus was busying himself with removing his jewelry while you turned on the shower spray, letting the water heat up on its own as you padded over to him. You took it upon yourself to wet a nearby wash cloth with the intention to clean off his facepaint. As you stood on your tip toes and struggled to reach over the sink, Marvus grinned and taunted you for your height.

“Ain’t got no ladders round here babe, u gonna b climbin me like a tree to get anywhere.”

“Hilarious. How’s the weather up there, by the way?”

“Feelin a lil chilly axxually, mite need a warm rusty to help me w dat.”

You rolled your eyes and smiled, wringing out excess water from the cloth. Marvus looked down at you with a teasing smirk, and it might have looked attractive if not for the comical mess on his face.

“You look like an abstract painting,” you snarked and patted the countertop. “Get me up on here so I can clean that paint off you.”

Marvus quirked a brow at your command, yet obliged you all the same, sitting you down before him and patiently letting you run the wet cloth along his face. You dug your fingers into his mussed up hair to keep it out of the way, focusing diligently on your task while Marvus watched you with amusement.

The paint gradually gave way to neutral gray, and even his eyebrows darkened to their natural black color. You finished off your task with one last swipe along the long, graceful arch of his nose, silently admiring how long his lashes appeared while he kept his eyes closed.

You realized you were staring, much to your embarrassment.

“All done,” you weakly said, tossing the dirtied cloth into the sink, scooting closer to the edge of the countertop in preparation for absconding from this intimate proximity, until you noticed the dark circles under his eyes. You reached out to run a thumb along the evidence of his exhaustion. “Look at this … don’t tell me you’re overworking yourself."

A flash of hesitation flashed across his face. Yet it was gone as quick as it had appeared, replaced with his normal easygoing demeanor. He gently grasped your wrist and moved your questing touch away. “Ain’t nethin to worry bout,” he said, pressing a kiss to your fingertips.

“Liar,” you asserted, stubbornly glaring at him. “I got rid of the facepaint, and yet it seems you’re still hiding behind a mask. You’re lying, and I know it.”

Yet again you managed to shock him into a state of silence, his eyes wide and focused on you during your short tirade. “Damn mama u rly gunna roast me like that?”

“Damn straight.” You took back your hand and crossed your arms, entirely unintimidated by how much larger than you he still was, his arms on either side of you as he leaned over you. “If that’s what it takes to get some honesty out of you.”

“Whoaaa, i don’t remember the last time sumone talked to me this way. 'Specially not a lowblood.” His hands found their way to your hips, and he grinned at you with hooded eyes. “Dat shit b hot, like some kinda pale porn feelz jam. U gettin freaky w me rite now, babe?”

You covered your eyes momentarily and sighed. “No, Marvus. This isn’t a solicitation.”

“Aww :o( “

“Look, all I’m saying is, I notice these things about you. And if there’s no one around to tell you to take better care of yourself, then it may as well be me.”

“Oooh? ;o) “

”Not pale porn.”

“Now who b lyin … “

You were starting to feel a blush bloom across your cheeks. “What did I say about teasing me?” you murmured, bashfully looking away while he pulled you closer to him. With his handsome sculpted body in sight, you were quickly reminded that a platonic relationship with Marvus was out of the question. “Besides,” you continued, sliding your hands up the wide expanse of his chest towards his neck to tilt his face towards you. “ — would a moirail do this?”

You brought him down to your level and planted your lips on his, coaxing his mouth open with a teasing lick as he hummed into the kiss. He effortlessly gathered you in his arms while you made out and brought you both under the running shower spray, reluctantly letting you break off the kiss when you reminded him that you were still filthy.

Everything had been chaste enough, for the first few minutes. You managed to get your hair rinsed and pointedly avoided staring at Marvus’s gorgeous body. The same could not be said for him, however. It all started with his hip bumping against yours as he reached over to grab a bottle, and an offer to help you wash off with something that looked like a mix of a giant beetle and a loofa.

Innocent touches soon led to full-blown groping — you just knew Marvus wouldn’t be able to resist — and eventually you found yourself pressed up against the shower wall with his bulge pumping slowly into your sensitive cunt, overstimulated and yet still craving more of him.

By the time you were clean and swaying on your feet like a sleep-deprived child, Marvus had insisted you stay for the night — or rather, the day — and you couldn’t find the energy to fight him on his impeccable hospitality. So you thanked him with a tired smile and huddled up in the corner of the couch, adorned with a fluffy towel and ready to pass out the moment your head hit the cushion. But Marvus crouched down in front of you with a stupefied expression, and asked, "The fxxk ya doin, baby?”

“Um … going to sleep?”

He blinked at you, still not understanding. “Iz dis a human thang? Sleepin on a couch?”

“Technically we sleep on beds — not that you’d know what that is.”

“Well i ain’t got any o that shiz but i got a slammin cocoon so.” You let out a startled yelp as he scooped you up in his arms. “U coming w me, lil mama.”

And that was how you ended up falling asleep atop Marvus’s very inviting bosom, smiling contently as the sopor slime soothed your aches away.

-

Marvus had a busy schedule the following day, so unfortunately he was gone by the time you woke up. You blearily rubbed your eyes and stretched, letting loose all the tension in your frame as you looked out to see the sun’s last rays disappearing behind the horizon. Seems like he really doesn’t get that much rest if leaving before sundown was a regular thing for him.

You took a quick moment to freshen up in the bathroom, and after one final glance at the painting tainted with Marvus’s genetic material, you began lazily scooping up your scattered clothing and redressed. The weight of your palmhusk stashed away in a discrete pocket reminded you to check your messages, and sure enough, you had quite a few of them.

Stelsa had texted you about her safe return last night as promised, Chixie hit you up with an invite to a show later, and Marvus sent his apologies for not being able to stick around.

— couldn’t wake u up cuz u were lookin too cute but there’s food downstairs if u want

— n i got a guy parked outside to take u anywhere

— b seein u sumtime soon bby thx fr the amazing time ;o)

You smiled shyly to yourself, hoping that he truly wanted to see you again.

Your good mood promptly disappeared when you realized you had several texts and missed calls from Tagora. You knew exactly what he wanted from you, and you were too hungry to deal with it right now.

Stashing away your palmhusk for later, you made your way downstairs and spent a few minutes looking around the spacious floor for the kitchen. The clicks of your heels echoed through the hallway as you wandered, glancing into spare rooms and admiring the beautiful graffiti decorating the walls.

One particular room caught your eye — a shimmer of aquamarine blue in your periphery steered you inside, and you were met with a gigantic in-ground pool that curved beyond a translucent wall fixture, forming a long U-shape. To the right was a spectacular view of what you believed to be a portion of the backyard deck, the entire wall replaced with floor-to-ceiling window panes. The moonlight from outside filtered into the room, illuminating the glistening pool water to an ethereal color.

It was stunning, to say the least. You kneeled at the edge of the pool and gently dipped your fingertips into the water. The temperature was lukewarm and pleasant, stirring up the urge to take a swim. Maybe you could coerce Marvus the next time you visited his hive.

As you pondered on the future, something seemed to bump against your fingertips. You furrowed your brow and felt around for the obstruction, feeling something smooth and uniform taking shape.

The strange object pushed gently against your touch, moving higher and higher until something white emerged from the water. You quickly retracted your hand and leaned over to get a closer look —

And the water bursted upward like a geyser, splashing you as you fell back onto your ass with an indignant shriek. You protected your face with your hands and curled inward, fearing what horrors you managed to rile up in the depths of this pool.

A loud chitter soon followed, and when you lowered your shaking hands, you were suddenly face to face with a white dolphin, its razor sharp teeth on display as its gaping maw puffed air inches away from you.

You let loose a scream and scuttled backwards from the creature, losing your grip on the wet floor and careening onto your side.

The dolphin chirped at you and tilted its head as you came down from your panicked breathing. You stared back at it, wide-eyed and frozen in fear, until you realized that the beast was actually smiling at you, bobbing innocently in the water and patiently waiting for your next move.

Mirthful Messiahs, this was Marvus’s lusus!

You clambered onto hands and knees and crawled back to the dolphin, hoping you looked every bit as pathetic as you felt. “Oh my gosh that was so rude of me I’m so sorry! It’s so nice to meet you my name is — “

You were cut off by a jovial chirp, and the lusus bumped his snout on your forehead. Thank goodness, he didn’t appear to be as horrid as Zebruh’s custodian. Judging by how kind Marvus was, you always assumed his lusus would have led by example. You giggled and carefully petted his head.

“I hope I didn’t frighten you — “ The dolphin let loose a string of eek eek eek’s and shook his head. “ — no, please, don’t be sorry, I reacted like an idiot. I’m a friend of Marvus’s, by the way! Maybe he told you already?”

“Eek eek! Eeeee!” Another nose bump, followed by a nuzzle to your cheek.

You cupped your cheek and blushed. “I’ll take that as a good sign … “ Your conversation was cut short by a low grumbling, and you peevishly smiled. “Do you mind pointing me to the kitchen? I accidentally wandered in here because I got lost.”

The lusus nodded, and instead of tipping his head toward a direction, he slowly emerged from the water’s depths. You stood up and backed away to give him some room, and you nearly gasped at how enormous he was. Sure enough, the lusus was a dolphin, and yet he sported a pair of dinosaur-like back legs that allowed him to stand upright, trailing his tail behind him as he offered a flipper to you.

You smiled gratefully and held onto the proffered flipper as the lusus led you out of the room, stopping briefly for a moment so he could show you were the spare towels were stored away. You grabbed one on the way out and wiped yourself down as you let him guide you, eyeing the trail of water the lusus left in his wake and wondered if it was okay to leave it all over the floor like that.

The kitchen was as grand as the rest of the hive, a circular space with a towering ceiling from which hung a massive chandelier, its multicolored crystalline lights casting rainbow beams everywhere they could. Everything was as large as Marvus said it would be, but thankfully his lusus caught on to your short stature, and took over the task of getting you well-fed. Within minutes you had a whole five course meal set out in front of you at the table, and you couldn’t stop thanking the kind dolphin with tears in your eyes before he ruffled your hair with a flipper and trilled a happy tune.

When was the last time you had this much food at your disposal? Your heart swelled with love for your generous friends as you stuffed your face with questionable meats, deciding that the delicious taste outweighed their strange appearance. The lusus kept you company all the while, sitting across the table from you and chowing down on some sort of large aquatic animal laid out on a giant dish.

You spent your breakfast in amicable discussion, regaling him with tales of your adventures, your worries about the future, and your ever-growing homesickness. You don’t know why, but you felt like you could trust this dolphin with anything. In turn, he eek'd up a storm of stories about Marvus as a wiggler, and how good of a child he had been. You realized, then, how suitable a dolphin was for Marvus — his lusus chirped with as much flare and gusto as the showman, waving his flippers around and smiling all the while. Two whimsical yet powerful individuals. A match made in heaven.

Unfortunately, the time to leave had come. You didn’t want to overstay your welcome.

Marvus’s lusus seemed disappointed by your announcement, and you imagined he might feel lonely in this mansion all by himself, considering how often Marvus had to go on tour or do other work-related things. You helped the dolphin place the empty dishes by the sink and hugged him tight, marveling at how he was just as cold to the touch as Marvus was.

“I promise I’ll come visit you the next time Marvus invites me over,” you murmured into his soft belly, and you were rewarded with a pat to your head. The palmhusk vibrated in your pocket, startling you out of your hazy comfort and reminding you that you had a certain tealblood to attend to.

As the lusus waddled you over to the front door, you looked up at him and noted how sad and quiet he had gotten. “Hey,” you called out, lightly tugging on his flipper. “Why don’t we take a picture together to show Marvus we met?”

Your idea was met with joyous chirps, and as the lusus crouched down to your level, you snapped a ridiculous amount of selfies from all angles, choosing one where you were both sticking out your tongues. You sent it to Marvus and typed:

— i met your lusus, he’s so cute!!

— and he told me to tell you he says hi.

— so in his own words, i say to you, “eek eek!"

You paused and quickly added:

— i had a wonderful time last night too.

And left it at that, because as much as you wanted to pour your heart and thank him for being so selfless and understanding in light of your self-consciousness, you did not want to come off as desperate. Sometimes it had to be like that. Even with him.

-

You were settled in inside a cab as you drove straight for Tagora’s hive, scrolling through the texts he had sent you with increasing anxiety.

— Please let me know how your search goes, I’m very eager to move this case along.

— Have you found any dirt on a certain someone yet?

— Still waiting.

Those were sent last night. The more recent ones were more concerning.

— Seeing as you are not responding to me, I’m going to take that as a no.

— You disappoint me, human. Expect an exorbitant fee added to your balance for every minute you are late in texting me.

Shit. Tagora was always serious about those pesky charges. You fired off a quick ’I’m on my way!’ and spent the whole ride looking at troll memes to lighten up your mood. Tagora may be pissed at you right now, but not for long. He could never stay mad at you.

That thought replayed in your mind as you meandered up his front lawn, trying to come up with a million excuses for your tardy end of the deal. At least you managed to protect the clothes he bought you. Maybe that would cheer him up a bit.

You stared at the door and counted to ten before knocking.

Tagora opened the door just a crack, peering at you through the narrow opening. You sucked in a deep breath.

“Okay. You’re going to be upset — “ The door was swinging shut. You hastily shoved your foot through the threshold and fought to keep it open. “ — but I promise I can still make it all worth your while!”

He paused for a moment and leered at you. “How so?”

“ … gossip?”

Surprisingly, it worked. The door opened a little, and as Tagora finally got a good look at you, his peeved expression fell away to one of shock and slight revulsion, perhaps even a hint of concern. “Have you even looked at yourself today? Did you get mauled by a purrbeast?”

You smiled sheepishly and absentmindedly rubbed at a love bite on your neck. “More like I got pailed senseless by a purpleblood.”

”What? And you’re still alive?”

A chatty, questioning Tagora was a good sign. You slipped past him and wandered inside, waving at his lusus in greeting as you toed off your shoes. “This particular highblood is a good friend of mine. I’m sure you remember who he is, considering I begged you to blackmail whoever uploaded that video of him hand feeding me … “

“You pailed with Marvus Xoloto?” Tagora whirled you around and grabbed you by the shoulders, bringing his face inches away from yours. “Did you mention me?” he excitedly asked.

“In what possible context could I bring you up while getting laid? ’Oh Marvus that feels so good, by the way I happen to know a fantastic lawyer —'"

“Uuugh!” He lightly pushed you away and rolled his eyes, running a hand through his impeccable hair. “You’ll pay for giving me that horrible mental image. And furthermore, you are so damn useless.”

“It’s not my fault,” you grumbled, making your way to the couch and sagging down onto it. Tagora’s lusus instantly materialized in your lap, rolling over to expose his tummy while you scratched it. “My night took a turn for the worst during the party, and after all was said and done I was feeling so shitty that I needed a distraction. I just didn’t have it in me to sleuth around for you, I’m sorry.”

Tagora eyed you quietly as though in deliberation. Maybe you looked tired and mopey, because his expression softened marginally. “Are you.” He paused. “Are you hungry?” You shook your head. “Wait here then.”

You watched him curiously while he wandered away to the bathroom. His lusus chuffed at you when you forgot to keep scratching behind his ear. “Soooorry,” you whispered to the ferret, and you were rewarded with a nuzzle to your face as he rearranged himself like a flailing noodle.

Tagora returned with a tube of neon green paste — it was a familiar sight to you by now, considering how often you were getting injured. He sat beside you and shooed his lusus away, motioning for you to turn to him. “Tell me what happened,” he ordered, squirting a dollop of paste on his hand and massaging the medicine into the bruises along your neck and shoulders.

“Well,” you said with a sigh, tilting your head to let Tagora work his magic. “I had the misfortune of stumbling upon Lanque. Or rather, he made the effort to confront me, and made me look like a fool by bringing up personal bullshit.”

“Ah, that cretin. I hope you told him off properly this time.”

“I tried … but it still sucked to have my insecurities thrown back at me out of nowhere.”

Tagora huffed. “At least you’re not the one crashing parties in search of cheap thrills. Show me where else you’re bruised.” You lifted the hem of your dress and up over your hip to reveal fingerprint shaped marks along your outer thighs. You tried your best to keep your private area covered, wishing you still had your underwear. Tagora seemed to not mind, working with detached efficiency. “And. You know. You’re the one who got lucky in the end. Although judging by how fucked up you look, ‘lucky’ is pretty subjective. Was this a pitch romp?”

“Nope, it was really sweet and fun and a hell of a lot more intimate than I expected,” you gushed, blushing at the memory. “But let’s not get side-tracked. I didn’t even tell you the worst part the night!”

“There’s more?”

“Unfortunately. So, Remele apparently had the wonderful idea of painting me as the main subject, and she auctioned it off to the highest bidder. Which thankfully turned out to be Marvus, and I’m pretty sure he did it just to spare me the embarrassment. It was so vulgar, Tagora! Like, she made me naked and cowering in an alleyway and — and covered in troll blood because she was recreating that time we got into trouble with a purpleblood and — “

Fuck. Tagora didn’t know about your and Remele’s connection to that murder. And you knew he tracked it with fervor when news first hit, trying to tie it to her earlier event.

As if on cue, his eyes widened in excitement, pupils narrowing like a predator honing in on its prey. “Wait, wait. First of all, why didn’t you tell me you were involved in such a high-profile case? And how could that conniving bitch know enough about the crime scene to portray it in such an accurate light?”

“I — um … I can’t tell you!”

“Oh you absolutely will. I think this will be more than sufficient to cover for your failure last night."

You groaned and dug your hands into your hair. “You don’t love me, Gor-Gor! You just love my drama. Is that all I am to you?” Tagora reeled back, biting his lower lip. "Just a — an associate who does dirty work for you? A henchman? A dumb, worthless human? A — “

Your freak-out was cut short when a hand gently yet firmly slapped itself onto your cheek.

You blinked and looked at Tagora. He stared right back, looking equal parts shocked and panicked. His hand was slightly cold, yet ridiculously soft.

“Oh my gods are you shooshpapping me — “

”No!” Tagora wrenched his hand away as though he had been burned. "This is strictly a platonic show of camaraderie, as evidenced by your updated fee charge right here — “ He had the nerve to pull up some sort of app on his palmhusk that tracked your debt, pointing at an absurdly high number.

You bemusedly glanced at the screen as he held it right up to your face before moving his hand out of the way. “Does that mean you’d drop your fees for a moirail?”

“I would consider it a fair trade-off in light of their services towards my mental wellbeing.”

“Hmmm.” You did have a lot of debt accrued … and you were technically just inadvertently proposed to. "Well lucky for you, you have just the right candidate for obsessing over your mental wellbeing right in front of you!”

Tagora blushed a vibrant teal and jerked away from you, stammering several times as he tried to unsuccessfully offer a rebuttal. “Th — that’s — you can’t just say that, you uncultured creature! Don’t you have any tact? Any sense of romance?”

“What do you want me to do, serenade you? Build you a nest out of the finest quality of ablution robes and drown you in expensive chocolates for luxurious feels jam sessions?”

“You are ridiculous.” He paused. “As if you could even afford any of that.”

“Are you seriously considering what I just said?"

“I never said that! The absence of evidence is not evidence in of itself!”

"What does that even mean?”

“I swear I don’t even know why I put up with you — “

“Because I’m so cute and pitiable.”

“Well, you’ve certainly got parts of that right,” he said, turning away from you in a valiant attempt to hide his blush. “You’re so pathetic it’s practically obscene. Indecent, even.”

“Is that some backhanded way of saying I’m quadrant material?”

“This conversation is over.” Excellent, hopefully he forgot about Remele. “And don’t think I’m letting that whole Remele thing go so easily.” Damn it. “But you’re clearly not in your right mind to continue that discussion, so we’ll talk about it later."

“You are so benevolent, Gor-Gor.”

“Yes, I am,” he said with a grin. The majority of your bruises had been dealt with by now, so Tagora screwed the cap back onto the tube of paste and stood up to put the medicine away.

“Tagora?” He turned to look at you with a quirked brow. “Thank you.”

He smiled lightly and nodded before going on his way. His lusus was back in your lap in no time, slipping into your waiting arms with a delighted meep. You pulled out your palmhusk and checked if you received any new messages, and sure enough, Marvus had responded to your earlier texts.

— o shit yo pops lookin happy af

— u gonna have to b comin over to keep him company now

— and maybe me 2 ;o)

You giggled and gripped your palmhusk a little tighter between both hands. Tagora glanced back at you for a split second, his smile mirroring your own.

[2indecisive4this-blog]

Recurring Dream (Swamp Monster)

My first fanfic, please bear with me :)

This is becca x mc

First person POV

Rated M (on the tame side)

Let me know what you think!

Thanks guys!

***

I awake with a gasp, shivering; drenched in icy hot sweat. I had the dream again..

“Same nightmare?” I turn to see Kaitlyn crouching by my bedside, concern reflecting in her soft features. Her lips look so soft when she pouts. I shake my head.

“Yeah” I mutter, wondering how long I can maintain the lie “Damn swamp monster almost got me this time” She giggles.

“You should really watch more horror movies, you know, desensitize a little. I could..you know, watch some with you if you--”

“No!” I cut her off; I don't want to have to hurt her feelings later on. I'm not looking to get back together. She withdraws quickly, visibly hurt.

“Uh, I mean, no that's okay, I think they'll stop happening soon” I hoped it was true. These ‘nightmares’ are beginning to drive me insane. I feign a smile and reach for her clutched hand.

“Thanks for checking in on me, it means--”

“I should go” she says suddenly, snatching her hand away “Have a good night”

She opens the door and pauses “..don’t let the bed bugs--er, ‘swamp monsters’ bite”

The door clicks behind her.

“Swamp monster?!” I whisper to myself “That's the best I could come up with? I wrote half a book for Christ’s sake”

I groan into my pillow, it kills me to hurt her like this. I sigh and flush it out of my mind, allowing my thoughts to return to the events of my (recurring) dream.

***

“Hey Bruce” she calls.”Hey Selina” I return.

Café passersby look on in confusion as I slide into the booth opposite her. As it turns out, only avid Batman fans, or in this case, ‘role players’ would catch the reference.

Without looking up from her phone, she wordlessly offers me some of her iced tea.

“For me?” I smirk, feigning an air of gracious marvel, while quickly snatching it away “Mmm two sugars, you do care!”

She rolls her eyes, still not breaking her glance from her phone “Don't go making a big thing of this, I expect full payment in return”

I grin, dumbly fumbling through my purse.

I shrug “Aw shucks, I seem to have forgotten my wallet!”

Becca rolls her eyes again but can't hide a smirk. She smiles slyly, and winks.

“Arrangements can be made”

I grin.

“My place or yours?”

***

We burst through the doors into my room, Becca leading with me in tow--dragging along by a belt loop. Before I can shut the door, her fingers tease the hem of my blouse, nagging it upward and hastily pulling it over my head.

I pull away to attend to the door but she doesn't let me, reaching an arm around my waist and pulling me closer to her. My eyes dart between the beautiful eyes songs are written about to the kissable lips they're sung through. I close the distance between us and brush her lips with mine, savoring the strawberry taste. Our mouths melt together, letting my mind do the same, forgetting about the world around us.

Before long, we're piled on my now queen-sized bed with nothing but silk lingerie between us. I managed to top her, leaving her vulnerable to my every kiss and touch. I lower my lips to hers yet again and tease along her lower lip with my the tip of my tongue, asking for invitation. She obliges, and I kiss her deeply, massaging her tongue with my own. I lean down on one elbow and trail my other hand along her bra, slipping it underneath. She groans into my mouth as I massage her breasts; first one, then the other. I slip her bra off and move my mouth from her lips to her neck, peppering kisses downward to her breasts, which I suck tenderly.

She moans loudly, and I raise my head to shush her, when I suddenly remember the door, which still remains ajar.

“Shit!” I hiss, realizing that my roommates must have already come home. “Fuck!”

Her eyes open suddenly.

“What? What's wrong?!” she demands, suddenly blushing and withdrawing from me in a fashion I can only guess its insecurity. I shake my head.

“The door, Becca” I cast a sidelong glance “It's still open, I'm sorry, I know you wanted this to be--” she stops me.

“It's fine”

“It's not, Zack must be home by now--he must've seen. I'm sorry, Becca”

She sighs a smile “No, really, it's okay. They were going to find out eventually”

“What? That I'm your pit stop?”

“That I make you..That you make me..happy”

Without warning, she flips us over, topping me.

“Hey I wasn't finished with you yet!” I snapped, I struggle weakly against the surprisingly muscular legs pinning me down. All in vain, however, as the very moment our lips touch, I relinquish all willpower to escape. She pulls her lips away and lowers them to my ear.

“Let me make you happy”

I nod breathlessly, desperately stretching my neck to taste her strawberry lips again. I slide my hands down her back, hungrily pulling her toward me.

She grins and shakes her head, instead lowering her lips to my collarbone, making me shiver. A moan escapes my lips as she kisses down my chest, kneading my breasts with her perfectly manicured fingers. She kisses down to my stomach and further, making my back arch in anticipation. Feeling her kiss the silk of my underwear almost sends me over the edge, my fingers finding themselves tangled in a silky blonde jungle.

She all-too carefully uses her teeth to pull my underwear down. I gasp feeling the sudden rush of vulnerability I have grown to know all too well. She leans in and I startle myself with a deep groan;

“Becca…”

I open my eyes to see Zack’s face glowing in the darkness next to my bed.

“Nope!” he grins “Just your favorite buddy you forgot to tell about your newest conquest”

My eyes widen.

“SHIT!”

His hand instantly covers my mouth.

“Shhhhhhhh! Do you really want Kaitlyn or Chris coming in right now?! I might not be--ahem-- ‘Beccaaa’” mock swooning “but I'm probably the next best thing!”

I sigh. “What do you know?”

“Nothing” he smirks “Aside from the identity of the ‘swamp monster’ terrorizing you dreams, that is”

I groan. “I guess there's no use in keeping the rest from you then”

He perks up. “Yes!! Do tell!”

As I retell my misadventures as Becca’s “pit stop” over the past few months, including the details of my “swamp monster” dreams, I start to get teary eyed. Zack, while thoroughly amazed by the drama that had so far passed under his nose, suddenly notices my change of heart. He rests a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

“What's on your mind? It sounded like a whole lot of fun”

I sigh “It's just..ugh I don't know”

He gives me a sidelong smile “pit stop”

I wince. He got it.

He grabs my phone, 6:24 AM.

“The minute this clock strikes 10, you're gonna text the little swamp monster”

“And tell her how I feel?! Are you crazy?!”

He laughs. “No and no..well I'll get back to you on the second one. Text her to meet up”

“Ughhhhh 10 is sooooo far awayyyy” I groan. He winks.

“I have the perfect way to pass the time, I'll be right back” He rushes off out of the room, leaving me to debate smothering myself with my pillow, wallowing in self-pity.

He comes back in, laptop in one hand bag of chips in the other. He starts his laptop and opens the bag, tossing a potato chip into his mouth with nonchalance. As the screen loads, I'm presented with a familiar title sequence.

“Zack!” I tease “I thought you were ‘too cool’”

He laughs. “Believe me, I'm not. Just don't tell Tyler and Abbie that I ship Kenna with Diavolos”

We catch up together while the hours pass by, one eye on the screen, the other on the clock.

***

As soon as 10:00 passes, i grab my phone eagerly. I look to Zack pleadingly.

“What do I say?!”

He rolls his eyes and takes my phone from me.

“HEY BEXX jst wntd 2 tell u tht I rly car bout u n wntd 2 no if u feel the same way?”

I snatch my phone back and read it over incredulously.

“‘CAR?’ Seriously?!”

“Whaaat, it's how all the kids talk today..”

“Hey wanna hang later?”

I tilt the screen to show him, keeping it out of reach “How's that?”

“I maintain that my draft was more to the point.. But yeah, that's perfect, kid” he winks. I send it.

“Kid?” I scoff “I'm two months older than you”

He ignores me, continuing on “Ahh, young love..” I prepare a retort but am interrupted by my phone vibrating.

“Hey Bruce, meet me at the café in 20”

My eyes go wide. Zack reads the message off.

“OH MY GOD!” he shrieks “IT'S JUST LIKE YOUR DREAM”

He glances at the time and gasps.

“And in less than two minutes since you texted first!”

We stare at each other, lowering our voices.

“You know what that means... She loves you too!”

“ZACK shhhh” I warn him, wary of my nearby roommates and painfully thin walls.

I finally calm him down when I hear the sound of a throat clearing. I look up and see Kaitlyn standing in the doorway with a wide grin. “So the swamp monster beckons?”

I gasp “Kaitlyn I'm so sorry--”

“You should be! For trying to keep this from me. We're best friends, not to mention ex-girlfriends--you really think I can't tell your nightmare noises from your..’swamp monster’ noises?” she throws her head back in a laugh.

I sputter “I..I..”

“Yeah yeah, you're sorry, I'm sorry.. We don't have time for this! We have to get you ready!”

She starts rifling through my closet, tossing out matching ensembles. I walk up to her and touch her shoulder.

“Hey... Thanks. I'm really sorry, I know you--” she brings a finger to my lips.

“Say no more”

I open my mouth to argue but before I can say anything she says “Really, I’m understanding, but if Chris catches wind, he'll be in over his head”

We chuckle together.

“Well what are you waiting for? Get all guzzied up! (and wear this outfit to unlock a special scene with Becca)”

***

[chongjojunsalsa]

Ice Pops

Word Count: 3079 words

Pairing: Seokjin/Everyone (because i’m thirsty like that)

Summary:

sunshinehobi i don’t know about you guys but that ice pop made my boner pop

[ alternatively titled: Popsicles, because they have a different name for it everywhere I swear]

Note: also posted on ao3, but tumblr is irresistible. come find me or continue reading under the cut!

The tension surrounding the coffee table in the Bangtan dormitory is thick and heavy and not something everybody is willing to wake up at 2am for. An emergency meeting, Yoongi had called it, while frantically knocking on everybody’s door in the middle of the night, his face a shade paler than it already is.

So around the table they sit, muttering under their breath how this is fucking stupid, let me go back to sleep, groggy eyes directing expectant stares at Min Yoongi while he paces back and forth, trying to think of a way to put his thoughts into words without making it sound too blunt. Nobody in their sleep-deprived state seems to notice that Seokjin is not sitting in his usual seat, wedged in between Taehyung and Yoongi, except for Jimin, who raises his hand half-heartedly and mumbles, “Why are we conducting an emergency meeting without Jin hyung?”

At the slight mention of Seokjin, Yoongi freaks. He slaps a hand over Jimin’s mouth with unnecessary strength, wide eyes darting around maniacally, his voice urgent and frenzied as he hisses, “Shut up, he’ll hear you.” Jimin grunts in pain and shoves Yoongi away, eyebrows furrowed in irritation, it’s too early for Yoongi’s bullshit.

Namjoon flattens his lips into a thin line, he knows how Yoongi is when Seokjin stays elsewhere for the night. “Yoongi hyung, Jin hyung isn’t even here, he can’t possible hear you,” he points out and barely manages to avoid the hand coming for his mouth.

“Yah! This is really an emergency!” Yoongi slams his hand onto the table in frustration unexpectedly, startling an already dozing off Taehyung and causing him to tumble off the couch. He glares daggers at Yoongi as he seats himself back onto the couch, a hand cradling the elbow that he’d hit on the coffee table. All of a sudden, the members are alert, it’s rare to see their second eldest hyung this worked up. He wouldn’t act this way unless it were really an emergency. They exchange worried glances and comply immediately when he gestures for them to come closer.

Yoongi has them huddled towards the centre of the table and they wait, at the ready - they think - of whatever he has to say to them. He lowers his voice to a soft drawl, “Have you ever seen hyung eat an ice pop?” All at once, they scatter, profanities rolling off the tips of their tongues in a series of “fuck this, i’m out“s and ”what the fuck, hyung“s. Like Jimin had mentioned earlier, it’s too early for Yoongi’s bullshit. In fact, any time is too early for Yoongi’s bullshit.

“Hyung, you’re drunk, aren’t you?” Hoseok presses the back of his palm on Yoongi’s cheek, to which the latter slaps his hand away indignantly and scowls.

“I’m not drunk, you shits,” he snarls and blocks their way as they try to make their ways back to their respective rooms (read: attempt) with his small stature.

“Let us go and Jin hyung won’t hear a word about this,” Jeongguk finally speaks up, the first words he had spoken since they had gathered around the coffee table, a wry smile playing on his lips. Yoongi’s expression darkens considerably, but he concedes anyway, he won’t hear the end of it if his hyung were to corner him and question him about the emergency meeting he held at 2am in the morning, only to ask the members if they’d seen him eat an ice pop. Truly mortifying.

But Yoongi knows he can’t possible go to war all by himself again, it was already that difficult surviving the first time. He needs comrades, he needs a plan.

suga&spice created emergency meeting. suga&spice invited rapmoney to emergency meeting. suga&spice invited sunshinehobi to emergency meeting. suga&spice invited chimmers to emergency meeting. suga&spice invited taelien to emergency meeting. suga&spice invited seaguk to emergency meeting. suga&spice invited everythingnice to emergency meeting.

suga&spice oh fuck

suga&spice removed everythingnice from emergency meeting.

suga&spice ok hear me out u have to see him eat an ice pop

chimmers so that wasn’t a bad dream

sunshinehobi wtf hyung

taelien yoongi hyung rly wants us to watch jin hyung suck a popsicle off

chimmers ice pop*

sunshinehobi theyre the same thing dumbass

suga&spice how did u know

sunshinehobi that they’re the same thing??? i’m not a dumbass like jimin lol

chimmers bitch

suga&spice no as in that is literally how he eats an ice pop like hes eating d

sunshinehobi oh my god

chimmers youre kidding

taelien LOL R U SRS

seaguk that probably happened in your dream hyungie~~~

suga&spice i texted jin hyung and he said hed get ice cream w us shut up maknae

taelien ice cream or ice pops??

suga&spice hed get an ice pop either way

chimmers this better not be disappointing

sunshinehobi ive always wondered what jin hyung looked like eating d

chimmers ^

taelien ^

seaguk ^

suga&spice dont make me regret this wheres namjoon btw

seaguk still sleeping lol

suga&spice wake him up and meet me outside the dorm in five

“I don’t get what’s so interesting about Jin hyung choosing between Zesty Lime and Cherry Bomb,” Namjoon tells Yoongi blandly, to which he responds with a flick to his cheek - right in the dimple - and an annoyed but otherwise barely audible ‘sh’.

“Wait for it, you impatient fuck,” Yoongi grits his teeth at the other members’ fidgety restlessness. Seokjin was taking his time to choose a popsicle, completely oblivious to the fact that the other members had been hiding behind the shelf in the convenience store, in patient wait for him to just shove it down your throat already.

Shut up, Jimin.

After twenty seconds or so of flirting with the cashier, she blushingly tells him that he need not pay for it, to which he replies with a sly wink and a flying kiss. She looks like she’s about to faint, but immediately tends to the next customer as soon as he shoves a packet of cigarettes onto the counter. Yoongi rolls his eyes, but it’s better that she doesn’t witness what he knows is about to happen.

When Seokjin is done unwrapping the ice pop, the other members’ incessant pockets of whispers cease and they wait with bated breath for what Yoongi had been fearing for his life for - except Namjoon, the bastard doesn’t check his messages.

He first wraps his full lips around the tip of the Zesty Lime ice pop he had opted for, shuddering in unsullied delight as the refreshing iciness melts onto his tongue in a burst of flavour. With his lips still on the ice pop, his tongue pokes out from on top his bottom lip, first to collect any juice that has dissolved onto his bottom lip, then to curl around the popsicle and lick a stripe towards his lips before disappearing into his mouth again.

Fuck, Yoongi can already feel the wretched and all-knowing twitch in his jeans.

Without warning, Seokjin shoves the whole ice pop into his mouth, the whole fucking thing, his plump lips stretching around the end of the popsicle, red from effort and the frigid ice pop. Yoongi can’t possibly ignore the small choke erupting from the back of Seokjin’s throat or the tears bunched around the edges of his eyes, all the while allowing the ice pop to stay in its place. The last straw is when he hollows his cheeks.

Yoongi dares to chance a glance towards the other members. Namjoon has a trembling hand over his mouth, Hoseok’s jaw has gone completely slack, Jeongguk is muttering a long string of curse words under his breath, Jimin’s tongue is swirling on his bottom lip, and save the best for last, Taehyung’s face is a brilliant shade of red. Yoongi would laugh at them if it weren’t for the gradually taut feeling in his jeans, fuck, and he knows it isn’t even the worst part yet.

And as if Seokjin had read Yoongi’s mind, he moans around the popsicle in unadulterated pleasure, eyes lolling up for a split second before flitting back to maintain a loving gaze at the popsicle, painfully oblivious to the mortified stares the others were giving him (cashier included, whoops). When he decides that he’s done - thank God - he pulls the ice pop out of his mouth, the bright green of the popsicle reappearing at a sickeningly slow pace, and finally, finally coming out of his mouth with a slick ‘pop’ sound. (Yoongi vaguely remembers wondering if that’s why they called it an ice pop.) Everybody tries their best to ignore the glossy string of saliva connecting Seokjin’s mouth and the ice pop.

“What– what the fuck was that?” Jeongguk is the first one to speak up, his voice coming out as a squeak more than anything.

“That was way worse than any porn I’ve ever watched,” Namjoon has the cheek to say, and Hoseok hits his shoulder.

Yoongi smiles bitterly. “It’s already my second time witnessing this, and I still can’t get used to it.”

At this, Jimin chuckles and licks his lips. “Au contraire, Yoongi hyung, I think I could get used to this.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“I cannot believe you’ve been hiding the good stuff from us, hyung,” Hoseok mumbles, still recovering from the daze.

“Firstly, I’ve only seen it once before this. Secondly, who are the fucking idiots who ignored me when I was trying to tell them about this?” Yoongi sneers, face marked into a frown.

“You didn’t tell us he was going to deep-throat a-”

“Yah! What’s going on behind here? A secret cult meeting that I wasn’t invited to? I’m hurt,” Seokjin’s voice joins the conversation unexpectedly, his signature squeaky laugh bouncing off the shelves, and everybody startles. “Aren’t any of you going to get anything?”

Nobody knows how to respond for fear that he had been listening in on their conversation the whole time. To everybody’s relief, Taehyung breaks the silence.

“Ah,” Taehyung gestures towards a stream of juice flowing down Seokjin’s finger, onto his palm and down his arm. “Hyung, do you need a tissue for that?”

Seokjin responds in the form of a slight shake of his head before bending his head towards the trickle of juice down his right arm, and licking it, his tongue curling and flicking at every single last drop of juice. For some godforsaken reason however, nobody seems to be able to take their eyes of him, the way his tongue works up his arm (his arm, for God’s sake) in a way no person should ever be allowed to. Ever.

He pauses halfway, somewhere at his wrist, hooded eyes suddenly darting up at the rest of them, holding them in an accusatory stare, and Yoongi thinks it’s specifically directed at him. He gulps. Seokjin’s gaze doesn’t tear away from them until he’s done, and when he is, he simply beams at them and walks away, stuffing the ice pop down his throat once again.

“Do you think he knows?” Jeongguk croaks out, and everybody looks over at Yoongi apprehensively. And Yoongi doesn’t know how to respond to that.

Soon enough, everybody decides on an ice pop, Taehyung and Jeongguk opting for none - dietary reasons, they called it - and they make their way out of the convenience store, steely eyes too trained on Seokjin to notice a certain somebody sidling up next to Seokjin.

“Jin hyung, do you want to try my ice pop? Mine’s pink,” Jimin has an arm around Seokjin’s wide shoulders, his other arm outstretched towards the taller male in an attempt to feed him the Cherry Bomb. Seokjin gladly accepts any offers of free food he sees and allows his tongue to coil around the tip of the dark pink ice pop, humming in approval of Jimin’s choice. Jimin’s internal victory dance is short-lived as he is torn away from Seokjin’s side by a wild Taehyung.

“Hyung, I know you don’t like using tissues, but you’re making a mess,” comments Taehyung as he swipes his thumb on the corner of Seokjin’s lips, and bringing it to his mouth. Seokjin subconsciously flicks his tongue at the spot Taehyung’s thumb had been resting just moments ago, leaving Taehyung very flustered, who resorts to burying himself in Jin’s broad back to hide his pink cheeks. Yoongi would like to say that this was the end of the maknae line’s tactics, but it isn’t.

“Can I have a lick at your ice pop, hyung?” Jeongguk appears out of nowhere, and flashes a blinding smile at Seokjin. Yoongi lets out an audible gasp, the nerve of that brat, he knows how weak Seokjin is to the maknae, he’ll have to depend on the fact that Seokjin can be stingy with his food.

Seokjin chuckles at Jeongguk and ruffles his hair. “Only for my Jeongguk,” Seokjin coos and extends the arm holding the popsicle to Jeongguk, who responds more than happily by sticking it in his mouth and side-eyeing anybody who was throwing jealous glares at him. He smiles around the ice pop, but eventually moves away from it, a satisfied grin playing at his lips.

The elder hyungs can’t help but click their tongues at their dongsaengs, immature brats, Namjoon says. Except that he says it with the tone of voice that gives away the fact that he wants to be young enough and cute enough to get away with anything those “immature brats” just did, Yoongi duly notes.

Yoongi knows better than to brood over this, so he does the only thing he knows how to do in this sort of situation. He, in this opportune moment, decides that he is going play the roommate card, the card deemed the most despicable in the Bangtan dormitory, according to everybody but Yoongi.

But Seokjin beats him to it.

“Yoongi-chii, can I have a bite of yours?” Seokjin had somehow managed to shake off the three brats and sling his arm around Yoongi, a smile on his lips as he leans in to taste his ice pop, with absolutely no regard for Yoongi’s decision. Consent is important, kids.

“Yah, this hyung,” Yoongi bites back at him - albeit a little too affectionately - in the pretence of not enjoying all the attention the oldest hyung was spoon-feeding him. He loves it, he’s just had enough dignity to keep it in his pants so far, which reminds him of the boner residing in his jeans, which he has artfully hidden with a jacket tied around his waist.

Hearing Seokjin burst into his trademark laugh, Yoongi can’t help but smile.

chimmers changed his nickname to jinmin. jinmin changed the group name to jin’s tongue appreciation cult.

jinmin ah thats better

suga&spice changed the group name to he will call the cops on us. jinmin changed the group name to jinnie oppa fan club!!!!.

suga&spice fuck no only the nickname stays

suga&spice changed the group name to emergency meeting.

jinmin i like my nickname very much tqvm

jinmin updated the group picture.

suga&spice is that when did u take that wtf park jimin u creep

seaguk ah

seaguk changed his nickname to jinkook.

jinkook i dont mind it though???

taelien changed his username to taejin.

taejin neither does yoongi hyung but he isnt about to admit it

jinmin ;) no need to say thank you boys but i will fight you on the nickname thing

suga&spice that is a fucking picture of jin hyung eating the popsicle if he chances upon any of our phones were dead

jinkook i like living on the edge

suga&spice u are all horrible people i never should have let u sorry bastards know about this istfg

taejin esp park jimin u sneaky rat

jinmin jeongguk though????

jinkook ha

rapmoney since when did we have this group

suga&spice u were sleeping

jinkook arent you lucky we woke you up

taejin lol joonie hyung went back offline

jinkook lol

suga&spice uhh btw just asking but how do you change your nickname in a group

jinmin thought you’d never ask press the settings bar at the top right corner of the group chat the group chat ok if you do it elsewhere you’ll change your nickname in that chat there’s a button all the way at the bottom that says change nickname press it

suga&spice removed nickname function in emergency meeting.

taelien YOONGI HYUNG i h8 u

suga&spice wait i swear that was an accident uh wtv it was confusing anyways

sunshinehobi am i late to the party anyways i don’t know about you guys but that ice pop made my boner pop #shameonme

chimmers #shameonme

seaguk #shameonme

rapmoney #shameonme

taelien #shameonme

suga&spice oh look joonie’s back on and btw all of u are nasty ass bitches

seaguk really now

chimmers i think you should be the most ashamed

suga&spice #shameonme

sunshinehobi #shameonyou

chimmers #shameonyou

suga&spice STOP

taelien #shameonyou

It’s an hour to showtime and the members of Bangtan Sonyeondan are holed up in their dressing room, some of them drumming their fingers on the pristine white couches while staring at the wall on the opposite side of the room, some of them aggressively tapping on their phones, letting slip a curse word or two once in a while.

Seokjin, meanwhile, is thinking of what to do for his next Eat Jin, and he’s hungry to hear the members’ opinions on the idea he’s settled on.

“For my next episode of Eat Jin, I was thinking I could have something sweet to eat,” Seokjin muses out loud, tapping a finger on his chin. “A popsicle, maybe?”

At the mention of popsicle, all the members swivel their head around at him with wide eyes and parted lips and flushed cheeks. “No,” they respond, creepily in sync.

Seokjin’s head tips to one side, doe eyes wide with innocence, eyebrows arched up in confusion. “Why?”

“No reason,” Jeongguk replies hastily. Hoseok offers an unapologetic shrug.

Seokjin looks offended and while crossing his arms over his chest, huffs, “Then each of you is going to buy me a popsicle to make up for that.” His frown quickly melts into a toothy smile.

Taehyung is sent into a coughing fit, along with Namjoon. Jimin merely mirrors Seokjin’s expression.

And Yoongi doesn’t quite miss the way the edges of Seokjin’s lips quirk up into a knowing smirk.

[yesyunniechan]

Detective Conan File 992 [Japanese to English Translation]

Fighter's sword slashing;

The blade flies towards... 

The truth that’s hidden?!

TN: Please, please, please don’t kill me for my horrible haiku composition skills. I tried 5-7-5, I TRIED OKAY?!

H: At last... yer time has come!

TN: Literally: 'koko de outa ga hyakunenme' - we meet here for the 100th year’, which means 'your time has come'

O: Yeah... I came to see ya!

TN: Unadaptable stuff. Literally he says 'ai ni kita no no tenmanguu'. Which is 'I came to the Northern Tenmanguu. But this stuff is kaketashikotoba, basically what Englsh 'See you later alligator.' means.

H: C'mon already... or are ya scared?!

O: Ya exposed yer left shoulder and the tip of yer sword is pointing down and away...

[Fights are always so unexpected... Western Swordsmen clash in battle!!]

O: The Ittou Ryoudan posture...

O: Of Yagyu Shinkage school...

O: Well then... Me too...

H: The Hiraseigan posture...

H: Of Tennenrishin-ryu school...

H: The blade is slightly slanted...

H: And the tip of sword is looking at the opponent's left eye...

O: Ya talk too much... 

O: If ya want a fight... Ya've got one!

[Wait!]

S: If I hadn't come, you guys would have started fighting...

S: Let's not disturb the murder scene any further...

S: Besides, if you can solve this murder before the tournament starts...

S: We won't have to cancel it in the first place, right?

T: Is that really okay? Won't Megure-keibu get mad?

S: It's fine! Looks like we only have three suspects...

S: Besides, looks like this tournament might be tied to some romantic matter... <3

T: Err...

R: Excuse me, can I go to the restroom?

R: L-looks like that restroom is unavailable right now...

S: Yeah.... I've heard everything you had to say, Ran-chan...

R: Then excuse me!

R: I want to check...

R: Whether Hattori-kun's competitor...

R: Will be able to advance to the finals...

R: And if Hattori-kun will win, he...

R: Will confess to Kazuha-chan!!

C: So? Did you find this box knife inside the restroom?

T: Not yet...

H: Then it's easy to see who's the criminal...

H: Accordin' to this jii-san, the victim told to somebody by phone...

H: 'Box knife can't cut 'cause of blood, bring me the spare one'...

TN: Katta- naifu ga chii de kirehen kara, kawari wo mottekoi - for your theory needs.

H: So they sliced his throat with the box knife they brought...

H: Which means that somebody still should have the murder weapon!

H: They hid in toilet before police came...

H: So it's somebody of you, people!

S: Well, will you let us check your belongings?

S: We'll start from your shinai bag!

TN: Bamboo sword for kendo, but well shinai bag is less letters, ya know :D

N: Y-yeah...

S: But why do you need shinai bag in the restroom?

N: As those boys...

N: I have a competition tomorrow...

N: So I wanted to train a little after visiting the restroom...

S: So?

F: It had two bamboo kendo swords, but no box knife inside...

F: Ah, but this was found at the bag for tsuba*...

F: Which was at top of shinai bag...

TN: Roundy thingie people put on their sword.

F: This is kind of interesting...

S: Ink?

S: Why do you need this?

N: Well... I'm a referee, so I have a spare one...

N: Once we run out of ink, and I had to run to the shop...

N: This tournament uses classic handle...

N: So at the ranking table we use ink to cross out the names of lost players...

R: Let's see...

R: Hattori-kun's semifinal opponent is...

R: Found! This Namakoshu Kurahiko guy!

M: Oi, Namakoshi, if your leg is cramped, you should not participate...

N: I-It's fine... If I will win two more matches, I will become a champion...

R: Eh?

M: But next is Hattori from Kaihou academy, right?

N: Y-yeah...

M2: But you couldn't beat him even once...

R: L-looks like he's going to the finals...

R: Hm-m, let's see...

R: Okita-kun's opponent is...

R: Aha! He represents Tokyo...

R: ..Wait, what? This guy...

R: Has a name of somebody really strong...

A: I-It's okay to search!

A: My daypack doesn't have a box cutter!!

S: So?

F: The only thing that could be a weapon...

F: Are those small scissors from a sewing set...

S: It'll be hard to cut a person's neck with those...

S: But will you check for the blood reaction, just in case?

F: Ok...

C: Ah-le-le?

C: This chocolate is melting...

H: Rly...

H: Only those near the eage are melting hard...

A: T-those chocolates were in my jacket's inside pocket...

A: They probably got melted because of body temperature...

K: Y-ya can't find Heiji?!

K: Rly?!

M: Yeah... he said he's goin' ta practise and...

M2: We called him, but he doesn't answer...

K: What r ya doing, Heiji? The match will start in 20 minutes!

R: Er-r... Okita-kun's opponent...

R: Is from Tokyo high school...

On: My bad...

R: Ouch...

R: This name...

R: He's Okita-kun's opponent!

On: Are you ok?

R: Ah... Yes...

M: Onimaru-kun! Is it true that you won't participate in the finals?

On: Yeah...

R: Eh? He refused?

On: I've got some urgent matter so that I have to return home sooner...

M: What matter?

On: Tokyo governor...

On: Told that he wanted to grant me the title of an honorary citizen... I'm going home now...

M: O-o! I thought it could only be an elderly person, but that's possible with you, who became a double champion of the whole Japan in such age!

On: Well, with my unexperience... I don't think I'm worthy of that title, so I'm going home to refuse it...

M: What a waste...

On: I will be there in semifinals, don't worry... There's somebody I wanted to clash swords with once...

R: Double champion of whole Japan means that he's the strongest swordsman?..

R: And if that person won't appear in finals even if he will win semifinals, that means...

R: If Hattori-kun will appear...

R: He'll become a champion?!

K: Ah... a message from Ran-chan...

[Congrats <3]

K: ... But Heiji didn't win yet?

M: Iori... What about it?

I: Just as we expected...

M: Then let's watch how my future husband...

M: Will receive the first place prize?

T: I-I had nothing with me...

T: I only have smartphone, wallet, apartment keys, cigarettes and lighter!

S: Looks like you really like taking pictures...

Y: W-well, yeah...

S: But this month is almost over...

S: And you didn't take anything...

S: Previous month, and a month before...

S: You took almost 200 of them...

T: T-that's for me to decide, right?

S: Ah, phone. Can I answer?

S: Hello-hello...

[Hm? Isn't it Tsuneyuki's phone? Ah, maybe you're the one Tsuneyuki found earlier...]

[The one that likes cutters?]

S: Cutter?..

T: T-the yacht! Those big ones!

T: Recently I got into them...

T: And I promised to a friend to take them for a ride...

T: N-not a weapon cutter! This jii-san heard 'box cutter', right?!

TN: Actually it is 'katta-naifu/cutter knife' and at this very moment I'm regretting my decision to take most popular translation of 'box cutter'. But thanks god I didn't name it utility knife.

Y: No...

Y: He said only 'cutter'...

T: Oi-oi...

H: Just 'cutter'?

S: But after all none of them had a box cutter in their possession...

Ta: It wasn't in victim's bag either?

F: Yeah... He only had a wallet, a smartphone, a towel, a magazine and...

F: An empty powdered stomach medicine...

F: And a box that had them in...

N: Nukitani-san did say about stomach ulcer...

F: Looks like some leftovers of this medicine are left around his mouth...

F: Probably his throat was cut right after he took stomach medicine...

C: Eh?

S: But we couldn't find the box cutter...

T: Did you hear any strange sounds inside the restroom? Like, a sound of the box cutter's cutting edge breaking ...

A: Speaking of sound... I heard the repeating sound of something falling outside the restroom...

N: Yeah... that's probably the sound of the armor being thrown away through the restroom's window...

T: I-I heard it too!

T: A-and after that I heard the rasping sound...

N: I also heard it...

A: M-me too!!

S: Well, anyway...

S: The victim held a rank in kendo, but...

S: His throat was sliced with one stroke...

S: The most suspicious one is Norimura-san, who also held a rank...

N: B-but...

O: Nope... he's not the only one...

O: If they appeared before him in such state, he could've thought that's just a high scholar from the tournament...

O: And lower his guard, right?

H: O-Okita?!

H: What the HELL are you doing?!

H: That's an important evidence!!

O: I just got curious...

O: Look, the blood reached even until tare...

O: But it's on on the hakama?

O: Though at the back of hakama there's blood!

O: Don't ya think it's strange?

H: Rly...

O: And I thought that I've seen this ossan somewhere...

O: He's the sub-referee from the quarterfinal!

C: Really?

O: Yeah! One guy was sent flying with my tsuki blow and he a nosebleed...

H: Nosebleed?

(Hanaji)

Y: I also remembered...

Y: The man with a hoarse voice who said 'bring me the spare cutter...'

H: Also spoke kansaiben, just like you...

C: I see...

H: What?!

H: Oi! The victim's wife said she's on her way over here...

H: Because she's bringing some spare clothes?!

F: Y-yeah, sounds like it...

C: So what about those spare clothes?

H: Sorry, Kudo.... this case...

H: Is mine!!

[Only Heiji managed to discover the truth?! Next issue, a stormy ending chapter!!]

Actually... Not only Heiji managed to discover the truth. I discovered it too. So if you want to read my theory, continue reading, if not - RUN LIKE YOU NEVER RAN BEFORE.

...

......

........

You still here? Good. Listen.

The line in Japanese sounds like ‘katta ga chi de kirehen kara, kawari wo mottekoi’. 

Old man thought that he said katta as shortened version of katta naifu, which means box cutter.

But actually the hint with cutter yacht told us, that the cutter can be something different. Why the old man thought of the knife? Because he doesn’t know any cutters and you can use ‘kiru’ with. Kiru means ‘to cut’... So, obviously, when you hear ‘cutter’ and ‘cut’ at the same sentence, you think that obviously he’s speaking about a cutter knife.

But, you know, kiru also has another meaning. Which is ‘to wear’.

Victim’s wife is bringing him spare clothes.

Victim had a nosebleed.

And, finally, cutter in kansaiben means ‘cutter shirt’! Or sports shirt with long sleeves.

And the mystery is clear as day:

‘katta ga chi de kirehen kara, kawari wo mottekoi’

Because of the blood, I can’t wear my cutter shirt, so bring me another one.

And the call was to his wife.

So there’s no box cutter/cutter knife whatsoever, the victim has a nosebleed because Okita is a strong idiot, stained his shirt with blood and asked his wife to bring spare clothes.

Case Closed!

[mildlymaddy]

Here’s the 2nd part to my little Niam Photograph AU verse! :)  1st part available here.

.

Liam’s first instinct is to turn back and go hide, until he remembers that they don’t actually know each other. That boy has no idea who Liam is, is blissfully unaware that pictures of him hang in a total stranger’s bedroom. He’d probably be horrified if he knew, actually.

Liam feels his cheeks heat up, but he stays put, a little ways away, looking at the boy as he finishes his song. When ‘Neil’ looks up, grinning at the applause, his eyes fall on Liam for a second and glide away with no sign of recognition, which hurts in a really absurd way.

It’s just so strange, seeing him here, in real life, in three dimensions. Hearing his boisterous laughter rising above the crowd. He shouts something in the direction of the house, and Liam realizes with a jolt that he’s Irish.

Then Louis appears out of nowhere and swings an arm around Liam’s shoulders, dragging him towards the barbecue (Louis always dumps barbecue duties on Liam, which is fine with Liam because he likes his meat to taste like meat, and not like burnt charcoal), and Liam loses sight of the boy in the crowd.

--

He spends the evening catching glimpses of him. Laughing with a pretty brunette, clinking beer bottles with a man twice his size whom he looks really friendly with, boldly asking Harry for a cocktail. And, on one terrifying occasion, standing right in front of the barbecue when Liam looks up from the string of sausages he’s just put on the grill.

“D’you have any burgers left?” the boy asks, his eyes impossibly blue, his hair mussed up like someone’s been ruffling it with their hand, and who wouldn’t want to do that, really, and Liam has to gulp down before he can answer. He probably looks like a right twat, his forehead sweaty from the heat of the barbecue, wearing that stupid Batman apron that Louis bought him because Louis’s the best, alright, he loves that apron, but he’d never planned on wearing in front of someone so perfect as the boy from the pictures. He needs to get a grip.

“Sorry, just sausages at this point,” he says, because it’s eleven in the evening and he hasn’t had any burgers for a good two hours now. Did his voice always sound so stupid? Why didn’t anyone tell him before?

“Knew I should have stolen Bressie’s,” the boy mutters, and leaves with a “Thanks anyway, pal!” before Liam can make a fool of himself by offering to go buy some more burgers or begging him to have some sausage instead (just thinking about it makes Liam want to bang his head against the nearest wall).

By the time everyone has left, Liam hasn’t talked to the boy again, doesn’t even know his name.

“You alright hon?” Jade asks him as he lets himself slump down in the chair next to hers.

Liam rests his forehead against the living room table, arms curled up on either side. It’s sticky, but he doesn’t even care. “No,” he says, grunting for emphasis. He feels Jade’s fingers carding through his hair, and hooks his ankle around hers. As much as Louis is his best friend, some days Liam wonders how he’d ever go on if he didn’t have Jade’s casual touches and easy friendship. He turns his face towards her, pillowing his cheek on his forearm, and gives her his most pitiful pout. “There’s a boy,” he says, but doesn’t elaborate.

“Oooh, which boy?”

And that’s the problem, isn’t it?

“I don’t know his name,” Liam mumbles, feeling himself blush.

He sits up straight when Louis strolls into the room, turning a chair around and straddling it, eyes way too sharp for someone who's had as much to drink as Liam knows Louis did.

“Describe him,” Louis says, his tone so commanding that Liam doesn't even protest.

“Um, well, he was blond… a bit on the skinny side… um, he was playing the guita-”

“Oh, Niall!” Louis exclaims, and Liam does a double take, sure that his ears have deceived him. “You’ve got your eyes on Niall Horan? Ha, figures.”

Niall, Liam thinks to himself, putting the name next to the pictures in his head. It's really close to the name he'd made up, and yet infinitely better. Niall.

“Niall’s a sweetheart, you should have talked to him,” Jade says, reaching up to brush her fingers against the nape of Liam’s neck.

Liam may as well go for broke. “Is he… um…”

“Is he what, young Liam?” Louis asks, tipping his chair forward with a gleeful smile. “Is he batting for the other team? Driving on the other lane? A perennial bache-”

“He’s gay,” Jade mercifully cuts in. “Or maybe bi, I’m not sure. But he used to date Zayn, before Pez snagged him.”

Liam’s heart does a complicated somersault in his ribcage, going from elated to crushed. Zayn looks like a freaking pagan god, like the people who used to get immortalized as marble statues. If Zayn is what Niall goes for, then Liam doesn’t stand a chance.

“Don’t be an idiot.”

Liam looks up to find Louis frowning at him, as if he knows exactly what’s going on through Liam’s mind. Louis knows him too well, is the problem. He doesn’t add anything, leaving the room with a purposeful stride, but comes back two minutes later holding the shorts he was wearing earlier in the night, going through the pockets. He discards the shorts once he's got his cellphone, thumb furiously tapping the screen. Liam’s own phone pings a second later.

“Here's his phone number,” Louis says while Liam fishes his phone out of his back pocket. “You should send him a text.”

“He doesn't even know who I am,” Liam says, wondering when his life turned into a teen movie. Jade rubs his arm compassionately, taking a gulp from a discarded water bottle. “We only talked when he asked me for a burger. I only had sausages left.”

“Then write to him and offer him your sausage,” Louis says, looking smug as hell when Jade snorts out water through her nose, clutching her hand to her face and wheezing.

Liam pats her absent-mindedly on the back; his cheeks feel like they’re on fire. “Lou there’s no way I’m sending anyone that kind of message,” he says, but it's too late, Louis is once again typing on his phone. “Lou…”

“Hey... Nialler...” Louis says as he types his message, “the fit bloke... who was taking care of the... bbq... at my place... would like you to try his... sausage. Game for a... date?”

Liam watches him tap his screen one last time and put his phone back in his pocket, horrified. “Lou you didn't,” he croaks out, but he knows Louis did. Louis's a prankster, but he never lies about the shit he does. That's what makes him so terrifying.

Liam buries his head in his arms, groaning. Jade’s hand moves down, palm gently rubbing his lower back through his t-shirt, but Liam still wants to dig a hole and hide in it forever.

When his phone pings again he doesn't check it straight away, not until he feels Louis lean over him, hand reaching out for the phone, and snatches it before Louis can grab it, clutching it in trembling hands.

The text notification is from an unknown number. Hiya, Louis sent me ur-

The preview ends there, but it's more than enough to send Liam’s heart into a mad spin. “Oh fuck…”

“He replied already? Nice!” Louis says, still gamely trying to steal the phone from Liam’s hand.

Liam’s pretty sure he’s going to throw up, eyes fixed on his lock screen, too scared to swipe it unlocked and get to the full message within.

“C’mon sweetheart, if he answered that fast it’s probably a good sign,” Jade says encouragingly, but Liam can’t bear the thought of them both seeing the disappointment on his face when the text turns out to be just Niall asking him if it’s a fucking joke. He gets up and walks to the downstairs bathroom in a daze, ignoring Louis’s indignant squawk.

He doesn’t look at his phone again until the bathroom door is securely locked and he’s sitting on the edge of the bathtub, his heart in his throat. It takes him two tries to swipe his unlock pattern, and his thumb is shaking like a leaf when he taps on the message’s preview to see the full text.

Hiya, Louis sent me ur #. Guessing hes lookin over ur shouldr rn. If ur rly the bbq guy, i wouldnt mind that date tho.

Liam blinks down at his phone, his heart beating so erratically he thinks maybe he’s going into cardiac arrest or something. Niall’s followed his message with a few emojis, the wink and the sunglasses and… a hot dog.

Liam laughs despite himself, biting his lip around a grin as he sends back a time and place.

[oceangl1tter]

hide in a clavicle

Past.

water://

Okay talking honestly without bullshit even though shit’s really cheesy and I’m writing this in the car as we drive to San Diego.

Going to the beach with /  was a lot of fun. A lot of fun that I haven’t had in a long time. Actually, I think it’s the most fun I’ve had at the beach. We sit on this ledge peering out and I’m worrying about her mom somehow also being at the beach. I’m a bit paranoid. I sneak a quick kiss. It feels nice even though I got bit on the face by some bug and she got away scott-free (somehow). We go down to the beach and the waves and I chase her in the sand playing tag like we’re 5. She makes me laugh : _). Even though she’s running very hard she doesn’t go anywhere at all! Hahahaha. It’s the first time I’ve seen her express herself with her body and the space she occupies. I splosh mud on her feet and she does the same to me >:PP. We also pitch our shack/hut real estate to this random Asian lady with a nice hat on. She stares at it for a good minute or two and we’r ejust like ?? She then tells us for our real estate company that we need a name/business card people can identify us as. I can’t really tell if she’s actually serious or playing along with our joke. / also draws a maze with me!! She also spins in a circle with a stick with me. She rolls up her pants and gets in the water! It splashes her. It’s really cold! We race across the side of the waves. I wonder if other people can see us like this. What they think. How could anyone hate this? She listens to me rant about speech and debate. She tells me about high school. I lay on her lap. I forget about thinking about what others can see/can think. Now I’m a bit self-conscious being so close to her..but she pats my hair. 

ears wet://

that day we sat 

with nothing and everything to say i felt

the breaking begin to break

firsts://

a stone visitor

propped up with all its might

, toppled   

by kids that still have

their eyes

intact

off the floor

i am careful to fill

the vase i placed in your heart

being imperfect together://

some research

-you like because and you love despite

-attraction is based on what you see, infatuation is based on what you feel, but real love is based on what you know.

eclipse, i didn’t lose it://

today i got really sad because i think i lost the white sparkly clip /// bought for me at jtown :( i also can't find my wallet :( i just lose so many fucking things i know she would flip if she found out and she already knows i have a tendency to be careless

dreams:// ———- There's a projection on the screen and my family is surrounding it showing a video of me standing on the edge of a pier walkway (the wooden ones that lead into a murky lake). There is a gap and then another plank of wood slightly off screen. I chant in a quirky sing-song voice: "I'm standing on the edge, I'm standing on the edge, I'm standing on the edge before I jump and do a sort of Ophelia pose into the water while singing and I fall into the lake. As we watch this video, my mom and sisters begin laughing. I'm laughing as well and I say that I could pee from the laughter.

---.

There are strange messages on napkins that only a child is able to decipher. The child is outside watching in on the party. An old man with a knife steals the child away. He comes in the room full of people and tries to stab my eye. I am short, small, maybe, and I push through people but no one seems to notice or stop him. I try to lose him through the crowd but he ends up catching me. I try to twist the wrist holding the knife but I'm scared of harming his wrist and breaking it. He scrapes my cheek with the knife and then

E and I uber home (in a linear fashion, I'm guessing from the party), another car is next to us. I tell them we could have just shared one to save money. I tell E to hurry up because the streets of Davis are getting more dangerous. I hurry into my house. My sister and aunt's car are here meaning they are home. The door is unlocked so I go in. My sister comes out of the room in the dining room as if half-asleep. I am upset and ask why she didn't lock the door. I get a text from ___ saying that M has a funny accent. I wonder how she knows what M sounds like. I figure it might be from the rap I linked her. I tell M and D and others that someone tried to stab at my eye. They say it doesn't even look like I was stabbed. They're right. I appear to have no bodily injuries. Someone tries to unlock the backdoor but they are strugggling. It feels as if the house is tipping over. Friends rush behind the couch. I tell them it must be my dad but I notice that his phone is home and is ringing. I try to lock the midsection door sectioning off the kitchen room and the living room we're in. It does not lock. I go back in my room to get my phone that I left after texting ___ and I hide behind the couch. I figured jumping this person with multiple people would be better than hiding and locking my room by myself.

I wake up and my right wrist is sore.

---.

In this one someone shoots an arrow and hits a baby I know is me. I feel like I trespassed some dream rule because I didn’t wake up before contact.

secret://

To be honest, I feel fundamentally unloved. When I'm next to you, I feel unloved. I feel the most unloved I've ever been. In the middle of the night, when you are asleep, small twitches touch my skin. I creep my hand into yours. I think you are asleep but you take it anyways. I think to myself, I think: Someone actually (...)

and shelter becomes a blister://

It's christmas and peak sad gorl hours. Where does the hurt go? I feel that this may be what loss feels like. I guess I have been feeling at a loss for a long period of time. I have nothing eloquent to say anymore. I feel hopeless yea feel like my eyes are really dry and my face is all droopy just feel down just feel sad real sad i comfort myself & hug myself & love myself i wihs ic ould hug /// but the separation might be too strong @ this point that maybe its not possible anymore she told me what i needed to hear anyway i didnt believe i really didnt until that call and my heart is tired of beating itself up and im tired of feeling like a slouch ev enthough its all very heavy i am trying my very best to be good and positive but i know it takes time to mend this for myself and i would have fought for it thorugh the ugliness but i am doing it alone now and i wont stop the fight but i wish she could have come along idk just feel kidn of bad im alone but thats ok bc im not rly alone even though i may feel like it there r many ppl that care for me i need to care for me too so that i feel cared for by the person that amtters the most which is myself! !! myself! me!! me!! mysefl!! care for me too ! i care for me ok time to sleep