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monkeydlesbian · 4 years ago

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at this point,,,i’m begging u,,fukunaga hcs😔 i love that funky little man sm i think it’s a problem

# FUKUNAGA HEADCANONS.

a/n: homie oh my dear GOD you just opened up the floodgates and i hope u know how to swim <3 with that being said, THANK YOU for giving me the opportunity to talk about the absolute love of my life!!! i am writing this author's note BEFORE i write these hc’s so there is absolutely no telling how long it will get. as always, i hope you enjoy and i hope you have a wonderful day! i am insane!

warnings: none!

GENERAL HEADCANONS:

where to start with this funnyman dear God.

fukunaga shouhei is a joy to be around, even if he doesn’t talk much and even if he laughs at his own jokes and even if it looks like he never blinks (perceptive king).

his company is really the best, like when you facetime a friend and you’re just doing your own things with each other there.

i wouldn't say he's necessarily an introvert, but he can be awkward in social settings at times which i’d say is normal for the average human being.

for some reason i feel like fukunaga is the person that’s always breaking that uncomfortable silence in a room full of people at the beginning of the night, but he never really gets the credit for it and just stays silent the rest of the time if that makes sense???

idk but i am obsessed with him.

anyways.

fukunaga strikes me as the type of person who just loves laughter.

he loves hearing laughter, being the cause of it, laughing himself.

it is my personal belief that fukunaga never EVER looks jokes up, he’s always just thinking funny things in that brain of his and i really love him for that oh my god.

the first time someone actually indulges him in one of his funny thoughts, he will immediately perk up and he might blush a little bit, depending on who it is.

another thought of mine is that post-timeskip he becomes WAY more confident in his interactions with people, like he's always sure that what comes out of his mouth is going to make you laugh.

“funny guys are dangerous. they make you laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh then BOOM. you’re naked.”

yeah that's fukunaga.

when fukunaga does happen to talk, it’s so easy to flow into a conversation and he's honestly just a really soothing person to be around.

he always listens when you’re talking and his attention is on you the whole time.

he’s the type of person that is nodding along with what you're saying and responding to you even if you get talked over :((( (so precious i'm gonna cry).

another random thought but i feel like fukunaga giggles?? i don't know but i feel like he barely ever lets out loud laughter and instead just giggles PLEASE i love him.

this got so long but TLDR; fukunaga is a funny, considerate, and sweet person to talk to and be around and everyone should love him. thank you.

RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS:

SCREAMS at this part because fukunaga is all i could ever want in a partner.

he can cook, he’s funny, he’s a little weird, and dear GOD i know his paycheck is FAT post-timeskip. comedian and part-time chef KING!

not to mention he is actually very handsome and cute as all hell. if you think fukunaga is ugly then i am so sorry for you.

to be honest, i don't think fukunaga will be like wound up or rowdy or anything in your relationship, like a secret sort of thing.

he’s still gonna be fukunaga, the slightly awkward and cheeky and funny guy that you came to love in the first place.

he’s not much for grand gestures in a relationship, but he’s showing you how much he loves you by cooking for you, giving you company, doing your laundry for you; basically anything that would make your life easier, he's doing it.

fukunaga isn't really touch starved or anything, but that doesn’t mean he won't absolutely relish the times the two of you do get to be physically close.

(the following bullet point is courtesy of seal anon, love u bae <3)

while fukunaga won’t drown you in a hug the minute he sees you or loom over your shoulders constantly, he does like to hold onto you in small and more subtle ways.

he likes to play with your fingers a lot, give you small kisses on your temple as he passes by, maybe even a little pat on the booty if he’s feeling bolder than usual.

one of his favorite things is to see you wrapping your arms around one of his, your cheek squished on his shoulder as you watch him cook dinner.

then he's teasing you about being clingy, about how you can get enough of him, but deep down he really couldn't ask for anything less.

being domestic with you is also another thing that stirs up the love he has for you inside his heart.

at the beginning of your relationship, the first time you spent the night at his apartment, you had forgotten to pack your sleep shirt, so he just let you use an old t-shirt of his.

he had to pinch himself the moment you walked out of the bathroom in his shirt, your own sweatpants hung low on your hips.

even now, you still tease him about the literal hearts in his eyes but he can’t find it in himself to bite back when he sees you smile and giggle at the memory.

another thing about fukunaga is that he loves you without shame!!

even if he is a little more on the quieter side, everyone around the two of you knows just how much fukunaga loves you in the way he listens to you and the way he cares about the things you care about.

kids love this mf so much it’s ridiculous. your little cousins are always climbing on his legs and begging him to tell knock-knock joke after knock-knock joke.

and it’s like he never ever gets tired of them either, probably tens of thousands of knock-knock jokes in his arsenal to entertain them with.

your aunt is so damn embarrassing with the way she tells him he would be such an amazing father, sending you looks, if you’re picking up what i'm putting down.

one very self-indulgent thought of mine is that he LOVES to tease you.

whether he’s tickling you, picking fun at you, or whispering something a little less than innocent in your ear,,, he’s always trying to tease the living hell out of you.

like i said before, i hc fukunaga as someone who got way more confident post-timeskip, so some of the things he says will catch you SO off guard it’s not even funny.

that could have gone into nsfw territory but i had to physically restrain myself.

TLDR; fukunaga as a partner is someone who isn’t going to be necessarily doting or clingy, but he will cherish you with everything he has and does everything he can for you to make your life as joyful as possible! he loves you so much and will show you every day!

BONUS SCENARIO (i’m insane):

You close your book fairly quickly when you hear the sizzling of the skillet come from inside of the kitchen. Jumping up from the couch, you slide on the wooden floor as you make your way to your boyfriend who somehow managed to sneak by you without a sound. You smile when you see Fukunaga standing there, in front of the stove and in his element, his shoulders shifting from the movement of his arms as he slides the chopped up carrot into the skillet along with the other vegetables.

“Hate to break it to ya, but you’re not as sneaky as you think,” he says, adding a pinch of salt to the ingredients in the skillet before he sends you a wink over his shoulder.

“Definitely not as sneaky as you,” you quip back, sliding your sock clad feet across the floor as you make your way over to him. You wrap your arms around his torso from behind and bury your head in the middle of his back. He giggles, resting his free hand over one of your own and rubbing his thumb across the back of it.

“You’re clingy, angel,” he comments, lighthearted and airy, showing you that he doesn’t really mean it. Either that or he doesn’t mind it.

“Can’t help it,” you shrug with a sigh, “you’re sexy when you cook.”

He chuckles, “Oh? You don’t think I’m sexy all the time?”

“Now, I didn’t say that,” you huff, your cheeks heating up when you feel him shake with silent laughter.

The sizzling tones down a little bit now that he has all of the ingredients in the skillet and has been stirring for a while, and luckily for you, Fukunaga decides it to be the optimum time to turn around and wrap you in his arms. He kisses the top of your head and you smile, burying your face further into his chest.

“You’re makin’ my favorite,” you muse after a while, tilting your head so that your chin rests against his chest as you look up at him.

“That I am, sweetpea,” he confirms simply, quite enjoying the way you instantly beam up at him from your place in his chest.

“Any particular reason why?”

“Well, I thought that maybe if I made your favorite, you’d think I was extra sexy,” he jokes, though he sounds completely serious. He giggles when your smile drops and you roll your eyes, choosing to bury your face back into his chest with groan.

“You’re annoyin’, Shou,” you say as you squeeze him tighter.

“You love it.”

“That I do.”

#fyfa answers #THIS WAS PURE WORD VOMIT. I HOPE U ENJOY #this is so long OH MY GODDDDD #this will get exactly 2 notes. but it’s ok #the brainrot is terminal #genuinely #fukunaga x reader #fukunaga shouhei #fukunaga imagine #fukunaga shouhei x reader #shouhei fukunaga #shouhei fukunaga x reader #nekoma x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #fukunaga fluff #kuroo x reader #yaku x reader #haikyuu imagine

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bjy-on-ao3 · 4 years ago

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Would you be willing to write a fic for Levi (from Obey Me!) where the reader gives him a blow job while he plays video games? Thank you!

(As usual, you can find the AO3 version of all my uploads [and some things I don’t post here to tumblr] via my Masterlist blog page.)

Obey Me! Is apparently just my fandom now for when I want to write fics without heavily plotting out the dialogue first. I don’t know why, but it seems to work out well enough. Thought this one seemed like it didn’t require a ton of coherent speaking, as I imagine Leviathan would be an incoherent mess in a case like this.Fulfilling as a request from a Tumblr anon for reader giving Leviathan a blowjob while he plays video games. I likely won’t take other Leviathan requests besides this, simply because of all the brothers, Levi and Mammon are the lowest on my list and I find I have the hardest time studying for them when I write stuff like this. (This should be gender neutral, but if for some reason I overlooked something, and it’s not, someone yell at me so I can correct it.) Summary Reader interrupts Leviathan while he’s playing some games on his computer. They want to play a little game of their own with him. Tags/Warnings Blowjobs, Oral Sex, Reader-Insert, Shameless Smut

Distraction (GN! Reader/Leviathan)

The sudden sharp rap of knuckles on the door of his made Leviathan nearly jump in his seat, snapping him out of the focus that previously had belong to the game he was playing. He sat up straighter in his chair, golden eyes flickering between the monitor and the door. The interruption at a crucial moment earned him a game over and the prompt to begin again. The knocking rang out again, more forcefully, followed by a voice.

You waited outside for several seconds, hearing nothing. Raising your curled fist to drum on the door a third time, thinking he had fallen asleep or was out picking up some new figurine or game that Akuzon didn’t have. But as you drew your hand back, the customary TSL question that came with knocking on Leviathan’s door met you.

You smiled at the question, which always sounded passingly suspicious. You wondered if he always asked, even when he knew who was on the other side of the door, simply because he enjoyed the exchange more than he let on; a reminder the person in the hall still shared interest for one his favorite things. You thought for a moment, trying to recall the answer needed. You called it out loud and clear so he wouldn’t mishear through the door.

There was another period of silence and you waited, positive your answer was the correct one. Sure enough, the door opened and Leviathan was already moving away from the frame to let you in, leaving it to you to close the door behind you.

“Oh crap, did I interrupt you?” You asked sheepishly, glancing over at his computer monitor and noting the ominous screen prompting him to ‘try again?’.

“N-no, I mean, yes,” Leviathan began. That cute nervousness you saw a lot concerning your presence was already at work, it seemed. His face fell for an instant as he realized you might misconstrue his answer as blaming you. “But that’s alright! I can get back there again, easy!” He declared, the previous shaky tone drowned out by his confidence in his gaming abilities.

You stifled a small laugh in your throat, looking over at the screen again. It looked like a game you had seen before, one that Leviathan had shown you, in fact. You had seen that prompt too many times in the beginning to not recognize it.

“Would it be alright if I watched for a little bit?” You asked brightly, meeting his eyes.

The nerves bubbled up again, and you could see them clearly, but were quickly replaced once he processed your question. The new expression on his face was nearly ecstatic, nerves dying all over again in the joy or you expressing interest of watching him play.

“Oh, sure. After I beat this level, we can play something together… i-if you want?” The sentence was strong and happy to start, but trickled away into a soft apprehension.

You beamed at him and nodded. “Sounds good to me!” you cheered and noted the cute blush that tinged his cheeks from your enthusiasm.

Turning away, Leviathan made his way back to his chair and plopped down. You followed once you ensured the door was closed securely. The last thing you needed was to give one of his brothers an excuse to come barging because you accidentally left it ajar or unlatched. You looked at several other seats scattered around his room, to accommodate times when he allowed others into the room to play with him, but didn’t sit down. You opted instead to stand behind him, peering past his shoulder.

You knew it made him a little nervous when you got close, but it was fun to see his focus waver and watch his cheeks color more while he was aware of your presence - at least until he sank back into his zone of focus. Once everything faded away, it was like you weren’t even there and he would relax. It was a game you played in the past, and you knew just how to break his focus over and over when he slipped into it. Your intentions weren’t malicious, of course, and had he asked you to stop, you gladly would have done so.

You lay your forearms over the back of the computer chair, careful not to press down too hard and tilt it back. Leviathan glanced out of the corner of his eyes, cheeks still cutely pink, but he turned back to the screen, trying to ignore the new distraction. ‘It doesn’t mean anything,’ he told himself. Sure, you had confessed before you loved the time you spent with him, more so than your time with his brothers or the others outside the House of Lamentations you were close with. Still, he had trouble believing anyone could truly have an interest in a shut-in like himself.

You made short, quiet quips regarding the game as you watched him play, accompanying each with a gentle touch on his shoulder or neck. He answered dutifully, though his voice quivered whenever your fingertips brushed over his skin. His skin was pleasantly cool to the touch, despite the reddish tinge creeping past his cheeks and down his neck, too. You let one finger linger a little longer than the others.

The grating sound denoting Leviathan had died again in-game burst from his headset, and the game over scared flashed once more. He heaved a small, frustrated sigh, and you couldn’t but smile mischievously behind him.

“This level seems pretty hard,” you commented absently, working to suppress your grin.

“O-oh, y-yeah, it can be kinda tricky,” Leviathan answered, relieved to have an excuse for the death. He didn’t want you realizing you were the distraction knocking down his skill level.

“I’m sure you’ll get it soon. Don’t mind me though, no rush!” you reassured him. However long it took Leviathan to complete the level, you got to have fun. If it took him a while thanks to your ‘help’, it meant more lingering touches and teasing, and if he finished it early enough, you got to spend some time bonding over the game picked out next. A win-win situation, to be sure.

He nodded, staring at the game again. You waited innocently for a moment, repeating the same subtle actions as before, as if you weren’t quite paying attention to what you were doing, letting him settle a bit before you moved on. A look of determined slowly fell over his face, the flush in his cheeks a little less obvious. But his normally narrow pupils had dilated, just barely visible beneath his fringe of violet hair. You debated if you should just let him be for the evening and have your fun some other time.

‘No,’ you decided, letting your hands slip away from Leviathan’s shoulders, leaning further onto the chair. Your chin rested near his shoulder, hands poised on the armrests on either side of him. The telltale signs you were distracting him shone through again once he noticed how much closer you were, even though separated much by the back of the chair.

But he could feel the heat of yours and face near him, much more pleasant than his chill skin. Your breath tickled lightly, and he had to stop from squirming in his seat, lest he give himself away. He was determined not to react, to pay it no mind, stubbornness assuring him again it meant nothing despite what his screaming brain suggested.

You had to give him credit for the levels of denial he achieved now and then. Sure, you appreciated he never assumed more of you than you meant to give, but sometimes it became frustrating, making it hard to make an obvious enough trail of breadcrumbs for him to follow. Not because he was stupid, but just stubborn and lacking the confidence to assume you could mean what your hints suggested.

Your attention faltered from the display, ignoring the sound of another game over, and you glanced down at Leviathan’s lap. It wasn’t the most prominent, but you could make out a bulge growing in his pants, a sign you were having more of an effect than making him blush and stutter or impeding his focus. Though you hadn’t caught his full attention in that regard, not yet, not with how he was surely trying to push the unchaste thoughts aside and ignore your proximity. You wondered how much could ignore from a real distraction, though.

“Hey, Levi, it’s not that I’m not enjoying watching you play or anything, but would you mind if I entertained myself a little while I wait for your to finish?” you requested, still leaning close, so your words skated over his ear. You smiled at the shiver he couldn’t stifle in time before he spoke.

“I-I-I...s-sure. It’s fine, I’m sure it’s boring!” he said, tripping over words and trying to shake off the haze threatening to distract him further.

“Oh, no, it’s not boring at all!” you reassured him. You didn’t want him thinking you found him or what he enjoyed doing boring. “Just, don’t mind me and keep playing, okay?” you insisted, standing up straight.

What you were planning was a leap for sure, but you were going to give it a shot. Your curiosity wouldn’t let the thought go once it had surfaced. You hoped once Leviathan realized what you intended, he’d enjoy it.

You swept around the chair, ducking down and beneath his desk, pressing both hands to his knees. Instantly, all focus Leviathan had left exploded, and when you looked up, his was a brilliant crimson, eyes round and enormous. A torrent of nervous gibberish flooded past his lips, his brain short circuiting.

“Levi, it’s alright,” you reassured him. “Just keep playing. Remember, I said not to mind me?” You waited, searching and listening for signs he wanted you to stop, and wasn’t just flustered.

“I-I… b-but.” He took a deep breath, as if it would allow him to restore his sanity, before turning his gaze up, trying not to peek back down.

“Do you want me to stop?” you asked from your knees. You wanted to be sure whether it was his insecurity and embarrassment or true distaste and uncertainty causing him to protest.

His words tumbled out explosively, face screwing up, red and flustered as he tried still not to focus on you too much. “I-I-I… that’s not… y-you don’t have to…” Leviathan trailed off, pausing before continuing in a mumble. “N-no, you can keep going, I just thought…” His words became so soft you couldn’t really make them out anymore, but you sadly knew he was likely battling with his self-esteem again, declaring himself a gross otaku or some other awful moniker for the umpteenth time.

“Just so you know, I’m doing this because I want to and I like you a lot, Levi,” you told him unwaveringly. He didn’t answer, sitting there tomato red. He nodded and turned his attention back to the controller in his hands.

Your own attention flitted down, back to his lap, where the evidence of how you affected him had grown more prominent than before. Rubbing soothing circles on his knees, after a moment you reached for the hem of his shirt, pushing it up and hooking your fingers beneath the waistband of his pants. A sharp inhale hissed through the air, and your eyes danced up for an instant before focusing on the task at hand. You dragged the waistband of his pants down carefully, pulling his boxers along with them.

The erection you knew had been straining against his underwear sprang free, standing proud and unashamed in contrast to its embarrassed owner. You heard the tapping of buttons above you, the faint sound of the game from before filtering down from Leviathan’s headphones, though slower and less practiced. Tentatively, you wrapped one hand around his shafter, stroking up and down smoothly. He rewarded you with another sharp inhale and small, stifled sound.

You tightened your grip, pumping your hand up and down a little faster. Even more soft noises met you, the clack of the controller stalling, though you could tell Leviathan was doing his best to do as you asked. You eyed the wet bead of pre-cum that leaked from the head of his cock and flicked an impish glance up to him before focusing back down.

You leaned in, opening your mouth and letting your tongue loll out, lapping coyly at the pearl of fluid. Its bitter flavor burst over your tongue and you licked at the head again, the salty tang of his skin complementing the first taste. Above you, Leviathan let out a groan you weren’t sure if couldn’t suppress or hadn’t wanted to. You didn’t think on it long, the lingering taste of him and the heady smell of musk filling your senses.

Your lips wrapped around the head fully, mouthing and sucking and twirling your tongue around it. You shifted your grip, one hand caressing the base of his dick, the other cupping his balls and massaging them gently. The noise of the game pause for several seconds, as if Leviathan had momentarily forgotten about it. You took the chance to take in more of his cock, rubbing your tongue along the underside and you went, tracing the line of a thick, throbbing vein.

He whimpered loudly before you had even taken him halfway, and you heard your name follow in a needy, strained tone. His chest heaved shakily above you, and you looked up again as best you could with your lips around him. His fingers moved over the controller in a way that was very clumsy compared to his typical video game dexterity. Your distraction was shattering his concentration quite successfully, but you appreciated how hard at least he was still trying.

When you reached the bottom of his cock, the tip pressing against your throat, you swallowed, and a half-choked moan spilled out from Leviathan’s lips. His hips stuttered a little involuntarily, and you drew back, hollowing your cheeks. You pulled back until only the tip of your tongue flickered over his tick, teasing the head again and making choke out another embarrassing sound. You sank back down to engulf him in your hot mouth all over again, savoring each new, obscene sound it elicited from him.

You nearly jumped back when something cool and soft and leathery brushed along your hand and then your cheek. You calmed when out of the corner of your eyes you realized it was only Leviathan’s tail. Another quick half-glance upward confirmed in his arousal and distraction, he had shifted into his demon form. His tail wrapped lazily around and down, the pleasantly cool, scaly skin stroking your cheek and neck tenderly.

From the sounds above you as you continued to lave his dick with attention, glistening with your saliva as you pulled away each time, it sounded as if he had gone completely to pieces. Sure enough, his breathing grew even more labored, and the sound of his fingers on the controller stopped altogether. Clack. The loud sound of the controller clattering to the desk reached you. His focus was broken entirely, and he couldn’t pretend any longer.

“I-I tried, but…” he began in a groan, his attempt to sound apologetic ruined by the huskiness of his voice.

To assure you weren’t displeased with him, you increased your pace, sucking harder. Without the game to focus on, Leviathan melted into a pliant, desperate puddle. One newly freed hand moved to stroke your head and accompany his tail, while the other held the edge of his desk like a vice. His hips bucked in small, needy motions and you moaned around his cock.

Leviathan moaned and whine freely now, save for biting his lip, though even still he was pleasantly loud. You wondered absently what his brothers might think if they heard the noise or knew what you were doing. Not that it was really any of their business, of course.

From the frantic way Leviathan rocked his hips, his heavy breathing, and the way his dick twitched and throbbed, you knew he was so very close. He whimpered your name again, once, twice.

“I-I’m gonna…” Leviathan’s tried to warn you, but the arrival of his release silenced him, the warning a little too late as he came hard.

You greedily took in as much of his cock as you could as he finished, swallowing each salty, bitter jet of cum that washed over your tongue. You groaned as you swallowed, and above you his voice reflected the lust of the sound. When finally he had no more to offer, his chest rising and falling harshly, you pulled back. You stopped only to clean anything you had missed, before sitting back and licking your lips. You looked up at the still very red and flustered demon. He looked utterly exhausted, but his golden gaze skittered away shyly when you met it and you smiled at how cute he looked again.

He mumbled an apology again that was only partially audible, and you shook your head. “You did great, Levi, don’t worry. Besides, ti was fun. And, you know, if you want, we can practice some more so you get can get even better,” you suggested bawdily.

Levi looked torn, both mortified and excited by the idea, seeming as if he might combust. But you knew he wouldn’t say no the next time around.

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obscure-sentimentalist · 5 years ago

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“You can stop pretending to be tough now. It’s just me.” - Merlyn Boys, any au you feel like it :) they are all amazing! And this prompt list is like 90% Merlyn Boys material hahaha it was really hard to pick just one.

From this prompt list

(Thank you, anon! Not sure if you’re the same anon who’s submitted a few other prompts previously, or if there are a few of you: either way, I appreciate your enjoyment of these boys!!!)

From a new AU, whose creation can be credited to @absentlyabbie after talking about some variations on this theme. We’ll see how this first outing goes.

“You can stop pretending to be tough now. It’s just me.”

Connor fights the And that’s why I need to be tough that instinctively wants to rise up and instead blows out an exaggerated breath, unfolding his arms from what was apparently a very “tough-guy” stance.

Given the meeting out of which he’d just walked (and then had to wait an additional ten minutes for Tommy to get free from), it would make sense.

“Well, that went… swimmingly,” he quips, but seeing as he’s not the twin who’s so blessed in that department, the comment takes off like a limply-thrown paper plane that dips into an immediate nosedive.

Tommy claps a supportive hand on his back before reaching over to smack the Down arrow. “I think it went as well as it could have gone, given the circumstances,” he counters. “I mean, we figured it wasn’t going to be a warm welcome, because it’s Dad, but we’ve ensured that Mom’s clinic is going to stay in family hands.”

Connor manages to crack a smile at that—it was a pretty big win, and Malcolm’s face upon finding out that Tommy was not only refusing to sign off on his portion of the clinic, but had unearthed his presumed-dead-at-birth twin brother to outvote their father on the sale made for satisfying icing on the cake.

There are going to be many more challenges to come—crucial, life-altering ones—but at the very least, Connor can give his brother this.

Tommy fully understands what an incredible gift it is, as his expression goes from calmly pleased to igniting with the brightest, face-splitting grin imaginable. “Thank you,” he finally says, turning to clutch at Connor’s shoulders with both hands before pulling him in for an appreciative hug. “You know, I didn’t want to drag you into all of this…”

Connor shakes his head, tightening his hold on his brother in reassurance. “I offered to help. It was the very least I could do.”

Tommy pulls back a bit, joy starting to bleed out of his face as something else settles in. “Still…”

The elevator doors clank open without fanfare, bringing the hug to an end in order to board. Connor steps in first, slapping the Lobby button before settling in the back-right corner; while Tommy lags behind, his movements lead-heavy as if his body’s reacting to a realization that’s slowly coming to him.

By the time the doors have closed, it’s clear he’s reached it, and the celebratory times get yanked under by reality.

“We just told Dad,” Tommy says, voice pitching high in panic at the end as the weight of that revelation starts to sink in. “We just told Dad, and we told him in regards to an actual business matter. That means he’s going to have to go back to whatever buyer he had lined up and say, ‘Sorry, no can do, my son pulled his secret brother out of a hat and they ganged up on me, and, in an uncharacteristic move, I caved.’ There is no way that’s not going to get attention.”

“I agree.” Connor calmly folds his arms across his chest and leans against the back wall.

“You— you agree?” Tommy stammers, a loss for words as a cocktail of incredulity and irritation fizzes to the surface. “That’s all you have to say?”

That should set off alarm bells for Connor, get him to scramble to explain himself, to appease Tommy with a bit of anxiety and second-guessing. It’s what he would have done if he’d found himself in this situation years earlier, and his brother still expects to see that reaction. But this is one mask Connor is much too tired to pull up.

And so, he just nods.

Tommy lets out some sort of strangled, frustrated noise, before throwing the emergency stop switch.

Connor raises an eyebrow, giving his brother a Look.

Not that Tommy sees it, keeping his back turned to Connor as he runs a hand through his hair and makes as if he wants to pace. The indecision doesn’t last, though, and he turns to Connor, hand dropping limply to his side. “I just… Connie, what the hell is going on with you?”

Connor straightens at that, finally understanding what a bad move he’s made. He’d pinned too much on Tommy still being ecstatic over getting the clinic back (and, admittedly, his at-times less-than-stellar attention to detail), hoping that would be enough of a distraction to drop the matter with a shake of the head and mild annoyance. This is getting them into dangerous territory.

“First you—not that I’m mad, but without telling me—pack yourself up and move from Gotham to Starling,” Tommy notes, ticking it off on his finger. “Related to that, you drop your surgical residency with less than a year and a half to go, making no moves to transfer and pick it back up, and this doesn’t faze you at all?”

Connor opens his mouth and makes a hand motion with the intent of correcting his brother (quitting his residency at Gotham Memorial does, actually, mean something to him, and it was a difficult decision to make), but Tommy steamrolls over that attempt.

“And now, the grand pooh-bah of them all: after all this time of us deciding not to tell Dad or go public with ‘Surprise, it’s Twins!’ you throw it out the window, and are in no way concerned that you just nuked your anonymity?” Chest heaving, Tommy lets his shoulders drop and stares back at Connor almost helplessly. “I swear, I understand you even less than I do Oliver, these days.”

Oh, that’s a cutting remark, even if Tommy doesn’t fully realize it.

Connor sags against the wall, feeling physically backed into a corner as well as verbally. He brings a hand up to scrub the lower half of his face in thought, the short hairs of his scruff tickling his palm in a distantly familiar way. There’s no easy way out of this one, and as much as Connor is always up for a challenge, neither of the angles he’s currently entertaining seem like they’ll end well.

Option #1: Brush it off. Call it a delayed quarter-life crisis, a bit of soul-searching, something blasé, nothing to get all up-in-arms about. Pull a page from Queen’s book and lie.

Likely result? Tommy doesn’t take that as truth for a second. Something shatters irreparably between the twins.

Option #2, though…

Even if Tommy believes him (debatable, given the nature of the truth), Connor made a promise to himself that this was a burden he’d shoulder himself. No one else—especially not Tommy—should have to live with the same extent, the same specifics, of his knowledge.

The silence is closing in, though, and the longer Connor waits, the weaker Tommy’s faith and trust in him will become. It’s time to make a choice.

In the end, he opts for a bit of both.

“It— It’s kind of embarrassing, really,” Connor starts, forcing a nervous laugh up around the lump in his throat. “But I had this dream—nightmare, actually, and on New Year’s Day at that. I… don’t really remember the details, but when I woke up, it was with this really profound sense of loss.” He trails off, gulping a shaky breath in and cautiously lifting his gaze to meet Tommy’s.

It guts Connor all over again to see how his brother’s face plummets into a look of horrified understanding.

“Maybe not my finest hour, but I panicked,” Connor continues, hunching his shoulders slightly for effect. “Dropped everything, quit my residency, started looking up places in Starling. From the few scraps that lingered of that dream after I woke up, I got the impression that I had a lot of regrets—like, I never got the smug satisfaction of watching Dad’s face melt when I came walking through the door.” He allows a small smile to tug at his lips.

It’s infectious, as Tommy’s soon grappling with his own. “Wish I’d gotten that on camera.”

“You and me both,” Connor agrees, shaking his head. After a moment, he leans it back against the wall, making a point of diverting his eyes away from his brother. “But it was stuff like that. Things I could have done but didn’t, others I would never have even thought of in the moment, and still more that if given the opportunity, I would ch-…” He chokes on the word.

That’s tripping a little too close for comfort than these half-truths are supposed to.

Thankfully, Tommy misses that fumble, and his face softens at the rest of Connor’s words. “I get it, in a weirdly overreacting way,” he admits. “We’ve lost a lot of time in our lives that we should have had as brothers, and having something like that hit… it has to mess with your head.

“But Connor,” Tommy pauses, reaching out to place a hand on Connor’s shoulder. “It was a dream, in the end. I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.” He winces. “So, you maybe could have waited on the big move instead of derailing your career.”

Connor groans at that and bats Tommy’s hand away. “I’ve made worse decisions, but that still wasn’t one of my best.”

“Hey, don’t start talking to me about terrible decisions,” Tommy warns as he finally turns forward again and switches the emergency stop off. As the lights come back on and they continue their descent, he shoots a grin over his shoulder. “On the bright side, though, at least that’ll dock you a few points and you’ll only beat me by a slight margin to be the favorite twin in the public’s eye. Because, you know, that’s going to be a thing now.”

Connor makes a face at that, which just makes Tommy toss his head back and laugh, eyes squeezed shut in mirth.

The distraction gives Connor the opening to let his expression fall and take a moment to fully process everything that’s just transpired.

Revealing himself to Malcolm was a risk, but the situation called for it, and frankly, it would have had to happen sooner or later. At least now Connor officially has an in, and can start doing everything in his power to make sure their father is brought down before he even tries to do the same to the city.

There’s still time—months, even—before the people of the Glades are truly in danger, but from Connor’s memory, the happier days Tommy has left are dwindling down to none. Things are going to blow up with Queen in a few weeks, by his estimate, and it won’t be much longer before Tommy pushes himself away from Laurel and into their father’s clutches, and by that point…

Well. It’s up to Connor to make sure things never get in the vicinity of that point.

Because these are the only things that matter:

Connor Rhodes woke up on New Year’s 2013 in his Gotham apartment. He went to sleep in Chicago in August 2019.

And he is going to save his brother even if it kills him.

#obscure-sentimentalist writes sometimes #merlyn boys #tommy merlyn #connor rhodes

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forasecondtherewedwon · 6 years ago

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Prompts 10 and 36 just scream Spideychelle. They don't have to be written together, though that might tickle your fancy too

Thanks for the prompts, @soonersgirl86 and Anon! I did end up writing 10 and 36 together, so thank you for putting that idea in my head! Hope you enjoy the results!

The Game’s a Foot on BluePairing:Peter Parker x Michelle Jones (Spideychelle)Rating: TWord count: 1764

10.“You’re wrong and I’ll prove it.”

36. “I’d be fine having sex with the same person forthe rest of my life, if it wasn’t the same sex every single time.”

When you grew up as the ‘smart kid,’ you knew it. You wereeither fawned over or pushed too hard by your parents. Either admired orresented by your siblings. Your classmates simultaneously teased you and wantedyou in their group for projects. Maybe you were lonely, or maybe you enrolledin a good high school, full of ‘smart kids.’ Then you might take it a stepfurther and join Academic Decathlon, grouping yourself with the students thatthe rest of the overachievers thought of as the ‘smart kids.’ Once you’dreached this level, this upper echelon of tomorrow’s leaders, you couldn’t justplay a board game in your spare time. At least, that was what Flash was attemptingto convince them of.

MJ was currently trying to disappear into the thick cushionsat one end of the couch in Flash’s family’s living room. Every time herobnoxious teammate paced by her, she got a lungful of air that had the generalscent of Too Much Body Spray. She was full of regret; one surprise, come-from-behindvictory during a Decathlon scrimmage with another local school had made herfeel dangerously friendly towards the losers she captained and, in the insanityof the moment, she’d spoken two fateful words: “team bonding.”

Now the entire team was spending their Saturday nighttogether at the Thompsons’ while Flash’s parents had a ‘romantic weekend’(Flash’s words―uh, barf) in Las Vegas. Weird family. Somewhere between animpromptu video game championship and the time the tower of pizzas arrived (apparentlya purchase that qualified as an emergency, subsequently charged to Mr.Thompson’s credit card), MJ had identified sinking into the depths of the couchas the least obvious escape route. They just had to forget about her for awhile. If she was completely still, there would eventually be an opportunity tobook it to the door and taste the freedom of her old life. A life before teambonding.

But then Flash started in on his board games rant and beforehe’d reached the end of it (she hoped there actually was an end), he’d beguncounting the other people in the room in case teams needed to be formed. Whatpissed MJ off even more than being counted for participation reasons was thefact that Flash didn’t know how many people were in Decathlon. Not like theyhad biweekly practices or he’d been on the team for three years with very fewnew faces or anything. Moron.

“So we combine them,” he insisted. “Play multiple games atonce.”

“More challenging,” Cindy agreed, perking up next to MJ. “Ilike it.”

“Bonding is cancelled,” MJ protested wearily. “I’m thecaptain.”

Flash rounded on her, crossing his arms.

“Well, there should be another captain, for, like, moraleand chilling!” he said. “And that’s me.”

“That’s the last thing we need,” she grumbled.

“You’re wrong,” Flash argued, “and I’ll prove it.”

That was probably when she should’ve protested harderinstead of slouching off to the bathroom, but hey, she’d drunk two cans ofginger ale and her bladder was feeling it. Constant small sips meant shorterresponses and therefore, fewer chances of being engaged in conversation. Now,walking back into the living room, MJ saw that she was going to pay for her peebreak and pay dearly.

There was a creased Twister mat unfolded on the floor.

Logically, there wouldn’t be room for them all on theplastic sheet, but solving that problem was another thing they’d done while shewas gone. (She’d been two minutes! What the hell?!) These devious,academically-accomplished bastards―had already laid out and begun the alternategame, what looked like a combination of Clue and Life. Betty was sitting withher legs neatly folded, hashing out rules that seemed to require players tosolve the murder before they reached retirement. Oh, and the killer was one ofthe family members they would collect on the way.

MJ was going to lose her shit. If she was about to be heldagainst her will for… who knew how long, potentially hours… she would have atleast wanted to be in the group that wouldn’t be contorting themselves to reachthe correct coloured circle.

She could almost convince herself that was how she felt aslong as she didn’t make eye contact with Peter, staring at her from the otherside of the Twister mat. MJ swallowed and did what anyone with a massive secretcrush and a deficient sense of self-preservation would do: she peeled off hersocks, rolled up the cuffs of her boyfriend jeans, and stepped up to the edgeof the mat.

A dozen rounds in and she was lying to herself again. It wasobviously Flash’s body spray that made her want to knock him over, not the factthat he was positioned between her and Peter. (Yeah right.) Maybe he’d toppleon his own if she announced that she knew Peter was Spider-Man. Was that anappropriate conversation starter? Parties weren’t really her thing.

MJ eyed Peter as he placed his left hand on yellow.Seriously, was no one else paying attention to the ease with which that nerdshifted his limbs? You didn’t get casual strength and defined arm muscles likethat from constructing Lego Death Stars, that was for damn sure. It was thelatest in a long, long trail of breadcrumbs she’d been gathering for months. Sheclosed her eyes for a second and refocused on the game. Again, the urge to bumpFlash possessed her. But she wasn’t supposed to wish for him to be out―Flashwas on her team. Twister wasn’t meant to be a team sport, but Christ, thesetouchy-feely saps.

Ned, who had apparently been killed off in Clue/Life (yeah,she really hadn’t gotten a good grasp of the rules, or they’d evolved), was nowworking the Twister spinner and cheerfully reading out each round’saccompanying question. Because it had to be a combination of games. Because,again, Flash was a moron.

“Right foot blue, MJ,” he directed. (Fucking easy for him tosay, she thought as she stretched with a grunt.) “And your question…” Ned drewa card from the deck. “Would you rather have sex with the same person for therest of your life, or never get to have sex with anyone more than once?”

“Flash, where did you get these questions?” she wondered, movingher foot with a smack.

It wasn’t the first time she’d asked, but he was being cageyabout it. Honestly, most of them sounded like they’d come from some kind of sextherapy manual. Oh god, maybe it was a real game and his disgustingly-in-loveparents played it.

“Just answer,” Flash demanded. “I can’t…. stay…”

He slipped and fell on his ass. MJ blurted out a laugh. Finally,she was having fun at team bonding night.

Flash extricated himself from the mat, being a good enoughsport not to try to take MJ or Peter down as he made his exit, going to watchClue/Life. Peter and MJ were the only two left now. MJ rotated her footexperimentally on its circle, making her toes brush Peter’s. A blush raced uphis face like a burning match. Fascinating.

“MJ?” Ned asked, waiting.

“Uh, can you come back to me?”

He frowned.

“You’re supposed to―”

“They’re fake rules,” she reminded him, “and Peter doesn’tcare. I’ll answer my question after he moves.”

Peter shrugged. Ned sighed dramatically.

“Fine, but I think you should be setting a better example ascaptain.”

“Noted.” She rolled her eyes.

“’K, Peter…” He paused as the spinner whirled around. “Lefthand blue.”

MJ clenched her teeth together and squeezed her lips shut asshe analyzed the circles surrounding his current location. She would not smileshe would not smile she would not smile―Peter lunged towards her and, aftermaybe a second’s worth of hesitation, reached his arm over her extended leginstead of under it. She had her stomach to the ceiling, braced on hands and feetlike a crab, which had been extremely unsexy until Peter positioned himselflike he was about to climb on top of her. The front of his t-shirt draped overher thigh. MJ wasn’t sure he strictly had to be that close. She narrowed hereyes.

Dammit, he’d been playing a long game too.

After settling into his new posture by rocking a bit on hishands, he glanced up, flicking hair out of his eyes. They looked at each other.Yep, definitely dammit.

“Back to you,” Ned reminded her. “No more passing.”

“What was the question again?” she checked, trying to soundbored.

“She’s stalling,” Peter accused. Their eyes held for asecond. “MJ has the best memory in this room.”

Playful complaints? Flattery? And, oh, he wanted her toanswer the question? She would answer that question.

“I’d be fine having sex with the same person for the rest ofmy life,” MJ told Ned (while really, actually, telling Peter), “if it wasn’tthe same sex every single time.”

She was almost certain he’d started to lean over her bodymore before shifting back. And his mouth was open. Though she never stared athis mouth. (Another lie.)

“What if it was one person who behaved like two people?” Nedasked gleefully.

Peter’s head whipped around to shoot his friend a wide-eyed lookthat, to MJ, blatantly said shut up.Could they make it any more obvious that Peter had a secret identity? It wasbaffling. These were the stupidest smart kids she’d ever had the misfortune ofmaking friends with… and in one case, accidentally falling head over heels for.If they were going to be that dumb,she would indulge herself in a moment of pretend ignorance.

“Like roleplay or something?” she asked. Peter made a weirdsound in his throat. MJ decided to go in for the kill, catching his eye. “Yeah,maybe. I’m kind of into masks.”

“I forfeit,” Peter announced, springing to his feet.

Once he’d bounded away down the hall to the bathroom, MJ letherself collapse onto the mat.

“So I guess it’s pretty much impossible that you haven’tnoticed Peter likes you,” Ned summarized, idly flicking the spinner.

“I’ve noticed lots of things,” she replied, smiling as shestared at the high ceiling.

She chose not to specify that one of them wasPeter’s super alter ego. Or that another was the bulge in the front of hisjeans he hadn’t managed to completely block with his hands before running out.Not that MJ would ever look.

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panda-noosh · 6 years ago

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Sunshine {demigod!Keith x Reader}

Words: 6k

Summary: Keith Kogane was insufferable. An absolute nightmare to be around. So why are you getting visions of him kissing you?

Genre: angst – percyjackson!au

Warning: if pet names make you cringe, you might not wanna read this.

Notes: masterlist – “Tbh just imagine a demigod au. Where Keith is still son of ares and the reader is the daughter of Apollo and Keith calls her sunshine constantly... fuuuuuuuuuuudgee I want Keith to call me sunshine.” I got this lovely anon message a few hours back and I really, really loved it. I know I kind of strayed a little bit from the main concept, but I have a habit of getting carried away with these things and my black heart just had to throw the angst in lol. But I hope you all enjoy!!

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He was stupid.

Stupid, and annoying, and quite honestly, not worth your precious time.

Keith Kogane had an attitude that just irked you. It got on your nerves, made you bristle with the firey need to put him in his place at all times. He could never just talk. He had to command. All because his dad was Ares, god of war, Keith thought he was some big shot demigod who deserved all of the attention and all of the fame and all of the credit for things that, honestly, he wouldn't have been able to do if it weren't for the Apollo cabin.

It was an Ares personality trait, you were well aware. They all did it. They all had this aura of superiority about them, and even though Keith seemed mild in comparison to his siblings, he still managed to be the one guy who caught your eye and annoyed you.

Even now, during the most quiet time of the day at Camp Half-Blood; training. Training was a necessary thing in Camp Half-Blood, and it was bad if you skipped it. Chiron often got angry at people for skipping it, and an angry Chiron was a Chiron you did not want to deal with, which was why you were currently leaning against the fence post, arms folded over your chest, trying to pretend like you weren't glaring over at Keith Kogane as he battled it out with one of his sisters.

“You know, you're not making yourself look very subtle,” Hunk, your half-brother, called over to you.

Your eyebrows twitched up as you turned to look at him, arms still folded over your chest so that your Sun Blade gently nicked against the fabric of your training gear. “Hm?”

“You. You've been staring over at the Ares cabin for the past ten minutes. Haven't moved a muscle. I thought you'd been paralysed for a moment.”

You flushed, tried to cover it by biting your lip and looking away. Hunk and you were of similar ages, but you didn't like to talk about that. The fact that your father had gone from your mother to Hunk's mother in less than a few months was a fact you both chose to ignore. It was easier that way, just letting the gods get on with their own things and hope they didn't interject in your business in the meantime.

“Do you think you two will ever stop fighting with one another?” Hunk asked whenever you didn't respond to his earlier comments. He was busy now swinging a rope of fire above his head, ready to let it loose whenever the time was right.

“Who?”

“Well who else?” he said, getting impatient with your fake obliviousness. “You and Keith! The sexual tension drives me up a wall, and I think everyone would be a bit happier if you two just finally decided to stop pretending you hate one another-”

“I'm gonna stop you there,” you said, before you clicked your fingers. A ball of fire erupted in your palms and you hastily threw it through the centre of the rope Hunk was still swinging around; the fireball sliced through it, and Hunk's magical rope of fire disappeared, ashes floating to the ground being the only evidence it had been there at all.

Hunk frowned and glared over at you, but you ignored him and turned your head back to where the Ares cabin were training; to hell with them all, you said. To hell with him. To hell with his fancy equipment and the fact that he could easily lift a sword with barely a grimace to describe the weight of it. To hell with his sly comments. To hell with his protruding muscles and black hair that was currently slicked back with a thin sheen of sweat that was dripping down his forehead and his nose and making him glisten golden in the sunlight-

Yeah. Yeah. To hell with him.

Everybody else thought they had it all figured out. Everybody commented on the sexual tension between you and Keith – so much so that you had gotten to the point where you had just stopped trying to defend yourself. In your head, it was utterly outrageous that anyone would sense sexual tension between you and the son of Ares – whenever you looked at Keith, the last thing on your mind was jumping his bones. Whenever you looked at Keith, the only thing you wanted to do to him was tell him to shut up and perhaps send a swift punch to the back of his neck.

But nobody else seemed to understand that. They all seemed to think you two were just dawdling. That you two were just playing your hand at this hard-to-get thing, and eventually you would come together and it would all fall into place and everybody would be able to say I told you so. You nearly scoffed, folding your arms back over your chest and going back to casually leaning against the fence post – they would all see. One day, you were going to fall in love with someone who wasn't a complete asshole, who wasn't a complete show off. Then they'll all laugh and talk about how stupid they had been to think you and Keith could be anything more than mortal enemies.

----

“Good morning, Sunshine.”

You cried out, eyes snapping open as soon as the words were whispered in your throbbing ear.

You jerked upright and immediately came face-to-face with the absolute last person you wanted to see in this moment.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you snarled, shoving Keith away from you. He laughed as he stumbled back, giving you just enough time to push yourself away from the tree you had been dozing against and stand up straight. You were well aware of the dribble that was staining the corner of your mouth, the hay currently weaving its way through your tousled hair. You didn't care. Not in the slightest. Not one bit.

You were hurriedly fixing your appearance for you and you only.

Keith was grinning from ear to ear when you looked back up at him, and it was only whenever you made eye contact with him that you realised he hadn't actually answered your question.

“Did you just call me Sunshine?” you asked, forgetting about your previous query. You could care less what he was doing here – he could do what he wanted, just as long as he left you out of it.

He grinned even deeper. “Did you like it? I came up with it myself whenever I was watching you fall asleep a minute ago.”

You flushed crimson, despite trying your hardest not to. “Watching people sleep is creepy.”

“Yeah, well, you kind of left me no choice when you decided to fall asleep whilst on watch. I've basically just saved your ass, Sunshine.”

You gritted your teeth against the nickname, gritted your teeth against the absolute physical reaction it set off within you. You cursed to yourself. Butterflies were stampeding through your stomach, and you hated everything about it.

“If Chiron were to have been the one walking through-”

“Yes, okay Keith, I get it. I shouldn't have fallen asleep. You don't need to go on about it.”

“Oh, but I do. And I think I will for a little while longer.” He chuckled as you ground your teeth together, fists clenching at your sides. You could feel your skin heating up with the anger coursing through you, and it took everything in you not to completely explode at him in this moment – he had some nerve!

“You can go now,” you said. “You did your job – I'm awake.”

“I thought I could give you some company. You still have another three hours of watch to complete, and I'm sure it gets lonely out here all on your lonesome.”

You rolled your eyes and slumped back against the tree. Though he was right, you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing such a thing. “I'm good, thanks. I'll make do on my own.”

But Keith, forever being the stubborn Ares son that he was, did not listen. He barely even registered your words as he pulled his sword from his back, set it on the grass before he slumped down beside you.

It was as soon as his shoulder brushed yours that the world melted away and left nothing behind but the oddest sight you had ever seen.

You were familiar with this feeling, this sudden disassociation from the world; all of the Apollo kids were. Having a father who was the god of prophesies often left you no choice but to suddenly disconnect from everyone else so you could catch a glimpse into the future, but never before had you felt it this strongly.

The sight before you was strange; you were familiar with the surrounding area, but you were confused as to why you would be standing in the Ares cabin. But you were. You could see the tapestries hung up on the wall, the weaponry littering the floor, the unmade beds and the scraps of food laying around hopelessly.

The cabin was empty bar you and Keith.

Keith was standing close to you. Much too close for your liking, and his hand was on your hip and you were staring at him in a way you were fairly certain you had never looked at anyone else before in your entire life. Your jaw was clenched – as it usually was whenever you were in Kogane's presence – but you were making no move to shuffle away from his touch.

The scene was moving in slow motion. Keith moved forward a single step, and then your hands were slowly rising and knotting into his red shirt, pulling him closer as if the rope had finally snapped and you just needed him to be close to you.

Keith leaned in. He whispered something you couldn't hear, leaned in a little bit more. From the sidelines, it was almost as if you could feel his breath tickling the space just below your ear, could smell his deodrant, could feel his heartbeat through your-

“Y/N!”

Your eyes snapped open. You gasped. The heat that had once engulfed your body had grown ten fold, and it took everything in you not to cry out with the slight burst of pain that came with snapping out of a prophesy.

You scattered forward. You didn't want to be touching him. Not right now. Not whenever your powers were sensitive, and every bone in your body was vibrating with the overwhelming emotions you were feeling right now.

Keith was on his knees, having clearly just been trying to snap you out of your episode. He looked at you now, though, with wide, worried eyes, his hands gripping the leaves you had once been sat on as if trying to stabilise himself.

“I'm sorry,” you choked out, unsure as to what you were apologising for.

“What just happened?” he asked. “Gods, Y/N, you look like you're about to pass out. You need to-”

“I need to get back to the Apollo cabin,” you snapped. It came out harsher than you intended, but his recoil comforted you. It meant you weren't at risk of him touching you any time soon. “Can you – Can you take over my watch?”

Keith was stiff. You expected him to tell you to go to hell, to tell you to suck it up and carry on with your job, but he didn't. His head barely moved, but you knew he was nodding, and as soon as you got the green light, you fled as fast as you could into the darkness, refusing to turn back and look at him.

---

Surely he hadn't been about to kiss you?

He was Keith Kogane, for crying out loud. The eerie, annoying boy you had despised from the moment you had both said hello to each other on that cold winters day all them years ago – you had only been seven years old, had been stuck at Camp Half-Blood for a little over two years whenever innocent little Keith stumbled in through the gates and immediately tried to make every person his bitch – he thought he was superior even then. It must have been a shock to the system whenever he learned that every single person he was trying to outsmart had been through the exact same thing as him – he wasn't the only troubled kid with a god for a parent.

You soaked in the bath water and tried to think up any excuse you could as to why your brain had conjured up such an absurd image.

Your skin was still scolding; it hadn't cooled down from the moment you had scrambled from Keith's side. The bath water you had run had been cold, but was now lukewarm at the contact of your flesh against it. You rubbed the water up your arms, but nothing happened. You were still sweating, still shaking as if you had a fever.

It had given you such a physical response, and you couldn't quite figure out why. Perhaps it was because it had been cut off so abruptly – everybody knew that it was extremely dangerous to pull an Apollo kid out of one of their visions. It shocked the body too much, even had a slight risk of death if the shock got the better of them.

You were lucky that your vision had been one you wanted to be pulled out of as soon as possible.

“Y/N? Are you still in there?”

You flinched upright, wiping hair out of your face. “Hunk. Yeah. Sorry. I'll just be a minute.”

“Keith told me what happened to you. He seemed really worried.”

You froze, hands gripping the edge of the bath tightly. So tight that your knuckles paled. Your throat suddenly felt slick, and you closed your eyes against his words.

“You know we have to tell Dad whenever something like this happens, don't you? It's protocol.”

“Hunk, please don't.” You scrambled out of the water then, grabbing a towel and wrapping it tightly around your middle. You were comfortable enough with Hunk like this – sharing a cabin with him for as long as you had done meant that having a towel wrapped around you was hardly a shock to the system.

You opened the door to the washroom. Hunk was leaning against the door, messing idly with his bandanna which he had taken off for the night. He had a green face mask drenching his skin, and was dressed in his silken pyjamas with ducks on them.

He looked up at you through the gaps in his face mask.

“Dad has to know,” he said. “In fact, I don't doubt that he already knows. He sees everything, that guy, I swear to gods.”

You winced. “I don't want to talk to him. I don't even – Look, it wasn't that big of a deal. We all get visions every now and then-”

“And they're dangerous,” said Hunk, because they were. “There's a reason we're trained up to try and fight them off, Y/N. They cause trauma. They've killed some of us.”

You shivered. “I'm still alive.”

“But you're clearly shaken up.” Hunk sighed then and ran a hand through his brown hair. “Keith was worried, and that's what worried me. He said your skin started heating up really badly and then your eyes started glowing golden and then you just bolted from him. What did you even see?”

“Nothing,” you said immediately. “Nothing special. I don't even remember it that well.”

Hunk raised a brow, clearly not believing a single word you were saying. Oh well. You didn't need him to believe you – the prophesy was over, and it was obviously a mistake. What you had seen made no sense, and never would make sense, and you were better off just forgetting about it.

With this thought, your skin heated up even more. You gritted your teeth against the slight buzz of pain that came with such a thing, and Hunk took notice.

He shook his head. “Dad will want to see you. I wouldn't be surprised if he was here by tomorrow to talk to you.”

“Dad doesn't need to worry-”

“Dad isn't worried. He's doing what he needs to do to make sure his kids aren't prophetising some unknown war.” He sighed. “And by the looks of you now, what you saw disturbed you.”

---

Apollo made his appearance the very next day.

Just as you remembered him with his glowing, golden eyes and his tanned skin. He had on his usual pair of red tinted sunglasses, his fingers littered with an unnecessary amount of golden rings, golden necklaces looping around his neck. On his middle finger, he had tattooed a smiling sun.

He grinned brightly when he saw you. “Y/N!”

It was a surprise he even remembered you.

You smiled shyly as Chiron closed the door and gave you and your father some privacy – privacy that you didn't see as necessary, but refused to comment on right now. It would only make Apollo uncomfortable, and you didn't want to deal with an angry, uncomfortable god at the moment.

“I've been made aware that there's some stuff you and I need to discuss, hm?” he said. He pulled a chair out from beneath the large, mahogany desk and sat down, before he clicked his fingers and another one shot out towards you. You hesitantly took a seat beside him, idly messing with your fingers in your lap.

“You had a vision last night, didn't you, little one?”

You gritted your teeth. “I don't know what you're talking about.” It was easier to lie, even though you knew full well that your father was well aware of your deceptions.

He raised a brow, barely visible above his massive sunglasses. “So we're playing dumb today, hm? Did I not raise you to never tell lies? Did I not tell you that lying wasn't going to get you anywhere?”

“That might have been one of your other kids.”

Apollo frowned thoughtfully. “Might have been. I don't really remember.” He snapped back to reality then. “Tell me what it was you saw, Y/N. Exactly what you saw.”

And you were well aware that it was his powers making you do it, were well aware that your father was currently in your head, stifling through your troubled thoughts for that one memory, that one prophesy that had gotten you here in the first place. You were well aware that you wouldn't be able to lie even if you wanted to.

The sudden pull on your conscience was entirely him, and without your permission, the entire vision you had suffered through the night before was pouring from your lips in immense, over-dramatic detail.

Apollo sat back and listened as you unfolded for him. You winced when you heard yourself talking about how Keith had leaned in, how your hands had bunched up in his shirt, how you had been in the Ares cabin in the first place. That in itself was weird enough without the added dramatics of a potential kiss thrown into the mix.

After the tale was told, you gasped and felt a force pushing you back into the chair. You hadn't even realised you had been leaning forward. Sweat now lined your forehead, and you felt manipulated.

“Gods,” you whispered, wiping a trembling hand over your brow. “I don't know how things are in Olympus, father, but here on earth, what you just did is illegal.”

“False,” he said casually. “Your government do it all the time. Now, let's discuss what it is I've just seen – does my daughter have a little crush?”

You flushed bright red, hand freezing on your forehead. “What?”

“Well, why else would you be having prophesies about kissing Keith Kogane? A son of Ares, of all people! You could have gone for someone from the Hephaestus cabin – they're much calmer, I think. Although Hephaestus can cause a ruckus every now and-”

“I do not have a crush on Keith Kogane!” you shrilled.

Apollo flinched back. “Don't raise your voice like that.”

“Then don't make assumptions like that!”

“It wasn't an assumption, little one. I saw what I saw, and you saw it as well – it was a prophesy. A very brief glimpse into the future that will-”

“It was a mistake, is what it was,” you snarled. “Keith and I hate each other!”

“Not according to Hunk.”

Your face fell. “You spoke to Hunk?”

“I thought I'd catch up with him, yes.” He casually leaned back in the chair, draping his arm over the back of it. At first glimpse, you would have truly seen him as no older than his mid twenties. “He told me that the son of Ares was quite worried for you yesterday – flustering around, asking how you were and if he could see you. That doesn't sound like hate to me – not at all.”

“And what would you know?” you mumbled, folding your arms over your chest and sinking lower into your seat.

“You're acting like a brat now, Y/N,” Apollo said. “You were never like this when you were a youngster. You're meant to grow out of these fazes, not grow into them.”

You hollowed out your cheeks, resisting the urge to get up and leave. It was useless anyway. No doubt Apollo had put some magical, double bolted lock on the gods damned door and you would be trapped in here until his say so. But you had butterflies in your stomach, and your skin was prickling with a heat that had not come from the aftershocks of a vision – it was pure embarrassment, pure emotion that was making you want to open a window right now to let air wash over you.

“Personally, I'm relieved the vision wasn't something more,” continued Apollo. “It could have been disastrous, but it was nothing more than some romantic awakening. Quite anticlimactic, if I do say so.”

“Hmph.”

Apollo grinned then, a grin that was almost identical to your own. “Oh, do cheer up, little one. Perhaps Keith Kogane will be good at kissing. Do I need to give him the dad-to-boyfriend talk before I leave?”

“I think you can just leave.”

Apollo grinned even brighter, as if his daughter hadn't just totally banished him from her presence. “Very well then. I bid you good luck for the future and all that.” He stood up, stretched out his limbs dramatically. As he brought his arms back down from their sky-high stretch, he slapped his hands against your head in that way grandfathers often did for the sake of it. You winced, shying away from his touch.

“It was good seeing you again, little one,” he said. “And remember – there's no point in fighting off the inevitable. It'll just leech your energy.”

And without a reply to carry him back to Olympus, your father erupted into flames and disappeared.

---

“Oi! Sunshine! Oi! There you are!”

You quickened your pace. He was the last person you wanted to see. The absolute last person you wanted to-

He grabbed your wrist, tugged you back. As soon as his fingers wrapped around wrist, you gasped and flinched away, afraid of his touch triggering another vision. They were rare, but you didn't want to risk it happening again.

“What do you want?” you hissed, rubbing your wrist frantically, as if trying to banish your skin of the feel of him completely.

Keith's eyes widened. “Woah. What's wrong with you?”

“Can you just say what you want to say and let me leave? I don't exactly wanna speak to you right now.”

He seemed stunned. You weren't sure why. The both of you had ever gotten along – if he was shocked at your attitude now, you hastened to wonder just how soft you had been with him before.

“Well, if you're gonna be a bitch, I guess I'll just go,” he said. “Sorry for wanting to make sure you were okay after last night.”

You were angry. You were furious, and you weren't even sure why. Your skin felt warm, and his violet eyes were pouring into yours and you could feel your legs turning to jelly as you remembered the way you could genuinely feel his breath on your neck during your vision when he had leaned in so slowly, so teasingly-

And it made you mad. It made you mad that people had been right, that this prophesy was something you couldn't avoid. Apollo had made it out to be something so simple, and you supposed it was to him, but to you, it currently meant everything.

The fact that Keith didn't even know just made you angry.

“Don't pretend like you give a shit about what you saw yesterday,” you snarled. Keith's eyes widened even further. “Gods, you must have thought it was so amazing to see an Apollo kid actually have a fucking breakdown in real life – you've only heard of them in story books, haven't you?”

“Y/N-”

“But they're real, Keith, and they happen, and they suck. They hurt, and they destroy lives. So get a good look at the aftermath whilst you still can, because I don't want to see you again after this.” With that, you stepped forward, shoved him roughly for no other reason than you just wanted to feel his skin beneath your fingertips before you turned and fled.

This would be how you avoided the prophesy coming true. You just wouldn't talk to him. You would hurt him, say awful things to get him to stay away from you – then maybe the future would shift. It would change itself and you would never have to worry about making a complete and utter fool out of yourself ever again.

Keith didn't even bother to reach for you whenever you turned and walked away from him, making sure to stomp your feet and clench your fists, making sure to make yourself look extra angry – maybe the fury would repel him even further. Maybe he would see this side to you and realise he had been an absolute fool to mingle with you in the first place.

And weirdly, as soon as you entered the Apollo cabin and crashed down upon your bed, you had never felt emptier.

---

Weeks passed. Nearly an entire month.

Hunk had been keeping you sane throughout the whole thing. He had been there for you the morning after your outburst on Keith, had rubbed your back and said he understood. Of course, he had told you that he didn't think you should have run from your feelings in the way you had, but he hadn't forced the topic of rekindling things with the Ares boy either, which was a relief. You weren't sure how much of that you would have been able to take.

Keith had kept his distance, as well. For the first few days, you would hear the usual hollering of the word 'Sunshine' being thrown in your direction, but he eventually gave up. He had been repelled, making your life a hell of a lot easier. Now, you could easily brush past each other in camp and not even spare one another a single glance.

And honestly, it was destroying you.

You weren't sure why. For years you had been fairly certain that you had only seen Keith as attractive – his personality had never grabbed your attention. At least, you didn't think so. For years, you two had been at each others throats, and now that it was gone – that innocent back and forth – you weren't entirely sure what to do with yourself.

The days were longer. Events became more like business than fun, because Keith had always made them fun. Even though, in the moment, you would swear left and right that he was annoying the hell out of you as he poked you in the side and tried to distract you from the task at hand, now that you were missing his constant mumblings in your ear, you missed it.

But it was for the best, you reminded yourself. Always for the best.

It was a particularly warm day whenever Chiron ordered you to take on laundry duty for the first time in years.

Laundry duty was mostly taken on by people in the Hephaestus cabin, or the Aphrodite cabin. The kids in those cabins had a thing for perfection, and so they very rarely let others touch their clothing, which meant they took on the added task of doing everyone elses laundry, as well.

But the Hephaestus and Aphrodite kids were out training elsewhere today, meaning the baton had been handed down to the Apollo cabin.

“Just deliver these to the right cabins and that's it,” said Hunk, shoving a basket full of warm clothes into your hands.

You groaned, throwing your head back. “I didn't sign up for this.”

“Stop whining and get it over with,” he said.

And so you did, much to your own dismay. You were surprised to see just how many cabins you had never been in before – they were all so different, and you felt a different type of uncomfortable pull with every one, as if the gods were angry at you for trespassing.

You weren't really thinking of seeing him whenever you racked your knuckles against the door of the Ares cabin. At the end of the day, Keith was known to never be tied down to the indoors – he liked his freedom, liked walking around outside and showing off whatever cool new blade he had acquired. So the idea of him opening the door to greet you was the last thing on your mind.

Until it was him standing in front of you.

The both of you blanked. You felt your fingers slipping from the handles of the laundry basket, and you had to stumble to catch it upon your knee and haul it back into your proper grip.

It was such an easy mistake to make. It was such an easy situation to fall into, and you had never thought of it happening like this – you delivering laundry. How anticlimactic was that? Whenever you first had the vision, you thought the only way you would ever end up within the Ares cabin would be by force, perhaps a battle raging outside forcing you under the only cover you could find – the Ares cabin.

But nope. It was happening because you had been given laundry to hand out.

“Uh – clothes,” you said. “I have clothes.”

Keith nodded slowly, not once taking his eyes off of you.

“You can take them if you want,” you continued. “Actually, I'd prefer it if you took them. I need to get this basket back to Hunk, and-”

Keith's hand suddenly reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair out of your face.

You gasped, shocked at the sudden contact. Your fingers really did slip then, the basket tumbling out of your grip and landing in a pile right in the doorway.

The clothes spilled out, scattered themselves upon the wooden floor.

“Son of a bitch,” Keith grunted, bending down to clean up. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-”

“It's fine,” you said, kneeling down to help him.

Why you had done such a thing, you were quick to question, because you and him were suddenly very close together, and your body temperature was rising again, and this was it. This was the future happening, the future you had predicted. You knew what was going to happen, knew you should try and prevent it in some way, knew there was barely any point in avoiding the inevitable but wanting to do so anyway.

You gathered the bundle of clothes into your hand and placed them messily back into the basket – you didn't even care that the remaining cabins clothing had been mixed up, that you would have to go back to Hunk and other Apollo kids and ask them to sort through the items once again. You just wanted to drop his clothes off and leave.

You pushed past him, shoulders nudging as you made your way into the messy room. Keith gawked at you from the doorway, but you ignored him. You had to.

“You should thank Hunk for the washing,” you grumbled, trying to make innocent conversation. Talking was perhaps the only thing stopping you from buckling under his intense gaze right now. “He even added a special powder so all of your stupid, skin-tight shirts smell better. But I think he ended up-”

Your words died in your throat whenever you felt a warm hand on the small of your back – it wasn't anything suggestive. It was almost as if someone was easing you through a crowd, a gentle brush against the lower part of your back that had you whirling around to face Keith before you could think any better of it.

His eyes were searing into yours. You were the child of the god of the sun, but his gaze had to be more smouldering than what yours was. His violet eyes had turned dark, and he was biting on his lower lip.

“Sunshine,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “Where have you been?”

Your eyes closed instinctively. You weren't sure why. Where had the tough persona disappeared to? Why weren't you shoving him away, telling him to go to hell and take his stupid nickname elsewhere?

Maybe it had something to do with the burning desire suddenly coating your stomach, the sudden urge to wrap your fingers in his red jacket and tug him closer to you, feel him closer to you.

“Don't – Don't call me that,” you managed.

He chuckled breathily. You felt it tickle your skin.

“Where have you been, Y/N?” He whispered your real name as if it were some kind of secret, leaning impossibly closer to your ear as he spoke – this was just like an Ares kid to do, but it felt so different, so unexpected coming from Keith.

“I've been busy,” you replied. “Why do you care anyway? It's not like we ever liked each other.”

Keith scoffed. “We certainly didn't hate each other, though, did we? Even the other campers were able to pick up on that.”

You winced, recoiling at the mention of the things the other campers had been saying about the two of you for years now, the things you had both denied left, right and centre.

“You were avoiding me, weren't you?” he continued. “For whatever reason, that vision you had made you want to stay away from me. What did you see, Sunshine? What does your future hold?”

“Don't be creepy,” you said. You were trying to bring the mood back down, trying to bring back the banter you were so used to having with him, but his eyes were still hooded and dark, and he made no attempts to move away from you. On the other hand, you were making no attempts to move away from him, either.

“It was about me, wasn't it?”

“So many questions.”

And then his hand was on your hip all of a sudden. This was your moment. This was the time for you to pull away, to destroy the future you had been destined to have because you were too nervous to throw yourself into that kind of thing just yet – but you stayed rooted to the spot.

His fingertips burned. It was fire against fire, your scolding skin igniting under his grip.

“You know that old saying they have – it takes being away from someone to realise how much you need them?”

Your breath hitched. “Keith-”

“I believe it,” he gravelled. “I believe it now.”

You eased then, his confession making you feel weak. Your eyes closed again and then you were letting yourself go, saying fuck it to every single anxiety you had once had as your hands travelled up Keith's middle until you were bundling your hands in his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer.

He leaned in to whisper in your ear, just like you knew he would. “Neither of us can change the future, Sunshine. We might as well not try.”

He kissed you then. Slowly and precisely, as if he was afraid of hurting you somehow. His lips were chapped and bitten, but they were perfect all the same, left you craving more.

His other hand rose from his side and he cupped your jaw, moving your head only slightly but still giving you the freedom to do what you wanted – a characteristic you never expected from an Ares kid. He was going to allow you to pull away if you wanted to. For once, he didn't want to be in complete control.

You pulled him closer to you, crushing your bodies together until Keith was gasping against your mouth at the sudden harsh tug you gave to his shirt. You let go of the material, instead wound your hands in his hair and tugged. Keith panted against your mouth before pulling away completely. His eyes were closed, and for the first time, Keith Kogane looked vulnerable.

“Was that – Was that what you saw in your vision?” he asked hoarsely.

You nodded stiffly, still trying to catch your breath.

“And you never told me?”

“I was trying to avoid it.”

“Look how that turned out.”

“You just have to be right about everything, don't you?”

He opened his eyes then, grinned and pressed a short kiss to your lips. “Always, Sunshine.”

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justtextmeoppa · 7 years ago

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❝ I will never doubt you ever…❞

Plot: GD thinks you cheating but it is entirely a different thing

Pairing: GD x Reader

Words Count: 2,2k+

Genre: Comedy, Angst and Fluff

For Anon, I hope you like it cutie!

- kyu.

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

‘Fuck!’ You swore for the fifth time, ‘The code keeps on breaking!’

‘Did you add a dash?’ Another voice spoke up as you yawned.

You looked at the line of computer coding and face palmed immediately, ‘I did not… god what would I do without you, Seungri?��

‘I am just the amazing sense behind your amazing work,’ The younger chuckled, closing the laptop, ‘You need to sleep, Y/N. We have been at this all day and it clearly isn't helping working late.’

‘I know, but I gotta get it done.’ You whined as Seungri looked over your shoulder

You and Seungri sat in the lounge of your apartment and coding a website. A website that would be for you boyfriend, Kwon Jiyong. The rapper had his own brand, and the website had been giving him some issues which should be fixed but he was so busy. You were a website designer by profession and worked at YG Entertainment, updating and making sure everything ran smoothly on the online world. Now the question is, why is Seungri here? Simple. The younger had the tendency of investing and buying business as if it was the most normal thing in the world, so the younger was familiar with online doing. Plus he was good company through the long days you wished to throw the laptop off the balcony.

‘Jagiya!’ A familiar voice rang as the door opened and closed, ‘I am ho…Seungri?’

Jiyong looked at the scene before him as you shut the laptop, ‘Ji, you home early?’

‘It’s 12.’ Eyes narrowed, ‘What are the two of you doing?’

You looked at Seungri who still was behind you, ‘Ohhh ahh nothing really.’ You stood up and pulled Jiyong by his shirt to place a kiss on his lips, ‘How was work?’

‘Fine.’ His response short.

‘Well I must go,’ Seungri stood up and clapped his hands, ‘I will see you tomorrow Y/N and goodnight hyung.’

‘Again?’ Your lover asked with a raised brow, ‘You have spent like a month with him!’

‘He is my friend, Jiyong.’ You sighed, ‘Can’t friends hang out?’

‘Yeah but not THAT much.’ He pouted, ‘I don’t even get you to myself that much.’

You were about to reply when his stomach growled, ‘There is some leftover black bean noodles in the kitchen, go eat.’

You pecked his lips before grabbing the laptop and going to the bedroom. At that moment, Jiyong stood in the lounge, confused and slightly flustered. Did his girlfriend just blow him off… in their own apartment? Shaking his head, he went and ate the food. It was the first thing he had eaten today, beside stomaching sports drinks just to keep his stomach at bay. Thirty minutes later, he headed to the bedroom to find you already in bed. By the looks of it, he saw that you had showered so he soon followed. Slipping into bed, you felt his warmth pressed against your back as he placed kisses on the side of your face.

‘Not tonight baby,’ You grumbled, ‘Yah that tickles!’

‘Please, I have missed you so much.’ He said softly, turning you over and lingering above.

‘I’m tired… Seungri and I were really busy today.’ You expressed.

‘Busy?’ He asked with a raised brow, ‘Busy doing what?’

‘Oh ahhh he was helping me with updating the YG site,’ You lied through your teeth, ‘Nothing major really.’

‘Yet that has you tired?’

‘Please can we not do this, we are just friends. I love you Kwon Jiyong.’

With that, you pulled him down for a passionate kiss just to remind him of how much you loved him. Sighing, he just pulled you into his arms and held you through he night. As you drifted to sleep, he stayed awake. His mind refused to shut down at the possibilities of what Seungri and you could have been doing. It had been close to a month that you and the younger had been working on the project. The next morning you awoke to an empty bed but with a single rose on your boyfriends pillow. This had become sort of a tradition when he left you in bed in the mornings. Pulling yourself out of bed, you noticed your phone wasn't on the bedside table, but the dresser. Shrugging it off, you went and showered to head to work.

‘Y/N noona!’ A familiar voice echoed through the halls.

‘Hyper much?’ You teased, placing your arm around his shoulder, ‘God, could you shrink already?!’

‘How about you just grow.’ He laughed, carrying you in bridal style as you burst out in laughter yourself before a voice cleared, ‘Ah hyung.’

‘What are you two doing?’ Jiyong stood with his hands crossed over his chest and brow raised.

‘Oh, just teasing him,’ You chuckled, ruffling his hair so he would put you down.

‘Yah! My hair, noona!’ Seungri pouted as he put you down, ‘I will get you back tonight!’

‘Tonight?’ Your boyfriend repeated. The two of you looked at each other, searching for an answer, ‘Well?’

‘Oh well you said you were working late, so we were just going to watch a movie or something,’ You smiled, ‘Plus he is still helping me with the website.’

‘Why can’t Hyunjun help you?!’ The elder threw his hand ups in frustration, ‘He is the IT guy at the end of the day?!’

‘Because he is sorting out the circuiting and sound for the studios.’ You reasoned, ‘Calm down, we just hanging out.’

‘Way to often for my liking!’ With that, he turned on his heels and walked away in a huff of anger.

Just shaking your head, you went to your department as well. This was not the first time that Jiyong had gotten worked up over you and Seungri. It’s not your fault that you got along with him more then anyone else. There was CL, who was like a sister, but since her departure you had to improvise. Seungri was just that dorky best friend that kept you sane half the time. Finishing off from work, you went to go see if your boyfriend had calmed down. Walking down the hall, you didn't realize your shoelace undone and stood on it. At that moment, you braced for impact onto the floor but you landed into someone’s arms.

‘Clumsy much?’ A familiar voice teased.

‘Oh god, thank you.’ You pulled him into a tight hug just as timing was your enemy for the second time today.

The door to his studio slammed and you knew that there was no way on hell you were going to be allowed inside. Sighing, you split ways with Seungri, wrote a note on a piece of paper and slipped it under the door. Arriving home, you got the laptop out and began coding again. A new idea had come to you at work and you wanted to see how it would look. An hour into it, you heard the door open and in walked a smiling maknae.

‘And that grin?’ You asked.

‘I got her number!’ He waved a piece of paper in front of your face.

You grabbed it as your eyes grew larger, ‘No way! Well done brat!’

‘I can’t believe she finally said yes.’

‘Well you did more or less weigh her down.’

‘It’s what I do best.’ He pulled out a bag of food and beer, cracking one open for you and himself, ‘Cheers!’

Upon arrival, you explained to the younger what you had in mind to add to the website. With another clang of the beers, you both began coding. You had a bunch of papers held together with a elastic band. Removing it, you looked through the piece of code you needed. Slightly tipsy, Seungri grabbed the elastic band, planning to shoot you but ended up assaulting your neck instead.

‘Ouch!’ You shouted, hand on the neck, ‘What the hell?’ All that came was a giggle from the younger, ‘Come here you little!’

With that, you launched yourself at him, wrestling on the ground like little five year olds. It wasn't the first time the two of you had done it, but it was the first time that you were both slightly, if not, completely drunk. Seungri’s phone fell out his pocket and a number was dialed. Laughing and groaning, you both fought as the person answered the phone on the other line. Phone to ear, their eyes grew and anger pumping. Without thought, the phone was thrown against the wall and shattered.

‘Okay…okay.’ You huffed, ‘Truce.’

‘You started it!’ Seungri laughed, looking at his watch, ‘It’s late, I should go home. You will be okay?’

‘Fine.’ You extended your hand so he could help you up, ‘Just keep thinking of a new design element to code in, once we have that I think we done.’

‘Will do,’ He hugged you, ‘Sorry about the bruise though.’

‘It’s fine, goodnight.’ You hugged him again before he left.

Cleaning up, you tried to call Jiyong but it went to voicemail. Assuming the phone died, you went to shower and sleep. The bruise on your neck had gone slightly purple, but you just bruised easily. It was a pain really, but you just sucked it up. Two hours passed before the front door opened and a fuming Jiyong stood in it. Storming to the bedroom, he was about to shout when he spotted you sleeping peacefully. Scratching his head, he just let it slide. Stripping down to his boxers, he got into bed and was about to fall asleep when your phone rang. Reaching over, he saw the name and he was back to square one.

‘Its fucking 2am, what do you want?’ He answered, hissing.

‘Hyung?’ Seungri looked at the phone to make sure he called the right number before putting it back at his ear, ‘Why you answering Y/N’s phone?’

‘Because she is my girlfriend and its passed midnight? What is the meaning of this!’ He shouted, causing you to stir.

‘Jiyong?’ You rubbed your eyes, ‘Why you shouting?’

The elder jumped out off bed, putting the lights on, ‘Why the fuck is Seungri phoning this late?’

‘Seungri?’ You questioned, looking to side, ‘Is that my phone?’

‘Of course it is, I broke mine today.’ Jiyong brushed off nonchalantly, ‘Now why the fuck is he phoning?!’

‘It’s for the coding!’ Seungri shouted through the phone, before it was on speaker.

‘Coding?’ Jiyong repeated, looking at you and then the phone, ‘Is this some fucking booty call!?’

‘Ji,’ You stood up, ‘Give me the phone…let me just explain.’

‘Explain what?!’ With that, he hung up so it was the two of you, ‘You know I didn't want it to come to this, but are you cheating on me!?’

‘Cheating? Why would I do that??’

‘Because you spending so much time with Seungri, every waking minutes! If it isn't at work, it is here. Like what is it?! Earlier today I got a phone call from his phone this evening, and noise came out of that call, Y/N.’

‘Noises…’ You tried to think, before your eyes grew large.

‘So you were having sex!’ An accusing finger pointed towards you, ‘How could you?!’

‘We were just wrestling! Nothing more, I swear.’ You admitted, when his eyes narrowed, ‘What?’

‘What is on your neck?’ He took a step closer, pushing your hair to the side, ‘IS THAT A FUCKING HICKEY!?’

‘That’s it!’ You tried to calm him down, ‘We were fighting over this, he stung me with an elastic band.’

‘You really think I am going to believe that shit?!’

‘But it’s true! Do you really think I would cheat on you?’

‘At this rate, yes! You are always tired, working late with him…’

‘Because of this,’ You ran to your laptop bag and opened the computer to the coding, ‘We were doing this for you.’

Jiyong took the laptop into his arms and examined it. He looked at the screen and then at you. At first he had no idea what the hell he was looking at before he noticed the name of his brand mixed within all the weird letters and symbols. You at that moment, bobbed up and down on your feet. You didn't want to fight with him, nor did you want him to think you were cheating. That was the last thing you wanted him to do. Clearing your throat, you broke the silence.

‘We were updating the website,’ You whispered, ‘You said there was some issues and you wanted a fresh new design. Seungri had a few ideas so we decided to do it together, to make it a surprise.’

‘Y/N….’

‘You have been so busy with the album preparation and tours stuff that we knew you didn't have time for this-’

‘Baby…’

‘I know I have been spending a lot of time with Seungri, but he is like my only friend here and he keeps me entertained while you are so busy. I miss CL so much, that Seungri just closes that void as well.’

‘Stop!’ He finally silenced you, before enveloping you in his arms, ‘I’m sorry…’

‘It’s okay,’ You hugged him back, ‘I know you had your suspicions, but trust me next time. Okay?’

‘I will never doubt you ever…’

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raspberrytummytickles · 7 years ago

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Thanks, Dad

Title: Thanks, Dad Fandom: Supernatural Characters: John, Dean, Sam Summary: Ticklish!Sam, Ticklish!Dean; Dean ruined Sam’s school presentation so Sam ignores him. Luckily, dad knows just what to do. And how to help dish out revenge! (Teenchesters)

Original Prompt: Okay, but picture this: Sam's in highschool and has to do some kind of presentation, and he's made a PowerPoint to go with it. Dean (being the dick he is) decides he's going to change the words and pictures on all the slides to embracing pictures of Sam as a baby or whatever, Sam comes home fuming and refuses to talk to Dean. John finds out what happens and cheers Sammy up with a few lil tickles then helps him get Dean back for being so cruel! Huh? huh? Yeah okay I know this is bad but I tried...

A/N: Thank you Anon who sent this prompt! I’m not a John lover or a John hater. I’m sorta neutral with him so this is an adorable prompt for me and I hope I write it to your standards!

Sam could feel the tears of humiliation cloud his eyes as he rushed home from school. He had been the laughing stalk of the whole freshman class and it was all Dean’s fault. Sam had a very important presentation in his history class and Sam worked hours upon hours at the library doing research while also researching for his father, cleaning the apartment (since no one else seemed to want to do it) and cooking dinner with the food they barely had. Diner meals weren't good for everyday consumption.

So, all in all, Sam worked his ass off to get a good grade so he could get high college credits. And it was History Honors, so next year he’d be able to fly through AP. And what did his dick of a big brother do? Screw the whole thing up! Instead of his well thought out, detailed notes and citations, crappy insults and puns were on his slides. Instead of his hour long searches for the correct pictures instead of quick pics off Wikipedia, were pictures of busty Asian beauties and other porn stars.

His teacher actually thought that was his work! He got an F and a trip to the Principle’s office. When he explained what happened, luckily, the Principle believed him but he had detention for the rest of the week and a call to his father.

His dad was going to be so pissed.

Girls thought he was a pervert, guys thought he was the biggest loser of all time. And to top it all off, Dean laughed in his face when he confronted him. Told him that maybe if he wasn't such a nerd, none of that would have happened. Sam had enough trouble making friends as it is, now it seemed he couldn't even trust his own brother to have his back.

Sam walked into the motel room and slammed the door shut. Dean wasn't going to be home till later thank god but Sam would have to face John on his own. Sam hurried to his bed and buried himself into the smelly pillows and hard comforter. John blinked in surprise, never actually seen Sam so upset from school. He remembered the call from his Principle and heaved a sigh, walking toward his baby boy.

“Sammy―”!

“It wasn't my fault!” Sam cried, facing his dad with huge, teary hazel eyes. “Dean changed my whole presentation, everything was perfect and he freaking ruined everything!”

“I believe you,” John shushed him softly, squeezing Sam’s shoulder. Sam sighed in relief, hurt brimming over his eyes.

“I don't understand! Why did he do it? Everyone hates me!”

“Sam―”

“I’m serious!” Sam huffed, bringing his knees to his chest as he sniffed. “I’m the laughing stock of highschool. The pervert, the loser. I’m a freak everywhere I go!”

“Are you getting bullied?” John growled angrily at the thought.

“That’s nothing new,” Sam scoffed, wiping his eyes angrily. “I thought I could trust Dean to have my back. I cant trust anybody...”

“Sammy, kiddo, I know your brother can be a rash, hard-headed shit-headed bastard at times,” Sam snorted, eyes widening in amusement. John beamed back. Score 1 for Pops. “But I know he loves you more than anything in the world. And he wouldn't intentionally hurt you.”

“I guess.”

“C’mon, cheer up dude,” John prodded Sam’s side lightly. The youngest Winchester jerked, a smile quirking his lips. “Not quite, but getting close!”

“Dahahad...” Sam warned lightly as John continued to poke his sides. John smirked at Sam, quickly squeezing the smaller boys flanks. “Ahahaha! Nohoho!”

John tickled Sam’s hips next, rubbing circles into the bones. He relished in his kids laughter, easily finding his next target: Sam’s feet.

“Now, you were always really ticklish down here,” John narrated, clutching both ankles in a headlock. Sam sat up in his elbows, biting his lip as small giggles of anticipation escaped him. “Your soles were pretty ticklish,”

Sam squeaked as his father’s fingers trailed against his pale soles, twitching with ever scrape of the nail.

“DahaHAHAHA!” Sam shrieked when all ten fingers scribbled over his ticklish feet, head slamming down on the motel bed. He tried kicking but John had a firm grasp on his ankles.

“But, I know that you were extremely ticklish right here,” John teased Sam’s toes, sctatching the underside of them and right in between.

“NAHAHA! DAHAHAHA!”

“But, then again. You’re feet have always been as ticklish as your tummy.”

Sam howled with laughter as one hand stayed right on his toes, hitting the spots right at the base while John’s other hand reached around to tickle Sam’s belly. The Winchester Monarch smiled brightly, happy he could one thing right by his teenage son. He kept up with his torture, teasing Sam with his words and different techniques that soon had Sam fall into silent laughter.

“Are you happy now, Sammy?”

The poor kid nodded pathetically, mouthing out pleas for him to stop. John did as asked and let Sam curl up into a ball, kid taking in deep breaths.

“Thahat was aha-awful!” Sam whined, looking up at his dad with a beaming smile.

“But you feel better?”

“Yeah...thanks dad,” Sam hugged John tightly, startling his old man. John blinked before returning the hug, patting Sam’s back lightly.

Suddenly, the mote door opened and a guilty looking Dean walked in. Sam turned his head away, ignoring his big brother’s pleading gaze for forgiveness. A small idea formed into John’s head and he smirked at Sam.

“Want to get back at him?”

Sam’s eyes sparkled mischievously, “Definitely.”

“What?” Dean’s eyes widened as his family advanced at him. “Wha―Sam, I’m really sorry! Whatever you’re going to do, doHOHON’t”

Sam laughed at Dean’s shriek. John lunged at Dean last minute, fingers wiggling deeply on Dean’s belly. The older teen screeched with laughter, fighting hard to get away from his father. Sam stepped closer, hands easily finding Dean’s hips.

“SAHAHAMMY! NOHOHO!”

The rest of the evening was spent getting revenge on his big brother.

~Fin~

A/N: Didn't know how to end it....Please forgive, Dobby!! Anywho, I hoped you liked it. For some reason I am just in a big mood for foot tickles and the baby Winchester. I don't even know why but tada! I wanted to make this more of a Sam and John moment so I didn’t really add much ticklish!Dean. Sorry! Tell me what ya think!!!

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