#I couldn’t make this shit up if I tried hehehehehe

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Hi Vera😘❤️

for your 1k bingo: Ari + sex pollen👀

Imagine Ari being an agent. Ari jokes around and flirts around a lot, which makes you cautious about what comes out of his mouth. Stuff like "you're a peach" "can you help me with this, sweetheart?" "My heart just stopped, you're so beautiful." He would say this to different agents and scientists all day without truly meaning it. But you have a huge crush on him, nonetheless.

Fast forward to the incident, when Ari played around the lab carelessly one day and accidentally caused lab scientists to mix up two dangerous chemicals. And since he's the only one in the lab who didn't have a full hazmat suit on, he inhaled the chemicals (which is sex pollen) and was sent to quarantine. And when his mind is in a haze, the only name that stuck in his head is yours👀👀👀

Does he call you to the quarantine room? Do you perceive his words as a desperate measures or you believe him? Does he tell you about his feelings after the pollen wears off?👀👀👀It's your decision! :3 Surprise me hehehehehe😘😘😘

(And probably the fourth(or fifth?) Time, congratulations on your 1k❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Ari + sex pollen???? Damn👀 an idea I never knew I needed but yeah. Love it.

And thank you sm!🥺❤️

Turns out I’m shit at short Drabble writing so this one is 4 k, enjoy 🤣

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Addicted to you

Warnings: dub-con (sex pollen), p in v, unprotected sex, squirting

„Hello, gorgeous, how’s your day?“, your favorite coworker asked, not you. He leaned over Mindys table, right in front of you, making you sigh quietly.

Ari was a very friendly and also handsome man. Most agents, especially all women, had a crush on him, even married once.

And of course, you.

You had a crush on your work partner, making your life awfully miserable. At first you actually thought something was between you, a little spark maybe. All the flirting and sweet petnames seemed to be special, right? Wrong. At least to Ari. He called half the agents gorgeous or flirted his way out of writing reports. At this point whenever he came to you, offering his sweet smile and glances, you knew it was for a reason.

"you're a peach" “No, Ari, I won’t share my lunch.”

"Can you help me with this, peach?" “No, Ari, I won’t write your report”

"My heart just stopped, you're so beautiful, peach." “No, Ari, I won’t fall for that. Go get you your own coffee.”

It’s always the same game. Him trying to flirt his way out of something and you having to do everything to not lose your mind over his words. You’d do anything to hear these compliments honestly. Having Ari call you beautiful because you two went on a date and not because he needed something.

At first you had fallen for it, still hoping the spark you felt was real-but then you noticed he didn’t seem to care about his words as much as you did. How many women here thought he actually meant any of it? How many agents had or will have their heart broken because of his careless thinking? Well, you were definitely one, but probably not the first.

“Oh, really? You don’t have to do that, gorgeous, are you sure?” “Oh course, Ari. I wanted to get a coffee anyway, it wouldn’t make much sense for you to walk unnecessarily if I’m already on my way”, said the clearly not suspecting woman. Sometimes you felt bad for them, really, but on the other hand you knew Ari wouldn’t stop his flirting. You tried to tell him to stop, but it seemed like it was a part of his personality he just couldn’t ‘turn off’.

Grinning Ari walked over to your desk, plopping down on it with his ass, nearly knocking over your own coffee, “be careful you imbecile”, you hissed, making the man laugh. “Good morning to you too, peach. I can tell Mindy to get another coffee for you, if you want”, “no thank you, I like my coffee without the taste of slave, besides I still have mine”, with that you stubbornly took a long sip of your coffee, trying not to frown when you noticed how cold it had already gotten. And Ari definitely saw it too, but he didn't comment on it.

“So, what are we doing today? I heard they have something for us in the laboratory?”, he asked instead, leaning a bit closer to you so he’d be able to read whatever you were writing. His aftershave immediately hit you, making you feel lightheaded. God, how could someone smell this good?

What you didn’t know, he was thinking the same about you, not being able to stop himself from leaning a bit further into your personal space and nearly falling from the desk. “Ari, stop that or you might already sit in the chair with me-” “oh that’s not a bad idea, let’s-“ “no.”

He furrowed his eyebrows a bit, crossing his arms over his chest. “But why-“ “Hey, Ari, I got your coffee-and they called you into the lab. They said it’s urgent”, said Mindy, walking up to your desk and giving Ari his coffee. Was her blouse further open than before?

Head shaking you stood up, ignoring that she didn’t even greet you. “Ari, let’s go”, you didn’t let him talk to Mindy anymore, already grabbing his massive biceps and pulling him to the labs. “Wait-I wanted to-” “I don’t care what you wanted to do, you’re here to work and not to flirt” “geez, chill, someone’s got their panties in a twist-tho I couldn’t help you untwist them, peach.” “Ari-”

At this point you weren’t even sure why he was still your work partner.

Just when you wanted to enter the lab someone held you back, one of the interns smiling up at you. “Oh hello, Peter, everything okay?”, you smiled at him, not noticing Ari rolling his eyes when the young man blushed. “I have some documents for you to sign, it’s important”, since it was important you told Ari to go and ask the scientists about the substance they found while you’d sign the papers.

“So, Peter, how was your weekend?” You asked the young man, while sitting down at your desk. He sat down in the chair in front of your desk, looking around your office. Mindy seemed to ignore him, just like she did ignore you. What a bitch. Did she really only talk when Ari was around?

Peter cleared his throat. “It was really fun, we-“ a shrill alarm sounded, alarming everyone to leave the building. Fire? No it wasn’t the fire alarm. You’ve never heard this before. Grabbing petter by the arm you immediately left your office, hearing Mindy's steps behind you. “What’s happening?”, you called out to one of the guards.

“There was an accident in the lab. Some chemicals exploded-“

Your chest immediately tightened. Oh god. Ari. No, no, no. What if he got hurt? What if he- “Miss, we need to go”, your intern interrupted you, pulling you out of the building. “No wait- I need-Ari is still there-”

The whole floor was closed for two days. Two days in which you didn’t know what happened to Ari. You were worried sick-and heartbroken. His behavior may be annoying but it didn’t mean your heart had stopped craving him. It seemed your feelings only grew in the past days.

As soon as you entered the building you went to your boss to ask about Ari, not receiving much information only that he was alive but in quarantine. Did it mean he had a disease? Maybe whatever the scientists had found was incurable?

Again you felt yourself nearly hyperventilating. “Please let me see him. I just want to see he’s alive. I don’t believe it until I see it myself”, you nearly begged with tears in your eyes. Your boss sighed, rubbing the brick of his nose with two of his fingers. “Fine, fine just-stop crying. I can’t handle that”, he mumbled walking you to the quarantine room.

You could see him through a window and your boss was right, he was alive.

But he looked like death was close.

He was sweaty, his clothes soaked and hugging his body like a second skin. His skin was pale. Dark circles beneath his eyes. His wrists cuffed to the bed. God, poor Ari. “What’s wrong with him?” “We don’t really know…He was affected by the chemicals. The scientists said he inhaled them and immediately felt dizzy, hot…started mumbling some nonsense about peaches”, said the man. Just when you wanted to ask something else his phone rang. He excused himself and walked away.

The ringing had caught Ari’s attention. “Peach-peach”, he whined, writhing in the bed like crazy. His wrists were already red and scratched, but it didn’t stop him from pulling at them harder. You swallowed, seeing his wrists bleeding.

“Miss, you’re not allowed to be here”, one of the doctor’s came, pulling you a bit further away from the window. You noticed how it made Ari even angrier than before, throwing himself from side to side. “Bastard! Don’t-don’t fucking touch her!”, he hissed, making you immediately pull away from the doctor who had touched your arm. Ari stopped his movements, his breathing slowly calming down.

You furrowed your eyebrows at that, the doctor doing the same and reaching out to you again, making Ari going feral. Seeing the hand of the stranger touching your skin made him pull at the restraints even harder, till they started cutting in his skin. Not wanting Ari to hurt himself, you stepped away from the man, closer to the window noticing how Ari tried to lift his hand-which wasn’t possible.

“Let me in. I think he…wants my company?”, you mumbled. The man seemed unsure. “We don’t know what the chemicals did to his body-he’s still…unstable. And maybe contagious-“ “Please, I think he’ll feel better when I’m there”, the Doctor sighed and pulled out a key, opening the door. As soon as you walked in Ari tried to pull at his restraints to touch you, which he managed when you sat down at the edge of his bed.

A moan escaped his throat when your cool hands touched his burning forehead. “Oh god, you have a fever-and you’re drenched”, you whispered, wiping away the sweat from his skin. “I’m-hot. Too hot”, he mumbled, sitting a bit up and hiding his face against your throat, immediately inhaling your smell. The soft smell of your peachy parfum. So, so good. So addicting. “So nice…missed you, peach”, he mumbled, his lips touching your throat, close to kissing.

“Ari, you should…you’re totally out of your mind”, you pushed him back into the pillow, turning around to the doctor who was still watching you two. And taking some notes, huh? “Excuse me, could you get me a cloth and bowl of cold water?”, the doctor nodded, leaving you two for a few moments.

Your hand caressed Aris cheeks, slowly brushing down to his chest, his chest heaving uncontrollably, heart pounding so fast you couldn’t count the beats. “I’m so sorry I let you walk into the lab alone. I should’ve known something would happen…”

Ari moaned again, pushing himself into your palm. He felt completely overwhelmed, especially now that you were here. So close. Touching him.

“I’m hot-I want it off-take it off”, he tried to grab at his clothes, pulling them away from his body, but he couldn’t really move his hands. His breathing became even faster than before. You knew you probably shouldn’t act on his words, but seeing his big blue eyes begging you. “Okay, okay, I’ll help you”, with that you started pushing up his shirt, but stopping at his chest. “You’re cuffed-I can’t help much more, I’m-“ “take them off. I don’t want them-take them off”, he started fidgeting again.

That’s when the doctor from before came in with a cloth and water. “What are you doing miss?” “Open the cuffs-” “miss-“ “open the fucking cuffs! Don’t you see he’s bleeding? When will you react?! When he breaks his wrists?!!” You started arguing with him, making the man jump in surprise, not expecting your yelling.

“Fine, but I’m leaving the room.” He only put the bowl with the cloth aside, giving you the key to Aris cuffs. Then he quickly left the room leaving you with Ari behind.

You felt your own hands shake while slowly opening the restraints. Before you could even really let Ari pull out his hands he was already taking off his shirt, not caring about the ripping sound. When you noticed how he tried to open his pants you gasped quietly. “Wait Ari-no-pants no”, you took his hands that were working on his zipper, making him moan quietly while he pushed his hips up into your hands.

It surprised you and you couldn’t stop yourself from pulling your hands away again. “Fuck no-don’t stop”, he mumbled grabbing you by the hips and pulling onto his hips, letting you feel his hard dick throb in his pants. “What-Ari, what are you doing-hey-no”, you swatted his hands away, grabbing the wet cloth and hitting his chest with it.

Ari gasped, his eyes focusing a bit more while he looked up at you, still lightheaded but less than before. “Please-I don’t know what’s happening to me-but I need you-fuck, I need you so bad, please”, he sat up and immediately buried his face again your throat, kissing and sucking at your skin. He was losing his control.

He felt exactly like he felt when the chemicals first hit him.

As soon as he opened the tube, a yellow powder explosion went right in his face. Everything around him started to spin, his vision getting blurred and-he felt aroused. So fucking aroused.

Why weren’t you here? You were supposed to come with him. He needed to see you. No.

He needed to fuck you.

God. He wanted to feel your skin. Your lips. To taste you. He wanted to taste the sweet peachy shampoo or parfum-or whatever it was that made you smell so good.

“Peach-where’s-peach”, he moaned quietly, bracing himself on the table next to him. He didn’t even know what was happening around him. The people calling a code something-and grabbing him, touching him. He hated the touch of these people. He wanted you. “Peach-no-not you-peach-“

“Ari, are you okay?”, when your voice pulled him out of his thoughts he grabbed your arms again. “I can’t control myself-I need you-fuck-please-“, he mumbled close to your lips, already wanting to kiss them, but you pushed him away.

Someone walked into the room again, two doctors you didn’t know. “We found out what it is-but there’s no cure for it”, hearing this made your throat tighten. No cure? “Miss, he won’t die-not if…the person of his desire…helps him out.” You didn’t understand what they were talking about and it was also hard to concentrate with Ari trying to kiss your throat or sucking hickeys into your skin.

“What do you mean help him out? What should I-Ari stop it-that tickles-“, you tried to push his head away, feeling his beard tickle your throat. He whined when you pushed his forehead again, his arms tightening around your waist.

“Miss, we think Mr Levinson was affected by, the so called, sex pollen, a drug making the affected wanting to…breed and reproduce. It won’t stop until he…fulfills his needs.” The doctors words made your mouth immediately feel dry, like you hadn’t drank anything for days.

“I…need to have sex with him?” Both doctors looked at each other, then back at you. “We can probably try to find someone to…help him, but he seems to react to you.”

For fucks sake, why couldn’t he be affected by…something that wouldn’t make him want to reproduce.

Of course you’ve always wanted it, but not like this. You wanted for it to matter and not when Ari was not himself. Drugged.

You swallowed. Then swallowed again.

“Okay…i'll do it, but…can we have privacy? A room without a huge window?”, you asked self consciously, finally letting Ari bury his face further in your neck and cleavage since he definitely heard you agreeing to sleeping with him.

The doctors seemed a bit uncomfortable in this situation. “Yeah this window has curtains. Well let them down and then you can-“ “Yeah I know-just-go. I’ll take care of him”, you mumbled a bit embarrassed and also slowly turned on. How could someone not get turned on when the person they love kissed their throat and cleavage? Or nibbled at your earlobe? Fuck, your panties were probably drenched.

A couple minutes later the doctors were gone, the curtains lowered and some of the buttons of your shirt open, but Ari seemed impatient just ripping the rest from your body, making you gasp quietly. “Ari-“, you moaned, letting him pull you over his lap, his hard dick immediately pressing into your cunt. There were still too many layers between you two, making Ari mumble something unhappily, while he opened his pants, hastily pushing them down.

You quickly helped him out of his clothes, nearly falling from his lap since Ari was so impatient to finally get out of these he kind of got carried away and was close to actually pushing you from the bed. As soon as his body was completely bare he sighed in relief and grabbed your waist, pushing you into the bed. You didn’t had much time to appreciate the beauty of him, before he started hastily ripping your skirt and slipping from your hips, immediately pushing your legs open.

“Jesus-Ari, we have time-”, you mumbled when he immediately tried to place himself between your thighs, his lips still suckling at your throat. When he reached your breasts he bit into the flesh, making you moan in pleasure and surprise. His tongue circled the pink teeth mark, before hastily doing the same closer to your nipple.

When you felt the tip of his cock press against your wet cunt you couldn’t stop the nervousness creeping up inside you. Even though you weren’t able to really admire him you still noticed the size of his cock.

No wonder he was always this…cocky.

“Ari-oh fuck-”, when he thrusted inside your wet cunt you couldn’t stop the moans from leaving your mouth, especially since he didn’t waste time before fucking you hard and fast. His gaze glued to your cunt swallowing his cock, clearly only thinking about his release.

For a moment you doubted even if it really mattered to him who was beneath him. Did he really recognise you as you or were you just a cumdump to him? (Not that you would’ve mind under other circumstances.)

“Peach-peach look a’me”, Ari moaned, grabbing your chin with one hand, making you look into his blown eyes, the pupil completely swallowing the usually bright color. “My peach-mine”, his words were slightly slurred, but it seemed like he meant it. Maybe. Hopefully.

You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, pulling him a bit closer till your bodies were flushed against one another. “Yes, Ari, your peach. I’m all yours”, you whispered into his ear, not expecting the nearly inhuman sound rumbling from his chest, his thrust immediately quickening, the sound of skin on skin slapping becoming louder, just like the squelching sound from how wet you were for him.

Fuck, it felt so good. He was fucking you like no one else before. His cock was hitting every spot inside you, his pelvis rubbing against your clit from time to time, stimulating you even more. “Fuck-fuck, Ari-I’m close-please-oh god”, as soon as you felt your high approach your nails pushed into the skin of his back and biceps, making him moan in pleasure. The pain felt so good. So, so good.

You were a moaning and shaking mess beneath Ari, while he watched your every reaction. He didn’t know what to say or if he was saying something. He knew he opened his mouth, but the only thing leaving his lips were moans and grunts. He had no idea why he was behaving like this, like…like a feral animal, but all his sensations felt so different, his senses heightened, especially his smell. The smell of you was everywhere, surrounded him, filled his lungs whenever he took a breath.

A few thrust more and your cunt started squeezing him, your walls tightening around him, hugging him like you were made for him. Your mouth was open in a silent moan, your face scrunched in pleasure. He couldn’t stop himself from pressing his lips onto yours, his tongue exploring your mouth. The kiss took you by surprise but you immediately returned it with the same enthusiasm.

Slowly feeling too overstimulated, from having him hit your g-spot over and over again, you felt yourself coming closer to something you’ve never felt before. Not only were you completely lightheaded and cockdrunk, but your whole body seemed to have stopped listening to you. Your legs gave out, your thighs not wrapped around Aris waist like the did before, your arms lightly hanging around his neck.

Ari grabbed your legs, pushing them up to your chest, before continuing his assault on your sensitive spot. The change in position makes him feel even bigger, if that’s even possible. With that he was also now fucking your spot dead on. Your eyes filled with tears, your throat feeling raw from moaning and screaming in pleasure, your whole body useless, just like a doll in his hands.

Before you could react another orgasm rushed over you, this one different, more intense, like never before.

You squirted all over Ari and yourself, your juices gushing onto his thighs and abdomen, a deep growl rumbling in his throat while he pushed his cock deeper into you, grinding against you while you felt him twitch inside you, your walls milking him while was filling you with his cum.

He didn’t stop releasing for a few minutes and you didn’t know if it was because of the drug or if it was just Ari, but when he finally pulled out and put your legs down some of his cum leaked out of you, making him grunt in annoyance and furrow his eyebrows a bit. If you had the strength to do it you'd probably have laughed at his behavior, but your muscles were too sore.

“Come’ere my caveman and stop grunting at my…you know”, you laughed quietly but also a bit self conscious. When he saw your open arms Ari immediately laid onto you, his face pressed into your neck once again. “Mine”, he mumbled barely audible, while you gently scratched his hair and back, noticing the rosy lines you’d left behind.

At that point you didn’t know what to do next. Were you supposed to leave him now? Would he be fine now? But just leaving like that felt weird. Especially since Ari meant to you more than just a friend, way more than that.

A few minutes passed and you noticed how Ari’s body felt cooler now, it even seemed like he had goosebumps. Not wanting him to freeze you grabbed the blanket that was laying on the floor and pulled it over his body. You felt him sigh softly against your skin, cuddling closer into the crook of your neck. It felt nice to have this huge man making himself small to fit into your arms wanting to cuddle.

It also made you think….

Was his head clear now? How would he react? Would he be mad?

“Ari…are you awake?”, you whispered quietly into his ear, hearing him mumble something incoherent back. The corners of your lips twitched while you shook his shoulder again, finally getting him to lift his head. At first he seemed confused, then shocked, then confused again and finally something like..regret.

Oh god, no. He didn’t want it. He regretted it. What if he felt like you- “I’m so sorry you had to do this, peach-I-I never wanted for it to happen like this-fuck. I’m sorry. I’m such an idiot, I shouldn’t have-” “Ari, it’s okay. I understand. You needed it. We can forget it and just think of it as…needs to an-“ “no. We can’t forget it-please don’t make me have to forget it. I don’t want to forget it..”, his voice quietened to the end, his gaze glued to your face.

Noticing your confusion he leaned down, pressing his lips gently onto yours, only in a sweet peck. A soft smile crept onto his lips, even a blush was visible. “I wanted to do all of it with you…touch you…kiss you…taste you…fuck you”, he whispered the words in your ear, kissing down your throat, before lifting his head again, “I’m sorry it happened like this and not how you really deserved it.”

You still were confused, but your chest tingled with hopefulness. “So you mean-you like me?“, to that Ari only laughed gently before kissing you one more time, passionate and loving.

“But never call me caveman again, tho.”

“Sure…..caveman”

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The Burden of the Sun

Blurb: Macaque confronts Wukong on his mis communications and Wukong finally snaps

Word count: 1k

Genre: Angst

Authors note: Hehehehehe, this was fun to write

Pairing: Shadowpeach

The cool darkness around him was no new feeling. It was a comfort at a time, back when he felt the warmth it could have at the end of it. A warmth only he knew. His own special light, one created from the shadows he made.

Now the warmth was gone, in its’ place only the shadows that grew and grew over the years. The shapes he left behind centuries ago. Ones that turned from blankets of familiarity to chains of memories, of guilt. That he regrets to admit is still the most comforting feeling, even now as he falls through this darkness.

He landed on his side, hissing as the pebbles one the ground dug into his skin.

“OH, don’t give me that shit. Up.” Macaque snarled. Wukong rolled over, sitting up. Macaque scoffed, squat down and grabbed Wukong collar.

“Well?” He prompted. Wukong noted how his breath smelled like mint, unlike the regular mango smell.

“”Well what?”

Macaque sneered, dragging Wukong up by his collar.

“I’M TRIED OF THIS SHITTY ‘I don’t know’ ACT YOU PULL!” Macaque tossed the Money King back down on the ground.

“I’VE BEEN DOING THE GOOD BOY THING FOR MONTHS NOW, I HELPED YOU WITH AZURE LION, I SAVED YOUR ASS FROM THE SCROLL. AND ALL I GET IS THE COLD SHOULDER????” Macaque exclaimed. He picked Wukong back up from the ground, pulling him closer to his face.

“I didnt lie about Lady Bone Demon.”

“I didn’t hide that dragon girl was the vessel of the fourth ring.”

“I didn’t run off to fight that bitch myself and get corrupted.”

I didn’t abandon everything I knew just in some misguided belief that would fix everything!”

“You did! All you do is lie and cross others. And you don’t even care.” Macaque scoffed, shaking his head.

“Even now you lie. I can see your glamor.”

Wukong bristled at that comment, but said nothing. Macaque huffed, and shook Sun Wukong collar.

“Well? Are you still putting up that act? Be the coward that you tired to change from?” Macaque prodded, his face contouring in disdain. Wukong s eyes trailed down to witness the state of his former companion, white patched and scars marring his body.

Wukong exhaled through his nose.

“Did you realize that the reason Lady Bone Demon was back because you couldn’t finish the job last time?” He asked.

“What?” Macaque snarled.

Wukong raised his hand, placing over his shadows hand.

“Did you think that others wouldn’t belive you and trust you if you said that they were going to be ok after such a overwhelming power enters them? Or would you stay quiet as you plan to make sure they wouldn’t have to go through that.”

The grip was too strong.

“Did you consider that everyone is depending on you, so you had to be the one to finish the job and clean up the mess you made?”

Why is the pain back, im not doing anything, I didnt do anything.

“Did you ever think that people were better off without you in their life until you better yourself?”

Please I’m sorry I’m sorry-

“And did you stop to consider if I told the truth, people would crosss me? Make life harder for themselves? Because I did, I cared so damn MUCH I grew to become an idol for others, make others look up to me when all I wanted was to shrink away.” Wukong broke the grip macaque had one him, pinching his forehead.

I wont do it again I wont do it again please let me go.

“I HAD TO DO EVERYTHING! ALL THE FIGHTING, ALL THE PLANNING, EVERYTHING TO MAKE SURE EVERYONE WAS SAFE!” He yelled, felling his head get tighter and tighter.

“Wukong…” The silent mumble from Macque lips snapped Wukong back to the cliff he was on, back to the grass instead of the rocky paths of the mountains.

“Your eyes.. Your head…” Macque observed. Wukong froze, raising his hand up. His callouses were visible.

I’m sorry I’m sorry

“Wukong look at me. Can you please look at me?” He pleaded, Wukong cracked his eye open, seeing Macaque holding his face gently. Wukong opened both of his eyes.

“I had to do everything. I was their powerhouse, the Great Monkey King. And what did I get whenever I tried to plea with them? Try and warn them of incoming dangers? When I tried to be a good monk and avoid disaster? A lecture and a torturous headache, that’s what.”

“I was nothing more than a guard dog with a short leash.”

Macaque’s gaze softened. He traced his fingers over the scar left behind by the circlet, trailing down to the blood red eyes of the Monkey King, Great Sage Equal to Heaven.

“I tried so hard to be a hero when all they saw was an a animal needing taming.” Wukong whispered.

“And now, I’m a king with no greatness being thrown around someone who truly cared for me.” Wukong pushed Macque away, walking toward the edge of the cliff.

“Thank you for the memories, and the companionship. Truly.” He took tha last step.

Macaque rushed over to the edge of the cliff and witnessed as Wukong flew away on his nimbus cloud. Macaque growled, falling to his knees and pounding the ground beneath him with his fists.

The blood came soon after, trickling down his clawed fingers. The white patched fur stained pink as his invisible barrier fell. His multi colored ears pointed downwards, his scarred eye producing tears.

On the cloud, Wukong let tears fall, bringing his glamour come back up as he flew toward the horizon. Towards the setting sun. Toward his bungalow hidden by forest, where all his monkey friends were. Where his cold lights were on. Away from the mighty warrior that was still mighty, while he turned tail like the coward he was called.

The hero’s light turning dimmer and dimmer, with the warrior still in his shaodws.

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You'll change your name and change your mind (but you can't leave this fucked up place behind)

(Prompt #18: REVENGE | Unreliable Narrator | Loss of Identity | “I see what's mine and take it.” (Panic! at the Disco, Emperor's New Clothes) )

Notes: Okay, this one was very fun to write to be honest. I asked to myself how I could manage to do "unreliable narrator" and boom, the answer was in front of me! It's Sanzu, I just needed to let him unleash and not try to guide him towards any type of plot or coherency and he'd do the rest on his own. AND HE DID! Same for loss of identity, so easy to lose himself for Mikey, he has no self-respect whatosever, it's fascinating (Such a good gremlin, fr)

So, keep in mind this is very unreliable and very biased and not even Sanzu knows wtf he feels or thinks. He changes his delulu to keep adapting to shit happening around him, don't expect any type of coherency towards himself.

Also: I love Draken, any opinion reflected here is not mine, it's all on the lil pink hater <3

(Settled in Bonten timeline but during Kanto Manji times, you'll see why at the end, hehehehehe)

Warnings: Delusions and very distorted perception of reality, tones of cursing bc Sanzu is a hater, angst. Manga spoilers.

Sanzu acted very smug for days after seeing how Draken looked at him — a puzzled expression with a hint of annoyance, the obvious question written on his idiotic face. Confusion didn’t help that loser to look less ugly, but for once, Sanzu was delighted to see him.

Things got even better when he actually got to hear him venting to Mitsuya — okay, he might have been spying on them, but no way in hell he wouldn’t keep an eye on those fuckers!

Revenge never tasted sweeter, Sanzu was finally back where he belonged. By Mikey’s side, as his right hand and best friend — as it should always have been. That bastard thought he was special to Mikey? Ha, Draken could have been entertaining somehow, but once the novelty was over, once that leech showed his true colors, his king got tired of that moral bullshit. 

Yeah, that was it. Those shitheads of Toman never understood his king’s true potential, they held him back like dead weight. Sanzu was the only one alive who truly knew Mikey, who saw him for who he was, not for who others wanted to make of him. No, Sanzu didn’t see him as a puppet or a means to achieve his goals. Or as someone so righteous that would magically conquer the top of delinquency without staining his hands with blood. 

Because for Sanzu, Mikey himself was the goal — being able to stand by his side, to protect him, to serve him devotedly. Unlike those goodies of Toman, he was very aware Mikey wasn’t a saint either, his king had a talent for violence that no one should limit. And who cared if it was wrong or illegal? They wanted to be criminals, for fucks sake! He was a killer too and he didn’t regret it, he would kill for Mikey again as many times as needed. Nothing came without a price, Sanzu learned that years ago. 

So, of course, he was more than happy now that those pests were finally out of Mikey’s life for good. Sanzu could have answered their questions if he had wanted to, but it was a lot funnier this way — he was Mikey’s first friend, he had always been there but they were too busy to notice him, and obviously Mikey tried to push him away too but, unlike them, Haruchiyo never left. 

That was the big mystery those retards couldn’t comprehend, the magical trick Sanzu performed to be able to remain by Mikey’s side when he tried to isolate himself from everyone. He simply stayed, no matter what, he refused to abandon him. It shouldn’t have been so hard to deduce it, the same way it was obvious that his king was trying to carry some kind of burden all alone. 

His perfect revenge was cut short with the new information that Draken had joined Brahman from the shadows — a secret his ass, as Sanzu wouldn’t know what was happening inside his little sister Senju’s gang. 

It was difficult to choose what angered him more, the fact that the bastard dared to join their gang — trying to erase him again, but this time amongst his own siblings — or how he betrayed Mikey so blatantly. First, he walked away so easily and now joined the enemy?

Apparently, abandoning Mikey once wasn’t enough for the paltry dragon. No, he had the nerve to do it twice. Sanzu knew how much that could hurt his king, so kept the information to himself and resisted the urge to punish the traitor — Mikey had given him a very clear order and no matter how much he hated it, he would obey him. 

Any trace of satisfaction his revenge had made him feel, got completely erased the last time Sanzu interacted with Draken — that day, not even the knowledge that fucker would disappear from their lives forever was enough to bring him even the slightest relief. Fucking daring to appear at Senju’s funeral with that contrite face, like he had ever cared about her? Sanzu couldn’t even grieve his sister in peace without being haunted by him?

“Get the fuck away from here.” Sanzu spat his words with rage, looking at him with red eyes filled with hatred. A part of him was eager, almost begging to have an excuse, to be able to make someone — anyone — pay, to vent his pain with violence. 

But no, Draken stayed silent, too ‘decent’ to actually take the bait in a place like this — that didn’t mean Sanzu couldn’t hurt him anyway. His next words were filled with venom, punctuating each syllable with hate.

“Isn’t that your signature move, anyway? Disappearing after someone else’s little sister died.” 

BOOOOOOM! (yes, this was so damn fun)

Remember when I said he was unreliable? Well, to clarify his biggest lies: He doesn't regret killing for Mikey? My ass considering we're talking about Mucho here -.- (maybe regret is not the word, but that nonchalant attitude is bullshit to delulu himself and we all know it). Also, as you dear reader might have notice, he has very conflicted feelings towards his not-sibling-but-yes-his-siblings-all-at- once.

[bunnys-babies]

ELLE MY BELOVED !!!! congrats again on your milestone 💕 on all levels except physical, I am swinging over to your treehouse to give you a well-deserved smooch. you have no choice but to accept it 😽 moving on from the cringe 😬 ,, ur event !! i'm going with oikawa tooru (haikyuu). my mbti is intp + his is enfj apparently 😵‍💫 fave pastime would probably be cuddling + watching a film together?? just smth where we can both wind down and relax 🥰 UMM to get on my nerves he'd probably do pda bc he knows I'm shy ab that stuff (+ I blush suuuper easy so ... embarrassing 😐💀) & to get on his nerves I just act like I don't know him 😁 hope this is enough, my love 🌳🦍💕🦧🌳‼️

……… hello my beloved it has been so long 😭😭😭😭😭 PLEASE ACCEPT MY APOLOGY AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS 🫶🫶🫶

Songs for the two of you <3

1. More - The Greeting Committee

2. Sea Sick - binki

3. 02:00 AM - Sarah Crean

4. What’s Your Pleasure? - Jessie Ware

5. Sit Next to Me - Foster The People

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Relationship HC’s <3

Sorry but you would have to be probably one of the most insufferable couples of all time /j HEHEHEHEHE (not really ily 😽)

But the way you guys would start out teasing sooo cute, doesn’t matter if you’re in public because it’s Tooru, so of course he’ll find some way to tease you n bug you just a little

Until you’ve had enough and bite back, and next thing you know you’re both full blown bullying each other and bickering while everyone else around you puts up with it </3

Tooru 100% tugs on the hairs at the nape of your neck to piss you off

SORRY BUT HE DOES

He finds it so cute when you get upset plus he totally has twerp energy to me idc

But he is also so so so soft with you

Even if he likes to tease, his hands always find a way to touch you and caress you softly no matter the situation

Hands resting on your hips or caressing your face while you kiss, pinky finger interlocked with yours while you’re out watching a movie, fingers messing with yours while either of you tell an intriguing story, etc.

He’s just such a tender lover and can’t help but always touch you soft and keep you close :(!

He is also the biggest brat when you ignore him

It’s silly and funny and cute for .000284929 seconds before he’s had enough and gets an attitude and a little whiny and tries pushing your buttons in various ways to get your attention back on him

But you have to give him so much love after cause he will overthink and get a little sad if it goes on for too long <///3

You guys have so many inside jokes it pisses other people off LOL

Until someone points out how kind of sickeningly cute it is n then you’re both 😕 and put that shit on hold in public for a little while 😭

Extremely considerate and aware of your social battery and how you’re being treated by his company always

He isn’t one to let the company he keeps make you uncomfortable in any way and will say something in private to you and anyone else that needs to be talked to to make sure one, it doesn’t happen again, and two, you don’t feel guilty or embarrassed for him saying something

He’s also always checking in with you in little ways

Talking softer to you to see if you’re still having a good time

Bringing you into conversations and laughing alongside you to make sure you don’t feel left out

And the moment you let him know you’re ready to go home so is he 🤍 he might take a little time to say goodbye just because of the way he is and the way he wants to make sure he’s said goodbye to everyone, but he always wants to make it clear your feelings are a priority because they are <3!

And when I tell you I just know you guys had the most painful slow burn ever… good lord

He’s insecure and you can’t handle being up front and telling him you like him so!! God only knows how long it took one of you to be direct and honest /t

It was cute though and totally worth it when you finally had that first date and Tooru couldn’t hide the way he was smiling like a fool when he knew every time you dismissed his affectionate and playfully gooey remarks you didn’t actually mean it, you were just like him and almost didn’t know what to do with genuine romance 🤍

He’s so cute in the mornings it’s SICK

Calm and quiet and moves a little slow, runs his hands all over your torso and kisses the side of your face gentle before he asks how you slept

N it’s every morning, he’s this sweet and soft without fail every time he gets to wake up next to you and it’s not like he’s trying to make you feel tender and shy on purpose! He’s just a gentle and careful lover <3

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I HOPE THIS SUFFICES AFTER SUCH A WAIT 😭😭😭😭 MWWWWAH BABY ILY

[xutokawa]

ooooo the s/o finding scratch marks is sooo good:0 more pleaassseeee🤲🏻🤲🏻 maybe like samu and iwa too? but anyones fine really<33

pairings: osamu x reader, iwazumi x reader

genre(s): fluff to angst, cheating

warnings: langauge, cheating, allusions to smut

wc: 3k

» masterlist

a/n: hehehehehe yes!! thank you so much for requesting this. I got a little carried away and i really like how they turned out! hope you enjoy!

atsumu and oikawa ver.

kuroo and sakusa ver.

suna and bokuto ver.

akaashi and hinata ver.

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Osamu

You sighed happily as you settled into your seat, getting ready for take off. Going home to Osamu after a two week business trip was the only thing on your mind, wanting nothing more than to run back home and into your boyfriend’s arms. Two more hours, and you would be in his warm embrace once again.

Little did you know while you fantasized about returning home to your first love, he was indulging in another, lowly moaning out their name, pushing the thought of you to the back of his head.

It wasn’t until you ran into Osamu’s arms at the airport did he start to feel the guilt creeping up from his infidelity. He knew it was wrong, to try and physically replace you for the time being. Osamu just missed your touch, seeking comfort any way he could. Seeing your burning smile, he decided he would never tell you. You were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, and telling you of what happened would ensure that you would never be his again.

Once the two of you arrived back at your shared apartment, you immediately plopped down on your bed, exhausted from traveling. Osamu chuckled as he came behind you, laying down next to you, pulling you into his arms. 

“How was your trip, baby?” Osamu mumbled into your hair.

“It was okay, I just mostly missed you the whole time,” you replied, snuggling into his chest. A pang of guilt hit Osamu once again. You had missed him as much as he missed you, yet all you could think about was waiting until you got home to him while he had given into his urges.

Seeing Osamu visibly troubled, you asked him, “I think the real question is if you’re alright, Samu.” 

Startled, he quickly came up with a cover up, “Yeah, just tired from running the shop, same ‘ole things,” he sighed out.

Giggling, you got up, pushing Osamu to roll onto his stomach, straddling his lower back.

Chuckling along with you, Osamu asked, “What are you doing, babe?”

“Giving you a massage, duh? My poor boyfriend has been working so hard while I was gone. It’s only right to give him a massage as the best girlfriend in the world,” you joked, rubbing his shoulders.

“You don’t have to give me a massage to be the best girlfriend in the world, you’re already the best without trying,” Osamu chuckled into the mattress.

Rolling your eyes, you replied, “Stop complaining, Samu. Let me have an excuse to touch your muscles.” You started moving your hands lower on his back, lightly rubbing as you went down. Worried filled your features as Osamu let out a small hiss as your hands moved lower. 

“What’s wrong, does it hurt there?” You asked, beginning to lift up his shirt. Panic flashed through Osamu as he realized his escapade must’ve left scratch marks on his back, quickly flipping you two around.

“It’s nothing, babe. C’mon, let’s go start preparing dinner,” Osamu nervously let out, hoping you would go along with his lie. He knew he hadn’t fooled you.

“Lift up your shirt, Samu, let me see,” worry evident on your face. You thought he had maybe gotten hurt at work, wanting to see the damage.

“Y/n, stop, it’s fine,” Osamu stated, his tone turning more pleading. You grew more and more suspicious. Why was he getting so defensive?

“Osamu, take your shirt off,” You said, standing up, crossing your arms. Osamu gulped, knowing you were getting serious using his full name.

“It’s fine, really, let’s just go get dinner, we can worry about my back later,” Osamu tried to divert your attention, hoping his final attempt would work. You didn’t buy it.

“I’m starting to think you’re hiding something from me, Samu,” you shot back, wondering what had him so adamant to not show you, “take your shirt off right now or I’m sleeping in the guest room tonight,” you threatened, hoping it would make him give in.

“I'll show you after dinner babe, let’s go,” Osamu said, standing up, walking to the door. Sighing, you gave in, following him out. Halfway to the kitchen, however, you grabbed the bottom of his shirt, lifting it up.

Your heart dropped at the sight.

No wonder this bastard didn’t want to show you.

Startled, Osamu whirled around, eyes wide as if he were a deer caught in headlights. Words began tumbling from his mouth.

“Wait, y/n, I know how it looks, but let me explain, please,” Osamu reached out to you, hurt flashing across his face when you flinched away from him.

“Don’t touch me, you cheating bastard,” You seethed out, eyes burning with a mixture of hurt and hatred, “I’m gone for two weeks and you go and fuck someone else?”

“No, y/n, please! I just missed you too much, but no one could ever replace you! I love you, y/n please!” Osamu continued pleading, eyes growing glassy at the thought of you leaving him.

“Oh shut up, Osamu. You’re not the only one in this relationship. Do you not think I missed you too? I wanted to be with you every second I was gone, but I didn’t go fuck someone else while I was gone,” you yelled out, tears welling up in your eyes.

Osamu walked closer to you, reaching out to you again, “I know, y/n, I fucked up, but please, we can work this out, you’re the only one for me-” 

A loud smack sounded in the room as the sting settled on Osamu’s cheek. You began walking towards him, anger seething, “I’m the only one for you, huh? Tell me, Miya, did you fuck them right here? Did you fuck them on our bed?” An indescribable pain seared through Osamu at the use of his last name. Not giving him a chance to reply, you continued, “Or did you fuck them on our couch, the kitchen counter perhaps? You disgusting asshole!” You spat out the last word.

Osamu opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out. Tears flowed freely down both of your faces, both equally hurting.

“Please, y/n, I’ll do anything to make it up to you!” Osamu began sobbing. Darkly chuckling, you replied, “Do anything for me? How about you pack your shit and get the fuck out, Miya.” Osamu’s heart clenched, knowing he thoroughly fucked up.

 “I can’t lose you, y/n. You mean everything to me. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, please don’t do this,” Osamu’s mind ran wild, not being able to handle you leaving him.

“Fine, if you won’t leave, I will,” you started for the bedroom, grabbing your suitcase you had yet to unpack from your trip along with your essentials. Osamu felt his world crumble around him as you brushed past him, walking towards the apartment door. He ran after you, grabbing your wrist as you were about to open the door.

Osamu’s eyes widened with shock as you whirled around, wrenching your wrist out of his hand.

“Don’t you dare fucking touch me, Miya Osamu. Don’t you dare tell me you fucking love me, and don’t you dare try to tell me you wanted to spend the rest of you life with me,” you spat out, “because if you truly meant any of those things, you wouldn’t have fucked someone else while I was away, worrying if you were sleeping and eating properly, wondering if you were tired after running the shop.”

Osamu wanted the ground to swallow him whole. He crumpled as he watched the person he loved with his whole heart stare back at him with nothing but hatred in their eyes. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered out, not able to meet your eyes. Osamu never got a reply, the only sound he was met with was the door opening and slamming shut.

Iwazumi

The shrill tone of your cell phone ringing woke you up with a jolt. Groaning, you reached over to your bedside table, patting around for the familiar object. You rolled over to see the name ‘kawa (つω`●)’ flashing on your screen.

“What do you want, Oikawa,” you groaned into the phone.

“Y/n-chan, that’s no way to say good morning,” you could hear Oikawa pout through the phone. You looked over at your alarm clock, mentally cursing the setter for waking you up at 7:00am on a weekend.

“It’s too early for this,” you joked into the phone, “what did you need me for?”

“Y/n-chan, I have something I need to tell you,” Oikawa’s tone suddenly turned serious.

“What is it? It better be worth it,” you playfully teased, not catching onto Oikawa’s tone.

“It’s about Iwa-chan. I think it’s best if I tell you in person. Can we meet for lunch?” Oikawa asked. Curiosity and worry filled your mind as soon as the setter mentioned your boyfriend’s name. He was currently out playing with volleyball with his old high school friends.

Immediately sitting up, you ask, “Is he okay? He didn’t get hurt right? Aren’t you with him right now?”

“Well- he’s hurt, but not in the way you’re thinking. It’s just- let’s meet at lunch okay?” Oikawa sighed into the phone. After agreeing on a time and place, you get up, ready to start your day. You were excited about meeting Oikawa for lunch. The two of you grew close in high school, and he was the reason you were introduced to Iwazumi. You haven’t seen him in a while, only keeping in contact through occasional texts while he was in Argentina.

Soon enough, lunch time rolled around, and you were seated at a small cafe, waiting for the setter to show up. You wondered what he had to tell you, and what he meant by Iwa being hurt.

A cheerful “y/n-chan!” broke you out of your thoughts. Looking up, you saw Oikawa’s smiling face, although his eyes held a different emotion you couldn’t decipher.

“Kawa!” You got up to embrace him, “It’s so good to see you again!”

“I knew you’d miss me too much,” Oikawa teased, causing you to lightly push his shoulder as you chuckled.

“So what’d you need to talk to me about?” you asked as the two of you sat down. Oikawa’s expression immediately turned into a troubled one.

“I just want you to know, I care a lot for you, y/n, and I don’t want you getting hurt,” Oikawa started off, worrying you as he didn’t add a chan after your name.

“Yeah, of course, we’re best friends, Kawa, I only want the best for you too,” you said in confusion.

“This is a bit personal, but when was the last time you and Iwa, y’know, did it?” Oikawa sheepishly asked. You giggled at his expression.

“Hm, maybe two weeks ago? We’ve both been pretty busy lately, why do you ask?” you tilted in your head in confusion. Oikawa cursed under his breath, muttering something before looking up to you, his eyes suddenly holding a seriousness that made you shift uncomfortably.

“Look, y/n, you know how we were playing volleyball this morning?” you nodded in response. Oikawa nervously chewed on his bottom lip before continuing. “Well, while Iwa was changing, I saw he had scratch marks on his back,” pausing as he looked for a reaction. Your mind suddenly went blank.

There had to be an explanation, right? Maybe he just got hurt somehow.

“I’m only telling you this because I’ve been suspecting Iwa for a while now,” Oikawa started, “and when I asked him if you and him had a nice time last night, it was obvious he was lying when he replied to me. There’s no way he would just reply with a laugh and say yes. Usually he would have replied telling me to shut up, calling me shitty-kawa, and it just didn’t sit right with me.”

The voices around you became a blur as you processed this information. You knew for a fact you weren’t the one who put those scratch marks on your boyfriend’s back. You couldn’t believe it. Your Iwa, the Iwa that’s been with you since your second year at Seijoh, the Iwa that gave you butterflies anytime he smiled at you, the Iwa that would blush at your teasing, who held you tight on nights when everything seemed to have gone wrong, the Iwa who was always in your happiest memories.

You hadn’t realized you were crying until Oikawa hurriedly handed you some napkins.

“I’m so sorry, y/n. I would’ve never thought Iwa would cheat. We both know his personality. I’m honestly really disappointed-”

“Where is he now?” You cut off the setter, looking down at the table.

“He went to go get lunch with Makki and said he’d go home after,” Oikawa said softly, looking at you with a worried gaze. “Are you okay, y/n?”

“Y-yeah, I’ll be fine, don’t worry about it,” you gave a weak smile. Oikawa easily saw past your smile, but decided not to push any further. 

“I’ll drive you home, we can grab your stuff before he comes back, and you can crash at my place for the time being,” Oikawa softly said. With no energy left for words, you silently nodded as tears continuously streamed down your face. 

Oikawa wouldn’t lie to you, not about something like this. You knew that, and that’s what made it hurt more. When did he even cheat on you? Was one of his late nights at work really just an excuse to be with another lover? 

You hadn’t realized you made it back to your apartment until your car door suddenly opened. Looking up, you saw Oikawa standing, offering you his hand. Feebly, you took it as you got out with shaky legs. You couldn’t help but think about all of your memories shared with Iwazumi. How he sheepishly held out his hand the same way on your first date, how the two of you walked up to your apartment after signing the rental contract.

When the two of you reached your apartment, Iwazumi was nowhere to be found. Numbly, you went to gather your essential items as Oikawa began packing a small bag of your clothes to take. After you finished packing, you took a look at your apartment. A sob escaped your mouth as you looked around, only seeing the memories of you and Iwazumi. Tickle fights on the couch, countless nights cooking together in the kitchen, the late night movie and cuddle sessions.

“C’mon y/n-chan, let’s-” Oikawa’s voice was cut off by the sound of the door opening. You whipped around to see Iwazumi standing in the doorway, face filled with confusion.

“Kawa? What are you doing here? Why are you- y/n? What’s going on?” Iwa walked closer to you. “What happened, baby? Why have you been crying?” Iwa reached out to cup your face, hurt spreading on his features as you moved away from him.

“Turn around,” you stated.

“Wh-what, why? What’s happening?” Iwazumi’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Iwazumi, turn around right now,” you stated as even more hurt and confusion spread on the spiker’s face at the use of his full name. Slowly he turned around, not understanding the situation. Your hand trembled as you reached out for the hem of his shirt, only for your heart to be shattered as soon as you lifted his shirt. Red, angry marks ran down the length of his back.

Realizing the situation, your boyfriend turned around, guilt and worry evident in his eyes.

“Y/n,” he breathed out, “wait let-”

“Shut up. Stop talking,” you calmly stated, eyes hardening. Honestly, your calmness scared Iwazumi the most.

“Baby, please, wait, don’t leave. Let’s unpack your stuff and talk this through,” Iwazumi pleaded, eyes filling with tears as they darted to glance at the bags you and Oikawa were carrying. He needed to tell you it was all a drunken mistake, that he planned on proposing to you the coming week. You were his everything, he couldn’t let you go.

“I can’t believe,” you started, voice shaking, “you were willing to throw six years of memories down the drain.” Tears falling from your eyes.

“Am I that worthless to you, Iwazumi? Are our memories not enough for you? Am I not enough?” you quietly sobbed. Iwazumi’s heart clenched at your words. How could you think that? You were his whole world, his perfect match. Every moment with you was pure bliss to him, couldn’t you tell? Could you not tell that he would be completely lost without you?

“Y/n, no! That’s not it at all! Let me explain-”

Iwa made his way towards your sobbing figure before he was stopped.

“Get out of my way, Kawa, this isn’t any of your business,” Iwa snapped, eyes still trained on you as he desperately tried to reach you.

“No, it is my business. You hurt my best friend, Iwa-chan. I can’t let you continue hurting them.” Oikawa stated firmly.

“Get out of the way before I punch your pretty face, Kawa,” Iwa seethed. He needed to get to you before you got to the door, before you walked out of his life forever.

“Stop it, Iwa! You made a choice, and now you have to live with that decision for the rest of your life!” Oikawa raised his voice, his anger seeping through his words.

Iwazumi’s eyes finally met Oikawas. The setter could see the pain and regret in his friend’s eyes clear as day, only confusing him more. He could tell you meant everything to the spiker standing in front of him, so why did he do it? Why did he betray your trust?

Still staring at Iwazumi, Oikawa called out to you, “Let’s go, y/n.” Iwazumi’s gaze flickered to you, resolve crumpling as he truly took in your appearance. You looked so broken, hurt written all over your face. He was the reason you looked like that. He was the cause of all your pain.

“Please, y/n. Don’t leave me. I can’t do this without you,” Iwazumi’s voice cracked as you looked at you with pleading eyes, tears cascading down his face.

“I can’t, Iwazumi. It hurts so much,” you sobbed, turning around and walking out of the apartment.

All the life drained out of Iwazumi as he crumpled onto the floor muttering out a string of “I’m sorry”s. Oikawa cast one more glance at his best friends figure, whispering, “What happened to you, Iwa-chan?” 

That night, two of Iwazumi’s best friends walked out of his life, never coming back.

[ootahime]

analyzing every gojohime moment in the manga >:) pt. 3

more and more paragraphs ahead.  BE PREPARED!

i’m also writing this at 3 am so please bear with the horrendous grammar and punctuation.

chapter 63

i know he’s probably like this with everyone but i love how excited he is bragging about his students to her.  he’s like a child telling his mother about an amazing adventure he had with his friends, making sure he mentions every detail.  in the anime, their conversation lasted for 3:41 :3 backwards 341 is 143 which means i love you.  

1 letter = i

4 letters = love

3 letters = you

chapter 63

i love her fit!  i also like how both of them like to wear baggy clothing that accentuates their collarbones `w` it’s like they’re matching in a way.  even if she did tell him to cut the crap, she still let him run his mouth to his content LOL i feel like if he didn’t compliment himself at the end, she would have said something different.  UGH HE LOOKS SO HAPPY CALLING HER

 ah, let me translate the conversation just in case anyone needs it.

utahime: you wanted to talk about the investigation, right?

gojo: well, got any idea who?

utahime: i have no idea.  no one seems suspicious.  what do we do now?  should we ask the students for help?

gojo: yeah, that’s fine.  i’m busy so asking the kids would be okay.  keep looking.  i’m counting on you.

I THINK THAT’S WHAT THEY’RE TRYING TO SAY.

OR it could mean that she’s asking if they should start investigating the students.  it would make sense either way because gojo says in the next panel that he doesn’t want to assume that the mole is a student, and in chapter 79, gojo sends the trio to utahime to help her.  

chapter 63

these two love their students to death.  neither of them wanted to assume that the mole was a student.  in chapter 79, when utahime is talking to the trio about the mole, nobara points out to the group that the traitor must be from kyoto because utahime is the one who’s reaching out to the tokyo side.  utahime has a dismal look on her face, almost like she’s saying, “i didn’t want it to turn out this way -- for this to be true.”  after mechamaru says his farewells to miwa on the train, mai tries to talk about what he did to which utahime says, “it doesn’t matter, he’s dead, after all,” with a similar sunken expression.  i just love how her care for the students is one of the biggest aspects of her personality that’s been showcased so far.  it’s also cool how it ties together with gojo’s belief that no child’s youth should be taken away.  i truly think these two have the capacity to understand each other to a deep level, down to the core.  seeing as utahime is also a teacher, it’s safe to assume that she also wants to raise the next generation of sorcerers to be strong.  utahime and gojo’s similarities and contrasting elements are so interwined, i really wonder if it’s intentional.  like am i looking too much into this?  are utahime and gojo really meant to be this connected?  think about it.  similar motivations, care of the kids, contrasting palettes, the bickering, long history.  IT’S JUST TOO MUCH. 

also can we mention how their phone calls and meetings must be heavily planned out?  this means they’ve talked and interacted with each other A LOT behind the scenes.  she doesn’t answer his call with “what do you want?  don’t bother me on my day off.”  she knows exactly why he’s calling her and they even speak in code.  she probably meets up with him and tells him to call her on a specific day and at a specific time.  they must know each other’s schedules very well in order to execute this investigation in complete secrecy.  when he says, “we can never be too sure who is listening in around utahime” it implies that they find calling a risk, so in order to guarantee that there is no one around, they have to meet up in person.  see where i’m getting at?  they talk A LOTTT and most likely are aware of each other’s daily lives.  

the fact that gojo is her main source of stress when he’s literally a 3 hour train ride away from her is hilarious LMAOOOO.  you know what that means, right?  he must call and text her constantly about random things to annoy her.  

chapter 65

ah yes, my favorite moment by far.  look at that smile on his face.  

chapter 65

he loves saying her name.  he probably rushed over with the sole purpose of doing something like this to her LMAOOOO like i mean, mei was in there with her so technically they both needed to be helped but judging from his words and expression, he only wanted to help utahime.  notice how mei’s not there in the debris.  could she possibly have suspected gojo’s presence or an outside force?  or was she fast enough to avoid being in the debris?  either way, her lack of presence in this scene helps highlight the fact that this is a special interaction between utahime and gojo.  he refers to her in a very familiar sense.  the most formal way to address someone is by their last name followed by the honorific, -san.  in gojo’s case, he should be calling her iori-san if they weren’t acquainted.  he doesn’t even bother to call her utahime-senpai.  granted, gojo is not the most respectful and socially competent person out there because geto points this out to him.  he isn’t even aware that she finds him annoying because he views her bad attitude toward him as her just playing along with him.  he probably thinks she’s flirting back LOLOL

since he asks her “you cryin?” that definitely means that gojo witnessed her crying on one occasion or maybe multiple.  who knows, the old utahime could have been a very emotional person.  while this is happening, mei is close to gojo, she then asks him if he would console her if she were to cry in a flirtatious manner.  gojo dismisses her attempt at flirting with him and says she won’t cry because she’s strong.  now normally, you’re supposed to face the person you’re talking to, GOJO.  he KEEPS his eyes on her even when more people come to join the conversation.  

now, we can all agree that geto, mei, and shoko are better at picking up social cues than gojo.  they probably knew the vibe of the conversation and decided to play along with gojo’s antics.  

chapter 65

WE were worried about you.

pay attention to the order of the characters that show up.  gojo makes his appearance first, then geto, followed by shoko.  based on utahime’s reaction to seeing shoko, it’s evident that these two share a close bond.  shouldn’t shoko be the one to arrive on the scene first?  she’s the closest to utahime and would therefore be more concerned about her condition, right?  i know shoko’s technique doesn’t really allow her to do anything other than treat the wounds of others, but if you heard your friend was missing, you would definitely rush to the scene.  

look at geto’s reaction when mei says, “you’re the one who’s picking on her, geto.  you don’t even know it.”  i think it’s mei who’s saying this because gojo calls geto “suguru”.  but anyway, mei is aware that they’re picking on her.  i don’t think she’s the type to legitimately bully someone for their strength.  her reaction to all of this is very playful and her “heh heh heh” is proof of that.  when geto shows up and swallows the curse before it gets to utahime, he says, “satoru.  it’s not nice to pick on the weak.”  by saying this, he pisses utahime off because he too, is joining in on gojo’s joke.  i believe he’s unaware that he’s making fun of utahime because his reaction is “gah!” with a sweatdrop.  he probably thought gojo was making fun of weak people in general.  

geto’s usually a gentleman seeing as it is canon that he is more popular with girls than gojo.  BUT WHO KNOWS...you gotta be a specific type of person to be best friends with gojo.  maybe he ain’t shit too...  okay, my point is that everyone is just playing along.  when shoko shows up, utahime is relieved to see her because shoko doesn’t tease her like this.  since utahime tells shoko to not become like those two, this implies that geto teases her as well (probably not as much as gojo).  we all know geto is really big on looking out for the weak so he probably wouldn’t have insulted her for real.  

verdict: utahime being weak is just a joke.  i’ve mentioned this so many times, sorry if it’s getting annoying and repetitive hehehehehe...

chapter 65

these three aren’t irresponsible.  geto and gojo are a troublesome duo for sure, but they’re dependable.  seems unlike them to forget something so simple and essential to pretty much every mission.   

chapter 65

here’s my headcanon.  they were hanging outside or in the car when their assistant manager got a call.  the assistant was informed that two days have elapsed since mei and utahime went on their mission (or last contacted someone).  

gojo: that’s weird.  mei’s with her so they should have finished exorcising the spirit sooner.

geto: you think something happened to them?  maybe it’s a strong special grade.

gojo: utahime probably dragged mei down with her.  poor mei-san~  

gojo gets up 

geto: where are you going?  

gojo: going to save utahime!  it’s fine i’ll put up a curtain!

manager: gojo wait!!!!!!!!!!!

geto sighs

shoko: that idiot’s always running off without us.

they pin the blame on gojo for saying that he’ll put up a curtain and leaving the assistant manager behind.  you know what this means?  he ran and the manager couldn’t catch up HEHE... why the rush, gojo?  were you actually concerned about her?  

tbh i don’t see gojo ever running to something unless it’s urgent.  the fact that he ran to save her says a lot.  

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let me know if you have any thoughts or questions!  i forgot to add this but gojo had a more serious expression when he was explaining how they must’ve been trapped in a barrier that messes with time.  he then states, “we thought it was weird even though you’re here, mei.”  i know he was probably worried sick because if mei couldn’t be contacted then that means something must’ve happened to utahime too.  okay that’s it for now.  i’ll be bringing up this little detail i’ve noticed about utahime in the manga next :3

[kireimarkeu]

No Contact

+another repost! i did not make any changes to this work.

summary; mark as your secret boyfriend.. but the both of you aren’t very discreet..

i was inspired by this drabble… so cute

5.1k words..

i swear i tried not to make it too long but it was so hard… also the ending is kinda funny lmfao!!!! im so funny

anw i hope you guys enjoyed this…? bc this was so so so fun to make although it’s lowkey kinda empty bc i didn’t want to make it too long!!! but yes hopefully you like it!! okkk bye!! njoy hehehehehe <3

+Day 18 3:32PM

You were holding Mark’s hands tightly, talking happily about anything and everything. 

That was why you loved Mark; he made you feel so comfortable, you could talk to him for hours and never get tired. He’s someone who you would need in a friend group to make everything less awkward. 

“And so, Yeri fell and we all laughed!” you told him, laughing at the old memory. 

You used to work as a choreographer for Red Velvet, but after a while, you decided to stop since it was affecting your studies a lot. While working with SM, you met the boys, and that was how you met the rest of NCT. 

When you didn’t get a response from Mark, you turned to look at Mark, only to find him frozen, staring ahead. 

“Mark?” you call, turning to see what he was staring at. Your eyes widened when you saw Jaehyun and Doyoung crossing the traffic light. “Oh, fuck.”

“Shit,” your boyfriend cursed, “we need to go,” he tells you, tightening his grip on your hand. 

The both of you speed walk to the opposite direction, hoping his members wouldn’t walk the same path as the both of you. Mark let out another string of curses when he saw his members walking behind them. 

Mark suddenly pulled you into a random store, trying to lose his friends. He pulled you deeper in the store, hiding the both of you from the main entrance. 

Your boyfriend was standing so close to you, the proximity making you nervous. You could feel your heart beating quickly as your cheeks flush red. Your hands going up to press them against Mark’s chest, pushing him back slightly. 

Mark didn’t notice, too distracted on finding his friends. When he noticed that he has lost his friends, he pulled away from a breathless you. His hands smoothly pull yours away from his chest. 

“I think they’re gone— wait, why are you so red?”

+Day 24 11:22PM

You were laying on the couch, playing with your phone while your boyfriend worked on some music that he has been writing for the past few days. 

“Mark~” you whine, your eyes were still stuck on your phone. You just wanted to disturb him for fun. 

Suddenly the door of the studio opened, Taeyong stumbling in as he stared at you and Mark in shock. 

“What are you doing here?” Taeyong asks you. 

“Uh…” you drag out, turning to look at your boyfriend for help. He looked at you then he quickly looked back at Taeyong. 

“I was making a new song for our Japan stage and had y/n help me with the choreography and all,” Mark explained, letting out an embarrassed chuckle. 

That was a lie. Well, not really. Mark did need help with the choreography, but at the same time he wanted you to be there to accompany him. Your presence calms him.

Taeyong remained silent as his eyes went back and forth between you and Mark.

“Should I leave?” you ask awkwardly, looking at your boyfriend then back at Taeyong. When you didn’t get a response, you stood up ready to grab your things.

The older man shook his head, “no, no, stay,” he tells you, walking further in, “I just didn’t know the both of you were so close,” he says while taking a seat next to your boyfriend. 

You let out a chuckle, “we’re close, you guys just didn’t know,”

+Day 33 9:02PM

After Taeyong found out how close Mark was with you, he wouldn’t stop inviting you to the dorm to hang out with the rest of the boys. 

“So, what movie are we watching today?” asks Taeyong as he took a seat next to Doyoung. 

You and Mark were seating next to each other. Mark was sitting at the very end while Jaehyun was sitting on the other side of you. Mark and you was sharing a blanket, your hands placed on your lap. 

“Parasite?” suggests Taeil. 

Loud whines filled the room, “we’ve all watched it, Taeil-ah,” whined Johnny. 

“Y/n, have you watched it?” asks Taeyong, turning to look at you. 

You shook your head. You were told it was pretty graphic and scary and you hated anything that has got to do with blood. 

And Mark knew that, so he would always avoid watching scary movies with you. 

“Should we watch it again? Since y/n hasn’t watched it?” suggests Taeyong, looking at the members for confirmation. The rest of the boys nod their head in agreement.

“Hyung,” your boyfriend voices out, “I don’t think—”

“No,” you quickly deny with a smile, “let’s watch it,”

Taeyong shrugs and plays the movie. 

Mark bit his lip.

A few minutes later, you felt your phone vibrate, you noticed it was Mark who has texted you. You turn to look at Jaehyun, making sure he wasn’t looking. You lowered the brightness of your phone before opening Mark’s text message. 

Markie Pooh: will you be okay?

You turn to look at Mark, but he was staring at the TV screen with a straight face. 

You bit back a smile as you typed a reply. 

You: yes, don’t worry abt me :) 

Mark quickly looked down at his phone to see your reply before keeping his phone away again. Your boyfriend let out a cough before shifting nearer to you until your shoulders were touching. 

You tried to hide your smile by looking down before looking back up, trying to keep a straight face. 

Mark had already watched the movie with the boys when it first came out. He knew when there was going to be a bloody scene. 

So, before the scene started, he had secretly reached for your hand under the blanket. 

You felt his fingers slowly reaching for yours, letting his fingers lace with yours. You tightly grip his hands, not wanting to let go. When you saw the bloody scene, your grip on your boyfriend’s hands tightened as he soothingly strokes the back of your hand with his thumb, hoping it would calm you. 

His fingers on yours distracted you from the graphic show that was playing. You were smiling like a crazy woman as Mark continued to stroke your hand with his thumb. 

“Are you… smiling?” asks Jaehyun as he turned to look at you weirdly. His question made everyone in the room to stare at you. 

Your eyes widen, shaking your head profusely. “No, I wasn’t,”

Johnny nodded, “you did, I saw you,”

At this point, Mark had already pulled his hand away from yours as he stares at you with amusement.

“I wasn’t smiling! It was a scary scene, why would I be smiling?” you ask them, crossing your arms defensively. 

Donghyuck lets out a sigh, “I think we all know y/n just loves horror,”

Taeil nodded, “yeah, she feeds of dead people,”

“Excuse me?!” you screech, throwing a pillow at Taeil, “what does that— no I don’t!”

The boys let out a roar of laughter, amused at how defensive you were acting.

Markie Pooh: you like that, huh? ;)

You looked down at your phone, letting out a soft scowl before reaching under the blanket to pinch Mark’s thigh. 

Mark let out a quiet squeal as he pushed your hand away. 

+Day 49 10:01PM

You were listening to Mark talk about his day. You couldn’t help but smile at how adorable he was; his pouty lips and chubby cheeks which you so desperately want to pinch. 

“Babe, are you listening?” Mark asks with a frown, noticing how you haven’t moved for the past few minutes. 

You nodded, “yes I am, baby,” you replied. 

Mark grins, “okay,” and he went back to talking about his best friend, Donghyuck. 

After hanging out with the boys for a couple of time, you and Donghyuck became close as well. Maybe because he was your boyfriend’s best friend, but you and him just got along so well that the both of you even started texting almost every day.

“So, what did you do today, babe?” asks Mark, snapping you out of your thoughts. 

“Huh? Oh, well I didn’t do anything today,” you tell him, “I cleaned my house a little bit then I took a nap,”

He puffs his cheeks out, “it’s a good thing you didn’t go out today, the air quality is really bad.”

He was always taking care of you; it always made your heart flutter. Mark was always looking out for you despite him being busy himself. Sometimes he would forget to take care of himself which always resulted in you lecturing him. 

Mark was in the middle of saying something when someone barged in his room, screaming. 

“MARK LEE!” you recognised it was Taeil’s voice. 

Mark quickly hid his phone, resting it on his chest. 

“Ah, Hyung, what are you doing here? What do you want?” you heard him ask.

You decided to mute your mic, just to be safe. 

“Why? Can’t I come in and talk to you?” asks Taeil. 

You suddenly heard a loud huff from Mark, as his phone fell off his chest and onto his white sheets. You assumed Taeil was laying on him. 

“Ah~ get out,” whined Mark, pushing the elder off him. 

You heard Taeil click his tongue. “who are you talking to? Your girlfriend?” he asks, “MARK HAS A GIRLFRIEND!” yell Taeil as you laugh out loud. 

Luckily your mic was on mute.

“I don’t have a girlfriend!” groans Mark as he stood up to push his member out of his room. He quickly locked the door before jumping back to bed, grabbing his phone. 

You unmute your mic. 

“Hi,” you giggle. 

He let out a huff, but letting out a shy smile, “Hi, so, where were we?”

+Day 57 7:57PM

Mark entered your house after taking off his shoes. He quietly took a seat at the very end couch. 

It was hard for the both of you to visit each other especially with the boys around, so you decided to have dates at your place instead. It was a good idea since no one could come over and interrupt the both of you. 

“Are you okay?” you ask Mark, noticing how he was so stiff. 

He nodded hesitantly, “it’s just…”

You waited for him to finish his sentence. 

“-awkward,” he finishes, looking up at you. 

You laugh at his words, “why?”

He shrugs, “I don’t know! I’ve never been to your place.”

Amused, you scoot closer to your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his, leaning up to whisper in his ear. 

“There’s no one else here, Mark.”

You liked teasing him. You enjoyed how he would freeze up at your words. Or when his cheeks would turn a bright red colour. Or how his palms would turn a little sweaty. 

Pulling away from you, he quickly stood up, shaking his head. “No, no, that’s not what we’re going to do.” He tells you, stepping further away from you as you looked up at him in enjoyment. 

“We’re here to watch a movie,” he says, “that’s all.”

He was convincing himself. 

+Day 69 4:13PM

Marker: babe ):

You: what

Marker: I miss you ):

Marker: )))))):

You chuckled at his texts. 

Marker: what are you doingggggg

You: I’m watching a drama

You: what are you doing?

Marker: practice ):

Marker: so bored wo u here

Marker: miss your pretty face ):

You: stop it with the sad emojis!! >:(

Marker: ):

Marker: ):

Marker: ):

Marker: ))):

You: bye

You: I’m going to put my phone on dnd

Marker: nooo don’t leave me baby

Marker: okokokokok I’ll behave

You: good

Annoying boy: hehe

Annoying boy: wht are u up to babyyyy

Annoying boy: wait I already asked that

You: yes u did, u loser

Annoying boy: can I come over later?

You: y 

Annoying boy: causeee I miss u 

You: fine but not too long

You: I don’t want the boys to be all suspicious

Annoying boy: ok bb!!! I won’t hehehe ok

Annoying boy: I have to go now!!

Annoying boy: ily!! Bye bye 

You: see you later

+Day 74 2:36AM

You had one of your leg bent on Mark’s thigh, your hand resting on his chest. He has one arm around your neck for comfort. 

“Mark,” you sigh. 

Mark’s eyes were glued on his phone but let out a hum at the mention of his name. His fingers stroke your shoulder as a sign to assure you that he was listening. 

“We haven’t gone on a date in so long,” you say sadly, drawing hearts on his chest with your finger.

Mark put his phone down, “you wanna go on a date?”

You look up at him and nodded. 

When he made eye contact with you, he couldn’t help but press his lips on your forehead, “okay, but we can’t get caught,”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend’s neck, pulling yourself up so you could press kisses all over his face. Mark’s face scrunch at the ticklish feeling of your lips.

“tickles,” he giggles, pulling his face away from you. 

You pout when he pulls away from you. Your eyes slowly trail off his face to his hair; your fingers automatically going up to play with the black strands. 

Fuck, Mark literally just fell in love with you. 

He enjoyed the position that the both of you were in. You- laying on top of him while he had both hands resting on your waist, staring up at you lovingly. 

“I love your black hair, Mark,” you mumble, eyes stuck on the boy’s hair. 

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” you nod, “never dye it any other colour,” you look down at him, “or I’ll get mad,” you joke. 

He laughs, “Anything for my girl,”

Your boyfriend’s hands that was resting on your waist, went up to stroke your back softly. He put a little pressure on your back, pushing you down to capture your lips in his. 

+Day 80 11:22PM

It was another movie night with the boys.

This time it was Donghyuck who had invited you over since promotions are over. 

You walked over to sit next to Mark, but you heard Donghyuck whine your name. 

“Sit with me~”

You let out a smile, sitting next to Haechan. The boy immediately grabs your arm, wrapping it around his shoulders before cuddling against you. 

Your met Mark’s gaze from across the room. You could tell he was pissed from the way he was nibbling on his lip and clenching his fist. He looked away, typing into his phone. 

You felt your phone vibrate, knowing it was from Mark. You didn’t bother checking the message because it was too risky, especially with Haechan cuddled to your side. 

✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

A few hours and lots of movies of later, the boys finally grew tired and decided to call it a night.

Since it was too late for you to head back home, the boys offered you to sleep over. You told them you would take the couch. They were a little hesitant to let a girl sleep on the couch, but you managed to convince them. 

It wasn’t like you would be sleeping on the couch anyway. 

Once you were sure that everyone was in their respective rooms, you quietly sneaked into your boyfriend’s bedroom. 

“Mark?” you whisper, opening the door quietly. 

When you saw the mop of black hair laying on the pillow, you smile, closing the door quietly, your feet padding towards the bed. 

You pull the blanket down so you could lay next to your lover. You rest your arm on his waist as you snuggle closer to him. 

“Hi handsome,” you whisper, letting out a giggle as you stare at his pretty face. A frown replaced your smile when he didn’t reply to you. “Are you okay, baby?”

Mark could only pout. You pout along with him, the hand resting on his waist going up to push away the stray hair from his face. 

“Why are you pouting?” you ask quietly, pressing a kiss to his pouty lips. 

He pouts even more, “why did you sit with Haechan just now? Why didn’t you sit with me?”

You bit back a grin that was forming, “why? Were you jealous?”

He frowns and shook his head, “no! why would I be jealous of Haechan?”

“Really?” you ask, “if you’re not jealous then I’ll sit with Haechan from now on,” you tease, your fingers now caressing his exposed chest. 

He shrugs, “fine by me,”

You suddenly stood up, letting his arm fall on your lap, “actually, I’ll even go sleep with him,” you continued to pester Mark, enjoying the way it was bothering him. 

“Hey!” he whisper-shout, his hands wrapped on your wrist, stopping you from getting out of bed, “You can’t do that!”

You chuckle, laying back down with your boyfriend, “I won’t, dummy,” you flick his forehead.

He lets out a satisfied sigh, pulling you closer until his cheeks were resting on the top of your head. 

“You’re mine. Mine only.”

+Day 89 12:35AM

The both of you were on facetime again. 

Despite being only 30 minutes apart, the both of you couldn’t meet; not wanting anyone to catch the both of you. Furthermore, you felt bad, since Mark had just finished practice, it would be tiring for him to come over your place. 

There was a sudden knock on Mark’s door. Your boyfriend hastily hid his phone and you naturally mute your mic. 

“You busy?” you heard someone ask, from the voice, you assumed it was Taeyong. 

“No,” Mark reply. 

“Were you talking to someone? Is it y/n?” asks Taeyong. 

Mark pretend to grimace at your name, “why would I be calling y/n?”

Taeyong shrugs, “we all kinda assumed you had a crush on y/n,”

“Ew,” Mark shook his head, “I’ll never like y/n,” he says, “she’s not even my type.”

You knew he was just saying that to stop the suspicions of the both of you dating but what he said actually hurts. 

“Really?” Taeyong questions, “we were so sure you would like y/n,”

“I swear, Hyung. Y/N isn’t even my type, her personality isn’t even my type,” Mark tries to persuade the older boy. 

Now that actually really hurts. 

You weren’t sure if he was just lying or saying the truth. 

You couldn’t bare to listen another second of their conversation, so you immediately hung up. 

Markie: baby

Markie: whyd u end the call haha

Markie: Taeyong’s gone call me back hehe

2 missed calls

Markie: why are you not picking up??

1 missed call

Markie: call me baaackkkk babe

Markie: did u fall asleep?? Haha

Markie: but it’s so early tho :(

Markie: I guess you’re asleep~

Markie: ok goodnight baby sleep tight dream of me :3

Markie: I love youuuuuuuu

+Day 90 12:46PM

Markie: good morning my love

Markie: can we call??

Markie: I kinda miss you haha 

1 missed call

Markie: heeyyyyy

Markie: are you ignoring me?

Markie: I didn’t want to think you were ignoring me, but I feel like you r

Markie: did I do something wrong? :/

Markie: can you tell me what it is at least?

Markie: at least we can talk it out or at least I can apologize?

Markie: babe

You: why did you say that

Markie: say what?

You: yesterday

You: what you said about me

You: tht I wasn’t your type nd all 

Markie: call me

Few seconds later, you received a call from your boyfriend. You answered the call, placing your phone on your ear. 

“I didn’t mean what I said,” he quickly says, “I just wanted to convince him that we weren’t dating,”

You were quiet for a while; you could hear Mark’s heavy breathing. You knew he was stressed with work and all, and you being sulky definitely wasn’t helping him. 

You let out a sigh, “I know.”

“Was it too much?” he asks you. 

“No,” you answer, “I just, I was just overthinking it and—”

“I get it,” he cuts you off, “don’t worry about it,”

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out, “I know you’re really busy and stressed over work and I’m just making you feel worse by overthinking and all—”

“Hey,” he cuts you off again, “Don’t worry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

You couldn’t help but feel sorry.

“Sorry,” you apologised again. 

“Apologize one more time and I’ll end the call,” he jokes. 

+Day 100 8:35PM

Mark hid his hands behind his back, holding the small box in his hand tightly as he faced you with a cheeky smile. 

“What do you have behind your back, Mark Lee?” you ask, squinting your eyes at him suspiciously. 

It was your 100th day together, and since the both of you couldn’t go out to celebrate, the both of you agreed to celebrate at your place instead. 

Since Mark couldn’t make it special for you, he decided to get you a present, just to make-up for all the secret dates. 

“It’s a present,” he answers cheekily. “I got you something to make up for all the secret dates,”

You pout at his words, “I’m okay with all the sneaking around, Mark,”

Your hands going up to his jaw, your thumb caressing his cheek softly. Mark loves your touches; he couldn’t help but lean into your touch. 

Tilting his head a little, he pressed a small kiss against your palm, one of his hands reaching to grab your hands in his. 

“I bought it because I think you’ll look good in it,” he tells you, pulling out the box from behind. 

You gasp when you saw the Tiffany & Co. box. 

“Mark,” you exclaim, looking up at him, “that’s expensive!”

“You haven’t even seen it yet!” he laughs. 

He slowly opens the box, showing off the elegant 18k diamond necklace. 

Your hands went up to your mouth, gasping. 

“Mark Lee,” you shook your head, “you’re fucking crazy,”

He smiles, satisfied with your reaction, “do you like it?”

“Are you crazy? It’s beautiful!” you tell him. “But all I bought for you were $15 chocolates but here you are— gifting me an 18k diamond necklace!”

Mark giggles, pulling out the necklace from it’s box. 

“Turn around,” he murmurs. You automatically turn around, pulling your hair to one side so he could easily put the necklace on you. 

He swiftly place the pretty necklace around your neck, pinning it. You turn around to face him. 

“Pretty?” you ask him, tilting your head a little. 

“Gorgeous,” he responds, a smirk playing on his lips.

Just as you were about to reply, you heard a knock on your door. Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion, who would come over at this timing?

Mark frowns, “did you invite someone?”

You shook your head, “No, stay here, I’ll go see who it is.”

You stood up, walking to your door, checking the peephole, finding out who is on the other side of the door. You let out a soft gasp when you saw Donghyuck standing behind the door. 

You quickly kick Mark’s shoes under the cabinet at the front door then running over to your boyfriend. 

“Who—”

You grabbed Mark’s arms, pulling him up. “Fuck, it’s Haechan,”

He let you pull him into your bedroom with furrowed eyebrows, “why is he here?”

You shake your head, pushing Mark into your walk-in wardrobe, “I have no idea. Stay here, I’ll try to distract him, okay?”

You didn’t even let him answer, already rushing out, making sure to close your bedroom door. 

When you opened the door, Haechan immediately walked in, whining on how you were taking forever to answer the door. 

It has been 15 minutes and Haechan still hasn’t left and Mark was growing tired and sweaty in your wardrobe.

Baby Mark: is he still there

You: yeah

Baby Mark: fuuuck

Baby Mark: tell him to leave

Baby Mark: it’s so hot in here :(

You: I’m trying!! He just won’t leave

You: are you okay in there

Baby Mark: no

You: fine just get out of the wardrobe and stay in my room

You: sorry

You: make sure u lock the door and don’t make too much noise

Baby Mark: okay

+Day 101 2:34AM

You let out a heavy sigh when Donghyuck finally left. Closing your eyes tightly, you let out another heavy breath. You could finally sit down and rest. 

Oh shit— Mark!

You ambled towards your bedroom, twisting it open, realising it wasn’t locked. 

This little shit. 

When you walked in your bedroom, you were met with your boyfriend laying on your bed, hugging one of your pillows, asleep. Your heart warmed at the sight, you felt bad making him wait for hours when it was your 100th day as a couple. 

Walking closer, you climbed in next to him. Your hands caressed his hair and his pretty face. 

“I’m sorry for making you wait for so long,” you whisper. 

You didn’t know what made you so emotional, but you couldn’t help but tear up. 

You really didn’t know why. Maybe because he had gone out of his way just to see you. And maybe because he had to wait for hours just for you and in the end both of you couldn’t celebrate the special day. 

“You’re the best boyfriend I could ever ask for—” you choked a sob, a hand going up to cover your mouth. 

Taking a deep breath, you continue, “You do so much for me and I’m always messing up.”

For once, you were thankful that your boyfriend was a heavy sleeper. 

“I love you, Mark,” you mumble, your eyes scanning his face, appreciating everything about him. “Remember that.”

After wiping your dried tears, you slide next to him, removing the pillow that was between you two. Snuggling right into his arms, your head resting on his chest while his cheek was pressed on the crown of your head. 

“I love you,” you whisper one last time before falling into a deep slumber. 

+Day 124 7:28PM

The dome was filled with loud voices, everyone was holding their green NCT lightsticks. You felt out of place, especially when you didn’t have any kind of lightstick or poster on you. 

You nervously took a seat on your assigned seat, waiting for your boyfriend to come out. 

NCT was holding a concert after a while and Taeyong had given you free tickets to support them. 

Mark had actually gotten hold of an extra ticket for you and was about to surprise you but found out that his members had already invited you. He was a little bummed out about it but shrugged it off. 

The light dimmed and the crowd started cheering. The girls around you started squealing in excitement. 

Soon, the boys started performing. When your boyfriend’s face was on the screen, you couldn’t help but grin at his cute face. 

The fans next to you would squeal and gush at how adorable your boyfriend is. You were proud that he was your boyfriend, sadly you couldn’t show him off. 

At the end of the concert, the boys lined up in the middle of the huge stage. They started thanking the fans for coming and supporting them. 

“But I think Mark is really happy today,” Jaehyun suddenly blurted out, turning to face Mark. 

The camera started zooming in to your boyfriend’s face. 

Mark’s eyes widen , confused, “what, why? Why?”

“Because his girlfriend is here!” Jaehyun screams into the mic as the boys let out a string of weird noises. 

Mark froze on the spot as everyone went crazy over the statement. 

“Wha—”

“Okay, we will end this concert here! Thank you everyone for coming!”

Before everyone was even ready to leave, you had already run to meet your boyfriend back stage. 

Fuck, did Jaehyun actually say that?

You’re met with the sweaty boys laughing in the dressing room. 

“What the fuck was that?” you ask breathlessly as you scan each of the boys facial expression. 

“Uh oh, his girlfriend is here,” joked Johnny, staring at you with amusement. 

Mark turned to stare at the boys, “you guys knew?!”

“You guys weren’t very discreet.”

You were already standing next to your boyfriend, “how did you guys know?”

“You really think we won’t see the both of you holding hands in a public place?” scoffs Doyoung. 

Taeyong shrugs, “Mark never brings girls to the recording room.”

Your face turned red at Taeyong’s comment as Mark groans at his words. 

“And you think I wouldn’t see you guys holding hands under the blanket? Jesus,” sighs Jaehyun, rolling his eyes. 

“Fuck you,” Mark replies while Jaehyun flashes the middle finger to his friend. 

“Also, you talk way too loud y/n,” Taeil says, Taeyong immediately agreeing with him. 

“Or maybe the walls are too thin?” Taeyong questions. 

“Oh my god,” you whisper, embarrassed. ���So, you guys heard everything?”

“Wish we didn’t,” shrugs Johnny. 

Mark had quietly reached for your hand, a habit he had whenever he’s nervous. 

“Also, I knew Mark was at your place, that’s why I came over,” laughs Haechan. 

You had let go of Mark’s hands to stomp over to the boy, hitting his back. “Lee Donhyuck! Did you know how long he had to wait in my wardrobe?!”

Haechan rolls his eyes, “oh please, you let him out because he was sweating.”

You let out a loud gasp, “you knew that too?!”

“Which idiot would put their password as 0000?”

“You went through my phone?!” you raised your voice, hitting the boy on the back once more. 

With furrowed eyebrows you frown and let out a sigh, “now what? Everyone knows Mark has a girlfriend,”

“I checked Twitter,” Jungwoo says, “some weren’t very happy but there are many who are supportive,”

Your frown deepens. You knew this would happen. It would affect Mark’s career badly; that was the main reason the both of you kept your relationship a secret. 

You turn to look at your boyfriend who was looking incredibly stressed right now. 

“Don’t worry y/n,” assures Johnny, you turn to look at him. “Mark is one of the most experienced and hardworking people in SM, I’m sure they’ll let you both off,”

You had your arms crossed defensively, “are you okay with this, Mark?”

You were worried for your boyfriend. 

You knew how much being on stage meant to him. He would do anything to continue performing. 

“I…I think so?” he says after a minute of pure silence. 

You pout slightly at his words. 

“I just wanna rest right now, I’m tired.”

The boys quickly agree with the younger. Everyone started standing up, grabbing their bags, leaving the room. 

You stayed with your boyfriend, accompanying him.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” you ask him again. 

He kept letting out sad sighs and it was concerning you. 

“Honestly,” he started, “I don’t know,” he turns to look at you. 

The palm of your hands automatically going up to stroke his back, attempting to comfort him. 

“I just… I just wanna be with you right now,”

You lean closer to him. “Okay.”

“Whatever it is,” he says, “we will go through it together.”

[meltwonu]

24. “Behave.”

34. “Tell me what you want.”

notes; a little flustered woozi & a little dom!woozi peekin out, bunny!hybrid!reader, dirty talk, mild corruption kink, not necessarily virgin!reader just a little inexperienced!reader, size kink, fingering 😗💕 remember that ep of gose where he gets annoyed and flustered bc of the pc game heheheheh, but also the pic of him on weverse at the gym from that angle…☠️ also if we get a lot of jihoon smut this week and next just let it be known that video of him dancing was him reminding me I’m still his wh0re and that I didn’t plan accordingly okay dkjfhskjhf LMAO also I changed the plot a litttleee but the idea is still the same fjhddsf As always, thank you so much for requesting! Enjoy! 💕😭

It’s been two days since Minghao dropped you off at Jihoon’s.

‘It’s really not that hard, just make sure to follow her dietary needs and you’re fine!’ He’d said - grin wide when he peeked his head in Jihoon’s front door one last time. ‘Call me if you have any questions, hyung!’

Jihoon had, admittedly, no knowledge on how to care for hybrids and couldn’t understand why Minghao asked him in particular to care for you while he was out of town but Jihoon had said yes; head nodding slowly at the taller male when he’d all but begged.

He’d spent the first day completely avoiding you, but seemed to warm up to you when he realized how easy it was to watch after you. 

“Jihoon, is everything okay?”

He peers at you from across the living room, watching as you take a seat on the sofa across from him.

“Ah, yeah, sorry, just got lost in my thoughts.” He shuts his laptop, hand over his stomach.

“Wanna have lunch?”

Minghao calls that same day - just as Jihoon is easing under the covers for bed.

‘I have to stay out here for at least two more nights, hyung… I’m really sorry, but is that okay? Is everything fine? She’s behaving, right? I promise I’ll be back asap but I just can’t miss these meetings...’

Jihoon tells him everything is okay - deciding to leave out how your demeanor had shifted quickly after lunch from bubbly and energetic to lethargic and forced when he interacted with you.

Not to mention he found you snooping around his closet after his shower and found some of his workout shirts missing from his stacks of clothes.

He couldn’t tell exactly what was going on but he figured he’d ask you in the morning.

A thud startles Jihoon out of bed at 5AM - throat dry and eyes glued shut when he attempts to roll out of bed to see what’s going on.

“Wh--”

“Mmh…”

You clutch another one of Jihoon’s shirts in your hand, watching as the male tries to adjust to the dark room. “Wh--what are you doing out of bed? In my closet?” The sleep still clutching onto Jihoon makes his voice deeper and you find it going straight to your core as you whine from your position on the floor.

“I--I--H-help…”

Your shaky voice sends Jihoon on high alert, eyes honing in on you immediately. “Wait, are you hurt? What’s wrong?”

Shit, Minghao’s gonna kill me.

He shuffles over to you quickly, kneeling in front of you as the tears form in your eyes and your entire body trembles when you breathe in his scent. “What happened? Are you okay?”

“M-my h--heat…”

Your what?

Jihoon is glad for the darkness because his cheeks are red and he’s flustered - unsure what that even meant. “I--I don’t f-follow…? Are you overheating? Do you need the AC on?”

Any other time, you’d probably laugh. But the pain and pleasure surging through your body only make you cry out and clutch onto his shirt tighter. “A-ah, ne--need to n-nest…” You squirm and try to get up but Jihoon is quick to place his hands on your shoulders and keep you where you were.

“No, you have to tell me what’s wrong. I--I need to call Minghao if you’re hurting! I don’t---I don’t know what to do!” He gets frustrated, almost tempted to tug on his already mussed hair in mild panic when you only squirm and whine more.

“Goddamn it, what’s wrong?!”

The annoyed panic in his voice turns you on more than it should as a rush of wetness soaks into your panties.

“...fuck m-me… Jihoon...”

Jihoon doesn’t understand anything.

“O-oh, pl--please… Jihoon…”

Confusion crossing his features when you’d taken him back to the guest room you were staying in and found a pile of his clothes on the bed and confusion making his head spin when you’d taken his hand and put it right against your soaked panties.

“I’m so w-wet… Ah, need you to f-fuck me…”

What did you call it again?

“T-this… heat of yours… What is it? What does Minghao do when you… have it.” Jihoon’s hand is shaky as you grind against it and despite all the confusion and desire to yell at the younger male when he has the chance - he can’t deny the way his body reacts to you and the desperation in your voice.

“I--mmh, it’s--it’s when hybrids need to m-mate…” You let out a shaky moan when you feel Jihoon start to move his hand against your clothed folds on his own. “M-Minghao has me, ah, on suppressants but it’s--it’s e-early…”

“So he doesn’t fuck you?”

“N-no…”

Jihoon feels his mouth water. “So have you fucked anyone during your heats?”

“N-no… Just s-sometimes, mmh, I p-play with myself w-when the suppressants don’t really w-work… But it’s n-not enough…”

He might not be a hybrid himself, but the primal feeling that pours over him is enough to make him see red as he pulls his hand away from you.

“Tell me what you want.” His voice is clipped, eyes boring holes into you even in the dark. “I can give you what you want but I need to hear it from your mouth because once I start... there’s no going back, bun.”

You meet his piercing stare with teary eyes; already too far gone and in too much pain to care about the possible repercussions if Minghao found out.

“J--Jihoon, please… Please fuck me!”

Jihoon resists the urge to just sheath his cock inside your tight warmth; instead, lithe fingers knuckle deep inside of you as you squirm and try to fuck yourself on them.

“M-more! More!”

You wrap a hand around his wrist, crying out and trying to get him to thrust his fingers into you faster.

“Behave. Don’t be so impatient, bun. I’m still learning here too, okay?” He mumbles, soft and quiet as he tries to keep his cool.

Jihoon liked to believe he adapted well to new situations but even this was out of the ordinary for him as he watched you turn your head to the side and muffle your cries into your fuzzy bunny ears.

“You’re so impatient for a bun who’s never actually fucked during your heat…” He licks his lips; scissoring and curling his fingers right into your g-spot as hot tears spring to your eyes. “So much uncharted territory, huh, bun? Are you sure you can even take my cock? What if it doesn’t fit, hmm? Will you be satisfied just rutting against it and making yourself cum?”

The thought alone has your mouth watering - already imagining the delicious stretch of his cock inside of you. “Mmh, m-make me take i-it… I can t-take it!”

“I’ll have to prep you nice and well… Maybe let you cum a few times before I sink my cock into your cute ‘lil pussy.” He grimaces at his own words; knowing damn well he was already throbbing in his sweats and would probably cum sooner than he thought too.

Your walls clamp down onto his fingers as you mewl and arch your back away from the bed sheets and the pile of Jihoon’s shirts underneath you. “Ah, m-my heats… l-last a few, ngh, d-days… I’ll be so gooood at taking your cock...”

“Days!?” Jihoon freezes; eyes threatening to bulge out of his head. He thought it’d be a few hours but not days. 

Fuck, Minghao’s really gonna kill me.

“Mmh… You have a-a lot to teach me…” Your voice is slurred, head fuzzy with the overwhelming sensations as Jihoon’ fingers thrust into you even slower.

An intoxicating smirk carves its way onto his features as he positions a third finger at your entrance.

“Oh? What do you want to learn, bun? I can teach you so much… Maybe I’ll teach you how to take my cock down your throat… Let you choke on it and get you nice and messy… Fuck, you’d look so pretty riding my cock too… Just watching you sink down onto me, taking all of me like a good bun should…” Jihoon feels his mouth water even more; fucking you with three of his nimble fingers as he adds his thumb to your clit.

Your whines only get louder and louder, wetness soaking your inner thighs and the sheets and clothes underneath you as Jihoon brings you closer and closer to your first orgasm out of many.

“Maybe we should get some toys tomorrow morning? If you can even wait for me to get back. Hah, or will your needy ‘lil pussy crave to be filled so bad that you’ll be fingering your pretty pussy? Hmm? Maybe grinding down onto one of these pillows until you cum?”

“O-oh, god, J--Jihoon!”

He chuckles softly as your body convulses underneath him - using his free hand to palm himself over his sweats as he watches you.

“Mm, I have so many things to teach you in the next few days, bun~ We should  really get started now, hmm?”

One New Unread Message

7:23AM

From: Minghao

‘Good news, hyung! I’ll be back sooner than anticipated!’

[cobaltusami]

I made a trope in a discord server and realized it could work for Ishimondo. Whether Taka is person A or B it could work perfectly

asjskngf angryboisaywhat--

Oh my gods yES! That is so perfect for them!

Hhh i can't resist--

Now I'm inspired... Ishimondo drabble below the cut :DD

EDIT AFTER WRITING: I mean't for this to be shorter but it ended up at 1098 words hehe... Oh well!

Taka wandered around the school looking for his boyfriend. eventually he strolled into the rec room and spotted him sitting In the corner of the room, pouting like a damn child.

He went to approach him but Makoto pulled him aside and warned him that he was really grumpy today, and that he had already tried to start a fight with each one of his friends in that room.

"Thank you for your concern, Makoto! But I know how to handle him!" Taka reassured with a bright smile, shrugging off his hand and approaching the sulking biker.

Mondo glanced up at his beaming boyfriend for a split second before going back to sketching something in his notepad... something Taka has encouraged him to do when he wasn't feeling very social. He found it calmed him down.

Typically he would sketch simple things like scenery, but sometimes he would sketch out projects he wanted to make when he got better at carpentry.

"Hello, Kyoudai!" Taka greeted cheerfully, sitting down on the floor next to him. "I heard you aren't In a great mood today, Do you want to talk about It?"

"No." He mumbled, his eyes never leaving the paper.

Taka glanced down at the paper just in time for Mondo to scribble out the drawing out of frustration and flip the sheet to a new one aggressively. (same Mondo same)

The hall monitor gently put his hand on Mondo's to stop him from drawing a new image. "Mondo, Why did you cross out that one? It looked good."

"No It didn't." He huffed, setting the pad and pen down. "It's fucking trash, just like all my other ones."

"Hey! don't say that!"

"It's fuckin' true. I just need to face the facts that I'll never be good enough to be a carpenter..."

Taka frowned, he hated seeing Mondo get in these moods. He might not show it all the time but he was actually really self conscious about carpentry and showing people his concepts and creations.

He racked his brain for the best response, and after a moment of silence, he knew just how to deal with his bad mood.

Taka snuck his arm around Mondo's waist, resting his hand on his side. "You know that's not true, Kyoudai. Whoever said those horrible things Is very wrong!"

Mondo didn't even sense the danger he was in. He just remained silent, brushing off Taka's attempts to make him feel better.

"Come on, Kyoudai... Where's that smile?" He cooed, squeezing his side.

The biker tensed, biting the inside of his cheek to fight the urge to smile and giggle like a dork. "You're not getting It." He pressed out from behind gritted teeth.

Taka took this as a challenge.

He also took note of the playful glimmer in Mondo's eyes when he said this, welcoming the challenge.

"Well," Taka stopped squeezing his side, smiling at the brief look of disappointment on Mondo's face. "Then I guess I might as well not ever try this,"

He poked at both of his bottom ribs at the same time, causing the bigger man to jerk in surprise.

"And I suppose this button would be useless too." He prodded at his stomach, drawing a sound similar to a whine in response.

"T-Taka! Knock It ohohohohoff! hehehehehe!" He broke out into a fit of giggles when the poking and prodding to his stomach increased rapidly.

"This Is probably useless too." Taka sighed dramatically as he slipped his fingers under the Bikers arms, wiggling them lightly.

Mondo squealed, falling over onto his side as his giggles picked up.

"Nahahaha! Tahahahahaka! Heheheheheheh!"

Taka smiled at the way Mondo practically laid still for him, silently welcoming the tickles. "Yes?" He hummed softly.

"Ihihihit tihihihickles!"

"Astute observation, My ticklish Kyoudai~" He cooed teasingly, continuing to lightly tickle his boyfriend.

This went on for a bit, until Mondo was gasping between giggles. Taka could tell he had enough so he ceased his teasing tickles.

Mondo laid there for a few minutes recovering, he was still giggling lightly as he caught his breath. He had a big grin plastered on his face still.

"Do you feel better now?" Taka asked gently, to which Mondo nodded.

"Yea... Thanks, babe." He said quietly, sitting up and wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Now that you're calm, what got you so upset in the first place?" Hiro spoke up, reminding the two that they weren't actually alone in the room.

"Yeah, It's not like you to just pick fights randomly anymore." Chihiro agreed.

Mondo sighed as his friends came over to join the two in the floor. "Ah, I was sketching some possible shit to build and Byakuya and Hifumi were making fun of it." He explained. "Hifumi kept comparing my drawings to his fuckin' manga, and Byakuya was insulting it."

"Well first off, Byakuya's full of shit anyway." Leon scoffed. "Hiro and I will deal with him."

"Yeah!"

Chihiro picked up the abandoned art pad and lightly dragged a graphite pencil across the clean piece of paper, revealing most of the picture Mondo crossed out.

"Mondo, From what I can see of it... This drawing is really good." Chihiro complimented. Hiro, Makoto, and Leon all looked over the small programmer's shoulder to look at it too.

"Yeah! It's a dresser right?" Makoto asked, Mondo nodded silently in response. "It's nice!"

Leon grinned. "Ooh, that would look really good In like, maybe a mahogany wood??"

"What's Mahogany?" Hiro asked, receiving an eyeroll from Leon.

"Mondo... When you feel comfortable with It, I would love for you to make me a new desk or something!" Chihiro smiled cheerfully.

"Ooh! or a guitar case!"

As his friends threw out suggestions and praised him, he couldn't help but smile and look over at Taka. He felt a lot better, he even got inspired by his friends for a few new projects and began jotting them down.

While he did, Taka looked at the dresser concept fondly. Something caught his eye in the vague details that were saved by Chihiro's pencil trick.

'M + T'

Their initials were engraved in the side of it, in a tiny heart shape. Mondo planned to make this for their house one day whenever they decided to move in together.

Taka couldn't help but smile lovingly at his dork of a boyfriend, who was none the wiser that he'd caught that detail.

Chihiro put a hand on Taka's shoulder, silently letting him know they saw it too. "You're really lucky." they said quietly to Taka.

"Yeah, I really am."

[prettyboybarzal]

Dancing with Our Hands Tied (4)

A/N: Apologizing in advance (except not really). Pleeeease let me know what you think! Come scream in my ask heheheheh Chapter 5 out next Sunday!

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it, mates) & alcohol

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You knew you shouldn’t bring Charlie along with you to hang out with your friends, but you went against your better judgement anyway and it was all Pierre’s fault. He just had to get under your skin and question your engagement with Charlie to the point that you felt you needed to prove something. So, even though he spent almost the entire day protesting it, Charlie found himself in the middle of a group of drunk 20-something-year-olds on a Friday night.

What you thought would be a means to an end in getting Pierre to leave you alone only ended up being a disaster, and you found yourself wishing that someone, anyone, even Pierre, would rescue you from Charlie’s constant whining.

“Another round?” Josh asked, grin wide as he waited for the go ahead from the rest of the group before stalking off to the bar for shots, most likely of Tequila because Josh liked to cause chaos.

“Yes!” you shouted, blatantly ignoring Charlie’s grip on your thigh that indicated he wasn’t happy with your decision. You turned to him with a smile. “You want one, right?”

“No, YN,” he barked. “I don’t.”

“What’s your problem?”

“You’re being crazy!”

“I’m not being crazy!” you growled. He rolled his eyes. “I’m just having fun.”

The rest of the table was watching you fight with him, or at least trying not to and failing desperately, but thankfully Josh returned with a new tray of shots to derail the argument.You grabbed a glass and slugged it down without an ounce of regret or care for what Charlie had to say.

“I’m going to get some air,” he snapped as he stormed off to the back patio of the bar. You rolled your eyes at his retreating form and placed the glass back on the table.

“I’ll be back.”

---

Pierre had been watching you all night, though he was sure he wasn’t the only one. Your hushed arguments with Charlie weren’t all that hushed, afterall, and everyone exchanged awkward glances after you stormed off to follow the older man. 

He thought Charlie was harshing everyone’s mood, and he would be right about that. He winced when you threw back shots and rolled his eyes when you got a bit too loud. As you got drunker, Charlie got more restless, and a blow up was imminent. 

Now, Pierre really wasn’t the type to insert himself into other people’s bullshit. In fact, he tried to avoid it as much as possible. But it was you, it was always you that made him do stupid things and say stupid shit, and that’s why he ignored the voice in his head and followed the two of you towards the patio. 

He tried to blend in as best he could, knowing that you’d rip his head off if you saw him eavesdropping, and stood opposite the mens’ bathroom to give the allusion that he was just waiting to pee. 

“Charlie, I’m not leaving,” he heard you spat. Your voice was hushed but heightened and Pierre couldn’t stop himself from stepping closer to catch the rest of your words. “Do you even know how to have fun?”

“Jesus, YN,” Charlie groaned. “You knew I didn’t want to come! You knew I wanted to be at home. Why are you surprised that I want to go home now?”

“Just leave, Charlie!” you shouted. “You’re miserable and I’m not in the mood to deal with it tonight. I thought it would be nice to have you around my friends, but it’s actually been a nightmare.”

Charlie scoffed, mumbling something under his breath as he stormed back into the bar towards the entrance. You followed a moment later, too quickly for Pierre to hide and you noticed him standing there as soon as you reentered the bar.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Going to the bathroom,” he lied. “What? Do you have a monopoly on this hallway?”

“You’re insufferable.”

“Have you met yourself?” he asked, lip curling into a smirk. “I mean, not even your boyfriend wants to deal with you.” 

You were about to unload every insult in the book when the door to the bathroom swung open. A man stepped out, sparing you two a curious glance before he slipped away. Pierre grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the now empty bathroom. He crowded you against the door. 

“You have an attitude and the fact that he can’t get you off is making it worse. Get a grip, dump the dude, move on and fuck someone else.”

“He’s not my fucking boyfriend, Pierre.”

“Then what the hell is stopping you?”

Absolutely nothing, apparently, because you leaned up and captured his lips with yours, fingers curling into the hair at the back of his head while he locked the bathroom door behind you. Pierre pressed you against it, thigh slotting between your legs. 

You knew it was ridiculous that this was happening and maybe that last Tequila shot was the reason you were letting this happen, but every coherent thought exited your head as soon as he was attaching his lips to your throat. His hands gripped your waist to hold you closer. The friction between your cunt and his thigh shot right to your core. He helped you grind against his thight, just the fabric of your thong covering your core. 

You tugged his lips to yours by gripping his neck, he followed willingly, tongue swiping along your bottom lip before pulling it between his teeth and sucking. When he pulled away, his hand came to rest around the base of your neck. His fingers pressed into your jaw, forcing you to make eye contact with him.

“I can fuck you so much better than he can. You want that?” he asked. He reached his hand beneath your skirt and pushed aside the lace covering you up. His fingers found your clit and you whimpered at his touch. “I said do you want that?”

“Yes,” you choked out. He hummed. You gasped as his fingers entered you, head thrown back against the door.

“I know Charlie couldn’t have made you this wet,” he said, pulling his fingers out and leaving you deflated. It was that moment of a pause that allowed you the coherency to try and gain control of the situation. 

With a raised brow and an unimpressed stare you began to ask, “Are you going to fuck me or--”

Pierre groaned as he pulled you to the mirror,  pressing your hips against the counter so that you were looking at yourselves in the mirror. You quivered at the sight of him behind you, tall and broad. You’d never denied that he was inherently attractive, but seeing him basically tower over you, feeling his hands engulf parts of your body, set something off in your brain and your pussy that reminded you he was far more attractive than you’d admitted before.

“You’re gonna watch what happens when a real man fucks you,” he murmured low in your ear. You moaned in response to his words. He made quick work of your skirt, pushing it over your ass to get a good look. Only briefly did he get caught up in the feeling of your soft skin beneath his calloused hands. He caught you staring and hooked his finger in your thong, yanking it down your legs. His pants followed.

He entered you hastily and leaned forward with a groan, forehead pressed against your shoulder as he filled you up. You cursed as he pulled your hips back into his to bury himself deeper.

With a shaky breath, he spoke, “You’re so fucking tight.”

He was so much larger than Charlie and it felt so good to be stretched like that. He wrapped your hair in his fist and tugged so that you were looking at yourself in the mirror. He pulled out and thrust back into you, bottoming out and watching as your mouth fell open with a loud moan. He was quick to pull your back to his chest and muffle your sounds with his free hand.

“As much as I want to hear you scream, you’re going to have to be quiet if you want to leave here with some dignity, okay?”

He released you from his grip and pushed you back onto your hands, fingers curling into your hair once more to make sure you watched while he fucked you. His thrusts were deep and slow and you were a moaning mess beneath him, unable to hold his gaze in the mirror because with each thrust you were rolling your eyes back in pleasure.

“Tell me how this feels.”

“S-so good.”

“You can do better than that,” he grunted, hand curling around your throat to pull you upright.

“I fucking hate you.”

It was the hottest sex you’d ever had and that realization made your head spin. He was using you, you were using him, and it felt so fucking good.

He gripped your thigh and placed your leg on the counter, cunt on display in the mirror as he fucked you deeper and harder. His finger circled your clit. Before long, you were rubbing yourself against his hand and pushing back onto his dick as you chased your high. The moans you’d been suppressing were released as his thrusts became more erratic.

“Look at yourself,” he whispered. “All fucked out because of me. Such a slut for me, huh?”

The curses and moans falling from your mouth coupled with the sound of his cock slamming into you created an obscene backtrack to the music the DJ was playing. You were thankful he was loud enough to drown your sounds out. Pierre pulled your back to his chest once more as he helped your along to orgasm. His own hips faltered, thrusts becoming sloppy, as he chased his own high.

“Cum.”

The demand sent you over the edge. You unraveled beneath him, head thrown back against his shoulder as you moaned, legs shaking from the aftershocks as he fucked you through it. He watched you fall apart in the mirror as he continued railing you, cocky smirk on his lips. The stimulation was too much and you were seeing stars as he worked towards his own orgasm. Finally, he pulled out, continuing to pump his length until he came, cum dripping down your ass and the back of your thighs. 

The silence that followed was deafening. 

Pierre dressed himself and grabbed paper towels to wipe his cum off your skin. After tossing them, he turned to find you fully dressed and fixing yourself in the mirror. He stepped up beside you, once again crowding you against the counter. He gripped your ass with one of his hands and whispered in your ear, “Next time, just forget your underwear. Save us the time.”

---

You woke up to three things.

The first: a text from Charlie apologizing for the night before. 

The second: a massive hangover migraine.

The third: the memory of Pierre taking you against the sink in a bar bathroom. 

What a fucking mess. 

You responded to the text to let him know that you’d talk later, you popped an Advil and prayed the hangover would go away, and then you texted Josh and requested Plan B because although you were on birth control and Pierre pulled-out, you could never be too safe.

“Chuckie boy doesn’t strike me as the type to go raw without being in a committed relationship.”

“Just, please, just shut up,” you groaned, snatching the box out of his hands as he pushed past you and entered the apartment. 

Okay, so you lied to him. What else were you supposed to do? Tell him that the teammate you hated the most railed you in a bathroom while he was on the dance floor? He wouldn’t have let you hear the end of it. So, if he assumed Charlie was the one hitting it raw, then you’d let him assume.

“Did he leave early last night? I swear you were with us later than he was.”

“Yeah, I ended up at his apartment after.”

It was easy to ignore any suspicions about yours and Pierre’s whereabouts because your friends were too drunk and too busy dancing to even notice you were both gone. Besides, Pierre left the bathroom a bit before you to keep all the questions you’d’ve gotten if you arrived back together at bay.

“Take your baby blocker pills and get ready for brunch.”

 Unsurprisingly, the girls planned a brunch just a few blocks away from your apartment for that morning. Had you stayed even a bit sober the night before, you wouldn’t have fucked Pierre knowing you had to see him the next morning. But, it was water under the bridge now and you needed to deal with the consequences. 

As you got ready for brunch, you found yourself staring at your naked body in the mirror, remembering the places he touched you. You swore you could still feel it. You wanted to regret it, but you just didn’t and you wouldn’t because he gave you the best orgasm you’d had in a long time.  

Pierre was already at brunch when you arrived. He was the first person you noticed, standing at the buffet line with his back to the entrance. His tattoos peeked out from beneath the hem of the sleeves of his classic white t-shirt and his dress pants were tailored to perfection, cropped at the ankle and tight around his ass. You’d never actually noticed him like this, or taken in the way he looked in whatever clothes he wore, but now you simultaneously wanted to fuck him and fight with him. Had it not been for Josh’s hand gently shoving you towards the buffet, you may have stood in place staring at him. 

When some of the other boys greeted you, he turned to say hello as well, a mischievous glint in his eye. 

“Morning,” he said. You rolled your eyes at him. 

“Tu as l’air en forme aujord’hui,” he spoke, eyes trained on yours. It was hard to look away and roll your eyes at him, but you managed it. Hardly.

“Pierre, let’s just keep our insults in English so it’s fair for the both of us,” you groaned with a scowl. He chuckled to himself, clearly pleased that he’d gotten a rise out of you, but then his teammate spoke up.

“That wasn’t an insult,” Alexandre Texier spoke, but Pierre pulled him away from you before he could give the real translation. He slung an arm over his shoulder as they retreated, like a high school bully would to the younger kids. You turned to Josh.

“If it wasn’t an insult, then what did he say?”

“I don’t know,” he murmured. “Use Google translate. Now, can you move? They just put a new platter of eggs out.”

Like some type of sick joke, you ended up across from Pierre while you ate. And although it was easy to ignore his wandering eyes by engaging in conversations with others around you, the nudging of his knee against yours demanded your attention and his laugh drowned out every other sound in the room. You kept your eyes off of him regardless.

Josh stood to run to the bathroom and you saw Pierre turn to talk to you out of the corner of your eye. Before he could speak, you barked, “It’s not happening.” He raised a brow at you. “Ever again.”

“Never?” he asked, leaning across the table towards you. The smell of his cologne filled your senses and you leaned away to escape it. 

“Never.”

A confident smile graced his lips and he nodded as he leaned back against his seat.

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.”

+++

Translation: “Tu as l’air en forme aujord’hui” - You look good today

[trashyswitch]

Jeremy Meets Helpy

Chapter 1

Jeremy has been trying to make the best of his life after his nightmare in Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. But his loneliness is about to be changed for the better from a source he least expected...

For @kanene-yaaay

This was just a fun idea I had. I just kept imagining what would happen if Jeremy met Helpy. And this was my answer! I hope you enjoy!

Jeremy was sitting in his house, reading a book. He was growing bored out of his mind from having almost nothing to do. He already got home from work, so he didn’t have anything to look forward to besides sleep. Sometimes, even sleep wasn’t fun...The painful memories of getting bitten while working would sometimes come back to him. He would feel his scar, drag his finger around the scar and would either cry or try to distract himself.

Sometimes distractions like TV, his phone or other things will help. But...sometimes it didn’t. And he would end up crying anyway. Truth be told, he was trying to make the most of his life. But...there were only a few good memories he could really think of.

Suddenly, a crash could be heard from the kitchen. Jeremy widened his eyes, got himself up and grabbed a nearby weapon. It was his garbage lid, and it was the only thing closest to him at that moment. Jeremy held onto it for dear life just like a shield, and quietly walked himself to the kitchen. When he looked in the kitchen, it looked like there was no one visibly in there. But his eyes fell upon a rattling colored box near the phone. It usually had binders, folders and his resume in there. But the stuff was being thrown and scattered all over.

Jeremy slowly brought himself to the box, picking up his folders and binders. He looked inside the box and…

It was purple...and shiny. Unsure of what else to do, Jeremy dropped the binders and folders into the box. The items hit the purple thing and let out a small noise:

“Ouch!”

It was weirdly high-pitched. It sounded like a weird, high-pitched robot voice that you’d give a fake hamster. Like those zhu zhu pets! Some of them had high-pitched voices!

Jeremy removed the binders & folders, and picked up the purple thing like a toddler. “Huh? Uhoh!” The thing reacted. Its back was facing Jeremy, allowing it to look around the room. It had ears! And arms, and legs! It also had a big middle.

The purple thing wiggled around a little and tried to turn its head around. Jeremy awkwardly looked at its back side and widened his eyes as a logo across the waist stuck out to him:

[Fazbear Entertainment]

FAZBEAR WHAT?!

Jeremy shrieked and dropped the thing, causing it to hit the ground and bounce. “Ouch! Oof! Ow!” The purple thing reacted as it bounced. It lifted its head up. “Where am I?” it asked next, looking around. Finally, the purple thing turned itself around and revealed its face and front body to him. “Oh! Hi!” The little thing said happily, waving.

It was a bear! A purple, plastic-looking bear!

Jeremy was shaking, growing super nervous. He knew the thing was tiny. He knew the thing could probably be punted 8 feet away. But it still scared him. Anything from Fazbear Entertainment scared him. He sensed that even the tiniest little thing like this, could find a way to hurt him too.

“Wow! Big!” It reacted, reaching its arms up.

Jeremy’s eyes shrunk a bit as he tried carefully poking it with his foot. The little bear, looking confused, tried to push his foot away. Jeremy raised an eyebrow and tried pushing the bear away with his arch against his forehead. The little bear let out a yelp of some sort, and tried to push the foot away again, or run towards it to force the foot in front. The look of the tiny purple bear, waving its arms around while his foot was against its forehead, was...kinda funny and cute.

Jeremy tilted his head and smiled a bit.

“Get off! Get off me, foot!” the bear yelled. The yelling did nothing, other than make Jeremy reconsider how scary this bear was. The bear removed the foot from his forehead and held onto it. Then, the bear started to smile. It placed its fingers onto his foot and started wiggling. “Tickle tickle!”

Jeremy yelped and pulled his foot away, causing the bear to fly up too. “Weeee!”

Jeremy hummed and widened his eyes when he realized the bear was holding onto his foot still. He was currently a couple feet in the air! Not sure what else to do, Jeremy awkwardly picked it up, and held it.

The bear giggled and looked at him with the biggest, cutest eyes. “Again!”

Jeremy smiled a little more. “Maybe in a bit.” He replied.

The bear hummed, and tilted his head. “Oh! Look!” The bear looked up at his ears, and started wiggling them in and out, in and out.

Jeremy couldn’t help but giggle at that. “Wow!” he replied enthusiastically. The bear let out its own giggle and covered its mouth. “Now: How did you get here?” Jeremy asked.

The bear pointed to the open window at the sink. Jeremy hung his head and sighed. He always forgets to close that window...

“So...You’re part of Freddy Fazbear’s?” Jeremy asked.

Helpy nodded his head. “Pizza!” The bear replied excitedly, throwing its hands into the air.

Feeling extra excited, the bear then pulled an air horn out of its purple belly and honked it in Jeremy’s face. Jeremy shrieked and dropped the bear, covering his ears in annoyance. The bear fell onto the ground with a crash…

A cracking sound could be heard for a moment as well…

Jeremy widened his eyes and uncovered his ears. “Oh shit...Are you okay?!” Jeremy asked.

The bear jumped right up onto its feet again with a giggle. Only...its little neck was not looking too good. The head was rotated a little too much to the side. That must’ve been what cracked. Next, the bear turned its neck back in front, emitting another loud crack sound.

Jeremy cringed and let out a little yip sound. Did- Did this bear just crack its neck and snap it back into place?! Jeremy had dropped his jaw in horror. What in the world was this thing?!

“D-Do you...have a name?” Jeremy asked.

The bear ran up and hugged Jeremy’s left leg. “Helpy loves you!” it replied while snuggling its face into his lower leg.

Helpy...This little bear’s name is Helpy. Jeremy smiled wider. “Helpy…” Jeremy said out loud. “He or her?” Jeremy asked.

The bear thought for a moment as it went back in its memories. A few seconds later, it finally answered. “Helpy a boy!” Jeremy giggled at the childish grammer.

Wanting to learn about Jeremy, Helpy looked up at him with curious eyes and pointed at Jeremy. Jeremy cleared his throat. “I’m Jeremy. I’m a boy too.” Jeremy replied.

Helpy gave Jeremy a big smile and let go of his leg. “Jeh...Jeeewwwa...eeemy- Jemy!” Helpy quickly declared, before breaking out in somewhat stop-motioned happy dancing. Jeremy giggled at the little bear’s cute little dance moves and watched him jump around and shake its booty. How in the world did such a shady cooperation manage to make such a cute little being?!

Jeremy couldn’t help but dance a little with him too. Helpy gasped at this and grabbed onto his leg while Jeremy danced. Jeremy stopped dancing and crossed his arms. “Just what do you think you’re doing?” He asked. Helpy replied by snuggling his face into his leg again and attempted to kiss his leg. It was more like a mouth clunk than an actual kiss though. Jeremy giggled at this more and picked him up. “Come here little Helpy.” He said.

Helpy squealed and threw his arms up excitedly as he was picked up. “Airplane! Airplane Helpy!” The little bear declared.

Jeremy brought Helpy closer and gave Helpy a big hug and a pat on the back. Helpy squealed happily and hugged him back. He also started giving Jeremy ‘kisses’, or cold head clunks, on his jawline and cheek.

Jeremy giggled and snickered at the weirdly ticklish kisses. Though they were meant to be loving, they were more awkward and tickly than anything. “Thahat tickles, Helpy.” He told the bear.

Helpy narrowed its eyes at him and opened his mouth to show off his buck-toothed smile. Jeremy widened his eyes and quickly realized he may have made a mistake with his words. Helpy brought his hands over and with no hesitation, it started skittering its fingers on his neck. Jeremy squeaked and giggled a little more. “Hehehelpy dohohohon’t!” Jeremy warned.

“Tickle tickle!” Helpy teased, wiggling its ears as he tickled him. Jeremy quickly brought Helpy away from his chest and neck and held him outwards in front of him.

Helpy went dazed for a moment or two. Confused, Helpy tapped his finger on his chin as he looked at Jeremy’s hands. Also wanting another hug, Helpy reached his arms out and looked at him with big, sad eyes.

“Are you gonna tickle me again?” Jeremy asked.

Helpy let out an auto tuned whimper and tilted his head as he reached for Jeremy.

“Listen to me:” Jeremy ordered softly. “Are you going to tickle me when I hug you?”

Helpy shook his head and made a humming sound to go with it. Then, he went back to reaching his arms out and waving his fingers. Jeremy sighed with defeat. He just couldn’t say no to this guy. It was impossible. So, he brought him into another hug.

Much like Jeremy kind of suspected, Helpy was clearly lying about the ‘not tickling you’ thing. Helpy went right back to tickling his neck the moment he made contact with Jeremy’s shoulders. This time though, Jeremy didn’t force him away. He decided to remain in the hug and just giggled away while Helpy tickled his neck. “Hehehehehe! Ihihi knehehew ihit, ya lihittle lihihihihier.” Jeremy said to him.

“Tickle tickle!” Helpy said, tickling under his chin too.

Jeremy moved his chin away and tittered with giggles mixed in. “Ohokahay, little Helpy. Should we find out where you came from?” Jeremy asked.

Helpy widened his eyes and frantically shook his head. He liked Jeremy! And he didn’t wanna leave him! Especially not now! Helpy wrapped his arms around Jeremy’s neck and refused to let go of him. Jeremy chuckled and let him hold on desperately to the back of his neck. He was surprisingly light for something made of plastic and metal parts.

“Do I have to find out if you’re ticklish too?” Jeremy asked.

Helpy widened his eyes and smiled a little more at that. Just for the sake of it, he refused to let go.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Jeremy started skittering his fingers on Helpy’s sides and lower ‘rib’ area.

Helpy let out a little squeal and quickly started kicking his tiny feet. “Aahaha! Jemy! hehehe Jehemy! I’m gonna fall!” Helpy giggled.

Jeremy widened his eyes in shock. It WORKED?! He did NOT expect that to work! He smiled almost right away. “Now how in the world-” He grabbed Helpy, laid him down onto his inner arm like a baby and started tickling his belly. “How did Fazbear Entertainment manage this?!” He asked, referring to the programming that made him ticklish.

“Jehehemy! Tihihickles! Ihit tickles! Hehehehe!” Helpy giggled, covering his mouth with both his hands.

Jeremy took in a breath and blew a little raspberry on his belly. Helpy let out an auto tuned squeal of surprise and kicked his feetsies as he giggled a lot more higher-pitched into his hands.

“Awwww!” Jeremy teased. “You’re not a threat. You’re barely even scary! You’re just a rare gem. A tiny one at that.” Jeremy told him, poking his shirt buttons.

Helpy giggled and pushed his finger away with one of his hands while he covered his bashfulness with his other. “Jehehemy ehembarrassihihing mehehehe!” Helpy whined through his giggles.

“Oh no! What a tragedy! Is the poor Helpy gonna die from embarrassment if I forget to stop?” Jeremy asked dramatically.

Despite clearly being a robot, Helpy nodded his head. “Yeheheeees!” Helpy whined with a smile. Jeremy stopped and watched as Helpy’s giggles dropped. His happy face quickly turned pouty. “No no no!” Helpy grabbed Jeremy’s hand and pushed it up to his purple belly. “Happy embarrassed! Ihihi’m hahappy ehembarrassed!” Helpy explained.

Jeremy gasped at this and resumed tickling his belly. “Happy embarrassed? Is that a good thing?” Jeremy asked. He started poking the belly with a big smirk. “I think that’s a good thing!”

Helpy squealed and twisted himself around onto his belly to hide his blush inside Jeremy’s arm. Helpy was way too embarrassed to even look at Jeremy! And Jeremy himself found this so cute and hilarious!

“Awww! Teasy bear! Teasy Helpy the teddy!” Jeremy teased. His confidence quickly fell however, as he felt a few fingers in his armpit. Jeremy shrieked and curled in. “OOOHOHO NOHO! HEHEHELPYHYHY!” Jeremy laughed. “THAHAHAT’S CHEHEHEATIHIHING!”

Helpy smiled and quickly started digging into his armpit more. “Tickle tickle! Jemy tickly too!” Helpy teased back.

Jeremy fell down to his knees and continued leaning to the side being tickled. “YOHOHOHOU GOHOHOHOT YOHOUR AHAHATTAHACK! IHIHIT WAS MYHYHY TUHUHURN!” Jeremy protested.

“My turn! My turn!” Helpy declared proudly. “Helpy love tickly Jemy!”

Jeremy hung his head as he mentally realized that his fate was sealed. He was gonna end up with a little robot teddy bear that’s surprisingly really good at tickling. Though maybe that was a good thing. He could have a companion in this lonely small house. Maybe Helpy was the one thing that he needed!

Jeremy laid onto his back and let Helpy tickle him for a little longer. Happy to be given such a fun opportunity, Helpy pulled his hand out of Jeremy’s armpit and ran to his belly. “Buttons!” He declared and felt around for any buttons on his belly that resembled his own metal black buttons. Helpy lifted up his shirt and gasped at the circular dip on his torso. “...Button?”

Jeremy looked up. “Wha- NOHOHAHAHAHA!” He declared.

“Tickle Button!” Helpy declared as he added more pokes.

Jeremy squeaked and snorted, kicking his feet and rocking his belly left and right. “NOHOHO BEHEHELLYHYHYHYHYHYHY BUHUHUTTOHOHON! *snort* COHOHOHOME OHOHOHON!” Jeremy pleaded.

“Tickle tickle button! Tickle button, tickle button!” Helpy repeated.

Jeremy snorted again. “THIHIHIS IHIHIS CUHUHUTE, BUHUHUT SOHOHOHO TIHIHIHICKLIHIHISH!” Jeremy yelled at him.

Helpy gasped and looked up at him with big, wide, happy eyes. “Cute?” Helpy asked. He stopped tickling and crawled up to Jeremy’s shoulder. “Helpy cute?” He asked.

Jeremy looked over with a big smile on his face and petted his little bear ears. “Of course you are! You are very cute, Helpy.” Jeremy told him. Helpy covered his mouth and giggled while waving his ears up and down. It looked like Jeremy had found another tickle spot of his.

Jeremy giggled at this and started tickling his inner ear. This actually caused Helpy to break out into a toddler-like tantrum! But he was giggling and laughing with his eyes squeezed shut! His ears were waving up and down to try and get Jeremy’s fingers away, and he was rocking left and right as well, while throwing his limbs around everywhere! It was like a happy spaz attack!

Misinterpreting it from first glance, Jeremy quickly stopped and looked at him with a worried expression. “Are you okay?”

Helpy went completely limp in a star-shaped position and continued giggling in a lazy daze. Jeremy booped his snoot playfully, and bursted out laughing when the nose actually squeaked! Helpy giggled more at that. “Jemy boop!” Helpy declared. Jeremy giggled at that.

Helpy brought himself closer to Jeremy and cuddled against him. Jeremy, happy to cuddle him, wrapped his arms around him and started rubbing his belly. Helpy smiled and shoved his fuschia pink cheek into Jeremy’s shoulder.

Before they knew it, Jeremy had fallen asleep as he cuddled Helpy on the ground. He managed to sleep for a total of 2 hours before he woke up again. Jeremy smiled as he woke up from his sleepy daze and looked over to where Helpy was laying. But...Helpy wasn’t there. Huh? Where did he go? Jeremy got himself up and started looking around the house for Helpy. But he was nowhere to be found. Did he leave?

Jeremy sat down on the bed, trying to process what might’ve happened. Maybe Helpy had to leave and didn’t wanna wake him. Or maybe...he wasn’t there in the first place. Maybe Helpy was just a creature from his dreams. But it felt so real! It couldn’t have been a dream!

Could it?

Jeremy felt tears fill his eyes as he realized how much he’d lost in what felt like 5 minutes. He realized just how lonely and sad he was. Helpy filled a gaping hole he had lived with for half of his life. And now...It was empty again.

Jeremy put his hands in his pockets as he sunk down and hung his head. But his hand grazed across something. It felt like a piece of paper. It was too big and thick to be a receipt. And it felt folded in multiple spots. Jeremy pulled out the paper and read the front word that looked like it was typed out in bubble letters on a computer:

[Jemy!]

Jeremy widened his eyes. That was Helpy’s nickname for him! He WAS real! Jeremy opened the paper and read the bubble-lettered words written inside:

[Hi Jemy! Helpy had to go. I’m sorry. Mr. Emily wants me to help a work man. Helpy can come back soon! Pinky promise! Helpy loves you! ~Helpy]

Jeremy smiled through his tears. The mystery was solved. His questions were answered. Helpy is real alright, and he’ll come back for more cuddles and bonding moments when he’s done his job.

[loungelizardatwar]

Even 58-year old time travelling asassins deserve hugs

Here’s another fic with Ticklish!Five because I’m in love with one (1) feral gremlin asassin boy and I want him to be happy. Anyways I hope you enjoy! Also I may not have proofread this well enough because i’m embarrassed so if you see any errors let me know lol

It was times like these when Five really missed Delores. He was drunk as shit on the couch at Elliot’s, clutching the bottle in his small hands with a miserable look on his face. He still couldn’t believe that the fucking world was going to end again because of them.

Five thought about trying to find the department store before, but he found out that the building hadn’t even been built yet. So his lovely Delores didn’t exist in this timeline. He sighed, taking another swig of liquor with a grimace.

Elliot was sitting in a chair nearby, watching the man in a child’s body with a leery yet sympathetic look. He didn’t trust him fully yet but he felt bad seeing him look so miserable. He had no idea what Five had been through so he couldn’t really offer him any help.

Five was lonely, and deep down he really just wanted someone to hug him. But his pride kept him from telling his siblings that. He was a highly trained assassin, not to mention he was 58 years and 14 fucking days old and he figured that murderous old men like him didn’t deserve hugs.

Somewhere in his mind he had hoped that at least one of his siblings would have been happy to see him again. Instead they all blamed him for stranding them even though he was just trying to save their lives. He remembered how Vanya and Allison had hugged, even though Vanya had amnesia and didn’t even remember her. It made his heart ache. He wished that he shared the bond that the rest of them had.

Five slumped against the couch, taking in shaky breaths as he tried to steady himself. He missed his family every single day for those 45 years in the apocalypse and he spent all that time trying to get back to them. Now that he found them again they were all angry because of him. Because I failed them. He took another long sip from the bottle, feeling angry tears prick at his eyes.

“Hey Five, are you okay?” Came a familiar voice.

Shit. It was Klaus. He must have snuck in while Five was lost in his thoughts.

“Yeah, ‘m fine. Why do you even care?” Five sniffed and wiped his eyes, trying to play it off casually.

Five deflated at the concerned look Klaus gave him, and he sighed as Klaus sat next to him on the couch. He could tell that his brother could see right through him.

“Why wouldn’t I care? Tell me what’s going on in that crazy head of yours, old man.” Klaus put a hand on his shoulder and Five tensed up.

“First of all, don’t call me that an’ don’t touch me.” Five slurred slightly, taking another large sip of alcohol. He swatted his brother’s hand away.

“Okay, fiiiiine. You must have had a really shitty day.”

Five scoffed. “You don’t even know the half of it.”

Klaus fixed Five with a look that he couldn’t quite read, and he was curious about what he was about to say.

“I might be able to help you relax, if you’ll trust me.” Klaus said with a twinkle in his eyes. He couldn’t help the little smirk that took over his features.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or the bubble of curiosity Five felt in his belly, or the fact that he really did miss Klaus and his antics. Whatever it was, something made him feel like he could trust Klaus to cheer him up.

“Fine. Do whatever you think will help. But I’m not responsible for your injuries.” Five put the bottle down on the floor next to the couch, crossing his arms and looking at Klaus with a pout.

“That’s all I needed to hear!” Klaus grinned at the sight of his 58 year old brother pouting like the petulant child that he looked like. He started poking at Five’s sides, delighting in the startled squeaks he got.

“H-hey! What the fuck! Dohohon’t do thahahat!” Five hissed, swatting at his brother’s hands. He wasn’t really surprised at that Klaus would choose such a childish method to cheer him up. Five acted like it annoyed him, but deep down he knew that he probably did need to lighten up at least a bit.

“Awww, but Five! You’ll feel better if you let yourself laugh. I’ll stop though, if you really want...” Klaus went to move away, and Five panicked.

“Wait!” Five all but shouted, sounding more desperate than he meant to. He suddenly found himself blushing for the first time in years. He didn’t want to ruin this playful moment with Klaus.

“I mean, it’s okay. I trust you Klaus. You can keep going.” Five sighed and smoothed back his hair, a nervous habit he picked up over the years to self-soothe.

Klaus instantly lit up, not expecting this reaction from Five. He figured that his brother would probably tell him to fuck off and blink away, but he was very intrigued to see him blush for the first time he could remember. It was a cute look on his childish face.

“Oh really?” Klaus cocked his head to one side in fascination. “This is great! Thanks, Fivey!” He grinned and clapped, letting out a giddy giggle,

“Ohohoho shihihihit! Heheheheh!!” Five squeaked, falling into helpless giggles. He curled into himself, making Klaus smile at how child-like he really looked when he laughed. Meanwhile the alcohol was making Five feel weightless and warm, and he had to admit that he already felt a little happier. But he couldn’t stand the delighted way his brother grinned down at him. It made Five want to die of embarrassment and strangle Klaus at the same time.

“Are my eyes and ears deceiving me or are you actually enjoying this~?” Klaus teased, suddenly snatching up one of Five’s hands in his own and using his other to lightly tickle Five’s palm. Klaus knew that it was one of his brother’s death spots.

“Sh-shuhuhuhut up! ’m not- fahahack! Klaus, NOO! HAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHERE!” Five screamed and cackled, frantically flailing and trying to pull his arm away.

Thanks to Five’s powers, his palms and wrists were incredibly hypersensitive. On a scale from 1 to 10 they were easily a 13, where as his knees were more of an 11. In other words, it tickled so much that Five wanted to crawl right out of his skin.

Klaus laughed, letting go of Five’s hand. He couldn’t believe that a highly trained assassin such as Five could be rendered to begging just from the lightest touches on his hands. Klaus hoped that none of their enemies found this weakness or Five would be screwed. He snorted at the thought.

“I’ll leave your hands alone for now,” Klaus teased with a soft smile. “You feeling okay?”

“Th-thanks.” Five croaked, greedily sucking in air. He was still smiling, his dimples and blushing cheeks on full display. “I’m fine, I just..need a minute.” He closed his eyes, sighing and laying back against the couch.

“Of course, take your time.” Klaus grinned at him, ruffling Five’s hair. Usually Five would roll his eyes and push him away, but when he nuzzled into Klaus’s hand, Klaus realized with a pang of guilt that Five must be touch starved.

But how could he not be? Spending 45 years alone in an post-apocalyptic wasteland with only a mannequin to keep you company didn’t offer much room for happy, cuddly moments. But then, that wasn’t all there was to it, was there?

Klaus was struck so violently by the revelation that he visibly recoiled. Nobody has hugged Five since they were kids. It made Klaus feel sick, to imagine how that must have felt. To know that after all those years apart from his siblings, not a single one of them even missed him enough to give him a hug.

And here they all were again, reunited after they all thought they would never see each other yet again. Five had saved their asses, though he may have separated them in the process and they threw it all back in his face.

“Hey Five?”

“What?”

Five pushed himself up, resting his head on Klaus’s shoulder. He felt content in his tiredness, happy to lean on somebody other than himself for once.

“C’mere.” Klaus opened welcomed arms,

doing all that he physically could to not cry.

Klaus felt so fucking shitty for never giving any thought about what Five had done for them. But he knew that he deserved it and that he needed to be there for his drunk brother. It was the least he could do.

Five lazily opened one eye, giving Klaus a funny look. “Why?”

“Can I give you a hug?”

Five wasn’t sure how to respond, as if he was taken aback by the audacity of the question.

“You want to?” Five tried to hide the way his voice wavered as he asked. He hated feeling vulnerable like this, but his family was the only exception.

“Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I?” Klaus almost couldn’t believe him, but he could understand where Five’s wariness came from.

Five just sighed, looking so utterly sad that Klaus could hardly bear the sight of it. He put his arm around Five’s small shoulders, and he almost couldn’t believe his ears when he heard a sniffle. Then, when Klaus felt Five’s breathing grow shaky he was right. Five was crying.

Klaus had maybe 5 seconds to register that before Five was clinging to him for dear life, crying like he had never heard before. Klaus did all he could do to hold Five, rubbing his back and trying to calm him down but the man in child form was a sobbing mess.

It wasn’t long before Luther came in, seeing the scene unfolding in front of him.

“What’s going on?” He asked, looking concerned and slightly sad on seeing number Five sobbing into Klaus’s chest.

“I-I don’t know! All I did was ask Five if I could give him a hug and now he’s stuck to me like a sad baby koala bear...I just hope he doesn’t try to bite me.” Klaus sighed dramatically, but he didn’t really mind. He hoped that Five could tell.

“Ah, shit.” Luther sighed, awkwardly sitting next to Klaus and Five on the couch. All three of them hoped that the couch wouldn’t break, but it seemed fine despite it’s creaking. “What should we do?”

Klaus shrugged, but he was smiling like he had an idea.

“Five, buddy? Are you in there?” Klaus asked, giving a gentle poke to Five’s side.

Five twitched, still sniffling and clinging to Klaus.

“Leave m’ alone..” He croaked, sighing deeply as he tried to steady his breathing.

“Are you okay?” Both Luther and Klaus asked at the same time, wincing as they realized how they’re both such mother hens. A trait they probably picked up from Grace, bless her circuits.

A few moments passed of Five’s shaky breathing and quiet sobs, until eventually he got his bearings enough to look up at Klaus. His eyes were red and puffy underneath, and his hair was a complete mess but somehow he looked a little better. Klaus was sure that the relief of crying was probably good for Five. It just pained him so much to see it.

“Yeah, i’m okay.” Five finally said, covering his mouth with a hand as he yawned.

Klaus chuckled, and Luther gave Five a fond look. They were both so glad that he was alright.

“I bet you’re exhausted. You can nap on me if you want.” Klaus suggested, adjusting his position so they were both more comfortable on the couch.

Five hummed, considering the idea.

“Here,” Luther said, reaching to grab a small throw blanket. He tossed it over Klaus and Five, smiling a bit as he watched them get comfortable. It sure was a funny sight, seeing the usually grumpy number Five cuddle up to Klaus. But everyone knew that Five had been through the most out of all of them, and he deserved his rest.

[thebest-medicine]

Distracted

Lore Olympus, Persephone / Hades, tickle fic/fluff, takes place during/directly after ep 112

A/N: I have fast pass and so I waited a million years to post this because I read ep 112 and HAD TO FCKING WRITE THIS OK impossible not to god I fucking love lore olympus AND I LOVE HOW MUCH HADES DRINKS RESPECTING WOMEN JUICE 🧃 GOD(S) DAMN. Also maybe it’s the fact that I color coded the dialogue so I had to edit this more thoroughly but this is one of my favorite things I’ve written in a long time and I just really fucking love this web comic and this pairing and this feels like it’d be on vibe and that makes me really happy ok? ok.

Summary: coda to ep 112, Persephone and Hades chat about what has happened in the past day or two and Hades comes up with a cute (i.e. ticklish) way to help distract Persephone when she is tired of feeling glum and worrying

Words: 2,495

(so... spoilers for 112, also 110 spoilers mentioned)

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An hour ago, Hades wouldn’t have believed who was about to summon him. Had he known Persephone would have wanted his company, perhaps he’d have worn something other than sweatpants. But now, laying next to her in her own bed, he was happy to have comfortable clothes. At least something was comfortable. They needed to talk about what happened between them. He didn’t want to pressure her, she said she wasn’t feeling good, maybe it was because of him..?

“Can we.. talk about the kiss?”

“Y-Yeah...”

“Did you...not like it?”

“The kiss?”

“Yeah.”

He felt a tightness in his chest evaporate when he heard her words. “...I loved the kiss.”

Suddenly, he realized, everything was comfortable, how could it not be, around her. Hades nearly melted into the pillow. He told Persephone to tell him if she wanted him to leave, and of course he would respect her wishes, but he couldn’t think of anything more devastating than the thought of leaving where he was right now.

“Then.. why did you leave? What happened?”

“I guess I... really enjoyed the kiss and I... got.. excited...” She answered bashfully.

Relief - and he had to admit a bit of flattery too - washed over him. “Oooooh..”

“And then I.. felt scared of those feelings I was having. My body reacted in a way I didn’t expect.” She paused, turning to face him. “I’m sorry for leaving you...”

I wish you’d never leave me again. He caught himself thinking. Jesus, Hades, she’s her own person, relax. He chuckled to himself. God, she’s just so... sweet, and cute, and adorable, and gorgeous, and nice...

“And I’m sorry for being weird.”

He thought he might evaporate into an array of butterflies too when she turned herself fully toward him, letting her arm fall over his chest. When was the last time he just...cuddled?

“You’re not that weird...” Hades smiled. A black moth took shape above them in the bed. “See?”

Persephone’s smile softened the room as she giggled, bringing her fingers up to the moth where two small pink butterflies fluttered into existence next to Hades’ moth.

“Thank you.” Persephone sighed against his chest.

Hades tilted his chin towards her. “What for?”

“For coming..”

“You summoned me, to be fair.” He snorted, then taking her hand. “But you know, I’d- I’d come whenever you ask.”

Persephone gazed up at him, and he could see the smile in her eyes. “I appreciate it.. a lot. And thanks for... for listening. For staying. For being here. With me.” She wiggled closer to him, pressing herself against his side.

Hades realized he was holding his breath after she moved even closer. How could this be so- so nerve-wracking? She likes you too, you idiot, why are you so nervous? He counted to ten in his head and tried to stuff down the butterflies in his own chest, regain his composure, confidence..

“You said before that you.. didn’t feel good and were having trouble sleeping. Do you... want to talk about what else is bothering you?” Hades offered.

Persephone shrunk in on herself a bit, holding him tighter. “Not- not really.”

Hades couldn’t stop his face from falling a bit. He pulled her close. “That’s alright. If you ever do... I’m here to listen, Kore.”

An idea popped into his head. “If you don’t want to talk about it.. Would you rather be... distracted? Comforted? Held? Or... Want me to just shut up?” He grinned at her. “What do you need?” He squeezed her hand tighter.

“Um..” Persephone thought aloud. “Hmm.. actually.. Distracted...sounds pretty good! I’m not exactly sleepy.” She stifled a yawn into her palm.

“I actually have something in mind that might help you with that.” Hades smirked at her.

Persephone’s eyes widened a little at him. “Um-” She hesitated.

“Oh not- not like-”Hades smacked his own forehead, a blue blush rising to his cheeks. “I’m not- that’s not what I meant! I swear I’m trying to bring my scoundrel level down!” He laughed. “What am I at now by the way?”

“Hmm, well I would have said maybe...15%, but- but that number depends on whatever you say next!” Persephone raised an eyebrow at him.

“15%? Nice, I’ve gone down!” Hades grinned joyfully. “My number might go up after this but..... only a little bit.” He paused sheepishly. “I hope!”

Persephone propped herself onto her elbows on his chest. “Well, now I’m curious, what’s your big idea?”

“I just want to ask you a question.” Hades started, shrugging innocently. “I think it’ll be pretty distracting.”

“... Okay.” Persephone agreed.

“Are you ticklish?” Hades couldn’t keep the smirk out of his voice.

Persephone stiffened up in his arms. “N-” She started to make a noise but stopped when he looked down at her.

She was blushing even more pink than usual, a goofy, nervous smile on her face. “I- I-” She couldn’t make eye contact with him

She had been in many a tickle fight with the flower nymphs she played with back home in the mortal realm. Was there any answer, though, that wouldn’t end with the same result? He’s gonna test it out...

She felt him slowly shifting himself into a better position to do just that, one of his hands was crawling slowly toward her side.

When words finally came to her, just as Hades was about to find out regardless of what she said, all she answered was, “Are you?”

She always fucking surprises me. Hades thought to himself as a blush grew on his cheeks. How does she do that? I was in control a second ago, wasn’t I? He chuckled. “Well, I’m.. not, I- I don’t think..” That definitely didn’t sound convincing.

“!! YOU DON’T THINK?” Persephone practically shouted, a bright smile on her face as she stared at him with giddy disbelief. “YOU MEAN YOU DON’T KNOW?” She was almost embarrassed by how excited she knew she sounded.

Hades rolled his eyes. “I mean... who exactly do you think is going to be tickling the King of the Underworld?” Hades laughed at the thought.

“ME!” Persephone couldn’t help herself.

Hades could think of a few times as a child that he’d been tickled by Rhea or the other gods because of how serious he always was, and they figured somebody needed to put a smile on his face, right? Maybe a handful of teasing pokes from Hera or an accidental brush or two of fingers from Minthe that surprised him by how sensitive it was, but none of that was ANYTHING like what Persephone’s fingers were doing to his side.

She was leaning over him, five fingers digging into each side of him, her thumbs pressing between the muscles on the sides of his abdomen while her fingers squeezed around the back of his sides sporadically. She wiggled her fingers up toward his ribs and used her nails to dig in a bit between the bones.

Hades already had a hard time keeping any kind of guard up with her, so it was only a matter of seconds before she had him laughing. “Ohmygods- Kore st-stahahahop!”

“YOU ARE TICKLISH!!” She nearly had stars in her eyes. He was more adorable in that moment than any of his dogs (but she would never tell them that) even Pomelia.

Hades hadn’t laughed like that in.... he didn’t know if ever. Somehow in 2 weeks, she brought out things - feelings, situations... that he never in thousands of years even dreamed of finding himself in.

“Persephoneheheehhehehehe-” Hades giggled helplessly as he squirmed on her bed. His arms wrapped around her but he didn’t actively stop her. He didn’t want to push her away, and he ESPECIALLY didn’t want to hurt her. Hades would probably rip the head off of anyone else who made him feel so... vulnerable and silly, but with Kore it felt right. Even if she might be torturing him a little bit. This kind of torture was far better than the torture he felt trying to be away from her.

“I- I can’t believe...” Persephone squealed. “You’re...You’re...so cute!!!!!” She stopped tickling him with one hand to cover her face. Both of them had fire in their cheeks.

Hades took advantage of her slowing down her tickle attack and grabbed her tickling hand, interlacing his fingers with hers. “Okay, okay- Stahahop- I- nobody has ever- I’ve never been tickled like that-” Hades calmed himself through his residual giggles as he pulled the Goddess of Spring against his chest, wrapping his other arm around her.

“Hehehehehe.” Persephone snickered, twirling her free hand’s fingers against his neck and under his chin. He flinched away. “You’re ticklish.”

“You’re lucky.”

“You’re ticklish.”

“Anyone else who tried that would be dead.”

“And you’re ticklish.”

“Shut up.”

“You’re very ticklish.”

Hades rolled his eyes. “Okay fine... maybe.”

“Where else are you ticklish? Your feet? Your knees? I didn’t even get to try under your arms...” Persephone noted.

“I don’t like where this is going...” Or maybe I do? Hades laughed hesitantly. “Anyway... weren’t we- weren’t we supposed to be talking about where you are ticklish?”

Persephone, a sudden bolt of confidence shooting through her, declared. “I’m not. I never said I was.”

Hades, almost disappointed for a moment, narrowed his eyes at her. “I don’t buy that shit for a second.”

Persephone’s confident smile faltered.

“So let’s just see about that!” Hades continued, suddenly using the hand that was already holding hers to try to also grab her other wrist. She squirmed enough that he could only keep her one arm pinned, so he just started anyway. His free hand, instead of holding her to his chest, started pinching just above her hip on her side. “Are you ticklish here?”

“Nohohohoho-” Persephone cackled.

“No? You sound kinda ticklish..”

“I’M NAHAHAHHA-NOT!” Persephone insisted, squirming wildly and trying to somehow smack his hand away.

That only encouraged Hades to keep trying more places. “Okay, then..let’s see where else you’re not ticklish.”

Persephone practically screamed.

“You do realize Artemis is here, right?” Hades teased. “How much trouble do you think you’d get in...” He latched onto the side of her rib cage and squeezed mercilessly, making Kore wriggle madly in the bed, rolling around and practically falling off trying to get away. “If you laughed, or you screamed, so loud you woke her up?”

Persephone turned her face into the pillow, rolling herself face down on the bed. Hades let go of her hand and rolled up onto his knees, hovering over her as he continued teasing her.

“Artemis would charge in here, arrows notched, ready to help poor, sweet Kore who screamed for help.”

Hades, caught up in the moment, climbed over her, straddling the back of her hips. He was so concerned with properly tickling her that he didn’t even have time to appreciate that he was sitting directly behind her butt. His two hands wiggled their fingers under the edges of her sides and began to tickle, first in the same spots, then slowly down toward her hips and up toward her ribs.

“And then she’d see this, the Goddess of Spring, giggling helplessly underneath a King, in her bed, in her room, in the middle of the night.” Hades laughed at the scene.

“I mean, what would she think of us?”

Persephone grabbed at his wrists uselessly as Hades tickled along her midsection. She definitely did not see the night going this way. “H-Hades ohmygohaahhaHAHAHAHAHA- plehehehease!” Persephone’s laughter got even more desperate when he started pinching her lower ribs.

Hades leaned down, practically next to her ear. “You’d better be quiet...” He warned as she cackled into the pillow.

“Though.. I don’t know, you’re already in a lot of trouble.” He winked, not that she could even see it, laughing her head off face down. Two fingers on each side latched onto the space just in front of her hip bones and started squeezing.

“100! HAHAHA- 100% SCOUNDREL!! HAAHHA PLEASE BASHSHAHA HADEHEHEHEES- st-stoppit!” Persephone wheezed, pounding her fists against the bed.

The way she giggled out his name.. he was the one in trouble.

“Calling me a scoundrel, while you might be right, given the situation, still doesn’t seem like the best way to get yourself out of it, now does it?” Hades teased.

As he kept going, tickling upward, he noticed Persephone wouldn’t move her arms from her upper sides/ribs so he decided to try her underarms out another time. There would definitely have to be more of this. A lot more.

“I wanna try one more spot, and then I’ll stop, alright?” Hades offered, slowing down his tickling a bit to just lightly scribbling his fingers over her back, shoulder blades, and sides.

“OMG! I ahahahaha - I was nice to you! I- I stopped!” Persephone tried.

“That’s ‘cause I stopped you.” Hades corrected her. He slowed down his tickling on her sides and ribs, shifting himself so he was facing her legs now. “And Kore, here’s the other thing..”

Persephone grabbed the pillow she was laughing into, wrapping her arms around it.

“I think you.. also could, very easily, stop me right now.” Hades grabbed ahold of her ankles and pulled them up close to his chest. “If you wanted to.”

Persephone was grateful the laughter and the pillow were there to hide her blush. Alright well, maybe he’s right, maybe this was a great distraction... and.... maybe she was having fun.

They both noted how she didn’t answer.

Hades kept a tight grip on her ankles with one hand while the other’s fingers spidered and wriggled all over her soles, between her toes, over the tops of her feet even. It didn’t last more than probably 45 seconds, but Hades was actually beginning to worry a little about waking Artemis up with all this giggling.

When he finally did stop, he noticed pink petals strewn around the room.

He slid off of her, swallowing down the nervous feeling that gripped him when he remembered he had just been literally straddling her. He inched back to his side of the bed.

He glanced away sheepishly, a palm to his neck. “Uh- s-sorry if I got a little carried away..”

Persephone pulled her face out of the pillow, a giggly, warm, almost teary-eyed smile upon it. “Don’t worry about it.” She assured him. “I- you- uh, I didn’t mind.” She giggled.

“Well good because, that was really cute.” The words somehow pushed through his brain and out of his mouth and he admitted, laying down once again and pulling her back toward his chest. “Next time, don’t lie to me though.”

“Lie?” Persephone gave him a weird look for a moment.

“You said you weren’t ticklish.” Hades laughed.

Persephone snorted and rolled her eyes. “So did you.” She stuck her tongue out at him.

“Touché.” Hades kissed her forehead.

Kore kissed his cheek, wrapping her arms around his chest and pulling herself even closer. “Thanks for distracting me.”

“Anytime.”

[nightwingshero]

Being saved by a man child?

Hehehehehe, I fucking love this. Okay, so like...I know I should have used that title for something Wren x John, but its actually for one of my Jujutsu Kaisen ocs that's shipped with Satoru Gojo. Uhhhh, I answered part of this already, so I'm gonna link it here (especially because its connected and it happens before what I post here, so it gives insight), but I'll add another snippet for funsies!

“You don’t normally have issues with special grades, Hada.” She pressed, not letting me brush it off. I took a moment to take her in. The bags under her eyes were notably darker and her hair was haphazardly pulled back into a ponytail, she looked exhausted to say the least. That only made me feel worse.

“You look like you could use a smoke.” I muttered, ignoring her comment completely, but that only made her raise a brow at me.

“I quit, remember? Last I checked, it wasn’t a brain injury I had to heal for you and considering that was just a few moments ago…” Trailing off, she watched and waited. When I didn’t say anything, she rolled her eyes and continued. “You gonna tell me what happened?”

“It was just…” I tried to find the words to describe it, but nothing really came to mind, so I just shrugged, too frustrated, tired, and stressed to really care at the moment. “I don’t know.” My jaw ticked as an overwhelming feeling grew. Everything was just too much and all I wanted was to collapse under my bed and get the hell away from the godforsaken fluorescent lights above us.

“Well,” she sighed as she put her hands in her lab coat pockets, catching onto my mood. She switched tactics then, giving up on the questioning only for the moment. “This could have led to you being dissected.”

Scoffing, I moved to make my way out of the room. “I’m sure you would have had a field day with it. You would have done a good job—" A hand shot out and gripped my arm as her brown eyes sharpened on me. I blinked at her in shock for just a moment, not used to her breaking her laidback demeanor the way she was.

“Take in account that it would have been me cutting up a friend.” Guilt twisted in my gut for a moment as she held my gaze a few moments more. We had been friends since starting at this damn school, so of course it would have bothered her to have to see her friend laying on a slab in her morgue. No matter how normal it was for us to deal with it. When I opened my mouth to reply, she only huffed and let me go. “Besides, I wouldn’t want to deal with the damn aftermath of that. Last thing I need is that idiot bursting in here with his chaos and starting bullshit with the higher-ups because of it.”

“That wouldn’t have happened.” I replied, ignoring the image that popped in my head of him losing his shit in the meeting room, his crazed smile almost making me shiver. Almost. Grabbing the handle of the door, I looked back at her. “Gojo has his own issues with the higher-ups, my death wouldn’t have—”

“Bullshit. He’s arrogant enough to take things personally when they don’t even concern him, so if you think your death wouldn’t hit him that way, then you’re delusional.” I stared at her for a moment, my jaw hanging slack, but she just continued, her eyes closing as she rubbed them. “Of course, it could have actually been personal in this case, considering.”

My hand slipped from the handle as I turned back to her. “Considering what exactly?” Shoko groaned as she rubbed her face, tucking loose strands behind her ear.

“Forget it. I don’t want involved—”

“Considering what, Shoko?” I pressed, my tone taking a bit of an edge. We eyed each other for a few moments, and when she realized I wasn’t backing from it, her shoulders slumped.

“Its convenient that this happened just after that meeting, don’t you think?” I frowned as my mind raced to catch what she was referring to, and once it hit me, my body went cold. That meeting. Would something so small truly have such a major effect? To the point of my life getting put in a position of being taken? I knew the answers already, knew them so deep in my bones, but I couldn’t figure out the reason, other than what I already knew. What made this so different? Why do it now? Gojo’s words suddenly echoed in my mind, taunting me.

“That means they have to actually get to me, and I’m sure that’s not possible. I’m untouchable.”

[raysofcrosby]

i had a lot of thoughts...enjoy

omg nonnie stop i loved every bit of this sm 🥺😭 

“you can be brady. i want to be you” SHUT UP THATS THE CUTEST THING EVER HE WANTS TO BE MATT 🥺🥺🥺🥺 im going to actually cry. omg matt wanting them to be together as a family. this is heart wrenching. i just know im gonna get rekt. but its too good so its fine. HE JUST WANTED ETHAN TO BE HAPPY IM SOBBING. “oh and for jonathan to leave” you and me both matt

“you’re not exactly ugly” ETHAN IM SCREAMING 😭😭😭 the love for his mom coming through though 🥺🥺 matt bringing up melody lmaooo. awwwww stop ethan asking matt to tell him a story about care 😭😭 ASKING MATT TO SIGN THE CARD THATS SO CUTE

the vince dunn name drop 👀 miss me some vinny. now taking a break to imagine vince with cute little ethan…ok back to reading. STOP ETHANS CRYING SO NOW IM CRYING. IM ACTUALLY IN BED CRYING YOU BITCH (lovingly). FUCK YOU (lovingly) IM CRYING. MATT WIPING UP ETHANS WET AND RED CHEEKS WITH HIS SLEEVE IM SOBBING 😭😭😭😭 THIS IS SO CUTE. MATTS SO GOOD AT COMFORTING HIM EVEN THOUGH ITS HAPPY TEARS BUT STILL. WAIT I LEGIT NEED A BREAK TO STOP CRYING. im going to go eat some sour patch kids.

OK IM BACK AND MATT AND CARES HUG AND SHES BLUSHING HA JONATHAN IN YOUR FACE SUCKER. omg stop her asking him to walk them home?? this is so freaking cute. not matt making that dirty 😭 the dumb himbo. stop ethan sitting like that on the couch and leaning on matt is the cutest shit ever. that little detail is killing me bc its so cute. OMG CAN HE FACETIME OR MESSAGE HIM IM GONNA CRY AGAIN. resting his chin on matt’s forearm 😭😭

okay ethan sitting in caroline’s lap thats so cute. and all the little mannerisms in there!! i loved them. this is already so long so im not going to point them out but i loved that bit. and matt noticing it 👀 perceptive. LOVE!!!!!!! BITCH LOVE!!!!

PLS he already idolizes Matt so much and you can bet matt was a little bitter he couldn’t even play himself or as his team in the game 😂  LISTEN, MATT JUST HAS A LOT OF FEELINGS HE HASN’T FELT IN YEARS AND HE’S JUST TRYING TO FIGURE THEM OUT 😭😩 and yes you’ll probs get rekt<3 skjdhgjdfg okay i just had to add the “and for jonathan to leave” in there bc lets be real...we all do.

I WAS DYING FOR SOMEONE TO POINT THAT OUT 😭 ethan just loves to tease and chirp matt sm so that was very on brand for him to say<3 hehe he’s gonna be a total dad and just tease ethan sm about his crush on melody, don’t expect that to go away anytime soon 👀 pls ethan just wanted to hear about the two of them together sm 🥺

PLS HE WOULD BE SO LIKE CONFUSED ON REALLY HOW TO COMFORT HIM BC “happy tears?? sad tears?? did i just ruin his birthday??” BUT HE TRIED HIS BEST ONCE HE REALIZED ETHAN WAS JUST HAPPY 🥺😭 ((also yay for sour patch kids))

HEHEHEHEH matt and care have tons of history that’s still there so 👀 jonathan watch out 👀 LISTEN– MATT HASN’T GOTTEN LAID IN MONTHS LET HIS HORNY MALE BRAIN LIVE<3333 ethan wanting to facetime and message matt bc he’ll miss him is why i’m crying<3

ethan may be 8 but he’s still got his little mannerisms he had when he was a toddler and he just feels so comfortable and loved by caroline and ugh they’re not real but they make my heart so soft<33

matt notices everything you right 👀