#Every other sentence has suddenly become suspicious

[pasiphile]

You know that thing where you reread gtn after having read the entire trilogy and you keep going, oh, this is fucking foreshadowing for htn/ntn?

I'm now having the slightly paranoid experience of rereading gtn and constantly going squinty eyed and wait, is this gonna be foreshadowing for alecto?

[rottenpumpkin13]

do agszc get flustered easily when they care for someone/ like someone?? How do they act when flustered?? How do they feel about romantic relationships? Are the open to one, or do they not want one due to there duties??

Sephiroth: The concept of being flustered is foreign to Sephiroth. Or at least that's what he tells himself. In reality, if you catch him off guard, especially in a personal, emotional context, his response is to go completely and utterly still like a hamster sensing danger.

Compliments? Suspicious. Genuine affection? Uncharted territory. If he actually likes someone, it manifests as increased hypervigilance, unprompted staring, and awkward, deliberate attempts at conversation and humor that are sure to make his person blush, but only because he's adorable delivering them. Also, good luck getting through the Great Wall of Denial™ about his own feelings.

Genesis: Where to begin. For all his self-proclaimed expertise on all things romance, he's ironically terrible at handling his own emotions. He's the type to flirt endlessly and dramatically until he actually likes someone, at which point his usual confidence starts cracking. He'll overthink every interaction, write increasingly unhinged vent poetry about his yearning, and either become impossibly extra in his affections or avoid the person entirely because feelings are terrifying when they're felt and not read.

Zack: He's a flustered mess when he likes someone, no sugar-coating it. He tries to play it cool, but the moment his emotions get involved, his brain-to-mouth filter completely fails. He babbles, laughs too loud, and trips over his own feet. The more he cares, the worse it gets. He's affectionate, eager, and absolutely awful at hiding his feelings. When it comes to relationships, he's all in. No hesitation. He loves the idea of romance and doesn't see why duty should stop him from having something meaningful (unlike certain people *cough* Angeal *cough*). If he loves someone, they're getting Zack Fair's full, devoted attention whether they like it or not.

Cloud: YES. The KING of being flustered and hopeless. If he likes someone, it's written all over him. He gets quiet, awkward, and visibly distressed by their mere presence. His ability to hold eye contact disappears entirely. Expect nervous fidgeting, stammering, and occasional catastrophic failures of coordination and humor. Cloud has exactly two settings when dealing with feelings: 1) Pretend it's not happening, and 2) Accidentally reveal everything in a single disastrous sentence. As for relationships, part of him wants one, but another part insists it's not possible; he's too busy, too unworthy, too something. It would take someone stubborn and patient enough to drag him out of his own self-doubt.

Angeal: Flustered, yes, but he covers it well. The classic "embarrassed but pretending not to be" strategy. He's composed until someone he likes does something mildly unexpected—then suddenly he's clearing his throat, scratching the back of his neck, and staring at anything other than his person.

Deep down, he's a romantic, but relationships are complicated when you have a duty-bound existence and a conscience the size of Midgar. He wants one, but he's convinced himself he shouldn't have one, which means if someone expresses interest in him, he panics internally while externally pretending to be very, very busy.

[flowerandblood]

Glass Cuts Deepest (8)

[ professor! • Aemond x student! • female ]

[ warnings: fingering, smut, masturbation, kissing, fluff, angst, trauma, mention of rape, indecent student-teacher relationship ]

[ description: A female painting student is finally able to choose the specialisation she has dreamt of - stained glass. She wants to become a student of the best specialist in this field, but he, for some reason, refuses to accept female students into his workshop. She finds out that he once slapped a female student of one of the other professors. Nevertheless, she makes an attempt to find out what happened then and to convince him to teach her. Slow burn, sexual tension, dark, agressive Aemond, great childhood traumas. ]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

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After what had happened between them, after he had touched her cheek, her hand, her hair, after he had kissed her neck, felt the warmth of her body pressed against his, he had the feeling that his mind was too overstimulated to think, let alone put together any meaningful sentences.

Throughout the day, he tried to pretend that he hadn't glanced at her at all, looking for any sign of fear or disgust towards him, however, his female student's face expressed nothing but peace and warm contentment, a smile on her face, her eyes shining.

He couldn't believe that she wanted this too.

That she was reciprocating his weakness, his affection.

After everything that had happened to him it seemed strange and even suspicious that he was suddenly feeling so many hot emotions all at once, which at the same time were not unpleasant, his heart pounding like crazy every time she caught him in the act of glaring at her and he turned away immediately, embarrassed.

All he could think about was that he would come to her again in the evening.

That he would touch her again, if she would only let him.

He felt overwhelmed by how many things he felt at once.

Joy, peace, tenderness, longing, fear, uncertainty, shame.

He thought he should tell her about his plans, that he wanted to leave the university as soon as Cregan got his habilitation, that he had no intention of exposing her to defamation or hurtful rumours, that she had earned her place in his workshop through his bed.

He tried to explain to himself that they hadn't really done anything wrong, that their touch was innocent, but he knew that wasn't true − he could feel how intensely his body and hers reacted to their closeness and he realised that if it wasn't for his trauma and what had happened to him, if it wasn't for his inner blocks, if he was a normal man, he would have fucked her all night.

He squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to imagine such things or recall how hard he had come from fucking himself with his own hand in the shower immediately after he had returned to his room in the morning, unable to bear the tension any longer.

He tried not to think about how he jerked off, imagining how helplessly and sweetly she would moan feeling him inside her, how hard his fingers would sink into her soft flesh.

He tried, but failed utterly, and was ashamed that his thoughts still fled to these areas even as he sat before the bishop himself, incapable of any concentration.

He froze, however, swallowing loudly, feeling an unpleasant chill and sting in his heart when he saw Wright and Cregan cast communicative and warm glances at each other − Stark winked at her, and her eyes lit up.

He thought with some kind of pain and disappointment that they had always gotten along well, that it was Cregan who had asked him to take her in, intercede on her behalf and make sure he was fair to her.

When she returned her gaze to him she blinked, clearly seeing the look on his face, and he thought his friend deserved her more than he did.

He had been good to her, had appreciated her from the start, had treated her with respect and kindness, and on top of that he was not burdened as he was by trauma, aggressive behaviour and this strange, terrible need to self-destruct.

He thought as they drove back to the hotel, looking at her in the mirror, that perhaps he should step back, give her space to form a different, healthier relationship that also wouldn't be viewed so harshly by others, as Cregan was only his adjunct and had no real influence over her grades.

She deserved more than he could give her.

He decided, taking a quick shower, that he would go to her for just a moment, try to probe whether perhaps she and Cregan did not really have something in common and, if she showed doubt, encourage her to choose him.

He recognised that towards her he didn't want to be selfish.

That she meant something more to him.

He knocked on her window while standing there in his black Tshirt and black sweatpants, figuring he'd be right back in his room anyway, furious that his heart was pounding so hard, that he was so tense and scared.

He swallowed loudly when he heard her footsteps on the other side. Her balcony door opened and he saw her happy face, a warmth in her gaze from which he felt his heart squeeze.

He craved that look so much.

She invited him inside and sat down on her bed, looking at him contentedly. He stood in the middle of the room not knowing what to do, how to ask the question that pressed against his lips, feeling that he shouldn't be here at all, that she was his student and he should protect her good name, that he had been irresponsible.

"It's okay. Sit down." She said softly, patting the spot a short distance away seeing how tense he was.

He hesitated for a moment and then decided that he really shouldn't be standing like this, so he sat down on her bed, leaning against the backrest. He didn't look at her but ahead, placing his hands on his stomach, breathing hard, feeling like his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

"If you want, I'll leave." He said in a serious, matter-of-fact voice, feeling that all possible phobias and his worst assumptions were taking over him.

He heard her twist next to him in her seat, startled − out of the corner of his eye he could see the outline of her bare thighs and her hand lying in front of her, which was playing with the fabric of her duvet in a nervous gesture.

"I don't want to. Even though I know it reflects badly on me." She said quietly with some kind of embarrassment. He looked at her surprised, feeling pain at the thought that she was blaming herself for this situation, for the fact that someone might perceive her badly because of it, where he was solely to blame.

"On you? I'm the one pushing myself into my own student's bed." He said with a regret and pain that startled him, feeling that he had expressed everything that frightened and suffocated him in that one sentence.

He dared to glance at her and saw that she was looking at him with concern, there was no condemnation or discomfort in her gaze.

"I don't take it that way. I mean…what I said about you today is true. I don't think that - unlike other professors − you would treat me better or more kindly than my colleagues − and I don't want that either." She said calmly, lowering her eyes, trailing her fingers across the bedclothes. He felt a kind of pleasant warmth and relief that she really did see him that way, that she believed he would be able to remain fair and objective.

He swallowed loudly and hummed under his breath in agreement with her, sighing quietly, not knowing what he should reply to her words, embarrassed and abashed at the same time.

He saw that she extended her hand to him in exactly the same gesture as the day before, and he felt an overwhelming urge to touch her, at least this one last time.

He moved a little closer to her with a pounding heart, taking her hand in his. They laid them on the bedding between them and played with each other's fingers − he felt the shivers on his cheeks and the pulsing under his sweatpants, he couldn't stop thinking about how soft her skin was.

"You and Cregan. What is that about?" He muttered more dryly and coldly than he would have liked, unable to hide what he felt, what he thought, what he feared.

As soon as he said the words he thought he was a mere idiot, that he had no right to ask her such things.

He couldn't look her in the eye.

He heard her twist restlessly, her fingers stroking the top of his hand in some reassuring, affectionate gesture.

"I like him a lot. He has been a huge support to me in difficult times. He's a good friend and a good teacher." She said quietly, and he felt a wave of disappointment, a tightening in his stomach at the thought that his assumption had been confirmed, that they were close and perhaps this would have developed more if he hadn't come between them.

"However, if he were the one to ask if he could touch my cheek or grab my hand, I would refuse him. I have no desire to be close to him in that way." She whispered, and he felt his pupil dilate, his heart begin to pound like mad in disbelief that she had said that.

I have no desire to be close to him in that way.

He looked at her and saw, shocked, that she was embarrassed, her gaze lowered, her face warm with emotion. She sat beside him so close, so calm, so soft, telling him that he was wrong, that it was his closeness she craved.

He grasped her cheek in his palm forcing her to look at him and without thinking much, he pressed his lips to hers, terrified and craving her closeness, her acceptance, the feeling that she wanted him, that she desired him as much as he desired her.

He pulled away with a loud click, delighted by how swollen, plump and wet her lips were, looking at her face, wanting to see if he had allowed himself too much. He felt heat ripple through his chest seeing her misty gaze, her warm eyes, her lips parted invitingly.

"− please −" She whispered, stroking the skin of his palm with her thumb, and he sank into her lips again, clinging to their soft structure, sucking and massaging them between his own with a loud, sticky click, sighing with delight each time he turned his head to sunk into her flesh once more, feeling how shyly she reciprocated his caresses.

He got completely hard and was scared of what could happen next.

He pulled away from her with difficulty, looking at her with a hot, absent gaze, hearing that they were both breathing heavily. He stroked her cheek and grunted, thinking only of the fact that he was sure his plan would fail and he certainly wouldn't be going back to his room tonight.

He swallowed loudly when she smiled, feeling embarrassed at the thought that perhaps she was amused by his desperation and how obvious his desire was.

"I feel like when I was in high school, when my female friends would hide in the toilets with their boyfriends during breaks to kiss them for at least a moment, to have a moment of privacy. It feels so good." She said lightly, and he felt instantly relieved at the thought that, in her case, his catastrophic assumptions were unlikely to come true.

She wasn't mocking him, laughing at him, nor exploiting him or his weaknesses.

He had wondered how experienced she was in relationship or intimate matters. He wanted to ascertain how great the gap was between them and whether, in the long run, she would be able to show as much patience towards him in these matters as he needed.

He lowered his gaze, his free hand tracing his chin in a nervous gesture.

"And you…what experience do you have? In relationships." He asked uncertainly. He heard her swallow uncomfortably, her body tensing all over − his fingers slid down to her hand lying on the duvet between them and stroked it with a light, reassuring gesture.

"I have only been in one serious relationship, but it was serious only for me. At the time I thought I was very much in love, but now I think I didn't love the real man, but my idea of him. He was with me and I think he cared about me in some way, but he still loved the girl he was with before." She said with sadness and fatigue, as if the mere mention of it made her feel powerless.

He felt discomfort at the thought of her, loving someone before him, lying in the arms of another men.

Her words struck him, with what calmness and understanding she spoke of a man who had clearly never really reciprocated her feelings.

"I think she was simply the love of his life. I saw it in the look in his eyes when we were on a class trip and he picked a flower from a bush and slipped it into her hair. That's when something inside me snapped, and even though he told me it didn't mean anything, I knew I was just a substitute." She said quickly, as if afraid that one more word and she would cry. He saw her press her lips together without looking at him, her eyes red, her lower lip trembling slightly.

He thought sadly that although their experiences were extremely different and incomparable, she too had endured some kind of humiliation, she too had been used, she too had been the victim of someone's selfishness.

"He took everything from you even though he knew he would never give you the same thing in return." He said dryly, summing up what he had heard.

He saw that she clenched her eyes as if his words had caused her pain and then, to his surprise, she stood up abruptly and headed for the bathroom, saying that she needed to calm down and that she would be right back.

She didn't want him to watch her cry after what he told her yesterday.

He felt discomfort and remorse at the thought that he had put her in a situation where she felt she could not confide in him or suffer in front of him in fear that he would accuse her of weakness again.

He said it then only because he didn't want her compassion.

"Wait." He called out after her, standing up quickly, grabbing her wrist and stopping her.

He swallowed loudly, seeing that she wasn't looking at him, not wanting him to see her face red with tears, that she hadn't been able to stop it, that she was vulnerable.

He put her hands on his chest and she looked up at him, surprised that he had allowed her this kind of closeness. He could feel his heart pounding hard − he had not let any woman touch his torso since that event, he had not allowed even his own mother to embrace him.

He looked down at her, trailing his eyes over her face, thinking only about the fact that she was like a revelation to him, like a cure, a rescue, that he had the feeling that when he woke up this morning he was a different man, that something inside him had cracked, changed.

The poison began to drain from his body and his veins were filled with something different, hot, desired.

Affection.

"For me, you are like Eve in Eden, who appeared beside me as a godsend." He whispered in a trembling voice, knowing how pathetic it sounded, how piteous his words were. He knew it, but this confession flowed out of him naturally, spontaneously.

There was none before her.

There would be none after her.

He did not want to accept any other female students in future years into his workshop.

He didn't want any other women once he left the university and opened his own studio.

He didn't need the praise of other women, the good opinion of other women, the favourable glances of other women, let alone the touch of other women.

He wanted her.

He saw her draw in the air loudly, her lips parted slightly, her eyes looking at him in disbelief, something in her gaze from which he felt heat rising inside his heart.

Tenderness.

"The same Eve who brought Adam his downfall?" She muttered in a broken, uncertain voice and he involuntarily smirked and chuckled, stroking her hands resting on his chest with his palms.

"Are we sure she was to blame? Maybe it was Adam who brought the fall on her. Maybe Adam and Satan were the same person. Maybe the fruit the Bible speaks of was between her lips −" He breathed out, one hand gripping her wrists to keep her hands in one place, the other gripping the nape of her neck and drawing her to him, unable to stop himself from tasting her again, their kiss hot, sticky and soft, her lips parted against his in a gesture of complete submission.

He shuddered as he felt her hands tighten on the fabric of his t-shirt, felt his manhood pulsing painfully hard in his trousers, felt that his words were arousing her, that his vision was making her melt in his arms.

He thought with satisfaction, kissing her more and more greedily with the lewd click of their saliva, that she was giving up control to him, trusting him, letting him touch and caress her as he saw fit, exploring touch in a form he had not yet known, one that gave pleasure not only to him but to her as well.

He drew in the air loudly, from her neck lifting his hand up, clamping it on her hair, their lips sucking each other in a sticky, wet dance.

"− maybe the juice of that fruit was on her tongue −" He exhaled, timidly teasing and licking her tongue with the tip of his own. He heard her moan loudly, her hands clenched into fists on his t-shirt, her whole body trembling − he could feel how hot she was, how fast she was breathing.

His length pulsed every time their tongues licked each other with a loud, shameless click, the taste of her saliva spreading across his palate making him slowly lose control, feeling his head humming, focusing only on her reactions, her scent, her lips, her body.

"− or deep between her thighs −" He murmured and slowly slid his trembling hand that he had tightened on her wrists downwards, trusting her completely, just wanting to see how she would react, whether she craved that kind of touch or not, whether she suffered down there as much as he did.

He ran his fingers tentatively over the material of her shorts between her thighs and was surprised at the sweet, startled sound she made right into his mouth, felt her hips begin to rub against his hand in a desperate, desire-filled motion.

"− oh God −" She mumbled, and he involuntarily smiled under his breath, feeling satisfaction and pride at being able to watch her reactions, seeing that he was giving her pleasure, his fingers pressing the spot she was trying to rub against him harder and harder, stroking her up and down, her breathing sped up and became more erratic.

He wondered if she was already wet there.

Was she thinking about wanting to feel him inside her.

"− tell me to stop −" He breathed out, wanting to let her know that he could stop at any time, that she had total control over what he was doing. She, however, only cried at his words helplessly, clenching her eyes, searching for any source of more intense rubbing in his hand.

"− please − please − please − please, touch me there −" She mewled in shame, as if she knew she shouldn't be asking him to do that, and yet all he felt at her words was a painful pulsing in his trousers and heat in his chest.

He pressed his forehead against hers, looking down, panting loudly along with her, breaking the kiss for a moment.

"− are you sure? −" He asked in a trembling, low voice, and she nodded.

He drew in a loud breath, feeling his heart pounding like mad, and brushed her lips with light, soothing kiss while with gentle movement he lifted his hand and slowly slid it under her underwear, searching her womanhood with his fingers.

As he touched her where she wanted him to, they both cried out loud with surprise and arousal − he couldn't believe how wet she was, sticky all over with her moisture, her flesh there incredibly soft and hot, surprisingly matching his image of the fruit of Eden.

"− oh fuck − God − you're leaking −" He gasped in a trembling voice as if he couldn't believe he was really touching her there, that she really did desire him so desperately.

He had seen endless pornographic films, but nothing had ever aroused him like what he felt and saw now, as he touched her so shamelessly, every slide of his fingers accompanied by the wet click of her moisture and her quiet cry of pleasure − her lips found his again, their kisses messy and filled with their loud gasps.

"− please − up there − gently − oh, God, yes −" She mewled, writhing in front of him, rubbing with the movement of her hips against his fingers as he finally discovered puffy bud between her folds, as she requested, rubbing her gently, just as he had seen in the movies, with circular, slow movements.

He could feel that something was happening to her and he had never desired anyone as much as he did her at that moment, helpless, in complete disarray, whining into his mouth, apologising to him and begging for fulfilment at the same time, his hand all sticky from her moisture, her underwear all wet.

He was surprised at how confident he felt and couldn't think of anything else but the fact that he wanted her to come on his fingers.

"− indeed your skin there is like the flesh of a fruit − sticky, soft and wet − fuck, you'll let me taste you there one day, won't you? − let me taste the forbidden fruit with my tongue −" He gasped, slipping his tongue between her lips, licking her teasingly.

He looked at her in shock and groaned loudly as he felt her moisture spill over his fingers − he hugged her close hearing her helpless sobs of pleasure, the quivering of her body, her hips rising and falling against his hand. He was unable to believe what he had just seen, what he had just experienced.

She came from his words alone, from his kisses and the touch of his fingers.

"− oh God − oh baby − so much flowed out from you − oh fuck −" He mumbled out in a trembling voice feeling like his cock was about to explode with desire.

He wondered for a moment, panting along with her, if he was going to cum just by looking at her and touching her like that.

He restrained himself with the remnants of his strong will recognizing that it would be a truly pathetic sight and he would have to change his fucking trousers.

"− I − I'm going to go wash my hands − okay? − I'll be right back −" He whispered quickly, kissing her hair tenderly and she just nodded, unable to say anything as if she was in a completely different world.

He let her go and locked himself quickly in the bathroom, turning on the water, willing it to deafen what he was about to do; he slipped his trousers off quickly, massaging himself over her toilet with quick, aggressive movements, imagining that he was fucking her when she was so wet, when it would be so easy to slide into her, when she would moan under him in pleasure as she had just done.

He came embarrassingly fast, swallowing with difficulty the sounds that ripped themselves from his throat, panting with relief, pressing his heated forehead against the cold tiles.

He swallowed with difficulty and cleaned up after himself, bringing himself to order, and finally washed his hands, sticky from her moisture and his semen − he thought that never before in his life while watching any pornographic video had he come as hard as he did now after what he had seen.

He left her bathroom embarrassed, turning off the light behind him, unable to look at her, knowing that he had been there too long, that she must have guessed what he was doing.

He walked over to the bedside lamp and turned it off, just wanting to snuggle into her body and fall asleep, tired and fulfilled. He laid down on the bed behind her and embraced her with his arm like he had the day before, placing his hand on her wrists, nuzzling his face into her neck.

"Is everything okay? Do you feel well?" He asked quietly, wanting to know if he had hurt her, if she regretted what they had done.

"Yes, and you?" She asked softly, he felt her fingers stroke the skin of his palm gently. He murmured contentedly, closing his eyes, strangely relaxed and calm.

"I haven't felt better in years."

He let her turn around facing him and put her hands as before, on his shirt, hugging her face to his chest, pressing his cheek to the top of her head, stroking her hair and her back with his fingers.

He felt he wanted to tell her.

"In two years' time I hope that Cregan will finish his habilitation and be able to take my place. I'm tired of what's going on at the university, of everyone still judging me by who I want in my workshop and who I don't, how I behave, how I look, how I talk. I want to open my studio." He said quietly, as if he was afraid to say it out loud, ashamed of his desires, of his own fatigue and exhaustion.

He felt her move, surprised, swallowing hard, clasping her hands on his shirt.

"Will you leave?" She whispered in a trembling voice, and he kissed her hair again, wanting to soften her question and soothe her, knowing what she was thinking.

"Yes. I don't want to be like Jason. Do you understand what I mean?" He said quietly, his lips pressed against the top of her head, the scent of her shampoo filling his lungs wonderfully.

He felt so wonderfully peaceful.

The way a man feels when he makes the right decision.

"I don't want you to do this because of me. You are a good teacher. All your students respect you tremendously once they get to know you fully." She said in a trembling, breaking voice, and he felt a tightening in his heart.

He sighed quietly, tracing his fingers down her spine, even through her t-shirt feeling that shivers went through her with every movement of his hand.

"I've been thinking about this for a long time, even before I met you. I'm tired. I don't want to force myself to work in the company of strange women. I don't want to have to explain myself again to the rector or other professors. I want to hire Cregan and some of my other students who I think have talent. I will be happy if they want to work with me. If you want to." He whispered, pressing his nose against her hair and heard her swallow loudly, moving closer to him, her cheek nestled against his chest.

"I still can't do much." She whispered, tracing her fingers along the material of his shirt. "I don't want you to hire me or make things easier for me just because…"

They were silent for a moment, both of them just hugging each other − he was lying with his face snuggled into the top of her head and his eyes closed, thinking about what he wanted to say to her.

"I'm not going to make anything easy for you. You're going to have to earn this place. I just want you to know that the door to my workshop will always be open to you − whether its for an employee or a visitor." He said softly and felt her move, in some sudden, subconscious movement wanting to put her hands on his back and hug him.

He grabbed her wrists quickly feeling his heart pounding fast, swallowing loudly.

"No. Please, don't embrace me. Okay?" He asked quietly, feeling some kind of pain and regret that he couldn't get over his fear and discomfort at the thought that someone might touch him, take away his control, surround him.

He didn't want to force himself to do anything, recognising that the last two days had been a turning point for him and he knew that a rush or one gesture that he would feel was wrong could undo everything.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." She mumbled in pain, but he hushed her, kissing her hair tenderly with a murmur of satisfaction and appreciation as she immediately returned to her previous position, trailing his fingers down her back.

"− it's okay −" He whispered, pressing his lips to her hair again and again, inhaling with closed eyes the scent of her shampoo, thinking only of how much she trusted him by allowing him to touch her so shamelessly, how much she exposed herself to him while he still remained closed.

"− can I kiss you goodnight? −" She asked softly and he hummed under his breath, pulling away, letting her lift her head. Their noses brushed and after a moment their lips found each other in a sticky, lingering, hot kiss.

One kiss turned into two and then three, his manhood pulsed again, making him swallow loudly and pull away from her.

"− we need to get some sleep tonight −" He whispered, kissing her forehead, and she sighed quietly, apparently feeling, as he did, a pleasant, warm, tickling of desire. He stroked her hair, closing his eyes. "− we'll finish what we started tomorrow −"

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[layla4567]

A MERRY CHRISTMAS

Loki x Mobius // Modern AU

Summary: Loki and Mobius (more Loki than Mobius) compete with their neighbors to see who has the best decorated house Warnings: None i think A/N: It's the first time I've written something about Loki or any character in general and I don't pairing him with the reader, but they are such married couple material

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Loki looking through the window muttered and grumbled intelligible words with visible annoyance. The night was clear but cold. Mobius, seeing him so focused with his gaze fixed on the glass and what was beyond, approached behind Loki with curiosity, trying to understand his babbling.

"Loki what the hell are you doing?"

"It's the Ronans, darling. They're decorating their house with lights and reindeer…"-he said without looking at him

Mobius placed his hand on his shoulder and looked through the window, standing next to him.

"Well yes, and? It's almost until Christmas and that's what they usually do in the earth or Midgard as you like to call"

"I know and that's why I want to do the same!"-Loki said sliding the window curtain abruptly to close it.

Loki walked from right to left, chewing his growing anger; if he were a cartoon, smoke would have come out of his ears and feet with every step he took. Mobius scratched the bridge of his nose and sighed. With a squeeze on Loki's arm he stopped him.

"And may I know since when you want to become familiar with these customs and traditions?"

"Since they have better things than us!"-He raised his hands to the ceiling in exasperation.

"I don't think they have better things than us"-Mobius approached the window again and drew the curtain-"I see some plastic reindeer, colored lights, we have that. Mmh a Christmas tree, a snowman and-"

Suddenly the gray-haired man stopped in mid-sentence, which seemed suspicious to Loki.

"What? What's wrong, what did you see?"

Mobius regained his speech and cleared his throat carelessly.

"Oh nothing, It's just a Santa Claus…"

"I wanna see it"

"It doesn't matter, Loki-"

The god of mischief ignored his words and came closer to see Santa Claus. It was a beautiful and large inflatable doll that looked like a typical pot-bellied man dressed in red.

"It really doesn't matter, Mobius? Look how big it is."

Mobius looked out the window again with Loki and suddenly his neighbor went up to the roof and placed the doll in an even bigger sleigh full of reindeer, and of course with a sack full of gifts. Loki looked at his partner who was now deadly serious and with his jaw clenched.

"Loki.."

"Yes dear?"

"We need a sleigh and a Santa Claus"

Loki smiled and suppressed a giggle, and hugged Mobius from behind, placing his chin on top of his head.

"Of course my love"-and kissed his hair

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"Alright, we now have everything we need, we can now pay fo- Loki!! Loki, leave that snowglobe, you're going to break it and it's very expensive!"

Already in their comfortable house, Loki and Mobius left the Christmas decorations on the living room floor to unpack them and decorate the outside of the house.

"We would have bought the giant snow globe"-Loki said

"I already told you no, I didn't have any more money left"

Mobius bent down to open the boxes and take out the lights and other things.

"Come on Loki, give me a hand with this."

Between the two of them they unwrapped reindeer and snowmen the size of a dresser. Mobius hugged the smiling snowman adorned with a little hat on his head and trudged towards the door. Loki looked at the bubble paper carefully and sat down inspecting it. His fingers without thinking burst a small bubble and his eyes opened in surprise. Mobius, who was surprised not to have Loki by his side, turned around with a grimace due to the weight of the doll and saw his partner sitting on the floor watching the security wrapper like a child

"Mobius, what is this..?"

"That's what you use to keep fragile objects from breaking, why?"

"Oh for nothing"

Loki burst another bubble again and when he did he couldn't stop. Then one became two and two became three and so on until a new addiction inadvertently arose in him. Mobius snorted angrily and exclaimed

"Loki please stop fooling around and grab a reindeer to put outside!"

"Oh yeah! Sorry"

Loki jumped up and grabbed the red-nosed reindeer and approached Mobius holding the door with one foot so he could get out. It was snowing outside and it was a strong contrast between the warm and cozy atmosphere inside thanks to the lit fireplace. Mobius Loki left the objects in the snow and with their arms on their hips they looked at the outdoor part of the house.

"Ok I think we will have a lot of work ahead of us"

"Look who's coming there"-Loki pointed out

Suddenly his neighbor Mr. Ronan came out of his house grabbing a medium-sized cardboard box.

"Great, they're probably coming to show off their expensive decorations."-Mobius whispered

"Hello Mobius, Loki, I see that you are also going to decorate your house for Christmas."-he laughed happily

Mr. Ronan was a somewhat unpleasant man to deal with, he always boasted that his house was always the best decorated and every year he won some Christmas contest. His wife and children were just as petulant as him.

"Hi Jerry, that's right and it seems like you're not done yet."-he said awkwardly

"Ha ha of course I'm not done yet, now I'm about to put up more lights!"

He put the box on the floor and opened it, taking out long strips of colored lights.

"More lights? But his house already looks like a disco ball"-Loki said softly.

Mobius nudged him in the belly to which Loki grunted. Jerry stood up confused and Mobius smiled nervously.

"Well, we won't bother you, we're going to put up our decorations."

Mobius pointed to the reindeer and the Nivee doll and Jerry looked at them with a mocking smile, at that moment Loki looked at him with a threatening and serious face.

"Oh, that's all you were able to buy? What a shame, if you want I can lend you some items, there were many leftovers from last Christmas."-he laughed

Ronan's words seemed kind but his sarcastic tone was unbearable and mean. Loki lowered his chin, tensing his muscles, and moved closer to his neighbor, but Mobius grabbed him by the waist and gently pulled him back.

"It's not necesary thanks"-The gray-haired man growled under his breath.

Jerry went away to set up the lights and Mobius and Loki approached the reindeer and the snowman.

"If I see him again I will cut out his tongue."-Lloki said

"It's better to ignore him, he's always like that."

"But he made fun of our decor!"

"Then let's show him that ours is better, we'll make him bite the dust"

Loki looked at his proud partner and kissed him on the head.

"Well said"

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"Come on Loki you can do it! More to the left!"

I'M DOING EVERYTHING I CAN!!

Mobius gave Loki instructions on where to place the sleigh with the great Santa Claus, but the patience of the god of mischief was running out.

"This is ridiculous!"-Loki said with his hands on his hips.

Mobius grimaced and snorted until he heard the voices of his neighbors. When he turned to look he found Jerry Ronan with his wife and two spoiled children looking up at our roof and laughing.

"Problems with your decoration, neighbor?"-Jerry mocked.

Mobius clenched his fists and forced a smile.

"Don't worry, there's nothing we can't solve…idiot"

He whispered the latter so that they wouldn't hear it. Loki continued fighting with Santa Claus until, furious, he accidentally kicked the sack of gifts and they fell down, getting caught in a bush. Mobius did facepalm

Loki saw how the neighbors laughed and saw his children point at him and stick out their tongues.

"Let's see who has the last laugh, spawns of evil"

Loki came down from the roof and made some daggers appear and when he was about to walk towards his neighbor Mobius grabbed him by the waist and stopped him.

"Whoa, whoa, What do you think you're doing?"

"Mobius, they laughed in my face, I'm going to teach them a lesson"

"I agree but not that way. Come on let's finish the decoration"

And so a kind of pitched battle began where each neighbor added more decorations. Lights, snowmen, giant gingerbread cookies, etc. From time to time Loki would cheat and use his magic to deflate the neighbor's reindeer or burn down his Christmas lights. But the final surprise was some fireworks that Loki managed to conjure and that left the neighbors stunned. In the sky was a bright, emerald green Christmas tree. Loki stood behind Mobius with his hands on his shoulders and looked at the sky and then looked at the neighbors with a proud gesture.

"Take that and your lousy house"

Jerry and his family frowned and grunting, they went inside their house, muttering expletives. One of the sons even gave him the middle finger. How rude. Mobius laughed and turned to see Loki.

"What a unique Christmas, huh?"

Loki smiled "But with you, you make everything better"

Mobius smiled and hugged the black-haired man.

"Merry Christmas Loki"

"Merry Christmas to you too, dear"

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Well I was supposed to publish this before but I was writing other things so I forgot, sorry xd

Merry Christmas y'all :)

[kalisseo]

the mirror in you

okay so i wrote a one shot about this idea here, this is basically how it goes in the regular au, with some differences but the main idea is this i just felt like writing with this version because why not. i hope the three people that know the au lore enjoy this

(if it's low-key ass idgaf I'm sleepy)

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another normal lunch break in clone high high school: students walking around, eating at the cafeteria, or just passing time sitting in the grass with their friends, average activities for the average student.

except for two students: chris and hannah.

chris was walking around trying to find something interesting, like every other month, he was trying to make it big in a new field, and this time it was journalism! in a school full of clones of historical figures there must be something interesting to put in a newspaper, right?

hannah was outside the principal's office, trying to hear the best she could the conversation going on inside, she also had a recorder to record any valuable information, that has been her routine these past days, since a week ago she heard about some "secret plan", "world leaders" and this weird thing about a "new agenda".

chris casually walked to the same hall she was in. perfect! a clone that checked all his boxes for an interesting article! a mysterious reserved girl...doing something weird!? and outside the principal's office too...and not just that! she had a recorder with her! there was something definitely juicy going on with her.

chris squeaked of joy, walking towards her, since he was behind she couldn't see him, not until chris pulled his own recorder out of his pocket and talked to her.

"hello, tubman!" he said in a cheerful voice, Hannah couldn't do anything but scream, jeez! chris wasn't that scary. "uh, are you oka-?" a hand covering his mouth shut him up.

"SHH! silence!" she whispered in an angry tone, followed with a face of terror when she heard steps getting closer to the door. "shit! they're gonna catch us" hannah took her hand off chris mouth to cover her own.

"hey, do you know my mom is-?"

"SHH" hannah looked around and grabbed chris by the arm, she found the perfect place to hide, the janitors closet.

hannah slammed the door and basically threw chris there.

hannha was sweating, she could feel her heart beating violently, meanwhile chris stared at her in confusion.

"so...harriet tub-!" he said turning his recorder on.

"hannah."

"come on! can you let me finish my sentences for once!?"

"my name's hannah, you should respect how other people want to be called, you know? being popular doesn't entitle you to do whatever you want." she scolded chris, god, she found popular kids so stupid.

chris only rolled his eyes "so...hannah, something interesting you wanna share?" he pointed at her face with her recorder and a big smile "you seemed really suspicious out there."

"what are you, a journalist?" she crossed her arms trying to figure out what he wanted.

"well, actually! trying to, if i find something interesting enough I could be famous!"

"wait, come again? something interesting?" maybe popular kids weren't that bad, if this whole journalism thing could help her on her mission to save the school.

chris nodded his head, and before speaking again hannah grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer to her, but not that much, her expression changed drastically.

"I do have something for you!"

"really!?" he yelled, finally! his eyes were shiny for excitement.

"yes! interesting, and DANGEROUS! but I need you to believe me, I have proof!" she was talking so fast that chris could barely keep up with what she was saying.

"give it to me then!" hannah left him go, chris composed himself a little, fixing the collar of his shirt, suddenly hanna handed him her phone.

"just don't swipe off too much" she asked nervously "anywho, i discovered the truth about this school, sure, we all know we're experiments but we were made with a purpose, become leaders and weapons! isn't that crazy? and they're planning on erasing our memories soon with a laser!" the words coming out of her mouth were messy and barely made sense, chris was confused, he kept checking out the photos on her phone, it was documents, and photos of a laboratory, and some kind of laser, he could assume that was the laser hannah was referring to. "I tried to warn joan, but she made fun of me, she always makes fun of me and thinks I'm joking, but she will be the one begging for my attention once I save her." all the bitter words were lost in the air, chris didn't really paid attention to her, he only focused on the name that was on one of those documents: candide sampson.

"hey, candide is my mom!"

"that's perfect! you could be a spy!" the obvious thing flew over hannah's head, if it was a revelation for her, it was gonna be ten times worse for chris.

"my mom wouldn't do that...i mean sure she's a cold woman who only cares about her job that I don't know anything about other than is just casually government related and even more casually related to this school but, but she wouldn't be like that, you know?"

"well, maybe everything's a LIE! Wouldn't it be weird to have a school of clones without a purpose?"

"i don't know, maybe they were bored!"

"or maybe they were lying to us!"

chris stared in disbelief at the photos of those documents, until hannah snatched her phone out of his hands.

"meet me here tomorrow if you want to save people, unlike joan."

hannah opened the door and left, this was going to be difficult for chris.

[whaleofatjme1920]

SCP 49 general romance headcannons. Maybe with a D class

SCP 049 Dating a D-Class

[GN!Reader]

[Warnings: I mention murder in the beginning? It's very vague though.]

[AN: I like writing D Class as straight criminals so that's uh, getting worked in here lol. Lets me work in my enemies to lovers trope. Also no, I refuse for this to be seen as an "uwu Reader was just misunderstood" Reader will be appropriately called out for murder.]

Let's get into the meat of it who exactly are you? You were a nurse assistant in a relatively busy hospital. You worked in a senior ward and often helped where you could. However, you had some extreme misguided empathy and would "put people out of their misery" for things you deemed far too hard to deal with. And suddenly, 15 people were dead under your care. Of course, the hospital found this suspicious as the deaths were just too convenient even if the victims were elderly and you were uncovered as their killer. Of course, this is messed up both morally, ethically and in the eyes of the law. You were sentenced and put on death row.

And that leads you to now, with 049.

When D Class are thrown in with 049, it's largely understood they'll end up as one of his little pet projects, a mindless drone that becomes a monster when provoked.

Weirdly enough, I think that 049 kinda knows what the D Class are visiting him for? He's managed to manipulate research and observation staff into giving him info on the D Class being shoveled in because his tendency to want to experiment on them goes up the worse the crime they committed is.

049 finds out what you did and he's absolutely confused. Appalled, kind of gets it? He just has to talk to you.

You end up really fleshing out a relationship with him. It's deeply philosophical, and slowly the two of you start getting closer. He's kind of at odds with you because he doesn't think it's really your place to decide life or death for anyone, but at the same time, he did that for Dr. Hamm under the false notion of "I want to cure him."

He calls you a murderer a lot. It's sneered and you do the same thing back. You know who you're in the presence of.

But that's stuff I'll flesh out later, you wanted romance, it's time for the romance aspect.

You and 049 have a very odd relationship. He's not entirely gentle with you. It's kind of carved out through playful banter and wanting to one up each other.

You two still cannot touch. Because his clothes are a physical part of his body, the two of you cannot touch unless he's wearing like, legitimate gloves of you're in a full on hazmat suit. The Foundation doesn't care about your romantic relationship, so the two of you are often just barely touching each other.

He speaks to you in French and says such sweet, loving things to you. If he's speaking in French, it's pure poetry. He adores you and will let you know in his most beloved tongue.

The two of you don't always feel like talking out loud, so you'll share a notebook and write little notes to each other. Entire journals filled up with secrets, words of love, parts of your life... If you've ever seen those doodle dates where you exchange drawings every 10 minutes, it's a lot like that.

You try to gift him things when you can, and that's pretty sweet of you considered the Foundation doesn't really care about your romantic relationship. It's keeping 049 stable, so that's all they can really ask for.

You and 049 like to dine with each other in the same room.

When he's cuddling you, full hazmat no skin to skin contact, he's warm and purrs! He pecks the side of your head and wishes he could actually kiss you, but for now, this is good enough.

Sometimes you assist him in experiments.

Loves to hold your hand when you're both gloved. He thinks it's very sweet and one of the purest forms of affection and love.

[leefics]

How about 50. putting a hand over the other's mouth to shut them up for mafia yoongi?

prompt / touching (#50); “putting a hand over the other's mouth to shut them up." pairing / mafia!yoongi x reader genre / fluff word count / 1.03k words warnings / none lee’s notes / another fun one to write! i hope you enjoy it 🤧

"welcome!" you exclaim, glancing to the door with a smile as you hear the bells chime.

your cheeks quickly flush, however, when you make eye contact with a familiar blonde-haired male. "oh, hi yoongi." you mumble, looking downwards to avoid eye contact.

he chuckles at your expression, walking over to you. "you don't seem too excited to see me." he teases, playfully tilting his head to the side.

you bite your lip, "i am, though." you reply with a pout, glancing towards him.

yoongi lets out another chuckle, leaning against the counter. "i was just messing with you, (y/n)." he says amusedly.

"oh."

he grins at your reaction, walking past the display of baked goods to meet you behind the counter. "so, any new treats today?" he asks, leaning over to see what you were working on.

your cheeks continue to heat up upon feeling him move closer to you, finding it embarrassing how much you'd grown to admire his presence despite the little you knew about him.

the time you two spent had grown to become a daily tradition. he would visit you every late night, chatting you up about different matters as you both stayed in the rather tiny bakery you owned.

as yoongi puts either of his arms on the counter, caging you in front of him, you nod at his question, giving him a small excited smile. "yeah, i think i've perfected my snickerdoodle recipe." you say, grabbing one from the tray in front of you. "wanna try?"

"sure," he replies, grabbing the cookie from you.

as he takes a bite, you carefully watch him, a slight anxious expression on your face. "... is it alright?" you ask, tone unsure.

yoongi nods, looking at you impressed. "i gotta say, (y/n). this has to be one of the best ones you've had me try so far." he says, causing you to let out a gasp.

"really? you think so?" you ask, unable to hide your excitement.

he chuckles and nods, looking at you with yet another amused smile. "i promise."

you happily cheer, jumping up and down a few times before you instinctively grab onto one of his hands. "thank you, yoongi." you exclaim, giving him a wide smile.

he simply smiles back, happy to see the joy on your face. but as his eyes move behind you, his smile slightly falters at the sight of another car arriving.

"oh, looks like you have a customer." he says, nodding behind you. "expecting anyone?"

you frown confusedly, turning around. "hm, that's weird. no one usually comes by around this time except for you."

while you don't think much of it, yoongi's eyebrows furrow, suspiciously watching the van as the door opens. he keeps you within reach, closely looking at the man who comes out.

"yoongi? you okay?" you ask, worry growing upon seeing the sudden seriousness in his gaze. "is something wrong?"

on cue, your eyes suddenly travel towards the stranger's hand, spotting a familiar object under the man's sleeve as he walks to your bakery entrance.

"is that—"

before you finish your sentence, yoongi pulls you towards the storage closer, locking the door before you two hear nothing but rounds and rounds of gunshots.

"hyung, they have my location. i need you to come here right now." he mutters to the phone before hanging up.

he quickly leans you against the wall, standing in front of you protectively. "w-what's happening?" you stammer out, continuously flinching at the sounds of gunshots.

"i'm not sure," yoongi mumbles, shaking his head. "just give me a second, okay?"

as he lets go of your hand, you quickly grasp onto his sleeve again, "w-wait, you're leaving?" you squeak out, panic in your tone.

his eyes quickly soften, "no, no." yoongi says, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder. "i just need to check the door. but i'm staying right here with you, okay?" he says, "i'm not going anywhere."

you nod, eyes shakily traveling to the door as you continue hearing gunshots. "i'm scared." you whisper, tears beginning to spill out of your eyes.

he sighs, "we're gonna be okay, (y/n). we just have to wait a little longer." he says, feeling you grasp his shirt. "i have some friends nearby, they're on their way right now."

"okay," you mumble, hands shaking. "i-is this—"

all of a sudden, the doorknob to the storage room begins to rattle, causing your eyes to widen. yoongi quickly looks towards you, lifting a finger to his lips.

you nod, lip quivering in fear. but when the man loudly hits the door, you let out a soft whimper, making yoongi clamp his hand over your lips.

"don't make a noise." he mouths to you, causing you to nod in fear as you continue tightly grasping his shirt.

"yah, min yoongi." the man behind the door says, "aren't you going to come out?"

yoongi stiffens at this, jaw clenching as he chooses not to speak. "what? you suddenly can't speak now?" the man taunts, letting out a laugh. "it's because of your little lady friend, isn't it?"

you fearfully look towards yoongi, watching as he shakes his head at you. "ignore him," he mouths, keeping his hand on top of your mouth.

"yah, min yoongi!" the man shouts, "i swear, if you don't answer me right now, i'm going to—" he says before getting cut off by a loud gunshot.

you shut your eyes tight, tears streaming out of your eyes as you lean your head towards yoongi on instinct. he moves his hand out of your mouth and hugs you towards his chest, comfortingly rubbing your back.

"yoongi-ah, it's me." seokjin says from the other side of the door, making him let out a sigh of relief.

he looks towards you, gently guiding your eyes to meet his as he wipes the tears from your cheeks. "hey, you're okay, now." he says, releasing another breath. "we're okay."

but as he brought you home later that night, closely watching the fear-filled expression on your face, he couldn't help but wonder if he was really telling the truth.

[jungshookz]

y/n is smitten with jungkook and it’s really, truly driving her crazy

➺ pairing; jeon jungkook x reader 

➺ genre; university!au!! hello newbie bff!kook!! woohoo this is part one of a brand new mini-series!! honk honk humour!! boo hoo angst!! jungkook and y/n are bestie goals!! y/n feeds jungkook at one point which is pretty cute too 

➺ wordcount; 5.3k

➺ summary; y/n finally decides to tell jungkook about her feelings for him and she doesn’t know if she’s ever been this nervous about anything before. 

➺ what to expect; “when you like someone... do you think that you should tell them that you like them?” 

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“i have special feelings for you.”

your face screws up in disgust as soon as the sentence comes out of your mouth and you shudder before shaking your head 

‘special feelings’?!

you’re definitely scratching that one off the list 

special feelings

way to sound like a creep 

“c’mon, y/n,” you grumble, pushing yourself up from the sink before reaching up to knock against your forehead, “think, think, think...” 

you’ve been in the washroom for the last half an hour just talking to yourself in the mirror and it’s safe to say that it hasn’t been a very productive half an hour because you’ve basically been spitting the same sentence out in increasingly cringeworthy ways 

“...i think i like you?”

see, now why did you word that one like a question?

do you think you like him or do you actually like him?? 

where’s the confidence??

where’s the oomph factor?! 

“no, wait, i mean-” you wince and quickly shake your head, “what i meant to say was that i think that i know that i like y- no, no, listen to me, i actually like you-”

well, if there’s one thing that can be said for sure, it’s that this is going absolutely nowhere 

the past two months of your life has been consumed with you debating with yourself in your head about whether or not you should tell jungkook that you like him or if you should just bottle it up and keep your feelings shoved deep, deep inside your soul for the rest of your life and even the entirety of your afterlife

it was approximately a week ago that you finally decided it would be best to just put your big girl pants on and tell jungkook about your feelings for him because you know yourself and you feel like you might really go crazy if you don’t do anything about it 

of course, you wouldn’t have come to that decision if it wasn’t for something he’d said during a library study session 

"should you tell someone that you like them?”

“-!” you immediately choke on your water and quickly twist the cap back on the bottle before patting your chest lightly and looking up towards jungkook, “what?” 

“when you like someone... do you think that you should tell them that you like them?” he asks, continuing to type away at his laptop as if he didn’t just ask you what seems to be a pretty loaded question, “or should you just keep it to yourself? to not accidentally make things weird, you know?” 

why would he suddenly bring something like this up? 

“i, um...” you clear your throat before offering him a halfhearted shrug, “well, i- i mean, if you- i think that if you have serious feelings for a person- like, if you know that it isn’t just a silly little crush-” you pause for a second to collect your thoughts so you can string them into a coherent sentence before going on, “okay, let me put it this way: if you know that your feelings for this person are genuine and that you really do want to pursue a romantic relationship with them, then, yeah. yeah, i think you should tell the person that you like them. because if you don’t, you’ll live the rest of your life wondering what would’ve happened if you did tell them, you know? if you do tell them about your feelings, then you don’t have to wonder ‘what if’ for the rest of your life.” 

“huh.” jungkook looks up at you from his laptop before giving you a nod and a hum, “i guess you’re right... yeah, that makes sense. but what would you do if they didn’t feel the same way?”

you can’t help but narrow your eyes suspiciously at his question and the little voice in the back of your head warns you to stay cool and definitely don’t get your hopes up 

he can’t possibly be talking about you and him, can he?

...but if he’s not talking about you and him, then why would he bring the topic up in the first place? 

oh my god. does jungkook like me too? 

“well, i-” you can’t hide the soft smile on your face from the thought of jungkook having feelings for you but you quickly remind yourself that he hasn’t said anything like that at all and has really just asked you a simple question, “i don’t think you have anything to worry about, kook. you’re, like- you know, you’re super nice and funny and- yeah, i- i think if you told someone that you liked them, there would be a 100% chance of them liking you back.” 

“do you really think so?” jungkook’s gaze softens and you feel your heart skip a beat at the sight 

oh, god

you are so whipped for him, aren’t you?

“of course! i know so. is there- is there a reason why you asked?” you ask quickly as you lean forward, wanting to take advantage of the conversation before he loses interest in the topic

“well, i just wanted your opinion on it, because i feel like you always have something logical to say.” jungkook smiles, gently nudging your leg with his foot underneath the table, “i trust you.”  

i trust you.

“i... i like you... and...” you frown at the piece of paper in your hands before looking back up at yourself in the mirror 

perhaps it would be better to not follow your script word for word 

this message should come from your heart, right? it shouldn’t come from a crumpled up piece of notebook paper that’s been living at the bottom of your backpack for the past week 

you nod to yourself as you fold the sheet of paper in half before tucking it into your back pocket 

“okay, i have something that i’ve been wanting to talk to you about,” you breathe out, shutting your eyes for a second to imagine his face in front of you before opening them again, “before you freak out, it’s really not that big of a deal. we are... we’ve been friends for- we are friends, and friends are honest with each other, so this is me being honest with you. i like you. i like you, as in, i have feelings for you. and to be completely honest, i’ve liked you for nearly a year now, which, i know is a pretty long time to have kept it a secret, but- i’ve tried multiple times to force myself to not like you but at this point it’s become clear that my feelings aren’t going anywhere anytime soon. i guess it doesn’t help that we basically spend every day together, right? anyways, if you don’t feel the same way, that’s completely fine. i promise i won’t let it ruin our friendship because i really do cherish you as a friend and the last thing i want is to make things weird, so... you don’t have to worry about hurting my feelings, you know? i just want you to be honest with me, too. ...yeah.” you finish your little monologue with a smile as you give yourself a quick pat on the back 

okay, not half bad! 

it’s short, it’s sweet, you get straight to the point, you have a safety net to fall back on- 

you jolt in surprise at the sound of a splash and a whoosh of a toilet flushing from one of the stalls behind you and you press your lips together tightly and look down when someone steps out 

wonderful

you just gave someone a free show! 

she doesn’t say a word as she steps up to the sink next to you, her bracelets clinking together as she scrubs her hands under the running water 

she twists the tap off with a creak before leaning down to look underneath the mirror for the paper tissue dispenser 

she stands back up before pointing towards the one under your mirror, “could you pass me some paper tissues?”

“uh, yeah, for sure-” you quickly reach under and yank a couple of paper tissues out of the dispenser before handing them over to her with a sheepish smile, “by the way, i was just- i was just practicing a monologue, so...” you clear your throat quietly and she gives you a stiff smile and a nod before turning to head towards the door 

you mouth a silent ‘oh my god’ and reach up to bite your fist as soon as she turns away, your entire face now red from getting caught basically confessing your feelings to yourself in a dimly-lit restroom like a total weirdo 

“hey-” the stranger turns to look at you from the door, “good luck with your- um, your monologue.” she smiles softly, a knowing glint in her eyes, “i hope it works out for you.”

“oh!” you return a smile while reaching up to scratch the back of your neck, “uh, thank you. so do i.” 

the door shuts with a slow creak and you exhale slowly before turning to face yourself in the mirror again before chuckling lightly, “god, so do i.” 

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before you freak out, it’s really not that big of a deal...

you adjust the strap of your backpack as you push the door open and step out of the bathroom, a blast of cool air from the library immediately making the hairs on your arms prickle to life 

we’re friends, and friends are honest with each other, so this is me being honest with you...

you reach down to press your palm flat over your tummy when you feel it rumble

i like you, as in, i have feelings for you...

you and jungkook are supposed to meet for lunch today and that’s when you decided you were going to tell him, but now you’re starting to wonder if maybe you can push it to tomorrow or something because you’re starting to get really, really nervous 

i’ve liked you for nearly a year now, which, i know is a pretty long time to have kept it a secret. i’ve tried multiple times to force myself to not like you but at this point it’s become clear that my feelings aren’t going anywhere anytime soon...

the smell of freshly-baked pizza suddenly tickles at your nose and you look up to see that muscle memory has already brought you to the building that you’re meeting jungkook at 

if you don’t feel the same way, that’s completely fine. i promise i won’t let it ruin our friendship because i really do cherish you as a friend and the last thing i want is to make things weird...

“okay, y/n. you’ve got this.” you mutter, looking at the doors of the building as you straighten your back, “everything is going to be-”

“hey, there you are!” 

you grunt in surprise when you’re suddenly being tackled from behind, strong arms wrapping themselves around you and lifting you up for a split second before you’re being set back down on the ground again 

“jesus, kook-” you immediately spin around and grab onto jungkook’s forearms to keep yourself steady as you wait for your eyeballs to stop rolling around in your skull, “someone’s certainly in a good mood today!” 

“i’ve been thinking about pizza ever since i woke up!” he chirps, turning you back around before pushing you towards the doors eagerly, “let’s go, let’s go, let’s go-”

“alright, alright-” you laugh lightly, smiling as jungkook brushes past you to hold the door open for you, “how did your midterm go?”

“actually, it went a lot better than i expected!” jungkook nods enthusiastically as the two of you join the queue of hungry students

he turns to glance at you for a second before raising his head slightly so he can take a look at the menu up front, “i think the mock quiz you made for me really helped.”

“hey, that’s good! that’s good.” you nod slowly, pausing for a second before clearing your throat, “hey, by the way- there was something that i wanted to talk to you about.” 

“ooh, i actually have something that i want to talk to you about, too.” jungkook grins before leaning over to nudge your side with his elbow, “i think you’re going to like what i have to say.” 

“i- i am?” you raise an eyebrow, “well, what do you want to talk ab-”

“yeah, four slices of pepperoni, please.” 

“to go or for here?”

you don’t get a chance to say anything else because the two of you are already up at the front and you shut up before hurrying to grab your wallet 

“for here, please. and... hold on, gimme a sec-” jungkook pulls his student card out of his wallet before handing it to the cashier, “and an order of cheesy garlic knots too. oh, and also, two little cup-thingys of garlic aioli. what do you want to drink?” he turns to look at you and you blink owlishly before realizing that he’s paying for all of the food

“oh, you don’t have to-” you raise your own student card, “i can pay for the knots-”

“relax, you can just get it next time.” jungkook snorts before nodding towards the drinks in the back, “what do you wanna drink?” 

“oh, okay, i-” you narrow your eyes to look at the drinks before nodding, “can i get a lemon iced tea, please?”

“i’ll just get a coke.” 

you stay quiet as jungkook pays for the meal, the cashier handing him the receipt a second later 

“do you wanna find a table for us before it gets too crowded?” jungkook turns back to look at you before taking his bag off his shoulder, “here- put my bag on the seat so no one will take it.”  

“’mkay, got it.” 

it seems that lady luck is on your side today when you end up spotting two empty stools facing the windows and you hurry your way over before anyone else grabs the seats 

you carefully weave your way around the tables, being careful not to knock into anyone’s chairs or the back of anyone’s head (it happened to you once and it was not a pleasant feeling.)

you grin in success as you set jungkook’s bag down on the first one before settling yourself down on the second one 

everything is working out wonderfully today! 

“oop-” you feel a little crunch in your back pocket when you sit down and you lift yourself up for a second to quickly reach behind and- “oh-” your eyes widen in panic when you realize that you just pulled out what’s basically your love letter to jungkook and you hurry to take your backpack off so you can quickly put it away

“y/n, the nice girl gave me a brownie on the house!” 

you feel your anxiety skyrocket through the roof when you hear jungkook’s voice coming up behind you and all the alarms begin to blare at the sight of the note that’s still in your hand

“we can share it!” jungkook chirps, now standing right behind you with a tray full of food, “can you lift my bag for a second?”

“uh, yes! yes, i-” you grab jungkook’s bag off the chair with a grunt and plop it down on your lap next to your own backpack before turning to look at kook with a smile, “free brownie again? that was nice of her.” you blindly feel for an opening on your bag before shoving the note into it right as jungkook gets settled next to you 

pheW 

crisis averted 

“i know, right? i think she might like me- or maybe she likes you, i don’t know-”

“i’m pretty sure you’re the one she’s batting her lashes at, kook,” you snort, turning to glance back towards the front counter to see one of the girls staring in your guys’ direction with a dreamy smile on her face, “i feel like she’d behead me if i touched your brownie.” 

“it’s okay, we can still share it- oh my god, everything smells��so good.” jungkook slides the box of garlic knots with a little cup of aioli sitting on top of it over to you, “let me get a couple of bites in before i start talking- you want a bite of pizza?”

“mm-mm, i’m fine with my garlic knots.” you smile, popping the flimsy paper box open and immediately being hit in the face with the rich scent of butter and garlic, “wanna try?” you ask, tearing a chunk off one of them before dipping it into the sauce

 “mm, gimme.” jungkook leans over before opening his mouth eagerly and chomping at the air and you can’t help but giggle before feeding him the bite

a minute or so ticks by where the two of you sit in comfortable silence and you chew thoughtfully as you stare out the window  

you feel good!

you feel good about this 

you feel like all the lights are green and all you have to do is rev the engine and slam down on the gas 

you know what to say, you know exactly how to say it, and you’ve planned out all possible routes of how this conversation with jungkook might go 

a) the 'oh my god, this is really happening’ scenario: you tell him you like him, he tells you he likes you back = you’ll enjoy each other’s company for the rest of lunch and maybe he’ll hold your hand when he walks you to your next class afterwards

b) the 'you’re a really good friend, but no’ scenario: you tell him you like him, he tells you that he doesn’t feel the same way and that he just wants to be friends = you tell him that it’s completely fine and that you’ll get over it, you’ll enjoy each other’s company for the rest of lunch and afterwards he will definitely not hold your hand when he walks you to your next class which is fine because friends don’t hold hands with friends 

c) the ‘yikes, this is awkward’ scenario: you tell him you like him, he reacts with discomfort and mild disgust = you’re slightly offended but you still tell him that you understand anD that you’re willing to give him as much time and space as he needs, and you’ll walk to class alone 

...you really, really hope it’s not the last scenario that unfolds. 

“-said yes!” jungkook slaps a hand down on the sticky metal counter before letting out a laugh, “can you believe it?”

oh god

you’ve been so in your head this whole time that you completely missed the exciting news that jungkook was waiting all day to tell you about 

do you want to ask him to repeat himself or do you want to pretend like you were listening to him the whole time? 

“that’s... i’m so... happy for you...?” you trail off sheepishly, jungkook turning to look at you before snorting 

“you weren’t listening to me, were you?” 

“i was!” you argue before gesturing out the window, “i totally was, i was just- i was just a little distracted because of the pigeons outside-” 

“okay, well, let me just tell you again-” jungkook wipes his greasy fingers on a napkin before turning to face you slightly, his knees knocking against the side of your legs, “i finally did it. i finally grew a pair and i finally asked ji-eun out and she said YES!” 

“hey, look at you go! that’s so-” you immediately clam up when his words finally settle into the deepest depths of your brain and you feel your heart plummet to your stomach 

oh 

...

oh. 

well, it looks like you weren’t as prepared as you thought you were 

d) the ‘i just asked someone out so i clearly don’t have feelings for you’ scenario: you don’t get a chance to tell jungkook about your feelings for him, jungkook tells you that he likes someone else, and you... 

what do you do? 

“hey, what’s the matter?” jungkook frowns, tilting his head before reaching over to give your shoulder a shake, “you haven’t said anything in, like, a minute.”

you didn’t even know he was interested in someone else 

the name ji-eun sounds a little familiar to you — now that you think about it, you’re fairly sure jungkook’s brought her up before (something something i sit next to this girl something something she’s nice and she let me borrow a pen something something along those lines) 

she’s in his sociology class, you think?

“-great!” you blurt out, forcing a bright smile on your face as you look over at him, “sorry, i just- i was just processing your great news so i guess my brain just shut off for a second- that’s so... great, kook. super great.” 

“isn’t it?!” jungkook clasps his hands together before taking his bottom lip in between his teeth, his eyes all wide and twinkly, “i mean, i was actually surprised she said yes, you know? i practiced what i was going to say to her all week- i stumbled over my words a couple of times but if anything i think she found it endearing...” 

jungkook’s voice starts to fade out in the background as you turn to look back out the window

the chunk of bread in your mouth feels like it’s getting bigger and bigger as you continue to chew 

suddenly you’ve lost your appetite 

okay

well 

this is... this is fine. 

this is fine, right? 

if anything, this is great news! 

at least now you know that jungkook definitely doesn’t feel the same way, which is... fine! 

it’s fine

and it’s a good thing that he started babbling first because you can’t even imagine what would’ve happened if you’d spewed your news out first

once again: crisis averted! 

you let out a little sigh as your shoulders droop slightly

you had prepared yourself for what to do if jungkook didn’t feel the same way about you... so why does it feel like you’re flailing around in the middle of the ocean trying desperately to keep your head above the water? 

“to be honest, i probably wouldn’t have done it if it weren’t for what you said to me in the library last week,” jungkook hums, “you know, about how you should go for it otherwise you’ll be left wondering ‘what if’ for the rest of your li-”

“yeah, yeah, i remember.” you interrupt him a little more crassly than intended before reminding yourself to loosen up, “i- yeah. i remember. i’m glad i could help.” 

“oh, and you have to help me plan the date- everything has to be perfect.” jungkook reaches over to poke a finger into your arm, “you know i’m no good at all the mushy romance stuff, but you certainly are.” 

“well, i-” you let out a nervous chuckle before shrugging, “i mean, everyone’s different, you know? i, um... i don’t know if it’s a good idea that i help you plan out the date and stuff because- you know, i... i don’t know anything about ji-eun! you know more than i do, so i probably won’t be able to-”

“i feel like dinner and a movie would be super boring.” jungkook sighs as he folds his grease-stained paper plate in half before pushing it away, “i mean, i definitely still wanna take her out for food and stuff, but-”

“i would argue that a dinner and a movie is a good first date,” you shake your head, “you know, you get to talk and get to know each other during the dinner, and then during the movie, you don’t have to talk to each other for like, an hour and forty minutes so you get a bit of break.” 

“i mean, i guess, but... oh, shit, i’m sorry.” jungkook winces, suddenly perking up a little, “you said you wanted to talk to me about something, right? tell me about your thing first before we plan my date.”

“my thing?” your lashes flutter and you feel your ears starting to get hot at the reminder of what exactly your thing is, “oh, god, i- it’s nothing, now that i think about it. it was something... it was something silly, so- like, i don’t even remember what i wanted to- it’s stupid. it was stupid, it’s nothing.” you chuckle uncomfortably as you rub at the back of your neck, “let’s just keep- let’s just keep planning your date! i wanna keep planning your date.” 

“okay, well- if you change your mind at any point, i’m all ears.” 

“mhm.” you nod as you swirl the chunk of bread around in the aioli absentmindedly before letting go of it, “got it.”

“ooh, i’ve got it!” your eyes widen when jungkook suddenly reaches over and takes your hands in his, forcing your stool to swivel around so that you’re face-to-face with him, “imagine that i asked you out on a date.”

“u-us? on a date?” you swallow thickly, “that- that’s so dumb, kook-”

“no, listen, listen-” he chuckles, giving your hands a squeeze, “if i asked you out on a date, what would we do together?” 

“well, i...” you look down at your hands in his (and for a second you can’t help but feel as though your hands just fit together perfectly) as you think of what to say, “we... we like pizza, right? i think, like- we could order a pizza and a box of garlic knots and maybe have some kind of a picnic on the rooftop of your apartment building. i mean- you’d probably have to decorate the rooftop first with a bunch of little twinkly lights and you’d have to lay out a blanket and some pillows to make it comfortable, otherwise we’d just be sitting in the dark on the cold, hard ground, but- yeah. i... i think that would be really nice. because it’s an intimate setting and it gives us the chance to talk in private, and we could literally stay up there all night if we wanted to and... you know, watch the sun rise and stuff. so... if we went out on a date, that’s what we would do together.” 

the little voice in the back of your head suddenly reminds you (quite cruelly) that you, in fact, were not asked out by jungkook and you won’t be having a romantic rooftop picnic with him and you immediately pull your hands away from his before laughing nervously, “but you know, that’s just an idea, so you don’t have to take it.” 

your face feels hot as you turn away from jungkook and you look down at your cold garlic knots before reaching over to shut the lid and push it away 

“mm... no, i actually like that!” jungkook nods eagerly, “i like that a lot- i mean, a rooftop picnic is a little cheesy, but i think ji-eun will think it’s cute!” 

“great!” you clear your throat, “as long as ji-eun thinks it’s cute, i think it’s great-”

“will you help me set it up?” 

great. 

he’s really rubbing salt into your wound, isn’t he?

“i... of course! i would love to.” you smile stiffly before lifting the sleeve of your hoodie to check the time on your watch, “so, i'm gonna head out, i think- i need to get to my next class early if i wanna get a good spot-”

“mm, okay-” jungkook slurps up the rest of his coke before shaking the empty paper cup, “i can walk you there! i’m done for the day so i think i’m just going to go hang out in the library- ooh, i can plan out my date while i wait for you-” 

“oh, you don’t have to walk me to class, it’s fine.” you dismiss him with a flick of your wrist as you pull your backpack on, wanting desperately to just end the conversation so you can get the hell out of here, “i can just meet you in the library after i’m done.” 

“are you sure?” he frowns, reaching over to pick up your box, “hey, you didn’t finish your garlic knots-”

“i know, i just- i guess i wasn’t super hungry.” you shrug, “you can take them if you want! you paid for them, so...” 

“okay, in that case, i’m just gonna hang out here and finish up these knots and then i’ll go to the library.” jungkook plops back down on his seat before reaching over to punch your arm gently, “text me when you’re done, bud!” 

                                     »»————-　🖤　————-««

“-now, for this next portion, i just want you to take some notes down on your computers or your notebooks or whatever you have- think about any thematic concerns in the poem that stand out to you...” 

you draw circles on the blank page of your notebook in disinterest as the sound of your professor’s voice drones on and on in the background and your mind immediately takes you back to what just went down with jungkook

your hand freezes on the page and you let out a quiet little huff 

damnit!

you said that you weren’t going to be all mopey if things didn’t work out, but here you are, all sad and droopy and very much radiating woe-is-me energy 

all you know now is that you’re going to take your feelings out on a big ol’ pint of ice cream tonight 

by the way, you should probably throw out your little love letter because you certainly don’t need any embarrassing reminders of what you were going to say to jungkook 

you don’t even want to think about what could’ve happened if you told him you liked him before he told you that he’d just asked someone out 

you set your pen down before leaning down to unzip your backpack, reaching in and blindly rummaging around for a crumpled up piece of paper 

...

hm 

you frown, leaning down further to get your arm deeper into your bag

your fingers bump up against your planner, your wallet, your water bottle and your pencil case, but... 

that’s odd 

you roll your eyes in frustration as you pull your backpack up off the ground and plop it down on your lap with a fwump!, unzipping it all the way and opening it up so you can get a better look inside 

you pull everything out and set your belongings down on the small table one by one, being careful not to make too much noise as to distract the professor 

you’re more than confused as you stare into your empty bag after taking all the contents out of it 

what? 

where the hell is it? 

you reach into the side pockets and you’re disappointed when you end up pulling out old tissues and empty gum wrappers 

it’s not in the front pocket either — just your key, a pack of bubblegum, and a small bottle of hand sanitizer 

your brows knit together in deep thought as you settle back against your seat, your eyes flickering to the side as you- 

you immediately pale 

oh my god.

you’re positive that your heart stops beating for three whole seconds the moment you realize where exactly the note is — because no, you idiot, you didn’t shove it into your own bag earlier-

the note is in jungkook’s bag. 

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Just some random ideas but what about a sad story where a baby Michael moves to a house with his twin and mom that has been haunted and the ghost there is a baby Ted. And they become friends and eventually they fall in love but Ted is dead.

I had this idea starting October and decided to make it a tweetfic and post it today.

bby Boostle AU where baby Michael moves with his family to a new house that was at a suspicious great price for what it was. They suspect something is wrong with it since the house is great but the price is too low and that's an opportunity they can't lose.

They didn't even have to fight other people for it because they were the only ones who made an offer to that house. 

Yet, the parents can't complain. They finally have a place to call their own, and start all over again. Even if they notice the neighbours staring at them every now and then, and avoid them completely.

Michelle and Michael spent a lot of time together exploring the house, they found it fascinating and they were extremely happy that they had their own room and all this huge house is now theirs.

But it was one night where Michael woke up because of a constant sound. He brushes his right eye and slowly his mind understands the sound. Someone's sniffling. Someone has been crying.

He feels his eyelids are heavy so when he turns on his bed and tries to open them, he realizes he can't. So with them shut, he mumbles.

"Hey, it's alright--" Michelle is a strong girl, but he knows sometimes she feels sad for their parents. It might be one of those nights where she is terrified of dad. "Come here."

Some time passes, he doesn't know how long it has been, he's drowsy and still with his eyes closed. Maybe this is a dream, but he hears the sniffling closer.

"You can cry all you want, but get in bed already," he lifts the blankets so she can get under. He knows crying feels good and he shouldn't be telling her to stop crying. Not when she is scared or in pain. Telling her not to cry is like telling her not to bleed when she gets a wound.

"Mmmmmh." Michael makes a noise, trying to hurry her to move. When he feels the mattress dip and her close to him, he wraps them both with the blanket as he sighs. He wants to speak to her, make her feel better, but before he can form a coherent sentence in his mind, he's fast asleep again.

Next morning when he asks Michelle how she is doing, he notices her making a confused face. He is feeling even more confused when she tells him that he was asleep last night, she never went to his room.

This night's event keeps happening more and more, and every time Michael tries to see who is the one crying, he feels too sleepy and his eyelids too heavy. Until one night, he tries his best to open them and even sits up on bed, rubbing both his eyes with too much force.

"Let me see you," Michael complains and looks around. "Who is making you cry every night?"

His bedroom is suddenly too quiet. He can barely see in the dark, but he waits. He won't miss this chance, he tells himself.

From the corner of his room, something is moving and while it is scaring him to the point that his body suddenly freezes, he doesn't close his eyes. After a few moments, he realize is a kid his age, with dark hair and big eyeglasses.

The kid sniffles and uses the back of his wrist to wipe his nose, his other hand is clenching the hem of his shirt so tightly, that Michael immediately thought he was ashamed or scared too.

"I'm not going to hurt you." Michael's voice is so thin, it surprised even him. "It's okay. I'm Michael. What's your name?"

The small kid looks up at him. From where Michael is, the stranger looks so small, so vulnerable and Michael feels an inexplicable need to protect him.

"Ted." He whispers.

//

Michael is having so much fun. He had never met another boy who was so smart, witty, and funny. Every single night he stays up to talk and play with him. They talk about games, tv shows, the moon and the stars, the monsters that live in the first floor and how much they love pranking others.

There is no night that isn't fun.

They spend time in the secret places that Ted used to hide in when his dad would get angry at him, they play in the backyard, laying down on the ground as they wipe their tears from laughing too much and Ted confessing how much he had always wanted a friend. They sometimes go to the forest too, to find treasures, those special items that Ted hid once a long time ago.

Everything is just so good.

With time, Michael learned that Ted's dad didn't like him too much, his mother restricted food and even starved him every now and then only because she thought he was fat. Michael doesn't have the best life either but to hear that from Ted as he sobs, breaks his heart in a million pieces.

Sometimes he cuddles Ted and can actually feel a thin chill veil as he does it. He sobs with him, because he wants Ted alive and life has been so cruel to him.

It's not fair, he thinks.

Michael is so young but he isn't dumb to ignore that the connection he has with Ted isn't a common one. He feels that their meeting was destined to be, that they are meant to each other.

He himself doesn't know much about life either or what is supposed to be right by society, but Michael firmly believes that Ted is beautiful and the best thing that has happened to him. He thinks about all the places that they could go if Ted was alive, all the things they could do together...

But it's something that is never going to happen and that makes Michael terribly sad.

Maybe there's something Michael can do. Maybe there's a way of being forever together...

//

Michael's health had slowly started to deteriorate and even if his mother is so worried and trying her best to bring him back to a healthy state, she can't.

Michelle doesn't say a word as she observes the state of her brother. She reaches out to hold his hand, just as small as hers.

"I'm going to miss you, Mikey." She whispers to him and gets in bed, curling up next to him. She know what is happening, she has seen Ted and has heard them speak before. She knows what Michael is doing, after all, they are twins. They just KNOW.

"I'll visit you, Michelle." He sighs and closes his eyes. He feels too weak to feel like this is a goodbye.

Michelle quietly cries as she sees Ted appear.

"Michael?" Ted's voice is weak. He's afraid that Michael would get mad at him, even if this was Michael's idea only. But she isn't. She isn't mad at all. This is what her twin wants and she knows this will make him happy. "I came for you."

"I love you, Mikey." She whispers and she sees his smile. 

"I love you too, sis. I'll see you soon." He says before closing his eyes and slowly, she feels how he releases her hand, his body now stiff.

//

Michelle opens her eyes with some difficulty in the middle of the night. The laughter of two boys can be heard not too far away and she knows that they are here. With that, she closes her eyes back to sleep. It’s okay.

They are together.

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Photo Opportunities

Word Count: 2.7k

Pairing(s): Tom Holland x Actress!Reader

Warnings: FLUFF with a slightly (barely) suggestive sentence towards the end 

A/n: damn I can't write anything except actress reader? smh but this is for @londonspidey ‘s sit-com Writing challenge (ik I'm early lol) but I was so excited I wrote the whole thing in one go lmao the prompt is bolded!

Calling yourself a fan was an understatement. You were obsessed with anything and everything marvel. And oddly enough, you could after today say you were in the club. It wasn’t a public fact yet, until later that day actually, at the Marvel panel at comic con that you were being announced as the actress for the character, Felica Hardy and no one else knew except for the people who cast you and your best friend who signed an NDA. You were technically still a known actress for your roles on television mainly as Thalia on the PJO Disney + series and a couple of still decently sized films. 

You were currently wrapping up signing autographs for fans of yours for today. Your team had planned it out so it wasn’t suspicious that you were at the con with a few of your castmates scattered doing other junkets and press so people wouldn’t guess who they were acting as the cast for new marvel projects. 

You had been planning to go meet your best friend, who wasn’t in the industry before getting a text that she bought you both a photo-op with someone and she wouldn’t tell you who. You couldn’t only assume it was a marvel actor that you would indeed, freak out. 

Y/b/n: btw I brought you a mask. I get the wig lol.

You: please tell me it doesn’t cover my full face. Also, how are we posing?

Y/b/n: I bought as many photo ops as I could so a lot of different ones, And if I tell you the poses it’ll spoil it.

You: is this with the money I pay you to be my assistant with? Lol fine I’m omw with security

Y/b/n: maybe… 

Y/b/n: and they’ll need more backup security for who we’re getting a photo op with than you do for your hellfire.

You roll your eyes before taking your stuff and exiting the booth, before heading out the backways with staff security and your detailed security for the day. You only had security because you wanted to explore the con when you weren’t needed.

Your best friend had also been your assistant for the con weekend, but you didn’t want her to be confined to you the whole three days so when she could, you would let her explore it, at least she could experience it as a fan, right?

When you made it to that part of the building, you wanted to wait in line with her, which your security didn’t agree to so she texted you when there were about five people ahead of her. She was one of the last in line, with you asking her to be kind, so others would get their chance to be first with whomever it was. 

When she texted you and your detailed exit, getting a few stares and others taking their phones out to either take photos or tweet, you wave at them before joining your best friend in line.

“Here,” she says before handing you none other than a black cat mask before she puts on a red wig. 

You glare at her slightly trying to not make a scene, before putting it on. 

“I’m assuming you're Mary Jane?” you laugh figuring out that it had to be someone from Spider-Man.

“How’d you- never mind.” She laughs with you.

She then explains how she’s going to pose for your five photo ops, joking in between how she should “get a raise for this”.

You catch sight of him before sucking in your breath. This was either going to go down amazingly or terribly, there was no in-between with you. 

“Excuse Me, are you Y/n Y/l/n?”

You turn around and are met by some fans who were standing in line behind you.

“I am! How’s your con going?” you ask politely to the two of them.

“It's going amazing! We love you as Thalia! Could we maybe get a picture? Only if it’s okay?”

“Of course! Thank you for supporting me!” your best friend grabs their phone to take the photo, before you take off the mask, and stand between the two fans, and your best friend snaps a few photos. 

“Thank you so much! And Are you fans of Tom?”

You start slowly walking back to catch up to the line. 

“Yeah, I love him as Spiderman, but I also enjoy his other roles. He's very talented, I'd love to work with him one day!” 

“Have you seen him in Uncharted?  We love Him as Nathan drake!”

“I have, he was amazing per usual! How are you two posing with him?”

They show you their innovative pose. You laugh and tell them it's great before you have to wish them goodbye before heading up for your turn for the photo op. 

“How do we want to pose- hang on, I recognize you!”

You freeze slightly before your friend mouths for you to flirt. You look down at the mask in your hand before getting into character and saying “Of course you do Spidey, I'm always causing you trouble.” you put on the mask and wink. 

He seems slightly stunned, laughing, feeling like he’s seen you somewhere, not only because he found you extremely gorgeous, while in his peripheral vision he sees his brother/ assistant, Harry waving like a madman on the side. 

Your friend directs you both through the poses, first, one both him putting “webs” onto you as she looks over his shoulder, the second one, both of you kissing his cheeks, the third, all jumping in the air in your best superhero poses, the fourth one she gets a photo op alone and the last one she gives to you,

“Seriously, who are you?”

“Your Wildest dreams, baby,” you say, taking off the mask. 

Your best friend yells “freestyle” from the sidelines before Tom dips you, gently, with you shocked, holding the mask out with your free arm and the photo captures that moment. 

 He gently helps you stand back up fully, not before you drop the mask.

“Nice moves Spider-Man.”

“Not so bad yourself, Black Cat.”

You laugh before, taking off with your best friend, well more her dragging you to the printing station leaving the mask behind. Tom picks it up before shoving it in his back pocket to hopefully give back if he could find you. 

-

`You were sitting in the green room, trending on Twitter before you were actually supposed to be trending on Twitter, and god knows where else.  

Someone had snuck a video of you and Tom, up till him dipping you, and a video of you interacting with the fans in the line.

Your Y/b/n was currently reading off some tweets out loud

“‘A kind queen we stan.’  I agree, I also agree with ‘Date her if you can't date me tom!!!’.

‘THALIA AND PETER PARKER??? My two fandoms have collided.’ same, same. Oo this one says, ‘if she ain’t playing black cat I will sue marvel.’ I'm dying at the reply ‘She needs to post the photos or I'll sue her!’. This one’s funny, ‘she could squash him like a bug in heels but he liked his queen like that.’.”

She pauses watching you texting.

“Y/n? Y/n?”

“What? Sorry I was only half listening. I was texting my publicist. She said to stay on the DL until tonight. 

“Well we should get food, you haven't eaten since this morning.”

“By the way, your show has shot to number one on Disney +. Also, you have like three times the followers you had before, probably cause you're trending on every platform, even Tumblr!”

“Wow you should just become my social media manager now.” you joke trying to ease the joy yet weirded out feeling in your stomach.

“Does that come with a raise? Because after today I've spent way too much of what I'm paid.” she jokes back.

-

After finishing his photo ops Tom asked Harry who she was and to find out. By the time he finished autographs for the day, Tom and Harry walked to the panel room in the back for announcements, one that included him for the new Avengers movie, while Harry gave him the rundown.

“So she’s an actress, she plays Thalia on Disney plus’ Percy Jackson series, and that's her most known project. The other girl with her is her assistant best friend, and now she's trending everywhere. People dug up some old photos of her being a marvel/Spider-Man fan, so there's that. And she's here at the con for the rest of the weekend. She's doing photo ops tomorrow at one, and yes she's single from what I gather since you were looking at her like this.” he makes a weird face before tom smacks him.

“And plus you have time in your schedule to get a photo op with her, that is if you eat lunch quickly.”

That gave Tom an idea. 

“Harry I’m going to need you to book me one, oh and help me find a Spider-Man costume!” He says, before leaving harry to do ‘assistant’ work. entering the green room for the announcements, watching them announce a new movie.

“We are so excited to announce to the Marvel Universe, and spider-verse-” that perked tom’s ears, “-directed by Gina Prince-Bythewood, and today we are announcing our amazing Miss Felicia Hardy, please give a warm welcome to the stage, Your Black Cat!”

You suddenly emerged in an aisle way, dressed in all black with a leather jacket, black ankle boots, and of course black sunglasses indoors.

The music is marvel music until it suddenly changes after a recorded laugh from you into “I can’t be tamed by Miley Cyrus”.

You start owning the music while saying hi and touching fans’ hands. You decide to take off your sunglasses and throwing them to a fan, for them to keep, before getting on stage.

“What a Performance from the one the only Y/n Y/l/n!”

You laugh, being met with the loudest applause you had heard all con before being handed a Mic. 

“Thank you but I'm a terrible dancer.” You Joke.

Tom was staring at the screen stunned. You had been the black cat all along. You were in the marvel universe and spidey one,  so he'd definitely be seeing more of you. The hard part is that you seemed so genuine when you talked, interacted with fans and was no doubt, stunning. 

“Better close your mouth or the flies will get in.” Tom turns around to find the voice of none other than his friend slash bully, Sebastian Stan, along with Anthony Mackie.

“Looks like the kid has a crush!” Anthony laughs, pointing to the screen you were on.

“I-I don’t! I don’t even know her!” Tom tries to come to his own defense, hopelessly.

“She’s got you whipped already don’t even deny it.” Harry comes in, joining the teasing of one, Tom Holland.

“Maybe we can invite her out for drinks tonight, then fanboy over here can meet her, and then probably scare her off!” Anthony mentions.

“You haven’t looked on the internet? They’ve already met.” Seb says, before showing Anthony twitter. 

Anthony stands there slightly shocked before bursting into laughter.

“Well, she’s damn well a keeper for Tom since she obviously likes him.”

A staff member peaks their head in the green room to tell Tom he’s up next.

“Well, that’s my cue to leave you two!”

On the other hand, you were on an adrenaline high from being on stage, and seeing all the fans. You knew tomorrow was going to be crazy, as you expected people to book your photo op left and right since the announcement. 

You had decided to decline an offer from your fellow marvel universe castmates, Sebastian Stan and Anthony Mackie, which they so graciously told you that whenever you’re free, the offer still stood. 

You had gotten to your hotel room seeing your phone blowing up on the social media apps for the second time that day. 

You responded to the important stuff, before heading to bed, knowing it was going to be hectic.

-

You had been right, it was absolutely insane, the number of people who showed up. You had fully booked all your time slots for photo ops. You had seen so many people dressed up in marvel cosplay, ranging from Loki to Ironman, even some people dressed up as your character, which was wildly insane to see.

You had been nearing the end of the line and had enjoyed every moment with the fans, and you couldn’t wait for your autographing session later that day, to truly get a chance to talk to the fans and connect with them and how they felt about you being their beloved Black Cat. 

After a few more photos, posing how they wanted, you see a fully dressed, head to toe, mask and all, Spider-Man. You had seen some spider-mans but most took off their masks to snap a picture. The person was the last in line. 

“Hey Black Cat.” The southern American accented voice tells you, seeming very familiar. 

“Hey, Spider, what poses do you have up your sleeve?” you ask kindly.

“I bought a few, Cat.” they laugh.

“Okay, You can do whatever a spider can right?” you pull out a line out of the comics jokingly.

“I can do flips if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Is that some kind of nerd pick-up line? Because it’s only kind of working.” you laugh. 

“I really can, but this is one.”

He gets down on one knee, holding a black cat mask instead of a ring. The photographer captures the shocked expression on your face.

“I- Don’t- What- Spider I-” 

“Ow My feelings…” Suddenly their voice changes into a British accent before they pull off the mask to reveal-

“Tom?”

“I guess you don’t have a spidey sense darling?” The photographer captures the moment without warning eating the moment up. 

You laugh at that. 

“I guess you found out my true identity Spider. And it’s nice to officially meet you, Tom.”

He laughs, just as nervous as you, he notices he has gotten closer to you and a strand of hair loosely is blowing in your face, so naturally, he pushes it behind your ear. Another snap of the camera can be heard. 

“NOW KISS!” a voice belonging to your best friend yells from the side, mid-eating a churro.

You both laugh really hard at that.

The both of you calm down, slowly leaning lost in the moment. The camera snaps again. You both look at the photographer weirded out, and they just shrug.

“Wait can you actually do a flip?” you ask, pulling away, not wanting prying eyes aka the photographer, to pry in your business. 

“I can, though I’d show you later, maybe in the greenroom?”

“That sounds naughty, but, sure.” you joke around. 

He laughs before, you both take off from the area going to grab the photos.

-

After spending most of the day together when you could, you get Tom’s number, before heading back to your hotel room. He texts you as soon as you get back. 

Spider: I had fun today, minus finding our assistants making out.

You: we should ‘snog’ too, it’ll gross them out ;)

You: I had fun too btw. Are you leaving tomorrow?

Spider: lol we should. And yeah an early flight, 6 am to be exact. Hbu?

You: Yeah me too... another day another dollar lol

Spider: ill miss you, Cat.

You: stop talking like we’ll never see each other again lol. As a matter of fact, come to my room, we’re watching a movie!

Spider: alright, I’ll order snacks. 

  You sigh smiling at your phone. You haven’t felt this giddy in a long time.

Your phone pings with a few Instagram notifications.

Tomholland2013 has started following you.

Tomholland2013 has tagged you in a photo.

You open Instagram to find the photo of him “proposing” to you posted.

“Ow, my leg, my- feelings...Welcome to the Universe, Cat.” the photo is captioned. You decide to post, the photo of him dipping you.

“So what do you say, Spider? Wanna help me pull off the Heist of the Heist of the Century?” you caption it, Before getting comfortable to watch a movie. 

What an opportunity ;)

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Bruce Wayne x Mafia Boss!Male Reader

//Self Indulgent//

Bruce Wayne was a man of many talents. He's trained almost his entire childhood to become what he has desired. Through all his hard work, and by working in Gotham, he expected to have seen everything. But no matter the title given to him by Gotham's people, "The Greatest Detective", he felt like no such thing at this very moment.

He was stumped, admittedly, which was not often. He stared at the face and name of the screen of the Batcomputer like staring at it would make it change in fear of his glare. But it never did, and it wouldn't in the near or far future.

Bruce had been looking into one of the most prominent, yet well hidden, cartels selling drugs and other opioids underground and on the black market. It took him an astonishing two months to even track down one of their runners. It was so hidden in plain sight it was practically invisible. Once he'd gotten intel from one of the runners using his intimidation tactics, he was able to get a spy inside the ranks. They fed him information that got more incriminating the longer he was inside the operation.

But suspiciously, they recently went quiet. The last message he was able to receive from his informat, was that he was going to meet the boss soon, and he'd be able to tell Batman more about him after. Bruce never believed in coincidences. So, he went digging further and found many incidents including rival drug cartels. What he found, set a pit in his stomach.

The name and face printed on the file before him, held an uncanny resemblance to his one and only friend before his parent's murder, and that was, " _____ _____". The name was like lead on his tongue. You were his one true regret when he left for Batman. He disappeared, but you soon followed right after. Bruce had thought you were dead with how your name suddenly dropped off radar.

But now he knew. You're parents had also been killed when one of them failed to persuade a drug dealer to put his gun when they wouldn't buy from him. It was like deja vu all over again. His parents lying dead on the concrete, his mother's pearls drenched him blood. But what he read on the autopsy report, was none similar. Your parents died a slow death of suffocation, chocking on the blood filling their lungs while video cameras recorded you sobbing for them and trying to stop the bleeding.

Now, Bruce realizes just what he's dealing with. That name and face on the file, was none other than you, who took a job in a rival cartel against the killer of your parents and slowly climbed the ranks. You killed every man in your way to kill the bastard that killed your parents. But he couldn't stomach it, the fact the killer still had kids at home and a wife, set him the wrong way. You were only creating the scenario of what happened to you on those kids. What would stop them from killing you in the future?

He needed to stop this, and that's exactly what he set off to do. Dawning the suit and the cowl, he speed out of the cave in the Batmobile to one of the biggest known base of operation. It was a club called Apollo's Sun Strip and Bar in the East end. No matter how much he didn't want to admit, he couldn't deny that the east end was far worse in petty crime that central Gotham. He stopped two attempted assaults, three attempted robberies, and one cat in a tree.

Getting to the club wasn't hard, and Batman would have done more research on studying and watching their moves, but he was on a tight schedule. Using the shadows to his advantage, he crept in through the back of the club and made it to the rosters. Watching from above, he saw many of the dancers on the stage and the patrons sitting in their booths watching or at the bar. He's surprised to see how well managed the place was.

Slipping to the back of the place, it was completely dark, save for a corner of the room being lit up by one over hanging light. Stalking forward, he was surprised to find the lit up corner morph into one of a lounge. It wasn't empty.

Getting into a fighting position, Batman took out a batarang and held it up. A deep, sultry chuckle followed his movements, and the sound of a crystal glass getting set down on wood came right after. A figure sat in a cushioned chair, leaned back just far enough into the shadows to cover his face. They were dressed in a three piece tux. Black trousers and jacket with a red jeweled waist coat, and a deep maroon button up shirt.

He deep, yet smooth voice came from the shadow covered face, " Bruce, it's been a long time. Would you care for a drink perhaps, one with an old friend? " It was said so deceivingly, Batman almost missed the name attached to the sentence. He froze, and watched as the figure laughed in dark joy and slowly rises from the chair. Bruce gulped and wondered how his friend got so,...big.

You walked around one of the chairs and finally stepped into the light. Bruce took in your features, how they've sharpened, and how your eyes had grown darker. You titled your head and chuckled again, " Don't worry about the name, Bruce, your secret is safe with me. But, was isn't safe, " He walked up to Bruce and grabbed him lightly on the chin, "are those lips of yours. "

Bruce only had a second to think about your words before you attacked his lips with your own. He let out a surprised groan that was easily swallowed by you. His hand went slack and the sound of his weapon hitting the ground rung through the entire room as he got over his stupor.

Gasping for air when you pulled back, you lick your lips at the disheveled face he was sporting, or at least, what you could make of it. You chuckled, but kept your grip on his chin, "I always wondered how big bad Batsy has grown. And I have to say, I'm pleasantly surprised. "

Bruce huffed and panted for air like a dog, and you chuckled again. Dipping in, you peck his lips one more time before letting him go. Grabbing your glass that was on the table, you drink the rest of it and shoved it into Bruce's chest. He grunted and held onto it, looking up at you in confusion.

You chuckle and saunter away, an extra away in your hips and you comb your fingers through your hair, " For the identity, Darling. I'm giving you a little leeway. Now, I won't make this little game easy, Bruce. But I know, you never like anything easy. " At the end of your little speel, the lights flickered and you were gone. The only sound Bruce heard the the thump of the bass, and the murmurs of the people talking in the main room.

Looking down, Bruce found a single thumb print on the class. He smirked and looked back up to where you were last, " Sneaky bastard. "

//Hope you enjoyed it! //

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Inge! sorry I'm a little late to the party, but do you still take prompts? if yes, I'd like to request a friendship piece for either Rodney&Teyla or Rodney&Ronon (w/ or w/out a dash of McShep is good for me) pretty please? thanks! <3

Not that late at all, and what a lovely warm prompt! Thank you. :D

I went with Rodney & Ronon, but also kind of Rodney & Teyla and maybe Ronon & Teyla, and also John is around, and it’s almost teamfic? Also, Jeannie.

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The door to John’s quarters slides open exactly like his own would, which he expects, but he stops cold after two hasty steps into the room anyway. He turns back to the door to check, and in the process has to look past the Johnny Cash poster above the bed and the surfboard leaning against the wall and the giant brick of a Tolstoy book on the nightstand, so yeah, he decides in the end, without stepping out to doublecheck - these are John’s quarters. There’s not a single thing out of place, except, well, the obvious.

“McKay,” Ronon grumbles. It sounds like a greeting. Like Ronon, sitting fully clothed on the edge of John’s made bed, is saying hi.

“What are you doing here?” Rodney asks, by way of saying hi back.

“Meeting Sheppard.” Ronon grins, in a way that looks a little dangerous. That’s a good sign with Ronon, who has no problem looking a lot dangerous, if he wants. “Unless you want to spar with me.”

Rodney does not. Rodney thinks that’s a little too predictable for him to say out loud; quite honestly, he thinks John is crazy for endangering his life that way voluntarily every week.

Rodney looks back at the door again, which has slid closed, and in front of which the person he’s been looking for has not suddenly materialized in the last ten seconds. “Where is John?”

“Not here.”

Rodney’s nerves make him skip the snappy comeback. “Any idea where he might be?”

“Why?” Ronon asks.

Which is more than enough to make Rodney spill his guts. He was barely holding it in, anyway. “I think Jeannie’s mad at me, and I’m not sure why.” He frowns and starts to pace back and forth and rub his hands together. He’s a multitasker. “I don’t think I did or said anything rude lately, but her emails are shorter than usual, and she didn’t even sign the last one. It’s really not like me to overthink these kinds of things, because I don’t care what people think of me anyway-” That’s a lie, he’s come to realize in recent years, but it’s a comforting one to repeat out loud, sometimes. “But, you know, I think I was the bad guy for not contacting Jeannie all those years and we’ve only just started being brother and sister again, so I’ve been trying to put in the effort, and now I think she’s mad at me.” He stops marching and gives the too long, didn’t read version. “So I need someone to tell me what I did wrong, so I can fix it.”

Ronon levels a look at him. “And you need John for this.”

The look says more than the words, and it has a point, of course. John’s not known for his exceptional social grace and skill. Rodney wags his head a little, considering how to justify his choice. John is his best friend, but he’d feel a little pathetic saying that to Ronon, who he’s pretty sure is also John’s best friend. “He had some surprisingly clever insights about my relationship with Jeannie last time she was here,” is what Rodney lands on, reluctantly. He spots John’s golf stuff in the corner, and wistfully thinks back to being able to just ramble at John without Ronon sitting there, judging him.

Ronon leans back, planting his hands behind him on the mattress. “I could help,” he offers, out of the blue.

Some deep, deep blue. Blue enough to make Rodney stare, hands stilling mid-wring. “You?” Rodney’s not trying to be offensively puzzled, but he thinks he’s allowed a little surprise. If John is dubious in his social grace, Ronon is a tripping hazard. “You could help?”

Ronon stares back like a challenge. “Yeah.”

“Okay,” Rodney says. He waits and looks at Ronon expectantly, but nothing happens. Ronon just looks back at him mutely. “Please?”

“What would Teyla do?”

“Huh?” She’s not here, either - if Ronon’s help is just sending him to chase someone else around the city, that’s not very helpful at all.

“Ask yourself,” Ronon says. “What would Teyla do? And then do that thing.”

Rodney is right back to baffled. He’s not sure he ever left - he’s talking to Ronon Dex about feelings. “Is that how you handle a problem?”

“No.” Ronon leaves a pause there. Rodney finds himself unexpectedly distracted by the question if Ronon talks so little because he really just doesn’t have much to say, or because finding words takes effort. “I glare at it until it goes away.”

Rodney huffs a laugh out of pure surprise, because that almost sounds like a joke. It may not have been, but either way Ronon doesn’t glare at him, which Rodney takes as a sign that he hasn’t just become a problem.

“And if that doesn’t work-” Ronon continues, which Rodney feels is surprisingly talkative of him, until he lets that sentence hang unfinished.

But Rodney can do that, now. Finish Ronon’s sentence. “What would Teyla do?”

Ronon nods. He looks a little smug, like there’s a dead Wraith around here somewhere. “Yeah.”

“Oh,” Rodney says, both because he would have guessed that Ronon’s backup plan would involve a lot more knives (though it could, potentially, still involve knives sometimes - Teyla’s very good with those) and because that’s actually good advice. If there’s one person who would know how to get someone to tell them what’s wrong, it’s Teyla.

And if Teyla thought somebody she loved might be mad at her, but she wasn’t sure why, she would... ask. She wouldn’t go into a tailspin and try to guess at the answer while assuming it had to be her fault, she would ask why and listen and then talk it out.

“Oh my God,” Rodney says, feeling like a whole new world just opened up to him. “Words.”

Ronon pulls a face. It looks a little like a sympathy wince.

Rodney flings a hand out at him. “Thank you!”

“Thank Teyla,” Ronon says, which Rodney thinks is a little weirdly modest for the galaxy’s greatest Runner who just counseled him through a family emergency, but they can work on Ronon’s ability to accept gratitude later, over lunch or something.

For now, Rodney sweeps out of the room, because he needs his computer so he can type so he can get Jeannie to tell him what’s bothering her so he can be a good brother, and apologize only once he knows what he’s apologizing for. God, Teyla’s smart.

As luck would have it, John is just stepping out of the transporter when Rodney storms towards it. “Hey,” he says, slowing to a stop when Rodney doesn’t. “What are you doing here?”

“Asking you for help.” Rodney brushes right past him with a pat to his arm; no time.

“You’re going the wrong way,” John calls after him.

“I’m fine! Ronon helped me by making Teyla help me help myself with Jeannie.”

“What?”

The last thing Rodney sees before he steps into the transporter is John’s bewildered face. It’s clear John is left with some questions, but Rodney doesn’t need to hang around for that. Ronon can take over; that’s what Teyla would do.

Or, Rodney thinks, what a friend would do.

(Turns out, in the end, that Jeannie was never even mad at him to begin with - her next email is much longer, and details all the mundane little circumstances that piled up and left her very stressed last month but that she didn’t think Rodney had wanted to hear about (it involves a flu and lice and a car that wouldn’t start and visiting in-laws and school play preparations and a lost teddy bear and half a dozen other little things Rodney is glad he doesn’t have to deal with in Pegasus), and then she calls him very attentive for picking up on her mood and sweet for thinking to ask if everything is okay.

The next day Rodney bribes one of the botanists to cut a bouquet for him and gives it to Teyla, and he hoards one of the last pieces of pie at dinner until Ronon shows up. “What’s happening?” John asks, suspicious. Maybe Ronon’s explanation wasn’t all that comprehensive after all.

“Emotional intelligence,” Ronon says around a full mouth, spewing little pieces of pie across the table, and Rodney nods solemnly.

That’s not what Teyla would do, because she’s smiling at them both, but close enough.)

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FUSHIGURO MEGUMI || BEING WITH A POWERFUL S/O SORCERER

| featuring : fushiguro megumi from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors but other than that n/a

| form : headcanons

| published : 24 november  

| request : can i request megumi with a powerful s/o? theyre very strong maybe like gojo??? also if u want you can make them come from a clan or something, thank you! :3

| barista’s notes : hello! there is another cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request) for you and i hope you enjoy this and please come back soon ＼ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ／ also while editing this, i didn’t realise that i unnecessarily use the word ‘really’ quite a lot...wow i really like to emphasise stuff with that word ʕ ﾟ ● ﾟʔ

Just like he does for Okkotsu, Fushiguro highly respects you even though both of you are in the same year.

He’s even more surprised that you are with him romantically since you were the only daughter of a prestigious and highly respectable clan - which makes him more surprised that your family was so accepting of him even though he was related to the Zenin clan.

Unlike the other clans, your family was known to be kind and charitable towards anyone unless there was a reason for them to become hateful - aka the Zenin Clan hehe~

So when your parent’s found out he was related to them, they first were doubtful about him before they noticed how he looked at you with so much love in his eyes, and how respectful he was to you and them making them realise that there was no one better for you, leading them to really like the boy.

“I’m surprised that your family approves of you being with me, let alone like me” he muttered to you with his head resting on your lap as you played with his hair.

“Why are you surprised?”

“Y/N, even though I have no part to the Zenin clan, I’m still related to them by blood”

“Mimi, they were suspicious at first but you’re you, and listen even if my family disapproved, I wouldn’t care at all”

Let’s just say that he’s extremely grateful and happy that you are with him. Sometimes he wonders why you are with him when you could go for someone more powerful and better in general.

Of course, you would smack his head every time he would degrade himself and remind him why you loved him - to which always caused him to blush profusely leaving you to continue your little speech just to see his face even more.

“Mimi, you are an amazing listener, you care about the people that are close to you, you have a moral compass that doesn’t change when someone disagrees with you and you’re really pretty”

Of course, he starts to get really shy and turns away to avoid showing his red face to you.

“Okay, okay I get it”

If Gojo wasn’t around - which he most likely isn’t - he would ask to train with you since you were as powerful as the white-haired sorcerer.

Just because he was your boyfriend, that didn’t mean that you were going to go easier on him - not that he really wanted you to anyway.

These training sessions would 9.999 times out of 10 lead to Fushiguro laying on the ground, tired as well, while you would just sit down next to him like you didn’t even lift a single finger with a bottle of water for him.

After each session, you would kiss him on the forehead before saying “well done, you’ve gotten really strong from our last training session Mimi, I’m proud of you”

That there. That really makes him happy.

The other 0.001 times out of 10 is when you hold back to see if he has improved - to which he does with your help (girl you should become a teacher)

Other times….

“If you win this round, I’ll make you my ginger-”

Next minute, you are suddenly pinned down to the ground with Fushiguro on top of you.

“Oya~ you didn’t even let me finish my sentence, let alone even start the round, you must really like ginger Mimi,”

Sometimes he wonders what makes you tired since when you would train with the others, you just never seem tired - the only time he has ever seen you exhausted is when you would train with Gojo as the mentor would go to powerful lengths to train you fully.

What makes him more motivated to get stronger is when you and Okkotsu would fight each other or together. Another example is when he sees you fight curses with such ease and grace, making him wonder how really powerful you are since you didn’t need to use a lot of curse energy on the missions you had with the first years.

In conclusion, he respects and idolises you as a sorcerer as well as a person and is grateful for the fact that you gave him a chance, you really do mean the world to him ha?

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The Cleric Who Cannot Cure pt.1

https://tenor.com/view/eddie-munson-eddie-eddie-stranger-things-stranger-things4-edit-gif-25801714

It’s about u becoming Eddie’s savior( Maths tutor )

Disclaimers!!!                                                                                                       

1. English is not my first language.

2. I don't know much about the '80s.

3. I know nothing about DnD.

4. I know almost nothing about the American school system.

5. The protagonist in this fanfiction is oddly specific and very hard to insert yourselves in. It's pretty much self-indulgence fic, but I just decided to leave out my name and share it with the world. ((The protagonist is the new Asian kid in the town.This is my plan for now))

6. I'm pretty new to fanfiction and Tumblr.

7. swearing  💀💀💀

8. ooc bc I binged and didn’t pay much attention except for the Eddie part.

9.prob eventually angst idk yet

I decided to write this to get Eddie Munson out of my head, hopefully. I haven't been able to function as a normal human being for a week now. No thoughts, just scenarios with Eddie on repeat. 

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"Hi! Ms.O'Donnell assigned me to tutor Maths for you-uh-Debbie?" Glancing at your sweaty palm mid-sentence because you are unbelievably bad with names, you announced. Burst into the room, check. Talk to Debbie, fuck, you have to identify her first. Oh shit, this is it. You already started the conversation. There is no going back now. What if Debbie is not in the club today?? But Debbie is a girl's name, and there's only one girl in this room so that’s still alright. There was a burst of sudden laughter right after you finished the sentence. What the hell is going on, why are they all laughing? Did you pronounce something wrong? Is she not Debbie?? Fuck. This is so scary. And what in the world is this club doing in this bloodcurdling room??  "Lady Applejack, perhaps you got too carried away with all this D&D. Is your new persona named Debbie? I thought you know better than to come up with this awful name." A voice boomed from behind the screen with a little chuckle. Fuck, you almost squealed. Didn’t know there was a person there. Your heart is pumping the blood so fast, the gushing sound almost drowns every other noise." And I thought you freak knew better than to assume I am bad at something." The girl in front of you retorted. Oh no. Did you cause a commotion? What is going on? If she is not Debbie then who is Debbie?? "There ain't no Debbie in this room. Are you mistaking something?" she asked, looking back at you. "I...I'm pretty sure I come to the right place." You hesitantly read out the smudged scribble on your hand. Thank god for the script. "...Debbie Munson, Hellfire club?" Followed suit by another laughter, even louder than the first time. Fuck, you wished the ground would just swallow you. This is so not worth it! Just for some extra points and to be in Ms. O'Donnel's grace. And what is so fucking funny?? "Debbie Munson! Debbie the freak Munson!!!" A boy roared while rolling on the floor from all that laughing. "Hey, hey, tone it down, tone it down, boys." The voice belonged to the man who suddenly emerged from behind the screen. Thank god, I’m saved. "Do you seriously don't know Eddie The Freak Munson?" The boy who was still on the floor quipped. You panicked. What??? Eddie??Freak?? What have you gotten yourself into? That kinda explains the sketchy room and suspicious club name.Wait..is this a cult?? "I-I haven't been familiar with Hawking's customs yet. I-is this something I'm supposed to be a-aware of?" you spluttered. "DUDE!" "Dustin, you are going to scare her off!" The man finally walked out to greet you. "Told you! This is my year! They are already sending me my cleric! Oh, dear cleric, please heal me from all the damage Calculus has done to me." The man who you think is Eddie said while feigning a heart attack. You flinched with widened eyes from the sudden actions. You are going to be so dead by the end of the day. It’s either from your own anxiousness or these scary people sacrificing you to satan. And what is a cleric? Why are you the cleric? What the hell are they talking about? "Talking about scaring her off." scoffed a taller kid. You gained back your composure, which you have little to none since the beginning. Think y/n, think. What should you do next, if you don’t want to be dead?

[dom--minnie]

Three’s a Party

Summary: There aren’t supposed to be secrets in relationships. Unfortunately, Felix currently has three. One is let out with no problem. The second creates complications no one could have foreseen. The third, unknown to him, he isn’t the only one that holds the same secret.

Word count: 9.3k

Genre: fluff, smut, angst

Content: non-idol au, established reader and felix, gender-neutral afab reader, felix is nervous, chan is a bit of a dummy, felix wears skirts, threesome, switch! reader, switch! felix, dom! chan, mutual pining, slight lack of communication, threesome arrangement with kink and safeword discussions included, daddy kink, piv, protected sex, unprotected sex, MxM intimacy, (slight) size kink, (slight) strength kink, hand kink, finger sucking, praise kink, pet names, creampie, slight voyeurism and exhibitionism, accidental confessions, polyamory negotiations

Taglist: @solistired @hyunsluvv​

a/n: I only technically lied about the release date. Yes, I said Saturday but I also said the 18th which is today for me still, so it’s fine! I hope I made the wait worth it for anyone interested and for everyone else, voila

Relationships aren't meant to have secrets. Felix technically has several but he keeps them under wraps. The most damning one... one that he would never reveal except under the direst of circumstances. The other ones are far less destructive but are arguably more embarrassing. 

You live in blissful ignorance of all of these, at least for now. Until Felix decides he should tell you something, considering how often he thinks about them. So one day you walk into your shared bedroom with Felix he's wearing a short, blue skirt. Your face is neither positive nor negative and Felix spins, skirt flaring, staring downwards still. 

"And what's the occasion here, darling?" You question. 

Felix makes a confused noise in his throat and looks up to you just a little more. 

"Why have I received such a beautiful gift today? You look amazing, Fe."

Felix leans forward to kiss your nose and giggles when your hands roam under the skirt and squeeze his cheeks. 

"I've wanted to wear a skirt in the bedroom for a while, but wasn't really sure how you'd react." 

"Awwww baby, never be worried about anything like this. I might be confused but I love you so I'll never react badly."

Your comforting words are genuine and Felix wonders how far they truly reach. Would you say the same if he wanted to have a threesome with one of his closest friends? Or said he had a crush on, was practically halfway in love with, said friend? It's not what tonight is about and the thoughts fade when your lips connect.

You're so, so gentle with him and Felix sinks into you. Felix's wandering hands spur your own and suddenly it's like you're horny teenagers again that can't get enough of each other. Your hand slips back under the skirt and the easy access is fun, especially if he plans to wear nothing under it like he is now. Easy access to start jerking him off, and you happily do so, keeping your mouth pressed against his. 

Even with the anxiety Felix must have been imagining a number of situations with how hard he is in your hand. A sigh leaves his mouth as he rests his head on your shoulder. With one bite in your neck and only one sentence all of the power in the situation flows back to him. 

"I want you to sit on my face and then ride me, doll."

Any stress you may have had is gone after that.

Similar situations happen several more times over the next few months. Felix either has a skirt on and is obviously wearing nothing under it. Or he changes into a skirt with nothing under it when it’s clear you’re going farther tonight. Each time you’re caught a little off guard by how truly pretty he is. Lee Felix is sunshine, rainbows, and starlight of course but it’s like the skirt gives him a little extra confidence to shine brighter for you. 

So one hurdle down, only two more to go, great. Felix has never been so glad to have incognito mode with the number of phrases he googles related to 'how to bring up wanting a threesome with your significant other.' 

It's honestly not that useful, as the so-called advice was generic things he could've gotten from anyone. 'Trust them and they'll trust you' or 'do it with someone you both trust' like thanks he knows all of this already. 

Your next take-out dinner and movie night brings some strange behaviour from Felix. He's quiet where normally he'd be commenting on these extraordinarily stupid characters. When one of them completely ignores the obvious thing and Felix doesn't react in the slightest you know he's not paying attention at all. 

He certainly pays attention when you stop the movie and straddle his lap. Your hands cup his face and your forehead rests on his while your eyes meet. 

"What's on your mind, Pixie? Don't try to avoid it either, I know." 

Your gentle compassion almost makes Felix want to spill everything. It all bubbles up to the tip of his tongue but then he thinks of the possible disgust or heartbreak and pushes most of it back down. 

"You know how you said I don't have to be uncomfortable bringing up anything about... bedroom life?" 

You giggle at the euphemism and how adorably shy Felix gets about it when not in the act. Regardless, a hum of assent vibrates your throat. 

"I've been thinking about having a threesome." He blurts then squeezes his eyes shut, not allowing your reaction to reach his eyes. 

The small boop your finger leaves on his nose leads him to open his eyes. Nothing about your expression is negative and you look at him as fondly as ever.

"Do you-"

"Chan." 

A bright, fond laugh bubbles over your lips. 

"Sorry love, you just answered so quickly. Sure, we both trust him. We can talk to him about it and... arrange a day." 

Arrange sounds more formal than you intend but that's what it is. With the weight off of his mind, Felix is able to make fun of the new characters not seeing the plot right in front of them.

Chan knows this is a bad idea, he even cares that it's a bad idea, and yet he agrees. Backing out at any time is always an option, neither of you will be mad. It doesn't matter because he won't. Even if it hurts he will take the one chance he may ever get to screw around with both of his crushes. 

There was no pretense of a normal hangout. You texted Chan that you wanted to talk about something. When you all sit down Felix ends up doing the talking about it since it was his idea in the first place. You both want to have a threesome with him. 

It takes all of Chan's willpower not to coo at the blush that spreads across Felix’s face and ears. Also, a significant amount of brainpower to agree with the right amount of excitement. Not too little that you think he's unsure or doesn't want it wholeheartedly. But not too much that you are suspicious about any underlying feelings or motives he could have. 

Really, you're just thinking about your boyfriend and how cute he is. Not anything against Chan but you love Felix with every cell in your body and it pours out of you often. He can see it from a mile away and doesn’t mind because he’d love to be doing the same thing. Looking at Felix with all the fondness in the world that lets each side know that everything’s going to be ok. But alas, a threesome will have to do for now. Or forever, honestly. 

Then the fun part of it comes: interests. What does Chan have that he likes to do, and would like to do with you. Vice versa, what are you comfortable with and want to do with a sudden, if trusted, third-person present. 

"I'm wearing a skirt," Felix says. 

You smile at how easily he's able to say it, a stark contrast to before. You know that it will give the same confidence on the day of all of this as well. Surprise flits over Chan’s face but he just nods and doesn’t say anything more. 

"I want to dominate both of you." Chan brings it up first, any type of power play and dynamics. 

You and Felix look at each other then back at him and both nod excitedly. Chan already has strong leadership qualities, especially around all of the boys so really this makes sense. It will be very attractive for him to be giving you full orders and expecting them to be followed. Even thinking about it makes your brain work overtime and you have to physically shake yourself out of it.

"Felix and I… we'll just see how it works out. But we’ll both listen to you, for sure. Sound good?" 

You have to check with Chan if he's going to be in charge of both of you. A quick look between both of you and then he nods. 

A moment goes by and you look at Felix with a smirk on your face. He frantically shakes his head before you turn back to a visibly confused Chan. 

"Felix over here has a strength kink. Wants someone to manhandle him a bit." You drawl and Felix doesn't even mock tackle you. 

"Yeah, well you have a size kink! Wanting someone to look down at you and hands fitting around your limbs."

Felix sticks his tongue out at you as you feel your cheeks heat up to the temperature of the sun. Perhaps Chan fits you better than first anticipated. Strength and size in one, not to mention some other interests he slots right into. 

"Any kinks you both have and aren't about to expose to me?"

You and Felix easily speak in unison.

"Praise and hands."

The moment you say that Chan reaches his hands out and lays them vertically so you can see the incredibly veiny backs. Imagining those fingers in any of your wet holes has you readjusting your legs and you can hear Felix do the same next to you.

Felix clears his throat in an obvious attempt to quickly move along from that. 

"Anything you have in mind, Channie?"

The nickname is affectionate and if you didn't know better you'd think the tips of Chan's ears are flushed under his curls. 

"Praise for me is good, no matter who’s giving or receiving it. I like nicknames or pet names, titles as well."

When it becomes clear Chan isn't elaborating you both lean forward in a clear gesture for him to continue. 

"Ok. Baby, bunny, angel, beautiful. For myself? I dunno, choose some. Particular titles especially." 

You all have flushed cheeks as this is becoming a reality, hearing Chan say these things out loud. Hopefully, you'll both be saying some of them as well. One title sticks in your mind and you’ll just have to test whether he’s into that or not. 

"Safewords." You state and both men nod. "We use the colour system generally. Green, yellow, red.”

"Sure," Chan easily agrees. It only slightly surprises you that he knows, and has probably used that exact safeword system before. 

You lean forward to rest your cheek on your palm. 

"I mean... I think that's everything? We can have a phone call or hangout if there's anything else."

Okay but... when? When are we gonna do this?" Felix points out.

It had gotten lost in actually arranging but the goal of this was actually enacting it all so that fact was a bit important. 

"Like 2 weeks from now?" Chan says. 

You consider it, a fair amount of time to go but not too far either. Enough time to mentally prepare but not to freak out fully and leave the country. You look at Chan then Felix who voices his agreement. 

"Alright then, Saturday in 2 weeks. Come over for dinner, Chan. We can ease into it that way."

You stand and Felix follows. Heading to the door you both give Chan a hug, Felix longer and tighter than yours as usual. 

You step out and turn around to face Chan again. 

"See you later, daddy." You wink.

Felix purposefully makes his voice lower and repeats the playful words. It's obvious he tries to hide it but Chan shivers at Felix's voice. You only knew to look because he has the same effect on you.

The two weeks pass entirely as normal. A couple hangouts with various groups of the guys and knowledge of the future threesome doesn't invade your mind. The day before you thought Felix would be visibly stressed already but he seems entirely fine. 

He seems fine to you, but Felix is good at hiding his emotions if need be. And he is freaking the fuck out. There came some point where it really settled in that this was a plan, it was happening, and it was going to be tomorrow. From that point on it had hardly left his head. Hiding his feelings while fucking around with the man? Is that even possible for a Lee Felix? It doesn’t really matter because it’s already happening, so really something is going to happen and he is determined not to ruin it. 

To calm himself down there’s a number of things he can do, yet he chooses the one that wouldn’t make sense to most people. Calling his best friend, the slight hyperactive squirrel man, Han Jisung. Jisung is adept at the two things that can bring Felix out of almost any type of nervous state, whether with genuine comfort, or with chaotic distraction. 

Yet when he calls, Jisung seems to know something is different. 

“Soooooo, what is up my dude? How have you been?” Jisung sings.

“Ah, just a bit nervous for no reason and I know you’re not doing anything.”

Jisung is silent for a couple moments longer than the normal, puzzling. 

“You sure it’s nothing? You’ve been…. extra. The past week, especially.”

Felix goes over the last times they’ve hung out together, especially as a group of 9. There’s nothing out of the ordinary that he thinks Jisung may count as ‘extra’, whatever that even means. 

“Extra what, Ji? What are you even talking about?” Felix laughs, assuming Jisung will too and they can just move on. 

“You’ve been staring at Chan like way more than usual, dude. I thought it was ridiculous before, but now… he’s either denser than a brick or ignores it.”

Felix’s mouth drops open and he’s silent for nearly half a minute. Other people have noticed how often he stares at Chan? Jisung noticed how much he stares at Chan? This is an entire disaster. And if Chan ignores his stares, then what does that mean. Actually, no, if he goes too far down that route then he’s going to chicken out of all of your plans and he wouldn’t dare ruin it. 

“Are you the only one who noticed?” Felix asks hesitantly, mouthing please in hopes that if someone else has noticed as well, that it’ll just go away.

“No… Jeongin and Seungmin are wayyyyy too observant for that, the little demons. Minho, too. I haven’t heard from the others but if I’ve noticed then…” Jisung trails off. He’s not the least observant in the group. That title goes to Felix and Chan themselves. But he and everyone else would put him low on the list, so if he knows then almost everyone else probably does too. Well, shit.

“I’ll only tell you if you promise with your whole heart not to tell anyone else.” 

Felix’s heart is pounding and it thrums loudly in his ears. Is he really about to tell someone else about this? Jisung, no less. 

“I’m concerned but yeah, of course. Unless it’s a crime.”

Felix forces out a laugh, and he knows Jisung can tell but neither of them comment on it.

“So… maybe I have a bit of crush on Chan. It’s fine, it’ll go away eventually and I can just move on, but for now. I have crush feelings.”

Jisung is silent and Felix has to check if he hung up at some point.

“So you stare at your ‘just crush’ like he put the moon up himself? Not believing that or a second. But I understand now, so whatever. You gonna tell them or…?” 

Felix lets out a real laugh this time, then scoffs like Jisung’s proposed robbing a bank tomorrow. 

“And have them break up with me? No thanks, I’ll just live with it.”

This time its Jisung scoffing so hard his throat will be sore.

“You’re an idiot. If they love you, and we both know they do, then it’ll be fine. Be honest about your feelings, it’ll only make you stronger.”

Felix considers it, turning the idea over in his mind. Inevitably, his mind turns to your possible reactions. His dreams come first, the ones where you somehow like Chan as well and Chan likes you both. Or the ones where you’re ok with it. Or any of the ones where Chan even likes him back. But of course, the more likely reality. Where you’re uncomfortable or disgusted. Or want to… nope. 

“I’ll think about it. Thanks Ji.”

“Sure man, anytime. Popcorns going so I’m gonna dip. Good luck.”

Felix is left in the silence of the bedroom to ponder. They both know he won’t do it but the wonderful fantasies make it seem possible. Some wonderful fantasies can come true, somehow.

The stress explodes in the morning. Felix is out of bed when you wake up and when you exit the apartment is practically sparkling. From top to bottom, you’d believe this house had never been lived in if your pictures and souvenirs weren’t everywhere. There's also a wonderful cookie smell coming from the kitchen, and it draws you in. Whenever Felix bakes it floods through your apartment and makes it seem like a home. Cheesy, yes, but it’s really what he does to you. 

Felix's back is to you when you come in the kitchen and you wrap your arms around his stomach. He lets out a small squeak of surprise before giggling, face lighting up at you being awake finally. 

"You do know Chan's been here before right? You didn't have to do this."

Felix sighs and turns to face you, leaving a kiss on your forehead. 

"I know I didn't have to. I'm just nervous and all this kept my mind off of it for a bit."

You coo at your adorable boyfriend and peck his pink, pouting lips. 

"No matter what happens he's just Chan. You're still you, I'm still me. It'll be ok, Fe." 

The sigh Felix lets out has a different meaning to you both. You assume it's clearing his mind and re-centreing himself. Really it’s thoughts of how, at the end of the day Chan is never just Chan for him, but this is reality and not his ideal world. He doesn’t get to have two attractive partners to come home to every day. The timer goes off behind him and the reminder makes the smell of cookies flood your nose and mind again. 

"Join me on the couch when you're done, baby. I'm gonna work on some stuff for a bit." 

The reminder of cookies existing every timer goes off is delightful, and really the only reason timers should exist ever. Most of the way through the batter, Felix dances into the living room and feeds you one, delightful as always. He’s beautiful like this. The lingering stress showing on his face from the morning is entirely gone. The blinds are finally open for a reason and sunlight reflects off your sunshine.

The day passes easily once it begins and Felix is done practically vibrating out of his skin. In the early afternoon, he even falls asleep with his head in your lap for a while. Looking at him is like looking at a sleeping kitten, curled up and peaceful. 

It gets later, a bit darker and you pull up the recipe on your laptop. The kitchen barely fits 2 people but you and Felix work well enough together that there are few problems. It’s nice to just… coexist with someone else so peacefully and naturally. The door rings and you and Felix glance at each other, for just a bit too long before he patters away. 

They both pop their heads around the corner and Chan joins you both, squishing the kitchen space even more. He gives you both soft kisses on your foreheads, smiling and greeting you quietly. As soon as he does you and Felix look at each other and nod, kissing his cheeks at the same time. His cheeks flare bright red and his eyes widen but he quickly recovers. Expression settling and laughing, even if his ears and cheeks don’t stop burning for quite a while. Then you notice the box, probably a dessert that you won't be getting to tonight. Or… you will get to dessert technically, it just won’t be any of the typical sugar. 

It proceeds normally, you may even forget what your plans are for a minute. But as plates start getting emptier Felix is the first to tense up. Chan follows soon after but you manage to stay the calmest, at least on the outside. 

Chan puts his hand on your knee first and you stand. Suddenly, Felix's grasp comes from your other side and tugs you towards him. He looks so… innocent that you just can't help but tangle your fingers together. At the same time, he tilts his head up towards you, waiting for a kiss. Your hands tangle in his hair and press your lips against his. 

You both turn to Chan after and he's sitting up, completely straight and still. You round the table and he puts his hand on your hip. It doesn't escape your notice about how much of you it covers and you resist looking down to see it. 

"Can we kiss you?" You ask, breath fanning across his lips. 

He should say no. Say no, say no, saynosaynosay- 

"Yes." He says with false ease. 

You lean in and he lets you lead it, simply resting his hands on you. Felix comes up behind you and rests his head on your shoulder, watching. 

Chan briefly bites your bottom lip but you pull away before too much happens in the kitchen. Before you can move Felix switches places with you and throws his weight against Chan. It's like he was prepared and his hands go around Felix's back. You take a good long look at them before playing with Felix's hair and taking your own turn to watch them. 

"We should go to your bedroom." Chan pants out, eyes blown wide when he opens them. 

"You heard him, baby boy. Follow him." 

You giggle when Felix whines at the pet name. 

"You're our baby boy tonight, aren't you?" You tease. 

Chan feels something flare inside of him when you use such possessive words, especially "our" anything. In any other situation, he knows it would be "your" and it kills him. He wants so much more, but he cannot either of you entirely in the way he wants so much. It's not a controlling type, simply a statement. Felix is yours as you are his, and neither of you are Chan's. 

The moment you reach the room the door is closed and you are pinned onto it. You watch Felix disappear to change but Chan makes sure your attention is back to him quickly. He kisses you again, but harder this time. 

Felix feels like this is a dream. Maybe he's finally achieved lucid dreaming. Because he's standing in the bathroom changing his skirt and about to have a threesome with his significant other and best friend/crush. That can't be real. So he's ready to wake up and tell you about the totally wild dream he had. But not the feelings, because those are still very real. 

He never wakes up. Instead, he pulls the skirt on and walks out to see you pinned against the door and Chan nipping at your neck. 

When Felix appears your attention is immediately split between them. It goes back to Chan pretty quickly when he starts whispering in your ear. 

"I certainly know what I want to do. First, I'll watch the 2 pretty kittens in front of me for a while. A pretty picture being painted right in front of me. I'll keep the rest to myself for now. Go kiss your pretty boyfriend and give me a show, alright sweetheart?" 

He backs away slowly and you go to Felix, whispering in his ear as well. 

"He's going to watch and wants a good show from us first. So let's give him one, huh?" 

Felix throws his arms over your shoulders and nods. Before you can tug him in he looks at Chan who nods as well before pulling out your desk chair. 

Your kiss with Felix is already heated and messy, the extra thoughts of an audience and pleasing that audience in mind. It moves faster than you normally would when in the bedroom. Though the tension of the whole day, and especially of the dinner may be enough to make up for that. 

Your hands roam furiously around each other and each time your lips break apart you each let out a gasp before diving back in. Felix starts walking you towards the bed with slow steps and flips it around so you fall onto his lap. Before he can do anything you fall to the ground on your knees. 

When you flip up his skirt and see nothing underneath you can hear Chan groan from his spot. Immediately you sink your mouth down, gagging just slightly as he hits the back of your mouth. Taking a second to breathe, you look up at Felix who already has his eyes closed. When you stop his eyes flutter back open and his hands go to your hair, resting there with no intention of pulling. You bob your head slowly, not taking him all the way in every time. A couple times you try to glance at Chan in the corner but he’s moved farther than what you can see. So, your attention is focused on Felix who’s very entertaining and responsive on his own. 

It starts as low moans that tell you he’s feeling good but you’re already looking for the high whines that you know he gives out. You hollow your cheeks and swirl your tongue in that way you know he likes, and the low groans turn into higher moans. They’re quieter than normal and you can tell he’s holding back, which is understandable, but you want him to let go. 

Your head gradually bobs faster and faster, with Felix’s moans getting higher and more frequent. With one particularly deep dip, he hits your throat and a loud whine breaks free. You do it again and again, letting Felix lose control. His hands twist in your hair, still not enough to cause any pain to you, but his hips stay still to let you set the pace. You know Felix is close and you both want it and are both ready to receive it, even so early in the night.

“No, no, little one. He’s not cumming yet.” Chan suddenly speaks, tone firm. 

Felix whines and you make a disappointed noise and slow down, not giving him enough of anything anymore. 

Felix pushes you off of him with a shuddering breath and a poorly concealed whine. After a moment of confusion, you switch places with him. He’s on his knees and starts peeling off your pants, with the noises of Chan shifting in the background. With every inch of skin that is revealed under your pants, he makes sure to kiss it, all the way down to your ankles. He pulls down your underwear after, with less reverence and more impatience this time. 

Before he can dive in, as he so clearly wishes to, Chan clears his throat across the room. 

“Felix.” Said man perks up and turns towards Chan, eager to please. “Turn them towards me and let me have a look, won’t you baby?” 

You obediently don’t move and let Felix turn your body, spreading your legs as well. Even without looking down, you know that you’re soaked already. Chan’s groan confirms it and you shift impatiently. Felix waits though, until Chan nods, before turning you back and getting his mouth on you. 

All things considered, he’s gentle but the build-up and tension makes each bit of pleasure like a shot of electricity through your body. He licks eagerly, tasting you and making you twitch. Your hands go his hair less nicely than his did before. You tug at the strands, which only makes him moan into you which makes your hips buck into his mouth. Each small sound from Chan makes you want to see and feel him but you wait, indulging in Felix as is. 

Felix knows exactly how you want it and with every minute that passes your whines get louder and with each flick of his tongue your brain gets fuzzier. Chan is taking a relatively hands-off approach for now but even with his seemingly infinite patience, he must want more. It’s hard to focus on that when Felix is eagerly slurping at your wetness and making you want to ride his face. You test the waters by rolling your hips once, twice, three times. When neither man stops you, you roll them incessantly. 

With no prior experience, Chan somehow seems to know exactly when to stop you from getting too close.

“Felix, stop.”

Felix eagerly obeys, and you whine loudly in disappointment. One look from Chan cuts you off and you resolve to not protest again when he finally walks over. He stands above both of you but looks down with fondness and not scorn. 

“How should we do this, pretty pets?” 

You don’t even look at Felix before boldly speaking to him, knowing it was mostly a rhetorical question.

“Fuck me! Please?” Your sudden boldness is tempered by the way that Chan looks at you and you dip your head down.

Felix visibly brightens once his fuzzy brain puzzles out that he’ll probably get to be back in your mouth. He’s the first one onto the bed and you follow, Chan coming up behind you. Your kiss with Felix is interrupted by Chan tugging your shirt over your head and shoulders. He pulls it off and you turn around to pull his own clothes off, bringing Felix over as well. 

Chan laughs when you both eagerly tug at his own clothes, trying to pull everything off at once.

“Slow down little ones. You’ll get it all soon.” 

You and Felix stop and stare when his shirt comes off and you are suddenly very aware of him. It isn’t that Chan hides how muscular he is, just that you didn’t pay too much attention to it before. Now, you’re certainly paying a lot of attention. It’s broken when Chan goes to Felix’s shirt and you’re as excited as usual to reveal what’s underneath. 

Just the sight of them alone nearly has you drooling and your hands run over their bodies at the same time, hardly believing they’re both in front of you. There’s hardly a chance to admire them as they both want to see you as well and pull your shirt up, one hand on either side. 

Chan’s hands get on you and dip lower, lower and all the way down to between your thighs. You shiver and watch his face, waiting for his next move. Felix’s hands go up, to your nipples. His warm hands on you makes you shiver but still, you watch Chan who just is not moving. It makes you want to whine and beg but you know, almost for sure, that he’d disapprove. So you wait. The light touches on your nipples makes you whimper and moan occasionally and Chan watches you. 

With a slowness that makes you want to scream, he pushes one finger inside. Even the barest feeling of being full makes you shudder and sigh in relief. After a few thrusts of his fingers where he meets no resistance, he pushes a second one in. You make a high noise in your throat and lean back against Felix’s chest, who takes the easy opportunity to kiss along your neck and shoulder. 

The sensitivity of being so close from Felix’s mouth is still there and it has you moaning louder than you normally would. One of your hands reaches out and grabs Chan’s hand that is laying on his thigh. He doesn’t stop you so you bring it to your mouth and suck on two of his fingers. Felix lifts his head and groans at the sight, Chan’s pretty hands in your beautiful mouth. 

Both men seem to thoroughly enjoy just playing with and teasing you, and it feels so good that you honestly don’t want them to stop. But you’re also craving so much more. With reluctance, you pull Chan’s fingers out of your mouth and whine at him.

“Daddy, please!” 

He raises an eyebrow at your insistent tone and pushes another finger into you. It makes your head fall back onto Felix’s shoulder but also increases the need of being filled by Chan right now. 

“No~ need you to fill me up, please.”

He slams his fingers into you, hard and deep and it makes you gasp. 

“Do these fingers not fill you enough? They just aren’t good enough for you.”

Felix behind you huffs then laughs, clearly caught between finding Chan’s teasing amusing or exasperating on your behalf. 

“Don’t make me say it! You know what I want.”

Felix finally starts sucking marks on your shoulder and it makes you sigh happily, a good distraction for just a moment before Chan speaks again. 

“I wanna hear you say it, sweetheart. I want to hear you beg.”

Chan’s tone makes even Felix gasp, his mouth disconnecting from you and a sudden, hot breath caressing your sensitive skin. You shiver from the many sensations on your body and the sudden addition of his clear order. 

“Want… want your dick, please. Daddy, fuck me!” 

After you’re done speaking Chan puts his fingers back in your mouth, letting you suck on them contentedly. If you’re going to get what you want you have to leave what you have and Chan pulls all of his fingers out of you at once. You know better than to whine so you hold it back, but your eyes screw shut in displeasure. 

“All fours, doll. Come on now.” Chan coaxes, and Felix also sighs when he has to disconnect from you. Chan takes that time to get a condom, and when he turns he just admires you and Felix on the bed. A perfect picture, but one that he’s also involved in tonight. 

You get on your hands and knees then just wait for them to touch you again. Felix knows he’s still a bit sensitive and waits for Chan to start. Chan with infinite patience that is now absolutely killing you. His hands are feeling you up, down your ass and thighs and back up again. When he notices how obviously impatient you both are he finally lines himself up with your entrance and pushes in. 

It makes you sigh. The opening of your mouth prompts you to look up at Felix who smiles down at you. You push your neck out, wanting him in your mouth and he pets your head. His fingers lift your chin and make you look up at him again.

“Be good for us, baby. Make us feel good.”

You eagerly nod and he finally moves closer. Once the tip of his dick is in your mouth, you start swirling your tongue around it. The moment he thrusts in you open your mouth wider and let him use it. It doesn’t take Chan and Felix long, as close and in sync as they are, to set a rhythm where when one of them pushes in the other pulls out. Chan’s thrusts push you towards Felix so much that his cock is nearly always in your mouth fully. 

At some point, you can feel the drool starting to drip down your chin and Felix coos while he wipes it away. 

“So messy, baby! Drooling all down my cock.” 

All you can do is hum in agreement and hope he hears it. Being absolutely ruined with him in your mouth is always a fun experience and having Chan behind you improves it quite a lot. Speaking of Chan. His hand has come around and two of his fingers are feverishly rubbing your clit. It makes the long-awaited pressure build-up and he groans when you clench around him. 

“Such pretty pets in front of me. Wet holes dripping down our dicks and making everybody messy. You just can’t hold it in, can you little one? That’s ok, we know you’re enjoying it.”

Chan’s voice is raspy when he speaks and it bolsters your confidence to know how good he’s feeling, too. It’s not as if you can say or do much about it. Especially not when you can feel an orgasm building and he thrusts so hard to make you dizzy. 

Felix broke back into high whines a minute or two ago. When he speaks, it’s strained and he can barely get more than a few words out at a time if he can think them at all.

“Gonna cum. I want you to- to swallow it. Holy fucking shit, your mouth is so good, honey.”

You open your eyes, when did they even close, to look up at Felix. Attempting to get across how good he feels and how badly you want it. His chest rises and falls with quick, harsh breaths. Chan is so good behind you, rubbing your clit in small circles and long length filling you up better than you dared to hope. Your own peak is building but can barely focus on that for now, no matter how badly you want to. 

Felix hits your throat once then twice more and with a small cry and jerk of his hips he cums. His whole body quivers and trembles as his seed shoots down your throat. You cough on it for a moment but swallow it down. The convulsion of your mouth projects a high-pitched whine from his own. 

The moment Felix leans back, and your mouth is still left open, Chan drives into you roughly. A noise of surprise that you barely recognize comes from you before you start moaning, feeling your own high so presently. With Felix no longer in front of you, Chan holds your hips and pulls you back, slapping against your skin even louder every time he thrusts in. The continued stimulation on your clit is almost overwhelming in its intensity. 

Felix can see the grunts and groans leaving Chan’s mouth but can’t hear them due to your own keening moans. To everyone’s surprise, Chan cums before you do but doesn’t dare stop or slow down his pace, even when it overstimulates him. The movements of his hips are less fluid but it doesn’t make you feel any less pleasure. With each thrust, he had learned to hit nearly any spot you needed him to. 

He’s left panting but is rewarded when you let out a gasp and something that sounded like ‘gonna cum’. Your whole body shivers when it washes over you and even still Chan thrusts which makes shake that much more intense. Eventually, he stops when it becomes far less pleasurable for himself, he has a limit, but still rubs circles on your clit. A distraction shows in the way of Felix who climbs onto his lap. The relief and pleasure are still coursing through you and you flop to your side, curling your legs up and inwards. You watch them kiss through blurry eyes and how Felix submits to him so readily. 

“Lixie~ one more? Inside?” You pout. 

Chan coos and runs a thumb over your puffed-out bottom lip. It’s always a bit of extra fun when you let Felix cum inside. It’s a bit messy which neither of you really wants to deal with afterwards. Tonight’s special so why not add an extra little bit of a reward for him? 

Felix turns to you and gasps. When you don’t laugh it off, he moves in front of you.

“Can you ride me? If you’re not too tired, I mean, of course.” 

The way he nearly spits out the words, like they just can’t come out fast enough is adorable. You prop yourself up on your hands and look at Chan over his shoulder, with wide eyes just barely seen by him.

“Go ahead, pets. I’ll join the show again in a bit.” 

You giggle and nearly tackle Felix down by his shoulders. His hands go to your hips out of instinct but you sit on one of his thighs first. Sitting on his thigh, you nearly want to grind and ride on it, looking at Chan’s thighs makes you fully pout again. Those are some good thick ones that you’d love to sit on. Felix chuckles when sees what you’re staring at but tugs you forward by the hips to try and get you moving. 

You make a noise of recognition and easily sit down fully on his dick. The familiar fullness makes you let out a small mewl. 

“Does he feel good, kitty?” 

“Mmh, yes. Really good, daddy.” Your voice is breathy, different from the fully voiced moans from when Chan was railing you before. 

“Ride him then, doll.” 

The order that you were actually waiting for comes and you bounce, slowly. Chan is intending to let you go at your own pace but when a fair amount of time passes, with a fair few whiny moans from Felix, he tsks. 

“You can do better than that. Faster, harder. Make him feel good.”

You place both palms flat on Felix's chest and spread your fingers wide. Your thighs flex as you ride him and the slide makes you gasp. After you’ve set a steady pace for yourself you take your hand to your clit, starting a bit slowly but going quicker as the stimulation doesn’t quite satisfy you as you need it to. Felix watches you, enraptured. You try to look back whenever your eyes are open but it’s overwhelming and they swiftly screw shut again. 

Felix is back to his low groans that you can nearly feel and it’s nearly unbearably unattractive. Chan thinks the same if the small noises he, unintentionally, lets out are any indication. He tries to mumble praises to you but more often it’s Chan who takes the lead. 

“Such pretty little babies, putting on a good show. Only for daddy to see.” “You both look so cute and small. I’d be able to ruin you both so easily.” 

His words and encouragement make you clench and Felix jerks his hips up into you more than once as well. It’s good and you want to keep going but soon your thighs are a bit sore and tired and you begin to slow down again, whining in disappointment. 

“Looks like kitty can’t quite keep up anymore. Why don’t you do it instead, Lix?” 

The familiar nickname used in such a different context makes Felix suck in a sharp breath and his eyes widen. He’d really like to get used to that but as it is he holds your hips and starts pumping. Felix just manages to hit different spots inside of you when he does it himself and he has you moaning loudly within a minute. 

When you look back over at Chan he’s jerking himself off in time with Felix’s movements. He’s not sitting close enough for either of you to reach but his eyes flick all over both of you, taking it all in. Looking down at Felix, his eyes are completely closed but his mouth is open to let you hear his low moans. They get a bit louder and you can tell he’s getting close so you turn on the begging.

“Lixie, baby. Cum inside me, please. Want you to make it all messy and I wanna see it drip out.”

Felix grunts and starts cursing under his breath. In less than two minutes he spills inside you and the warm spurts of cum fill you up more. Your breath is heavy as you get closer again yourself. Chan finally joins you again, fingers replacing yours. Felix still jerks his hips into you as much as he can, but he’s too sensitive for too much of it. Still, Chan’s hand just works and you roll your hips into his hand to feel more. He barely has to do anything honestly. Still jerking himself off with the other hand you can tell he’s holding back by how tight his voice is.

“Use Lix and my hand to get yourself off, kitten. I’ll do it with you, too.”

Your mouth falls open and a long, loud moan comes out. Your second orgasm feels like an overflow of the senses, so much so that you barely even notice Chan spilling over yours and Felix’s legs. You come down with a shiver and your legs and fingers are left with the most shakiness. 

“Up, sweetheart. We wanna see it drip.” 

Felix’s voice is low and rough but not stern. You nod and slip off of him, laying down and letting them both see. It’s nothing you can see yourself but from both of their low noises, it’s very appreciated.

You’re all left panting, sweaty, and shaky. You stay on your back and throw your legs on top of Felix’s. Chan stands and shuffles off to find towels for you all first. It makes you recognize that you need water and you grumble and sigh before standing. Felix hears you and jumps up to get you on his back. Just as you get onto Felix’s back, Chan returns.

“Why don’t we dry ourselves off first, okay cuties?” 

You both sit back on the bed and look up at Chan with wide eyes. He continues to take care of you both as best he can and it makes you even sleepier, eyes drooping occasionally. Felix keeps you awake with small jabs and pokes. Everything you all need is done and Chan has agreed to stay for the night. All the buses have stopped, Ubers seem sketchy, and any other arguments he may have are shot down. As well as the argument for him just sleeping on the couch. Felix wiggles himself in the middle and shoots a firm ‘cuddle me’ at Chan before snuggling happily down and going to sleep.

You and Chan share small glances of bewilderment before settling in as well. It’s hesitant but you can feel how Chan eventually moves in, centimetres at a time, to do something that could be considered as cuddling Felix, if you really want to stretch it. The bed is full but instead of feeling crowded you feel comforted, knowing two of your favourite people are the ones there with you.

Chan wakes first but doesn't move in a way that would indicate he's in anything but deep sleep. Once he's sure neither of you are awake he sits up and gazes at both peaceful, sleeping faces in front of him. You're both beautiful in the throes of passion but there is something about the peaceful light of day that pangs his heart differently. 

Surreptitiously, under the blankets you and Felix hold hands but lay with eyes closed as you feel Chan looking, observing. He takes a heavy breath in that makes you want to sit up and ask, comfort him, but something about the stillness in the air stops you. 

"Fuck," he curses lowly, but in a different way than the last night. "You're both so beautiful, I wish every morning could be like this." 

You stay quiet, even if thoughts race through your mind, but sensitive Felix gasps, no matter how hard he tries to muffle it. Chan leans back against the wall to create as much distance as possible. 

Felix sits up slowly and you follow a moment after. Chan lets out some nervous, forced chuckles. The confidence of yesterday has melted away, leaving the usual, shyer Chan sitting here instead. 

"Channie?" He shudders. "What did you mean by that?" 

He stutters and fumbles, trying not to lie but also keep feelings intact. Eventually, he just stops and freezes everything for a moment. Then before you can even think, he tries to leap off the large bed towards the door. Felix is fast and grabs one wrist while you rush to stand and grab the other to push him back down.

There is no fight, only an acceptance to sit back down. 

"Channie, please." Felix chokes out the words and when you look at him he's on the verge of tears. 

Why is unknown, but it's clear this is going to be a difficult conversation. 

Chan sighs and runs a hand through his hair, flipping his head to look at both of you. 

"I never thought this was going to happen, any of this. Last night, everything this morning. But whatever happens, don't let my words affect your relationship."

He looks at both of you separately to receive an agreement. 

"I really like you both, romantically. Maybe even love but I've tried to avoid the thoughts. For obvious reasons."

In the silence of anticipation, Felix's tears had dried on his eyes but now they sit, teetering on the edge of his eyelids.

"Lix. Are you ok? You look like you're about to burst." You speak gently to Felix because he looks like a terrified little animal. 

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I was never going to tell you." 

Your confusion only grows at his vague words and you can't see Chan from the way he's turned his head. 

"I understand if you wanna break up with me. I'd probably want to if the roles were reversed."

A gentle hand on his knee prompts Felix to raise his head and look at you.

"It's ok, love. I'm sure we can work this out. Just tell me the whole story first."

"Chan and I have been best friends for so long, years before I thought about dating anyone. He's seen all my highs and lows. Then you came and changed that a lot and we started dating. But still, somewhere along the way I... I developed feelings for him." 

Felix curls himself so small it seems impossible and leans away from both you and Chan. You sit in stunned shock and try to make sense of everything that just happened. When your eyes focus again Chan's eyes are flicking between you and Felix. Felix. 

You mentally curse and lunge towards him, embracing him in a tight hug. 

"Can you look at me, my love?" You coax gently. 

He sobs harder at the loving, familiar pet name coming from your mouth but obliges. Somehow still the prettiest man you may have ever seen, but that's not important.

"It's ok." You say simply. 

Felix looks at you in confusion, sobs still wracking his body periodically even as he tries to hold them back. 

"Your feelings for Chan, they're ok." 

You can hear the small, confused noise Chan makes from his spot behind you but mostly you hear the loud whimper of Felix in front of you. 

"What? Are you joking? How are you ok with knowing your boyfriend has a crush on someone else. His best friend, as well. One of the people you're both closest to. And you're ok with that?" 

The points Felix is making aren't completely out there. But there's something that flares up in your chest, something amazing, when Chan and Felix interact so tenderly. Their normal banter is what you expect but when it's quieter or later they get softer and so do you when looking at them. 

"I am. I like that you two have an incredible dynamic completely separate with me. Of course, I love talking to you both as well. I can't explain it, but it's there. So yes, it's ok." 

Felix launches himself onto your lap and buries his face in your chest. You focus on him, nuzzling your nose in his hair and rubbing his back. To the point where you almost get lost in your own world completely. Of course, almost is the key word. 

Chan watches in envy as you both drift off into a comfortable affection and closeness. There was just a whole confession but he can’t help but feel like he doesn’t fit perfectly, not yet anyways. He wants to hold you like that, or Felix, or both. Maybe later, not today. Today he needs to go home and let you have a day to yourselves. 

Chan is off the bed before you can even speak and you and Felix look at him, puzzled. 

"Haha, um, I just don't to y'know intrude on your morning routine or anything. You don't need to get up I'll just go, yeah. We can talk more another time." 

Your deadpan look to Chan somehow increases as he says 'intrude' and you're sure Felix has pulled out his sad kitty look. 

"Chan. Bang Chan. Christopher Bang. Sit down." You order.

Felix laughs when he follows your order, almost dazedly, and sits back down to fiddle with his hands. 

"Can I kiss you? For real this time." You ask, Felix moves off your lap in anticipation.

Chan looks up at you with his jaw hanging down. He nods then closes his mouth and clears his throat.

"Yes. Please." 

You're half on his lap with your arms around his neck before he pulls you in. After a dizzying minute or so you pull away. 

Felix would be mad you got to kiss Chan with feelings first if it wasn't so damn attractive. When neither of you moves he whines and does grabby hands in that general direction. 

You move out of the way and watch as Chan goes to Felix without hesitation. Chan is wider and could probably cover Felix up entirely from the right angle. They're so soft. Chan's hands are barely touching Felix's waist and Felix's hands are moving up Chan's arms and shoulders. They’re beautiful. Absolutely stunning. When they pull away from each other your hands go to rest on each of their shoulders’ and you level Chan with a stern look. 

“Just listen until I’m done. No interrupting. Just listen.”

He has the presence of mind to just look slightly sheepish and nod.

“Me and Felix have been dating for a while but that will make you no less of a valued or important member of this relationship. If we’re going to do this then we all need to communicate our feelings to each other. So, Chan. If we ever, ever, make you feel left out in any way, you need to tell one of us. That goes for all of us in any situation.” 

You sit back but Felix catches you and pulls you into his side. Chan follows his lead and moves in front of you, putting his long arms to use and hugging both of you. You all sit in peace and adoration for a bit before stomachs begin to grumble a bit. Chan is the first to disentangle himself and the look of disbelief that crosses his face all over again is almost comical. 

"You're... This is ok?" 

You giggle at his still present disbelief. Hesitantly, you reach one hand towards him and he grabs it and moves toward you. While still making eye contact he gingerly presses his lips to the top of Felix's head. 

"It's real, Channie. I promise." You giggle then whisper.

Chan pulls his hand back and looks at both of his palms in shock. You give him a few moments then he reaches his arms back around both of you as best he can and buries his face in Felix's shoulder. 

"Thank you." He mumbles. 

"Three's a party, not a crowd for us.” You reply, leaning on Felix as well.

Felix is the glue that binds you two together, and the one that got you here in the first place. For not the first time and not the last, you're happy to have met him. 

[bbbambam]

Imagine…you meeting the kamaboko squad for the first time♥️. (pt.2)

No.2 : Agatsuma Zenitsu

Pairing : Zenitsu x [fem] reader

Warnings : Some bad/curse words,but they were very low-I promised.It’s just for entertainment ok?And some slicing the demon’s head (If you do count that as violence.)

Note. This poor bby…I love him😂💗✨

Synopsis : What would you do?If you find someone,crying in the middle of the path you’re walking through…Will you help him?Or will you at least ask him if he’s ok?We’ll see… •~•

You’re,like I said before-walking through a pathway in a small town…And you might question,why would you go there?Well,the answer is simple-You’re a demon slayer!✨You’ve been told by your crow that there’s demon that will appeared every night to eat humans one by one…Your duty was to slay it as soon as possible before it gets devour any more innocent people.

But…as you know.Things won’t usually go as planned…While you were strolling around the town-trying to find some informations about this certain demon you’ve been sent to killed.You met a boy,who seems to be around your age.The uniform that he was wearing told you that he was also a demon slayer.Everything seems normal about him (you thought so-) except the way he crouched down to the dirt while has his head on his knees and crying like a baby while mumbling something so quiet that you couldn’t understand…

You paused,then frowned at him. ‘What was he doing?Did he has some troubles or problems?Should I go and help?….What should I do???’You thought frantically as you tried processing,then shake your head a few times before taking a deep breath.

‘No,I SHOULD go and help him.Since he can also counted as my co worker,yet-maybe I could use some help in this mission of mine.’ You exhaled fiercely.You turned on your heels and slowly stride towards him,if you want me to be honest-you’re a little bit nervous,��cause perhaps you’re wrong and it’s quite possible for you to ending up embarrassing yourself-

Despite your nervousness,you can keep your tone normal as you reach him- “Are you alright?” You began.He slowly look up from his knees,tears were still brimming in his eyes and some ran down to his cheeks.He looks as if he was lost,he lips tremble a bit before his next actions made you regretted for deciding to help him in the first place…

“Whaaaaaa!!!!” He cried,throwing himself to hug your legs tightly. “Finally!Someone’s finally understand and love me!Thank you!Thank you so much!You did this because you love me right!?Right!?And yes,yes,yes!I love you too!Let’s get married now!I love you so much-” You shove him off of you when he just keep blabbering on and on and on.Now-please aware this,you don’t mean to be rude or anything.You just have to get him off you because you were too surprised by the sudden tight embrace you’ve just received.

This has caught some people’s attention,you observed as you quickly whipped your head from side to side.Which just make you even more embarrassed…

“W-What are you doing!?” Your face were tinted pink,and he looks shocked by your response.

“W-why did you do that?” He asked back, “But you just tell me you loved me!So why,would you-oh!I understand now!You like to play hard to get!Then ok,let me try this again!I love you-” He tried to hug you again,but you just backed a few steps from him before he can reach you.

“I said what are you doing?And WHEN exactly did I told you I love you?” You deliberately emphasize on ‘WHEN’ and he just tilted his head in confusion.

“You don’t need any words to tell anyone that you loved them.You just came to me and ask if I’m alright,which means you cared for me.That is enough to tell me that you’re truly,and deeply in love with me” He grinned sickly sweet at you,and you’re sure that the look on your face were pure disgust after you had heard his answer.

“Ha…ha…” You laughed dryly,you feel the corner of your mouth jerking a bit. ‘He can’t be serious,no no-I can’t believe this’ You clenched your hand tightly.Before sighing, “Are you sure you are part of demon slayer?”

He then paused,thinking….and nodding his rapidly as an answer. “Are you sure?” You arched your eyebrow,he just nodded again. “Ok then…I think I should go back to my duty now…goodbye?” You forced out a smile,you saw him opening his mouth to stopped you.But sorry,you’re much faster than that.

You just turned and run,fast.Not even let him finished his sentence,of course-he tried to follow you.But thank goddess that there were a lot of people there,in a swift moment,you vanished out of sight…

After a while,you came panting when you find a good spot to rest for a bit.There was no sign of him,which means you are safe here. ‘I made it…’ You sighed….you then pulled out a bottle of water you brought with,and slowly sipped the liquid to extinguish your thirsty throat.

That’s when you heard people nearby talking about the informations you wanted…

“Did you know?…about a demon that will appeared at night?” One man whisper…..Making you listened intently,but you keep your head looking straight ahead.You must not act suspicious,in case they’ll noticed you eavesdropping their conversation…

“That news?Oh I’ve heard about it,is that the reason why each night…at least one people will strangely disappeared?” Another man whispered back.

“Yes,it gave me goosebumps every time I hear about that.Isn’t it scary?” The first one answer,and the other shaking his head, “We better not bring it up again,it will make everyone feared that demon even more,especially the children…”.

You took the last sip of your water,before close lid and tucking it back to your waist.You stand up and stare at the sky,you still have some hours left…if you keep strolling you will perhaps get some more informations about this demon…and suddenly your mind goes back to that boy you’ve met earlier…Just the thought of it make your shoulders go slumped…. You hope you won’t have to meet him again… TwT

Time skipped when the night came…

As the cool silver moon rose and the glittering stars illuminating the dark sky.You were walking soundlessly alone around the town,looking out for demon that may appeared from out of nowhere and attacking people.From what you can see,most people were already resting or sleeping inside their cozy home.Which will make it easier for you to do your job….

‘Thank my luck I don’t get to meet that crazy boy again…’ You sighed tiredly,grateful.

While walking,you slowly turned your head around from time to time,ready for something that might be suspicious…until you think you’ve seen the slightest movement out of the corner of your eyes…You suddenly stopped in your tracks…hand immediately reached for the hilt of your blade…

You shot your head from side to side and narrowed your eyes when you don’t see anything moving…But then you heard someone screamed behind you…

When you quickly whirl around to see what’s happening,needless to say that you’re shocked….

It was that boy,the boy you met in the afternoon.He was crying and screaming for help,something like “Somebody!Help meeeeeee!!!!!”,while running straight towards you with the demon,The Demon you were told to kill close on his back.The demon was also screaming something like “c’mon!Let me taste you!”.And he shouted back a, “No!Please don’t eat me!I’m not delicious!Look at me!I’m so thin!Don’t you agree!?Arghhhh!” He jumped when the demon almost catch him,luckily he jumped up before it can grab him.

You just stand there,frozen and bewildered. ‘…He is a demon slayer…right?He said it himself that he was also a demon slayer….But if that’s what he said…um…why was he running?’ •_•

“Ah!The beautiful lady!Dear pretty girl!Please help me!!!!!!This crazy thing’s tryna eat me!!!!” He shouted loudly when he spotted you,and you all you can think was, ‘Oh…holy sh*t’. But that doesn’t matter ‘cause once he reached you he just run to hide behind your back and bawling something that you were truly a hero who came to save his day.

“Wait!-” You tried to protest,but it was too late.He was already behind you, “ Wait!What are you!?A coward!?A man’s supposed-at least try to protect woman or something!And what are you doing!?Hiding behind me and hope that I’ll just saved you and become your hero!?” You bristled,but he just cried something like, “Can’t we just talked about that matter later!?Right now,please just saved me!!!!”

When you looked forward again,the demon was already standing in front of you.And you pulled your blade out, “Oh~What is this?Woman protecting a funky?Ha!So funny!” The demon taunt.

“You better shut your despicable mouth…” You growled threateningly,and the demon laugh again.

“Oh!Why?What would you do sweet lady?Are you gonna cut off my head?Ooh~so scary~” It mocked,you’re starting to get irritated….

Without a word,you lunged at the demon,swinging your blade.It dodge your attack by jumping away from you leaving, the tip of your blade only attached to the ground,before it started to dashed towards you again.This time you prepared to use your (type of breathing) style.Surely you can decapitate this demon’s head…

But what surprised you is…It didn’t bolted towards you…no,it just whipped past you.Making you snapped your head after it in confusion,then that make you realized,it wasn’t hurtle for you…but for the boy behind your back…

Maybe the demon thought that eating him would be more easier than eating you…

Zenitsu was even more shocked than any words could describe,he just froze there while squeezing his eyes shut,holding his breath -waiting for the pain to run through his body…The sound of slicing came…but he didn’t feel any pain…

When he slowly open his eyes again…what he sees…pain him instead…

You just take the blow for him,deep claw cuts sliced into your stomach…red blood dripping down to the dirt… “No!!!!” Zenitsu cried,and you dropped to the floor,too hurt to stand up.

The demon laughed wildly while saying things like, “Oh~How cute!You two tried to protect each other-awwwwww~”.

He rushed towards your side and,you can tell that he was guilty and helpless by the look of his face… He cried, “I-I’m sorry!P-please-Please don’t die on me!I beg you!I’ll-”But just then when he see the amount of blood…um…you think he just passed out…

That moment,both you and the demon just blinked in silence for a moment…At first confused why he’s unconscious all of a sudden.Until the demon’s laughter snapped you out of your thoughts…

“Hahahaha!And here I thought that he will try to save you.Hahaha!You two are so hilarious!” barked the demon, “I really wish I can play with you guys a little longer…But sorry,play time’s over…” It lower its voice in the last sentence while spreading its sharp claws,making your face go pale…

The demon shot towards you,and it’s your turn to close your eyes and waiting for the death… You never thought your life would be ended by a demon…But you know you can’t control the future…

Before you knew it,you heard something dropped to the ground…When you fluttered your eyes open again…you jumped when you saw the demon’s head on the dirt. ‘…But I…Who killed it?’ There was a person standing in front of you,when you look up to see your savior…You must say you can’t believe your eyes…

Zenitsu was standing right in front of you,you have no idea how can he kill the demon. ‘Was he still sleeping?Then how could he chopped off the demon’s head?How can he do that?’ You thought curiously…But you can’t lie the fact that you’re amazed by him…

Just then, just as you were admiring him with wide eyes…He suddenly woke and jump into the air while screaming when he sees the demon’s head. This make you sighed disappointedly, ‘Alright…my fault for admiring him…’ -_- ….

“Who killed the demon!?Certainly not me,then who was it!?” He suddenly turned to you, “You!?You’re the one who killed it!?” He said loudly,and you just blinked at him.He then running towards you with a joyful expression, “Thank you!!!!Thank you!Thank you!Thank you!A million thank you!You’re really my hero!I love you-!”.

“Stop!” You cried before he can enveloped you into a tight embrace.

“I wasn’t the one who killed the demon!It was you stupid!You’re the one who killed it!” You shouted frustratedly,he’s still for a moment before giggling at you.

“Oh you’re trying to crack a joke!Though it’s quite bad one because if it was really me then I would already be dead in seconds!But still thank you!” He grinned sweetly,and you slapped a hand against your forehead… ‘…What do I do with this guy?….’ You thought with a dry smile.

“Can you take me to a doctor?” You asked,trying to change the subject ‘cause there was no point in continuing to argue with him. “Oh right!You were hurt!Here!Let me help you stand up!” He cried as he put one of your arm over his shoulder and pulled you up from the ground.Well,to be honest you were quite content that he still care for you…

“Um…my-you’re quite heavy…” He mumbled as he walked with you a few steps.

“What did you just say?” You questioned,your voice was sickly sweet but there was knives behind your every word…

“U-uh…N-nothing…” He answered back,face go pale and scared…

“Good,it’s better be nothing~” You smiled,it was normal.But you think his face just go even paler making you chuckle a bit at how cute he look when he’s scared of something…

‘Honesty he’s kinda cute~’ You thought,then paused, ‘But wait…what?Why am I thinking like this?’ Shaking your head.You tried to get rid of the thoughts all the way to the doctor.TRIED-if you know what I mean…. Still,you can’t help but secretly glance at him with that pink cheeks of yours from time to time when you think he’s not looking…👀 (But really,he did notice •////•)

Of course,when he turn to you.You just quickly look around and pretend like you haven’t been staring at him in the past few minutes asdfghjkl-

When you finally find the doctor,and you were taken away to an infirmary room to start aiding your injuries.Zenitsu was worried sick-all the bad feelings sat heavily in his stomach.His heart almost leap out his chest when he see the doctor came out of the room after some hours have passed…

“Is-Is she…Is she alright?” He managed to ask out when the doctor came to him.

The doctor nodded his head in response, “Yes,her injuries weren’t that severe but she sure has lost lots of blood…” He trailed off…before adding, “But don’t you worry,young man.She is now resting safely in the infirmary room…You can visit her if you want,but please be quiet-she’s sleeping.” He smiled kindly at Zenitsu,and the young boy nodded rapidly before the doctor took his leave.

The creak of door opening,revealing the girl sleeping soundlessly in the bed.Zenitsu slowly sat down on the chair beside her bed,his eyes filled with sorrow and heartache…He really wish he could be braver and stronger…so he can protect people and be everyone’s hero…

Yet another person has to protect him again…And it PAINS him so much…

‘I’m so useless…Nobody would even want to be with me…not even this beautiful girl…’ He sighed quietly as he watched you sleep, ‘I promised…I’ll be braver next time…’ was his last thought,he gently hold your hand and slowly start to let himself fall for a peaceful slumber…with you by his side…

Time skip when the morning came…please just relaxed and enjoyed that peaceful moment a little bit… •~•

The sunlight came prodding through the window and illuminated your features,this make you slowly fluttered your eyes open…Your eyelids felt heavy…maybe because you’ve just woken up-you thought lazily as you turn to lay on your side that wasn’t hurt…And look what you found~

You came to face with the yellow haori boy again…he was fast asleep beside you on the chair,his face looks so cute like that and he’s just so close to you asdfghjkl-But then you noticed-He was also holding your hand…

You blinked a few times while your head was now racing with thoughts- ‘Why is he sleeping beside me?I don’t remember anything after I fall asleep-whatever,and why must he be so cute!!!!!????’ You thought,flustered and your cheeks felt hot. And then suddenly-he slowly open his eyes…

He rubbed his eyes a bit then blinked a few more times-before looked at you right in the eyes.Needless to say-you were embarrassed for being caught staring,too embarrassed.So you just throw a pillow at his face and yelped. “Argh!!!” He cried as he got hit by the pillow and crashed into the chair in sitting position-being hit by a pillow was surely wasn’t what he expecting to get after just woken up. (Sorry lil brother -~-)

“W-why were you sleeping next to me!?” You said quickly said out of embarrassment.

“I should be the one who’s asking!Why did you hit me!?I came to visit and thank you for saving me last night!But you’re already asleep and I was just so sleepy that I accidentally fall asleep beside you!What’s wrong with that!?Good boy needs lots of sleep you know!?” He yelled + complaining at you,and you felt your cheeks get even redder.He has his hands on his head while just yammering nonstop.

“W-well ! It’s-!” Just as you’re about to finished your sentence,your crow and his sparrow came knocking the window with their beaks.Zenitsu immediately rushed to the window to open it,then the birds just shouting you two orders to your next mission-

“(L/n) (y/n) and Agatsuma Zenitsu! You two have to go to the Tsuzumi mansion and killed the demon that’s hiding there!Both of you!” Said the crow,the little sparrow seems to be trying to say something too-but you just couldn’t understand what it meant.

“Me?With him?” You said,pointing your finger disbelievingly at him-and he just turn his head while blinking at you. “Yes!” Answered the crow.

You were still for a moment while thinking something like-‘F*ck…What did I do to deserve this????’ kind of thing…. “Haha….you must be kidding me…” You mumbled as you laughed dryly…

“Wait…another mission!?Oh no no no no no!I’m gonna die,I’m gonna die,I’m gonna die-” He shouted loudly until you throw the very same pillow at his face again, “Shut up!” You shouted at him and he start yelling + complaining at you again.

“Ow-!Why did you hit me again!?It hurt!You know!?Don’t you think you’re being too cruel!?” He cried,putting his hands on his head in case you will hit him again.Completely repeat his earlier actions with his mouth can’t be able to shut up-

“That was because you aren’t being able to be quiet!Just shut up and stop yammering already!” You roared angrily at him.

“And aren’t you being loud too!?” He bawled back, “You are so CRUEL!” .

“If you don’t want me to be so CRUEL then just snapped your mouth shut already!” You bellowed,and he start to yammer at you again.

This make the two birds sighed and look at each other and then at you two who were still fighting…

Seems like you two still have a long way to go…

Alright,that’s all lovelies💗Hope you guys like/enjoy this one as much as I do writing it! >~<

Some bonus…

Since I’ve mentioned earlier that every pillars and many more characters are like my brothers and sisters (except Giyuu,he’s my bae asdfghjkl-) …let me give a little scenario to that 😆

Note.This is just platonic!🌸 (Just sister and brother loving each other,alright?)

Ok,this is for…Sanemi🌪

Imagine that you’re the only person who can calm Sanemi down,like-he was pissed at someone/something and now he was snarling and growling at anyone and everyone who dare to come near him. (Except for lord Oyakata,mind you-)

And you just came in like, “Brother~What are you doing?Are you thirsty?Here-please have some water first!” You said as you carefully put the bottle of water gently into his hand.And Sanemi immediately calm down and accept your offer while mumbling some ‘thank you’.

Every pillar were shocked like, ‘What?How did you do that????’.Not to mention about how his eyes suddenly filled with love and adoration when they laid on you,how calm and gentle he acts with you-and all that stuff😂

If anyone dare to ask you this,“How did you do that/how did you make him calm down?” You would just smile and answer, “I don’t really know how can I do that either.” XD.

He is very protective of you,will always protect you from any harm or danger.Will gave a deadly glare and a dark aura for anyone who looked down or insulted you.Will also protect you from any guy who’s flirt/hitting on you way too much or start to make you uncomfortable.

Will scolded you if you got yourself hurt/let yourself got hurt,but that’s just show that he does-care for you,a lot.💗

Overall he’s a very good brother,relative or not.Once you gain his trust/respect,he’ll trust and respect you-So please, just love him💓💕💖💗

Finished!💕Ahhh-I’ve this idea for such a long~time ago with a good friend of mine! She’s the one who gave me lots lots of idea and the one who always supported me into writing. I wanted to thank her so much for everything! It means so much to me dear-and thank you,thank you for always listening to me blabbering on and on about things,talking and imagining things/self-ship with me! I really appreciate it my love!😭💗♥️✨

Now-I wish you guys a great day/night! <3 pls take care! all of you! ✨

The arts are not mine!Credits to the artist!💝

-With love,BamBam🦢🌙