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6yuns · 2 years ago

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( 💤 anon ) ok but what if reader is yuzurus brother and ibara has a crush on reader??? 😊my silly little brainworms are exploding but i forgot how is yuzuru and ibara relationship

ok but . ibara with a crush on reader leads to. gay sex!!!!!

GAY SEX. ERIDAN PLEASE WRITE THIRSTS ABOUT GAY SEX I BEG YOU

I LOVEGAY SE !!!!!

OK so basically from what I remember ibayuzu are rivals who hate each other for some reason anyways this cheered me up.. Also get ready for an angst fic... hehe

TITLE : WINE PON YOU, Doja cat

Pairings : ibara x male reader, tiny ibayuzu..

warnings/info : Smut, squirting (hehe), Cursing, Gay people, ibara. probably badly qrotten because eim bore

music 2 listen 2 : wine pon you - doja cat, taste - skz, I can love you - Mary j. Blige

notes : tbh I've been watching alot of gay japanese porn w squirting in it and its.... very hot. oh shit I ant even realize you said thirts... why is the word dick so funny, going over this makes everything funny because it's Christmas eve... anyways merry Hanukkah Christmas or whatever your religion is!!!! Holy shit I love RM. Tbh I'm not even following the chart I made for ibara cause he's my fav.. I hate the word towel

Ibara couldnt keep his eyes off of you. He always had his mind on you, he was hypnotized by you! You looked amazing In his eyes, even if you hadn't had your hair done yet. Even if you wore your dirty band t-shirt. Yet yuzuru was your brother, and he couldn't deal with that. ibara had brought you to the mall to get your hair done, You really wanted [style]. once you were done, You immediately thanked him with a big hug and a Tiny kiss.

ibara swore he saw the light, bro felt like he was levitating . "thank you so much! I really reeaally needed this.. yuzurus gonna be so happy now that he know' I got my hair done!" You always talked about your brother, and he wanted you to talk about him instead. "so.. How about we.. Uh" Ibara never was this nervous, his palms were clammy, and he was sweating way more. " ibara? what were you sayin'?" you asked, and ibara Just played it of as nothing and dragged you somewhere nervously. before you knew it you and him were infront of a fountain, a very special one.

"y-yn. I have something to tell you. I, Ibara saegusa. has a crush on You, The yuzuru fushimis little brother." he explained, Ready to get rejected. but he didn't, all he could feel was your lips on his, Your arms around him. "I love you ibara.. I love you so m-much!" You didn't think you would get this emotional because of a small confession, maybe it's because ibara is your long time crush? Just maybe... after the whole.. scenario, You got in his car, smiling underneath your hands. You didn't know where he was taking the both of you, all you could think about is how you were no longer single!!!!

after you and ibara got there, To his house. He let you out and parked the car, coming back and picking you up like a gentleman.. I guess. ibara immediately brought you to his bedroom, not even saying hi to anyone. you can guess where this is going

he layed you down and immediately asked for consent ( consent is 🔑) and you nodded your head, slowly becoming hard in your pants. You started to pull of your shirt as ibara worked down your pants, taking them off. Then he got to his own clothes, Taking them of slowly, teasing you. You moved your hand down to your cock, Starting to stroke it to hardness. ibara admired your face, smirking. Once he was finished he walked over and basically pinned you onto the bed. Motioning for you to lift your legs, and you obliged just wanting him to fuck you already. ibara slowly stuck his middle finger inside of your hole, making sure to not hurt you

once he was done preparing you, he eased himself inside of you. making sure to move slowly to make you feel every inch. " please... please just fuck me- ngh..! " Ibara shived the rest of his dick inside of you, Letting you adjust once he was fully inside. praising you for how well you take him. it hasn't even been a whole minute and your already grinding on him, Begging for him to move. ibara wanted to give you everything you needed, you ask, he delivers. he thrusted into you at a comfortable pace, Praise was thrown around, moans were heard and soon enough, you were cumming.

"a-ah wait wait cummin' ! I'm cumming- N-ngah...!" You moaned loudly, Squirting all over your stomach is that d that good?? Ibara immediately stopped and laughed, because he thought this thing only happened In porn, To women.. You layed there embarrassed because... you literally just squirt, Ibara Continued to move, just a little bit faster. Goddammit it felt so good, all you could do was moan and grind back into him, begging for him to just cum inside of you already. But again, you were cumming. "yn, is it- ngh.. Is it okay if i cum inside?" As soon as you heard that, you nodded so fast, If you were a dog your tail would be wagging at the speed of light, It was cute. Ibara lifted your leg over his shoulder and continued his assault on your hole, making sure to hit your sweet spot. Finally stilling his hips and cumming inside of you, moving with shallow thrusts. And that triggered your orgasm, you squirt again, but farther this time. The amount was larger too, your eyes rolled back into your skull as you came. Whining and moaning

After ibara stopped moving his hips he grabbed a spare towel he had before the session started and wiped you down, once he was finished ibara gave you a short kiss on your forehead. You shifted slightly, wiping sweat from your face. Whiny voice asking for ibara to cuddle, because who doesn't love After sex cuddles?!

Falling asleep in ibaras arms, As he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

Finished dthsi while crying😹😹😹😹 also the ending came from my fucking ASS!!

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teacup-captor · 2 years ago

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koishua · 3 years ago

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, , , .. 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: goo gunil x gn!reader. 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, established relationship!au. 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡: 0.884k words. 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: no matter how silly you look, you'll always be the apple of his eye and the light of his life, the love he cherishes the most.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: no one is a good dancer in this house lmao /j.

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𝐚𝐧. : ty anon for requesting! this just makes me feel so <//3

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admittedly, none of you were awfully great at the art of dancing, lacking the bodily coordination and finesse of a trained and talented dancer. moving your arm from position one to position two, then to three, and so on and so forth should have been relatively easy, but combining each step did not give you the results that the woman on your phone screen had guaranteed you achieving.

— but you liked to think you were good enough for beginners anyway.

“are you sure that we’re doing this right?”, asks a struggling gunil as he contorts his limbs into an awkward still, looking oddly charming with the sheen of sweat just above his forehead and an adorably confused smile.

you restart the youtube video on the small screen with a chuckle, “you're looking at me as if i know anything about this.”

he flops on the floor of the living room, your surrounding space emptied out to a little to let you comfortably move around while learning the choreography to stayc’s asap. none of your attempts at the downward punching bit proved to be successful so far in your hour long endeavour, sadly enough.

you still looked like a wooden doll, not to mention the oddity that gunil displayed each time he tried to move his hips to the beat— it’d be for the best if we don’t start speaking about the fashionably weird method to your boyfriend’s dancing, really.

“look,” you pause the tutorial. “you just have to bend your knees a little when doing the thing.” you stand in front of him to demonstrate it to the best of your ability. unbeknownst to you however, gunil isn’t even concentrating on your very determined lecture. oh, no— gunil is simply living in the moment, a warmth spread in his heart by the way your brows furrowed and cheeks huffed while trying to get him to understand something he was too distracted to even listen to, focused solely on how much he is in love with you.

it’s the way you look at him, the way you say his name, the way you smile at his jokes and shenanigans— gunil wants to experience a love with you for the rest of his life.

he snaps out of his stupor when you snap your fingers at his face, raising a single brow in displeasure, “are you even listening?”

“no,” he wears a stupified smile on his face and continues without a single thought filtered, “i was staring at you. you’re so beautiful, did you know that?”

it’s your turn to fall silent, blinking as you feel the flutters of butterflies in your stomach, feeling shy all of a sudden. you laugh, clearing your throat and hoping it wouldn’t fail you, “yes, but still not as much as you are.”

it’s quiet for a short while, just the soft breeze passing through the open windows, the clouds floating lazily in the blue sky and the sounds of a few cars passing by to fill the moment in. the sun filters through one of the glass panes, a vague pattern of light on the floor between the spot he is sitting at and your feet, creating a soft divide between the two of you.

gunil blinks up at you, tilting his head in a slight angle and reaching out his hand for you to take. you abide, of course, but instead of you pulling him up, it’s him dragging you down to fall right on top of his body. you yelp at the impact, though not harsh, but still surprising.

“you’re going to have to stay like this until you admit that you’re the most breathtaking being in this whole wide world.” you feel his lips brushing against the crook of your neck as he hugs your body tight to his, arms caging your body in to trap you in an embrace. despite being on the hard wooden surface, you feel comfortable, the close proximity with the one you’d call the love of your life bringing you comfort.

you try to wiggle out of his grasp, claiming that his back would hurt if he stayed in that position for long, but he shakes his head, “not until you admit that you are the most gorgeous being in this entire world.”

you sigh, going limp against his body, “you know, if you want to have some cuddles, you could have just asked so.”

poking the side of where his rib cage resides, you watch with satisfaction as he squirms around, struggling to keep a monotonous face, “let’s just get somewhere more comfortable and then you can continue whatever you’re trying to do right now.”

“promise you’ll admit it?” he asks in a tone indicating his growing skepticism, still fighting against the urge to break into uncontrollable laughter as you continue to assault him with incessant tickles. you hum in agreement, “i swear, let’s just get to the bed first.”

you hear him ooh under his breath, ready to tease you because of your choice of words, “a little excited to get there, are we?” you roll your eyes at him— an action he cannot see, but rather feel in his gut from the years spent getting to know you.

“yeah, yeah. whatever floats your boat, gunil.”

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leejeongz · 4 years ago

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fluffy a-z JAY (enhypen)

requested: yes, by anon

a/n: as if i didn’t have a phat crush on him before </3 jay tunnel vision shall continue until the end of time. thanks for requesting!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

he’s very “selective” about his pda, an arm around your waist or your shoulder is enough for him and when he wants to be cute, a bop on your nose. when in private, he’s pretty much the same. he respects your personal space and doesn’t want to overstep any boundaries. when he’s “asleep” next to you though his arms MAY fall around you and start to hug you superrrr loosely :)). it’s not that he doesn’t like physical affection, he’s all for it, but he’s not sure if you are if you're not the one intitiating it. (taken from my enhypen as boyfriends post)

most of his affection is shown through endearing smiles and words of affirmation. he’s constantly staring at you with loving eyes, thinking of how he never wants the moment to end. he doesn’t say things when he doesn’t mean them, everything that comes out of his mouth is honest and sincere, when he tells you that he loves you, or that he’s proud of you, or that he’s happy to be yours, he really means it.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

jay would literally start a conversation with anyone, he just happened to start a conversation with you one day, and you both realised pretty quickly that this wasn’t just going to be a one off chat. you were laughing and joking the whole time, and it became a regular thing whenever you saw each other since your schedules often lead you both to the same place at the same time.

i think he would be such a supportive best friend :(. one who knows you better than you know yourself, one who takes the time to learn every little thing about you, one who is literally like a brother to you. jay likes to teach you things, he likes to help you when you ask or when he can see you struggling. he is someone that you can rely on and someone that will listen and help you without judging you.

you become part of his friendship group since you get along with them all so well. he likes it that way as he can spend more time with you rather than having to disappoint one to be with another.

C = Comfort (How do they comfort their partner?)

he’s so concerned whenever he sees you upset or anxious :( he just wants to let you know that it’s okay to feel that way and that he’s here to protect you, but he doesn’t want you to feel suffocated by him when you’re clearly not feeling too good.

if he saw you crying, he’d be firstly asking what’s making you upset, asking “why, why, why?” in a cute tone with a little pout on his face. he’d have you in his arms too, holding your head closer to him so that you can cry onto his sounder or onto his shirt. his main aim is just to let you know that he’s there and that he’s all yours in that moment. after you’ve told him what was making you feel so upset, he’d either try to make a joke of the situation if it’s not that serious, or he’d help you come up with a realistic solution to your problem. he’d probably let out a lot of sympathy noises too, little “hmms” and “awws” because he wants you to know that he’s listening and hopefully you feel comforted by that.

if your ever feeling anxious, jay just wants you to know that he understands. he’s willing to help you in any way he possibly can (within reason) and helps you to push yourself whenever you’re feeling confident enough to do so without taking things too far. he always tells you how proud he is of you and how you’re doing so great. he wouldn’t laugh at you or try to make you feel silly for your anxieties and worries, however bizarre and foreign they may be to him, he actively tries to understand and sometimes researches more, not forgetting to tell you that you’re not alone.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How about kids? Marriage? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

i mean, we all know he’s good at cooking! he likes to show off his culinary skills for you whenever he can and would rather have a home cooked meal over a takeaway too. he also likes the house to be clean and tidy, but whoever makes the mess should clean it of course, and he’s not afraid to complain when you leave a room with it looking like a pigsty.

settling down is a very very big thing for jay. he won’t think about it lightly. the relationship has to be special, he knows when the right time to settle down is and which person is the right person, he won’t rush into it with just anyone.

i don’t think he’d care for marriage to be honest. as long as he knows that you love him and that you know that he loves you, that’s all the matters, you don’t need a certificate or a ceremony for that. in the future, jay probably wants to have kids, just 1, maybe 2, but it’s not so important that he’d break off the relationship if you didn’t want to have kids.

E = Equal (Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?)

he really wants it to be equal. he doesn’t want to feel like either of you have more power than/over the other. you don’t have to act in accordance with anything that he says and his doesn’t have to act in accordance with what you say, you may be in a relationship but you’re still two separate people and should be seen as that. so, for that reason, he doesn’t want a dominant/submissive (passive (?)) relationship with you in everyday life, he just wants you both to feel like you are your own people.

F = Feelings (How did the confession go down?)

he would get SO nervous whenever he thought about confessing to you, his hands would get all sweaty and clammy and he’d go completely silent. but, saying that, he is also rather excited to confess, because that’s one step closer to being yours <3. if it didn’t come out by accident, i.e him just spewing out “because i like you” after you asked him why he teased you, i think he’d do it in a rather meaningful way. just the two of you, alone, (so that you can kiss him if you want to hehe), maybe even buy you a small little gift and hands it to you while telling you how much you mean to him.

G = Giggle (What makes him laugh?)

when you compliment him. oh gosh this boy goes all blush and giggly when you compliment him, especially when you’re in the dating phase.

when you give someone a deserved shouting at. watching you stand up for yourself makes him overwhelmed with pride, but he can’t help but laugh at the person you’re giving the grief to, just because of how tiny and small you’re making them look.

when you wear his clothes for the first time. of course, you look cute, but the mismatch of items really makes him laugh, he just has to let it out while engulfing you in a hug.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

aww jay is definitely a back hugger. coming up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and waddling around aimlessly with your back pressed against his chest. sometimes he says nothing at all, he just appreciates you and your complaints of how he’s distracted you. other times, he just asks about your day, general small talk really, before walking to bed with you to cuddle and chat some more.

less frequently, he’ll give in and hug you normally, resting his chin on your shoulder and smiling, wondering why he doesn’t do it more often. as he pulls away, he places a gentle kiss on your forehead and tells you that he loves you, or that he’s missed you while he’s been working.

I = Instant (Do they believe in love at first sight?)

claims that he doesn’t because he thinks it’s shallow to base your feelings off of just someone’s appearance. he’s a little confused as to how you can fall in love with someone just by seeing their face, not even talking to them ?

actually, he does believe in it, he just needed to experience it to know. the aura and vibes that you give off attracts him to you in that moment. he feels a connection without even having to talk to you, he just knows that there is something there.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

he kind of loves it when he sees that people are interested in you. like yeah you’re hot, but you’re also all his, and he’s gonna show them hehe. he’d be all over your like a rash, kissing you delicately so that you don’t get suspicious or feel uncomfortable, or resting his hand on your lower back to let everyone know that they can’t have you.

if he sees you talking to a guy, he’s not gonna get pressed about it. he’s not going to ask you millions of questions about what you were talking about and who he is or whatnot, he actually loves seeing you smile from across the room and he doesn’t care who it is that is making you smile so yeah.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

shoulder ❗️ kisses ❗️ when he’s spooning you while you’re sleeping. when he senses someone is interested in you in public he’ll just stand behind you and kiss your shoulder. god he’s so cute without even realising BYE. (taken from my enhypen as boyfriends post). he also likes to kiss your hand, prince charming, eat your heart out.

he likes to initiate kisses, all of them. he smiles as he leans in, his tongue pushing against the back of his teeth making his smile more radiant. he starts with a few tiny little pecks, reaching for your head whether you’re sitting or standing. the kiss naturally deepens and his body language mimics yours. when you kiss, you truly become one. kisses like this are heated, but don’t happen all that often.

L = Love Confession (How fast do they say the L-word?)

saying the L word is a very big deal to him, he really has to be in love, and he has to have been in love for a while before he can say it.

honestly, before he actually said it, he’d been thinking about it for days. every time he looked at you, he wanted to say it. you were talking to him, but he wasn’t concentrating on what you were saying, even if he really did look like it. you finished your sentence and almost immediately after you did so, jay said it, those three words. he was so content that he’d said it too, a small smile appearing on his face which grew bigger the more he thought about it.

M = Memory (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

the time you bought matching rings for you and him! he remembers you dropping off the small gift bag at his door a few days after you’d been shopping with your friends. he opened it up to find a black ring with a moon shape carved of it, and a picture of your hand wearing the matching ring. he’d be lying if he said that he didn’t cry, scurrying back to his room to put it on straight away. he’d constantly be fidgeting with it, spinning it around his finger and thinking about you as he does so. when you two were together, he’d bring up the rings a lot, he would never be able to get over how cute they were, but he’d always be a little bummed out that you were too shy to give it to him in person.

N = No (What's their pet peeve?)

dirtiness. leaving a mess anywhere. just clean it up if you can, stop relying on him to always pick things up when you leave them lying around. he can sometimes tolerate it, but it builds up to the point where he has to complain about it because it’s getting too much.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their significant other?)

green. sage green particularly.

everything with you is so natural and fresh. you were such a new character when you came into his life, you were and still are like no one that he’s ever met before. he felt he could trust you and be himself around you instantly. you bring him comfort even though you’re someone that he’s never seen before.

P = Petnams (What pet names do they call their other half?)

baby, babygirl/babyboy, honey, sweetheart, prince/princess all that good stuff.

his favourite name to call you, though, is darling. especially when you two are alone, he thinks “darling” is so much more classy, intimate and loving, which perfectly describes your relationship.

he also calls you beautiful a lot (because that’s what u are hehe). that’s more so for when he’s asking you a question, though, especially when he’s buying something for you. “do you want this, beautiful?” ahh he’s so cute :(

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

he doesn’t have to remember, he just knows. knowing things about you is like knowing things about himself, he’s always ready and prepared for you to quiz him on anything because there’s no way that he can be wrong about it. even the stuff that you mention just briefly, he knows it. he’s also a very good judge of character, i think, so some things you don’t even have to tell him, he just knows.

oh and he LOVES to tell other people too. you’re his favourite topic of conversation, he could talk about you for hours and never run out of positive things to say.

R = Rainy day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

he doesn’t really care about the rain, he would just get on with his day as usual if he could. but not everyone wants to go out when it’s pouring down and he appreciates that so,,, did someone say karaoke??? he’s gonna be belting out high notes and rapping like his life depends on it. even if you’re not the usual type to join in, something about his energy makes you wanna get up and dance.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

you're his pride and joy, he’s going to do everything in his power to protect you. he believes that you can protect yourself, of course he does, and he doesn’t want to hurt you more than the thing he’s protecting you from, but he’s ready to intervene when he senses that things aren’t going as they should be.

if he can tell that you’re getting uncomfortable by someone’s presence, he’ll confront them and ask them to give you some space. he can get a little loud and aggressive with it when necessary too because no one should be made to feel like that.

it’s quite clear that jay isn’t the controlling type of boyfriend and so you don’t have to be worried about him being possessive. although he’d appreciate it if you told him where you’re going, just for his own peace of mind that should something happen to you, he at least knows where to find you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

okay so i see jay as the type of guy who cares more for memories than materialistic things, so that would definitely be reflected in the gifts he gives too. would probably book a vacation for the pair of you, or a spa day for you or something along those lines for your birthday or big anniversaries. also for your birthday, he likes to write you handwritten letters every year, detailing how grateful he is to have you by his side and how proud he is of the person you are today. saying all that though, for 100 days together, he did buy you a giant teddy which he noticed you kept propped up on your desk chair. he even named it for you too :((.

dates with jay are really chill and relaxed during the day. they mostly consist of shopping or watching a movie at home and are very much “at your own pace”. he likes that you can both just be yourselves, especially when you are only in that dating phase, as he feels he can get to know you better. he loves to please you too!! he’d rather do something that you enjoy, even if he doesn’t particularly enjoy the activity himself, because he gets to see you smile <33. more intense dates usually come in the form of dinner dates, where you dress up and have a sit down meal somewhere. he puts in a heck of a lot of effort into these, he’ll be planning and arranging things for days before because he really wants to impress you (which of course, he does). he brushes up on his knowledge of the food that is on the menu and on the correct etiquette for the date because that’s really important to him.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

he loves to game. he has games on his phone, on his pc, on the tv, just about everything he owns, he can game on. so sometimes you get ignored if he’s gaming :(. he’d LOVE LOVE LOVE if you joined in, or if you asked questions or what not, but when he’s in the zone, he’s there for a good while and you just cannot seem to get him out of it. (call jungwon to turn his game off if necessary ❗️he’s experienced and willing)

V = Vulnerability (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

he doesn’t want to tell you things too soon. he doesn’t want you to use them against him and hurt him just as he’s starting to fall for you. but he understands that the only way that things can develop is by telling you more and more about himself. i think you’d have to start it off, telling him some of the things that have shaped you into the person you are today, before he starts listing off the hardships that he’s had to endure in order to get to where he is now.

by the time you’re in a relationship, he trusts you completely. you know things about each other that no one else, not even the people closest to you, know.

W = Why (Why do they love their partner?)

you make him feel wanted, like he has a purpose, a role to play. when he feels like giving up, you’re there to help him back onto his feet. you give him a reason to do everything he wants to do and more. you appreciate him in ways that no one else has ever done, made him feel things that no one has ever made him feel, you’re someone he’s never had in his life before, and he loves you for it.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

boyfriend jay gives you the best massages, out of the blue. when he sees you sat at his gaming chair, his hands immediately come to massage your shoulders. when you lie with your feet on his lap while sitting on the couch, he starts massaging them gently while you watch tv. just as you got done working out, he’s be there with a nice ice cold bath already run and some spa music playing in the background while he rubs your thighs and calves. he knows he’s good at them and puts his skill to good use whenever he can :D.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, but other people love in a relationship?)

engaging in constant pda. just yuck, he wants his own space and he doesn’t understand how you can’t want yours either. he wants to eat and drink without you latched onto his arm, and he wants to be able to stand in line without needing to hug you or vice versa. it’s not that he doesn’t want to show off your relationship, he just doesn’t think that PDA necessary all the time.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

sleeping with his eyes open lmao. kinda creepy but you know he can’t help it, he doesn’t even know that he’s doing it so 🤷🏻‍♀️.

to conclude, jay, this is an official proposal pls be our bestie/boyf

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #jay enhypen fluff #jay park #park jeongseong #jay #jay park fluff #jay park imagines

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shiro-hatzuki · 3 years ago

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I loved reading your Es art analysis and wanted 2 ask what are your favorite milgram theories for each of the prisoners + es and jackalope! doesn't have to be like the ones you believe are the most likely to be canon or make the most sense but just ones you think are funny or interesting, I'd love to hear!

anon? you enabling me to scream about my opinions even more? /j

okay real talk, i can't say i have too many theories that are particular favorites of mine (tho i do have a few faves!) since i'm so indecisive and end up loving them all lol. i'll share some theories i've recently had on my mind, though!

theories below the cut! probably contains spoilers. also hyperlinks for days, and CW: several sensitive topics including prostitution, bullying, child abuse, and probably others that are standard fair for milgram will be mentioned.

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Haruka: killing my old self- wait a minute

this is the theory i came up with when i first was introduced to milgram. in this theory, haruka believes he was a "loved" child in his past and an "unloved" child in the present. he sees his past self as what he should ideally be, but through his unforgivable actions (hurting the girl, bashing the dog up with the rock, and possibly other actions we didn't see), he can no longer be a boy worthy of love nor happiness. he sees another child that is like his loved self or he sees his loved self in that child, and jealous (or a plethora of different emotions he may have), he kills that child. I hold this theory dear to me since it's my first one, but i quite like other haruka theories regarding the specifics of his motives as well as who the hell his victim is.

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Yuno: i don't get around that much

the theory goes that yuno is dating one older gentleman who has a lot of money (sugar daddy relationship), and the scenes we see are the 4 different times they met up that could have caused her pregnancy. as a side note, they probably met up more times than 4, but these are the times that she thinks might have caused it. due to the balloons in the giant balloon being different colors, though, i think it's more likely that she was an escort for 4 clients, but hey, it's possible.

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Fuuta: the gamer malewife of my dreams <3 /j

wow shiro, you have strangely specific dreams. anyways, this is a silly theory in which fuuta is actually surprisingly good at housework. fuuta has stated in his interro questions that his parents were divorce, and since he doesn't remember much about his mother, his parents probably separated early in his life. though i'm not sure if his dad was a working man or was struggling through some way or another, he probably had trouble taking care of the housework along while looking after his kids. that meant that the kids were either living in a messy house (not necessarily bad enough to warrant child protective services, just not spotless), or it was up to the kids to help with the chores. whatever happened, fuuta either prefers or is used to keeping everything clean, and from the shots we can see of what i assume is his current place of residence, he's been doing alright with keeping things relatively tidy (there are still some things here and there and his bed doesn't look made, but at least it's not like my room lol).

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Muu: the mv is in reverse order

i recently saw this theory after it was posted in the fancult server by a user that goes by pai, and i think it's super interesting! it goes that the murder of muu's victim and the ending scene actually happened before muu started to be bullied. victim girl was the subject of bullying, but then muu killed the girl. at first, her classmates feared muu, but eventually, they bullied her due to at least being suspected, if not know to be, the killer of victim girl. i'm not sure if i fully think this theory is probable, but i do find it interesting to think that the timeline we see is not reality.

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Shidou: "bad at my job" kirisaki

my half baked theory on shidou i posted a bit ago! according to the theory, shidou is a surgeon who does very vital operations that could save lives, but he's a really bad surgeon, so he can't save lives for shit. it's not that he didn't study and train properly, didn't take his job seriously, nor didn't care about his patients; he did all of those things! but for some reason, he keeps screwing up. the flower person at the end is actually a symbol of his dying career because he can't save people for shit, each flower being a patient he tried to save - thought he saved - building up to a mountain of failure. this theory is mostly a joke and an excuse to say "shidou sucks" a few times /lh. (i still love him, tho)

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Mahiru: the last supper

i think the theory that "mahiru's food we see in day 16 killed her lover" is really funny. okay, so it could be the yandere thing like in the psychogram (the song she covered) mv where it's intentionally killing him because "with your death, you can be bound to me forever" or whatever's going on there, but it's funnier to think that mahiru accidently put something her partner is deathly allergic to, she passed out, then woke up to find that her partner had died from her food. alternatively, her partner had choked on his food while mappi was passed out. oops.

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Kazui: faithful to the end

basically me going "haha noooo kazui don't cheat you're so sexy." the theory is that kazui didn't cheat on his wife with the woman at the bar. the woman was just a business partner, coworker, or even just a female friend. however, although there were no romantic feelings, it still stood in contrast with his relationship with his wife. he wasn't enjoying his wife's company anymore. he didn't love her anymore. he should have kept up the lie of being content with the partner he chose for his life, but he let the lie slip away. but both him and his partner were not as young as they used to be, and perhaps they had been married for long enough that the years they spent together amounting to nothing but a failed marriage gave a feeling of hopelessness, at least to them. thus, for better or worse (i think worse), they didn't divorce.

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Amane: childhood stardom

in the early days of amane's mv release, i saw a small theory going around that amane was literally a child star on a television show, and the entertainment industry was rough on her/possibly abusive towards her as well as other child talents (or at least the particular company she was contracted under). of course, nowadays you don't see this theory as much, and the religious themes that have been surrounding her since the beginning of the project have lead to the cult theory being more prevalent and the tv themes being taken less literally. i personally agree that the tv themes are much less literal when i interpret amane and don't believe that amane was a child talent for tv, but i still think about this theory with fondness.

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Mikoto: running from my dark days

the theory goes that mikoto was once part of a gang when he was younger. probably not yakuza, but a rag-tag street gang or even biker gang. he went to school and joined the workforce to get away from his past, but he couldn't break away from the gang so easily. the dude we see crawling away from him at the train platform looks a bit like what your average gang member might look like, and the imagery of bikes and bikers, knives, bats, and probably other street thug imagery are all over mikoto's tarot cards. i think this theory is neat, and i never would have thought of it on my own.

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Kotoko: i have what you want to know

the theory is that kotoko needs to work a few odd jobs to get by, one of them being an info broker. this mainly comes from the back-alley deal scene where she is exchanging slips of paper with another person. information is one of the currencies she works in when on the streets, thus why she seems so keen on gathering information. it also helps her own goals when she exchanges information with others, such as tracking down the people she's beating up (and potentially beating to death hi dude that kotoko probably killed). admittedly, my love for this theory might just come from my inexplicable bias towards info broker/informant characters. yeah, very specific, i know.

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Es: child of the prison

for this theory, es was raised in the milgram prison. this theory comes from the eleventh door being very old (assuming it was once es's cell) as well as the impression i got from things like undercover, which is that the clues to es's past are hidden within the prison, not just their forgotten memories. furthermore, if they were raised to be a prison guard, then that could explain why they accepted and fell into the role so easily. the details are still dodgy for me, though. were they born in the prison? or were they a young child that was brought to the prison and raised there? of course, it could just be that es wasn't raised in the prison at all, too. i'm hoping that the light novel could shed some light on the nature of wardens becoming wardens if not show es themself.

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Jackalope: literally just a rabbit

so we know that es is basically the only one that can hear jackalope, but after seeing various things in the milgram ip with the prisoners just considering jack to be a bunny and even treating him like a normal bunny, i wondered if he literally looked like a normal bunny. shidou's drawing of jack made this theory much less likely, though, since he drew jack with horns. idk if the prisoners assume the horns are attached to his head or not, but at the very least, the horns are on him. still, this theory was really funny while it lasted because es would've been like "he doesn't like it when you call him a rabbit. i guess he's not quite a rabbit since he's a mythical creature with horns." and the prisoners would've been like "horns??? you tripping, warden?????"

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and those are some of the theories i've had on my mind for every character! the theories that are mostly not bsed from my own head are muu's, mahiru's, amane's, and mikoto's, though i currently can't find links to more in depth explanations of these theories (if i find them again, i'll hyperlink those too)(also this is not to say the other theories weren't thought of by other people. it's just that i thought of those mostly independently aside from some back and forth with a friend for one or two of them, and if they match someone else's theory, it's by coincidence. or blame that friend /j).

thank you for this ask, anon! it was fun doing a quick run through of all of these.

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butterfrogmantis · 3 years ago

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What would all the canon smurfs parents make of their kiddos partners? :3

Ok for a second I got quite confused because I was like 'wait there's canon parents' but then I realised what you meant I hope XD

I'm still have some to go of course! Including developing two for another anon atm, but I can go off the ones I currently have :) Actually, I've even been thinking about a grandparent AU~ however that would be likely to change some key events in my timeline so I'd have to work out how the hell to adjust for it to keep things more or less on the same track XD Regardless! I'll treat these like it was the grandparent AU and ignore development, I'll fix that later

Farmer's:

Both Hayseed and Florist would be super open armed and friendly to Tailor! They are literally just sweet simple living folks with big hearts and extra chairs for the table. It's a pretty different atmosphere to Tailor's house so he might feel a little bit strange at first but in a good way! The farming household is cosy and warm and likes to play silly board games into the night and there's always a bowl of goodies on the coffee table. Diligent and Sower are made a big fuss of, of course <3 Hayseed tends to be that cool grandpa that lets them ride the horses or whatever the hell the Smurf equivalent is. Florist calls Diligent a handsome spitting image of his grandpa. I mean not really but go off Florist, she’s just proud.

Tailor's:

Well lets say that regardless of their opinion, almost anyone is welcomed better than Tailor's teenage ex XD Modiste would never have approved of a bully boyfriend. Farmer on the other hand is very obviously hopelessly devoted so that's already a massive improvement! Tailor's household is much larger, especially with his cousins and we could assume aunt and uncle in this situation too. The atmosphere tends to be a bit more serious and conversational, but it's fine, Farmer does his best :) Yarner is somewhat taken aback by the sheer freaking HEIGHT of this Smurf though, but he is as short as his son which doesn't help him perspective wise.

They also fuss over the grandkids but it tends to be more of a literal fussing than coddling - Yarner likes to make sure Tailor's keeping up with proper hair care for Sower since she's the only female Smurf in their household, which Tailor's already told him a million times yes dad we know there's a lot of it, it's fine, leave off. Funnier in the human verse where all three of them have exactly the same hair so it's such a random thing for him to pick on but at least Yarner cares. Modiste just tuts about how her grandkids keep outgrowing their new clothes and could they please stop taking after their other father it's inconsiderate /j.

Clumsy’s:

Well I kind of envisioned that Clumsy wouldn’t have known his father outside of stories about him, but he’d have been verrrrrrry close to his mother <3 Even so, I think Sweet Treat would have only had a .. civil relationship with Stormy. They both tried really hard to get along but at the end of the day they were just very different women. Stormy never really liked desserts or baked goods either, too sweet for her and physical affection (so, hugs) isn’t her love language either so yeahh all of ST’s favourite things gone in an instance XD Again, they were always polite and pleasant but Sweet Treat would feel a bit sad she couldn’t have a proper bond with the mother of her first grandchildren.

And then there was Handy, who was a complete 180. He adores baked goods and sweets (secret sweet tooth don’t ya know). Sweet Treat ADORES her son-in-law. Literally gets more excited to see Handy than her own son /j /j /j. They’d have a very strong bond and ST was also so proud of her ‘handsome boys’. As for ST being a grandmother, oh god she’d be the best. She loves all 3 of her grandchildren equally, there’s no favouritism towards the twins or Mari, but she is absolutely the embodiment of this image

Handy’s:

Well, they’re ... nice, if a bit confused XD More specifically Mechanic, since Chimerical tends to be very outgoing and friendly regardless and was always very encouraging of her son;s uh, obscure romance choices! Mechanic was ... puzzled. He was fine when teen Handy was dating Architect, yeah nice, he could see a cool future there. They broke up? No biggie Handy can find someone else. He’s in love with a what now? A fish? A fish woman? A PRINCESS fish woman? Handy what the hell. Oh he’s serious about this? Oh no they broke up. Oh well that’s a shame Mechanic didn’t see how that would work anyway. Now maybe his son will think sensibly about - he’s dating someone with kids? Well I guess he’s taking the family life seriously at last. What’s the guys name? Oh give your old pa a break, Handy.

Again in terms of parenting, they’d both be very careful to include the twins as they mean a lot to Handy though :) Even if Mari is their bio granddaughter, even Mechanic wouldn’t be able to resist any of those little Smurflings for long, he doesn’t care that much as long as his son is happy at the end of the day.

Vanity’s:

Well, they’d probably appreciate Grouchy’s cynical attitude but not really be impressed by his standing. Ironically, they’d be very impressed by Don Smurfo’s noble title ... and less so by his overly passionate personality. Honestly though these parents aren’t ever really happy. Honestly probably would play favourites with Vanity being their born and raised son and Aloof being their bio grandchild compared to cloned son Somebody and adoptee Quixotic. That’s not the kids fault, Snooty and Spoiled are just kind of arseholes. At least Vanity and Somebody have each other to lean on.

Don’s:

I still need to design his mother but I actually designed his father ages ago. Here he is :) and in contrast to Snooty and Spoiled not giving a rat’s ass about Somebody, Conte would love him!! A bit untraditional perhaps but you know what? Don loves him! And he’s kind of fun, Conte would take that over any tradition

#smurfs #butterverse asks #BFM grandparents

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murswrites · 4 years ago

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Fluff Alphabet ⎯ K. Hargreeves

Character/Celeb: Klaus Hargreeves Fandom: The Umbrella Academy MASTERLIST Request from anon: Can you do a Klaus fluff alphabet? 👀

A/N I love this cutie so much----

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Klaus loves how supportive you are, he’s been forced into isolation for a lot of his life so it means a lot that you care no matter what.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

I don’t think Klaus would be overly interested in having kids for many reasons. One of them being that he’s worried the baby will inherit some form of his powers and he wouldn’t wish his powers on even his worst enemy.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Klaus is like a big baby, he wants to be held and close to you. A lot of the time, he’s lounging on you like a house cat, he’ll lay his stomach across your legs, lay his head on your lap. And if you’re laying down, Klaus will lay on top of you.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Very sporadic and impromptu, to be honest. Sometimes he’s just like “Wanna go out?” and then you’re being dragged to typically a nightclub. A lot of the times they’re simple movie night with popcorn.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

“You are my savior.”

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

He wasn’t sure what he was feeling, but he knew he liked the feeling of loving you. But when Klaus finally realized for sure that he loved you, it was during one of your long rants as he just watched you with his head resting on his hands all dazy eyed.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Klaus handles you with care. His hugs are secure but soft, he kisses you deeply but warmly, when you do anything ;) he’s so sweet and loving.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

He much prefers to be hugging you but whenever y’all are up to no good, Klaus likes to tangle your fingers together.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

When he first saw you, Klaus was intrigued as to who you were and why you weren’t fawning over him much like many others have.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Most of the time no, but he acts like a little kid in my opinion. He will likely sulk and roll his eyes while arguing with Ben about talking to you.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Klaus definitely kissed you first, he thought nothing of it, a peck on the cheek doesn’t count? Right?

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

You say it at the same time.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

When you tried to teach Klaus how to make no-bake cookies and he made it wrong so the cookies didn’t set right :(

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Klaus spoils you with love <3

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Any warm color.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Darling, hun, a nickname based of your name.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

He likes live music, but really anything that drowns out the spirits.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Klaus honestly loves playing in the rain and running around, jumping in puddles.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Music really helps him and so does talking to anyone as a way to distract himself from the spirits.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Really anything, Klaus is the type to do the “Just hit a blunt...” thoughts,,, even when he’s not high. He also really likes arguing about random bullshit and will DIE ON THAT HILL!!

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Taking baths with music in the background.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

His sobriety and friends.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

He’d definitely pull out a ring and be like “Wanna elope?”

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Fake Happy - Paramore + She - Harry Styles

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Honestly? Not really, he’s never been on to commit to someone so it hasn’t really crossed his mind.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

I think anything fluffy, but coming to mind would be a maine coon or mini-lop rabbit! He’d name it after something silly like a drug, ex: MJ (Mary Jane), Chrissy (chrystal meth EJWNFIGN)

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#the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy season 2 #tua #tua s2 #klaus hagreeves #klaus hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves headcanon #klaus hargreeves imagine #fluff alphabet #robert sheehan

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milkiijustwrites · 4 years ago

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bakery anon here(the one that requested the encouragement letter and hcs of sunny and basil)!! i hope you dont mind if i participate in the matching event :) im bi as fuck and need antidepressants :) is it fine if i request both a matchup for omori and yttd? ive been playing yttd lately and adore the dolls way too much- if not, a matchup for whatever is easier for you would be best. :) i'm really two-faced, in my opinion. depends on who im talking to. with a stranger/someone i dont know well, im usually awfully polite and respectful to said person. i do what i can for them, but i wont go above the basic needs or risking anything personal for a stranger unless they need it badly. i tend to sweet talk people i dont know and have short-lived conversations because i am a socially and privately awkward person who needs therapy :) with my close(ish) friends though, im more willing to show just how much of a crackhead i really am(i dont smoke crack). i tend to make a lot of shitposts, and whoever doesnt accept them gets to leave. i have anger issues and tend to snap at people should they hurt someone i love and care about; yes this is the reason why im wanted in over 17 different countries /j in person, im the most antisocial piece of shit known to man and only come out of my house every month to stock up on yarn and baking supplies. i run that business i told you about, and i make all sorts of baked and knit goods because yes :) god knows how many times ive been embarassed at younger me i was such a cringey kid and STILL AM i still get fixated over the things i love and obsess over them for like 2 weeks then switch to a new obsession- current obsession is this fanganronpa with cuphead characters my friend wrote B) ok thats about it :) use this how you will! thank you sm for reading this and if you actually answer it i will cry tears of amazement over how youre more consistent than i -bakery anon

Hii! Thank you participating in the event !

A/N: ah yes!! Bakery anon! Thank you for always supporting me! No problem! I'll get your match up ready :))

For Omori, I match you up with......

MARI

Ok, I'm bugging around Mari or Kel here so uh :) Mari

Ok , just hear me out. Mari have her humor, and you have your humor, just imagine both of you just being a crackhead and do weird stuffs together. But of course, at the end both of you will clean up the mess by yourself , like- silly but independent couple

And I can see Mari helping out with you with your business cause I headcanon Mari being good at everything yknow 👁️‼️

" Y/N! Let's get some pizza after work alright?"

And for yttd, I match you up with....

RANMARU KAGEYAMA

I couldn't look for RANMARU normal gifs HELP

Idk , it just gives me the feels, that ranmaru and you could be a great match.

RANMARU is very lovesick for me, if he falls in love he will show his two-faced personality , that is treat you like a goddess and treat to everyone else' >:( '

Cause both of you and ranmaru are a bit protective over important people , I think y'all's couple vibes are <33

" how do you sew..?"

#keithan❄️games #keithan❄️serving #serving milkshakes #omori #omori game #omori headcanons #omori mari x reader #mari omori x reader #mari omori #mari #omori mari #yttd #your turn to die #yttd ranmaru #your turn to die ranmaru #ranmaru kageyama #ranmaru

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doomstypewriter · 4 years ago

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abt the last ask: u dont have to include it ofc (if u write it at all) but i thought id let u know that its based on the mental image i suddenly had of j climbing up to pats window, knocking on the shutters, pat pulling him in by his lapels and immediately kissing him (if you can even call it that with how hard theyre smiling) & then sometime later pat hearing like his dads footsteps coming toward his room as theyre making out so pat scrambles off his bf & shoves him in his closet (the irony)

Anon, finally, here you have it, but with a twist. This got completely out of hand, as per usual when I write anything. Since you were so nice (/li) to send me your request in two parts, I will actually break your prompt into two parts, otherwise, it’s never going to end. I hope you’re pleased by the first part, also, I am answering to this first because it matches the content of the first part.

Thank you so much for your lovely prompt! Hope you enjoy!

If anyone wants to be tagged for this let me know in a comment!

AO3

Chapter 2 >>

We call it an affair because it’s a forbidden romance

Summary: An encounter in the dark. The disdain of society. A forbidden romance. Royalty is involved and a title is at stake. Will an aspiring count, Patton Morandi and his rogue lover Janus overcome the barriers laid in front of them?

(We're in it for the drama)

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“So long away and what I least expect is not you saving my life, but finding myself having missed your nonsense”.

“Is it nonsense when I make you smile like this?”

Word count: 3848

Pairings: Moceit, future Prinxiety.

TW: Homophobia, internalised homophobia, deadnaming a trans person, misogyny, mentions of religion, hopelessness, ideological things you would expect from the period (I'm not sure if there's anything else, but please tell me).

Chapter 1 of 2:

Balcony kiss

How the moonlight shone in its quiet dance with the nightly air. It was a mostly clear summer evening, the second day of the week-long festival. The sounds of music and colourful lights could be heard and seen from the distance, but gradually decreased as a certain thief made its way across the gardens of Villa Morandi. For certain, the head of the family would not be excessively happy about the entire ordeal, but no disgruntlement could come out of those things of which one has no knowledge of, and Janus surely intended to keep his entanglement a secret.

He crossed the bushes and jumped over marble balustrades expertly, careful to avoid the lights of the servant quarters, where their residents were reading themselves for departure.

“Signor Morandi seems to be in good spirits lately, it is fortunate that most of us can leave for the festival”.

Any news about the man was something worth listening to, given his situation, so he decided to stay and see if they mentioned something useful. Also, he, admittedly, enjoyed gossip.

“Loretta! Don’t be such a bragger in front of us!”

“Why? I’d say the only one lamenting not being able to go is you. You should be ashamed for dragging poor Virginia in with you to make yourself sound less self-centred”.

Janus silently nodded.

“That is not true! I am merely trying to make the newcomer feel welcome! And here you are making her feel excluded, who is now in the wrong?”

Weak retort, wannabe-partygoer, he thought.

“Va, va…” the other maid answered dismissively “Quit holding her like that! Don’t you see she’s uncomfortable?! Povera bambina”.

“Come on Virginia, don’t you think it’s a waste for such a wrinkly woman to be let out instead of us?”

“Who are you calling old?!”

“You did, but now that you so kindly brought it up, you are old! Turning wrinklier by the second!”

Alright, at this point, Janus could not help but be rooting for Loretta, going for the old card was the low-hanging fruit.

“I may be your senior, but I promise you that regardless of that nonsense about wrinkles you’re babbling I’m ten times more fair looking!”

“Ah!” she exclaimed with feigned indignation. “Can you believe her? She’s delusional!”

“Well then, the delusional one will not search for a man at the festival, such a pity I will not be introducing anyone to you this week!”

He smiled at the comeback. Way to go, Loretta.

“Loretta! Just because you had the luck to get engaged doesn’t give you the right to rob others of their chances. Don’t be so mean, I’ll apologise if I must”.

“Alright, but never dare call me wrinkly again, for you will owe this old woman when I find you a husband. Virginia, I can help you too if you want it, I know plenty of young lads who would love to…”

“Oh, no, I’m not really interested”.

At this point Janus had quenched his thirst for amusement and begun to lose his interest, having more pressing matters to attend to. But, one new comment made him reconsider the usefulness of his eavesdropping for longer on the ladies’ conversation.

“That’s right, Loretta, don’t you see she’s here on official duty. To suggest for her to slack off with men… ts, ts… “

“Oh, you shut up! Don’t fret, Virginia, dear, I should have remembered you were sent for an urgent matter”.

“True, true! Tell us if you can, is it as they say? Was her ladyship done in by pirates?”

“Elda! Such crude language, you dare call yourself a lady, how can you say something so insensitive?”

“What? You want to know as badly as I do, besides, if it is true, then there is no changing it, and if it’s not then it’s fine, as her ladyship is still alive”.

“I’m so sorry, Virginia, just ignore her”.

“Don’t worry. As far as I’m willing to say, her ladyship still lives but I cannot disclose any further information”.

Oh.

No.

When one spies on others, bad news exists as a possibility, but, usually, in the form of getting caught. This happened to be worse. Being spotted? That he could deal with. Having his heart ripped out after one stellar month? Not so much.

He ran.

Not from his problems. More or less towards them.

The marble balcony seemed as unreachable as ever. A sense of dread loomed over his thoughts, while a mix of feelings, now turned into urgency, settled in his heart.

Raising a hand Janus willed his trustworthy companion to fall from the nightly skies. Meanwhile, he began to climb the walls of the manor. There was an undeserved elegance in his motions, not becoming of such an honourless goal, and, nevertheless, fitting for a thief like him.

The hawk swept inside the room from a window and cast the doors to the balcony open.

Janus promptly grabbed onto the bass of the marble balustrade. One month ago he had received news of something that would simplify his life. He knew he should not care, it was going to end poorly no matter what. But, rereading two months worth of love letters and hoping for an uncertain future, he could not help but feel happy. That made his resolve to return in time for the festival.

From the room came a sound of rushing footsteps.

Three months of yearning to see a face again.

That image made Janus more desperate, and, in his haste, he committed one fatal mistake. His grip on the marble slipped. At a thirty feet height, the ground beckoned him.

But, just when his doom seemed so certain, he was caught by the front of his cape and safely gathered against a pair of lips.

With such smiles stretching their faces, it could barely be called a kiss. But, the intensity of the affections behind it rendered the notion meaningless.

“My love”, Janus muttered as they parted ever so slightly.

“You scared me, silly. I miss you for three months and when you’re returned to me I almost lose you for good”.

“Let’s be happy you were there to catch me”.

“Thank the Lord, and if He wills it, I will always be”.

“I ought to be grateful to you, my dear, not the ones above” he answered while stepping to the safe side of the balcony.

“Well, our poor feathery friend can’t be too happy about that” Patton laughed dismissively, gazing at Janus’ hawk.

“You’re right. I neglect to show my gratitude, perhaps you could give me somewhere to start?”

“Oh, but how can I hand you my room, my sweet, the stones of the house are too heavy!”

“So long away and what I least expect is not you saving my life, but finding myself having missed your nonsense”.

“Is it nonsense when I make you smile like this?”

Janus laughed in delight.

“Let me make you smile in turn, then”, he said, whilst extending his hand.

The touch of Patton’s palm felt like a warm pressure through the barrier of his leather gloves. Perhaps all of his interactions were as imperfect as their naked hands not being able to meet. Janus�� fake gallantry, their hopes, may be short-lived in the face of change. But, for now, he would rather enjoy pretending.

He pulled Patton to the inside of the alcove.

“Are you refined now?” Patton laughed.

“Of course, I have always been. Whatever could lead you to ask such a question? If I were to be a thief, which I am not, I would be the most honourable”.

There was a certain amount of delight to be found in catching his lover in the midst of changing into his night robes, judging by those being laid out onto the bed’s ostentatious covers. Despite such a degree of luxury surrounding Patton, he still refused to task any servant to dress him. What was there not to love about the man?

Patton made a motion as if to hold his hands, only to surprise him by pulling his gloves off. Any other person, and it would have been a display of sensuality, coming from him, it was like movement turned into honey, perhaps a mixture of both. Indeed, there was everything to love about him.

Maybe not all. Janus dreaded to admit how deep in he had allowed himself to be for this man.

A fool for a good man.

His hands felt the light night coldness in their grip on the linen shirt. Janus almost wanted to chastise himself as the thought of kissing away the kiss of the midnight breeze came to mind. He hid in the curve of Patton’s neck, sliding his lips along it, feeling like a coward whispering a lie. Countless lies. Telling himself this was enough, that he could bear the thought of this man taken away from him by a woman, that the thrill in this forbidden form of vice was not his worry taking yet another disguise.

“Oh, you’re a thief alright”.

“Is there something of yours I happen to have taken?” Janus retorted with a vague tone of amusement.

Patton cradled his left cheek in a firm request to see his face. Who was Janus to deny him?

“You know all too well you have”.

Oh.

“Well, that would make two of us”.

Patton’s expression melted into more honey. It always made Janus unsure as to whether he had made a mistake, no matter how unfounded the doubt was.

“Thank you” the words rebounded in proximity against the other’s lips. Janus didn’t know Patton could also be cruel.

“A little sincerity never hurt anyone”.

“You are not anyone” he smiled softly.

“Then make the pain up to me”.

Both their lips made contact like a wax seal on a letter. Janus pushed Patton against a low piece of furniture. From how the other fumbled, he could tell a corner was pressing against him. Despite the sting, Patton still committed himself to their affections. If that wasn’t a metaphor for their relationship Janus didn’t know what it was. Janus knew Patton would disagree, of course.

It seemed that exchanging one piece of furniture for another, the bed, would not be possible. Someone was knocking on the door.

“Janus…” Patton panicked in a hushed voice.

“Not a problem, my dear, this is my speciality” he smiled at him.

Janus’ feet almost flew over the carpet, muffled by the Persian fibres and his expertise on avoiding the parts of the floor that creaked. He turned the key of Patton’s wardrobe without the distinctive noise most people couldn’t avoid. Luckily for them, he wasn’t most people. The door mysteriously closed itself from the inside. Janus could swear to hear Patton draw a breath in wonder as to how he had done it.

“My son, let me in!” a voice came from the corridor.

“On my way, father”.

The mule-like bray of the alcove’s door hinges Janus detested preceded the sound of a set of footsteps he knew and loathed just as well, if not more.

“Were you reading yourself for bed? Ah, do not answer, I can already see your night robes over there. How many times need I tell you, call the servants to dress you, it is unbecoming that you do not. Moreso with the status you are to acquire”.

Janus almost scoffed upon hearing it.

It wasn’t that Janus outright looked down on Signor Morandi. He certainly held an admirable reputation and an even more admirable wealth. He contributed to the church, upheld his honour, was a patron to a few talented artists and did everything expected from someone of his status. By societal definition, he was an outstanding man. But, he could never understand Patton. Yes, Patton’s behaviour in public also stood to scrutiny. He was a young man to be admired, for sure. Yet, it somehow mismatched any other person’s strive for reputability. Patton lacked this performative quality, eagerness, if you will, that he found time and time again in people.

At first, Janus struggled to comprehend it. Everyone had desires outside of the strictly polite, they either pretended they didn’t or tried to hide it, that’s why they paid the church, after all. Janus didn’t believe people made an effort to actively align with the global canon for morality, just to look like it or deceive themselves. This theory on society made it so when he met Patton he simply dismissed him as a try-hard, later to relabel him as self-deceiving. Maybe he was a victim of his own biased cynicism.

As they grew closer, he started to get the whole picture. To his surprise, Patton tried to get his desires to align with what he perceived as morally correct, sometimes failing miserably. Janus’ presence in his room didn’t qualify as a success by society’s criteria... Patton’s effort to be ‘good’ did not come from a place of wishing to be perceived as such. Patton didn’t want to look good, he needed to be good. A good man. The realisation was hard to process but true.

Once he understood that, Janus could not let go. It stands to reason that, if that kind of person were to earn his affection, someone like his father would awaken his spite. Signor Morandi had simply never made an effort to understand his son’s motivations, unlike Janus. If he was a cynic, Patton was a victim to his own good intentions.

“I do not understand”.

“Lady Renata Regio is alive”.

“Oh”.

“Yes, it is most fortunate, you will no longer have to stay inside and miss the festival”.

“Well, father, I am not sure if that is appropriate, her ladyship must be feeling poorly after such a horrid experience. Perhaps it is best if I stay in and promptly send a letter to help soothe her”.

“Patton, it honours you to be willing to put the weak’s suffering before yours, but it is not needed in this case. You do not have to concern yourself with her. I am afraid that she is safe and sound on the account of having planned her own kidnapping. Lady Renata Regio has joined the pirates bringing disgrace upon her family, the wretched woman”.

Yes! Janus thought. Neither the wardrobe nor the entire room could contain his joy at hearing it.

“That is most unfortunate, should I reassure her family that I do not hold any resentment towards them?”

“It would be no good, there is going to be a scandal!” Signor Morandi sounded too happy.

Janus could not help but to smile a little.

“Are we going to pursue any retaliation?” Janus almost saw Patton shudder in the tone he used. “I do not think it necessary, it is a matter of marriage, although important, there are many other options that--”

“Yes, there are many other women to pursue, that is the spirit! In said spirits, I must inform you of the most wonderful news I have just received”.

What?

“Today a trusted servant from the Regio estate arrived at our home”.

“Yes, Virginia Fusco”, of course, Patton knew her name. “I personally received her, she refused to tell me exactly why she was sent here, also insisted to wait to talk to you”.

“Precisely, well, it turns out she is the personal servant of Lady Romina Regio”.

“The eldest of the twin daughters of the Regio?”

“Indeed. Let me be frank with you son, the Regio know they cannot keep the true actions of their lesser daughter hidden forever, a rumour is meant to surface eventually. This is very unfortunate for them, I have heard they were planning to match Lady Romina with a higher member of the nobility. Her sister’s actions have ruined her chances, it is unlikely that whoever was to marry her will accept such a union. My son, you know I always have your best interests in mind, Lady Renata Regio was a fine choice to provide you with connections to nobility. In turn, her family would have got access to our wealth, which, after their losses in the war, they need”.

Oh no.

“This being the circumstances, they have to choose how to align themselves in the future and what would be more advantageous to the family”.

“Shit” Janus said under his breath.

“We are about to reach an agreement for a marriage between Lady Romina Regio and you. I need you to understand that, if you are to accept, you will have to face some troubles, at least initially. The rumours about Lady Renata’s motivations may taint your reputation for a short while and the Regio’s rush to marry off Lady Romina will raise more rumours”.

“What choice would please you the most?”

“Oh, Patton, you idiot”.

“The union could make your child a count, you could potentially obtain a title depending on how we negotiate with the family. It is my wish that you accept this marriage”.

“Will this bring honour to our family?”

“Certainly”.

“Then…” an air of doubt went through Patton’s voice.

Janus was debating whether or not to burst out of the closet, either to tell him to refuse or to scold him for not accepting immediately what was probably the best opportunity of his life.

“Of course I will accept”.

“You make me very happy and proud, my son. I will meet with the servant girl to send her back with a letter requesting to meet with Lord Regio”.

The words were spoken carelessly. Signor Morandi often did that around his son, not knowing how many times he had been overheard by him. He may be a great man by society’s standards, but he could never be a good man.

Janus slumped against the back of the wardrobe, surrounded by pieces of clothing he could never afford. There was a world in which Patton had refused. But Patton hadn’t been left a real choice, so he could find some comfort in knowing this thing between the two had to end due to him being backed into a corner. Better than having Patton’s morals come between them. That, he would never reconcile with.

This was better than before. Being cast away for something as mundane as marriage, no matter the useful connections involved, was one thing, being left for a countess, well, if that’s what it took to refuse him he wouldn’t complain too much.

He would have preferred a marchioness or a duchess.

He would have preferred to be the only thing standing in between Patton and kingship and still win.

He would definitely prefer it if Signor Morandi was to accidentally fall down a flight of stairs on his way to writing his pesky letter.

There was nothing like a fire to persuade someone, even a countess…

But Patton would be upset.

His hawk screeched from the roofs above. Then footsteps rushed to his side, followed by candlelight flooding the inside of the closet.

Patton had no right to look so humble yet so marvellous. Not even the warmth of the flame could rival with that of his gaze. A gaze that was his’, not of any countess. But, still, a gaze that deserved to become a count.

“Janus…”

Honey clogging up his ears, that was the shape of a whisper.

“I suppose”, he shook off the dust of his cape and held his head up with dignity, “this is when we part. I’d love to say it’s a pity, but we saw it coming. Guess it was nice to enjoy it while it lasted. I’m always a letter away, my dear, that countess of yours wouldn’t ever find out”.

This was the bitter taste of selflessness. He never understood how Patton enjoyed it.

Janus turned around, ready to make his merry way out of Villa Morandi or fall off the balcony properly this time. Suddenly, Patton’s armed chained the two of them to their spot in the room. Patton’s chest heaved pitifully in a mockery of a hiccup.

“I’m sorry. What was I supposed to do? There was no other choice. I didn’t wish to upset you. Please--”

“What do you think you’re doing?”

He promptly let him go.

“I…”

Janus turned back to face him.

“You think crying will make this easier? Do you seriously think I enjoy this? I would gladly rob you of everything and have you entirely to myself. It is taking so much self-restraint to not get your father into a tragic accident, my dear. If anything, you’re making it worse by crying. I am doing this for you. Don’t you dare ruin the one honourable thing I will do in my life”.

“How can I pretend to be happy when you’re leaving?”

There were sparks of light encased in his tears. Something about their ironic beauty left him even more heart-broken.

“What am I going to do, then? I can be selfish to an extent, but I cannot take the rest of your life too. You’re being offered a title and a wife, all the things someone at your level could wish for. Don’t be more of an imbecile, keep it. It is already inappropriate for you to be seen with the likes of me, and it’s even worse with me being a man”.

“You’ve never cared about that”.

“But you do! Let resume, dear”, he tried to say in his most condescending voice. It didn’t sound even remotely like it. “You go to church each Sunday, you have five bibles just in this room and the most sincere good-samaritan complex I have ever seen. I know you can’t bear to live in sin”.

“I can’t bear to live without you either!”

Oh, Patton, you fool, silly, ridiculous man…

“What…” he felt as if he was going crazy.

A chuckle escaped through the spaces in between his teeth. Janus looked downwards and whispered.

“What are you saying?”

This self-consciousness, he had never felt anything like it before. Was he blushing?

“I love you… I know it’s wrong, so why doesn’t it feel like it?”

More honey. What a way for his plan to backfire.

“This is ridiculous, you should be concerning yourself with more important--”

Patton placed the back of his hand under his jaw to raise his head with such gentleness... stupid.

“Is it ridiculous when it’s making you cry like this?”

A compassionate man’s tears were not worth his. He had never been as sure as now that this was a mistake. Yet he longed for him more than ever.

“Of course not” he wiped away his tears feigning some kind of dignity.

As quickly as ever, he also pretended to regain his composure.

“Do you have any sort of plan for what you’re going to do next? Under pressure, you’re a terrible improviser, my love”.

“Well...I can’t let you go. I know as much. I should, for my family, father, my honour. But I will not. You’ve shown me that acting selfishly doesn’t make someone evil. I will find a way to fulfil my duty without giving you up, you have my word”.

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sweetwritertanya · 5 years ago

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Pet Names

Summary: You are way too shy and stutter too much when embarrassed to ask Taehyung to call you some loving pet names. You confide this on your friends, not aware of how your boyfriend would find out about it and totally be into it.

Warnings: SMUT. Mixed with fluff, because pet names screams fluff to me. But there is a lot of smut on this story, so be aware of: erotic body touching; fingering; dirty talk (kind of, not too much); safe sex (I know, it’s a rarity. Always be safe!); pet names (obviously).

Requested: YES! A sweet anon requested this, so I hope you’ll like it! Not sure this was what you had in mind, I truly hope it suffices. Thank you for the request!

Word Count: 3421

You were texting your friends as you waited for your boyfriend to get home. They were trying to convince you to talk to him today about something you were definitely too embarrassed to bring up. In fact, the only reason your friends even knew about this problem you had was because you always felt a lot more comfortable speaking to them via text, rather than in person. It always amazed you that they told you with such ease all the dirty details of their relationships, when you would blush and stutter a storm if asked about. In a text, however, no one could see your burning cheeks and you voice didn’t waver if you only had to write.

Good friends as they were, they kept assuring you it was a normal request to have of your boyfriend, and that you were making a big deal out of nothing. The thing was, being as shy as you were, what other people may consider normal in a relationship always kind of made you embarrassed. Especially when a girl like you, voluptuous as you were, was dating such an attractive man like Taehyung.

It was like, every time you stared for too long into those big dark eyes, your mind just turned to mush and you felt yourself grow warmer under your skin. Inevitably, you would shy away and be unable to speak your mind clearly.

The rustling of keys from the door outside brought you out of your thoughts. You had given Taehyung a set of keys to your house a few months ago. He had late hours on the studio, and you wanted him to be able to come over even if it was late at night, if only to cuddle and wake up with him next to you.

“Y/N, I’m home!” he exclaims as he gets in, a big smile on his handsome face.

He was obviously very happy today, stretching his arms out his sides, in an invitation for you to hug him before he even got out of the entrance. Chuckling at his eagerness, you ran up to him and wrapped your arms across his slender waist, his arms pulling you by your shoulders closer to his chest. He kissed the top of your head before he spoke again.

“Gonna take a quick shower and be right with you, okay?” His arms are still around your shoulders, with no real intention of letting go, but he leans his head back to look down at you.

“Okay. Hungry?” you ask him, raising your head just enough to look at him through your eyelashes.

“Humm… Could do with some cookies” he nods.

“I’ll warm up some hot chocolate and biscuits, then” you offer, smiling warmly back at him.

His hands leave your back to rest on either side of your chubby cheeks, his head leveling with you so he can stare lovingly into your eyes. Much to no one’s surprise, you are blushing. Really, you’ve been together with him for long enough to not react so strongly anymore, but still, here you were. But damn it, he had fairy like features that just felt dreamy to you. Almost too good to be true.

“You’re amazing, Y/N. Thank you.”

He pecks on your lips softly before letting go and heading for the shower. You smile and try to convince yourself that this was fine. You didn’t need silly pet names, if Taehyung liked calling you by your name, so be it. Bringing up a conversation about it was completely out of question if even just talking about hot chocolate and biscuits made you blush.

Taking your time, you prepared the milk and searched for the cookies you knew he liked. You always brought quite a few of them, just so he always has them here if he craves it. Taking a plate out, you even start placing them in a nice spiral, making it look pretty. While taking out two mugs, you hear Taehyung come down the hallway again.

“Your phone keeps buzzing. Want me to get it for you?” he asks, a towel on his hands drying up his hair. You must have taken longer than you thought, if he had finished his shower already.

“If you could bring it to me, yes, thanks” you answer, as you put the warm chocolate in the mugs.

You expect him to come around the corner with your phone in a few seconds, but he doesn’t. You pick up a tray and place the mugs alongside the plate with the cookies on it, making your way to the living room where you knew he was.

“Here you go, Tae” you present as you place the tray on the small table behind the couch. He is standing on the other side of the sofa, your phone in his hands, as he looks up at you with a bemused expression you’ve never seen before.

“You want me to call you pet names?” he asks, in his deep voice that makes your knees shake.

Gasping, you feel the skin on your face warm up once again. If from embarrassment or anger, you’re not quite sure yet.

“Y-You went through my phone?” Your voice sounded more accusatory than you meant it.

“No, but the messages kept showing up from your friends and I could read enough to get the point. See? I haven’t unlocked it or anything” he gives you your phone from across the couch and you take it with shaky hands, cursing at your friends in your mind. “Why didn’t you talk with me about it?”

Much to your panic, he is coming around the couch in your direction, a curious and smug look on his face. Your eyes immediately fall to the ground, too embarrassed to look at him straight.

“I-It’s nothing. J-Just forget a-about it.” You hate how you keep stammering whenever overwhelmed with emotions.

But Taehyung isn’t having it, coming into your personal space and big hands pulling you close by your plushy sides, his hands clasping together on your lower back. You are basically pressed against his chest and he curves his back so he can kiss your burning cheek.

“Remember how I kept calling you ‘baby’ and ‘honey’ when we first started dating?” he asks in a whisper against your ear, voice so low you have to close your eyes and avoid shivering.

“Y-Yeah…” you murmur back.

“You would always look away and get so fidgety, I assumed you didn’t like it” he explains, his forehead pressing against yours and forcing you to look a bit up at him, instead of at your shaking hands on the middle of his chest.

“Q-Quite the op-opposite” you confessed finally. “I-I liked it t-too much.”

“Well then…” his voice turns suggestive and you dare a quick glance into his face. He is smirking and wiggling his strong eyebrows when your eyes met his. “No need to bite my tongue anymore.”

With that he launched forwards, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, hands pulling your back closer as your bodies collided. Thin soft lips are moving and pressing against yours, nibbling for a moment before his tongue darted out. It almost made you weak, the first touch of his tongue against your lips.

Opening up your mouth in invitation, he takes no time exploring your warmth, swirling around you, grazing your teeth and even flicking to the roof of your mouth, knowing fully well that the depth of such a kiss made you completely flustered and breathless, brain almost shutting down at such ministrations.

One of his hands move to the back of your neck as the other pulls you by your plushy side as he walks backwards, dragging you with him. He keeps kissing your lips but more lightly now, retracting his mouth ever so often to look at you.

“My darling, my love, my cherub… I’m going to call you all the things I wanted to all those times I stopped myself, dear. You’re probably gonna get sick of it” he told you between pecks, still walking backwards in front of you, pulling you with him down the hallway.

“T-Tae…” you could only whisper back his name, your mind too foggy with the fervent kisses and the ever so wanted loving names he addressed you with for you to remember anything else.

“God, you look so pretty when you blush like that, love. C’mon, let me see how far down that color goes.”

Opening the door to your room, he crashes your mouths back together without even bothering to close the door as he starts to undress you. While his lips keep you distracted, his skillful hands start unbuttoning your shirt, something you only realize when his fingers brush your naked skin as he removes the clothing article from your shoulders, pulling it off of you.

“Hum… all the way down to my darling’s chest… You are so cute, my love” he says with a kind smile, eyes staring at your almost naked top, the only thing left was your bra.

“T-Tae, you d-don’t have t-too…” you start expressing, hands coming up to start covering yourself as you usually did out of instinct, not completely comfortable with your plump body being seen so closely by him just yet.

However, Taehyung doesn’t let you cover yourself as he grabs your wrists, a serious look on his eyes as he looks at you.

“Y/N, darling, we’ve been over this. Don’t hide from me. I love your body, every single part of it, even all the things you think are imperfections, I just adore them.”

As if to prove a point, he starts kissing down your neck as his hands start dancing across the skin of your curvaceous body, squeezing and palming every of your rolls and bumps of flesh. Pleasurable sighs are escaping you and Taehyung’s lips start nibbling and sucking down your shoulders, to the valley between your breasts. His fingers work the clasp behind your back slowly, as he seems satisfied for the mean time to taste only the skin available to him. But once the hooks are undone, his long fingers slowly pull down the straps from your shoulders, eyes focused on the pads sliding down your chest.

Licking his lips at the sight, something you always found extremely sexy from him, he lets the bra fall to the ground and, with the upmost care, places you down on the bed behind you.

Removing his own shirt before kneeling between your legs, he is now hunched over your plushy body, mouth finding one of your erect nipples and playing with it until you are squirming and panting beneath him. His hands, be it a conscious or unconscious act, are skimming up and down your body, toying with your other breast for a while and then kneading at your love handles and your protruding stomach.

Frustrated moans escape you when the heat between your legs becomes so demanding that takes over any other priority on your mind. Your hands are either clawing at his shoulders and forearms or scratching down his bare back, hoping that the shivers and groans that he emits means he will speed things up.

He lets go of your nipple with a pop only to start kissing down your stomach, hands already pulling on your pants. He pats the side of your hip as an indication for you to lift them up, so he can remove the bottom half of your clothes. Left only in your panties, Taehyung starts giving attention to your thick thighs and squeezable bump that he likes so much. He kisses the stretch marks on the sides of your hips lovingly, knowing how much they bothered you.

“My beautiful Y/N… Tell me, what would you like me to call you the most?” he asks as he keeps kissing up your inner thigh, as if you had any way of responding when he was so excruciatingly close to your pooling center.

Teasing you with no mercy, he brushes his nose against your aching slit, only to actually dare to move up your body, fingers digging at the flesh of your hips instead of where you needed him. He is still kneeling in between your legs, so you can’t even close them to get some friction for yourself, so you huff frustrated in his direction and he chuckles.

“I asked you a question, dear” he states, all too well collected for your liking. He moves to kiss softly your pouting lips, thumbs rubbing circles on your skin. He doesn’t kiss for long, moving to peck at your neck and whispering against your earlobe.

“Tae…!” you whine.

“What do you want me to call you?” he persists. With the intent of enticing you, one of his hands starts kneading your inner thigh, making you shiver. You force yourself to think clearly for a moment, to try and come up with an answer.

“L-love…! I l-like it when you c-call me love” you confess. You feel him smirking against your neck, hand still too close and too far of where it needed to be.

“Anything else?” he continues.

“J-Just b-baby or… or d-darling is f-fine!” you manage to choke out, your hands trying to pull him closer in hopes he finally gives you some relief.

“Good choices, baby” he whispers hotly to your flushed skin.

At last, his hand slips down the hem of your panties and finally finds your silk warmth. You gasp at the sensation of his fingers brushing up and down your slit, becoming coated in your overloading fluids. When he finds your throbbing clit, running circles around it before pressing down just hard enough, you moan loudly and arch your back against his chest, grasping at his arms so he doesn’t dare to move away, not this time.

No such intention was running through his mind, as his hand moves down and those deliciously long fingers sink in your entrance with ease, two of them filling you up in the most pleasurable of ways. You are screaming in delight when he kisses you, his tongue moving against yours as his fingers continue to slip in and out of you in a steady and fast pace. When he moves his hand so that the palm is rubbing at your bundle of nerves at the same time as his fingers curl inside of you and reach the perfect spot, your gasp and your voice fails to let out a scream, as your legs wrap around his kneeling legs, your back arches to the most it could, your muscles all tense up only to give out right after in the most pleasurable of releases.

“That’s it, darling. Cum for me, love. I love it when you cum just from my fingers” he murmurs seductively into your ears, licking your earlobe as he helps you ride down your orgasm.

When you can think clearly again and regain control over your body, you look up at him and take his face in between your hands, being your turn to kiss him passionately and delivering all the love you had for that man into the kiss. He hums pleasurably against your lips, arms wrapping around you in a warm hug.

You feel the erection rubbing at your upper thigh, still constricted by the trousers he was wearing, and your hands lower enough so that you can unbutton and open the zipper. He growls loudly into the kiss when your fingers brush him accidentally as you do so, one hand coming up to your cheek and angling your head for him to deepen the kiss. With his trousers now at his knees, he proceeds to pull them down with his available hand and kick them off the rest of the way, his hips coming to rest on top of yours as he lowers himself against you.

He still had his boxer briefs and you still had your panties, but he parts from your kiss only long enough to get rid of both. Even in the state you were in, you still blushed at the sight of him, so big and throbbing hard for you, a coil starting to form just at the thought of having him inside.

“Can I, my love?” he asks in the deepest voice you heard from him, both of his arms on either side of your head lifting him up as he aligned your hips together.

You knew he was asking not only permission to enter, but also if it was safe for you to do so. He knew you were on the pill, but sometimes you still forgot to take it so you both had to be cautious. Thanking your past self for being so careful the last few weeks, you smile coyly at him and nod your head in affirmation. He smiled brightly too, always enjoying the feeling of not having any barrier between the two of you when you made love.

He enters slowly, filling you up to the bream when he’s all the way in, stretching your still sensitive walls in the most enjoyable way. He pecks at your chubby cheeks and swollen lips as he lets you adjust for a second. When your hands rub his forearms, he knows he can start moving.

Slow, deep strokes start igniting a fire inside you, just enough for guttural moans to escape you but still maintaining enough awareness for you to hear the sweet things Taehyung whispered in your hear with each movement of his hips.

“Y/N, baby, so soft… You are always so soft and wet for me, darling. And so impossibly warm, ah!… Love, the things you do to me! Love you so much, love you so much…!”

As the thrusts get quicker and harder, his sentences become short until he is basically just shouting out his love for you, calling you all the names you wanted to hear him call you with each stroke of his length against you. If you weren’t still so sensitive from your last orgasm, maybe you would have listened more closely, but right now you had a tight knot on your stomach about to give in each time he hit a spongy spot inside of you, each time his hands gripped your flesh tighter, each time his hot breath hit your prickled skin.

When the pace became uncontrollably fast, his mouth sucking at the hallow of your neck, you finally felt yourself give in, your inner fluids splashing into him as you walls clenched around his member. You were holding on to his shoulders as you moaned in the highest pitched, legs wrapping around his slender waist as tightly as possible before giving out completely.

You heard him groan out your name followed by sweet pet names as he thrusted just two more times into you before reaching his end as well, the warmth of his liquids mixing inside you with your own as his strengths failed him and he fell on top of you, crushing you to the mattress. Your hands slid across his soft bare back as he tried to catch his breath, much like you too.

“Love, don’t ever hide something like that again. I’ve been holding back for far too long” he murmured as he moved to your side, one hand on your waist pulling you to face him as well.

“Sorry… I didn’t know how to bring it up” you confess, biting your lip as you hid your face on his chest.

“However makes you feel more comfortable. Even through text, if you prefer” he allows.

“Really?” you look up at him and he kisses the tip of your nose.

“Yeah, baby. And the dirty texting would be a plus in my book.”

You chuckle at the silly perverted face he makes and he smiles lovingly down at you, one hand moving a few hairs out of your forehead so he could kiss it.

“Stay here, I’ll call you in a second, darling” he says as he gets out of the bed and moves as if to go outside of the room.

You smile at the pet name you longed so much for, but frown at the missed warmth of his body against yours.

“Where are you going?” You ask him, confused.

“Getting a bath ready for my cherub, of course. First I’ll clean you up and then we can go and eat” he yells from down the hallway.

You smile and nuzzle happily against your pillow, feeling incredibly lucky and loved.

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littlemisssquiggles · 4 years ago

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(1) i understand how the other feel about ozpins lies but I don't thi k how they act with Oscar is awful ,I hope he snaps at them ,and stands up for ozpin an himself

(2) I was hoping that oscar would some how thanks to ozpins memories ,would bring the people in the city of mantel together to fight the grim some how get them all to atlus,

(3) I was hoping that oscar would get a episode to him self were maybe a few days go by and he on his own but v8 going to b 2 episodes even if he did get time to him self for an episode or 2 I feel like I would get to see him do as much as I'm hoping 4

(4) like ur self I'd like to see ruby reaction to him maybe being maybe gone,I'd like to see Oscar feeling on losing the lamp an letting ruby down

(5) I think oscar should get gravity dust or wind to help him keep up with the others

(6) I now we're going to see Oscar with y,j, and r but i want him to be with Weiss and Blake

Uhm…since I already gave my answers to Points 2, 3, 5 and 6 in other RWBY response posts, I’m just gonna only answer Points 1 and 4 for this one to avoid having to repeat myself XD

“…I understand how the others feel about Ozpin’s lies but I don’t think how they act with Oscar is awful. I hope he snaps at them and stands up for Ozpin and himself…”

Assuming that you meant that you think the way how the group treated Oscar back in Argus was bad and you’re hoping for him to go off on them, I don’t blame you for feeling that way anon-chan. Not to sound overdramatic or anything like that but V6CH9 is still considered my most despised episode of that season and RWBY in general and I’ll even toss in V6CH8 as well since I didn’t and still don’t like how the show basically had everyone stand idly by and allowed Jaune to walk across the room and slam Oscar into the wall.

And what was even worse is that no one dared to pull Jaune off of Oscar as he practically shook the kid while screaming accusations in his face for actions that weren’t even his. And the real kicker to me is that even when I rewatch that scene it just feels so out of character for the others to just let that happen. They all literally just stood there as Jaune wrongfully manhandled Oscar.

Sure we had Weiss attempt to stop Jaune but outside of that and Ruby barking at Jaune to back off of Oscar, nothing else was done. No one thought to step in front of Oscar and come between him and Jaune before the Arc boy could lay a finger on Oscar.

And what sucks even more is that even after watching what Jaune did to Oscar, NO ONE thought to check in on him and see if he was alright after such an ordeal. Instead Ren and Nora leave to comfort Jaune---Oscar’s accoster mind you----while the others divided to do other things. And yet one of them wasn’t making sure that Oscar was fine emotionally. Yet they all act surprise when they find him gone from the house?

Which makes the fact that all he did was leave to go shopping so utterly bad that it’s not even funny. I know it’s a meme in the Pinehead community (along with Oscar’s missing character development and the fact that he’s practically the pet gold fish of the hero team that they keep neglecting and losing each season yet he always comes back and still loves those silly bastards anyways) but I honestly hate that that’s canon. Anyways, I’m not here to rant about V6CH9. In respect to Oscar telling off the others for the way they treated him and Oz back in V6, I think it could be mighty swell for that to happen.

As a Pinehead, I am genuinely tired of this weird approach that the show has of having Oscar be perfectly complacent with everything that’s happened to him---even when he’s downright being practically abused to some degree. It’s not fun to watch as a fan of his character. Oscar has been through a lot since his introduction and outside of the dojo moment from V5 where he confessed his fears to Ruby, we haven’t really gotten any more moments of Oscar coming clean about his true feelings over his current experiences.

And NO I am not counting his speech in V6CH9 where the showrunners deadass had the audacity to have Oscar say to the hero group that he’s been contemplating about all that happened between him, Oz and the whole reveal of Ozma and the events of the Lost Fable despite never showing the audience scenes where we can see Oscar doing just that.

It is insulting at this point how poorly the CRWBY Writers have handled Oscar’s treatment in the show. While V7 was definitely an improvement (albeit except for that one episode where Double D Rivas downright forgot Oscar in the episode while all his so-called teammates and friends were up in Amity celebrating), it still doesn’t quite make up for the mistakes of V6 nor does it erase my disappointment for that volume in terms of how they handled Oscar’s side of the story.

All the more reason to hope for better things to be done for Oscar in V8. Like you, I would like to see Oscar speak up against the team and their past actions (especially with the mistakes they made with Ironwood and still have yet to take responsibility for), not necessarily in defence of himself since Oscar has been shown to be a selfless individual---always placing others before himself---but more so for Oz.

I want Oscar to be the one to mend the tethered bond within his team between the others and the other half of himself. After all, while two differing souls, Oz is still a part of Oscar especially once the Merge occurs. They may not be the same person but they are a part of each other and will come together to complete one another. Or at least complete Oscar since according to V5, Oz is the one meant to change with the Merge. Not Oscar. I mean Oscar will technically change but I’d still like to strongly believe that his soul will become the dominating personality and persona as Oz’s fades more into the background as it combines with his.

And while the other heroes may like and trust Oscar, they can’t favour only half of him. This is especially the case since Oscar and Oz are expected to become one entity at some point. So I’m hoping that before that happens, Oscar uses this time to get everyone back on the same page---burying the hatchet after all that transpired between the last two volumes and thus starting things anew with everyone having a clean slate.

This needs to be done in order for the heroes to move forward and work together since uniting against the common foe will be what helps not just them but all of humanity and Remnant. At least that’s what I assume. While I don’t necessarily need Oscar to go off on the other heroes, I would like it if it he did call them out for their past mistakes with Ironwood---mistakes that he unfortunately partook in encouraging---as well as their treatment of Oz, finally helping them to see the bigger picture and what’s more at stake. I’m honestly tired of the story having our heroes pin all the blame on Ozpin while making it appear as if RWBY were in the right despite doing the exact same thing that got Oz in trouble with them.

So for what it’s worth, I hope that’s addressed in the series and I hope it lends to Oscar aiding to patch things between the team and Oz especially now that he’s returned. The group and Oz need to reconcile and I’d like to believe that Oscar is the key to helping with that.

“…Like yourself, I’d like to see Ruby’s reaction to him maybe being gone. I’d like to see Oscar’s feelings on losing the lamp and letting Ruby down…”

Ooooh I’d love it if V8 kicks off with Ruby learning that Ironwood had ‘killed’ Oscar. That’s a scene I am literally praying would happen when the group split up and RWBN_P head up to Atlas or Amity Arena to confront Ironwood. I want Ironwood to just blurt it out like it meant nothing to him that he shot and killed a child---I want to see Ironwood basically treat Oscar as nothing more than another face for Oz---not even his own person despite promising him in the second episode of V7 that so long as Oscar was in Atlas, he would be safe.

And most of all, I want to see the reactions of everyone---Ruby and Nora especially---when Ironwood says with the straightest and most cold-hearted of expressions that he killed Oscar. If we don’t get a scene like that then not gonna lie anon-chan, I will be beyond disappointed. Because what’s the point of having Ironwood shoot Oscar to his death if it wasn’t going to be brought up at some point, ey?

Give me that angsty scene where either Ruby or Nora---most likely Nora--- get super pissed at the reveal of Oscar’s alleged death, thus sparking her to attack Ironwood and thus, a fight breaks out between RWBN_P and the Ace Ops, talks of negotiation completely out the window since Ironwood killing one of their own (Oscar) practically meant war.

I also wonder if Qrow being framed for killing Clover might also come up as well. Like imagine a scene where one of the Ace Ops accuses our heroes of treason after letting them know that Qrow was charged for Clover’s murder, much to RWBN_P’s surprise only for Ironwood to indifferently say something to the extent of the group being even in some way---Qrow allegedly killed one of his own (meaning Clover) while Ironwood killed one of theirs (meaning Oscar) and that’s how it’s revealed. Or something to that level. Who knows? All in all, I want that scene to happen and I really, really, REALLY want it to see Ruby’s response to Oscar’s alleged murder since she’s someone whose always protected him since the start. It’ll be even worse if she learns that her actions resulted in Ironwood killing Oscar for that added double whammy. That could be great storytelling and character-building-wise! Buuuuut we’ll see for next season.

As for Oscar being saddened over losing the lamp and letting Ruby down---well technically we kind of got a scene like that already last volume anon-chan. It was during the moment in the finale episode after JNPR 2.0 had managed to evade capture and were hiding away in the training room. While taking a breather, Oscar apologized for losing the lamp leading to Jaune trying to reassure him only for Ren to ruin the moment by bringing up the fact that the villains now have possession of the Lamp of Knowledge while the Staff of Creation was still in Ironwood’s grasps.

In that scene, the camera made sure to focus on Oscar’s troubled expression as Ren went on his tangent. As a matter of fact, it was Ren going off that made Oscar run off to go confront Ironwood in the first place as his way of trying to fix everything on his own.

I’m not sure if we’ll get to see Oscar apologizing to Ruby personally for losing the lamp after she entrusted him. However I think it could be a potentially cute Rosegarden moment if the first thing Oscar does when reuniting with the others is apologize to Ruby specifically for losing the lamp only for Ruby to disregard his apology completely and straight up just embrace Oscar on the spot; more relieved to discover that he was alive to even care about the relic. That’s something I’d like to see done for V8 but who knows?

~LittleMissSquiggles (2020)

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yikestripes · 5 years ago

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A/N: Here you go anon!!! I hope you enjoy!!!!

Pairing: Bill x Reader

Request: May I request a fic with Bill Denbrough x reader that has Bill saving the reader from her worst fear that Pennywise is putting her through? (which can be something related to bullying or some sort of phobia). And I do think it’s more fitting as adults considering what happened in the second movie, but it’s also fine if they’re written younger—

(Y/D/J) = Your dream job

You swallowed hard, pulling up outside of the Chinese restaurant Mike had picked. You weren’t particularly prepared for the potential horrors waiting for you inside; you felt anxious as hell, being reunited with the people you’d called friends your entire childhood with barely any recollection of their names or virtually anything about them. As a matter of fact, you hardly remembered anything Mike had brought up during your brief phone call the night before about your childhood. You never had any reason to bring it up in conversation, or think about it for any other reason, so why would you remember? But then again, how could you forget? Isn’t that someone everyone does, forget? Especially when they grow up and move away? Apparently not.

You shook away the negative thoughts that swirled around your aching brain, and got out of your car as another car pulled into the parking lot. You paid no mind to the other car, too distracted by the restaurant looming overhead and what awaited you inside, when someone calling you from behind brought you back.

“(Y/N)?” You turned at the sound of your name being called by a distinctly deep, male voice, and were met with a man around your age squinting at you behind his glasses, seemingly confused. You stared for a second before it clicked; Richie “Trashmouth” Tozier stood before you, hands tucked sheepishly into his leather jacket, with his hair wild from running his fingers through it moments before.

“Oh my GOD! Richie!” You felt yourself running at him and attack him in a hug. He didn’t move at first, still slightly taken aback by having seen someone he hadn’t seen in 27 years look so painfully familiar but like a beautiful stranger. He moved to hug back but you’d already stepped back to get a better look at him.

“You look great, Trashmouth! What the hell!” You laughed and Richie’s awkwardness eased up as he smiled a bit.

“Look at you, you look gorgeous! What the fuck happened to me?” He glanced at his reflection in the glass of the window and shook his head a bit.

“Oh stop. When did you get in?” You asked, stuffing your own hands in your pockets, quickly becoming re-acquainted with the chilly air of Maine.

“Last night. You?”

“Earlier this afternoon. Have… have you seen anyone yet?”

“Nope. You?”

“Not yet. Wanna go in?”

“Not at all.”

“Alright, let’s do this.” You took your hands out of your pocket with a deep breath to calm your racing heart, and ripped the door open as Richie followed behind you.

The restaurant seemed nice and was brightly lit, which helped to relax you a little bit.

That might make it easier to recognize everyone.

The hostess led you and Rich to a private room aside from the main dining room, where 3 grown men near the fish tank, becoming readjusted to each other once again.

“Wow, take a look at these guys!” The shorter man in the red jacket said, attempting to relieve some of the tangible awkwardness.

You pressed your lips together as you made eye contact with the taller man, who seemed to be familiar in a different way than the others. His muscles contracted as he crossed his arms over his chest, his silver watch winking at you in the light. His blue eyes were bright, and full of hazy memory.

“Look at her TREMBLE girls! She’ll be a laughing stock by the end of the day!” Gretta Keene was cackling as you shook like a teapot, your back so far against the lockers that the locks were pressing into your back. You had no idea why Gretta was so terrifying, but she just was. There were no limits with her torment, and that certainly didn’t exclude you. She’d thrown wet trash on you, poured paint in your backpack in art class, and hid your clothes after gym class. She made you miserable at any opportunity, purely because she knew it bothered you; plus you were an easy target, you had no one to protect you. She had all the power. Especially since she found your sketchbook, filled with embarrassing drawings of one Bill Denbrough.

“Oh s-shut up, G-gretta.” The all-too-familiar lanky boy stepped out from behind Gretta, meekly followed by a few other boys you’d recognized from your classes through the years, who were always with Bill. Gretta whipped her ponytail around to look at who’d interrupted her fun, allowing you to sneak a bit closer to the boys.

“Aw would you look who it is, Stuttering Bill Denbrough! Coming to protect your little girlfriend, huh?” Bill’s blue eyes hardened, ignoring Gretta’s comment.

“Just leave her alone, she never did anything to you.” Bill crossed his arms over his chest.

“Oh yeah? Or what?”

“O-or I'll r-r-remind the w-wh-whole school a-about how R-Ri-Richie p-p-pulled up your skirt d-during the cl-class play i-in 4th grade.” Bill smirked as Gretta’s face turned a shade of pink.

Richie snickered as he adjusted his glasses, clearly still amused by the memory. Eddie glared at him and Richie shrugged.

“You win this round, Denbrough,” Gretta glared at him, clearly trying but failing to intimidate him. “Next time, Stuttering Bill won’t be around to save your ass, you little slut.” Gretta lunged at you and you slammed back into the lockers, trying to hide your wince after hitting a lock particularly hard.

She sashayed away as you recovered, rubbing the lower part of your back.

“Thank you.” You whispered to Bill, casting your eyes down. You were extremely shy, especially after Gretta’s torment had begun. You looked back up and Bill smiled kindly at you, extending his hand to help you up.

“I-I’m Bill D-D-Denbrough,” You shook his hand with a shy grin. “I-I know w-we’ve had c-cl-classes together f-for a few y-y-years, b-but I d-don’t thi-think we’ve e-ever spoken.”

“I’m (Y/N).” Bill nodded.

“I’m Richie!”

“Edward Kaspbrak, but you can call me Eddie.” “Call him Eddie Spaghetti, he LOVES that!”

“I told you to stop calling me that!”

“Alright Eds, have it your way.”

“I hate Eds too! It’s Eddie!”

“Calm yourself, Eduardo.”

“RICHIE!” Richie snickered again as Eddie crossed his arms, huffing in frustration.

“I”m Stanley, Stanley Uris.”

“Oh, yes! We have math together.” You smiled at the curly-haired boy. He sat behind you at math, always answering the teacher’s questions.

“Bill?” You whispered, frowning slightly. Bill broke out into a grin and approached you slowly, memories streaming back.

“(Y/N).” He said almost breathlessly, pulling you into a tight hug. Your knees almost buckled beneath you at his familiar scent and feeling of him holding you so close and so tight.

“I can’t believe it’s been so long, I just, I can’t believe it…” You trailed off, an eruption of memories causing your previous headache to return. You grimaced slightly, and shook it away, not allowing something so silly to ruin your evening.

“I know. It’s been what, 18 years? 17? Right after college, I believe, is when we last saw each other.” Bill took a step back, suddenly feeling like he was back in high school with the way his emotions were running so rampant.

“Something like that. How have you been?? What’s been going on? What do you do?” You became readjusted quickly, the other Loser’s looking on with a familiar feeling, as if they’d seen the same sort of interactions between the two of you. As a matter of fact, they had. When you were all much, much younger, and a lot more unable to speak your feelings.

You and Bill caught up very quickly as you awaited the other’s arrivals, one by one. You learned he followed his heart and became a writer, and you’d actually read a few of his books! Contrary to popular belief, you thought his endings were not that bad. He’d been married for a few years, but it never quite worked out, so they ended up divorcing on civil terms. He found out you hadn’t married; never quite finding the right person. Little did you know, the right one had been only a few hours away, subconsciously writing your personality into book characters. You’d become (Y/D/J), traveling the world like you’d always wanted to, and settling down in a place that was the complete opposite of Derry. Not that you’d remembered what it was like in Derry, but once you returned, you shuddered at how much the place had affected you.

You left the Chinese restaurant feeling a heavy weight on your shoulders, weighing down on you like never before. Between finding out about why Stanley hadn’t been at dinner, the fortune cookie massacre, and your feelings for Bill all coming rushing back at once, there was almost nothing keeping you from leaving. Almost.

“I-I’m gonna go w-w-with Mikey to the library, you o-okay to get back by yourself?” Bill asked, mentally cursing for allowing his stutter to rear its head.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay. I’m probably gonna go to bed and mull things over.” You rubbed your hand up and down his arm, watching as he untensed a little bit. Your touch was always enough to relax Bill, especially back in the days after the first battle.

You slept over his house pretty often, sneaking in and out of his window on the days you were afraid his parents would think you were spending too much time there. Half the time when you would wake up in the middle of the night by yourself, usually after a Gretta or Pennywise induced nightmare, and sneak over to Bill’s and climb into bed with him; your safe space. He would crack an eye open, smile, and open his arms to you. You climbed in and wiggled up next to him as he held you close, a smile gracing both of your faces.

“I’ll see you back there, then.” He smiled at you and his hand lingered on your shoulder for just a moment, before joining Mike in his car. You made it back to the motel without incident, and fell into a dreamless sleep.

The following morning, you woke up and found yourself shivering for the first time in years; and you knew it wasn’t because of any sort of draft. Along with the horrid memories that poisoned your childhood, the ones that remained untouched by the horrors you experienced also recurred. It was almost as if you were reverting to the person you were while living in Derry, complete with your need for Bill Denbrough to protect you.

“It’s only going to work if we split up,” Mike said, glancing at each Loser.

“No way, statistically speaking we’re much better off if we remain together as a group!” Eddie said, nervousness lacing his already edgy voice.

“W-we can’t. You w-won’t b-be able to find y-your tokens, it’s a sort o-of… personal journey. E-each of us h-has to par-partake.” Bill said, clapping a hand on Mike’s shoulder.

You shrugged and started climbing the ladder, squinting in the filtered light of the Barrens as you walked forward, feeling propelled by some unknown force. Just as Mike had advised, you all split up. You’d crossed paths with Bill a bit later in the day, who looked extraordinarily pale. Assuming he’d already grabbed his token by the look on his face, you just pulled him into a hug.

You pulled away with a smile, quickly realizing your mistake. A mangled sort of Gretta Bowie stood in front of you, hair matted and her typical blue eyeshadow was replaced by something red and gooey, assumably blood.

“Did you miss me, freak?” A voice that was only partially human seemed to be coming from Gretta, even though her mouth didn’t move.

You stood in frozen horror, mouth agape.

“I missed you, I thought you’d never come back to talk with me.” The creature that resembled your former tormenter remarked. “No one ever wants to talk with me.” The creature flipped its matted hair. “Look at you TREMBLE! The whole school is gonna know about your pathetic little crush on Bill Denbrough, the boy with the stutter. You know he never loved you, right? He thought you were a freak, like the rest of us. Just a quiet, little freak. He only pretended to like you, because he’s such a nice guy. Look at you now! All grown up and the same little crush on Big stuttering Bill Denbrough!” Gretta cackled in the most sickeningly familiar way, and you dropped to your knees in tears.

It’s not real.

It’s real.

You felt like you were going to throw up, all the anxiety and shame rushing back at you all at once.

Bill had crossed the street near his old neighborhood, still slightly unnerved by his encounter with Pennywise. Subconsciously, he had been hoping to run into you on the hunt for your token, looking for some sort of excuse to see you. He hated the idea of the whole group splitting up, despite the visions Mike had forced him to see the previous night. He knew it was the only way but the reality of the situation sat heavy like a rock in his stomach; he couldn’t stand the idea of losing another loved one to the goddamn clown that had been terrorizing him since he was just 13 years old.

An ear piercing scream rang out suddenly, breaking Bill from his thoughts. A very familiar scream.

“(Y/N)!” Bill whipped around wildly, looking for some sort of direction to go in. Another scream rang out and he followed the sound to Jackson Street, where he found you on your hands and knees, screaming unintelligible words. It was almost as if you were screaming at someone, not just something.

“(Y/N)!” He yelled again. You hadn’t heard him, and just kept on screaming your head off. Suddenly you stopped, and curled up in a ball, sobbing uncontrollably. You were clutching something to your chest that Bill couldn’t quite see as he tried to ease you into sitting up.

“H-hey, it’s okay. It’s me.” You looked up at him, your face completely tear stained with mascara running down your cheeks. Bill’s heart clenched a little bit.

“What h-h-happened?” You jumped into his arms, and began sobbing all over again. “Shhh, it’s o-over now. T-the clown c-c-can’t hurt you any-anymore.” He whispered into your hair, trying to get you to relax a little bit. Your heavy breathing eased as your breaths became more even, and you sat back on your heels.

“It was Gretta.” You said, your throat feeling raw from screaming. “She was telling me all these horrible things, and I-I just lost it.” You hugged the book tight to your chest.

“Well,” Bill’s eyes darted from the book to you. “At least you got your artifact.” He smiled his same old smile, making you feel a little bit warm inside. That smile could make anything seem a little bit brighter.

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