#Tickling *can* be a means of counter but that's also opening the door for retaliation and again: Bill is much stronger

[thatonegayship]

Is Dipper strong because he keeps wrestling with Bill?

I wouldn't say that wrestling Bill is his main form of exercise. However, it does give him motivation to pick up Stan's old barbells. Can't let that demonic loser completely overwhelm him all the time. (He remains overwhelmed. Bill cheats.)

[neonacity]

Shift | NCT 127 x Reader

A/N: hello! I finally broke through 200 followers so I decided to post this quick drabble I wrote out of nowhere. I don't have any idea where I am going with this, but this isn't supposed to be taken seriously anyway. Lol. No summaries, I'm pretty sure y'all will understand the gist of it haha. Also, there is a 95 percent chance that I might delete this tomorrow.

"Are you sure you're going to be alright with this?" 

My co-worker at the shelter, Kun, looked over as I dragged the last of the cages into my small living room. He had just finished pushing the last of the canned cat food into my already spilling cupboard when I finally straightened up from my crouch with a giddy smile on my face. The expression I had seemed to be enough of an answer for him since he flashed me his dimpled smile paired with a shake of his head. 

"Yes. I mean, why wouldn't I be okay with this?" I waved towards the group waiting patiently over my couch with almost child-like excitement. Kun raised his brow at me as he leaned against  my kitchen counter, arms crossed over his chest.

"I don't know. Having five dogs and four cats stay in a cramped apartment doesn't seem to be the most sane decision if you ask me," his eyes moved over to each of the furry babies sitting on the cheap rug I managed to fish out from a second hand store, a mildly concerned look settling over his handsome features. My gaze followed his, and for the first time, it fully sank to me what I have gotten myself into. 

A golden retriever, a husky, a basenji, a german shepherd, and a beagle stared back at me silently, their eyes looking way too understanding  and smart for five canines who have just been rescued from a dog pound. My eyes then moved to my couch where a white cat had already started snuggling with a ginger one, a tabby joining the pile of floof they've created after giving a demanding meow. Finally, my attention moved to the one that I still haven't released from his cage, a beautiful black cat with striking electric blue eyes. I quickly ducked to open the lock on his carrier, and with graceful poise, the handsome boy jumped to my arms before cuddling against my chest. 

"Taeyong says you're right. This isn't a sane decision. It's a crazy one, which only makes it even more perfect." 

Kun looked at me as if I'd lost my mind.

"Oh, and you've named them now?" 

"I didn't. They already have their names," gently, I pulled Taeyong just a little bit from the crook of my neck to show Kun the silver name tag that was attached to his collar. It gleamed under the fluorescent light of my living room like a small star strapped around his neck. 

"The Golden is Jungwoo, the Husky is Yoonoh, and the Shepherd is Youngho. They're like twins. Then the Basenji is Doie and the Beagle is Minhyung. They all have their names on their collars," I said, pointing at the dogs who are still patiently sitting by my rug, ears perked as if they were listening in to our conversation. Kun frowned and approached the golden to check if I was joking, his slim hand touching the name plate in his collar. Jungwoo leaned over to give him a friendly lick on his cheek which sent the other to give a yelp of amused surprise. Jungwoo bumped his head against Kun's hand then and the latter retaliated by starting to rub him behind his ears with a smile. 

"And how about the cats?" He nodded towards the felines who were still curled on the couch in a pile. I answered easily, almost with pride.

"The white one is Taeil and the ginger is Haechan. Isn't it perfect for him? He looks like a ball of sunshine, too. The tabby is Yuta." 

Kun laughed. "Yuta?" 

"Yes, he's Japanese," I rolled my eyes as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. The cat answered with a low purr as if agreeing to what I just said.

Kun finally straightened up from scratching Jungwoo behind the ears with a sigh.  

"Well, you seem to be so set on this so I won't stop you anymore. Just make sure that you start posting about them as soon as possible so we can start looking for their forever homes, okay?" 

I nodded, though there was a part of me that didn't really want to go through that, at least for now. It was out of my own whim to decide to bring this odd group of abandoned pets in my too small apartment, but somehow...it just feels right. The idea of separating them from each other does not sit well with me too. They all just seemed like a package deal despite their differing breeds. 

As if sensing my emotions, a soft tickling kiss on my cheek caught my attention. I looked down to see Taeyong staring at me with his beautiful blue eyes before giving me another kitty lick. I giggled and cuddled him closer. 

"Okay. Thank you again for helping me out. I'll see you at the shelter on Monday?" 

Kun nodded and grabbed his keys from the counter, ready to go. He gave me one last look before closing the door behind him. 

"See you." He gave one last pointed look at the odd group in my living room and sighed. "Good luck to your weekend." 

I beamed as the lock finally clicked, leaving me alone with my new mismatched family. All of them looked back at me, their eyes twinkling.

"He doesn't know what he's missing out on. We're going to have all the fun in the world." 

[tickle-bugs]

Justice League Headcanons

So...yeah. Blame @fickle-tiction and @fanficsandfluff but I can’t get JL out of my head. I know next to nothing in terms of canon and I only enjoy a handful of DC movies, so this is the beginning of what I am calling the BEU (Bug Extended Universe). 

Essentially, in the words of Nick Fury, ‘I recognize your canon, but seeing as it’s a stupid-ass canon, I have elected to ignore it :)’. A mish-mash of everything I’ve learned about DC through osmosis and my own personal vibe checks :)

This is absurdly long so everything is under the cut:

Clark Kent

- Superman? NO, Superdork. 

- He’s extremely clumsy. If he wasn’t as fast as a speeding bullet he’d get his ass handed to him ten times over. He has two left feet. 

- He has a sweet tooth like no one’s business. Lois once found him perched on the kitchen counter at 3 am eating the donuts she brought home from work. 

- Super playful and affectionate! King of bear hugs! Country boy I love youuuuuuu

- Curses like a sailor. Do you really think Clark ‘Smallville, Kansas’ Kent is wholesome? He stubbed his toe once and yelled FUCK so loud that the windows vibrated. Everyone who isn’t in the league thinks he’s a boyscout but the league knows the truth. 

- Forgets about his powers a lot. He has been known to run through walls/take doors off their hinges when he’s excited. 

- Goblin. He loves messing with Bruce and roping Barry into his schemes. 

- Clark being ticklish is actually smth that can be so personal? His laugh is so loud and he always goes ‘sorry’ and tries to be quieter but it does NOT work. He has flight instincts more than fight instincts so he often starts unconsciously floating away when he’s tickled it’s so cute. He giggles a lot and he’s not particularly embarrassed by it.

- Do NOT get me started on ler Clark I could write a dissertation. He is SO playful and teasy but also sweet? He definitely is the type to laugh along with his lee. He definitely allows any sort of retaliation/fighting back like,,, if you manage to crawl away it’s because he let you, and if he wants too, he can be very mean and immovable.

- Bruce and Barry are his favorite targets. He doesn’t go after Diana because, frankly, he doesn’t have a death wish. He loves to cause problems on purpose by squeezing Arthur’s side and then blaming it on Barry. (Hal Jordan isn’t in the DCEU Justice League but I wish he was...they’d be partners in crime <3)

Bruce Wayne

- Okay let’s clarify some things: he’s not actually an asshole. He can be abrasive and snarky but he’s more towards the sarcastic gruff side vs straight-up mean.

- A lot of people think he’s genuinely an asshole/disconnected rich guy because he has a terrible habit of zoning out/interrupting people? Bruce actually just has intense ADHD that he refuses to get diagnosed, no matter how much Alfred pushes him. He doesn’t care what people think about him and he’s mostly learned how to manage it, so he leaves it alone.

- That being said, his friendship with Barry has me :’) Yes, he thinks Barry’s a pest (affectionate), but they share a few science-related hyperfixations (robotics, chemical engineering, etc). They can frequently be found holed up in the Batcave with a week’s worth of food and caffeine, and they’re just....tinkering. Watching them at work is amazing because as much as they annoy each other, they respect each other :)

- He’s 100% a cat person. He doesn’t have a problem with dogs, he just prefers cats. He feeds the strays that hang out around the Manor all the time...

-...which Alfred begs him not to do, because Bruce is severely allergic. He thinks he can power through the allergies until one of the stray cats does the face-headbump thing and he’s incapacitated emotionally and physically for the rest of the day. 

- He severely restrains his emotions but like...catch him on a good day or in a good mood and he’ll smile and laugh, especially in friendly company. He just generally believes in maintaining a poker face so no one can read him. 

- Not to be disrespectful but...thighs. I am Looking. 

- Bruce has a wonderful laugh. He’s not much of a giggler tbh but he has this open, clear, slightly scratchy kinda laugh (his voice is permanently hoarse from the Batman Voice). It’s so lovely. He has a habit of covering his mouth bc he’s embarrassed of his smile but if he finds something very funny he’ll laugh openly. 

- Thee Batman is ticklish and he...doesn’t hate it? Like of course he protests ten ways from Sunday but he more minds the ‘guys stop you’re ruining my dark and brooding facade’ bit. He hates being teased though and he will throw hands. 

- Circling back to the emotions thing, he’s very good at controlling his reactions, which means he has thoroughly convinced everyone he’s not ticklish. Except Clark, stupidly perceptive Clark, because he can hear Bruce’s heartbeat and see the way he clenches his jaw to avoid smiling. 

Diana Prince

- WIFEY!!!!! 

- Diana is hilarious okay? She’s just...so fucking funny. Her jokes never miss. You wouldn’t think she’s the quippy type, but she is, and she’s damn good at it. In a distant alternate universe, Peter Parker senses a rival. 

- Loves fresh fruit, but especially strawberries? She makes frequent trips to the local farmer’s market. 

- She also has a raging sweet tooth. She and Clark work together to steal sweets and buy snacks. 

- Will not back down from a challenge, ever. It’s kinda a problem.

- She has such a sweet laugh :’) It’s so bouncy and melodic and she scrunches her nose. She WILL snort and it’s the cutest thing ever. Yes she’s ticklish, but no one gets more than five seconds of laughter out of her before she turns the tables. 

- World’s meanest ler. Not only is she frequently on the prowl, she is near-ruthless, especially if she’s been baited. Once she sets her sights on someone, she won’t rest until she’s heard their laugh. 

- Diana is very mischievous and loves hearing her friends laugh. It’s impossible to be in her vicinity for more than five minutes without at LEAST a few pokes. She is not above just,,, random tickles either. 

- Nails. That is all. 

Arthur Curry

- Why are his tiddies always out? Someone please explain.

- The most targeted for pranks ever. Diana especially. Something about him just attracts goblinism. 

- He’s coming for Clark’s bear hugger crown. He picks people up so often that they’re just used to it now. 

- Playfighting and roughhousing is his love language. He absolutely loves wrestling with anyone who’ll humor him. He and Diana frequently tussle because they’re both good sports about it (Bruce is a little bit of a sore loser. Just a smidge). 

- Thinks he can get away with anything, which is decidedly not true. He just nopes his way out of the room and everyone’s like D:< get back here and atone for your sins!!! But Arthur’s already in the Pacific Ocean. 

- I like to think he’s ticklish, just not super ticklish y’know? He probably has a couple hidden spots that make him lose it though. Like he’ll definitely laugh and fall over, but he can and will fight back. Oh boy, will he fight back. 

- Batman: No fear.

Diana and Arthur sneaking up behind him:

Batman: One fear. 

- Y’know that picture of Jason Momoa sneaking up behind Henry Cavill on the red carpet? That is extremely relevant. Arthur loves to sneak up behind people and just...take them down. 

- Thinks Barry is annoying (affectionate) and the two of them are constantly chasing each other around. Barry is fast but Arthur’s strong (and wayy less ticklish than Barry)

- Physical affection!! He always has his arms around someone’s shoulders or something. He’s just a touchy kind of guy :)

Barry Allen

- Speedy boy! ADHD king! Sometimes his thoughts are also at superspeed, which means he talks way too fast and no one can understand him? But Bruce speaks fluent Barry and he translates often (though not without a labored sigh beforehand). 

- Physically affectionate but casual about it? He likes to play with people’s hands while he’s talking, bump shoulders with whoever he’s next to, etc. He doesn’t really realize he does it either. It’s not uncommon for him to be talking to Clark or Diana and they just...unconsciously give him their hand before he reaches for it.

- Okay so y’know how Bruce feeds the strays? Who do you think lets them in the first place? Barry has tried to adopt every stray he comes across, and when Alfred inevitably says no, Barry runs them to the shelter himself :’)

- Gifting is his love language!!! If he sees anything that remotely reminds him of his friends, he brings it to them. 

- He likes to hang out with Victor because he’s quiet, but doesn’t mind when Barry rambles, which he tends to do quite often. Barry will catch himself rambling and trail off, but Victor will encourage him to keep going, because he’s listening. 

- Thee Pillsbury Doughboy. Just these high-pitched, bouncy, frantic giggles that only get worse and eventually morph into cackles. He hiccups a lot too :’)

- Okay so he’s not a flailer but he’s super squirmy. Barry will cling onto his ler’s arms just to hold onto something. He kicks his legs too (he does this when he’s not being tickled either, if he laughs and he’s sitting somewhere he kicks). He also just constantly tries to crawl away. If he isn’t pinned down he will drag himself to safety. He also has a habit of curling up :’)

- Absolutely invented the speed-tickle. He actually doesn’t often use his powers (unless he’s chasing down Clark, because Clark isn’t above breaking the sound barrier to escape). He’s just got incredible hand-eye coordination and precision. His hands will be absolutely everywhere and he is so teasy about it. 

- Tries not to start fights he can’t finish, but he always gets roped into Clark’s mischief and gets targeted with revenge tickles. 

- He has tickled Clark once. It was incredible, amazing, showstopping, spectacular. Literally his crowning achievement. Did Clark absolutely destroy him afterwards? Yes, but it was so worth it. 

Victor Stone

- Quiet and stoic, but he’s always preferred listening and interjecting with a joke or two. 

- Closest with Barry and Diana, but he’s making an effort to bond with everyone.

- Unfortunately not ticklish :( I like to think soft touches on his face will make him smile and lean away, but it’s not going to get a laugh from him.

- Doesn’t often get involved in tickly shenanigans, but when he does, he surprises everyone with how much fun he has. A different, warmer side of him comes out when he’s among his friends.

- He’s a hugger! Definitely awkward about it, but he loves hugs and just...holding his friends. 

- He collects hoodies. He can’t really feel them when he’s wearing them, but he likes them and the idea of it. Barry seems to slip him a new hoodie every week. Victor has no idea where he gets them from but he’s not complaining. 

- He is an enabler. He will look at Bruce like :| “no, I don’t know where Barry and Clark are, nor do I no what they’re planning” But they’re literally right behind Bruce, about to squeeze his sides. 

- That being said, he won’t do that with Diana. If she asks where they are, he’ll subtly nod his head in their direction. Even in jest, he will never lie to her. Which makes him Thee person to avoid when Diana’s on her mischievous streaks.

[breadoffoxy]

Magic Hands

Summary: Two of your best friends come over for game night, but mother nature has other plans in mind. Being a woman sucks, but your friends offer you their talented hands to help you feel better.

Pairing: Jimin x f. Reader x Taehyung 

Genre: Smut, NSFW

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, threesome, sexy sandwich, pre-period symptoms, sexy massage, language, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), kissing (fxm and mxm), overstimulation kink, begging kink, hinting at Taehyung having a foot kink but there is no actual foot action, I’m sorry Taehyung is just so kinky in this, Princess pet-name, lots of breast action, maybe something considered food play and cum play, dom Jimin and Taehyung (slightly switches towards each other).

Word Count: 4,242

A/N: This is completely self-indulgent and it wrecked me writing it. Thanks grammar god @rougebangtan​ so much for beta reading this! I appreciate your help so much. I’ve learned so much from your feedback, and you’ve really helped strengthen my writing. Thanks friends in the ghostie discord who helped inspire me and hype me up to write this. I appreciate all of yall!

-> next

It was almost that time of the month.

The one that you felt served no purpose except to biologically torture you.

Yes, that time of the month. You absolutely hated it.

Despite the extra pillows you added, the chair was doing no favors for your aching back. You groan as you shift in your desk chair, leaning forward to better massage the lower muscles causing you pain, and your breast brush against the table in front of you. The groan deepens as your oversensitive mounds press lightly against the hard surface.

You’d think you’d have your period down by now as an adult, but no, your body loved to keep throwing curve balls at you. For the last few months, the pre-period symptoms have been worse for you than the period itself. The week before your period, you would suffer from lower back pain, which at first had worried you, but you figured out, it was a normal part of PMS.  

Your breasts also suffered more now than they used to, as well. They would easily become oversensitive, with your nipples always erect, and trying to poke through the clothing you wore over them. It doesn’t help that your breasts were stuffed into your tight-fitting bra. The mounds swelled in size, increasing in both firmness and tenderness, despite all logic.  At this point, you worried you may have to go shopping for a new bra size exclusively because of those symptoms.

Oh god, all the extra hormones made you always horny too. Not that you weren’t normally, but now you were extra horny all the time. The sound of your phone vibrating angrily on your desk makes you stop your weak ministrations to check the message.

     Jimin: y/n, we’re here!

     Jimin: Why aren’t you answering the door!

     Jimin: Let us in!

You see the three dots bouncing at the bottom of the screen, meaning Jimin is adding more messages to your chat. The man was always impatient and desiring attention.

     You: I’m coming!

After standing up, you put your arms up above your head in order to give your back a good stretch before you make your way out of your room, and towards your door with quick steps. You swing the door open to see your two friends, who you had invited over for, which had now turned into, a poorly timed game night. You kind of wanted to ditch and just make a nest in your bed, but you’d feel bad canceling on your friends.  

Jimin is leaning against the wall next to your door. Phone in his hands, he looks up excitedly when you open the door. He does his little habit of running his hand through his blonde hair, and his long earrings sway at the motion. Jimin is dressed smartly in his black shirt with a deep V-neck, with a necklace falling slightly below his exposed collarbones. Despite his shorter stature, compared to your other guy friends, his legs look endlessly long in those black jeans and a black belt wraps around his thin waist.  

Taehyung, the other friend invited to game night, had his head tilted back to look at the sky as he waited for you to open the door, his Adam’s apple prominently displayed. He sported a peaceful expression as he glanced at you. His light caramel hair peeked out from his red snapback. His lithe form was hidden underneath a large cozy white shirt and dark pants while a combination of studs and rings lined the lower part of his ears. Two large plastic bags could also be seen hanging from his hands by his side.

“Finally.” Jimin huffs at you despite a smile being on his lips.

He pulls you into a hug which you gladly accept. You turn your head to make a face at Taehyung behind Jimin’s back, trying to distract yourself from the sensation of your chest smushed up into Jimin’s. The tall man laughs at the both of your antics. "I'm going to set this inside.” Taehyung holds up the bags when you try to peek in them, and you spot a variety of snack, chips, drinks, and box of strawberries.  

“Thanks, Tae.” You coo fondly when you see your favorite snack. Just the distraction you needed. Taehyung nods, and walks past you and into your home comfortably, heading straight for the kitchen.  

“Jimin.” You tap his back trying to signal the hug had been going on for a little too long. It wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward, at least. “Time to go inside.”

Instead of letting you go, the blonde man tightens his grip on you. He starts waddling you backwards and into your house.

“Jimin, let go.” You giggle happily.  

“But what if I don’t want to?” He retorts and laughs as the two of you backtrack into your living area slowly.  

“How are we going to beat Tae at videogames if one of us can’t see the tv?” You question after you finally come to a stop. You can hear the sound of crinkling plastic bags behind you as Taehyung placed the assorted snacks behind you, on the kitchen counter.

Jimin pulls a fake look of seriousness that makes you laugh. “You have a mirror somewhere we can use, right?”

“Do you know how hard that would be? No way.” You hit his chest as you lean back from his hold. He just grins at you.

“Well, you know I can’t let you go until you say the magic words.” He raises an eyebrow.

“I am not saying that.” You roll your eyes.

“Well, then.” His fingers flex against their hold on your sides in warning.  

“No, don’t you-” Your retaliation turns into a shriek as the man tickles your sides.

“Say it.” Jimin continues.

You can barely say anything with how much you’re laughing and squirming. It’s unfair.

“Oh, sweet Jimin–” You get out somehow between laughs. “The cutest angel– ow, ow.” In the midst of your squirming, your back turns just the right way for spasms to rack across it.

Instantly, Jimin stops his tickling and unravels his arms around your form. He takes a tentative step back to give you room. “Are you ok, y/n?”

“Jimin, don’t kill her.” The sound of rustling plastic stops as Taehyung turns to look over at the two of you. He frowns as he sees you leaning slightly to the side, trying your best to ease the spasming muscles on your back.

“I’m fine.” You strain out. “My body’s just been hurting for a couple days now. It’ll go away soon.”

“y/n, I’m so sorry.” Jimin laments sadly. His hands are still frozen in the air, wanting to help inspect you as his eyes roam over your form instead.  

“Did you get rid of that crappy chair yet?” Taehyung questions, the sound of bags crinkling once again, as he resumes his task.

Just how many snacks did he buy?

Jimin’s face turns serious as he goes to move around you and towards your room. “I told you to get rid of that piece of junk.”

“No, no, no.” You reach out and grabbing Jimin’s wrist quickly.

He stops immediately at your touch and glances back at you. Despite the chair being a piece of junk, you don’t want him to throw it out. You have other things to spend money on. Plus, it’s not really the problem this time. “It’s not the chair, Jimin, I swear. Don’t throw it out.”

Jimin eyes you critically. “So, if it’s not that, then what?”

“Errr…” You avoid eye contact as you quickly try to think of a lie and avoid Jimin’s skeptical face. “Wow, Taehyung sure bought a lot of snacks. We should help him out.”

You quickly let go of Jimin’s arm and, in order to seem nonchalant, you try to brush past him in the same manner he did earlier to you. But, of course, he won’t let you escape so easily and moves to secure you by the wrist.  

It's your turn to look back at him now. The look he gives you makes your heart pound. It’s so caring, but there is a touch of sadness in his eyes. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“I know, Jimin.” You sigh as you look at the ground, suddenly so much more interested in your feet now. “It’s just… I’m… about to start my period.” You stumble through the words and just decide to get it over with. It may be awkward, but your friends are good at saving a good time.  

“…Oh!” Jimin drops your arm, and runs his hand through his hair nervously. “I’m sorry I was pushing.”

“It’s just parts of my body aches right before my period.” You start speaking quickly. “It’s quite normal for the lower back to hurt before it starts.”

Oh god, why won’t the words stop now.  

“It’s only started happening the last few months so I’m not quite used to it yet.”  

Why are you telling them all of this unnecessary information?

“I would kill for a massage.” You finally end with a cringe.  

“If you want…” You look back at Jimin who speaks up with slight hesitation. His hands are clasped together nervously, “…I could give you a massage?”

“He’s got quite the magical hands, you know.” Taehyung shouts from across the room. Jimin wiggles his fingers, gaining confidence at his friend’s words.

“…If you wouldn’t mind?” You tilt your head after pondering the idea, smiling sheepishly at your friend. “I’d appreciate it Jimin, thanks.”

“It’s not a problem.” Jimin twirls a finger, signaling for you to turn around. “I wish I could have helped you earlier.”

“If your hands really are magical, I’ll text you my period tracker.” You turn around, chuckling.

You feel the warmth of Jimin’s body move closely behind yours, and his breath tickles your neck giving you goosebumps. Warm hands are placed on your shoulders and start kneading, slowly working their way down. You hum appreciatively, his hands do feel nice.  

Now facing the kitchen, you gasp as you notice the crazy number of snacks lined up on the counter. “Taehyung!”

“It’s not enough, isn’t it?” Mumbles Taehyung as he looks at the pile. An open box of strawberries is in his hand, a couple already devoured by the strawberry lover.

“It’s too– oh, Jimin, right there.” You practically moan as you become putty in his hands.  

“This good?” He asks as his hands rest at the base of your hips, thumbs rubbing circles into the center of your lower back.  

You nod your head up and down quickly to show your appreciation.

“Good.” He hums as he maneuvers your bodies so you can lean against him, and rest your head back on his shoulder. His hands fit between your bodies, pulling lightly at your shirt. “Is it ok if I reach under?”

“Yeah.” You jump slightly when his skin touches your own, making him chuckle.

You are suddenly all too aware of the position the two of you are in. His thighs grazing yours, feeling every inch of his hard chest against your back, his fingers circling pleasantly into your tired muscles, and his breath sweeping over the side of your face as he looks down at you in concentration. You close your eyes and hide your face into his neck, everything becoming just a little bit overwhelming for your over sensitive body.

“Want one?” You turn your head, and open your eyes to see Taehyung holding a strawberry in front of your face.  

“Thanks, Tae.” You mumble. lifting your head from its resting place on Jimin, but before you could reach up to take the offered fruit, you feel it brushing softly against your lips.

Taehyung is eyeing your lips intensely before they move up to make eye contact with your own. He prods the strawberry against your lips a little harder, and you open your mouth in response. He smirks as he slides the strawberry into your mouth until it reaches the base. You close your mouth around it and bite the fruit, the sweet flavor filling your mouth.

Taehyung’s thumb swipes at your bottom lip, wiping off the strawberry juice, before he slides the digit into his mouth, sucking it clean. “Tasty, isn’t it?”

You whimper at the ache you feel between your legs. Thighs rubbing together unconsciously, you realize how wet you at that moment, from the slickness that coats your panties, smearing your upper thighs.  

Taking a deep breath, you to try to clear your mind. “O-Ok guys, I think I’m good. Thanks for the special treatment. So, I’ll um, go set the games up now.”

Jimin grips onto your waist before you can bolt. “You’re still so stiff though. Are you sure?” His hands prod at a sensitive spot making you tense as he works the muscle out. It’s slightly painful, but pleasurable at the same time.

“I have magic hands too.” Taehyung mimics the hand wiggle Jimin preformed earlier. “You said ‘parts of your body ache’,” Taehyung air quotes, “Where else hurts? Are your feet sore?” He questions almost hopefully.

You turn your head to the side indignantly, “No, they’re fine. I’ve already embarrassed myself enough today, though. So, don’t worry about it.”

“You didn’t embarrass yourself.” Jimin reprimands, pinching you lightly.

“Ow.” You tilt your head back again to try to give him the best glare you can manage, but instead it looks more like an adorable pout which makes him laugh. “Don’t laugh, ok? I’m not going to ask you to massage my breasts.” You blurt out.

Jimin’s hands freeze and you feel his form stiffen behind you. The atmosphere around you changes. It feels just as heady as you feel when Jimin looks at you with dark eyes.

“If you want me to do that, I can.” Taehyung replies casually and confidentially.  

You whip your head back towards Taehyung, your eyes wide with surprise. He’s rubbing his hands together before intertwining his fingers and stretching his arms out in front of him.

“But we– I– is this ok?” You squeak out, somehow. Your nerves are haywire as your brain runs through all the scenarios.

Will this make things awkward later? What does all of this mean?

Taehyung looks over your shoulder to the man behind you. Nodding after their silent conversation, Taehyung steps forward until he’s directly in front of you, barely standing an arm’s length away.  

“If you don’t want to, that’s fine.” Taehyung shrugs. “I’ll pull out the Mario Kart, and feed you more strawberries, but if you do-” Taehyung finishes his sentence, closing the distance, and effectively sandwiching you between him and Jimin.

Your breath hitches as Taehyung slides his hands up your side, stopping just before the curve of your breasts to purr, “I promise I’ll make you feel better.”

Those words break the dam of your lust, and causes warmth to spread all over your body. You whine pitifully, words lost to you. Your back arches automatically, chest desiring the sensation of touch.

“Use your words, y/n.” Jimin whispers huskily into your ear, making a shiver go down your spine. You feel the smirk on his lips as they skim your lobe.  

Screw the fucking consequences.  

“Please.” You beg quietly, voice barely above a whisper. “Touch me, make me feel good.”

Both men make noises of approval. You feel the sounds rumble from their chests on both of your sides. Large hands reach up and cup your breasts over your clothes. Taehyung’s fingers knead your breasts carefully as you whimper, both out of pain and pleasure.

“It’ll be ok, Princess.” Taehyung reassures, “Just have to work out the kinks.”

“Just relax.” Jimin leaves a light, feathery kiss behind your ear. His lips skim down to your neck, nose brushing at your jaw encouragingly. Your head tilts to the side automatically to give him more access. He continues pressing his thumbs into your lower back. “We got you.”

With weak legs, faint pants come from your parted lips. You lift your arms to wrap them around Taehyung’s neck. It’s all too much, but, at the same, you still need more. So, you brush your lips lightly against Taehyung’s who immediately reciprocates. It starts off slow, but turns hungry quickly.

You moan into his mouth, and Taehyung uses that moment to invade your mouth with his tongue, passionately exploring. Your hands reach into his hair, knocking his hat off in the process, and weave into his soft locks. His lips only leave yours after you tug his hair slightly, your breath heavy as you try to regain some oxygen.  

“Can I take my shirt off?” You pant out, your voice coming off a little breathless. “Need to feel more.”

Taehyung’s hands leave your chest. “Raise your arms,” He commands.

You untangle your hands from his hair, now sticking up in different directions, and you raise your arms above your head, just as you are told. Grabbing the ends of your shirt, Taehyung slowly pulls it up, exposing your skin inch by inch. Once it is off, he throws it off to the side.

Jimin looks over your shoulder to ogle the sight of the cleavage spilling out of your bra. “You’re so much bigger now.” His hands slide up your back up to your bra strap. “Do you want this off, too?”

“Yes.” You croon, sighing contently as Jimin’s fingers nimbly undo the claps, chest now free from its constraints.

Taehyung slides the straps off your shoulders before tossing the garment to the side, as well. His hands return to your chest making the both of you moan. You do it out of sensitivity, but he cramps up at the sensation of his fingers kneading into the soft yet firm flesh. Cleavage spills around his large, splayed out hands, and he is fascinated at the sight.  

Jimin’s hands rub lower down your back, more so than they were before. His fingers dip slightly under your pants and brush along the top of your ass. You moan wantonly and unashamedly when Taehyung brushes your erect nipples, and circles his thumb around them almost lazily.

“What else, Princess?” Asks Taehyung, licking his lips in anticipation.  

“My ass.” You whimper and Jimin hums in response, eager for you to continue. Which is exactly what you do. “Want you to grope it, Jimin.”

Jimin’s hands slide as much as they can into your pants, but they hindered slightly by the clothing. “Tae...” He whines miserably.

“On it.” He grunts and the coldness his hands leave behind after they’re removed from your chest makes you whine.

Taehyung chuckles at how needy you are as he unbuttons your pants and slides the zipper down. Jimin’s hands now slide freely down to your ass in-between your pants and underwear. He starts groping your ass, just as you requested.  

“I need your mouth on them, Tae.” You arch your back even more to better display your breasts.  

Taehyung eyes your breast heaving up and down as you do your best to breathe. “On these?” He teases as one hand comes to pinch and pull a hard nipple, the other moves to your waist and rubs circles into your skin.

“Ah!” you keen and your hips rock unintentionally, making both men moan at the friction. “Yes, there Taehyung, fuck.”

Licking his lips hungrily, Tae quickly descends onto a nipple. Your moans become louder as he sucks and bites on it, while the other continues to get pinched and pulled between his deft fingers.

The fingers on your ass slide down between your legs and feel the slicking gathering on your thighs. “You’re so wet.” Jimin moans, hips swiveling into yours. The action causes yours to rot rut into Taehyung’s, who returns the action with a moan of his own.  

“You’re so spoiled.” Jimin chuckles darkly as he feels more of your essence drip from your panties. “Do you want us to take care of this too, Princess?” He asks, adopting Taehyung’s pet name for you.

“Fuck.” The feeling of Jimin’s hands teasingly tracing your underwear is driving you mad. “I want-” You murmur shakily before you rethink your sentence, and inhale sharply. “I need you to.”

“Need me to what?” Jimin continues to tease, hand now sliding gently over the wet fabric and right over your core.

“Jimin.” You whine, hoping he would just push the soaked clothing aside and touch you where you desire it most, but he continues his feather touches.

“Please, touch my pussy.” You beg. “Rub my clit.”

“Your wish is my command.” Jimin moans with you as his fingers slip past your underwear finally, and feels how truly drenched you are. His finger swipes at your entrance, up your slit, and begins to rub your engorged clit.

“Ooohh yes, fuck yes, Jimin.” You chant over and over, hips rocking into his hand and thus also into Taehyung.  

“Fuck.” Taehyung groans as his mouth leaves your breast. His blown-out eyes look down between your bodies to see your exposed panties peeking through your unzipped jeans. The thin material does nothing to hide how Jimin’s hand is caressing your cunt and clit.

Tugging on the top of your jeans, Taehyung kneels down in front of you, pulling your pants down with him. His eyes are now level with your core, and he watches Jimin’s hand work before he loops his fingers into the tops of your underwear. Slowly, he pulls the material down, a rope of slick coming down with it.

“No, don’t stop.” You whine as Jimin stops rubbing your clit.

His fingers find your lower lips and spread them open with both his hands, fully exposing you to Taehyung. Taehyung’s hands come to rest on your slick thighs, pushing on them to encourage to spread yourself more, which you comply to easily.  

“Fuck, soon you’ll be begging me to stop.” Taehyung looks up at you as his breath ghosts your cunt. “Switch, Jimin.”

Jimin’s fingers let go of your lips and reach up to your breasts aching for attention. His wet hand gropes your swelling boobs, rolling your nipples under his slick palm.

You watch as Taehyung’s mouth closes the distance between him and your pussy, his hot, hard tongue following the same pattern of Jimin’s fingers. The muscle teases your entrance before sliding up and down your slit a few times until he reaches your clit. He gives the bundle kitten-licks as he savors the way your face fleetingly twists in pleasure, his eyes carefully catching each expression.

“Ooh, Tae,” You tangle your fingers into his hair once again, encouraging him to get closer, to go deeper. He envelops your clit in his hot mouth and sucks hard, making you scream. “Tae!”

Your moans never stop, instead, they only increase in volume; especially as Taehyung slides one hand further up your thigh, and gathers your fluid with it before sliding his fingers into your tight hole.

“You’re so fucking tight.” Taehyung groans between your legs and his voice sends vibrations through your very core. He moves his finger in and out of you, stretching you before he adds a second. His wrists flick rapidly as he fucks you with his fingers. “Such a needy girl.”

You cum quickly with a scream. Stars line up your vision at the powerful orgasm. Jimin holds your twitching body up as Taehyung continues to fuck your clenching hole with his fingers while licking the cum clean that drips from his fingers. Your orgasm ends, but Taehyung keeps going, now sucking and nibbling at your clit again. “Too much, too much.” You pull at Taehyung’s hair, trying to pull him away. He doesn’t relent, intent on keeping his word from earlier.

Strong arms from behind wrap around you, and pull you away from the kneeling man, whose face glistens from your cum. “Taehyung, you need to give her a break.”

Bless you Jimin, you beautiful angel.

“It’s my turn next.” His grip on you tightens, almost possessively like a child holding their favorite toy.

Wait, what?

“Fine, but I really want her to hear her beg more.” Taehyung stands up and stalks toward the both you.  

“If she’s up for it,” Jimin shrugs, “it’s fine by me.” You’re not sure if he’s supporting you or signing your death warrant.

Once Taehyung reaches you, he grabs your chin between his fingers to hold you still as he kisses you deeply. His tongue easily slips into your mouth, and you taste yourself from his mouth.

He ends the kiss, wiping the back of his hand along his mouth. “Tasty, isn’t it?”

Jimin’s head suddenly reaches over your shoulder, pushing you in between him and Taehyung, as his lips reaches the other man’s. It’s a messy kiss, Jimin practically eating out Taehyung’s mouth. You stare at the scene, heat once again pooling between your legs.  

“Divine.” Jimin says as he breaks the kiss and licks his lips. He starts waddling you backwards towards your room in the same fashion as he did earlier.

“Now, I’m going to fuck you so hard into that chair of yours. it’ll break. Then, you’ll have to buy a new one.”  

Taehyung laughs as he follows along, eyeing your form now being practically dragged away by Jimin.

“Jimin, nooo.” You whine, not pleased at the prospect of buying another chair, which they seemed hell-bent on turning true. “The bed works perfectly fine.”

[harghoes]

shower time

any clone x reader

warnings: super fluffy, a cute read

a/n: omg it’s finally December! i decided to start out the month with that curly haired clone + reader. i am so excited to share this one. i have more to come too :)) so stick around. formatting might be a little wonky but i’m on mobile lol

it had been a long day. you were just expecting a quick and easy day filled with paperwork but plans change. you were stuck running around all day instead of doing your actual job. it was exhausting and frustrating, considering the workload you had prior. now everything is backed up even more.

since you were expecting to sit at your desk and read, you didn’t wear your hair up and now it’s a complete mess. the curl pattern that was there this morning is completely gone. honestly, you can’t tell if there was any curl. it’s just a big frizzball at this point.

the entire day that you were running around, you were also running your hands through your hair. your mother always told you that was a bad habit. she was right, once again.

what you didn’t know is that your clone boyfriend was having the same issue. while his wasn’t from running his hands through his hair, the helmet resting on his head constantly caused lots of frizz. his curls have started to fray too.

you end up back at your quarters at 1800 and instantly plop down on the couch. this was a hectic day and you wanted nothing more than to greet your man when he got home. little did you know, he was just a few steps behind you. he punches in the code to your room right after you get comfortable on the couch for a nap.

your head perks up toward the door and watches as it slides open. standing there, in his armor, you forget just how special your relationship is. you each chose each other and continue to each day. you see his helmet turn to face you and then his pause.

a few seconds later you hear the bubbling of laughter. you quirk a brow his way and then he’s taking his helmet off.

“cyare, look at your hair! you look like you stuck your finger in a socket!” he breathes the words out between laughs.

you take one look at his hair and cover your mouth.

“my hair? look at yours! what a mess! you have a mini afro going on there, cyar’ika.”

he reaches his hands up to his hair and feels around. both of you take a glance at the other before bursting out laughing.

it takes a few minutes for you two to calm down but when you do, you propose an idea.

“how about we go shower and get rid of this frizz? we might shock each other, otherwise.”

he lets out a chuckle before saying, “i’d like that very much. you got that one shampoo, right? the one that smells like coconut and spearmint?”

you get up to help him out of his armor. you start at the bottom and he starts at the top.

“i have the matching conditioner too. before you ask, i have coconut oil and product too. you forget, we have the same issue, cyare.”

you lead him to the shower and begin to turn it on. you each get completely undressed and share a kiss before you step in. you are under the stream of water first, wetting your hair, before switching places. he lets the water drip from his head after he follows your lead. you press a quick kiss to his left pec before turning, and reaching for the shampoo. he slaps your butt lightly and causes you to jump.

you spin around and swat his chest while letting out a laugh. you beckon him down to your height and pour the shampoo into your hand. you rub your hands together to allow the suds to form before you apply it to his hair. massaging his head, you lather his hair with the shampoo, feeling him relax, before you’re pressing a kiss to his cheek.

a slow smile spreads across his face, and you push him under the water at the exact moment. he starts sputtering, soap in his mouth, while you try to apologize and hold back a laugh. you complete rinsing his hair of the shampoo, and he finally opens his eyes to look at you.

“that was real smooth, cyare. you get me all smiley and dopey then force suds in my mouth.” he's speaking through a wide grin.

you let out a laugh and reply, “i didn’t mean to! you just happened to smile while i was going to rinse your hair. it’s not my fault you smiled.”

at this statement, he raises an eyebrow and starts crowding you. you think he’s going to retaliate, until he grabs the shampoo behind you. surprised, you look at him with wide eyes.

he catches your gaze and smiles, “i’ll get you back for it, don’t worry, but for right now i just want to bathe my favorite girl.”

not expecting that answer, you stand still, until he’s forcing you to switch spots. he repeats your process and begins massaging your head. you close your eyes and hum contently. he pushes you into the water softly and begins to rinse your hair, too.

he pokes your side. you know instantly where it’s going, and go to tell him ‘no’, but he’s already started. he’s tickling your sides and forcing laughs out of you.

he starts talking, “this is what you get for pushing me under, now you know how i felt.”

you continue to laugh and squirm, until you speak up and say, “ow! wait, stop, i got soap in my eye! give, give!”

instantly he’s pulling you from the shower head and cooing over you.

“oh, baby, i’m so sorry. here, what can i do? i’m sorry, cyare.”

you punch his arm lightly before giggling, “i didn’t have soap in my eye, you dope. i just needed you to stop before we slipped. reckless boy.”

he lets out a breath, “yeah. i guess that wasn’t the best time for a tickle fit.”

you let out another giggle before reaching for the conditioner.

“comb, in here or out?”

he thinks for a second before deciding, “out there. i just want to hold you for a second.”

applying conditioner to both of you, he wraps his arms around your waist. you two are facing each other, chest to chest, breaths mingling. you stare at each other and slowly sway. letting the conditioner soak is important, and waiting for it like this isn’t so bad. you rest your head on his chest, and he rests his hand on your hair.

after a few more minutes like that, you two soap each other up in body wash, before rinsing that and the conditioner down the drain. you turn the shower off and each dry off.

you two walk over to the bathroom counter. now, it’s time for the real fun part. you pull the coconut oil down, and you each begin to work on your hair prep. every once and awhile, there’s a hip bump here and there or a tug of the towel.

it’s a soothing end to a stressful day and you two end up in bed facing each other. he’s staring at you with nothing but love, and you’re staring right back. you’ve got a few of his curls between your fingers, trying to help them back into their proper direction, and he’s got his hand on your waist.

what a life.

[happyandticklish]

Strange Feelings

Caleb is used to reading his boyfriend’s emotions, but when he encounters a series of strange ones he is forced to do some inner speculation and in the process discovers a secret Adam had been trying his best to keep hidden forever. 

They were messing around on Adam’s bed when Caleb first felt it.

Caleb was curved around Adam, pressing tight against his boyfriend as they kissed, something Caleb was delighted to see had become a constant part of their hangouts now that they were more comfortable with the whole dating thing. Caleb was running his hands up Adam’s sides, his fingers lifting the edge of his sweatshirt and brushing against bare skin. Adam shivered, grinning against his mouth.

“Your hands are cold,” he complained, shifting on the bed.

“Are not,” Caleb protested, squeezing the hand that rested against the other boy’s hip in retaliation for the slight. He wasn’t prepared for the way Adam jumped, his hand shooting down to block Caleb’s, and the nervous grin that now wobbled on his lips.

Caleb raised an eyebrow, sitting up and disentangling them. “What was that?”

Adam shrugged nonchalantly, staring determinedly out the window. Narrowing his eyes, Caleb reached forward speculatively, pinching his hip again. Adam squeaked, shoving his hand away. Slowly, Caleb began to smile teasingly.

“You’re ticklish,” he accused, delighted by this newfound knowledge. “You’re ticklish and you never told me.”

“No I’m not,” Adam denied immediately, and that was when Caleb felt it. That small mixture of panic and embarrassment and something else that Caleb wasn’t sure how to identify. It almost felt like… excitement? Adam locked eyes with him and for a moment nobody moved, unsure how to proceed from that moment. In the end Caleb was overwhelmed with the nerves radiating off his boyfriend and backed off, taking his hand instead.

“Alright,” he said, pulling him close once more. “I believe you.”

But even as the bubbly happiness returned, there was something else lingering. Disappointment. Caleb couldn’t help but dwell on it the rest of the evening and even as he returned home that night, the thought bounced around in his skull, trying to find a home.

He ended up bringing it up to Dr. Bright during one of their sessions, thinking maybe she could bring some clarity to the situation.

“Something weird happened the other day,” he explained, trying to keep the nerves out of his voice. It was always strange discussing his love life with an adult, let alone his therapist. “Um, when Adam and I were… uh, you know. Kissing.”

Dr. Bright raised an eyebrow, but otherwise said nothing, waiting for him to continue.

“I felt something from him… it was like this weird panic excitement thing at first but then it was disappointed and I’m not sure what it means. I mean, it’s not like we were doing anything weird or anything, so I’m not sure what I did to make him feel that way.”

“Have you tried discussing this with Adam?”

“No,” Caleb admitted. “I kind of got the feeling it was because of something I did and I didn’t want to embarrass him or anything, or for him to deny it so he wouldn’t hurt my feelings. I just don’t understand what he was disappointed by. Like, was I doing something wrong?”

Dr. Bright smiled gently. “I’m sure it was nothing you did. You and Adam seem happy together. If anything was wrong, I’m sure it’s something you can work out together.”

Caleb shrugged. “I guess. I just wish I understood him better sometimes.”

Dr. Bright leaned back in her chair. “It’s completely normal to want to understand your boyfriend better. I think even Non-Atypicals have experienced that.” She paused speculatively. “What were you doing? Before he became disappointed, I mean.”

Caleb wrinkled his face, trying to think back. “We were just kissing normally I think… at one point I like, brushed against his side or something and I asked if he was ticklish and he said no and so I believed him and we just went back to kissing. But that was all that happened.”

Dr. Bright’s face cleared as he spoke and she coughed, sitting forward a little. “Well, that explains it. Most people have bad memories associated with being tickled. He probably thought you were going to try something.”

“No, but it wasn’t like…” Caleb struggled to explain what he felt. “I mean, I guess that could be it, but it didn’t feel like normal panic, you know? He was like, super freaked about it, more than you would be about just tickling. And he wasn’t just freaking out, he was also… kind of excited? Like, a mixture of anticipation and happiness and the butterflies, but all at once. What? You feel… weird now. Wait, why are you embarrassed?”

Dr. Bright chuckled, shaking her head. “I’m sorry, I just think I finally understand what’s happening here. You said he felt disappointed after?”

“Yeah.”

“Would you say that was after you failed to tickle him?”

Caleb thought about it. “Yeah I guess so.”

Dr. Bright folded her hands in front of her on the desk. “I think there’s a distinct possibility that Adam might have wanted you to tickle him and was then disappointed when you failed to initiate anything.”

Now Caleb was really confused. “Wait, but I thought you said people didn’t like tickling.”

“Generally no,” she agreed wryly. “I certainly wasn’t much of a fan of it myself as a child. But for some people it’s a method of bonding, something that brings them joy and reminds them of pleasant memories. It different for everyone. I remember Mark used to provoke people into tickle fights all the time. I could never understand it, but it was what made him happy. Maybe that’s so for Adam as well.”

Caleb frowned, thinking back on it. Could Adam really have wanted him to tickle him? And if so, what was he supposed to do about it? He thought about the expression on his face, that shy grin, the way he didn’t move away at first, waiting for Caleb to make the first move instead. When he thought about it like that, it started to make a little more sense.

They continued the rest of the session discussing football season and how he was getting along with his other classmates, random, trivial things that couldn’t hold Caleb’s full attention. His mind was still focused on the pressing information just revealed. He needed to see Adam. He left the session an hour later, rushing out the door with hasty goodbyes, already pulling out his phone to text Adam if he wanted to meet up later that day.

Two hours later, the two sat on Caleb’s bed and Caleb could feel the nervous energy radiating off Adam, inevitable after the words we need to talk.

“So,” Adam said, clearly trying to sound less nervous than he felt. “What, uh, what did you want to talk about?”

Sometimes Caleb hated his ability. It could be a nice insight on people, sure, but it could be a real pain in the ass other times, like when he needed to have a serious conversation and had to deal with the anxiety of two people combined all at once. The conversation was difficult enough already. “Do you remember the other day? You know, when I was over at your house and we were watching that movie, the one about that detective lawyer?”

Confusion, worry, amusement. “I hardly call it watching a movie if you’re sucking face with your best friend the whole time.”

Caleb snorted shakily. “Yeah, true. But uh, on that subject, I actually wanted to talk about what happened while we were making out. The. Um. The tickling, that is.”

Idiot.

He looked up at Adam hesitantly and was hit with the exact same feelings as the other day, only doubled somehow. Caleb felt like he wanted to claw off his own skin and then have the ground open up and swallow him. He could only imagine what it was like for Adam. Adam was staring at him with a wide-eyed deer-in-headlights expression, a dark flush slowly overtaking his face. He quickly looked down at his hands, picking at his nails.

“Oh yeah?” he asked, voice a cadence higher than usual. “What about it?”

“I sort of felt something,” Caleb explained slowly, trying to be gentle about it and ignore the panic coming off Adam in waves. He could see the other boy’s shoulders tensing. “There was, you know, panic, but you were also excited. Like, really excited.”

“Oh god,” Adam groaned.

“So I talked to Dr. Bright about it—”

Adam’s head shot up. “You talked to your therapist about it?” he exclaimed, gripping his arms. “That’s… that’s private stuff, Caleb! What, do you discuss our entire sex life with your therapist?”

Caleb decided now was not the best time to bring up the phone call with Dr. Bright. “No! I just thought she could provide some insight! I’m not the greatest at this deciphering feelings thing, in case you haven’t noticed. I didn’t realize you liked me for months.”

“I know that,” Adam said, a little bit hurt. “But you could have talked to me about it instead of bringing some random stranger into it.”

“Dr. Bright is not some random stranger,” Caleb countered defensively. “And I thought you would be too embarrassed to talk about it, or just deny it or something. The point is, she brought up some good points, and I think she’s right.”

“Right about what?” Adam asked warily.

“Adam, do you like to be tickled?”

Adam didn’t look at him. His face seemed permanently tinged red and he was still staring at the floor like he wished it would swallow him at any moment. After a moment of hesitation, he said, “M-Maybe? It’s not, um, like a weird thing or anything and you don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to, I mean, I completely understand—”

“Adam.” He looked up into Caleb’s soft, understanding gaze. “It’s okay. I don’t think it’s weird.”

Adam frowned. “Y-You don’t?”

“No. I mean, maybe a little. But not any weirder than you already are.”

Adam snorted sarcastically, the sound coming out a bit too forced due to nerves. “Thanks, I feel so much better now.”

“No, that’s not what I—” Caleb broke off, frustrated. “I meant that it’s okay if it’s weird. Everyone’s a little bit weird. I like that you’re weird. And this is no different.”

Adam bit his lip, staring up at him skeptically. “You’re really okay with it?”

“Of course I am.” Caleb leaned forward, wrapping Adam into a hug. Adam stiffened at first but eventually relaxed into it, reaching his arms around him as well. “It means I get to discover a whole new part of you.”

After a moment Adam pulled away, nervously tugging at his sweatshirt. “This is so embarrassing. I mean, I’m glad that you’re cool with it and all, it just kind of sucks that my feelings give me away all the time.”

Caleb cringed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry about that. Kind of can’t help it though. Superpowers, remember?”

Adam sighed, giving him a tired smile. “I know. I’m more mad at myself than I am at you.”

He could still feel that anticipation, though it was slightly dampened now by relief and happiness, swirling around in Adam’s mix of feelings. Caleb hesitated for a moment, not sure if it was something he really wanted or if Caleb was just guessing wrong again. He had to ask though, just in case. “Do you want me to… you know…” he wiggled his fingers a bit for emphasis.

Adam blushed, burying his face in his hands. “Can you really tell?”

Caleb shrugged awkwardly. “Kinda? Not directly, but now that I know about it, it wasn’t that hard to put together.”

Adam peeked out from behind his fingers. “Are you okay with that? I mean yes, I do. Kind of. Yes. Do you want to?”

In answer Caleb tugged Adam closer by the hem of sweatshirt, pulling him so Caleb was sat right behind him. He slid his hands up his shirt, resting them on bare skin, and he felt Adam tense, goosebumps prickling along his skin.

“Cold hands!” Adam hissed.

“Oh yeah? How’s this for cold hands?”

Adam’s laughter was spectacular. At the beginning of their friendship it had been a rare thing, coming out only in sarcastic chuckles or a half-hearted huff. Then, as they got to know each other better and both began to open up, he got to hear more genuine laughter, the cute snort that came out whenever he wasn’t paying attention or the silent laughter he would slip into when Caleb made yet another stupid joke. But this laughter was different. It started out as sputtered giggles, Adam desperately trying to hold onto the last of his dignity as he struggled to stay still. Then Caleb discovered that his stomach made him absolutely dissolve and from then on it was a mess, Adam sliding down on Caleb’s lap, half-heartedly curling up as he cackled helplessly, batting away at his hands. It was genuine and carefree and Adam, and Caleb couldn’t believe Adam ever thought he would hate this side of him.

“Whahahait!” he squealed, his hands alternating from covering his face to flapping around uselessly. Caleb was repeatedly pinching his hipbone, each touch sending ticklish shocks throughout Adam’s body. “Noho, Cahahaleb!”

“You love it,” Caleb teased and Adam went bright tomato red, not denying him but instead dissolving into laughter once more. “I can’t believe I never knew you were ticklish. I’ll have to make up for lost time.”

“Ohoho my gohohod,” Adam giggled, arching back into him. “Ihihi—Ihihi cahahan’t! Tohohohoo muhuhuch!”

He whacked Caleb’s arm weakly, a non-official tap-out, and Caleb immediately backed off, wrapping his arms around Adam in a hug instead. Adam giggled quietly for a moment, twitching at every sudden moment, his arms wrapped protectively around his torso.

“You okay?” Caleb asked worriedly. Even if Adam did like it, he didn’t want to go too far.

“Yeah,” Adam assured him, entwining their fingers together around his stomach. “I just… wow. That was intense.”

Caleb nodded. “Yeah. I don’t understand how you were able to stand it. I’d never be able to hold still for that long.”

Adam slowly turned around, a familiar shit-eating grin on his face, and Caleb quickly realized his mistake. “You’re ticklish too? Caleb Michaels, big strong football player, is ticklish?”

Caleb was already backing away, holding his hands up in a position of surrender. “H-Hey now, this isn’t about me—no, wait, Adam no!”

Needless to say, the boys’ evening was filled with laughter and giggles, not that either of them minded, not really. 

[language-of-love]

nostalgia... (rated E, 1974 words, also on AO3) Future fic with two very happy husbands finding an evening to reconnect.

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A muffled beat and an array of approaching voices break the silence of the store and he swivels on his heel to peer outside the front window to see a small group of teenagers making their way along the middle of the street. One of them has a string of rainbow colored lights woven between the spokes of her bike wheel and another has a strobe light on her handlebars seemingly flashing to the beat of the music blaring from her iPhone. They are all talking and laughing all at once as they make the most of one of their last late summer nights before school starts up again and careless nights with friends will become few and far between. He’s reminded of the group of idiots who had shoplifted from the store all those years ago and smiles at the memory, thankful that David’s self esteem has strengthened some since then and he no longer seeks validation from undeserving people. At least, he’s gotten much better at it anyway.

Just thinking about his husband makes him eager to see him and Patrick refocuses on his straightening so he can lock up and head home. He’d texted him earlier to see how the vendor visits went and got a thumbs up, so he hopes that means David will be waiting for him when he gets there. While most of their vendors have set up online accounts, there are few who are still off the grid, meaning one of them has a monthly task of dropping off checks, or sometimes cash, to the farms and homesteads on the outskirts of town. David usually volunteers, which initially surprised Patrick, but it didn’t take long for the pieces to fall into place. As much as he complains about how off-the-beaten-path some of their town’s residents may be, David loves visiting them, loves tasting their food and fawning over their diverse and unique artistry. And while he might never admit it, he knows they love seeing him, too. Patrick knows this for a fact as he’s seen the disappointment on more than one of their faces when he stops by instead of his husband. David has convinced himself he’s an acquired taste, but that hasn’t been Patrick’s experience. The man collects people wherever he goes, including Patrick, his biggest cheerleader and president and CEO of the David Rose fanclub.

His cell phone vibrates on the counter and he makes his way over, twisting a few bottles and lotions to their correct positions on the way.

Seeing “are you coming home soon?” from David has him smiling at his phone screen and he feels his belly swoop a little in excitement. It surprises him, not because he doesn’t still love seeing his husband, but because they’ve been in a bit of a cool phase these past few weeks. Not for any reason, really, and not that it’s been a problem, but they’ve just not been super physical with each other. They still kiss every night after their “I love yous” and again in the morning with their coffee and tea, but there’s been a lack of initiative from both of them for anything more. Still just as connected as ever though, solid, so solid that Stevie has commented that they are entirely too functional and it’s making her uncomfortable. Seven and a half years of marriage and he couldn’t be happier. So it’s not something he’s worried about, but he’s definitely noticed.

This feeling though, he loves it. A little light headed, unfocused, and warm, and all he can think about is getting his hands on his husband as soon as humanly possible. He quickly texts David back to let him know he’ll be home in a few minutes and has the door to the store locked and he’s in the car and driving in less than two. As he pulls into their driveway, he can see a glow illuminating their back lawn and figures David must have set up for dinner out there, so he walks around the house instead of going through the front door.

What he sees almost brings tears to his eyes.

David has the back porch lit up in strings of fairy lights and edison bulbs, citronella torches and candles in a variety of lanterns. He can hear the soft strum of Patrick’s favorite singer/songwriter playlist coming from their outdoor speaker and the distant hum of his husband’s voice as he sings along from their kitchen through the screen door. It’s not that David isn’t romantic, because he is, but this is so unexpected that Patrick is rendered speechless.

Somehow he gets his feet to move further along their grass and up the back steps, making sure to make some noise on the creaky wood so he doesn’t sneak up on his husband too badly. David must hear him as he’s peeking his head out the door just as Patrick’s at the top step, smiling widely with a mischievous gleam sparkling in the dark depths of his beautiful eyes.

“What’s all this?”

David just shrugs and Patrick huffs out a small laugh, still a bit overwhelmed and needing to release a few long breaths to ease the ache in his chest. It’s a good ache, a really, really good ache. As soon as he’s close enough, he’s pulling David towards him by the hem of his sweatshirt and whatever half-hearted complaint his husband was about to profess about the garment is silenced by Patrick’s mouth. For a second or two, he just reacquaints himself with David’s breathing, gently trapping his bottom lip before letting it go and switching the angle of his head so he can do it again. When David’s hands at his waist clench a little, he knows he’s on the right track. Making sure to have his hand behind David’s head before he backs him against the door jamb, he finally gets a taste of his mouth with his tongue and their bodies automatically stretch to align.

Temporarily shelved passion is unearthed and their kisses turn molten, all hot breaths, wet lips and urgent questions asked and answered and it takes no coaxing at all to lead a very willing David upstairs to their bedroom. He only fully realizes just how on the same page they are when he’s got David pressed against the mattress and he’s looking down at his face as shadows dance across his skin from the candles perched on every available surface.

“Were you planning on seducing me?” he whispers, taking David’s hands in his and dragging them up and over his head on their pillow.

“No.”

His husband isn’t even attempting to sell that lie, with his tongue peeking out to wet his lips as he widens his hips a little so Patrick can sink in between his legs.

“But if you’d like to seduce me, I’m fully prepared for that outcome.”

Nudging his nose, Patrick presses a smile against David’s lips, fully intending to banter back about what he could possibly mean by that (he knows), but gets lost kissing him instead, in the taste of his mouth and the heat of his tongue and the familiar contours of his lips. David’s fingers tighten in the space between his and Patrick groans in appreciation into his mouth, torn between wanting to kiss him all night and this deep pull in his gut for something deeper. The need to feel David’s skin against his hits him the same way a nostalgic song does when it comes on the radio, this bone deep knowledge of every note and chord and the anticipation of wanting to get to the chorus, and he unfurls his fingers from David’s so they can take their time undressing each other in the candlelight.

Finally bare, David’s loving and urgent hands linger over Patrick’s slightly untoned belly, kissing the small pooch there before making his way up to nose at the skin along Patrick’s ribs. It tickles and Patrick retaliates, quickly pushing David onto his back and kissing him fiercely, taking advantage of the dazed state left behind to slide down his body and happily bury his lips in the now salt and pepper flecked perfection of David’s happy trail.

“I’m married to a silver fox,” he jokes as he dips his tongue into David’s belly button, a remark that earns him a playful tug at his ear even as David’s long leg traps him in place. David’s hand moves to his hair and he threads his fingers through the short strands and Patrick leans into the touch, welcoming the gentle tugs as he ventures further down to kiss the warm crease of David’s thigh.

He makes up for lost time worshipping all of David’s sensitive places, his mouth, tongue and eventually lube-slicked fingers bringing David to the edge and back until his husband’s pleas go up an octave and he knows what they both need. With his arm holding up David’s knee and his lips ghosting his open mouth, he finally comes home. The same love that has them kissing each other goodnight before bed guides their bodies in this moment, too, the same ease and knowledge that they are safe and so deeply loved. They give and take until it’s too much and they both need release, slick limbs rearranging until Patrick’s nose is buried in the sweaty nape of David’s neck as his hips drive his husband’s long and beautiful body deep into the mattress.

When David turns his head on the pillow so he can cry out as he comes, Patrick buries himself deeper, the fiery tendrils of his own orgasm spreading quickly as his husband’s ass clenches around him. Leaning down, he buries his face next to David’s and whispers how much he loves him, over and over as he pumps his hips quickly, finally coming with a groan and an amused smile as David mumbles something incoherent in response.

The small of Patrick’s back is screaming at him and he’s completely out of breath, so he collapses on David’s back, inelegantly spent but unwilling to disconnect. David’s hand reaches back for him, finding the back of his neck and tugging as if he can somehow bring their bodies closer and it just makes Patrick want him again, all night, forever. He has no energy left, but he kisses David’s back, and his shoulder, then his cheek, and finally the corner of his mouth as David twists around in a position that just cannot be comfortable. They both laugh as they scramble to rearrange themselves, both pulling at each other’s backs as they face one another on the pillow, lips like magnets as they breathe into another series of kisses.

Patrick’s far from being able to go another round, but when David slips a thumb between his lips to wet it against his tongue and that same thumb slides between them to toy with Patrick’s nipple, his brain short circuits a little thinking of all the ways his husband plans to rouse him.

He loses count at six.

Eventually, they make it back downstairs for a very late, but perfect dinner outside amidst the fairy lights, exchanging heated looks full of all the things they’ve done to each other over the past few hours, touches lingering until he ends up in David’s lap and they makeout for a while before Patrick’s yawning into David’s mouth. It earns him another tug to his ear and some performative huffs and puffs, but he does all of the cleaning up from dinner to make up for it.

Tucked into bed to sleep, on fresh sheets and back in their everyday pajamas, Patrick leans in for his “I love you” and goodnight kiss and David reciprocates, smiling against his mouth just like the night before and all the nights to come.

[slytherinbarnes]

Sub Rosa [19]

vi. fog of war

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: Death, blood, violence, fighting, language, Shumway is an asshole. 

Summary: A plan to knock out Mount Weather’s communication includes a detour for you and the Blake siblings, which results in a shocking discovery. 

a/n: hi, hello, today has been a rollercoaster of emotions so I am feeling v stressed out. but that doesn’t matter lmao. anyways here is the next chapter!!!! the taglist for this series is open! I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think!!!

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Two days pass after Finn’s massacre, largely uneventful, marked only by periods of planning to invade Mount Weather, and tension between Finn and everyone else. 

You’re currently walking towards Bellamy’s tent, situated on the opposite end of the camp from yours and Clarke’s, when you see him.

Shumway.

You make eye contact and he starts to walk towards you, and you turn and duck between a row of buildings, bobbing and weaving between them, hoping that he doesn’t find you. A voice drifts between the buildings, sinister enough to make your skin crawl. “La lune, where are you hiding?”

You start to run faster, maneuvering through the camp until you burst out on the other side, near the group of tents. You run towards Bellamy’s, not stopping until you burst inside, unannounced. 

He looks up at you in surprise, his pants held in his hands, and his body uncovered except for his gray boxers. You quickly cover your eyes and mutter, “Sorry I saw Shumway and-”

He laughs, “You don’t have to do that.”

“Do what?”

His voice is closer when he answers, right in front of you. “Cover your eyes.”

His fingers close around your wrist and lower your hand, and your eyes open to his bare chest. His pants are now pulled up and secured, and you look up to meet his eyes. His hands lift to your cheeks, holding you in place as he dips his head, his lips meeting yours.

You lose yourself in the kiss instantly, forgetting Shumway, forgetting why you were looking for him, focusing only on the way his lips feel against yours. How his curls tickle your face, and how his hands are now roaming over your body. They have just reached your butt, giving you a light squeeze, when you hear both your names called from outside his tent. You pull away, breathless, and a second later Clarke steps inside, instantly eyeing you both suspiciously. “Are you coming or what?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” And then she exits without another word, already making a beeline for the bar, leaving you to grab Bellamy and follow. 

“Wait, what’s going on?”

“I was supposed to come get you for a meeting.” You blush when you remember his distraction. “She thinks she finally got the map right.”

“Oh. Good.”

When you reach the table, Clarke is already sitting, map open and spread out, three drinks already waiting. You and Bellamy sit, and she launches into her explanation. 

“It's a Labyrinth. We got to the dam through this tunnel,” She uses her pencil to point it out. “It's all connected to the mine system. That’s our way in.”

You give her a skeptical look. “Sure, if we can get past the Reapers and the Mountain Men.”

Bellamy sighs and leans back in his chair, looking between you and Clarke. “I swear to God, if your mom doesn't sanction the mission soon, I'm going by myself.”

You and Clarke answer in unison, “You won't be by yourself.”

Bellamy pulls a face, weirded out by the synchronization, and you and your twin let out a laugh. Her laughter dies out quickly and you turn to her to see why, finding that her eyes are locked at something over Bellamy’s head. You follow her gaze and Bellamy does too, spotting Finn and Murphy, before you both turn back to Clarke. He attempts to sound casual when he asks, “How's Finn doing anyway?”

She shrugs. “I haven't talked to him since we got back. I don't know what to say.” Her gaze drops to the table, and you can tell she’s somewhere else, stuck in a memory. “He just kept shooting.”

Bellamy tries to comfort her, offering her a similar sentiment to the one he gave you previously. “We're at war, Clarke, we've all done things.”

She doesn’t say anything, and a second later the moment is lost, Finn now standing beside you. “Hey.”

Clarke avoids his eyes. “Hey.”

Bellamy looks between Finn and Clarke, before grabbing your arm and pulling you from your seat. “Next round’s on us.”

“Wait-” You start to protest, turning to look at your twin, but she nods her approval, so you let Bellamy lead you away. You watch the former couple talk as you wait in line, Clarke’s shoulders rigid with tension. When you reach the counter Bellamy hands you a cup of Monty’s stash while he grabs the other two, and you both head back to the table. You note that Finn is now gone, and Murphy is left behind in his place. 

He doesn’t last long though, because Raven reaches the table the same time you and Bellamy do, and she turns towards him. “Beat it, Murphy.”

After he walks off, her face splits into a grin as she looks between the three of you. “I know why we haven't heard from any of the other Ark stations. Mount Weather's jamming us.”

“Show us.”

She turns and quickly heads towards Engineering, and you all follow, abandoning your drinks on the table. She leads you straight to a radio, appearing to be in a state of disrepair, before she looks between you. “I tweaked the resonator and got this.” 

She turns a knob and reveals a high pitched hum, paired with a quiet clicking sound. “It's on every frequency. Long range communication is totally screwed. It's also the reason the range on our walkies sucks. It's the same signal Monty heard in the black box of the Exodus ship.”

Realization hits you. “Wait, so Mount Weather crashed the Exodus ship?”

She nods and Clarke comes around the table to get a better look at the radio. “Can you get around the signal?”

“Around it? No. But if I can get to the tower that broadcasts it, I can make it go boom.”

“No one is going anywhere.”

You all turn towards the door, watching as your mom steps inside, looking pissed. You have the distinct feeling of being caught doing something you aren’t supposed to, but you push it aside as she starts in on her lecture. “What do I have to do to get through to you? You and your friends are not soldiers, and continuing to act like you are puts lives at risk.”

You let out a huff of frustration, but Clarke steps towards her, reasoning with her. “You don't understand, Raven found something. Mount Weather is jamming our communications.”

“It's true. There could be other Ark stations on the ground.”

Major Byrne cuts in, ignoring the good news. “The Grounder retaliation for the massacre could happen at any time, and when it does, we need every available man to defend this camp.”

You turn and snap at her, “So let us go!”

“Neither of you are gonna stop, are you?”

You and Clarke deadpan, “No.” And she adds, “Not until our friends are safe.”

Your mom sighs, “Okay. But I'm coming with you.”

“Then it's settled, we're going back to Mount Weather.”

-

Later that night, after the team has been chosen and briefed, Clarke approaches you once you’re alone in your shared tent. “I need you to do something tomorrow. You, Bellamy, and Octavia.”

“What is it?”

“You need to look for a way into Mount Weather.” She pulls a map out of her pocket and hands it to you. “Mom seems hellbent on keeping us locked up or keeping an eye on us, and this might be our only chance to find one.”

“Okay, so what’s the plan?”

She points at the map, drawing your eyes to a forked path. “We’re supposed to go down this path tomorrow, bringing us opposite of the mountain. But this path takes you towards the mountain. When we get close, I’ll distract mom, and you three can sneak off and go that way. You already know all the rendezvous points, so if you find anything or if something goes wrong, you can meet back up with us and let us know.”

You nod and fold the map up, putting it in your pocket. “I better go tell Bellamy.”

“Don’t let anyone see you. We already know that Byrne is one of mom’s spies, but who knows who else is. If she gets suspicious at all, she might call the whole thing off.”

“You’re right.” You head over to your bed and grab a small blanket off the top, draping it over your shoulders and around your head, shielding your face from view. When you turn to Clarke, she gives a nod in approval, and you slip out of the tent and into the cool night air. 

You slink through the camp, avoiding the busy areas and sticking to the shadows. You make it to Bellamy’s tent without being seen, and you call out his name before entering, giving him fair warning this time instead of barging in. He’s already in bed when you slip inside, and he sits up as you pull the blanket back from your face, revealing yourself to him. “I’m sorry, were you asleep?”

“No, just laying here. I have a hard time sleeping these days.”

He swings his legs out of his bed, making room for you to sit down beside him. “I do too. I think I’m missing the stars.” Or maybe it’s the guilt.

You look to the roof of the tent, opaque, just like all the others, keeping the view of the sky hidden from you. Bellamy hums in response, before asking, “Not that I’m not happy to see you, but what are you doing here?”

You pull the map out of your pocket, and start to explain the plan. “Clarke wants us to look for a way into Mount Weather tomorrow. You, me, and Octavia. She’ll keep mom distracted so we can slip away and search without a chaperone breathing down our necks.”

“I’ve noticed we’ve had more eyes on us lately.”

“Mom is worried about us leaving again. I get it, I guess, but I don’t like having babysitters that report my every move to her.”

He nods towards your disguise, “That explains the blanket.”

“She’s got spies everywhere. I swear I can’t breathe without one of them telling her about it. And she shows up almost anytime me and Clarke are talking together, instantly suspicious.”

He laughs, “I mean, we are planning a rogue mission as we speak.”

“I didn’t say it was an unwarranted suspicion.”

You both laugh, and when it dies down, you fold up the map and stand to leave. Bellamy reaches out and grabs your hand. “Where are you going?”

“Back to my tent. We both need rest for tomorrow.”

“You can stay, if you want.” 

Your brows lift in surprise, but you consider his offer. “Are you a blanket hog?”

“No. Never.”

You smile, unable to resist your amusement at the serious way he answered your question. His face splits into a grin and he swings his feet back up into the bed and scoots over, pulling back the covers and inviting you in. You don’t know if it’s the cups of Monty’s stash that you drank, or just a desire to be near him, but you lower yourself into his bed, kicking off your shoes before lifting your feet off the ground and sliding beneath the covers. He pulls them up to your chin and you lay stiff beside him, unsure on what the rules are. But then he scoots closer to you slowly, giving you time to protest. And when you don’t, he tugs you closer, wrapping his arm around you and guiding your head onto his chest. 

Once you get comfortable and settle into his warmth, you feel the haze of sleep start to whirl around you, which surprises you. Sleep never greets you quickly, but you welcome it, allowing your lids to drop closed and your brain to slip into a swirl of dreams. 

-

You wake the next morning, warm, happy, and wrapped up in a pile of blankets. When you turn to look beside you, you see that Bellamy is missing. You turn towards the rest of the tent and find him slipping his boots on in the center of the small space. He smiles when he sees you. “I was just about to wake you up. We’re leaving soon.”

You nod and reluctantly slip out of the covers, stretching and fighting off the sleepy haze. Bellamy watches you for a second before reaching down to grab his knife and strap, securing it around his thigh. “You’re a blanket hog, by the way.”

“What?”

“You took all the blankets last night. I had to wrestle them back from you.”

“I did not!”

He laughs and nods his head, his messy morning curls bouncing. “Yes you did.”

You tug your shoes on and glare at him. “I probably had to steal them from you first.”

“Whatever you say.”

You roll your eyes and pat your pocket, checking for the map, before standing and heading for the door. You ignore his earlier accusation. “You ready?”

“After you.” He pauses and you step out of the tent, and then he whispers, “Blanket hog.”

You turn and punch him lightly when he steps out, both of you laughing. “Shut up!”

Both of your laughter dies in your throat when a voice cuts through the early morning air. “Well, isn’t this sweet.”

You cut a glare at Shumway, and open your mouth to say something, but Bellamy grabs your hand and pulls you away, stopping you. “Keep going.”

As you put distance between you and Shumway, he calls out to your retreating figure, “You got a deal with her too, Bellamy?”

The words stop you both dead in your tracks, and you feel Bellamy tense up beside you. You resist the urge to scream at Shumway, kick him, push him into the electric fence. Instead, you take a deep breath, remember the stars, your father, and saving the 47 before continuing to walk, pulling Bellamy with you. 

You reach the front gate and meet up with the others, the last of the group to arrive. Your mom stares at your approach, and her eyes drop down to your hand, still held in Bellamy’s, and you release it, feeling guilty for some reason. Her eyes shift to the rest of the group, “Alright, let’s head out.”

Everyone follows her from the camp as she takes the lead, map in hand, gun tucked into her pants. Octavia and Clarke hang back and wait for you and Bellamy, and Octavia hands Bellamy his pack while Clarke hands you yours. She whispers, “Did you tell him?”

“Yes.”

“Good. We’ll reach it about mid day. Be ready.”

You nod in confirmation and she jogs ahead, rejoining your mother, leaving you behind with the Blake siblings. Bellamy quickly explains the plan to Octavia, who agrees as soon as he mentions the idea.

When the sun stands tall above you, nearing noon, Clarke turns back to look at you and you know it’s time. You motion to the siblings and they spread out, looking up in the trees and pausing to survey the area. Bellamy yells out, “Don't forget to look up, because the Grounders use the trees. That's how we lost John Mbege.”

You watch as space grows between you three and the rest of the group, everyone too busy watching the trees to notice three teenagers dropping away. When the group starts to disappear around the bend in the path, still oblivious, you all take off running down the other path, heading down towards the mountain. 

You don’t stop running for a while, trying to put as much space as possible between you and the others, but you finally slow to a walk when you’ve made it far enough down the path. You pull out the map and hand it to Bellamy, who unfolds it and looks it over before glancing at the area around you. “Before the bombs, there were buildings everywhere. I'm guessing some of them had access to the bunker.”

He pushes on, turning to glance at you and Octavia. “So we're looking for ruins. Anything that's man made, okay?”

You and Octavia nod the same time a voice cuts through the woods. “Griffin! Blake! Let's go right now!”

You all freeze in place before turning around slowly. You meet Sergeant Scott’s eyes and shrug. “In case you've forgotten, we're not under your command.”

“Don't make us do this the hard way.”

Bellamy steps closer to the man, “Come on Scott, 47 of our people are prisoners in this mountain!”

“That's why we're out here.”

You cock your head to the side, and correct him. “Wrong. You're out here to find other stations of the Ark. We're out here to find our friends.”

Beside you, Octavia glances down at her feet and whispers, “Bell.”

You both turn and look at her in confusion, but her gaze is still locked on the ground. You both follow it and realize that all around you, mice and insects are scurrying away, running in the direction you were originally walking in. Scott asks, “What are they doing?”

Bellamy’s voice is confused, but he replies, “Running.”

You hear a pop of thunder behind you, so you turn, and your eyes land on an ominous yellow cloud, crackling with electricity. You point towards it. “Acid fog! We need cover now!”

“Deploy your tents, go!”

The guards pull off their packs and start digging around, looking for their tents. Octavia ignores the command and runs off, following the rats, and you and Bellamy instantly turn to follow her. “O! O! Get back here!”

She comes to a stop around a bend in the path, lifting up shrubbery, and revealing a small crack in between two pieces of metal. “Bell, there's something in here! Maybe there's some ruins.”

Bellamy turns and yells at the others, “Hey! Hey! Over here!”

You all start frantically tearing the vines and bushes away, searching for a door handle. When you find it, Bellamy and Scott grab it and tug, as the acid fog closes in on you. You and Ocatvia start yelling, “Hurry up!”

They finally pry it open and Bellamy pushes you and Octavia inside, followed by Scott. He turns to yell at the other guards, “Hurry, get inside!”

One guard immediately spins and runs towards you, joining you inside. But the other fumbles with his tent for a second longer before deciding to run, sealing his fate as the acid fog rolls over him seconds later, killing him. Scott tries to run back outside and grab his guard, but Bellamy pulls him back inside and closes the door. 

With the door closed, you are all plunged into darkness. You can hear fumbling for a second before everyone pulls out their flashlights and switches them on, bringing in enough light to see each other and some of the area around you. The guards step deeper into the space first, guns raised, and you, Bellamy, and Octavia follow. 

You draw closer to the siblings, feeling uneasy as your flashlight bounces over abandoned vehicles and dark corners. Nearby you can hear the rats squeaking and other unusual sounds, and you try to ignore it, focusing only on what’s in front of you. Scott swings his gun and light around, searching, before muttering, “Where are we?”

You shake your head, “It looks like a garage.”

“More like a tomb,” Octavia corrects you. You find yourself nodding in agreement. 

She pulls Lincoln’s sword out, armed up, and you pull out the only weapon you have on you: the Grounder knife. You and the siblings share a look before Bellamy turns to Scott. “Look, I'm sorry about your man, but we need to find an access door to Mount Weather.”

Bellamy doesn’t wait for a response and is already turning away when Scott stops him. “Hey, not so fast.”

“Sir, that fog will keep us pinned down for another-”

Bellamy cuts himself off when he sees the reason for Scott’s protest, a pistol, now offered out to Bellamy for protection. Bellamy takes it and Scott grabs and takes the pistol off his guard, handing it to you. You take it with a nod of thanks as he adds, “We'll split up, meet back here in fifteen. Be safe.”

You break apart, you and the siblings traveling forward, while the two guards veer off to the left. You move through the garage slowly, your flashlight only lighting up small sections of the space at a time, leaving dark corners largely unexplored. You hear Bellamy make a sound of surprise beside you before he breaks into a jog, and you and Octavia share a confused look before taking off after him. 

He pulls to a stop at a door, and you all exchange an excited smile as he reaches for it, only to freeze in place when a scream echoes through the dark garage. You all immediately turn away from the door, guns lifted and sword out as you start walking back into the pressing darkness of the garage. You can now hear music playing nearby, pretty and melodic and you creep towards it, searching for the source. Bellamy stops and ducks behind a car, pulling you and Octavia behind it and calling out, “Scott? Are you there?”

When no answer comes, he motions for you to start moving again, spread out into a line, creeping along. Your flashlight finally lands on a small wind up radio, abandoned on the ground next to one of the guard’s rifles. Bellamy bends to pick it up, shouldering it, as the sound of rustling reaches your ears. Octavia whispers, “Bell, what was that?”

He swings his gun to the right, illuminating two bodies bent over a third. When they turn towards you, you can see blood dripping from their mouths, and over their clothes. Bellamy fires a few shots, killing them both. “Reapers.”

A shudder passes through you and you hold your light in the direction of the third body, spotting the guard whose name you didn’t know. Bellamy passes his pistol to Octavia and whispers, “Take this.”

She complies, and you all start creeping forward again, now more cautious than before. Your flashlight lands on another body, and it only takes a second for you to identify Sergeant Scott, silent and unoving. Bellamy turns his flashlight to join yours, and it illuminates a third Reaper. He lifts his gun, ready to kill him too, when Octavia reaches out and grabs his arm. “Don't. It's Lincoln!”

When the Reaper’s face lifts, blood is pouring from his mouth, courtesy of whatever body part he was chewing on. Lincoln stands and starts to step towards you, and Octavia tries to reason with him. “Lincoln. Lincoln, it's me! It's Octavia!”

He looks right at her, not recognizing her and charges, lifting her and tossing her to the side. “Don’t kill him!”

Lincoln spins on you and Bellamy, guns both raised, unsure what to do if you can’t kill him. You both start to back up, keeping your distance, and just as he starts to charge at you, a shot rings out. Lincoln drops down and grabs his leg, grunting, and Bellamy rushes forward and knocks him out with the butt of the rifle. You step around him, tentative, and grab Octavia, pulling her away from him. Bellamy reaches out for your hand and you take it, forming a human chain. “We need to get somewhere safe!”

He pulls you through the garage, stopping when he finds a car with dark, tinted windows. He checks the door to the backseat and it pops open, so he slides inside, pulling you in behind him. Octavia slides in behind you, sandwiching you between them, and pulls the door closed softly. You all sit inside, panting and struggling to catch your breath, wondering how to get out of the garage alive. Octavia looks back at you, face fixed in disbelief. “He's a Reaper. How is it even possible? He just looked right through me.”

You hear metal clang nearby and your head snaps up, listening. Bellamy must hear it too, because he whispers, “Shh.”

“How-”

You clap a hand over her mouth, cutting her off, before lifting your finger to point out the window. Lincoln is standing right outside the door, blood dripping from his mouth, face twitching. You whisper back to Bellamy, so quiet he barely hears it, “Can he see us?”

His breath rushes past your ear, his response carried within it. “I don’t know.”

Lincoln stands at the window for a long minute, just staring, before smacking the window and smearing blood across the glass. And then he turns away, leaving you alone again. You drop your hand from Octavia’s mouth, and she turns to Bellamy, mouth already open to say something, but he beats her to it. “Shh, just listen to me. We'll get him back, I promise.”

“How?”

He thinks for a long minute. “We need to knock him out long enough to get him out of here.”

“Scott has a shock baton.”

He turns to you, eyes lighting up. “If we can get the shock baton, we can hit him with it until it knocks him out.” He glances at his little sister, “You’ll need to distract him long enough for us to shock him.”

“Okay.”

His eyes are on you again. “You head to Scott and get the baton. I’ll stand in between the two of you, watching both your backs. Then you give the baton to me and I'll take him down.”

“Okay.”

He takes a breath and then pulls open the car door, helping you and Octavia out. He looks between you both, now hesitant. “You sure you're ready for this?”

When you both nod, he starts to creep forward, leading you around the corner and back to the two dead guards. He swings his light towards them before whispering to Octavia. “Stay here. I’m gonna follow her halfway.”

You both start walking again, heading closer to the bodies, and when you’re halfway between Scott and Octavia, Bellamy stops and takes up his post. You take in a breath of courage before continuing on, now alone, light trained on Scott’s side and the baton that is situated there. You reach him and drop to your knees beside him, struggling to wrestle it free from his belt. When you finally get it, you lift it in the air, high enough that Bellamy can see your success.  

You hear him say your name a split second before a hand closes around your wrist, and you let out a scream, looking up and making eye contact with Reaper Lincoln. Fear freezes every muscle in your body as he pulls you to your feet and then flings you, sending you flying into a car. You feel the baton roll out of your grip when you hit the front of the car, and you land on the ground with a groan. You hear Octavia yelling in the distance, calling to her boyfriend, and you shake off the pain and scramble to your feet. You pick up the fallen baton and take off running towards the siblings, yelling at Bellamy as your approach, “Catch!”

You toss the baton and he catches it with ease, pushing the button and lighting it up, uttering a quiet apology before he presses the baton to the Reaper’s neck and holds it there, shocking him until he drops to the ground, unconscious. You jog up as he lands with a thud, and you all look down at him, panting form exertion. Octavia eyes him. “Now what?”

“Now we take him home.”

You turn towards Bellamy, already shaking your head. “We can’t take him back to Camp Jaha.”

His eyes meet yours, and he shakes his head. “Our real home.”

You think of the Delinquent Camp, full of tents, home of the dropship, and smile. Home. 

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next chapter

[ragewerthers]

When I See You Smile

Summary:  Haruki makes one comment too many in his self deprecating remarks... Akihiko means to fix this in the silliest way he knows how.

A/n: This is my 2019 Squealing Santa fic for Mortia!!!

I hope it's okay that I waited to post it to you until Christmas and I really hope you enjoy it! It's my first Given fic, but as soon as I read the prompt I just had to go for it! I love these two so much and thank you for the amazing prompt!

"Given (Haruki/Akihiko): Akihiko can't seem to stop tickling Haruki, much to the blond's embarrassment (and secret enjoyment)"

When I read this I instantly thought of Akihiko unable to keep himself from tickling the poor man because of Haruki having another moment of self deprecation. But never you fear! Akihiko will make it right! :D

And thank you again @ticklygiggles​ for hosting this once again this year and allowing us to write all this amazing fluff!!! :D

You can also read on AO3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21950167

Enjoy! :D

Word Count: 2395

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Making his way toward his small bathroom, Haruki closed the bedroom door slightly behind himself as he began his trek, his brain still a little foggy from the lack of coffee in his system and his eyes still just a bit sleepy.

It was only about 6 in the morning, but the chill in the air had made it extra hard to leave the warm bed where Akihiko still resided.  Still he had to get ready for the day and letting his boyfriend sleep a little while longer was something he thought the man would appreciate.  

Before long he was stepping into the small bathroom, the light flickering on to reveal himself standing in front of his mirror and making him cringe.  Looking over his features, he crinkled his nose at what he saw.

Apparently he’d been what Akihiko liked to call a, “cuddle bug” in his sleep because he looked like an honest to god mess right now.  His sleep clothes were rumpled, his left cheek still had lines from where it had been smushed into his partner’s chest and his hair… oh his hair.

It was an absolute mess!  It looked like it was making an attempt to overtake his face as it sprang out in almost every direction imaginable.

He shook his head, trying to free his eyes from the mess and as he saw more of his morning self he couldn’t help making another face.  Oh no… he was definitely not fit for human eyes just yet.  What would Akihiko say?  The man always managed to look so effortlessly, ruggedly handsome.  Surely he didn’t deserve to witness the sleep zombie that Haruki had become overnight?

Reaching forward he grabbed a hairband off of his bathroom counter, trying to sweep his golden locks into a messy bun for now so he could take care of the rest of himself before tackling that monstrosity.  Glowing at the sink as he worked on putting his hair up and thinking about the horrified screams of his lover should he see him in this state, he missed hearing the soft footsteps coming up behind him.

At least until he felt warm hands settle on his waist and give it a little squeeze.

A far too high pitched squeak escaped him as he glanced up into the mirror to find an adorably sleepy looking Akihiko staring back at him.

“Kaji?  What are you doing up?  Did I wake you?” Haruki asked, trying to will the blush from his face as his own hands stilled in putting up his hair.

The drummer chuckled softly, the sound deeper from sleep and a noise that made Haruki’s heart flutter ridiculously in his chest.

“You didn’t wake me.  Not really,” Akihiko admitted, his hands still holding onto the bass players waist gently.  “I was up when you got out of bed and decided to join you for your morning routine.  I was walking by to put on a pot of coffee when I saw that face you were making in the mirror.”

Haruki’s blush came back a million times stronger as he heard that and he narrowed his eyes at reflection Akihiko, still unable to face the real one.

“What face?!  If you’re talking about my ugly morning face and bed he-hehehead!  No!  Nonono!  D-don’t you d-dahahare!”

Before he could even finish his sentence about his appearance, the drummers fingers already began to lightly squeeze along the length of his lithe waist, making him shimmy and instantly drop his arms down.  His hands latched onto Akihiko’s, squeezing his wrists as surprised laughter continued to pour out of him.

“You need to rethink those words, Haruki,” the light blond murmured softly as he rested his head on the man’s shoulder, stilling his fingers for a moment.  “Now why don’t we try that again?”

Haruki’s face was now positively scarlet and he could feel the tension building in Akihiko’s hands as he held them, trying to figure out what to do or say as nervous giggles bubbled in his chest.  As he looked at himself in the mirror again all he could see was his tomato red face and his hair looking even more messy than before!

“A-Akihiko.  I… I was only agreeing wi-hihih-ahahahaha!“ he spluttered as skilled fingers found their way up his ribs, scribbling against the thin fabric of his old sleep shirt and making Haruki’s laughter intensify.  “Stahahahahap!  Stahp you… mo-ahahahahanster!”

Akihiko definitely laughed at that, but this time his fingers didn’t cease their attack.  Instead he continued to vibrate his fingers right into the sensitive dips of Haruki’s ribs, making the man release his wrists as he tried to wrap his arms around his torso for protection.  

“A monster, you say?  Hmm… perhaps I am,” Akihiko teased, his fingers slipping back down to massage teasing circles against the Haruki’s lowest ribs and making the poor man’s knees buckle slightly.  “You’re right!  You have awoken Ka-ha-ha-ji!  The greatest tickle monster to ever live!”

Haruki absolutely snorted as he heard that ridiculousness and shook his head as he began to sink down onto the floor.  Akihiko was having none of it.

“Oh no!  Where do you think you’re going?” the tickling devil asked as his arms snaked around Haruki’s middle to keep him upright, chuckling softly as it allowed his partner to catch his breath.

“A-awahahay from you!” Haruki giggled breathlessly.  Gods he should’ve known to keep his guard up around this beast!  A horrible, horrible thing that Akihiko had learned early on in their friendship was that Haruki was incredibly ticklish.  He always seemed to find great joy in giving him little pokes to his sides and ribs during practice, fluttering his fingers against his neck while he looked over music or just quick little squeezes to his knees when they sat together on the train or at a restaurant resulting in far too many drinks shooting out of his nose.

So far Haruki had yet to find a good way to retaliate.  The man was made of rock or something!  But ever since they had grown in their relationship and gotten closer, Akihiko had taken this information and found many more weak spots and many more chances to use them against the defensless bass player.

Like now for example.

“I don’t think so!  Ka-ha-ha-ji isn’t done with you yet!” Akihiko growled playfully, pitching his voice deeper as he lifted his partner up in a bear hug and began to make his way back out of the bathroom.

Haruki instantly squeaked as he was lifted, wriggling in his partners hold as he found himself being unceremoniously carried back to their bedroom.

“What?!  Put me down you… you…,”

“Monster?” Akihiko purred into his ear, making Haruki’s ears burn and his shoulders scrunch up as he felt that ticklish buzzing sensation.  It didn’t help that he began to flutter his fingers back against his sides as he continued to carry him, making him squeak out another ridiculous round of giggles.

“Ah!  D-Don’t… do thahat!” he snorted, trying to protect his sensitive ears from anymore teasing words and attempt to wriggle free.  But all too soon he found himself being dumped back onto the bed, bouncing for a moment as he looked up at his boyfriend.

“I will do as I please for I… the greatest tickle monster to ever live… need to make you pay for what you said!” he warned, smiling devilishly down at his lover before jumping onto the bed to straddle his hips, his hands already moving to lightly poke and send nibbling pinches all over Haruki’s tum.

The bass player instantly yelped into a hysterical laughing fit at the sudden attack, his hands once more reaching to grab onto Akihiko’s wrists as his giggling intensified.  Oh he hated when he’d do that to his stomach!  The quick, light skittering fingers were impossible to track!

“What?!  Wh-Whahahat dihihid I sahaha-HAHAHA!  NO!  NO, KAHAHAHAJI!” Haruki’s back instantly arched off the bed, arms snapping to his sides as his legs kicking wildly behind Akihiko’s back.  The bastard had gone for his worst spot!

With Haruki’s hands on his boyfriends wrists, it had left his arms away from his sides just a bit too much, leaving his underarms wide open for attack!  So… naturally being the greatest tickle monster to ever live, Akihiko couldn’t just ignore the chance!  His fingers instantly spidered up from the other blond’s sensitive tum to nestle themselves under his arms, fingertips fluttering against the extra ticklish spot and sending Haruki into a world of hysterical laughter.

“You know what you said,” Akihiko chided, his fingers wriggling faster against Haruki’s worst spot and making the man’s laughter rIse in pitch and intensity as his head shook back and forth.

“I DOHOHON’T!  I DOHON’T!” Haruki tried to explain as he felt himself going crazy from that particular spot being tormented.  No matter how much he tried to squeeze his arms against himself, it didn’t seem to deter his boyfriend from wrecking him.  “MEHEHEHERCY!  MEHEHERCY, KAHAHAJI!  PLEHEHEHEHEAHAHAHAHASE!”  Haruki was now babbling, begging, trying to find anyway to get a momentary reprieve.

“I don’t know if I believe you,” Akihiko said lightly, his fingers now rubbing ticklish circles right into the center of the mans armpits and drawing out wheezed, silent laughter from him.  “You don’t recall what you said in the bathroom a minute ago?”

Haruki could hardly focus on Akihiko’s words, his mind absolutely clouded over with the sensations zipping up and down his body from the attack.  As his laughter fell silent, Akihiko slowed down his tickling, pausing it all together a few moments later and letting his lover catch his breath.

Gasping in lungfuls of air, Haruki could feel just how flushed his face and neck were now, tears of mirth collecting in his eyes even as residual giggles escaped him.

“I… I c-cahahan’t r-remehehember,” he wheezed, shaking his head and feeling his hair growing even more wild.

Blinking his eyes a bit he glanced up to find Akihiko looking at him with equal parts intensity and fondness.  His breath caught in his chest… not exactly the best thing to happen when trying to catch as much breath as possibly from such an intense tickle attack, but still!  It couldn’t be helped.  Not when his partner looked at him like that.

“You called yourself ugly,” Akihiko murmured, his voice no longer that playful growl, but something much softer.

Was there any possible way to create a new more vibrant red when you were already blushing at  your fullest?  If there was, then Haruki was reaching that new limit as he heard those words and he glanced away from the green eyes watching him.

“Y-yeah?  So?” he murmured, jumping a bit as Akihiko gave a warning little flutter of his fingers which were still tucked under Haruki’s arms.

“Watch it.  I will bring Ka-ha-ha-ji back,” he warned with a little smile, before letting his expression sober once more.  “But honestly… why would you think such a thing?”

Calming down from the few giggles that he’d hiccuped out after that mini-warning, Haruki’s own expression turned timid and he shook his head.  “I… I was only agreeing with you, Kaji,” he said  quietly, watching as the other man’s eyes widened slightly.  “You said… you were on your way to make coffee and… you had to stop when you seen the face I was making in the mirror.  It’s because I looked awful, right?  My hair all a mess, my eyes squinty, my cheek with lines on it from falling asleep on you agai-....,”

Before he could finish, the bass player found soft lips pressing against his own, his eyes widening for a moment before fluttering shut as he got caught up in the sweet, gentleness of it.

When Akihiko leaned back after a moment, Haruki slowly opened his eyes, finding those piercing green ones staring back at him once more.

“Your hair was a mess… your eyes were squinty… your cheek had those little lines on it from falling asleep on me… and you looked so unbelievably adorable that I couldn’t simply walk past you,” the drummer murmured softly, making Haruki’s chest feel far too warm all at once.  “That little face you were making in the mirror was so endearing how could I ignore it?  You are never ugly to me, Haruki.  You are beautiful.  In every light, in every season, in every moment.  I hope you know that.  You need to know that.”

The more Haruki listened the more he could feel his emotions starting to take over, his eyes prickling slightly even as a little smile appeared over his face.  “You… really think so?” he murmured, his voice perhaps a little thicker than he wanted it to be.  But Akihiko only smiled, ducking down once more to press another kiss to his lips.

“I really, really think so,” Akihiko murmured, nudging his nose against Haruki’s and making the blond give a little watery chuckle at the contact as a bright smile appeared over his face.  “And I find you especially beautiful when I see you smile like that.  Absolutely unrestrained.”

“Stop it… you’re going to make me blush or cry and I don’t want to do either of those things,” Haruki chided softly, watching another little playful smile spread over Akihiko’s lips.

“I could always make you laugh instead?” he teased, fluttering his fingers once more where they were trapped under Haruki’s arms.

Haruki instantly bucked under his boyfriend, startled giggles already bubbling to the surface as he shook his head.  “N-No more!  No more!  At… at least n-not thehere,” he begged, watching as Akihiko quirked an eyebrow at that.

“Oh?  So… if I were to attack here?  Or here?  What about here?”  Sitting up more, he removed his hands from under Haruki’s arms, his fingers darting around to give quick, little tickles to his hips, his waist… even reaching behind him to squeeze at those sensitive knees of his.

Haruki flailed at the random attacks, leaning up to try and push at Akihiko’s broad chest to get him to stop, though to be honest… after hearing those soft words, those gentle reassurances… he honestly didn’t mind this playful contact.

Besides… Akihiko even admitted that he found him the most beautiful when he smiled.

Perhaps… he could indulge in a bit more tickling for both their sakes.

[imagine-loki]

Stubborn Independence

TITLE: Stubborn Independence 

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 2/10

AUTHOR: brightsun-and-darkmidnight

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: 

Imagine Loki struggling to adjust to someone who is independent and insists on paying for themselves all the time, even if it is a struggle sometimes. They need to do everything on their own. They never ask for help and refuse help. Just imagine Loki really wanting to spoil this person. Imagine how creative he would get to make life easier on this person who has captivated him.

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Imagine being a talented singer at your local club. Loki comes in one night with Thor and the others (he’d rather be anywhere else but who turns down free drinks?) and gets ensnared in the voice of the beautiful singer on stage. Suddenly, his interest (and arousal) are more than piqued.

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Imagine getting into a petty fight with Loki, so in retaliation, he puts everything on the top shelf where you can’t reach? 

AUTHOR’S NOTES: College AU. Loki is determined to take over Odin’s company. He works hard and has a strict schedule for success. However, with the interference of Thor and the other four, Loki’s plans are often interrupted so they can play matchmaker.

My Ao3: brightsun_and_darkmidnight

 ~ ~ ENJOY  ~ ~

A loud booming call for Loki made his stomach upset. The rapping of knocks and another call for Loki to join him made Loki growl.

“Brother! Come out and socialize!”

There were other voices in the common area as the main door shut loudly.

“We are all in our sleepwear so come out!” Thor was silent for a moment and Loki could hear voices of all his brother’s friends talking and laughing. Thor yelled through the door again, “I will get you out of there.”

Loki set his book down with care accompanied by a sigh. Loki checked his appearance and made adjustments. When he opened the door Thor’s cheerful face received a glare. Thor gripped Loki’s shoulder and pulled him towards the living room. More people were there than Loki had heard and noticed all the new faces. 

A short but plump body caught his eye. Then the brown hair that was still able to catch some of the fading sun set that shone through the windows. Of course, the one person who he bumped into caught his attention. As if she felt his gaze, her eyes turned to him with a glance then back to Sif. The woman did a double take and stared at him with her mouth parted.

“No way.”

Loki saw the words form on her lips and he swore he could hear them.

Thor whispered, “do you know her?”

Loki turned to face Thor in an attempt to escape, “We bumped into each other earlier.”

Thor laughed lightly to himself, “you are the one to break her phone.” Thor spoke as he rolled forward on his feet, “Trust me. Drop the entire situation. She doesn’t take anyone’s help.”

The flicker of Thor’s eyes made Loki’s heart drop. Loki hissed, “I know that look. Stop it.”

Thor waved Fandral over and he quickly went to them once Thor winked and waved to Loki’s entire body.

Fandral asked with a grin, “Which one tickled his fancy?”

Thor purposely clapped Loki’s shoulder, talked slightly above a whisper as he stood beside him. “Sirena.”

Loki understood the purpose in the movement because Fandral’s eyes were able to follow Thor and easily go to Sirena’s form behind them. Fandral’s face lightened with a huge smile. “The bigger figures are nice to hold. I must say they are very soft.”

“What?- no. It’s not like that. I bumped into her and I offered to replace her phone.”

Fandral’s eyes flickered a bit to the other side of Loki with a huge smile, “oh dear boy.” His head rose and hand patted Loki’s arm, “move on.”

Loki hissed lowly, “It is not like that!”

Thor nudged Loki, “It could be.”

Loki glared at Thor, who’s head tilted towards Sirena that was passing by.

Fandral gently lead Sirena towards Loki.

Sirena’s eyes met Loki and time stilled. All the organs in his body stilled for a horrifying moment and his body worked hard to make his mind function. It was rushing with heat that made his hands sweat. Loki played with his hands by pure habit of nerves. A learned behavior to attempt to rid the sweat off his hands.

“Sirena! This is my little brother, Loki! I hear you BUMPED into each other.”

Fandral smiled brightly, “Loki is a great guy. Very intelligent. He actually got the one scholarship…” Fandral waved to Loki to pull information.

Loki could not believe this was happening. This was not going to go well at all. “The honors scholarship.” Loki cursed the involuntary nervous swallow after. 

Sirena’s face turned towards Fandral’s who switched from an unbelievable expression to the charming one with a bright smile to Sirena again. “Yes the Honors scholarship. He has two majors, business and something with computers.”

Loki corrected Fandral, “Business Management and Computer Science.”

Sirena’s eyes went to Loki’s and a smile threatened to fully form on those lips.

Thor clapped Loki’s back with a huge smile, “always learning a billion things a day.”

Sirena smiled with direct eye contact, “soon you will know all of the world’s secrets then?”

With a glance at the apparent wingmen, Loki tentatively smiled, “there are still over 6,000 languages I need to learn. But sure.”

Those beautiful eyes widened and a huge smile overtook her face, “Perhaps you could teach me a few. I would love to learn a few songs in a different languages.”

With an attempt to keep the conversation moving, “Casual listener or musician?”

“Musician. -well. Kinda.?” The one side of her face crinkled dramatically in a thoughtful expression. “I am in the Musical Therapist major.” Her eyes stayed focused elsewhere.

Loki’s butterflies fluttered in his chest, “Than a musician. I would think you play for others?”

Her smile hesitantly returned with her eyes back on Loki, “it is mostly just little bars and hopefully soon practice in group therapy sessions. Everyone participates to a certain degree in the sessions.”

Thor spoke up and gestured to Sirena, “Mother said there were going to be music therapy groups this semester at the medical building.”

Loki watched as Sirena’s head tilted to the side slightly. “Who is your mother again?”

Thor smiled, “Frigga Odinson.”

“Ooohh. The chairperson for the medical majors. She is the nicest person I have ever met in my life. Also most patient and best at time management- she is my academic advisor too.”

Fandral teased with a small nudge, “don’t you have like, a billion jobs?”

Sirena returned the nudge a little harsher, “some people learn a billion things in different ways.” Her hair got a little out of place but she moved it with no care.

Fandral winked, “Well then are you still able to model?”

Sirena groaned, “you didn’t.”

Fandral smiled brightly.

Sirena pushed him away, “You ass! I’m going to quit.”

Fandral teased, “That art class would be dull and boring without you as a subject.”

Loki froze again.

There was no way he was going to be able to draw her. A quick glance down her body made the nerves leak out his hands. She had full breasts that gave ample cleavage from beneath the the long sleeved v-neck. Her waist distinguished with a slight inward curve and a small protruding belly. Her hips were wide and thighs that definitely looked soft… Loki’s eyes took interest in the drinks on the counter.

Fandral’s voice pulled Loki from his mind. “You agree Loki?”

Loki looked into the little circle of conversation, “what?”

Fandral smiled, “did you really think an art class would not have real models?”

Sirena crossed her arms, “Don’t get so excited Fandral. The least you will ever see me in is professional, plain bra and underwear. Besides, sometimes I get draped with some sort of cloth or clothing.”

“Such a pity.” Fandral laughed loudly at the rough shove. “I deserved that.” Fandral kept the step away to let Sif in. “I really think you have the anger of a wasp nest if you are poked wrong.”

In a quick movement Sif stepped back and Sirena whacked Fandral. 

Fandral yelped and flinched at the slap on his arm, “women slaps sting so much worse.”

Sirena smiled cheerfully, “just a small wasp sting.”

Fandral stepped further away and Sif stepped in again. There was an announcement that a movie was going to start soon. Sirena, Volstagg, as well as a few others left to make more popcorn in the kitchen.

Thor hugged Loki, “that was great brother!”

Fandral shrugged, “well. It was a little rough, but through some coaching from yours truly. Loki will have a date soon enough.”

Loki jumped in to halt the conversation, “no..”

Fandral continued as if Loki said nothing, “Sirena is somewhat a rare breed of women. She refuses all and any help. Even gifts. We know you are not exactly on a good foot right now with the whole, "I can get you any phone” thing. So Loki my friend she is not what you are used too.“

Loki hissed, "What’s that supposed to mean? That I am not her type?”

The wingmen and Sif exchanged looks.

Sif spoke for everyone, “yes.”

Thor seemed to feel Loki’s hidden hopes deflate, “Loki. You are completely different than who you were when we were younger. Your gifts now are… just items to appease. A woman like Sirena craves sincerity, and sentimental moments to remember.”

Sif spoke up again. “She would rather have a photobook of memories than an item to dust off repeatedly. Here look…” Sif sorted through her phone, “these are of last summer. We went to a few caves. She literally jumped off a cliff.”

Then there were all the pictures of caves. Everyone holding various critters native to caves. Water and land pictures all throughout the day. Loki figured at least 50 pictures had the whole group in the images. Cliff jumping into water below. The huge amusement at people laying on the beach that were in the previous pictures cliff jumping.

Loki felt the life and fun pouring out of those pictures and made him yearn for an exciting experience. Loki’s phone went off and it was time for him to go to bed.

Fandral urged Loki, “Stay up. Common. Loki. School has not started yet. Just drink some caffeine.”

Loki glanced at his phone. He already lost all of his reading time and usually Loki would be yawning but he did not feel even slightly tired. He canceled the alarm but doubled up on a wake up alarm. 

The movie was interesting and a moderately nice change. There was scenery Loki did not need to imagine like he had to with a book. Everyone discussed parts of the movie to the degrees of funny commentary or serious discussion.

When the movie was over, some people have already left for bed, but Loki’s body was alert with Sirena around.

She was so overly affectionate. She seemed to find a way to touch everyone. From shoves and highfives to rubbing arms and hugs.

She hugged him goodbye.

Her body was smaller than his in height but curse Fandral for stating the truth that fuller bodies were soft. She seemed to squish onto him in a wonderful way. Her hug made his heart flutter then fly to his throat when she parted slightly to crane her neck to show a smile.

“You give really nice hugs,” she muttered as she hugged him tighter.

Loki fell asleep easily that night.

He woke to a thump of his book falling on the floor, his alarm and a jolt from the dread of knowing he was late. He was exhausted from not being on schedule and cursed the morning for not getting proper rest. 

Loki went through his things to do for the day. The plan was to get back to his dorm and sleep without enjoying a little reading time. 

[brightsun-and-darkmidnight]

Stubborn Independence

TITLE: Stubborn Independence 

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 2/10

AUTHOR: brightsun-and-darkmidnight

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: 

Imagine Loki struggling to adjust to someone who is independent and insists on paying for themselves all the time, even if it is a struggle sometimes. They need to do everything on their own. They never ask for help and refuse help. Just imagine Loki really wanting to spoil this person. Imagine how creative he would get to make life easier on this person who has captivated him.

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Imagine being a talented singer at your local club. Loki comes in one night with Thor and the others (he’d rather be anywhere else but who turns down free drinks?) and gets ensnared in the voice of the beautiful singer on stage. Suddenly, his interest (and arousal) are more than piqued.

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Imagine getting into a petty fight with Loki, so in retaliation, he puts everything on the top shelf where you can’t reach? 

AUTHOR'S NOTES: College AU. Loki is determined to take over Odin's company. He works hard and has a strict schedule for success. However, with the interference of Thor and the other four, Loki's plans are often interrupted so they can play matchmaker.

My Ao3: brightsun_and_darkmidnight

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A loud booming call for Loki made his stomach upset. The rapping of knocks and another call for Loki to join him made Loki growl.

"Brother! Come out and socialize!"

There were other voices in the common area as the main door shut loudly.

"We are all in our sleepwear so come out!" Thor was silent for a moment and Loki could hear voices of all his brother's friends talking and laughing. Thor yelled through the door again, "I will get you out of there."

Loki set his book down with care accompanied by a sigh. Loki checked his appearance and made adjustments. When he opened the door Thor's cheerful face received a glare. Thor gripped Loki's shoulder and pulled him towards the living room. More people were there than Loki had heard and noticed all the new faces. 

A short but plump body caught his eye. Then the brown hair that was still able to catch some of the fading sun set that shone through the windows. Of course, the one person who he bumped into caught his attention. As if she felt his gaze, her eyes turned to him with a glance then back to Sif. The woman did a double take and stared at him with her mouth parted.

"No way."

Loki saw the words form on her lips and he swore he could hear them.

Thor whispered, "do you know her?"

Loki turned to face Thor in an attempt to escape, "We bumped into each other earlier."

Thor laughed lightly to himself, "you are the one to break her phone." Thor spoke as he rolled forward on his feet, "Trust me. Drop the entire situation. She doesn't take anyone's help."

The flicker of Thor's eyes made Loki's heart drop. Loki hissed, "I know that look. Stop it."

Thor waved Fandral over and he quickly went to them once Thor winked and waved to Loki's entire body.

Fandral asked with a grin, "Which one tickled his fancy?"

Thor purposely clapped Loki's shoulder, talked slightly above a whisper as he stood beside him. "Sirena."

Loki understood the purpose in the movement because Fandral's eyes were able to follow Thor and easily go to Sirena's form behind them. Fandral's face lightened with a huge smile. "The bigger figures are nice to hold. I must say they are very soft."

"What?- no. It's not like that. I bumped into her and I offered to replace her phone."

Fandral's eyes flickered a bit to the other side of Loki with a huge smile, "oh dear boy." His head rose and hand patted Loki's arm, "move on."

Loki hissed lowly, "It is not like that!"

Thor nudged Loki, "It could be."

Loki glared at Thor, who's head tilted towards Sirena that was passing by.

Fandral gently lead Sirena towards Loki.

Sirena's eyes met Loki and time stilled. All the organs in his body stilled for a horrifying moment and his body worked hard to make his mind function. It was rushing with heat that made his hands sweat. Loki played with his hands by pure habit of nerves. A learned behavior to attempt to rid the sweat off his hands.

"Sirena! This is my little brother, Loki! I hear you BUMPED into each other."

Fandral smiled brightly, "Loki is a great guy. Very intelligent. He actually got the one scholarship…" Fandral waved to Loki to pull information.

Loki could not believe this was happening. This was not going to go well at all. "The honors scholarship." Loki cursed the involuntary nervous swallow after. 

Sirena's face turned towards Fandral's who switched from an unbelievable expression to the charming one with a bright smile to Sirena again. "Yes the Honors scholarship. He has two majors, business and something with computers."

Loki corrected Fandral, "Business Management and Computer Science."

Sirena's eyes went to Loki's and a smile threatened to fully form on those lips.

Thor clapped Loki's back with a huge smile, "always learning a billion things a day."

Sirena smiled with direct eye contact, "soon you will know all of the world's secrets then?"

With a glance at the apparent wingmen, Loki tentatively smiled, "there are still over 6,000 languages I need to learn. But sure."

Those beautiful eyes widened and a huge smile overtook her face, "Perhaps you could teach me a few. I would love to learn a few songs in a different languages."

With an attempt to keep the conversation moving, "Casual listener or musician?"

"Musician. -well. Kinda.?" The one side of her face crinkled dramatically in a thoughtful expression. "I am in the Musical Therapist major." Her eyes stayed focused elsewhere.

Loki's butterflies fluttered in his chest, "Than a musician. I would think you play for others?"

Her smile hesitantly returned with her eyes back on Loki, "it is mostly just little bars and hopefully soon practice in group therapy sessions. Everyone participates to a certain degree in the sessions."

Thor spoke up and gestured to Sirena, "Mother said there were going to be music therapy groups this semester at the medical building."

Loki watched as Sirena's head tilted to the side slightly. "Who is your mother again?"

Thor smiled, "Frigga Odinson."

"Ooohh. The chairperson for the medical majors. She is the nicest person I have ever met in my life. Also most patient and best at time management- she is my academic advisor too."

Fandral teased with a small nudge, "don't you have like, a billion jobs?"

Sirena returned the nudge a little harsher, "some people learn a billion things in different ways." Her hair got a little out of place but she moved it with no care.

Fandral winked, "Well then are you still able to model?"

Sirena groaned, "you didn't."

Fandral smiled brightly.

Sirena pushed him away, "You ass! I'm going to quit."

Fandral teased, "That art class would be dull and boring without you as a subject."

Loki froze again.

There was no way he was going to be able to draw her. A quick glance down her body made the nerves leak out his hands. She had full breasts that gave ample cleavage from beneath the the long sleeved v-neck. Her waist distinguished with a slight inward curve and a small protruding belly. Her hips were wide and thighs that definitely looked soft… Loki's eyes took interest in the drinks on the counter.

Fandral's voice pulled Loki from his mind. "You agree Loki?"

Loki looked into the little circle of conversation, "what?"

Fandral smiled, "did you really think an art class would not have real models?"

Sirena crossed her arms, "Don't get so excited Fandral. The least you will ever see me in is professional, plain bra and underwear. Besides, sometimes I get draped with some sort of cloth or clothing."

"Such a pity." Fandral laughed loudly at the rough shove. "I deserved that." Fandral kept the step away to let Sif in. "I really think you have the anger of a wasp nest if you are poked wrong."

In a quick movement Sif stepped back and Sirena whacked Fandral. 

Fandral yelped and flinched at the slap on his arm, "women slaps sting so much worse."

Sirena smiled cheerfully, "just a small wasp sting."

Fandral stepped further away and Sif stepped in again. There was an announcement that a movie was going to start soon. Sirena, Volstagg, as well as a few others left to make more popcorn in the kitchen.

Thor hugged Loki, "that was great brother!"

Fandral shrugged, "well. It was a little rough, but through some coaching from yours truly. Loki will have a date soon enough."

Loki jumped in to halt the conversation, "no.."

Fandral continued as if Loki said nothing, "Sirena is somewhat a rare breed of women. She refuses all and any help. Even gifts. We know you are not exactly on a good foot right now with the whole, "I can get you any phone" thing. So Loki my friend she is not what you are used too."

Loki hissed, "What's that supposed to mean? That I am not her type?"

The wingmen and Sif exchanged looks.

Sif spoke for everyone, "yes."

Thor seemed to feel Loki's hidden hopes deflate, "Loki. You are completely different than who you were when we were younger. Your gifts now are… just items to appease. A woman like Sirena craves sincerity, and sentimental moments to remember."

Sif spoke up again. "She would rather have a photobook of memories than an item to dust off repeatedly. Here look..." Sif sorted through her phone, "these are of last summer. We went to a few caves. She literally jumped off a cliff."

Then there were all the pictures of caves. Everyone holding various critters native to caves. Water and land pictures all throughout the day. Loki figured at least 50 pictures had the whole group in the images. Cliff jumping into water below. The huge amusement at people laying on the beach that were in the previous pictures cliff jumping.

Loki felt the life and fun pouring out of those pictures and made him yearn for an exciting experience. Loki's phone went off and it was time for him to go to bed.

Fandral urged Loki, "Stay up. Common. Loki. School has not started yet. Just drink some caffeine."

Loki glanced at his phone. He already lost all of his reading time and usually Loki would be yawning but he did not feel even slightly tired. He canceled the alarm but doubled up on a wake up alarm. 

The movie was interesting and a moderately nice change. There was scenery Loki did not need to imagine like he had to with a book. Everyone discussed parts of the movie to the degrees of funny commentary or serious discussion.

When the movie was over, some people have already left for bed, but Loki's body was alert with Sirena around.

She was so overly affectionate. She seemed to find a way to touch everyone. From shoves and highfives to rubbing arms and hugs.

She hugged him goodbye.

Her body was smaller than his in height but curse Fandral for stating the truth that fuller bodies were soft. She seemed to squish onto him in a wonderful way. Her hug made his heart flutter then fly to his throat when she parted slightly to crane her neck to show a smile.

"You give really nice hugs," she muttered as she hugged him tighter.

Loki fell asleep easily that night.

He woke to a thump of his book falling on the floor, his alarm and a jolt from the dread of knowing he was late. He was exhausted from not being on schedule and cursed the morning for not getting proper rest. 

Loki went through his things to do for the day. The plan was to get back to his dorm and sleep without enjoying a little reading time. 

[shen-yuannana]

Seasons Change // Jeno

Summary: You grew up with Jeno... You just didn’t realize how much your feelings changed along the way.

Pairing: Jeno x Y/N

Genre & Theme: Fluff, Nostalgia, Childhood, First Kiss.

Word count: 2,995

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The first time you met Jeno was when you were nine years old.

It was in a small park in Incheon, one that your parents let you go to with the aid of your older sister, Yerim. She would let you play on the equipment, keeping an eye on you as you scuffed around in the mulch while she, herself, mingled with a pretty girl her age with light violet hair.

It was interesting, to say the least.

He was just the boy from the other side of the neighborhood, at that point. A face you that hadn’t yet sunk into your memory. He liked to swing, he liked to pluck grass, and he enjoyed sitting under the yellow slide in the shade when it got too hot. That was the extent of your young knowledge.

It was just another summer day, and you were walking to the park holding Yerim’s hand. You played on your own, swinging on the swings next to the lanky mixed boy who lived in the house across from you when you heard a cry from under the yellow slide.

You jumped off the swing, little feet disturbing the mulch as you ran over to where the noise came from. It was the boy, the boy who liked to swing and pluck grass.

He had mulch and dirt across his lap, ruining his shorts. You looked around, grabbing onto a red support bar as you tried to find who could’ve upset him. A sniff rose in the air, bringing your attention back to the sitting boy.

“Are you okay?” You whispered, sitting down across from him.

He nodded, frowning as he wiped off his pants, “Yeah… I’m fine,” He glowered in the direction of two taller teenagers.

You followed his line of sight, seeing the two of them pushing each other jokingly as they laughed. The taller one nodded in your direction, pointing and smirking as your frowned at them, “They should apologize.”

“No-! It’s okay, you don’t-!” Jeno mumbled, trying to catch your hand as you pushed yourself off the ground and made you way over to the punks with an angry expression on your small face. The taller, and probably also the older one, raised an eyebrow.

“Apologize to him!”

Yerim looked on with a sigh, muttering, “There she goes again.”

The shorted boy snorted, “If he wanted us to apologize, then wouldn’t he be over here himself?”

“Who cares? Why are you so mean?” You whined, frown deepening. Yerim sighed, debating intervening. You flicked the boy in the chest, “Don’t kick dirt on people.”

The taller one stuck out his tongue, the muscle disappearing back behind his lips when he saw something behind you.

“Look who decided to come out of his hiding place,” he drew, “Coming to get your little girlfriend?”

Your face flushed red and tried to kick him in the shin, only to be pulled backwards by a soft hand. You stumbled, yelling, “I’m not little!”

Jeno held your wrist as he made you retreat, pulling you away from the tall, jeering boys. You still wanted to fight them, hurling out what little insults you knew. Eventually, you found yourself under the yellow slide once again, pouting.

“You didn’t have to do that,” He whispered, still holding your wrist. He let go when he realized you weren’t going to run over there and try to kick one of them in the shin again, “I can handle myself just fine.”

“Sure you can…”

He pursed his lips, “Jeno.”

“Sure, Jeno.” You sighed, “I’m Y/N. Wanna meet my sister?”

“Do I have a choice?” He sighed, tiling his head.

“Yes,” You said, but you already were dragging him over to Yerim, “It’s really warm today.”

Jeno agreed.

That afternoon, your sister took the two of you to a local shop and bought you frozen lemonade, all three of you siting on the street curb eating the cold sweet under the hot sun. Jeno had never tried it before, but quickly found out it was something he loved immensely. He slowly opened up to you, prompted gently by your older sister. You found out he went to a nearby all boys elementary school while you went to a co-ed school in the opposite direction.

You and Yerim brought him home where she and Jeno’s mom exchanged contacts and addresses. Jeno waved to you as you left, making your way down the sidewalk to where you lived, all the way across the neighborhood. You waved back, smiling at your newly found friend.

Fast-forward three years and the two of you still play together in the same park together, eating frozen lemonade when the both of your allowances let you or if one of your parents offered to buy it. He introduced you to his neighbor Jaemin, a taller boy with slightly lighter hair and cute cheeks. Jaemin went to your school, luckily. He wasn’t enrolled in the all-boys academy that Jeno was in.

The three of you became pretty close, a tight knit group that held each other up. Jeno comforted you when your first boyfriend, the mixed boy across the street, moved back to America and you had to break up. Jaemin mediated your occasional fights, preventing the two of you from killing each other when there was a misunderstanding. The three of you always romped in the neighborhood, getting into trouble after you messed up Mrs. Lee’s flower beds.

In another year, you and Jeno counseled Jaemin when he realized he might be bi, telling him that you thought no differently of him. He had a crush on a guy from Jeno’s school, and panicked when his mom said she was transferring him into the same all-boys high school as him the next year. It all turned out okay in the end, after much from support from his closest friends.

Jeno and you stayed together one summer on a trip to a lake, him taking you sister’s place since she was now away in college with her girlfriend, Joy. Your parents let him come along without hesitance; you had treated Jeno as more than a friend since you met him. They had no worries of the two of you sleeping in the same tent, although Jeno seemed nervous.

“It’s okay, Jeno.” You laughed, “The woods are safe. A monster isn’t going to eat you, or something.”

He sighed, “That’s not what I was worried about.”

A scoff puffed from your nose, “Sure.”

Fast-forward two more years and here you were. It was autumn, and the leaves had just begun to turn into warm hues, leaving a musty scent in the air as they fell. It made you sneeze, so needless to say, you didn’t really like autumn. It made you sad, having to see the hot summer replaced with colder, brisker air.

It also meant you saw Jeno less.

“I don’t want school to start,” you said, lying on your back. Jaemin hummed, agreeing.

“Were juniors already… It’s hard to believe. Only two years left and then we’re gone,” thinking about the future was stressing you out.

“It’s not like we’re dying, Y/N.” Jaemin teased, “It’s just nine months, and then we can go back to wasting away in the summer heat like usual. Jeno doesn’t live far. It’s not the end of the world if you don’t see him at least once a day.”

You frowned, “Did I mention Jeno?”

“You thought about him.”

That comment earned Jaemin a fist in the gut.

He ‘oofed’ as your hand made contact with his stomach. He retaliated by grabbing your arm, pulling you over across the bed, and capturing you in a headlock. You squirmed, attempting to wiggle out of his grip when Jeno walked in, eyebrows raised.

“J-Jeno! Help me!” You gasped through laughter as Jaemin began to tickle your sides, “This is a matter of life in death!”

Jeno gave you a small smile, “Sure, Y/N.”

He sat down on the edge of the bed, dodging your flying feet as you struggled against Jaemin’s arms.

He has noodles for arms. How is he holding me down?

“You should work on not voicing your thoughts aloud,” Jeno said nonchalantly, picking up a magazine and sitting back. He read article titles, biting back his laughter at the absolute ridiculousness of some of them, “Wow, Y/N. ‘Top ten things a guy looks for in a girl,’ really?”

“My mom gave it to me!”

Jeno laughed, “Yeah, right.” He held it open to a page with a sticky note at the top, “How come it’s bookmarked, then?”

“I-I was just-”

He didn’t even give you a chance to defend yourself, instead choosing to swing his legs over and off the bed, walking to the door. He held onto the doorframe as he departed, leaving you with some last words.

“Meet me at the book store later, alright? I have something to show you.” He pushed off the door frame. Heading down the hall, he yelled, “And Jaemin, stop strangling Y/N! I prefer her alive, thank you!”

Jaemin scoffed before releasing you, “You’re lucky, you know that?”

“What do you mean? In what way?”

“Just…” He muttered and shook his head, “Nevermind. It’s not important. You should go to the café, though. I’ll swing by a little later.”

“… Alright,” You sat up and got off the bed, slipping a pair of shoes on. You gave him a cute wave as you passed the doorframe, “See you at the café!”

The café wasn’t far, only just outside of the neighborhood, but it was still too long for you. It was too cold out, you thought - much too cold to be walking around in a thin sweater and light jeans.

Your mind ran through what Jeno could be calling you there for. You usually went there on a Sunday, to get a book for the next week or to just spend some time with the kind vendor who sometimes gave the two of you snacks. Jeno probably just wanted some calm-time, you thought. You kinda did, as well.

You turned the corner, hopping up the stone steps two at a time, opening the door to Moon’s Books with the jingle of a bell. The owner – Moon Taeil – looked up, smiling over a steaming pitcher of tea. He pushed his glasses up, similar to the ones Harry Potter wore, except in a rose gold metal.

“Just in time, Y/N! I just finished brewing tea!” He said, snapping his book shut and setting it to the side. He poured it into a cute tea cup – one with a gold and white rose pattern – and slid it across the counter in your direction. You smiled, picking it up with your pinky out.

You thanked him and took a small sip, “Honey lemon, my favorite!”

He smiled, taking a sip from his own cup, “Thank Jeno. He’s the one who chose the flavor today.”

You smiled, brushing a stray hair behind your ear. Spotting another teacup on the coffee table, you noticed Jeno was nowhere in sight, “Speaking of him, where is he? He said that he would be here…”

“He left to get something really quick,” Taeil muttered through another sip of his tea. He tsked, accidently burning his lip a bit on the scalding liquid, “Find a book and sit down. Your boyfriend should be back soon.”

You choked on your tea, “He’s not my boyfriend!”

“Oh. Well, that’s awkward,” Taeil smacked his lips, “Why don’t you ignore me and go read?”

You laughed, “Good idea, Mr.”

“Don’t call me that!” He scolded, leaning over the counter to swat at you as you retreated to the safety of the book shelves, “I’m only twenty two!”

“Sure…” You sighed, clicking your cheek, “Mr.”

“I swear to god-”

The bell to door jingled, announcing the arrival of a patron. Taeil quickly switched moods, cheering up at the arrival of a customer. You peered around the shelfs, hoping for it to be your tall friend. It wasn’t, making your chest deflate in disappointment.

The person, a shorter male with silver-ish hair, approached the counter as you fingered through your choice. You stopped upon a dark novel, gold lettering embellishing the side. It read, “Best Mysteries of the 18th Century”with an anonymous author. Interesting.

You took it, laughing into your cup of tea as Taeil stuttered while talking to the pretty silver-haired boy.  Sitting down in a soft chair, you set down your tea and peeled back the front cover of your book. The world blended out into the edges of you mind as you immersed yourself into the book, almost forgetting why you were there.

Of course, a book slamming onto the table in front of you knocked you out of your literary universe. You jumped, nearly throwing the heavy 1,000 page book in your hands at the perpetrator only to see that it was Jeno. You let out a slow breath and set down the book, “You scared me!”

Jeno smiled sheepishly, “Sorry…”

You frowned, “What took you so long?”

“Oh, about that…” Jeno pushed forward the book he had set down on the table. It didn’t have a title; it was just a plain black book. You squinted, “What’s this?”

Jeno shrugged, “Open it?”

You raised an eyebrow at his odd behavior, “Alright…” You slid it over to you self, letting it fall into your hands. The binding felt worn, like it had been in use for year upon year. In some places on the sides it was completely worn off, showing the stiff boards underneath. You opened it, looking at the inside cover. There was nothing there besides a few scratches of graphite and smudges of pencil.

You glanced up at Jeno and he nodded for you to continue with a small blush.

What’s going on?

You opened it to the first page, glancing at the date that marked the top. You recognized it as the day you first met him.

“Is this a diary?”

Jeno bit his lip, “Sort of?”

You hummed, flicking through more of the pages. You recognized many dates and descriptions - some of them even having pictures - blushing as you looked over some of the more recent ones.

“I can’t believe we slept in the same tent.”

“She really doesn’t know, does she?”

“I’m going to confess tomorrow, I swear.”

That last one was dated with yesterday’s date.

A massive blush overtook your cheeks, “Jeno, I-”

“Flip to the next page, please,” He whispered, handing you a pen. You did as he said, flipping to the next page where you saw two boxes. One was marked “Yes” and the other was marked “No.”

You were about to bail and run out of the store when Jeno leaned over, gripping your hand softly. He looked into your eyes with a serious look - more serious than you’ve ever seen him - and asked the question, “Y/N, will you go out with me?”

You now understood what the boxes were for, having to bite your lip to keep yourself from tearing up. You turned to the side, trying to hide the shock on your face. Jeno rubbed your hand with his lightly, “… You don’t have to say yes. I don’t want you to feel like I’m forcing you.”

You laughed, squeezing your grip on his hand a bit tighter, “It’s okay, just…. Yes.” You checked off the corresponding box in the journal, “Yes.”

Jeno sat in shock for a moment before exploding into a wide smile, his eyes curling up into two little crescents. He made a strange noise, similar to a whine before it turned into a relived laugh, pitching his face into his free hand, “Oh my god… Come here!”

You yelped as Jeno pulled you into a hug, pressing a haphazard but soft kiss to your closed lips. A hard blush rose to your cheeks, brighter than a sunset. It was sweet, not at all tainted. It was almost like you could taste sugar on his lips, but that was probably just the honey tea.

He pulled away eventually, leaving you to fall back into your seat. The only thing you could’ve thought to say was, “I wasn’t expecting that.”

Jeno laughed, rubbing the back of neck coyly, “I would say I’m sorry, but I’m really not. I’m ecstatic as fuck.”

“Language!” Taeil scolded from across the room. You laughed, hiding your cooling blush with the sleeves of your sweater.

“Don’t be sorry, but…” You picked up you glass of tea and took a sip, quietly whispering, “That was my first kiss.”

Jeno choked on air, “Excuse me, what?”

You took another sip, holding the black book close to you fondly, “You took my first kiss, Lee Jeno.”

“Oh my god,” he whispered, “I thought that-”

“Nope,” You whispered, “I never kissed any of my past boyfriends. I think that be why one of them even broke up with me…”

Jeno snorted, “Well, he doesn’t know what he lost.”

“Yeah…” You softly caressed the spine of the book, “Taeil?”

“…Yes?”

“You knew about this didn’t you?”

“…Sorry.”

You laughed, sipping the last of the tea in the cup as Jeno looked down at you, expression of adoration on his face. He leaned forward and placed another kiss on lips, then a slower one on the corner of your mouth. Taeil scrunched up his nose, “Hey, guys, this is cute and all, but can you tone down the romance a bit? Other people are here,” He gestured to the customer from earlier, who was now sipping from a cup of tea with an amused smile, “Thanks.”

Jeno and you sighed at the same time, making you burst out into fits of laughter (much to Taeil’s chagrin). The two of you settled into chairs beside the other bumping elbows as you tried – keyword “tried” – to read your books.

Maybe autumn isn’t so bad after all.

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Another repost from my old blog! I’m going to stagger these so I don’t piss everyone off lol

Thank you so much for reading!!! And as always, feedback is MUCH appreciated!

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[fionnmeetsharry]

Cheeky Bird

Could you do an imagine where fionn and y/n are roughhousing and y/n gets a little hurt? ❤️ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a precious request that a lovely person sent in. I hope you all enjoy it as well as the person that requested! I did get a bit carried away hope you don’t mind. Requests are OPEN!!! •••••••••••••••••• You were currently starting on your third batch of cookies for the day, Fionn was having the cast and crew of Dunkirk along with their families over for a casual dinner party tonight to celebrate the film. And while opening up your second carton of eggs you ask yourself why didn’t i just let Fionn get the caterer like he suggested. Not that you mind cooking all these meals, in fact you actually loved it along with getting to feed a bunch of people, just the thought made you happy. But the thing that didn’t make you happy was the fact that you knew this get together tonight was stressing Fionn out, and that’s the last thing you wanted.    As you break the last egg into the bowl you can hear the front door opening to you and Fionns shared home. You hear Fionn let out a loud sigh and the jingle of his keys as he places them on the hook. You see Fionn appear in the kitchen looking tired and stressed but happy to see you.    “Hello gorgeous, what are you cooking, it smells amazing in here” You heard the curious boy say as he entered the cooking area and examined every entree, side, appetizer, dessert, and drink you had made up. “Hey babe, thank you and just about every dish I could think of, I want everyone to be pleased tonight”. Fionn walked over to you while you were still working on that batch of cookies, he placed both hands on the sides of your face and laid a gentle, loving, warm kiss to your forehead. Fionn pulls back and looks into your eyes “How did I ever get so lucky to have you”? You smile a bit shy at his words,    “I ask myself the same question every day about you Mr. Whitehead”.    You place a quick peck to his lips still noticing he’s a bit stressed.    “Baby what’s wrong, are you stressed about tonight cause I promise you everything will go perfectly, I’ll make sure of it”.    Fionn lets out a deep sigh, hands resting on your waist , he looks at you,    “It’s just we’re have Christopher Nolan over for dinner, THE Christopher Nolan, and I’m not worried about the food you’re an amazing cook, I just want everything to go right”. “I need something to do to distract me”.   You smile at the nervous boy in front of you wondering how he could possibly think someone couldn’t be proud of him or like him.    “Ok then, you can help me with the cookies… Fee-on”.   You smile slightly snickering to yourself at the mispronunciation of your boyfriends name. You knew one of two things would come of this, either he would just laugh it off, him catching on to what you were trying to do, or he would retaliate trying to get you back in some way. You were hoping for the latter knowing that would be the one to distract him.    “What did you call me Y/N”?   He had used your real name, now you knew it was going to be the latter or else he would have just laughed it off and continued to work on the cookies.    “I don’t know what you mean Fee-on”.   You smile to yourself continuing to torture the poor boy.    “Oh I think you do Y/N, and if you don’t quit now you’ll just make it worse on yourself”.   Fionn gives you a stern look, eyebrows raised and a warning look and his face.    “Look Fee-on can you just focus on the cookies, we need to get them on the cookie sheet so they can go in the oven”.   Fionn sighs and stops mixing the cookie dough like he previously was.    “Ok Y/N you brought this on yourself, I warned you”.    You looking down at the cookies that you are rolling and placing on the baking sheet.   “What are you going on about Fee-on”?   You ask innocently. While not looking up or paying attention to Fionns action you feel a thick sticky mixture being wiped down your neck. You scooped some of the sticky mixture off of your neck and could see that he did in fact wipe dough on you.    “Really? Did you just put raw dough on me”?   Fionn could tell that you were aggravated but continued laughing anyway.    “Promise not to call me that anymore and I’ll stop”.   He said while giving you a stern warning look again. You stood there silently waiting to see if he was telling the truth. Fionn swiped his finger through the sticky dough, armed and ready to to attack if you didn’t promise to play nice. He started to come towards you with the dough ready o swipe it down the other side of your neck if you didn’t respond.  “No no I won’t call you that anymore I promise, no more Fee-on”.    You sounded panicked but Fionn was enjoying it so he decided to egg you on a bit more, give you a taste of your own medicine.      “You’re sure? No more making fun of my name”? “I’m sure”.    You said while walking towards him, “I promise”.    You grabbed his wrists gently and wrapped your lips around his finger, lapping up the sweet sticky dough that stuck to it.    “That’s my good girl. You gonna be a good girl now”?   You looked up at Fionn with innocent eyes, humming a “mmmhmm” around his finger that was still in your warm mouth. You could tell that you were distracting him enough to do what you have been waiting for when you saw his Adam’s apple bob up and down from your innocent demeanor and the vibrations that went up his hand. Fionn was so distract by you that he didn’t notice that you had grabbed a handful of flour, while still distracting him you took the flour and dropped it right in his hair. Releasing his finger from your mouth you saw the shock on his face, but you couldn’t help but to laugh because you thought that you had won.    “Ok, you want to play dirty? We’ll play dirty”.    Fionn didn’t look pleased but you could tell it was all for show considering how he was laughing. Fionn grabbed you by the waist, pulling your back towards him as he starts attacking your sides and stomach with tickles. Fionn knew that that was your weakness, being tickled and he knew where all you spots were, but the ones that are the most accessible to him at the moment are your sides and stomach, but theres also your ankles and wrists.   “No Fionn stop please I cant breath!”   You broke free from his grip on you and ran around the island to the other side. Fionn grabbed a handful of dough about to throw it at you.   “No Fionn you don’t want to do that you see im wearing your shirt and you wouldn’t want to get your t shirt dirty would you”?   You say in a panicked tone.   “Oh I think I do”.  “No Fionn you really don’t”. Fionn started chasing you around the island trying to catch you. Finally you run into the edge of the island causing the granite to catch your hip. You suck a breath in through your teeth.   “Ow ow ow ow, oh Fionn stop I hurt myself”.   You say as you hold your hip and turn to face him, a look of pain on your face. Fionns face turned to concern once he noticed you were hurt. “Oh no love what happened are you ok let me see”!   Fionn ran over to you in a panic grabbing your waist looking down at your hip.   “What happened are you ok”? “Yea im fine I just ran into the counter is all”.   Fionn looks at you still with worry in his eyes.   “Does it hurt”?   You look at him with a slight smile on your face.   “Ya know what would help? A kiss to make it better”. “Really? ok then”. Fionn crouches down, pulling the fabric of your leggings down from your hip, looking down at the small bit of light pink lace underwear that is visible. “You know these are my favorite”.   Fionn says as you smile down at him. He places a soft, gentle, wet kiss to your hip.   “Does that feel better now love?”   “Hmm maybe you should kiss it one more time to make sure”.   Fionn places a few more wet kisses to your hip while looking up at you with his hazel eyes. Fionn stands up and places you on the counter, grabbing the sides of your face and placing a soft, gentle kiss to your lips. You kiss Fionn back gripping the back of his head as the kiss intensifies. Fionn slides his hands up the sides of the shirt you are wearing sliding them under it while gripping your hips. You hear a deep voice interrupt the moment between you and Fionn.   “Don’t you two young kids stop on my account”. You had completely forgotten that you had asked Harry to bring Brussel sprouts.   “Uh Harry mate you brought the sprouts”?   Fionn said while helping you down from the counter.   Fionn looked at you. “We’ll finish this later you cheeky bird, you still need to be punished for teasing me”. 



[lillotte17]

Prompt: Fenris as a toddler

I choose to believe this was also a drawing prompt. >_>

Uthvir belongs to @feynites

Perhaps unsurprisingly, the first word Fenris manages to master is no.

This is followed in quick succession by other such gems; stop, don’t, and down, to name a few. While his progress may still be slower than he would like, he can at least understand most of what people are saying to him, even if he cannot actually get his mouth to form the proper words to reply without butchering them horribly. He might not be winning any awards for poetry any time in the near future, but Fenris can at least take some satisfaction in finally being able to articulate something.

“Ah-lee,” he grumbles out one day while they are getting ready to go on a picnic in one of the little gardens outside of June’s tower, and she is fussing with the buttoning of his little cardigan. She has him perched up on the dresser in her bedroom, which, even after all these months of habitation, is still only sparsely furnished. She sighs at his discontent and pauses long enough to tussle his hair. He scowls in retaliation, pushing her hand away, but she only laughs.

“You’re my baby,” she says with a thin, curling smile, “And babies don’t call their mothers by their name, you know. You say Mamae.”

“Ah-lee,” Fenris insists.

“I know you’ve heard Nanae call me that, but…” she tries.

“Oot-veer,” Fenris counters mulishly.

“Fine,” Aili huffs, giving up the ghost in favor of making another try at the tiny stubborn buttons on her son’s sweater, “Have it your way, you tenacious little creature.”

Fenris pats at her hand consolingly. He is still coming to terms with the unpleasant realization that his body now projects his emotions, and finds that he is not quite able to conceal the hint of pleasure at his victory. Unbidden, the corner of his mouth twitches upwards.

“Is that a smile I see?” Aili beams at him, leaning in perilously close to kissing range.

“No,” Fenris asserts, hastily reforming his features into a frown.

“I think it is,” Aili singsongs with an expression of insufferable triumph, creeping her hands forward and tickling him lightly beneath his chin.

Fenris wriggles, trying to escape, and makes a wholly undignified sound. That is…not entirely born of displeasure. Some strange mix of a shriek and a giggle. Aili relents quickly enough, as she always does, and while he is still caught up in being mortified over the discovery of this new weakness, he looks down and sees that his thrashing has knocked a few of her personal items onto the floor.

“Sorry,” he says, with just the slightest hint of a lisp, pointing down at the displaced objects so she will know what he is apologizing for. And that, he realizes, is a word he seems to be using frequently as well. Because he is sorry, even if some part of him knows that his reactions are not entirely his fault. He is sorry to be here. Sorry that he cannot adjust to things as quickly as he would wish. Sorry to be a burden on what seems to be a generally nice group of people who are trying to include him in their family. Not that he ever seems to be held accountable for his transgressions.

This time is no different, as his adopted mother simply lifts him from the dresser and sets him carefully down on her bed. She smiles at him and smooths his hair down a little before turning around and picking up the things he had knocked to the floor. He thinks the air around her is a little sad, though. If he is reading that correctly. He generally tries not to, as it feels strangely invasive, but he supposes it is a skill he will need to acquire in order to thrive in this strange place.

“No harm done,” Aili assures him in a gentle tone, coming back over to sit next to him with what seems to be some sort of headband in her hand, “It was just an accident. Mama is sorry, too. I know you don’t like to be tickled very much.”

“S’okay,” he returns, slightly uncomfortable at this shift in tone. He reaches over and pats her arm reassuringly once or twice. Touching people to console them is another uncharted territory for him, but it always seems to work wonders with his primary caregivers, Aili especially, so he does his best to at least make an effort.

“You’re my good, sweet baby,” she continues, “And I love you very much. Even when you get upset. Mama and Nanae would never hurt you, even if things get broken sometimes.”

Fenris swallows thickly. Something suspiciously like embarrassment prickles up the back of his neck. Possibly tinged with a softer inclination as well. He shifts his weight a little, glancing about for a quick change of topic.

“Pretty,” he declares, gesturing at the object still in Aili’s hand without even really looking at it.

“You like it?” she wonders, holding it out for him to inspect, “Nanae got it for me. They said it was some sort of belated housewarming gift. I told them it was silly, since we both moved in at the same time, and they could hardly get me a better gift than you, but… Well. They’re always doing things like that. Giving things to people. It makes them happy.”

Fenris looks over the thin circlet with a critical eye. It is a somewhat simple design, some swirling organic pattern carved into a pale blonde wood very similar to Aili’s hair. It is sturdy though, and the craftsmanship is obviously very good, from what little he knows of such things. There is no way this was something Uthvir just bought off a shelf in a moment of random generosity. Clearly it is meant to be something…more. It’s no wonder she seems pleased with it.

And yet he’s almost certain he’s never seen Aili actually wearing it. He doubts that she will have thought of the significance of that. But he is certain Uthvir has.

Fenris huffs.

These two.

“You. On,” he demands, extending it back towards her in one pudgy fist. If he is going to be cooed over, he might as well do something useful with it.

“It’s awfully dressy for a picnic,” she smiles, taking it back from him.

“Pretty,” Fenris insists. Aili laughs.

“Alright,” she concedes, “If you think we should have a fancy day out, then I’ll wear it.”

It takes her a little while to get it just right. She pulls her hair free of its usual ponytail, braids part of it back out of her face, and then settles the circlet onto her head. The piece is open at the front, the twining pieces lifting up just slightly, like a set of horns, and framing the bronze markings on her forehead just so. The overall effect seems to be one of softness, with just a hint of some wild, fey creature.

It suits her.

“Pretty,” Fenris commends.

“Thank you, baby,” Aili grins, leaning over and placing a tiny flower pin in his hair, “Now we’re both fancy.”

Fenris sighs in reluctant acceptance, supposing that he more or less asked for that. Aili seems nearly buoyant when she gathers him up in her arms and grabs their basket of supplies as they head out the door, though. So, he figures it is probably worth it.

Uthvir is taking care of some of their duties for the General, but had promised to meet them for their lunch out on the grass as soon as they were done. Fenris does not like being taken out into the city very much, as none of the elves seem to be able to contain themselves in his presence. If he was physically capable, he is certain that he would have broken some of their fingers by now.

But he can also concede, that he would probably lose his mind if he only saw the inside of their rooms until he was big enough to get around on his own again.

Luckily, his parents are sensitive to his needs and, he suspects, neither of them are all that comfortable with being swarmed by an adoring mob themselves. So, the garden they end up in is relatively small, and almost entirely abandoned. Fenris is not sure why. There are quite a few very ugly statues in it, so perhaps it offends some of the other elves of Arlathan’s delicate sensibilities, or some other such ridiculous thing. He’s not about to complain.

Aili sets up the blanket and sets Fenris up with his bottle. She does not eat herself, possibly waiting for their missing family member to arrive. And, since nothing else of import is likely to happen until they get here, he decides that he should practice his other new trick.

Fenris is finally getting the hang of walking again.

There is a lot of falling down involved in the process thus far, but he can almost make it half way across the sitting room by himself now, so long as he can grab onto passing furniture. Aili hovers, naturally, offering guiding hands, but not so much that he feels smothered. And for that he is grateful. Even to the point where he generally allows her to kiss him when he bumps into something.

He is two thirds of the way through his third assisted crossing of the blanket, with only four falls, when a large hawk descends from the sky and lands in front of him.

Fenris is so shocked, that he sits down rather suddenly on the blanket with a soft oof.

“Uthvir,” Aili chides, “What have I said about divebombing people?”

“I am sorry,” the hawk apologizes with Uthvir’s voice, “I have not eaten since very early this morning and it took me longer than expected to find you.”

“What about Fenris?” Aili asks, real concern seeping into her tone, “He’s still getting used to the idea that magic isn’t bad, you know. What if you frightened him?”

At this, they both turn their full attention back to him and simultaneously realize that not only does their son not seem to be scared, but he has pulled himself onto his hands and knees and crawled his way over to them.

Fenris stretches out his little hand, waiting. And after a moment of confusion, Uthvir leans their head forward, allowing themselves to patted gently. Tiny fingers moving in very careful strokes over sleek brown feathers.

Fenris does not know what it means. Or if it means anything. But it almost seems like too much to be a coincidence. To be flung through time and space and somehow find himself in the care of yet another hawk.

He does not know what to make of it.

“Hok,” he burbles out after a few minutes, and it is only then that he realizes that at some point he has started crying. Not like his usual outbursts of rage or frustration, but fat silent tears of nothing more than grief. “Hok.”

“What is a hok?” Uthvir asks Aili, sounding vaguely horrified, frozen stiff in uncertainty.

“I don’t know, but change back, quick,” Aili instructs, scooping Fenris up into her arms and cooing at him to distract him while Uthvir shifts back into their normal shape.

“All done,” they inform her a moment later.

“There, see?” Aili asks, turning back around and passing Fenris into their arms, “It’s just Nanae. Nanae isn’t scary, are they?”

Fenris sniffs, in reluctant agreement, feeling a bit foolish as he begins to calm back down.

“I am sorry to have scared you, little one,” Uthvir adds for good measure. Fenris pats their chest as a sign of forgiveness, and a bid to be set down again.

“Crisis averted,” Aili grins at them, handing them a meat pie from out of the basket as Uthvir settles Fenris back onto the blanket.

“But only just,” they sigh. They stare at her for half a minute, the food half way to their mouth as something seems to dawn on them. “You… You are wearing the gift I got you.”

“Oh,” she exclaims, as if only just now remembering herself, her cheeks flushing slightly, “Well. I mean, I know it is really too nice for this sort of thing, but Fenris insisted that we dress for the occasion.”

“Pretty,” Fenris notes, giving Uthvir a rather pointed stare.

“I agree,” Uthvir replies, a large smile spreading out across their face, “You look very nice.”

“I have your excellent taste to thank for that, I’m sure,” Aili laughs, sounding a little embarrassed and twisting her fingers in her hair.

“We should go visit the artist who made it sometime,” they continue, “You would like him, I think. They have a son not too much older than Fenris, and he seemed eager to see how the piece would look on you.”

“You mean, you actually had this commissioned for me?” Aili gapes.

“Well…of course I did,” Uthvir says, sounding uncertain again.

“I’ll…make sure I get you something, too,” she fumbles, “For a housewarming present, I mean. It… It might take me awhile, but-”

“You don’t have to do that,” Uthvir insists.

“Kisses!” Fenris suggests loudly. He had honestly never thought that anyone could possibly top Aveline and her copper marigolds when it came to romantic awkwardness, but dammit all if these two weren’t making his old friend seem suave by comparison. It is almost painful to watch.

Aili leans over and obligingly kisses him on the cheek and he groans.

“No.” ​

[fearofaherobrine]

Roleplay Server Log #185

“Dragon Chat, The Devouring Deep”

[Endrea] Is looking for GK-

[Gk] Is at the spawn. He's laying in the grass dozing while Doc is jogging with Yaunfen and hir pokemon nearby. The goomy keeps breaking off to bother GK because it wants to battle. Finally the big dragon gives it a bit of a shove and chuckles as it rolls over and over in the grass like a gooey ball.

[Doc] Gk! Don't do that!

[Endrea] Spots them and comes over, flopping down next to GK and pressing against him-

[Gk] Whoah! Oh. Hey Endrea. - Kinda nuzzles her- Geeze you've gotten big.

[Endrea] Nuzzles back- Finally have a small break from the children, Sweet Alex is watching them

[Gk] Ah. Expect them back full of sugar and stories and toting a variety of crayon drawings.

[Endrea] - No doubt, I just needed a small break though

[Gk] It's always more fun being lazy when others are doing sweaty shit. - Gestures to Doc and the pokemon plus small dragon herd.

[Endrea] Laughs a little- How they keep up with that many I don't know...  Then again I doubt they're constantly trying to get into things they're not supposed to...

[Gk] Eh. From what I've been told the pokemon are pretty damn smart. They're pretty eagar as long as the trainer pays lots of attention to their needs. It's not like kids. But then, there is Yaunfen... who knows what that one will be like? They learned their first word the other day, and it's burp of all the fucking things.

[Endrea] Laughs some more- How interesting...- She sighs and stretches out- This sun feels so good right now

[Gk] Yeah, it's a nice day - wiggles his hooves in the grass. - Wanna make a bet on how much quiet we get before the next explosion?

-Mb has gotten close enough to see what Doc is doing and the two of them are now trading insults near the covered bridge.

[Endrea] - I doubt it will be long...

[GK] Same here... Have you met the new guy? What a basic bitch.

[Mb] Fuck you too!

[Endrea] - I sat on him

[Gk] Laughs-  Way to make an impression.

[Endrea] - Ashe is showing interest in flying

[Gk] Do you think he's strong enough?

[Endrea] - Not yet, but that doesn't mean he's not practicing

-Doc and Mb are now having a spirited slap fight-

[Gk] What are you going to do?

[Endrea] - Watch him, and have CP and you help me judge when he's ready to really start learning

[Gk] What about Willow and Oak? Any words from them yet?

[Endrea] - No, and they are taking some time to grow too...

[Gk] Do they seem sickly? It was a two for one.

[Endrea] - No, both seem perfectly healthy, and we don't know if they are capable of speech either

[Yaunfen] Bites at MB-

[Mb] FUCKER! - Hops backwards grabbing his leg-

[Gk] I like the candy ones spark.

[Endrea] - It does have it's quirks

[Doc] Is looking rather proud -

[Mb] Kicks at Yaunfen and is knocked down by Doc's Exeggcute before Doc can even react.

[Gk] Pfft.

[Endrea] Watches as one of her enders teleports around-

[Gk] Follows her gaze. - Kids....

[Endrea] - I'm rather glad they don't require as much attention as my adopted children

[Gk] Yeah, they ain't as much fun though. I like having other dragons around.

[Doc] Transforms and is now biting at Mb who's trying to punch hir in the snout-

[Gk] Even if some of them are artifical...

[Endrea] - They're happy, leave them be

[Gk] Yeah, I know. They're still afraid though...

[Endrea] - True...- She rolls onto her back

[Gk] Scratches the bigger dragons belly with his hooves-

[Endrea] Squeaks and thrashes a little- GG!

[Gk] What? Is the exposed belly a trap? You're such a cat. - grins-

[Endrea] - GG THAT TICKLES!- Tries to squirm away

*Vwoop

*Vwoop

[Gk] Goes for a more aggressive tickle now that he knows he's being annoying- Ah-hahah!

[Sky] Nope, still not right...

[Doc] Swats Mb with hir tail and accidently sends him flying towards Sky-

[Endrea] Shrieks in laughter and whips her tail around to retaliate-

[Sky] I am also! Not a target. *Vwoop,

[Gk] Gets thunked in the head - OOF!

[Doc] Sorry Sky!

[Mb] Races back towards Doc and gets zapped hard by the Galvantula. - AAAAAA

[Sky] It's fine. Glad I got out of the way, though. Anyway! Bye! *Vwoop

[Endrea] Smirks and goes in for her own tickles on GK-

[Mimikyu] -comes from behind a tree with it's leaf umbrella and pokes doc-

[Gk] Is easilly overwhemed by the larger dragon - ARGH!

[Endrea] - Hmmm, looks like I can win at these now...

[Doc] Is Braced in case Mb charges hir again and jumps at the small touch-

[Mimikyu] Mimik -pokes doc again-

[Gk] Transforms back into his human shape to get out of her grip - Enough! I'm gonna pee my damn pants! - His face is red from laughing.

[Doc] Hey Mimkyu. Are you okay?

[Endrea] Shifts to her human form as well-

[Gk] Drops to the ground with a thunk of boots. - well I wasn't gonna stay shifted. Ya didn't have to do that. Shit.... I think you got taller in this form as well.

[Mimikyu] -shakes it's fake head yes and starts to run around trying to see if they can get any of the other pokemon to join in-

[Endrea] - Well I do end up a little taller than CP...

[Goomy] is quick to follow and bounces after the Mimkyu. The Exeggcute is staying by Doc's side and the Galvantula is protecting Yaunfen.

[GK] Geeze.... I wonder why? Is everyone on your seed just super tall?

[Endrea] - Probably the false NOTCH's way of trying to make me more intimidating...

[Mimikyu] -in running in circles making sure to use the leaf to keep as much light off them as possible-

[Gk] Are you sure he wasn't planning on having you try to seduce Cp at some point?

[Endrea] - He never told me so...

[Yaunfen] Tries to get Galvantula to play with it-

[Gk] Well you look good. Speaking of such, hows Flux? I heard she had some energy work done.

[Endrea] - I'm not sure, I've been so busy with the children I haven't really seen her

[Galvantula] Is still watching Mb in case he tries to start more shit but does respond to Yaunfen's nudging.

[Gk] She ain't been around to check on Markus? Poor bastard.

[Endrea] - Maybe?  We have been spending a lot of time at the library, Ashe just can't get enough of books

[Gk] Smart little bugger. I'm glad he's on our side. How's the chess lessons with Alexsezia going for him?

[Endrea] - Decently enough, he's not quite good enough to win yet, but he's learning quickly

[Endrea] Sighs- Well, I suppose this has been a long enough break, would you like to go with me to pick up the children?

[Gk] It's okay to leave them over there for a while you know. Sweet Alex loves playing with kids and critters.

[Endrea] - Yes but she has all three by herself, and although Ashe is well behaved, Willow and Oak aren't always...

[Gk] If you're ready to face the horde again I'll go with ya.

[Endrea] - That would be much appreciated

[Gk] Steps up into the air and floats along with her at eye level. - Are you doing okay kiddo? I know it's a lot of responsibility.

[Endrea] - I'm dealing, it's more than I've ever dealt with before, but the pull of wanting to protect and raise them is so strong

[Gk] Hormones are a bitch like that... Is Ashe really still making trouble? He seems like such a smart kid.

[Endrea] - Oh no, he's no trouble at all, his questions are a bit persistent, and I don't always have the answers, but otherwise everything is fine with him

[Gk] You should fob him off on Cp sometimes. Watch out for the little flowers unless you wanna smell them all day. They're oily as fuck. -

[Endrea] Steps around the flowers- Thanks for the warning- She approaches Sweet Alex's door and knocks on it

[Sweet Alex] Hang on! - There's a bit of thumping around and the small Alex answers the door. She has paint on her clothes and huge smile on her face. The room is full of papers covered in colorful streaks and pawprints. - Hey Endrea! Hi Gk!

[Ashe] - Mama!

[Endrea] - Hello Sweet Alex, I hope they weren't too much trouble?

[willow and oak] -they are bigger then before and are covered in colors they come running into endrea-

[Sweet Alex] Oh no! Not at all. I told them it was okay to get messy.

[Endrea] Is surprised by the size of her two younger children- Oh dear, it looks like we've had some growth spurts

[willow] -trys to put some of the colors she has on endera-

[Sweet Alex] Oh yeah! That was a bit of a suprise.

[Endrea] Smiles and crouches down- Silly Willow, colors belong on paper

[Sweet Alex] They're so cute.

[Ashe] - Uncle GG!

[willow] -still trys to make a smiley face on endrea's belly-

[Gk] Hey Ashe, did you draw some good stuff today?

[Endrea] Just smiles warmly at her daughter-

[Ashe] - Uh huh!  I drew a nucleous!- Shows the picture to GK

[oak] -is bringing one of the picture he drew to endrea it's mostly scribbles-

[Endrea] - Oh Oak, that's a wonderful drawing

[Gk] Um.... That looks really cool! - He has no idea what it is.

[Ashe] - Mama, I'm hungry

[Endrea] - Do you need void energy?  Or do you want actual food?

[Ashe] - Void!

[Sweet Alex] Ah, I was just about to ask them that when you knocked, but I don't have any Void in my pantry - chuckles- I do have pie though.  

[Gk] Gimmie.

[Endrea] Summons some void energy and gives it to Ashe, it's not stable in his hands, but he eats it quickly- Willow?  Oak?  Do you want any?

[Sweet Alex] motions them inside and lays out some pie and milk on the counter -

[Gk] Scarfs some happily -

[willow and oak] -they both open their mouths showing they want some in the process oak drops is drawing-

[Endrea] Creates another orb and lets it flow into their mouths.  She also grabs Oak;s drawing-

[willow and oak] -eat happily-

[Sweet Alex] what would happen if a human touched that stuff Endrea?

[Endrea] - It would poison them

[Sweet Alex] Geeze....

[Gk] I wonder if the Nether has a local equivalent? I've never tried, but there must be something strange that keeps the Blaze's burning and the undead vigorious.

[Endrea] - Flux may know, I know her magic feels very similar to void energy too

[Sweet Alex] I  thought hers was more akin to the Overworld magick?

[Endrea] - It's all magic

[willow and oak] -they stop eating because they are now full-

[Gk] But the Overworld came first, doesn't it feel different to you?

[Endrea] Dismisses the void energy-

[Ashe] Yawns and shifts into his dragon form to curl up-

[oak] -climbs on top of his brother ash and curls up as well-

[willow] -is still running around-

[Sweet Alex] Pulls a blanket out of a trunk and covers him up before doing the same for Oak. - Endrea, they can stay here and sleep if you want. I can drag another bed down if you want to join them as well.

[Endrea] - Are you sure?  I don't wish to be an intrusion...

[Sweet Alex] Of course not! You're always welcome. Heck Gk crashes here pretty frequently.

[Gk] Grumbles-

[Endrea] - Then thank you, I think I will take you up on that offer

[Sweet Alex] - Sets up a bed for her- Here you go. Gk? Are you staying too?

[Gk] Yawns- Just for a little while. I feel restless.

[willow] -runs around gk-

[Endrea] - Willow, come settle down for a nap

[willow] -stops running around gk then runs to endrea nearly running into the bed-

[Endrea] Laughs and unfurls her wing for Willow to curl up under-

[willow] -curls up happily under endrea wing-

[Doc] Is walking to Lie's house chatting on the carrot phone. Xe closes it up as xe mounts the steps and knocks on the door. - Anybody home?

[Lie] Had been getting some food for Notch- Come on in Doc

[Doc] Hey Lie, how's Markus?

[Lie] - Getting better, I was just about to take him his lunch.  CP's currently watching him

[Doc] Yeeeah... about that... can I borrow him for a bit?

[Lie] - Sure, I can watch Notch for a bit for him

[Doc] I'd say you too, but I kinda need someone who can fly... So that would be great. Thank you.

[Lie] - Follow me- She grabs the food she had been preparing and takes it down to the workshop.  CP is working on paperwork while sitting next to Notch

[Notch] Hey Doc. - Jingles the little flowers at hir- come to check on me?

[Doc] Amongst other things, yes. How are you feeling?

[Notch] Sucks to be me. But Lie's flowers help a lot.

[CP] Grumbles and puts his paperwork in his inventory-

[Lie] - Here, I've brought you food

[Notch] Takes it gratefully. - Thank you Lie.

[Doc] Hi Cp.

[CP] - What do you want now?

[Doc] Well... I need to run a bit of an errand....

[CP] Groans-

[Doc] There will probably be bloodshed, does that sweeten the deal at least?

[CP] Doc now has his attention-

[Doc] I need something rather large removed from the real world and tossed in here. It's a favor for a friend...

[CP] - What is it?

[Doc] I don't actually know.

[CP] - Okaaaay...

[Doc] But it's for Dawn.

[CP] - Fiiiiiiiine, when do I need to go?

[Doc] Is now okay? Lie already volunteered to sit with Markus.

[CP] - Whatever, their island?

[Doc] Yes please. The tv is still there.

[CP] Flicks his hand to create an opening- Are you coming or no?

[Doc] Yes! - Xe hurries out after him.

[CP] Once through he closes the opening behind them-

[Doc] Is already fussing with hir phone - uh, huh... yeah, just give us a few minutes. - This way- Xe leads them up a well-worn path through the trees.

[CP] Is a little tempted to set some things on fire as they walk-

[Doc] Hurries along. The air is full of calling seabirds and plesant breezes. - What a lovely day.

[CP] - There's been far to many of those...

[Doc] What's that supposed to mean? You want to go somewhere with nasty weather?

[CP] - It gets dull

[Mort] Is pacing in the yard, there's a hint of greenery springing up in the sand where his bare feet have disturbed it. - Oh! Thanks for coming so quickly. Dawn is already prepping the boat, I stayed behind to lead you up the cliff. It's a bit precarious if you don't know the way.

[Doc] You know she had me intrigued from word one.

[CP] Just starts floating-

[Mort] Eyes Cp. - Nice to see you again too...

[CP] - Can we go?

[Mort] Sure. - He leads them around the ridiculously lush garden and up a set of staris on the cliff that are almost a natural formation. As they get higher the crescent shape of the island is more pronunced below them and they turn back down again on the other side of the spine that makes the back edge of the island.

[Dawn] The view up here is amazing...

[Mort] Is picking his way carefully along. - And far more pixels then you're used too huh?

[Doc] I try not to think about it too much. Makes me nauseated.

[CP] - You should see hir when xe gets in front of a mirror

[Doc] -sighs-

[Mort] Calls down as they reach the little dock. The wall is nearly vertical and there's a little wooden pier built into it where the Morgenheutengesternwelt is moored.

[Dawn] Oh good! I was hoping you'd come right away. Hi Cp. Gravity getting on your plums too much today?

[CP] Flips Dawn off- I'm only here because I was promised a fight

[Dawn] Oh you'll get it alright. You remeber the nok right?

[CP] - Yes

[Dawn] This thing is big enough to drive that one onto the damn shore. It's lucky I was feeling merciful. We had to roll it back in the water afterwards like a beached whale.

[CP] - Doc, why do we want this thing on the server?

[Doc] I don't want it. But it doesn't belong here either.

[CP] - So, sub seed?

[Doc] No, It's water based, I think Herabrine might be able to whip it into shape. Or just convince it to go elsewhere on the seed. It might come in handy as a distraction at some point too. Just dump it on a hostile seed or something.

[Mort] Anything, as long as it's not here. It's attracting too much attention to our island.

[CP] - And what if it encounters the water ender dragon when it gets bigger?

[Doc] I don't know? That's going to be a while though.

[CP] - We don't know the growth rate of that one

[Dawn] Well we don't care if it gets it's ass kicked. It's hostile.

[Doc] Is there a reason you're trying to talk me out of this Cp? I think you'd leap at the chance to fight something huge.

[Mort] Snickers- You could always give it to Slenderman to smack around-

[CP] - Oh absolutely, I just don't want Endrea to get pissed if it decides to go after any of the babies

[Doc] I guess we could just tp it far away. It's not like the map of the seed isn't functionally near infinite.

[CP] - Good point

[Dawn] Gestures for them to get on the boat, - shall we then?

[CP] - Fiiiiiiiiiiine

[Mort] Deftly unties the lines and hops aboard as the engine is cranked up. He passes Dawn as she comes down -

[Dawn] I'll hunt, you steer.

[Mort] Got it-

[CP] Sits on the steps-

[Dawn] Gets a pillow out of a box and sits crosslegged in the middle of the deck. She closes her eyes and begins a meditation. Slowly she begins to gesture small directional changes as Mort watches from above, steering the ship into the wind.

[Doc] Is watching over the rail, breathing deeply. The air is full of salt and spray. - Can you feel it?

[Dawn] Maybe... There is more then one monster down there.

[CP] - Boooooooooooored

[Mort] You don't like sailing Cp?

[CP] - Not much of a function in our game and pretty useless when you can teleport

[Dawn] Signals to stop - Two incoming!

[Doc] Runs to the side to look. - There are two v-shaped wakes heading towards them at high speed. The wakes vanish as they get close and Doc runs to the other side to see two sinious, long creatures swimming madly away in the other direction.

-There's a rather dark line of humps following the two creatures at a slower, but more deliberate speed-

[Mort] Holy shit! Look at that!

[CP] - Can I kill it?

[Dawn] Jumps up at the feel of the two passing underneath. - Not permentantly! It would rememerge into this reality somewhere else later and I'd rather it was gone entirely.

-The humps splash downward for a moment to reveal a ponderous tail like a sperm whale.

[CP] - So can I maim it?

-There's a pervading sense of doom hanging around it like a cloak-

[Doc] You might have too! I doubt it's gonna come quietly. Look at the size of that thing....

[CP] Grins and flies up into the sky-

[Beast] Feels the negative energy from the being above it and rolls in the water to snap upwards, sucking it in. It's head is like an alligator and the long jaws are full of sharp white teeth. The eyes are a firey red-

[CP] - Really?  I already have two things which feed off of me

[Dawn] Calls out to him - Red eyes are nightmare creatures! Like Slenderman! They're astral beasts, they feed on energy, it's normal!

[CP] - Well it need to knock it the fuck off!- Blasts it with fire

[Beast] Roars horribly - ducking it's head under the cold water again.

[CP] - I WILL FUCKING BOIL YOU OUT OF THE WATER!- Continues blasting with fire

[Beast] Goes deeper to get away-

[Doc] Uh Cp? We want to catch it remember?

[CP] - Well then what do you fucking suggest!?

[Doc] Looks around for any other ships, the horizon is clear so xe hops the rail, transforming as xe mounts the airblocks to look down in the water below. - I'm not sure. That's even bigger then I was expecting.

[CP] - Should I call Endrea?  She's about the same size right now, and she should be able to tolerate a few moments in the water now

[Doc] But you have me. I can probably do whatever you'd ask of her with no pain at all.

[CP] - Then get under that thing and drive it upwards you idiot!

[Doc] Poofs a little at his volume. - Humph. - Xe heads for the water with a twisting motion and slides under the surface.

-There's a moment of calm before Doc comes shooting back up with the monster snapping ferociously at hir tail- Shiiiiiitttttt!

[CP] - Oh for fucks sake...- He darts forwards to drag his sword through it's side

[Beast] Is cut but swats at Cp with a flipper easily the size of a car as it breaches.

[CP] Teleports to the other side of the flipper and stabs at it-

[Beast] Falls heavily down into the water as it's stabbed-

[Doc] Shoots low to grab at Cp before he goes under too-

[Dawn] Is yelling over the wind- You drew blood! Hurry and get it out of here before the sharks come!

[CP] - DOC LET GO AND GO DO YOUR THING!

[Doc] Let's him go - You want me to make a portal?! For something that big?!

[CP] - Just restrain it!

[Doc] Oh! - Xe rushes down and takes a breath before diving under the water. There's a tremendous commotion as xe tries to pull the huge animal partly out of the water by it's flippers.

[Beast] Is snapping it's massive jaws wildly and flinging it's head trying to get at the dragon on it's back.

[CP] Concentrates and forces open a tear into the server.  He makes the opening near where the small square of blocks leading down to the fortress is-

[Doc] Is quickly loosing hir grip on the slick black skin and shoves it at the hole

[Beast] the lobed tail flips upward to smack Doc-

[CP] Darts down and slams into the creature-

[Beast] Eye's flashing with rage it lets out a pulse of pure fear-

[Doc] Goes white with fright and nearly drops the creature.

[CP] - Weeeeeeeeeeeak, Slender's are worse

[Doc] Desperately shoves the creature towards the hole but only gets it halfway in-

[Beast] Is throwing tons of water into the portal as it thrashes-

[CP] - GO IN YOU FUCKER!

[Beast] Is nearly through and is basically beating Doc against the edge of the portal-

[CP] Flies up and slams into the creature again-

[Beast] Pops through and goes suddenly still, sinking into the pixelated water of the server as it's resolution goes down-

[Doc] Manages to land awkwardly on the small tube of stone that leads down to the fortress.

[CP] Floats in the air and closes the opening- Damn fucking thing...

[Beast] Kind of floats back up to the surface, it's moving strangely now that it's long body is more like a series of blocks on a string.

[Doc] What a monster...

[CP] - You're the one who decided to bring it here

[Doc] I'm reffering to the size more then anything. It's just an animal.

[CP] - You should probably let TLOT know about it

[Doc] I'm already on it. - Xe typing in the chat with hir fat claws.

[Lie] Is sitting with Notch and see's her mate and Doc return- Well that didn't take long...

[Beast] Rolls over sideways and fixes one beady eye on Cp. It opens it's mouth in a weak hiss.

[CP] - Oh just fuck off already!

[Beast] Wiggles a bit and paddles in the water

[Doc] I bet this water is warmer then it's used too. Plus we probably wore it out.

[CP] - Whatever, I'm heading back home

[Doc] Thanks for the help Cp.

[CP] Flips Doc off-