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kaeyas-beloved · 4 years ago

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Be You {Leviathan x Reader}

Leviathan x Reader (They/Them) || Obey Me!

Warning(s): None (Well, actually I make Levi bully Mammon for less than a paragraph)

Note: This was a request I received from someone on Wattpad!

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Finally, Leviathan’s done it. It’s been a long three days, hours upon hours having been poured into this playthrough.

“Woop woop! Aren’t I the best!” he praised himself, smiling wide. He’s skipped meals, pushed assignments to a later date and avoided any outside interactions to finish this game. His sight may be blurry and his limbs numb but if those were the sacrifices he had to make to go full completionist then it was all worth it. Now, time to celebrate a well deserved win.

“I think this calls for some of Ruri-chan’s celebratory season 3 limited edition candy and-!”

A chorus of knocks on his door immediately snuffed out his joy. Levi scowled, turning to glare at his door from his chair, it’s gotta be Mammon. The third born is absolutely positive that it’s his scummy older brother - it always is - back yet again to mooch more money off him for a trip to the casino. The usual slander he and his brothers would throw at the second born was on the tip of his tongue, ready to fire at will.

“Hey Levi? You there? It’s me....”

A voice that definitely doesn’t belong to the second born piping up and Levi, halfway through spouting the first syllable, shuts up all together. That’s his normie. A weight presses on his heart: he was just about to yell and insult his Henry…

Clearing his throat in hopes of gaining some kind of composure (all previous anger having diminished) the usual “What’s the password?” came out in a stutter. The demon was only acutely aware of his heart beat. How it skipped periodically. How it raced like he himself just ran a marathon. Levi waits a moment for the human to finish reciting the TSL excerpt. His hands begin to shake, his palms exuding profuse amounts of sweat. Gah! Why was he so nervous? Yeah, he’s aware that he’s just some gross shut-in otaku but he shouldn’t be this anxious! It’s not like this is the first time the exchange student has hung out in his room... alone... with him…

“Yo Levi?”

“Yes MC?”

“You think you could open the door now? Please?” Snapped back to reality, Levi hastily opened the door, finding himself regretting it soon after.

“I, uh, MC? What do you…?” his voice trailed off, orange gradient eyes locked on their garments. Immediately he sputtered, taking a step back. A bright scarlet coated his pale cheeks. Levi tried to hide it with his hand, though it was proven useless. The sea demon's at a toss up; should he screech? Slam the door shut? Combust all together!? At the rate he’s going, number three is looking pretty probable.

On the other end of this exchange, the human stood almost timidly out in the hall, fingers fiddling with one another while their eyes darted anywhere but at the man in front of them. The words of the fifth born rang in their ears:

“You absolutely have to wear this dear! My brother would surely fall head over heels for you, even more so than he already is!”

Oh whyyyyy did they trust him? Cause he had knowledge in fashion and love? Yeah, that was it. Still, if this turns south Asmo is going to get a lecture worse than any Lucifer could ever give… Damn, they really should’ve never let the lust demon shoo them into his private bathroom and make them change into this girly outfit.

And it hit them all at once: Levi doesn’t like it, what they’re wearing. What if he never talks to them after this? Maybe if they leave now then there will still be a chance they can forget about this.

Time went on slowly, like people who walk through mud are, and MC just about tuck tail and ran, what they had planned and gained courage for be damned.

Levi had other plans though.

Only now registering that the two were standing out in the open for all to see, in a blind and desperate attempt to save himself and the human from embarrassment, the third born latched onto their wrist, yanking them into the safety of his room. Unfortunately, demon strength is a funny thing and Levi had handled them with more force than he meant to, the human crashing into his chest - hard.

Perhaps it was instinct -- a need to protect the fragile being within his grasp -- but the demon's arm found purchase around their form, pulling them almost impossibly closer as they tipped. The pair, balance long gone, toppled over, landing with a thud.

Somehow, just like in all the romance anime he’s watched, Levi found himself hovering over them, arms propped on either side of their head. Their noses brushed, both staring frozen into each other's eyes. It wasn’t everyday that either of them were this close to one another, the exception being when the duo falls asleep playing video games. God, with this kind of proximity he was sure that the normie could hear how fast his meek heart was pounding. If this went on any longer he might actually die.

“Levi?” They whispered, their voice so quiet that he almost missed the call of his name. He however did catch their whisper and tensed up before coming back to the here and now, catching sight of the ‘what’ that led to their current position. Standing, Levi’s face burned hotter than ever before.

‘It was all because of them,’ he thought, turning away turning away with tense shoulders as he still tries to mask the red that licked all the way up to his ears. ‘It’s always their fault when I start to feel like I do now!’

“S-stupid n-normie! Why are you even wearing that?” he asked, chancing a glance over his shoulder. Levi did have to admit… they looked kinda cute in those clothes… and it looked like something Ruri-chan would wear too…

Gah! No no no focus Levi!

The ‘normie’ didn’t answer right away, instead raising to their feet and opting to grab a bag from beside the door. That wasn’t there before.

“Asmo…” they sighed, turning back to face the demon, nervousness swirling within them. Now or never, “Asmo said you’d like it if I wore something like this” So this is Asmo’s doing? Damn him… “Anyway, here, take it.”

“Wha-?” A shimmering gift bag the same colour of the water Henry his goldfish swam in was thrust into his hands, whatever he was about to say dying in his throat.

A present? For him? Oh why must a no good otaku like him have to go through such an intimate endeavor???? He just can’t take it!

Then again, this was like that one scene from season 2 ep. 22 of this anime he binged: I Forget Important Dates all the time which causes me to get into really awkward situations. This time I forgot about my Birthday and my Crush handed me a bag before confessing their love for me!

So-! Spurred on by fictional characters and MC’s urging “go on, open it”, Levi tore the tape, presented with his spontaneous gift: a popular multiplayer game from the human world; one near impossible to get in Devildom.

“WHAOOO!” MC couldn’t help but think how much he’s acting like a kid on Christmas, the notion cute in their opinion. The human stood still for a couple minutes, allowing their friend to rant and gush over the game (and how cool they were for even acquiring it).

“But…” the purple haired demon calmed down, “why did you suddenly give me this?” What? Did he not know what today was?

“It’s… it is your birthday isn’t it!?” Don’t tell them Asmo lied to them about Levi’s birthday!

Levi pulled out his phone, his eyes widening to the size of saucers, “No, it is my birthday,” he assured. With all the gaming he was doing he must've failed to noticed, which is strange considering the last time his special day drew near he practically counted down the days.

“MC.” He got their attention, looking them right in the eye, his words and actions portraying a sureness and sincerity, “Thank you and…” As quick as lightning strikes the ground, the human had themselves pulled flush against Levi once more, his head resting on their shoulder and nose buried in the crook of their neck. His hair, so soft and fluffy, left a ticklish sensation on their skin.

“And about what you said before. With Asmo. I do like what you’re wearing but…” he tightens his hold, “I like you just the way you are. I know you don’t usually dress like this and I want nothing more than for you to be comfortable, like how you make me. If that means dressing tomboy-ish then so be it. I want you to be you: the human only you can be: my Henry.”

“I’m glad you feel that way…” They smiled, arms wrapping around his torso. They hope their gratitude is able to shine through in the hug, “Now, ya wanna play your new game?”

“Yes!” He smiled, pulling back and raising his hand. They return the grin, suppressing a chuckle seeing as the demon reminded them of the YES demoji. “Oh, but um! Would you like to change first? It’s not that I don’t like seeing you dressed like that or anything but like I said I want you to be comfortable but also I don’t think my heart can take it anymore… wait that’s not what I meant!” That made them chuckle though.

“Do I have to?” They teased, enjoying the reaction they got out of the third born. Levi gulped, ducking his head while whispering a small no. “Then maybe I’ll stay like this a little longer. It is your birthday after all.” Tugging the envy demon towards their usual gaming spot they let Levi set up the game before the two plopped down in their spots.

“Oh and Levi?” He hummed, tilting his head, the light of the screen illuminating the side of his face. They hugged him once more, “Happy Birthday”

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oh-ranpo · 4 years ago

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something special.

pairing: chase davenport x reader an: this is purely self-indulgent because i’ve been re-watching Lab Rats and I forgot just how much i loved Chase lmao I’m about four years too late to this fandom but oh well 🤷🏻‍♀️this is also unedited so... woops. word count: 2k+

“I’m late.” Those were the first words out of his mouth once the dust settled. “She’s going to think I’m not coming,” were the next.

Bree and Adam couldn’t believe what they were hearing as they rushed over to their brother to help him to his feet. They had just managed to stop a massive explosion at the power plant a town over from theirs, and it had been one of the most taxing missions in a while. Bree and Adam were exhausted. They had no idea how Chase was even thinking clearly as he had been the one to take the brunt of the last bit of action.

“Dude, what are you talking about?” Adam asked, as he pulled Chase up and draped his arm over his shoulder. “We need to get you home.”

Chase adamantly shook his head as he tried to pull away, his feet stumbling slightly as he now fell into Bree instead. There was a panicked look on his face, and it was not from the intense situation that he had just gotten himself out of.

“No, no. YN. We had a date planned, she’s… she’s going to be upset if I’m not there.”

Suddenly, it all made sense. Adam and Bree exchanged a look as Chase stood up a little bit straighter. He wasn’t just babbling nonsense. He was babbling about you.

“I’m sure she’ll understand, but Chase, you aren’t fit to go anywhere. You can barely stand,” Bree murmured carefully as Chase quickly turned to look at her.

“Bree, I’m fine. I just… I have to go,” he insisted, and he quickly turned back to the transport that had brought the three of them to the power plant, forcing Bree and Adam to follow behind him. Bree looked to Adam for some assistance, but instead of support, she found him shrugging instead.

“He’s right. If he found a girl that’s willing to put up with him, he really needs to find a way to make it work. Who knows if he’ll find another girl as cool as her again.” Bree rolled her eyes and huffed as they continued making their way in the direction that Chase had disappeared to. Despite having so much taken out of him, he was moving surprisingly fast.

No one spoke the entire ride back, and as soon as they reached their house, Chase immediately turned and headed in the opposite direction.

“Tell Mr. Davenport I’ll be back,” he called over his shoulder, and while Bree could have easily caught up with him, and Adam could have easily stopped them, neither one of them did. Maybe they should have, but they could tell from the look in his eye how much this meant to him. Once he was with you, they had no doubts that he would be in good hands.

“I can’t believe he’s just going like this. He didn’t even change,” Bree mused, and Adam looked down at her.

“She already knows our secret. It’s not like she hasn’t seen him in his mission suit before. In fact, I’m sure it’s probably the best outfit he owns.” Bree rolled her eyes again, and the two of them headed inside to get some rest themselves.

Chase, on the other hand, was on a whole new mission. He had promised you that he would meet you at the ice cream shop nearby, and he was supposed to be there almost an hour ago. He didn’t have his phone on him, and he had no idea if you would still be there, but he could hope. Hope was all that was keeping him from collapsing on the side of the road.

He didn’t even stop once to think about his appearance. He didn’t bother getting cleaned up or changing his outfit, so imagine your surprise when you stepped out of the ice cream shop, just as he was walking up, and turned to see him covered in ash and soot.

“Chase?” The sound of your voice cut him out of his trance, and Chase felt like he had found his second wind. The look on your face was filled with worry, but that didn’t stop him from rushing into your arms, pulling you into a hug as he pressed his face into your neck.

“I was afraid I missed you,” he murmured against your skin just before pulling away. Your hands immediately came up to cup his cheeks, your eyes scanning his face for any signs of injury.

“Did you just come from a mission?” You asked quietly so that no one could overhear you. You backed him away from the door and towards the side of the building so that people inside the shop couldn’t see him through the window and question the strange outfit he was wearing. “Why are you still in your suit?”

Chase didn’t look down at his outfit as he was too busy studying your face. He had a photographic memory, but the mental images of you never compared to the real thing. He was always captivated by every freckle and dimple, no matter how many times he saw them.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” he replied, ignoring your previous questions. “Things took a little bit longer than we expected, but then I rushed straight here. I didn’t… I didn’t want you to think that I stood you up on purpose.”

The expression on your face softened as he spoke, and your hand caressed his cheek gently. Sure, while you had been confused about where he could be for the past hour, you knew that something had to have come up. It wasn’t like Chase to leave you hanging. And considering you knew about his bionics, you were sure there was a logical reason. You had been correct.

“You could have just called me when you got home,” you told him as his head leaned into your touch. “I would have understood. But you look exhausted. You should probably get home.”

“No!” He interjected instantly, causing you to jump. “I mean, no. I want to be here. I want to be with you. Right now.” You smiled softly before nodding.

“Can I at least get you some ice cream?” It was Chase’s turn to nod.

Since he was still dressed in his special mission suit, you went in to order by yourself, and then you brought it back out so that he could eat it while the two of you walked back in the direction of his house. You weren’t going to rush him inside, but you knew that he needed to be close to home in case he started to crash.

“You really are a mess, though,” you laughed, just as Chase managed to get a spot of ice cream on his nose. “Where was your mission? The dump?”

“Power plant, actually. There was a lot of dust from the fire that almost caused an explosion.”

“Fire? Explosion?” Your steps had come to a stop as you felt your heart plummet to your feet. “Chase, you were…”

It took a minute for his own words to process, and then his eyes widened as he stepped towards you. The ice cream in his hand was forgotten as he reached out for you.

“It’s fine, I’m fine! I promise. It was just a little thing, and we managed to put a stop to it before it got too bad.” You hated the way your body had reacted to the description of his mission, and you couldn’t stop yourself from folding yourself into him as his arms wrapped around you. You knew that he got mixed up in some dangerous things, but you never really thought about how dangerous.

Chase didn’t move for several seconds as he held you until you realized how ridiculous you were being. He had just been (almost) involved in an explosion, and he was the one holding you? It seemed a little backwards.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” You asked as you leaned your head back to look at him. He nodded before leaning in and resting his head against yours.

“I’m perfect now.”

His words were so quiet and soft, you weren’t sure that you were meant to hear them, but when they hit your ears, your stomach filled with butterflies. You had no idea how you had managed to find yourself here, in this position, but you wouldn’t change it for the world.

You and Chase had only recently started hanging out, and you knew before that he had a crush on you. You had a crush on him too. There was always something about him that held your attention, even though everyone else at school seemed to think that he was weird. He was smarter than most people, and when you had stumbled upon his bionic abilities by accident, you had learned just how true that was. Now, as you stood on the sidewalk just down the street from his house, with his arm around you, you were more grateful than ever that he had finally mustered up the courage to ask you out before you had to do it yourself.

“Chase,” you whispered as he lifted his head away from yours, his green eyes meeting yours curiously. You didn’t have anything else that you wanted to say, but you wanted him to be looking at you so that you could gauge his reaction as you lifted your hand to cup his cheek once more before moving in closer. The two of you had never shared a moment like this one before, and while you weren’t sure that the timing was perfect, you couldn’t wait any longer.

You and Chase hadn’t kissed before, and you knew that he was nervous about it. You were sure that there had been a few times he almost did, but then he chickened out. Chase was great at a lot of things, but knowing how to act around a girl that he liked was not one of them. This only became more clear as you leaned in closer, and he remained motionless, his eyes fixed on you, as if he had no idea what to do.

Slowly, your eyes slipped shut as you completely closed the distance between you, your lips pressing against his gently. As you kept them pressed together, you felt Chase sigh as his body melted against yours before finally kissing you back. You couldn’t quite explain the feeling that spread through you, but when you did finally break apart, you already knew that you couldn’t wait to do it again.

The look on Chase’s face was one of pure adoration, and you felt like putty in his hands. You had never met someone that could affect you in such a way with just one look, but here you were.

“I could go on a thousand missions like the one today if I had this waiting at the end of it,” he whispered softly, and you felt your heart jump in your chest as a bright smile spread across your face.

“Play your cards right, and it just might,” you teased back as your finger tapped his nose, causing his own smile to grow.

“Thank you for understanding,” he added a moment later. “I know this has to be confusing, and I know that it sucks when I get called out when we have plans but I…”

“You don’t have to explain,” you cut in, your arm falling away from him as you slipped your hand into his free one. “I get it.”

And you did. You knew it and Chase knew it, and it was one of the reasons he was so crazy about you. For most of the day, every day, Chase had to pretend to be something that he wasn’t. Normal. But with you, he could be exactly who he was. There was no holding back, there were no secrets, and he never wanted there to be. He didn’t know a lot about love or relationships, but he knew you were different, and he knew that whatever life threw at him next, he wanted you there with him.

Despite the chaos, you wanted the same thing. Chase was special in more ways than one, and you were grateful that you were the one that got to see just how much.

#chase davenport #lab rats #billy unger #fanfic #story #fic #imagine

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purple-phantoms · 4 years ago

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Happiest Place on Earth

Modern!Reggie Peters x Gender-Neutral!Reader, Luke Patterson x Alex Mercer

Based off of: #95 from my bucket list, Spend the whole day at Magic Kingdom

A/N: This was requested by @i-should-be-writing-my-own-fic ! This is mostly going to be based off of research and memory. I’ve been to Magic Kingdom before, but only when I was 7 so I barely remember anything. In school a couple years ago I used to plan out which hotel I was going to stay in and which rides I wanted to go on lol. It’s such a shame that the pandemic had to hit. Also I’m basing this off of Disney World in Florida because I’m more familiar with that one. This is super long and not great, but hope you like it!

Summary: Y/n, Alex, Luke, and Reggie spend the day at Disney’s Magic Kingdom. Y/n and Reggie stay together while Luke and Alex pair up. Both groups try to hide their relationships from the other, until everything magically unfolds.

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For reference, if you’ve never been to Disney World and have no idea what the rides are, I’m including links to pictures I used to write this.

For “Peter Pan’s Flight”: Youtube video, Google Images link

For “Be Our Guest”: Disney World website, Pinterest image

For “Pirates of the Caribbean”: Youtube video

For “Splash Mountain”: TikTok from Pinterest, Youtube video

The warm sun rose on the concrete. Thousands of people lined up outside the gates to purchase their tickets for the giant themepark. Them and the boys waited anxiously. They were just about to get to buy their tickets but there was a giant family of 7 in front of them. It felt like years before they called the next people. It felt like centuries before they were allowed to enter the paradise. The four of them split up into pairs; Alex and Luke, and Y/n and Reggie. They wanted to go their separate ways and go on all the rides possible and occasionally meet up to get food and relax.

The first stop for y/n and Reggie was to Cinderella’s castle for pictures. Reggie dragged them by the hand to get as close to the castle, pushing past a lot of people in the process. In their bag was a polaroid camera. It probably wasn’t the best idea to bring something like that to a theme park where it could easily be misplaced or stolen, but memories, right? Y/n took pictures of Reggie first. He did some poses both facing away from the castle and facing the castle. Next was y/n’s turn. Now, y/n was smart. They bought some Disney related things way before the trip. They bought Mickey Mouse earrings and ears for their outfit. Y/n did the same as Reggie and took pictures facing away and towards the castle.

Next stop was to It’s a Small World in Fantasyland. Y/n and Reggie sat in the boat together and swayed to the music as they started moving in the ride. The animatronics were cool but really creepy at the same time. “What if one of those just exploded like in a sci-fi movie,” y/n laughed. Most times y/n was capable of correctly anticipating what would come next in a ride. They could tell that this was just a chill ride, but it’s always fun to imagine the unlikely.

“If that happens, you should just snatch one of them up, and then we just have to run,” Reggie smiled as they laughed. Y/n and Reggie were always the ones in the group who thought that way. Obviously, they wouldn’t actually do that, but that doesn’t mean that it wouldn’t be cool if they did.

Next they went to Peter Pan’s flight. Peter Pan had always been one of Reggie’s favorite characters because of his youth. Obviously before getting in line y/n had to take a picture of Reggie. God, he was gorgeous.

The wait was longer than what they had expected but it was worth it. The scenery was a beautiful sight. When they finally got to the end of the line, they gingerly entered their cart. The ride was chill like the one they had been on before. Reggie kissed y/n on the cheek before laying his head on y/n’s shoulder as they travelled through Neverland. All the animatronics looked so life-like and accurate to the movie. It would be crazy not to take just a few pictures.

The pair got off the ride and went on to the next one, then the next one, until they got hungry. Reggie texted Luke and Alex to find a place to meet up. They decided on the Be Our Guest restaurant. Once they all arrived, they felt underdressed. The restaurant looked exactly how you’d expect it to if you were living in the castle. The walls and tiles were yellow and blue, and the ceiling was painted with a renaissance-like picture.

“You guys seriously couldn’t have picked a more low-key place to eat?” Luke grumbled. This kind of thing had never been his style. He “hated” talking about the Disney princesses, he said they were too “feminine” for him.

“We came for the vibe, not the reality, loser,” Alex said. Reggie and y/n shook their heads. Sitting down for a little bit was quite refreshing. All 4 of them ate all the food they ordered, and it was a lot. But hey, they need their energy!

They sat in a little silence as they waited for their bill to arrive. They were all ready to go on more rides, but also ready for a nap. It’s too bad they were only spending the day there. A kick to the foot knocked y/n out of their daydream. “Ow,” they shouted.

“Oh sorry,” Alex said. “Me and Luke are going to be right back.” Y/n and Reggie looked at each other and laughed.

“Reggie, get your friends,” y/n laughed. Alex and Luke had been like this for a while now, and it was a little weird.

“I think they just went to take pictures,” Reggie shrugged. Y/n laughed.

“Yeah, of each other’s lips,” y/n said. Alex and Luke being a couple was always a theory that y/n and Reggie would talk about. After all, most times movie nights are with a group of people, not just with one person. Well it’s not like y/n and Reggie could speak on that either. They didn’t want Alex and Reggie to know about their relationship because they just wanted to keep it to themselves.

Then the couple pair came back. Alex looked completely normal while Luke’s shirt was super wrinkled.... like as if someone was grabbing at it.

“So where did you two go,” y/n asked with a smirk. Bothering Alex when he’s flustered was always a funny sight. He would never be able to say a single thing without chuckling or running his fingers through his hair.

“We uh-” Luke had to pause to think. “We went to go find a map.” Then he pulled one out of his back pocket, which he totally had way before. Le-let’s go on the Pirates of the Caribbean ride,” He stuttered.

“Thought you don’t like that stuff,” Reggie smiled.

“Well now I do,” Luke said as he grabbed his stuff.

The walk to Adventureland was long, but funny. Reggie couldn’t stop talking about that one time he dressed up as Jack Sparrow for y/n’s costume party last year. The same costume party where y/n and Reggie expressed their feelings for each other. The same costume party where they purposely hid in the closet so that nobody would know that they were officially together. The same costume party that nobody knew the full story about. “Guys, it literally was like 7 minutes in heaven,” Reggie beamed. “I felt like I could’ve gotten married right there.”

“Hey Reggie, do you remember how we agreed to not talk about that party,” y/n lied. They never had an actual agreement. Y/n just thought that neither of them would get close to exposing the truth.

“No, y/n,” Alex put his hand up. “I want to hear this one.” Y/n gave Reggie the look, hoping he’d understand and stop talking. He didn’t.

“Are you and this person still together,” Luke asked. Stop egging him on!!

“Obviously,” Reggie smirked as he put his arm around them.

“WHAT!” Alex and Luke yelled at the same time.

“I knew it, I knew it!” Alex cheered.

“Can you guys shut up?” Y/n grumbled.

“Yeah, are you guys going to get on the ride,” the operator asked. Woops.

“My bad, y/n,” Reggie whispered.

“It’s fine,” y/n said.

“It’s not fine,” Luke yelled. “This is huge, why didn’t you tell us?”

“You know what, Luke,” y/n turned around to face him. “In this ride there are probably real skeletons being used as props. If you don’t leave me alone I will donate yours to this ride when you die.” Luke sat back in his seat and fell silent. Saying things like that always worked with the guys.

When they got to the battle part, Reggie reached to hold y/n’s hand in his. Y/n squeezed his. They weren’t mad at him, they already knew Reggie was an airhead. This would have happened one way or another.

The four of them decided to go on Splash Mountain next. Y/n did this on purpose. They knew none of the boys knew that they’d get splashed on the ride. Perfect payback.

“Luke and Alex, I think you guys should sit in the front for this one,” y/n smiled.

“Why,” Alex asked.

“What, you don’t want to be the first ones to see everything,” y/n said sarcastically. The two boys shrugged in response.

They got into the raft with Luke and Alex sitting in the front and Reggie and y/n sitting right behind them. “So why are they sitting in the front,” Reggie whispered to them.

“It’s so that they’ll get splashed the most,” y/n laughed. And they did. On the first drop, they were moving their soaking wet hair out of the way of their eyes and screaming profanities. It didn’t help that there were little kids on the raft with parents yelling back at them to stop cursing. Y/n and Reggie sat back and laughed as their friends got soaked.

Luke and Alex were mad when they got off the ride and saw that y/n and Reggie were completely dry. “Y/n you did this on purpose,” Alex shouted.

“Yeah, I did,” y/n laughed. “So when were you guys going to tell us that you were dating?”

Alex and Luke’s jaws looked like they were going to hit the floor. “How did you know?” Alex asked

“You guys literally left us to go make out,” Reggie pointed out.

“Riiiiight,” Luke blushed.

“Yeah, so Reggie and I are going to go do ‘official couple’ things like go find Mickey and Minnie,” y/n smiled. “Let’s go, Reg.”

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kettle-on · 4 years ago

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(Oh woops, this is a lot longer than it was supposed to be, but I got carried away. Still not super happy with it, but I figured I'd post it sooner than later, before I changed my mind completely!)

Monty Python and the Barbados Fic

Eric x Michael x OFC

Chapter 4

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Evenings at Heron Bay were lively, silly, rowdy, and populous. The Pythons had decided they would have guests to dinner every night, and surprisingly this proved not too difficult. Apparently Barbados was hopping with friendly famous faces at this time of year.

Mick Jagger continued his regular visits with Jerry on his arm, and one or two pairs of glamorous mystery Misters and Misses. It was revealed through many rounds of Charades that the Rolling Stone had an extraordinary talent for both miming and deciphering interpretive dance. His rendition of “the eruption of Mt Vesuvius” was met with roaring applause, and his “Sex Pistols” brought the evening to an un-toppable peak.

Things would take a turn, however, when an entirely sober Graham introduced a favourite game of his called “Poor Pussy” in which the chosen “pussy” approaches guests and, through meowing and distinctly feline behaviour, must make the guest laugh whilst they attempt to pet pussy’s head and say with a straight face three times: “poor pussy.” When one does laugh, they become the new “pussy.” This last rule changed quickly when it arose that multiple “pussies” had taken over the room, and hardly a word could be spoken from the guests through their laughter.

Perhaps the most uncommon news, however, came from casual chat. A visiting Keith Moon explained his plans for a new house in Malibu, anxious for acres of privacy and leaving behind his celebrity neighbours. Jagger the Charades king told of all-night New York City parties, to which Graham countered: “At least in London, one has the good sense to wrap up before sitting down to breakfast.”

Y/N was sure that, had she been keeping a list, she’d have been privy to the business of every star in modern comedy and rock and roll.

The next morning came too early once again, but Y/N was this time drawn to the bedroom window. From here she could see the team of gardeners hired to keep Heron Bay looking lush and groomed. She couldn’t help but feel that with each day that passed she was floating further and further away from what she remembered normal life to be like.

Not wanting to disturb a sleeping Eric, she made her way to the morning room that looked out to the curved courtyard. At one end of the room was a large painted screen of columns in some beautiful ancient scene. Each table surface in this room was topped with a floral arrangement, antique candlesticks, and photographs of visitors and houseguests. Decades of beautiful faces and elegant dresses, men in uniform, and posed portraits looked back at her from their frames.

What was this world? she had long wondered. Painted screens, stone pediments, beaches, house staff, tennis courts, and private ponds. Marriages, affairs, and cover-ups. Churchill, the Duke of Edinburgh, Lord and Lady Something of Somewhere Unpronounceable, and movie stars and rock n roll gods. And who was she in all of this?

From the near distance, she heard puffs of exertion and approaching steps. Michael had committed himself to continuing his disciplined daily morning jog and here he was returning.

“Ah,” he panted, “Morning.”

“Good morning. Nice run?”

“Well,” puff, “it’s not Holloway, but it’ll do.”

When he caught his breath, he noticed her uneasiness. With a smiling face and a tone he’d learned from his mother, he suggested:

“Tea?” --

It was much later that night that Y/N found herself again wandering the corridors alone. The afternoon had passed with a visit from Eric’s friend Ricky Fataar with whom he’d made The Rutles the previous year, and his wife, Heron Bay’s proprietress Penelope Tree. The couple had dropped in for what they called a “business luncheon,” and extended an invitation to the Python household out for a “business dinner.” The two Terrys and Eric accepted, (the Terrys hoping they might throw in a bit of “money talk” regarding their upcoming film budget) and by the time the day’s activities had come to a close, the outward dinner guests had yet to return.

In the rare quiet of the late-night, Y/N knocked on the door to the room where Michael was staying, and a friendly hum invited her into the room. A single lamp lit up the walls and floor, and a Michael in repose who was making edits to his well-kept journal.

“Do I recall correctly you said you’d brought a small library with you?” asked Y/N from the door.

“I did, indeed!” he responded, setting his journal on one of the nightstands next to the bed. “What’s the matter – can’t sleep?”

Y/N shook her head with an apologetic smirk.

“I see, and what sort of thing are you after?”

“Something, uh... gentle, I suppose. Something to escape.”

“Escape? From here? A tropical island and you’d like to escape – now that’s puzzling.” He drew back the thin blanket that covered his lower half, and swung his mostly bare legs over the side of the mattress.

“No, no,” she started, “Just something to, y’know, get out of my head for a bit.”

“Mm, is there something troubling you?” Michael eyed the three stacks of books casually adorning a side table, and inspected the choices of titles.

“Just feeling a little…” Y/N searched for a believable excuse, “homesick.”

He was not convinced. Putting his book task on pause he raised his eyebrows, requesting her further explanation. Y/N both appreciated and hated this look. Michael, though the gentlest and kindest of the troupe, would not let anything go unexplained or hidden for long, and his generosity and patience invited her to open up.

“I’m not really sure what I’m doing here,” she confessed. “I feel like I’m just getting in the way, y’know? You’re all working hard on what I’m certain will be a brilliant film, and what am I here for?”

“You’re on holiday,” he declared with what he hoped was an assuring smile.

“A holiday from what? What do I even do?” She felt the agitation rising in her voice. “It’s like I just exist day in and day out with no purpose or point. No goals and no…”

Michael’s stare was intense and he waited for her to continue.

“…future.” Her voice dropped to almost a whisper when she noticed she’d drawn his undivided attention. A quiet Michael was a rare thing, and the silence stilled the air between them.

“So, I thought... maybe a… a book might help,” she attempted, but Michael was already smoothing down the bedspread, offering a space beside him which she gratefully filled.

“Is this what it’s like being famous?” she asked heavily, taking a seat. “Always surrounded by extremely talented, important people, and constantly comparing your own worth and accomplishments?”

“I suppose it is, yes. Sometimes.” Michael was usually very good at telling the truth in a palatable way.

Nevertheless, this acknowledgement only supported her anxiety. Her face fell and she closed her eyes, sensing exhaustion was on its way. She silently prayed for one of Michael’s rambling speeches, and he intuitively delivered.

“But it doesn’t have to be,” he began. “None of this comes with the expectation that you’ve earned your right to enjoy things. You don’t need to have won a Nobel Prize or sold a million records to deserve fine cutlery. But when you’re well-known, everybody wants to know you and bring you lovely things, whether or not you think you deserve them. When that happens, I think what helps is to recognize what’s there for you, and appreciate that there are all these things you can access if you’d like to. What’s important to remember is that you have options, and lots of good ones, too.

“And as far as goals and a future, well… I can’t tell you that. All I can tell you is that you’re already building a future just by living. And learning, and asking questions, and thinking, and wondering, and loving, and caring.”

Y/N had stayed quiet. The past few weeks of indulgence, creativity, and celebrity drama had left her feeling in a way excluded, and far away from herself. It wasn’t something she found she could explain to Eric without seeming ungrateful.

Michael continued:

“So right now, you’re on holiday somewhere you’ve never been, and learning how the other half lives. And what am I doing? Well at the moment I’m enjoying a few weeks on a beautiful island, with marvelous weather, with my wonderful friends. Together, we’re finishing up a script for a film which, if all goes well, we’ll be making later this year. That’s my job, and it keeps me working, but I’ve got the rest of my hours and days, too, and that’s when I’m living. That’s when life happens, you see, in the in-between time.

Y/N had secured a point of focus on the floor, and found it fitting that Michael’s was one of the few rooms in the building with wooden floorboards instead of the palatial stone. In this room she could be almost anywhere in the world, and at this moment she was happy to be somewhere closer to home.

“There’s no rush,” Michael added, noting her half-daze. “Life is short, but... there’s so much of it. You can stop and start and chop and change as many times as you like. It’s all life,” he slowed his pace, carefully observing her softened expression, “and it’s all yours.”

Y/N leaned back onto her elbows and contemplated her bare knees.

“I don’t think I’ve heard that one before,” she mused. “Hm. I’ve got a lot of time to fill, haven’t I?”

Michael gave a warm hum of agreement and joined her sideways, propping his head on an elbow, attentive as ever.

“And what are you going to fill it with first?” he asked.

This prospect was suddenly overwhelming, and it showed in her eyes. She took a breath and decided to choose levity for a change.

“I could work on this tan, I guess,” she playfully suggested, kicking a leg up and indicating her knees, “What do you think?”

“Very nice,” he approved. In fact, he had long admired her knees, and was grateful to the January Barbados weather for getting them out of trousers and wool tights. The previous summer at many a pub garden evening, he’d envied Eric’s long fingers resting atop Y/N’s knees, giving an occasional squeeze, and more than once catching sight of a slow glide up a thigh, disappearing under a skirt hem.

“Looks like you’re off to a good start there,” he said, allowing himself an extra-long, fully permissible eyeing up of her legs.

“And you?” she asked, “What’s next in the in-between time?”

“Well, I thought I might see what life by the ocean is like. I don’t see it very often. They’ve got waterskiing down at the bay - I might give that a go. I doubt I’ll be any good, but at least then I can say I’ve done it. Obviously a very valuable skill in London. I can see it: there I am, shooting across the lakes of Hampstead Heath. Or better still, an aquatic commute! I could start off from Blackfriars in the morning, and be in Molesey by tea-time, how’s that?”

Y/N laughed, tired from the day but grateful for Michael’s silliness. She liked this. Why couldn’t Mike be around more often? Or could she have a mini-Mike to keep in her purse and take out for impromptu pep-talks and compliments, please?

“I wonder,” he said carefully when her laughter died down. “Rather than in the way, do you think perhaps you might be feeling a bit overlooked?”

This caught her off guard. Overlooked? She never felt ignored or unappreciated. On the contrary, Eric’s attention and gestures of love came in spades. But what was it for? What really did she have to offer? She hardly expected to stand out next to her accomplished and celebrated partner and his career, nor did she wish to dull his accomplishments or stifle him. Stability would be very nice, but so too would making a name for herself be. So what did she want – life or recognition?

“Maybe,” she finally said in a small voice, too tired now to analyze any further.

How fragile she now seemed to Michael. She had opened her heart to him, and the sense of duty and the care with which he held it felt so natural. He wished he could hold it for a little longer.

Stroking kind fingers down her forearm, he took her hand, willing her out of her trance. With a closed-eyed focus on her hand, he drew her knuckles to his lips.

“So I’ve got options,” Y/N re-stated.

“Mhmm,” sounded Michael, whose lips were still appreciating her fingers.

“And I’m building a life every day,” she continued.

"Every day,” he repeated, his thumb now taking over addressing her knuckles.

“And mine is no less important than anyone else’s?”

She knew the answer, but the question brought their eyes to meet, and he held her gaze with tenderness.

“I think anyone who meets you feels lucky that they did. I know I do.”

Y/N felt whatever was left of her distress dissolve with a heavy breath. She had been heard, and she knew with certainty that her cares were safe with him.

Slowly, she wrapped her arms around his torso, and he enveloped her shoulders with a tight grip. His voice was low in her ear:

“You know, if it was a book you were after, I rather thought you’d have asked Terry.”

Y/N wasn’t going to bother mustering the energy to protest or to come up with a nonsense reason why she’d chosen to see Michael. She was here now, and she was perfectly content with it.

“I’m very glad you didn’t,” he confessed, and having exhausted all words, he began a slow exploration of her neck, starting with nuzzling the delicate space beneath her ear. Sensing no resistance, and hearing her approving sigh, he continued down to her shoulder, leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses as he went.

He was kind and patient and open, Y/N remembered as she felt herself giving over to the moment’s tenderness, her curiosity duelling with her fatigue.

With restrained eagerness, he moved along the underside of her jaw before,

“Stop stop,” she hushed.

She was fighting with her enjoyment, but this was not a good time to discover feelings. All she wanted now was comfort and sleep. She looked at her kindred Michael half-apologetically, and he shifted aside, making a space for her to lie down and sleep. He reached over to switch off the bedside lamp, and gently pulled the sheet up to cover their spooning bodies.

Out on the patio under the moonlight, Eric lay on a lounge chair, gazing into the sky and contemplating several things: Ricky and Penelope’s marriage, Mick and Jerry’s affair, and the concept of unfaithfulness. And the very nature of frivolity, and luxury, and everything he learned from the swinging sixties of liberation and self-indulgence. And, unexpectedly, Michael.

He wriggled in his spot, unable to relax. I need to write this, he thought. He worked most things out through writing, and now he would turn to his typewriter, get his musings out on paper, and try to make some sort of sense of his brain soup.

#cinnamon levels of spice #Mike Palin chatterbox #monty python fanfic #eric x michael x reader #eric idle fanfic #michael palin fanfic #barbados fic #jenny's writing

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eugene-not-flynn · 5 years ago

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Summary: When Rapunzel and Eugene are both kidnapped, Eugene will do whatever he can to try to protect Rapunzel.Including making himself a larger, more insufferable target of their aggression. Mostly a Eugene angst/hurt/comfort whump fic.

Word count: 6798

Warnings: kidnapping/hostage situation, blood, injury, descriptions of pain, heavily implied that pain is also inflicted on rapunzel but it’s “off camera” and to a lesser extent, protective!Eugene, protective!Rapunzel, Varian makes an appearance and other TTS character are mentioned, angst/hurt/comfort elements, threats, cursing, weapons, stabbing, some tears, happy/hopeful ending.

A/N: This is like, five to six times longer than I thought it would be when I started. Woops. It’s also a bit darker than I was originally intending. Please, please heed warnings. I feel like I owe Eugene an apology after this, lowkey. Edited by yours truly so all mistakes are mine.

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The fist that connects with the side of Eugene’s jaw makes the room spin for a moment. His mouth floods with the taste of warm copper. He spits the mouthful of blood at the thug’s feet, flexing his grip against the rope bindings that keep him strapped to the chair. The move is met with a throaty growl and a fist in his hair, yanking his head back.

“Don’t touch him!” Rapunzel demands, giving a sharp jerk against her own restraints. Eugene feels his own chair—back to back with Rapunzel’s—rattle a bit from the force.

The cell they’d been kept in for the past couple of days is relatively small, and smells of the mildew that clings to the damp stone around them. Eugene and Rapunzel had been kidnapped in the middle of the night during what was supposed to be a romantic vacation to the northern part of the kingdom. So much for that.

“Barely felt it,” Eugene quips, quirking an eyebrow at his most recent assailant. “But I get it. Wouldn’t want to risk breaking nail, y’know.”

The other man towers over Eugene, with short cropped hair and a scent that reeks of rotting vegetables. He gives a sharp jerk at Eugene’s hair, and it’s only by sheer willpower that Eugene doesn’t grimace at the sharp pain. The other man snarls. “I’d watch your mouth, pretty boy.”

“Aw, you think I’m pretty.” Eugene meets his eyes, his glare not matching his overly cheery tone. “I’m flattered. Truly.”

That earns him the sharp blade of a war axe suddenly under his chin. “You’re a right pain in my ass, Flynn Rider.”

“Yeah, well. Get in line.”

The edge of the axe presses a bit more insistently at his throat. Eugene knows that if he breathes too deeply, it will break skin. The other man bares yellowing teeth. “You’re lucky that boss has you under strict no-kill orders or I’d have half a mind to take your head clean off.”

“Oh, I feel lucky,” Eugene replies dryly. “More time for us to spend together. And who would want to miss out on that? Not me, that’s for sure—”

“Boss said nothing about roughing you up, though. So I’d think very carefully about the next words that leave your mouth.”

Rapunzel’s voice sends a jolt of panic through him. “Eugene—”

“Oh, you had to go and ruin the moment with a threat,” Eugene interrupts quickly. He’s hoping that the sudden fear stays off his face. “And it was such a lovely moment, too.”

The thug moves so fast that Eugene doesn’t even have time to brace for it. A flash of movement, blinding pain across his temple that whips his head to the side, and then the sight of a bloodied axe hilt in the other man’s hand. Eugene tries to blink the stars from his vision, unsure if he’s imagining the laugh from the other man or if it’s just the ringing in his ears.

Rapunzel yells something—strained and angry and desperate—but Eugene can barely hear her. His vision is still swimming and for a moment, Eugene thinks he might be about to pass out again. He’s distantly aware that his assailant says something sharply in response to her, stepping out of Eugene’s spotty vision.

A fresh wave of panic squeezes like a steel band around Eugene’s chest. He opens his mouth to say something—anything—when the door opens.

“Oi!” A different voice barks from the doorway. “Boss wants to see us.”

Not a new voice, Eugene realizes as the ringing has started to ease. He recognizes the voice from yesterday. The demand is met with a groan of annoyance, but the man follows obediently out the door, sparing a dark glare that Eugene returns with equal contempt before the door slams shut. Eugene waits for the footsteps to recede before he lets his face twist into a grimace of pain against the throbbing in his head.

Still, he keeps his tone as light as he can manage, his stomach twisting a bit with concern. “You okay, Sunshine?”

Rapunzel doesn’t answer right away. Eugene wishes—for not the first time—that he could see her face. He hears Rapunzel sigh.

“I should be asking you that.”

“Me? I’m right as rain.”

“Eugene.”

“Okay,” he relents slightly. “So maybe old Moldy-Breath gave me a bit of a headache. But it’s all good.” As long as they didn’t hurt you, Eugene adds silently.

“It’s not all good. Nothing about it is good,” Rapunzel snaps. “I… Eugene, you keep antagonizing them, and… and I…” her voice chokes off. Eugene swallows as she takes a breath. He can’t apologize. Not when he knows he plans to keep doing it. Rapunzel clears her throat. “We need a plan. Any ideas?”

“An escape plan?” Eugene asks. Because his plan to protect Rapunzel did not yet involve escape but did involve keeping attention on himself whenever one or more of their captors were in the room. Rapunzel had described it as ‘antagonizing them’, but Eugene liked to think of it as using everything in his arsenal to keep her safe. Including his smart mouth.

Eugene continues. “Can’t say I do. My hands are—heh—tied. Literally.” He flexes against the rope again.

“Pascal went to get Max during the ambush,” Rapunzel continues softly, as if thinking out loud. “But I don’t know how they’re going to find us.”

“If I know one thing, it’s that your parents will move heaven and earth to find you,” Eugene says, hoping that the sentiment is reassuring.

Rapunzel hums in response, and Eugene thinks that maybe—just maybe—he hears the faintest trace of a smile in the sound.

“I don’t want to just wait around hoping you’re right,” she replies, that familiar edge of determination sparking in her voice. “There’s got to be some way out.”

Eugene’s eyes flit around the part of the room that he can see. A single wooden door directly ahead of him is the only way in or out, as far as he can tell. The stone walls, floor, and ceiling doesn’t offer much in the way of hope for escape. From the squares of light on the far wall, Eugene knows there’s a window on the wall behind him. But gauging from the size of those patches of light, there isn’t a prayer that either one of them can escape through it. Pascal would’ve been able to fit, but not a human person.

“That door is our only ticket out of here,” Eugene says quietly. “Unless you see something I don’t.”

“I don’t—”

Rapunzel cuts off at the jingle of keys outside the door. The lock clicks. The door creaks open.

“Welcome back!” Eugene says brightly, his gaze quickly sweeping over the gruff man that steps into the room. He’s large—several inches taller than Eugene even if he’d been standing—but it’s the bloodthirsty look in his sharp blue eyes that makes Eugene swallow. Eugene remembers him from two days ago, and just how hard he could hit.

Then Eugene catches sight of the key attached loosely at his belt, and a plan starts to form.

“You know,” Eugene adds conversationally, “I was starting to get a little lonely.”

“I think you’ll find that you want to be quiet, Rider.” The voice is a low, rumbling sound that reminds Eugene vaguely of thunder.

“Ah, quiet is not something I’ve ever been particularly good at.” Eugene sees the clench in the man’s jaw. Push, push, push. “Just like you’ve never been particularly good at throwing a punch. We all have our strengths.”

The flash in his eyes is all the warning Eugene has before the fist connects solidly in Eugene’s gut, forcing the air from his lungs. He chokes off with a wheeze, coughing as he gasps in a breath. The corner of the other man’s lips curls up in a satisfied smirk.

“Eugene!” Rapunzel cries out.

Push more, Eugene tells himself as he catches his breath. He flashes a smile up at the other man, and there’s a vindictive sort of satisfaction as Eugene sees his brow furrow in confusion.

“You’ll forgive me if I’m not all that impressed,” Eugene quips, “given that it’s hardly a fair fight. Tied up like this, I’m really just a glorified punching bag. Anyone could land a half-way decent punch.”

The other man flashes teeth in a snarl, and Eugene knows that he’s on the right track.

“Shut your mouth or I’ll shut it for you!”

“Eh, no points for originality there either.” Eugene shrugs. “I’m just saying, you’re only proving something if it’s a fair fight. Otherwise, it seems a little like you’re overcompensating.”

“Eugene, please,” Rapunzel begs, something sharp in her tone. Eugene pretends it doesn’t send a twist of guilt through his gut.

The guilt is replaced quickly as Eugene realizes that the first part of his plan has worked. The other man growls, pointing a dagger under his chin—which makes Eugene very nearly roll his eyes because didn’t they have some other trick in their book?—but then he starts untying Eugene’s hands. Eugene doesn’t make any sudden moves, the cool steel of the knife grazing his chin.

“You want a fair fight?” the other man growls. In one lightning flash motion, the dagger is sheathed and a fist connects with Eugene’s jaw hard enough to knock him out of the chair. Eugene tumbles ungracefully to the floor. He wipes at the blood of his now-split lip, the sting of copper fresh on his tongue.

“You know, I admire a man who doesn’t pull his punches.” Eugene pushes himself to his feet, the room still spinning a bit.

“Who says I wasn’t pulling that punch?” the other man challenges with a grin.

Eugene swings a punch of his own, intentionally a bit wide. Eugene knows that he cannot win this fight anyway—the man is much bigger, and Eugene isn’t sure he could seriously take him fisticuffs on a good day let alone in his current condition—but he has to get the man to underestimate him first. That is, if he’s going to let Eugene get up close and personal.

Eugene’s right hook is blocked easily and retaliated with a fist to his stomach that drops him to one knee.

“Wait--!” Rapunzel says, straining to look over her shoulder.

Eugene doesn’t. He charges his full weight towards him, and the man braces for it. Eugene manages to send him stumbling back a step, but only one, and Eugene is promptly shoved back and against the wall. A large, meaty hand closes around his throat just enough to make it hard to breathe.

“Is that all you got, Rider?” the man growls. “You’re downright pathetic.”

Eugene sees his opening. He swings—wide and weak—with his left hand towards the man’s face while his right hand drops to the other man’s hip where he keeps the key. His blow is easy to see coming, but it’s also the perfect misdirection. As the other man blocks the blow with his free hand—the one not slowly crushing Eugene’s windpipe—Eugene uses his right hand to deftly slip the key from the belt loop and slips it into his sleeve to conceal it from view.

“So maybe I’m a little out of practice,” Eugene wheezes. Then he drives his own knee up into the other man’s gut. It’s not much in the way of blows, but it’s enough to get him to let go of his throat. Eugene gasps, his legs almost giving out from under him.

He’s barely stood up straight before something smashes into the left side of his ribcage and sends him sprawling. Eugene can’t help the sharp cry that breaks from his throat as he’s sent sprawling. A swift kick to his ribs forces the rest of the air from his lungs and Eugene thinks hazily that he felt something give way.

He curses under his breath, struggling up onto his hands and knees to drag air into his lungs.

“Cursing in front of royalty, Rider?” the other man sneers, his voice from somewhere above him.

Eugene opens his eyes, realizing that the blow had sent him sprawling to the other side of the room. He can see Rapunzel now. Her horror-stricken eyes meet his, but she looks unharmed and Eugene figures that’s something. In fact, her face is the best thing he’s seen in days. His heart flutters a little. Help her get out at all costs.

Eugene stumbles towards her a step, closing his left hand over her right. “Forgive me,” he says, and a part of him means it, even though he’s not really apologizing for the cursing. He lets the key in his sleeve slip down his palm and into hers. Rapunzel’s eyes grow wider in understanding and surprise, her fingers folding deftly over the object as Eugene turns away from her.

Eugene prepares himself to charge back at the man when the door opens again and three other thugs charge in. One of them looks to be a bit cleaner than the others—dark hair, a well-trimmed goatee, and sharp eyes—and his gaze zeroes in on Eugene the moment he steps through the door.

“What’s this?” he demands, but his voice is icy cold. “Subdue him.”

Eugene opens his mouth to respond, but suddenly two of the men in the room rush him and he’s slammed against the wall, pinned in place. Eugene coughs as the sharp pain in his ribs flare at the collision against the stone. Eugene struggles against their grip, but it’s useless.

“I was showing Rider that he’s not as great as he thinks he is,” the man he’d been fighting with previously growls.

The man with the goatee rolls his eyes. “Childish,” he chides, but his gaze doesn’t waver from Eugene. “Though from the looks of it, you were more than winning that fight.”

“I think I got a few licks in—” Eugene cuts off when one of the men’s grip on him tightens.

“Hm.” The goatee man’s gaze lingers a moment longer before it flickers to Rapunzel and narrows in interest. Eugene feels his blood run cold.

“I’d be happy to try three on one,” Eugene says suddenly, desperate to drag the attention back to him.

“Oh, there’s no need for that, Flynn. Can I call you Flynn?”

“Well, actually—”

“Take her,” the man cuts Eugene off with a wave of his hand, addressing the other man—roughly the size of Atilla, Eugene thinks idly. The man crosses to Rapunzel, and Eugene feels his chest clench with sudden panic as he realizes what’s about to happen.

“No!” he demands, wrenching his shoulders from the other men’s grip so suddenly and so fiercely that he slips from their grasp for a moment. He lurches towards her, but hands are on him and pulling him back in less than second.

“Eugene—” Rapunzel starts to say, her wide green eyes meeting his before she’s met with a cloth gag around her mouth, cutting off the rest of her words. The man then unties her wrists, and Eugene’s heart is already thundering in his chest but it gives a small jump when he moves to the hand that has the key. Rapunzel already has slipped it down her own sleeve, apparently, and Eugene counts it as a small mercy.

The second her hands and feet are free, Rapunzel strikes out, her eyes flaring with indignation. The man’s head barely moves from the blow to his jaw, and Rapunzel tries to shove him back but he is at least twice her weight and the move barely budges him.

“Rapunzel!”

She’s grabbed around her arms and lifted by the man and Eugene thrashes but he can’t get free. Rapunzel’s fighting as best she can as she’s carried to the door, but she’s exhausted and dehydrated and woefully outmatched. She yells something behind the gag that sounds like his name before the door slams shut.

“No!” Eugene wonders if his voice sounds as ragged as he thinks it does. “You can’t take her!”

“I think you’ll find, Flynn Rider,” the man with the goatee says, infuriatingly calm, “that we can do whatever we wish.”

He gives a curt nod. Eugene doesn’t even see the blow coming before the world goes black.

…

Eugene blinks his eyes open. “Rapunzel?” he asks blearily, before he remembers what had happened.

He jolts to awareness with a start as the memories flood back to him. It’s then that he realizes that he’s not even sitting in a chair. He’s still restrained, but it’s by shackles rather than rope. His eyes follow the short chains to where they’re anchored to the wall. He thinks he’s probably in the same cell as before, but the chairs in the middle of the room have been discarded. It’s empty.

Empty. No Rapunzel. There’s an odd, caving kind of feeling in Eugene’s chest.

He sighs and swallows. He got her the key to the door. Since the man only had one key, Eugene figures there’s probably a decent chance that all the cells open with the same key. So wherever they took her, she probably still had a chance to escape. If she’s still alive, something hisses in Eugene’s mind.

Eugene shakes his head quickly. Of course she’s still alive. Rapunzel is the most resilient person he knows, and besides. They’d been taken as leverage against the Crown. Eugene hadn’t been dealing with the shady side of business in the kingdom for long before he’d learned that dead leverage was no leverage at all. And Rapunzel was certainly a bigger bargaining chip than himself. So if he was still alive, then Rapunzel was still alive.

The rationalization does very little to assuage the leaden weight in his stomach.

How many days had they been here? Eugene was beginning to lose track. Four? Seven? Three? Something like that. When Rapunzel was here, he’d been able to focus his attention on her. Protecting her in the ways he was able whenever they weren’t alone and trying to make her smile when they were. Keep her spirits high. Although Eugene knows that really, if he’s being honest, Rapunzel had been doing more to keep his spirits high than the other way around.

Now she’s gone. Eugene is alone with his thoughts, and a grim part of him realizes that he doesn’t want that to be true. Not knowing what was happening to Rapunzel was far, far worse than weathering a few punches and the recurring knife-to-his-throat.

Why did they separate them? Eugene doesn’t know. He’s not sure he’ll like the answer, if he ever finds out.

He sighs, letting his head rest gingerly against the stone wall behind him. He watches the sunlight filter through the tiny window above him, dust and dirt particles floating in the streak of light that streams into the room. His eyes drift closed and he thinks about trying to go back to sleep.

He’s nearly asleep, actually, when the sound of the door opening pulls him from consciousness. He stays still, keeps his eyes closed, and tracks the sound of footsteps moving into the room. Two sets, as far as Eugene can tell.

“We know you’re awake,” one of them says. Eugene recognizes the voice. Goatee, he thinks. His blood turns hot with anger.

Eugene quirks an eyebrow and doesn’t open his eyes yet. “Well I am now. I was trying to catch some beauty sleep. A face this pretty doesn’t happen without some effort, you know.” He cracks an eye open.

Goatee—as Eugene had taken to calling him—is standing above him. The other man is someone Eugene doesn’t recognize, about his size if a little bit taller, but he stays back by the door. Goatee sneers down, flashing white teeth in the dark.

“You’ll find, Mr. Rider, that I am not as easily goaded into displays of aggression as my employees.”

A sharp retort—you employ them? What kind of benefits do you offer?—is on the tip of his tongue, but Eugene doesn’t let it slip. His lack of a filter before was to protect Rapunzel. Now? Well, now there wasn’t much reason for him to say anything. Eugene resolutely keeps his mouth shut, glaring up at his captor.

Goatee arcs an eyebrow. “No smart remark this time? Hm. I’ll admit, I’m disappointed.”

Eugene thinks about demanding to know what they did with Rapunzel. But he has a feeling that he wouldn’t get an answer, and certainly not one he could trust. Besides, he knows he’s really not in any position to be demanding much of anything.

“The silent treatment?” Goatee continues after a moment’s pause when Eugene still says nothing. “Pity. Though I think you’ll come to realize that we have ways of making you talk.” With sharp movements, Goatee drops to one knee and presses a hand against Eugene’s ribs. It sends a flash of heat and pain tearing through his side and a strangled gasp escapes him before he can think to stifle it. He curls around himself and Goatee lets him, pulling his hand away. He stays crouched, close to eye-level with him now.

Eugene can feels his cold, calculating stare on him as he manages to catch his breath. “What do you want to know?” Eugene growls, keeping one arm wrapped protectively around his ribs. “You haven’t even asked anything yet.”

“I want to know everything, Flynn Rider. Corona’s weaknesses, its strengths, troop movements, battle strategies. I want it all.”

“I thought you wanted us for ransom,” Eugene shoots back through a grimace.

“I wanted the princess for ransom,” Goatee corrects. “I wanted the Captain of the Guard for information.”

“You won’t get it,” Eugene grits out as he tries to sit up a bit more. “Not from me.”

“We’ll see about that.” He pulls something out of his belt and Eugene sees the flash of steel in the limited sunlight. “Do you know what this is, Flynn?”

Eugene gives him a dry look. His ribcage is still burning, but it’s starting to settle back into that familiar throb. “If you’re going to threaten me with a knife, I’m afraid your employees have beaten you to it. Several times, in fact. Do you all take the same training course?”

“It’s a stiletto dagger,” Goatee continues as if he hadn’t heard Eugene at all. “When used with finesse, it can inflict tremendous pain. And well. I train all of my men on it very well.” He leans in then, grinning wickedly.

A chill runs down Eugene’s spine but he does his best to keep it off his face. “I’ve kind of already done the whole ‘being stabbed’ thing, as much as I hate to burst your bubble.”

“Ah, but has your princess?”

Eugene’s stomach rolls and he opens his mouth to say something when he’s cut off by a sound. A scream, and even though it’s distant, Eugene’s head spins with its familiarity. Rapunzel. His blood turns to ice. His vision goes red.

Eugene lunges towards Goatee but he’s already backed out of reach and the chains rattle sharply as they yank Eugene back to the wall. Goatee studies Eugene, his expression not changing from the detached, almost intrigued expression on his face.

“Let her go!”

“Hm,” Goatee hums, unphased. “Fascinating. We’ll be in touch.”

“No--!” But they’ve left the room, letting the door slam closed and Eugene swears that Rapunzel’s scream is still echoing in the space around him.

…

Eugene jolts awake to the sound of crashing and shouting somewhere off in the distance on the other side of the door. The cell around him is dark, and it takes a moment for Eugene’s eyes to adjust to the lack of light. Dim sunlight had still been filtering through the tiny window above him when he’d fallen asleep, so he guesses that it’s some time in the middle of the night.

Eugene can’t make out the voices that are shouting, and doesn’t dare venture a guess as to what the commotion is all about. He couldn’t make use of the chaos even if he wanted to, he thinks, glancing down at the iron shackles around his wrists. He tugs on it experimentally, but the tight manacles are cutting sharply into his skin that is already rubbed raw from his struggle against them earlier. In his blind desperation to get to Rapunzel, after hearing…

Eugene does his best to straighten up, wincing at the jolt of pain from his ribs. Definitely broken, he thinks. He’d dealt with broken ribs enough to know them when he felt them.

He thinks of Rapunzel. He tries to picture her face rather than the echo of her scream from earlier in the day that still reverberates in his mind. Of the soft look in her green eyes every time she said his name. Rapunzel has the key to the door. Eugene fears asking for too much, but he hopes fervently that she’s able to take advantage of whatever chaos is ensuing on the other side of the door to escape.

His cell door bangs open suddenly and Eugene jumps.

It’s the man wit the goatee. But there’s something off about him that keeps Eugene from saying his usual sarcastic greeting. He looks… almost crazed. His piercing blue eyes are wild, his hair disheveled, and bares his teeth in a vicious snarl. Something uneasy rolls through Eugene’s stomach and despite the fact that he has nowhere to go, Eugene shifts further back into the wall as if he can somehow get away from him.

He knows it’s useless. But he doesn’t think he’s ever seen anyone look so… unhinged, and instinct is screaming at Eugene to put as much distance as he can between himself and the other man.

“What’s—” Eugene tries to ask, but he’s cut off with a boot connecting solidly with his stomach.

“Shut up!” the man snaps as Eugene curls instinctively around himself, coughing. Eugene’s barely aware that his shackles are being unlocked as he catches his breath. Before he can think, Eugene feels the man yank him to his feet, an arm wrapped around his shoulders in a surprisingly strong grip and the point of a blade digging dangerously under his chin.

“Walk.” The one word is growled low in his ear, accompanied with a clumsy shove forward that does nothing to diminish the man’s grip on Eugene.

“Okay, okay,” Eugene says, doing his best to sound placating. Eugene walks through the door and immediately realizes Goatee’s problem.

The hall between the cells is in chaos.

Metal shrieks against metal as swords and axes clash. Eugene sees the sun-shaped crest of Corona and the familiar red-and-gold guard uniforms caught in combat with the leather-armored captors. The familiar voices of his fellow guard members clash in their shouts. And in the middle of it all—staggering to a stop at the dead-run she’d been in towards Eugene’s cell—stands Rapunzel. Despite knowing that he is still very much in danger, a part of Eugene goes a little weak with relief.

“You!” the man snarls from behind Eugene. “How’d you escape?”

Eugene’s eyes flit over Rapunzel again and again, a part of him afraid that she was going to disappear into smoke if he looked away. She seemed… okay. At least, mostly okay as far as Eugene could tell. Her dress was torn and bloodied at the sleeve, there was a split along her brow that was bleeding still—a fresh wound, then—and she was pale. But she stands tall, her short brown hair falling across her forehead, her face streaked with dirt and sweat. Beautiful, Eugene thinks without an ounce of irony.

Her green eyes flash, furious. “Let him go, Fenaril.” Fenaril? Eugene thinks, wondering how Rapunzel had learned Goatee’s name. Then again, she’d always been cleverer than Eugene.

“Ha!” Fanaril barks a laugh. “You think you’re in a position to demand things of me, princess? Think again!”

“Rapunzel—” Eugene tries, but there’s a jerk on the grip across his shoulders.

“And you,” Fenaril hisses to him, “should shut up for once in your worthless life.”

“I’m not going to tell you again,” Rapunzel warns in a low, dangerous voice. “Let him go.” She takes a step closer.

Fenaril matches her, taking a step back and dragging Eugene with him to maintain the distance between them. “Ah, ah, ah. I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

“Rapunzel, it’s okay,” Eugene grits out. “Just go.”

Her eyes flash from Fenaril’s eyes to Eugene’s own. She looks angry. Angrier than Eugene can ever remember seeing her. “I’m not leaving you.”

“Then it seems,” Fenaril cuts in impatiently, “that we’re at a bit of an impasse.”

“Fenaril, don’t make this worse for yourself.” Rapunzel holds her hands out to him, palms up. “Let Eugene go and we can—” she takes another step forward, and Fenaril snarls at her.

“I would not do that if I were you,” he repeats.

“Fenaril—” she takes another step.

The stiletto dagger leaves Eugene’s throat but he doesn’t even have time to take in a deep breath before he feels the blade sink into his shoulder. The strangled, pain noise that breaks from his throat doesn’t sound fully human, even to his own ears. His vision goes white. He thinks he hears Rapunzel yell something, but he can’t make it out.

Eugene is shaking—he can tell, even despite his best attempts to stop it—and he knows that Fenaril’s grip on him is the only thing that keeps him from dropping to his knees. Then the sharp end of the blade is back to his throat.

“Do you want to try that again, princess?”

Eugene thinks, through the weird shock-white haze of heat and pain tearing through his shoulder—that he should open his eyes. Or say something. But he doesn’t, because his thoughts are little more than strings of curse words and a vague but desperate wish that Rapunzel didn’t have to see him get stabbed… again.

“Eugene.” Rapunzel’s voice doesn’t break, but Eugene can hear the way it almost does, and that’s enough to force himself to open his eyes.

He tries his best to offer Rapunzel a smile. Something to reassure her. There’s a desperation in her eyes that reminds Eugene vaguely of that one night in the tower, holding his hand to her hair fruitlessly, singing the Healing Incantation through her tears—

“Hey, sunshine,” he manages, and it’s a silly thing to say right then but it’s the only thing that comes to mind.

It occurs then to Eugene that he could die. For the second time in his life, Eugene finds himself thinking that if Rapunzel’s face is the last thing he ever sees, it’s not such a bad way to go.

“Now, Varian!” Rapunzel shouts.

Eugene barely has time to process what she’s yelled when there’s a loud pop and a hissing sound and suddenly Eugene is pressed against something soft and squishy. The arm across his chest holding him in place is immediately encased in a blue, gelatinous substance. The hand to his neck holding the knife is covered as well. Eugene shuts his eyes and tenses, waiting to the sting of the knife against his neck.

It doesn’t come.

A moment passes, and Eugene is aware of two voices talking to him—both of them familiar and he thinks one of them might be Rapunzel but his mind is spinning and he can’t keep up with it. Hands are grabbing at him, helping him extract from the vice-like grip that Fenaril had on him after they’ve pulled the dagger away from his throat. And Eugene thinks he should thank them, or say something, but his mind is swimming in a weird haze and his vision is tunneling.

“Varian, can you—”

“Rapunzel, he’s gonna—!"

Eugene doesn’t hear the end of the statement before the world spins and goes dark.

…

“Varian,” Eugene says, two days later, as he watches the royal engineer trip over the edge of Eugene’s bed in his rush to give him the medicine he’d forgotten.

“What?” Varian glances up from the cup in his hands, his dark hair falling into his eyes despite the way his goggles were attempting to keep most of it out of his face.

Eugene offers him a small, reassuring smile. “Relax. It’s just painkillers, kid.” He takes the cup from the alchemist’s hands as Varian nods absently. Eugene downs it quickly, grimacing at the unpleasant taste. Once emptied, Eugene sets the cup on the table beside him.

Varian sighs a little, rubbing the back of his neck. “How’re the bandages?”

Eugene glances down, surprised by the question. The bandages around his ribs had been changed a few hours ago. “They’re fine.”

“And your shoulder?”

“I’m okay, Varian,” Eugene assures him.

The alchemist had been one of a few people that had been hovering the past few days, ever since they got back to the kingdom. Rapunzel had barely left his side, and the only reason she wasn’t in the room presently was because she’d been requested to give a State of the Kingdom address to assure the people of Corona that she and Eugene were recovering well and the culprits involved in the kidnapping had been detained. Lance did his best to stop by every day, though Eugene was in an out of consciousness for most of those first 36 hours so his memories of Lance were hazy at best.

Between the three of them and the members of the guard that would stop by to check in or give him a status report of the state of things—which Eugene was pretty sure was just a reason for some of them to stop by rather than their actual intention—Eugene hadn’t been left alone since before the siege of Fenaril’s place. And even when Rapunzel had been present and Eugene had been awake, which wasn’t often, they were almost never alone together. Which meant that it had been hard for Eugene to gauge, really, if Rapunzel was as okay as she had been pretending to be.

“Hey, Varian?” The alchemist looks up at him. Eugene hesitates, then sighs. “How’s Rapunzel been?”

Varian averts his gaze. “She’s… worried about you,” he says softly. “She doesn’t talk much about what happened, but I heard her tell Lance that you took the worst of it.”

Something in Eugene relaxes a bit at that, but not by much. “Is she getting sleep?”

Varian sighs a little. “I think so, but I don’t think it’s very much. I make sure she tries, though.”

Eugene nods, offering a faint half-smile. “Thank you.”

“It’s not much.”

“It’s plenty,” Eugene assures, frowning at the young genius. It’s not like Varian could be expected to force Rapunzel to sleep, and Eugene knew there were plenty of reasons why she may be… struggling with that. Eugene was well aware that his own sleeping was more a result of drowsiness brought on by medicine and exhaustion rather than indicative of how well he’s actually able to sleep.

He has a feeling he has his own sleepless nights yet ahead of him. He’d had a few following that night at the tower with Gothel, after all.

Varian shakes his head slightly in response to Eugene. “But—”

“Varian,” Eugene insists, “I don’t know how I would’ve gotten out of there alive if it weren’t for you. You did plenty.”

“I’ve… never seen you like that, Eugene,” Varian says, so quietly that Eugene almost doesn’t hear him. When he finally meets Eugene’s gaze, there’s something haunted in his blue eyes that catches Eugene off guard. “That… that beaten up? It had to have hurt. A lot.”

Eugene tosses him a smile and it feels a little brittle but Varian seems to relax a bit at it. “Nothing I can’t handle, kid. Here,” he adds, desperate to change the subject. “Help me stand up.”

Varian’s eyes widen. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

Eugene waves the concern off. “I just wanna stretch my legs for a bit. I’m not trying to run a marathon. We’re Team Awesome, aren’t we?” He sits up a bit more at the mountain of pillows, taking a breath before swinging his legs over the edge of the bed.

Varian scrambles towards him, apparently realizing that Eugene was going to try to walk with or without help, and wraps Eugene’s non-injured arm around his shoulders. Varian had grown taller in recent months, and though he’s still shorter than Eugene, it’s only by a few inches. Eugene stands and lets Varian shoulder some of his weight. He is, admittedly, a bit surprised that his legs seem to hold. Even if maybe they tremble just a little from the exertion.

“What are you two doing?” asks a familiar voice from the doorway.

Standing in the threshold of Eugene’s bedroom stands Rapunzel. The gash in her eyebrow has been closed with stitches. She’s not quite as pale as she’d been during the standoff with Fenaril, though Eugene can see the dark circles of exhaustion under her eyes. His stomach twists with concern, but there’s an almost amused lilt to her voice that makes his face break out into a smile.

“Sunshine!” Eugene goes to take a step towards her, and very nearly collapses as his already shaky legs give out on him. Varian yelps, staggering a bit in his effort to keep Eugene from crumpling to the floor.

Rapunzel crosses quickly to them, taking Varian’s place as the alchemist helps transfer the weight over to her. They both help Eugene sit on the edge of the bed.

“I told him it was a bad idea,” Varian explains, “but he said he wanted to ‘stretch his legs’.”

With Rapunzel this close—closer than she’s been in days—smelling faintly of paint and lavender soap, all Eugene really wants to do right now is to pull her closer. Bury his face into her neck and not let go. Just breathe her in. Card his fingers through her hair. Prove to himself that she is really here. Really okay. Really safe.

Eugene’s hands shake a little with the thought and he curls his free one against his thigh. Rapunzel seems to sense, or feel, the way he’s trembling because she looks at him with her brows pinched together in concern.

Eugene’s answering smile is flimsy at best. “Wasn’t Varian’s fault.”

The look of concern doesn’t waver. Rapunzel seems hesitant to let her gaze waver from his but she lets her green eyes flicker to Varian for a moment, her lips pursing. “Varian, could… you give us a minute? Maybe check on Pascal for me? He’s been pretty exhausted the past few days.”

“Oh! Yeah, of course. I should get this stuff to the kitchen to be cleaned, too,” he says, gathering the cup and plate that sits on the table and quickly exiting out of the room. He closes the door behind him.

“Rapunzel—”

“Eugene—”

They both stop, their mouths snapping shut nearly in unison. Eugene’s eyes start to sting and he thinks that now, now, is an extraordinarily odd time for his resolve to buckle. The edges of his vision blur and Eugene stares at the gold clasp of her dress at her neckline because he knows that if he meets her eyes, he might fall apart.

“Eugene,” Rapunzel whispers, and he feels a hand cup his jaw. Eugene squeezes his eyes shut, leaning into the unbearably gentle touch.

“Rapunzel, can… can I…” Eugene askingly tugs her closer and Rapunzel gravitates towards him without hesitation.

Eugene wraps his good arm around her waist and holds on tight, burying his face into the crook of her neck. She’s safe. She’s safe. She’s safe. Rapunzel is holding him just as tightly, just as close, though mindful of his injuries. Eugene can feel his hair getting damp and feels the jerk in Rapunzel’s shoulders with an aborted sob and he just squeezes all the tighter.

At some point, he knows, they’ll need to talk about it. Rapunzel’s scream will echo in his nightmares for weeks, and he doesn’t know if he’ll ever work up the courage to ask what they did to elicit it from her. Rapunzel will struggle to sleep at all. They’ll gravitate closer to one another in the days, weeks, that follow. But they’ll get through it together. One step at a time. Like they do with everything else.

For now, Eugene just holds on to her as tight as he can.

#tangled #tangled the series #new dream #eugene fitzherbert #tangled fanfiction #eugene!whump #kidnapping #knife #blood #stabbing #injury #broken bones #cursing #please look at full warning list and heed warnings before engaging #let me know if more tags should be added #ksfjkdslfjsdklfjsdklfj

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unproduciblesmackdown · 4 years ago

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prompt catchup

April 20th: What are some things that allistic people do that you find confusing? yeah again it's like because allistic people can move through their Social Worlds with no awareness of ways they can mess up interactions b/c from their perspective this isn't any obstacle to them so it must be a non factor they're just objectively Socially Competent yet yknow can be acting like a jerk to people left and right and being inconsiderate and never trying to connect with other people on their terms but yknow it's nd people who are Socially Inept(tm) lmao like. well let's say this Confuses me. simply operate on the presumption you can and do misunderstand ppl w/o realizing

April 21st: Do you stim? If so, what are your favourite ways of stimming? What does stimming feel like for you? yeah it can be like, grounding, more comfortable, a way to burn off some sort of [intensity], and/or to be conducive to it, and like just enjoyable in a Vibing kind of way, like yknow, allistic people knowing what stimming is in a way like that rocking chairs are fun and pleasant in a way that nobody has to try to describe, or how they can sort of pick up on things like a fidget cube or weighted blanket as nice and/or helpful, even if most people are just kinda regarding these select stim Accessories as yknow sorta a casual novelty / superfluous indulgence.......always was big on spinning as a kid lol, enjoyed that via dance as well, there's some sort of In Between stuff i'll do like oh i'm around other people and i've simply been Moved To Energetically Stroll To Nowhere, or woops i was thinking hard about something and got excited and simply said some probably unrelated word as the hypothetical Start Of Something Someone Might Say to nobody lol, i have nervous(tm) fidgets and like, fidgeting with Objects, playing with whatever or messing w/stuff with notches or dials or just generally like, that small amount of resistance, if i'm Enthused about something it's like. i gotta get up and pace or flop over or shake out my hands....out here listening to a song for hours on end if i feel like it, enjoying Hot Drinks whether or not the heat has the practical purpose of warming me up, i will, put the end of a paper towel between my upper lip & teeth or roll/twist paper, shoutout to its versatility. might make funky noises to express or announce myself lol. plenty of stuff i'm sure i do including like total classic "oh yeah i love to do that" which i'm completely forgetting because it's just sort of hard to notice this stuff lmao. Vibing

April 22nd: What are some things allistic people can do to better support/accommodate autistic people? could be an essay which i'm sure there's like preexisting such essays / articles / etc that are gonna do it way better but just like a couple things you could do is. social model not pathological model and. listen to autistic people instead of other allistic people say about autistic people

April 23rd: How specific is your routine? Does it vary slightly from day to day? Do things have to be at the exact same time, or does just the order matter? How important is having a routine to you? it varies, there's some sorta usual stuff that it feels like A Whole Thing to maybe move around or omit, and i guess just generally it's like, if i'm doing something, i have to have kind of created through that plan in my head beforehand of Here's What's Gonna Happen, that expectation can kinda play into the motivation of even doing it in the first place, and i might have those ideas kinda hours in advance like "here's what i'll do at some point later" or like, having an idea of what i'm gonna do in a particular day, and/or what i'm going to do Next......then if things get thrown off, whether b/c something gets in the way or it's disrupted or something else ends up being done, it can just kind of be like, well yeah now i'm thrown off, and depending on how Unexpected things are, how much i'm prevented from being able to anticipate what's gonna happen relevant to my day or whatever, etc, it can get somewhat distressing thanks like. i love living in suspense

April 24th: Are there things that seemed to come naturally to others that you had to try to learn over time? yknow nothing comes to mind in particular right now lol. can say "hm everyone seems to know how to interact in a certain way from the get go and i don't" but that's just picking up on people being nt and you don't learn Being Nt, even if you learn to mask as a draining defensive maneuver

April 25th: Do you experience executive dysfunction? If so, how often? What is it like for you? What do you wish neurotypicals understood about it? yeah like every day lmao sure am not just doing things b/c "i want to" or "i think i should" or "i intend to" or "i understand the reasons i ought to go ahead and do x thing" and the actual process of Trying to do [whatever] is sure hardly smooth or effortless or necessarily doable......like oh oops more time than i expected passed, i do things at a certain pace which took longer than expected, i kept meaning to do whatever but getting distracted, i got distracted repeatedly As i was doing x......the lattermost is like, i can't really excise that from any Process lmao, there's very very very rarely going to be any Unbroken Focus w/o any breaks and if it's happening, idk how long it's gonna last, not very.......like i Cannot draw things in under an hour, non detailed / cleaned up / elaborate stuff is still taking hours on hours likely, if something was a mere like. < 4 hours it was a Very Special Occasion and just happened to be forces aligning in ways i can't predict or simply decide to evoke, and it's like, well can i say this Really took 2399238 hours when plenty of that time was me Losing Focus / doing something else for a while, but it's like, well yeah, that's just how much time it takes b/c that's how the process goes for me, and i'm the one making this stuff. but also always struggling to Start to make it on any given day, the hours of "here i go" [hours later] "Here i go for Real" [hours later] [etc] and like, i'm always having to Shift Focus to Something, even if i want to start focusing on Task I Want To Do, i'm not actually yet focusing on it, so i keep getting caught up in like, oh but here's what i'm focusing on more immediately.....but yknow also just that Executive Dysfunction is really broad and can involve a lot of different experiences re: different processes so there's always more stuff for anyone to understand besides that it's Just like, about having difficulty Starting A Task.........but yknow i think a good thing to absorb about stuff is that it's never a matter of like, well, you can Simply Solve [whatever difficulty / Obstacle] because "you can just x" like no. none of this is a matter of You "Just" do whatever okay. like oh wow great that an nt person solved everything by pointing out everyone's else just too dumb of ass to have no difficulty with something, like them. love all people having the exact same experiences as everyone else re: everything

#posting the one for the 25th actually on the 25th and hours Before midnight instead of after...they said it couldn't be done #30daysofautismacceptance #2021

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turtletimewriting · 4 years ago

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Logan’s Adventure- Go Forward

Summary: wouldn’t you like to know weatherboy.

Note: Sorry for taking a break but I’m back baby!

This is based on fluffomatic’s brilliant ideas of a tickle forest so go check out their art!!

The beginning!!--- Patton’s part

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Virgil chewed his thumbnail before he heaved a dramatic sigh, “I say we just go forward. We know what’s going to happen.”

Logan frowned and looked at him. Avoiding his eyes, fidgeting, chewing his nails (though that was more an anxiety thing) and a faint blush. It all painted the picture of a lee who was very embarrassed to have to walk into the tickles himself. So of course, as his boyfriend, he should help him, “Okay then, sounds like a plan. You go first then?”

“What!” Virgil gaped at him, “You go first! Why do I have to go first!”

“W-well...” Logan stumbled, while not optimal, he could still fluster him this way, “Okay then.”

Logan breathed in wobblily and braced himself. He walked a fair bit until the long branches of the tree were literally sitting on top of his shoes. One more step and he would be tickled to pieces. But then he could also fluster Virgil. Hopefully... He walked one more confident wide step and....

Nothing. The branches stayed completely still. The slight breeze meant the feathery branches were always slightly swaying but nothing was attacking him. He turned to go taunt Virgil before he felt a swipe across the back of his neck. As he turned around, his back to Virgil, as he had a fantastic little idea.

While the imagination could only be used to its full potential by Creativity, it of course still relied on information and a basic fantasy logic. He knew the imagination was listening to him. While he definitely couldn’t command the imagination, he could at least whisper an idea to it. Whether it listened or not was another question. Meh, it was worth it to see Virgil all flustered.

“My friend over there is much more ticklish than me, his poor ticklish tummy is his ultimate tickle spot. I would recommend you wait and don’t attack me,” Logan whispered before turning to face Virgil again.

However, that did not stop the tree.

The feathery branches started swaying harder and harder, to the point it was clear this wasn’t the breeze. They swept around his neck and along his arms as they followed around his waist. It didn’t really tickle but just the suggestion had Logan smiling and flinching as he swayed gently right in the middle of the path, in the middle of the tree.

Virgil gave him a look, trying to seem cocky and teasing but the blush completely destroyed that, “Oh, how is it?”

“Not bahad,” Logan shouted back to him, really really hoping that the tree would go nuts at Virgil rather than him.

“Oh yeah?” Virgil tried teasing but Logan only threw his arms out to the side.

“Yeah, you can see me Vee. I’m not gehetting attacked that much. Just walk through. We bohoth need to get to the end,” Logan spoke faster and faster as the branches started tracing along his arms. Gritting his teeth, he made sure not to slam his arms down. He could not seem weak to Virgil. This was to ensure his boyfriend got all flustered and giggly. And the plan was totally working thank you very much.

Now Virgil looked awkward again and his nails found their way into his mouth again. He could never do any sort of admitting or knowingly getting tickled. He spun around like someone would come and rescue him but alas no one came. Breathing in, he walked up to the tree exactly like Logan did. The soft branches were swaying closer and closer to him with his steps. He paused once the branches managed to just about reach him.

“You coming Virge? I mean it truly isn’t that bad?” Logan smiled wider as it was clear the imagination had listened.

“Shut up! I’m coming, I’m coming!” Virgil shouted despite not being far from him.

“Well what’s taking so long? Are you nervous? It’s only some feathery leaves. Nothing too much, right? Oh wait, were you weak to feathers? Right? Like soft feathers that would tickle along your jaw and around your tummy and let’s not forget your...”

“Can you shut up!” Virgil gasped, burying his face into his sleeves. Logan smirked, his plan working flawlessly!

“Do you want to hold my hand?”

“No!” Virgil took a step back, “I know you! I know that look! You’re just going to... like get me!”

“I promise I won’t,” Logan lied.

“You will!”

“I won’t.” Logan held his hand out with a comforting small smile. The branches followed his every move but it seemed content just messing about with his tie and aimlessly tracing him. Slightly tickly but nothing worth his laughter.

Virgil groaned before taking his hand.

And immediately latching on to Logan’s sides with vicious scribbling.

“AAH! VIHIHIHIAHA HAHAHAHAH VIRGE!” Logan exploded into laughter. He tried to curl up but Virgil remained strong. He kept tickling despite now he could feel a couple branches poking around his waist and one annoyingly stroking along his cheek.

“Thihis is rehehe revenge!” He finally pulled himself together to declare.

“IHIHIH HAHAHAHA AHAHHAAAAAAAH! VIRGE! I DIDN’T HEHEH DO ANYTHINGGGGGG AHAHAHAHAA!” Logan thrashed around until he managed to awkwardly pull off Virgil’s jacket so the branches could actually tickle him. His tickling definitely faltered as he actually started laughing and batting away at the branches.

But he quickly got his revenge by stuffing the feathery leaves under Logan’s collar. A burst of feathers around his neck and them brushing along his ribs, one managing to poke around his belly. Logan gasped before just giving up and lowering into laughter in Virgil’s arms. Virgil was too busy laughing to actually even hold him up and they both fell to the floor in a lump of tickles.

It took awhile before they actually decided to get up and try to walk the rest of the path, “C’mon Virge.”

“Ihihi ahhAHAHAHA I’M TRYING!” Virgil yelled as he fell back to the floor in giggles as the branches feathered up and down his sides. Logan pushed away the leaves sweeping along his neck and pulled him up. Well... at least tried but Virgil unexpectedly leaned all his weight on Logan, almost dragging them both back down.

“I always seem to forget how useless you are with feathers,” Logan laughed off.

The only solution was to just grit their teeth and get through this. Logan managed to wrangle Virgil’s jacket on again, trying desperately to make sure no leaves got caught, but Virgil certainly made it difficult by squealing the second he saw Logan’s hand come near him.

Maybe riling him up and flustering him wasn’t the best decision? Oh well.

It took way longer than necessary to finally walk past that little patch of the overgrown tree. Once they did, and Virgil actually caught his breath, they both continued onwards.

Of course that didn’t last long.

They both stopped once they had very distinct tiny chirping. Almost like a cricket but more musical and tiny. There was nothing around them but walking away didn’t make the chirping go away. The chirping was still very loud and it was following them. Virgil frowned and went to ask Logan a question but froze.

On Logan’s collar was a tiny purple bug. It looked fuzzy, like a caterpillar, and seemed to be determinedly scuttering over to his neck. Virgil gasped and immediately slapped his hand into the bug. “What! Virgil?” Logan startled.

“You’ve got a bug on you,” Virgil explained with wide eyes. He moved his hand. The bug was gone. Or was it?

“Do you think it’s a normal bug or...” Logan mumbled with a nervous look. Virgil winced.

“I think it’s gone?”

“We should make sure,” Logan justified and started to mess around with his collar.

“Well do you feel anything?”

“No?” Logan shrugged and tried to walk forward confidently.

“That’s not helpful Lo! I mean if there were bugs in the trees then we could both be covered! Oh god, what are we going to do!”

“Let’s relax for a second,” Logan stopped him, “Neither of us feel anything on us and if we do then we can be thorough for looking for bugs. It was the one bug and this is the middle of a forest. It makes sense that there’s just bugs everywhere. We know about quite a few bugs from the doctor. We’re okay.”

They continued onwards, narrowly avoiding more tickle insects and Logan almost doing the exact same mistake with the same roses they saw in the garden. It was a brief walk before they were abruptly thrown out on to the bank of a river.

Virgil wooped as Logan confirmed that they were indeed right near the end of their own adventure. The map clearly showed that they just needed to get through the river and then a brief walk would take them to an obnoxious ‘X’.

Looking around, there was a sizeable sand bank before the wide rushing river. It wasn’t the fastest flow, but it would be challenging to swim through it. Not impossible but it would surely make them tired and therefore more likely to make mistakes and get tickled. There was a very shoddy little hut a brief walk away from them that looked exactly like the rundown shops along a seaside town. Tacky but he found himself still looking at the bright colours and massive inflatable animals.

“Right, I propose we assess the situation in front of us,” Logan stated clearly, making them stand in a two man huddle. Maybe it looked a little like a hug but it wasn’t like Virgil was going to ask him to stop.

“We’re almost at the end,” Virgil stated with an obvious glow of enjoyment and satisfaction.

“Indeed. It is also getting late but I propose we cross the river and then we sleep our mandatory 8 hours of sleep. That gives our clothes time to dry and if this takes a lot of our energy then we can rest.”

“I’m cool with that,” Virgil nodded.

“The shop over there has inflatables, a very obvious trap considering we already know about the jellyfish.”

“Yeah but do jellyfish swim in rivers?”

“This is Roman and Remus. Do you think they even care about the sanctity of scientifically factual animals?” Logan shuddered, Virgil laughed and kissed his cheek.

“Okay so we know not to get the inflatables. But I will say it does seem weird for them to lay such an obvious trap.”

“I agree but with that logic we could be here debating all day. What is also important to discuss is the clue you found. By passing through the river, we may end up getting the clue destroyed so we should truly analyse it.”

“Oh yeah,” Virgil said and he grabbed the note from Logan’s pocket and looked over the words again. Not that there was much to analyse:

The treasure is kinda smelly and gross but you’ll love it!!!!

Logan swayed on his feet with an expecting look, Virgil let him stand there in silence for a few more minutes before he released him from the torture, “Hey Lo, do you mind sharing what you analysed from the note?”

“Ah, of course Virgil. Well, very obvious observation, but this is clearly a note from Remus. You could argue that maybe it’s Roman trying to imitate Remus as some sort of plot twist. While that would explain the basic wording of ‘gross’ and ‘smelly’ but there was no way that Roman would butcher the English language and use so many exclamation marks.”

“What, that’s totally a thing Roman would do!”

“Actually no. Roman is in charge of every script and formal writing Thomas has ever done. These works may be dismissed if he made such a basic mistake of misusing punctuation. He now has the habit of everything he writes being very well written with accurate punctuation.”

Virgil nodded at that and decided to just follow his word, “Well do we know anything about the treasure from this.

“Basically, no.” Logan sighed, “I’m pretty sure everything in the universe has once been described by Remus as ‘gross’ and ‘smelly’. Maybe he applies those words more often to animals he likes like octopi and rats but then again I think Patton has also applied those words to particularly cute cats so that’s not something to really figure out.”

“So, long story short, the note is from Remus and that’s it?” Virgil raised a brow.

“W-well when you say it like that, then it sounds very basic,” Logan flushed as he broke their little huddle.

Clearing his throat, Logan stood tall again, “Now, let’s focus on the right now. How shall we cross this river?”

“Well...” Virgil looked around nervously.

“I suggest we could build a raft ourselves. I know how to build a basic raft and the forest would definitely have the supplies for it. Another suggestion could be we just swim across.”

“Just swim across! Logan, are you insane! No, no way. Even if the jellyfish are attracted to the inflatables, that doesn’t mean they won’t come investigate two random people swimming through their home. Not a choice. I think we should either build a raft or ask the shop guy how people cross. Surely they might have information?”

Logan nodded. That did sound like a good option.

AND THERE’S THE ADVENTURE!

This part of the adventure took: 42 minutes.

The total of the adventure: 1h 28 mins

So what should they chose?

1) Build a raft

2) Ask the shopkeep

#TicklyAdventure #Tickling #ts virgil #ts logan #turtle writing

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ajokeformur-ray · 4 years ago

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Introducing - Dr. Hannibal and Mrs. Erika Lecter.

Self - shipping game (started by @jokersspookyhyena; thank you for the tag, darling!💗)

I’m really nervous about posting this because Hannibal is... very special to me. The bond we share is on a similar level to the one I have with Joker. The only real difference is the length of time; Hannibal has been with me for far longer. I love him so much that it hurts and I wouldn’t be who I am or where I am without him.

PLEASE NOTE -

Mentions of abuse, dissociation and passive suicidal tendencies - unspecified, just named as listed. It’s relevant and almost central to our relationship. If you want to skip this bit, it’s the question asking his favourite things about me, specifically. Every other question is safe, loves! My connection to him is raw, and so are my answers.

Word count: 2, 450 (uhhh... woops??)

When did you get together/how long have you known them?

Hannibal and I go way back. I have known Hannibal Lecter, as a character across all forms of media, since I was thirteen, but NBC’s Hannibal I met when I was shy of eighteen. I adore all portrayals of Hannibal Lecter, but this Hannibal is my most favourite one. Not because Mads Mikkelsen is outrageously attractive, although that’s also true, but because in him I found solace, peace, acceptance, understanding... and safety, in more ways than one. Over the course of the time we’ve known each other, our dynamic has always changed and it’s grown with me. As I’ve gotten older, the dynamic has become increasingly romantic. When I look back on my life, Hannibal’s always been with me, and thank goodness because I wouldn’t be who I am today without him. I am so grateful to and for him for so many reasons it’d be impossible to list them all.

Nicknames, both yours for them and theirs for you!

Sksksksksk I annoy Hannibal with all my nicknames for him: Hanni is the one I use for everything, more than his own name, pretty Hanni when I want cuddles but I’m too shy to actually say, my love when I’m feeling tender for him (all the time) sometimes I’ll combine nicknames and say; Hanni, my love. Sometimes I call him my precious cannibal... that’s for our most romantic moments, though. When I’m talking to others about him, I usually attach “my” to the front of his name. He’s not mine, of course, and I don’t own him and he doesn’t belong to me, but the bond which we have is mine, and this is an important distinction.

Hannibal doesn’t have many nicknames for me. He most often calls me by my name, little fawn/doe when I’m especially skittish or he makes me accidentally jump (it’s not hard to do, though it’s not fun for him because it takes ages for me to calm down), dearest, my love, and the most recent addition is, phoenix or my phoenix... I wrote about that here if you want to read about why he calls me that!

Who’s on top?

Hannibal, most often. He likes to push, destroy and reset boundaries in his own image, though, so sometimes he’ll make me go on top just to see what I do. Spoilers: I always nuzzle my face into the warm crook of his neck, lock my arms and legs around him, and close my eyes. If Hannibal desires for anything sexual, then he has to roll me to be underneath him because once I’m on him, all I want is the safe cage of his embrace (though, on the rare occasions I get... amorous, I just aim my hips downwards every time I shift to get comfortable. It’s subtle enough to be missed, but Hannibal knows me and his chuckle rumbles through his chest and it always makes me smile).

Who is more protective?

Mmm... Hannibal, I would say. I don’t take the best care of myself and Hannibal often has to help me. Erika, don’t you think you should eat something? It has been several hours and you don’t want to get a stomach ache from not eating for so long, do you? and other such less than subtle reminders.

However, I’m not totally helpless and if anyone hurts my Hanni, then oooooooh, this fawn bares her teeth. You do not touch my Hanni. I may be afraid of confrontation and of raised voices, but if I catch wind of anyone targeting Hannibal, then none of that matters. Good luck taking Hannibal to prison, Jack, I’mma square up and you better be ready to catch these hands.

Who said ‘I love you’ first?

Meeeee ~ , I did!!!!! Because I knew him so young, for about six years of our friendship, I used to just say “I love you” and Hannibal would smile patiently but otherwise not encourage anything, for obvious reasons. But one day, I said I loved him and Hannibal gave me the time old reaction. “No, Hanni, listen. I love you.” He blinked once, twice, smiled... and still didn’t say it back. But that’s okay - I like to think that he loves me too. Maybe he does, maybe he doesn’t. He’s Hannibal Lecter, who knows? If it’s a moment which needs for him to say it back, he’ll most often say, “and I, you.” It’s close enough.

Who does the household chores? Including cleaning, cooking, anything around the house.

Hanni and I split everything. I live with him and he refuses to let me pay rent or for food and the like (I have something of a guilt complex so I always feel bad for 'taking’ anything without giving something back, which is usually more than what I was initially given), so instead if something needs doing, I’ll do it without saying anything. Hannibal is incredibly self-sufficient and I stay out of his kitchen (I can cook well enough but Hannibal’s Japanese knives scare me so I stay out of the way and he’s very particular about the order of things in his kitchen), and I don’t go in his office either, but the rest of our home is mine to do whatever I want with. Sometimes I’ll deliberately stay out of his way and when he comes a-running (but not to help), he finds I’ve done odd jobs here and there around the home. He doesn’t thank me for it, he knows I don’t want that, so he dips his chin and eyes me with those gorgeous chocolate eyes, and I know I’ve earned myself a cuddle session later. Both of us know that that’s what I was after the entire time, though neither of us addresses it. He’s taught me well. A bit too well, he sometimes thinks.

Who gets hurt more often?

Me 😂 I have been known to trip over my own foot standing still and it’s not unusual for me to stand up and to sway as I try to find my balance and for Hanni to reach up to grasp my wrist until I’ve settled. It’s embarrassing and my cheeks always go bright red from blushing, but the heat of his hand seeps into my skin and I can’t tell which of the two body parts burns more. Sometimes his touch lingers on my skin and I end up sitting back down, not wanting to leave my precious cannibal. This was what Hannibal wanted the entire time and we both know it but we don’t address it, and I realise that either I’m becoming more like him, or he’s starting to adopt some of my own mannerisms. You and I have begun to blur is something Will once said to Hannibal, but it’s not a wholly exclusive sentiment. There are aspects of me which are because of Hannibal and we both know it.

How do you sleep?

I don’t, not without my Hanni. He most often lays on his back and lets me settle myself half on his body and half off. One of my legs stretches across his body so that my inner knee is pressed to his outer hip and I wrap my arms around his shoulders. My face finds its way either into his chest so I can hear his heartbeat and feel the rumble of his voice in my ear, or pressed into the warm crook of his neck so I can feel his pulse against my skin and know that he is alive and safe. When at last do I fall asleep, for it takes me a long time to settle and to get comfortable (seven hundred position changes and a sacrifice to Satan), Hannibal turns off the light he allows me while I fall asleep (if I wake up in the dark, I’ll be scared to the point of a panic attack and then he will wake and comfort me. This increases my trust in him and further ensures that I won’t leave him. We both know he does this but again, it’s not addressed. I trust him implicitly, which again... is all a part of his plan.) and then he turns onto his side with me pressed tightly to his chest.

Sometimes, on very rare occasions, when Hannibal has been hurt or if he’s sick, he likes to lay atop me and our positions are the same as above, but reversed. So he’s the one clinging onto me and I am the one on my back, protecting my pretty Hanni from all who seek to do him harm or to take his freedom away from him... that’s something I’d never condemn him to. I love him far too much to ever put him through that. Beasts belong out in the wild, do they not?

Fears?

Hannibal fears having his freedom taken away from him, he fears being completely vulnerable, he fears never being understood... his fears are bigger than me, so I can only love him as hard as I can every single day, without hesitation, thought or fault.

And, well... I have lots of fears. My biggest fears are the dark and... certain physical illnesses and Hannibal has offered multiple times to get me a suitable therapist, but I refuse every time. I have my Hanni, so I have everything.💖 He knows me and he knows that if he just stays, I’ll even lay in the pitch darkness for him... if he just stays. So he stays and, oh, my fear smells delicious and he craves more... so I crave his closeness and on it goes. We kind of... led each other into this relationship but looking back, I definitely don’t want it any other way. I’m not sure about Hannibal.

Favorite physical and personal feature about them?

I love all of Hannibal, but his eyes are the warmest pools of chocolate I’ve ever seen. I like to cup his face in my hands, especially when we’re sat in his study by the fire, and I like to get very close to him so that my nose is touching his and I just look into his eyes, the soft orange glow of the fire giving his dark irises a red tint... he has the eyes of a shark.

And that voice... asdfghjk 🥵🥵🥵 many a panic attack has been stopped before it’s started, many a nightmare soothed, by even one word. Hanni has to be careful what he asks of me because he knows that I won’t ever say no to him, but that was all a part of his plan... so long as I love him, I am useful to him. I lost all of myself once and Hanni helped me to find her. His voice led the way, it called out to the darkness in me, and I could only answer his call. He saved me.

And I love his hair... especially in the mornings when it brushes against his eye lashes, I... I just love him.🥺🥺🥺

My favourite personal feature of Hannibal’s is his mind. His psyche is an ocean with murky, never before charted depths, and I long to dive in at the deepest part and to never resurface. I long for his tongue to cut into me, for his words to slice me apart, and then for him to submerge me in the depths of his mind, in the depths of the love he may have for me, and to soothe away the metaphorical wounds I inflict upon myself daily (my inner voice most often sounds like my abusers, try as I might). I long to become one with my cannibal so that never are we torn asunder.

Their favorite physical and personal feature about you?

Mmm... this one is really hard to answer because I am not, ah... favourable of myself in any way. My dress just rode up to my thigh, though, and I can literally see the answer: my tattoo. A few years ago, something terrible happened and as a result, I dissociated to the point of barely functioning and I experienced passive suicidal ideation for a long time even after I escaped that situation (Hanni is the reason I left that, too). Instead of giving into that, though, I designed and then got a tattoo and though I wanted to die, Hannibal made me feel alive that day. Though I know that Hannibal doesn’t like his meat branded (😂), I also know that he loves my tattoo. It’s a physical mark of my love and my devotion to him, and of course it strokes his ego. He quite literally saved my life and I wanted to immortalise that instead of destroying myself further.

Even if I do say so myself, she’s gorgeous:

His favourite personal feature about me is the fact that I see him. I know exactly who Hanni is. I know what he’s done. I know what he’s capable of. I know his past, his present, and I see who he is. I can look at him and guess within an accurate measure as to his thoughts and feelings. I see him and I know him and I love him genuinely, with everything that I am. There have been multiple points in my life where I’ve lived for him in a very raw and real way, and he knows that. Hanni is a rare gift and by some stroke of luck, I was given him. I’ll never be able to repay him for his kindness.

Something intimate you do together?

We lay together. Not just cuddling like I answered in a different question, but we talk. About anything and everything. Hannibal listens more than he speaks up until he notices I’m getting tired, and then he speaks and I listen. He’ll cite Dante in Italian or quote Shakespeare, he’ll talk about Schrodinger's theory or answer my question do killed spiders become ghosts? And we spend that time together. There’s an intimacy not just in naked bodies but in bared souls too, and when both forms happen at the same time? It’s the purest, rawest intimacy he and I are capable of. And it happens nightly - no exceptions.

Who needs more TLC when sick?

Hanni rarely gets sick or injured, so this is me again. I usually work as best as I can through my sickness and I’ll tell him that I’m fine, I don’t need anything... but he takes care of me because he knows I want him to, even if I won’t say it. I’m the kind of person who longs to be wholly self-sufficient and independent, and I can do it, too, but I soften considerably when someone treats me the way I treat them and it almost always makes me cry, no matter who they are. I’ve learned to be strong so when I’m taken care of, I don’t know how to handle it... but Hanni does. Hanni has seen me at my best, at my worst, at my worst and everything in between, and he can handle all of me. If that’s not love, then I don’t know what is.

#self-shipping #hannibal lecter #erika lecter #erika x hannibal

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zankivich · 5 years ago

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The Arrangement: CEO’s Son/Dom!Shawn x Black Sub Reader Chapter 8

a/n: I hope you didn’t think I’d make it quite so easy. A little pull and tug is worth it sometimes ya know? idk how much longer I’ll be around. Most people don’t engage with the fics anymore and Shawn isn’t really the Shawn I fell in love with anymore. Life just kind of sucks at the moment. But I’ve got this chapter already written so I thought I’d post it. If you liked it and actually want it to continue? I might recommend letting me know tbh. Bye.

Shawn’s point of view

The problem with taking a woman to Rome on the first date is that anything after that just seems silly. What exactly was he to do now? Invite her over to his apartment for sushi? Even he would walk out on that date! It didn’t help that the second they got back to New York, after a very long winded kiss goodbye, that she’d jumped right into preparation for the VMAs. That essentially meant he wasn’t going to see her for days, maybe weeks. VMA season sparked award season in general for the music industry. It might not exactly give an indication of Grammys, but with the award show always arriving right as the ellibility period for the more prestigious honor was ending, it meant that the VMAS was the beginning of the long haul to get your artist at the top of the charts and fucking keep them there. Which also meant that just like she was busy, so was he. The difference was she actually liked her job. And he had...oh how he hated his.

He’s sitting in a marketing meeting for Sarah Leone. Sarah Leone is his dad’s bid for best new artist of the year. Forget the fact that y/n had her secret weapon of Normani and Khalid on one management team, and that he sort of had a feeling she was going to do a solo album release directly before the grammy consideration deadline just to keep the industry on its toes, his dad was thoroughly convinced Sarah was his ticket. And in a lot of ways she was. Small town girl turned mega popstar in a little over a year, her debut album was set to make beautiful numbers. Unfortunately that wasn’t enough. His dad had a very direct line of vision and that vision was complete and total domination. So it wasn’t enough to have your music sell, he wanted his artists to be inescapable from the public eye. Enter this season’s publicity stunt: The MC.

His dad thought it was a clever way to reference Miley Cyrus. Back in the day he’d orchestrated Miley’s dating of a 20 year old when she was 16 to address her rebellious teen phase. What most people saw as a kid going off the rails, was actually a perfectly manipulated moment in pop history. Except the dick cake that lost her the walmart branding deal, that was all her unfortunately.

Sarah was supposed to be seen out and about with mysterious new “it” british singer, Ty Summers. He was 21. She turned 18 just months prior. The two had begun with a close knit friendship, and were now being guided through the early stage of good, whole-hearted, perfectly constructed, “love”. He peers down at one of the new stills for her headline of V magazine, and simply can’t believe she’s 18. The cover makes him uncomfortable, makes him feel icky. No one at the table notices. And his dad isn’t even there, because this is too low level for the kind of work he does anymore.

“Next, I want her in London for the UK press tour. We’ll have her position at Summers’ hotel for half of her stay. I want pap shots at dinner every night out of the week, and I want a prompt at the BBC interview to hint at their connection. We’ll take it from there.” Jaret, one of the senior managers rattled off. “Any questions?”

He twirled boredly in his chair far from interested in the inner workings of career management if none of it meant jack shit about what the artist actually wanted for their career. It felt like such a waste of his time.

“Quick question?” He sighed popping his pen slightly into the air.

“Yes, Mendes?”

“When does she sing?” He shrugged.

The room goes still. It’s a well known fact that Jaret runs the room. He runs the meetings, runs the decisions. He’s top dog on this particular client, and Shawn is merely there under his father’s orders as an informant and nothing more. He was there to make sure things ran smoothly, but he certainly wasn’t there to offer critique. Woops.

“And what exactly does that mean?” Jaret challenged.

Shawn simply shrugged. “Just seems like if we have a musical artist who we signed on the basis of her being able to sing, that we might at some point want that to be the focal point of her career. But you know, I could be wrong.”

“There’s just one thing wrong here Shawn...we did not sign anyone. I did. We don’t make decisions on the intricacies of her career. I do. You are simply a glorified intern. Nothing more, nothing less. And if you’re father wasn’t afraid you’d run off every two seconds I wouldn’t have to babysit your ass right now. So, why don’t you let the professionals determine next steps and play on the computer daddy bought you, or whatever it is you do?”

Ouch.

The room shifted from Jaret back to Shawn. No one went against Jaret. And yet Shawn was perhaps the most unpredictable thing about his father’s company at that point. Needless to say unpredictably was a hell of a thing.

“It must really upset you that I get paid more than you do doesn’t it?” He hummed.

Jaret’s face began to redden, his nerves tighter than his balls that Shawn had such a precarious grip on at the moment.

“Or does it upset you more that I could do your job better than you right now, today, without even the ability to hear the tonedeaf artists you sign that are just pretty enough and just old enough not to get your ass arrested?” He tilted his head in contemplation. “Perhaps it’s even that one time at the company Christmas party where your wife caught you screwing your secretary in your office and stopped crying long enough for me to make her cum before signing the divorce papers? But you��re right Jaret, I simply should just get back to daddy’s computer. My bad.”

“You little son of--”

“Big.” Shawn interrupted sliding smoothly from his chair and packing his shit up from the horrible meeting he’d had no interest in attending in the first place. “I’m big son of a bitch, Jaret. Just ask Sarah.”

Sarah of course being his wife. Ex wife of course. Ex wife number three if we’re being specific.

The door shuts close behind him to Jaret screaming and lurching across the table towards his empty chair. He’d probably hear about it from his dad later. But honestly who cared. Jaret was a creepy asshole, and he was always gonna be a creepy asshole. Sorry not sorry.

***

He’d be a little embarrassed at how aggressively he yanked at the door were it not for the hopeful look in her big brown eyes when he sees her for the first time. He can tell she’s had a long day because her hair is down out of its bun already, tiny spirals falling all around her face and cheeks. But, the way she falls into his arms is enough to make his whole entire day. Because it means that after all the shit she’d been through that day, she wanted to be with him. And that’s the only thing he cared about in the whole world.

“I missed you.” He sighed already capturing her lips in a kiss.

She hummed softly against him, fingers squeezing at his shoulders.

“Missed you too.”

He pushed the door shut with his foot, arms keeping her tucked tightly against him. He’s sure he’s smiling like a complete and total idiot but he can’t help it. It’s this new exciting thing where he no longer has to be afraid of how close he is to her, no longer has to hope he doesn’t stare too long. She knows. And not only does she know, but somehow she feels the same way. It felt like a dream.

He tugged her back towards his kitchen and helped her into a seat before he pulled out the leftovers from his own dinner where he “accidently” ordered for two.

“Tiana said you didn’t eat dinner.” He shrugged at her questioning gaze. “And this little italian place up the block always gives me more than I need.”

She bit her lip and peered from the container of chicken parm to him and back to the parm. He thought for a second she just might fight him on it. And then he remembered how much she liked to eat.

“You and Tiana conspiring against me must stop!” She snorted grabbing the fork clean from his hand to dig in.

He leaned against the granite counter with his chin propped on his hand. She was wonderful. And silly. And a little ridiculous. He kind of loved it.

“Yes, because making sure you consume more than coffee in a twelve hour period is definitely a conspiracy.”

She rolled her eyes. “Maybe so.”

“Maybe so.” He mimicked. “I missed the way you argue with me about everything. Feel like I haven’t seen you in weeks.”

Her eyes got wide and bright and she turned a grin towards him that he practically ached to lick off. She was gorgeous.

“You missed me huh? The Shawn Mendes has fallen head first into a little monogamy moment has he?”

Sometimes he liked to think that her favorite past time was taking the piss out of him. It sure seemed that way.

He rolled his eyes back at her and butted his head softly into her neck.

“And what if I have?” He whispered softly. “You have too. Right?”

His nose skimmed along her neck and she shivered. He smiled against her skin. She’d fallen just as hard alright.

“Yea I guess so.” She mumbled.

He pulled back and pressed a kiss to her cheek before grabbing her glass to refill with water.

“You should eat up. You’re gonna need your strength.”

“Excuse me?”

He refilled her glass from the refrigerator and placed in front of her before leaning against the countertop again.

“Oh. I just meant that I plan to fuck you until the birds sing. I don’t want you getting tired on me before I’m done with you.”

His favorite past time was saying the wildest things he could come up with to her in the simplest voice possible and then watching the way it made her eyes bulge in her sockets. God he loved it.

This time she simply stuffed a breadstick in her mouth and hopped out of her seat to start taking her jacket off. It seemed she might be just as needy as he was.

“Yep! Okay. You can come get it now!”

“I’m comin’, baby.” He grinned lifting her up into his arms.

“Goddammit. Carbs and dick. It’s like my birthday or something!”

His bedroom is way too far away. They’ve gotta figure out a way to get there quicker. But he chuckles into her cleavage as he knocks them against walls to stop and kiss her. Her thighs mold to his waist, ass full in his hands. He’s stuck on her completely. And the worst part is that she knows it.

He lets her legs back down to the floor only to press her against the wall of his bedroom, lips, teeth, and tongue beginning a trail along her neck.

“You make me never wanna go back to go work ever again.” She whined, fingers tangling in his hair.

“I’d happily quit if we could stay in bed for the rest of forever.” He murmured.

“Don’t tempt me!”

Maybe he would.

“Mmmm speaking of work, how hard you gonna make my job for me this fall?” He hummed biting down on her lip to solicit a yelp that drove him crazy.

“What do you mean?” She asked, fingers already tugging at his belt.

“I’m supposed to believe Normani’s not releasing an album before awards season?”

Her fingers came to a stuttering stop, and he recognized that her kisses weren’t really kisses anymore. His eyes opened to meet hers and instead of the lust from just moments prior, there was...anger?

“What the fuck, Shawn?”

“W--What? What?” He mumbled reaching for her as she quickly stepped out of his arms.

“Why would you ask me that? Since when the hell do you care when my artists release music?”

He’s a little flustered and his dick is hard and her yelling at him when his dick is hard is only just adding to the complex array of emotions that his brain would surely need more blood to process.

“I--I don’t know! I thought that’s what couples did right? Like they--they ask each other about work and shit. What did I do?”

“Couples?” She paused, all of the steam leaving her like a deflated balloon. “Are we--we’re a couple?”

At this point he’s pretty sure she’s gonna give him a heart attack.

“I….Aren’t we?”

“I--I don’t know. I don’t know, we’ve only been on one fucking date, Shawn. And just because it was wonderful and beautiful and romantic doesn’t mean that you get to ask me questions like that. I just… Shit. I need space.”

“Space?”

His heart leapt a little in his chest. He’d said that word before. “Space”. When people said they needed space it always meant permanent. It meant separation. It meant losing her. And the effect that her words have on him is a little surprising, even though he’s not processing nearly fast enough to catch on. All he can hear, feel, think, breathe is her not wanting him. And in this moment of fragility for him he’s not quite sure how to cope.

“Wait. Just wait a second. I don’t even know what’s happening right now!” He cried his hands held up in surrender. “Let’s just talk. Let’s just talk for a second okay? Tell me what I did wrong and I’ll fix it.”

“No. I don’t want to talk to you right now. I’m going home. I--I’lll call you later.”

She sweeps right past him, her fingers re-buttoning the same buttons she had giggled when he’d undone just seconds ago. He’s so floored by what’s taking place and he’s got no idea how to fix it. How to make her happy. He just wants to make her happy. And he doesn’t want her to go.

“Y/n. Y/n, please? Alright, just talk to me.”

Her fingers slip through his when he reaches for her and just like that she’s gone. And it hurts. It hurts far more than he knows what to do with. What the fuck?

***

*Three days later*

*y/n’s point of view*

A foul mood did not begin to describe what you were in. Everyone had been steering completely clear of you and rightfully so. Anyone who dare breathe wrong in your direction would get an earful. It wasn’t your fault. You hadn’t exactly been sleeping well. Your stomach was in knots. You were stressed as hell. But, none of that was allowed to matter. You had work to do. So, everything else got placed on the backburner.

You’re in your office taking a twenty minute “get your shit together bitch” break when a knock sounds itself on your door. Tiana had been the only one with balls to knock on the door in days, so you had no doubt who it could be.

“Come in, Ti.” You sighed still leaning pathetically across your desk.

The door slides open and unless Tiana grew several feet and turned into a white man over night, it was certainly not your assistant standing there.

“Hi.” Shawn mumbled waving awkwardly in your direction.

He was in a suit again. But not one of the ones from the red carpet that would make your thighs tremble. This must be one of his work ones. It looks too restrictive on his body. He’s wearing a tie, and your fingers itch to remove it, to dishevel him back into the man that you knew. The worst part is that even in discomfort he doesn’t look real. He looks like an ad standing there at your doorway. An absolute vision to behold. You had to remind yourself that you were angry at him.

“How did you--What are you doing here? Shawn?”

He quickly closed the door and strode over to you, at least having the good grace to keep his distance to the chair in front of your desk.

“You didn’t answer any of my calls. Which is fine I guess. I get that maybe you need space but...I really hate what’s going on between us right now.” He mumbled.

His knee is bouncing. You only recognize this because it shakes your desk in a gentle hum. His fingers twist and turn anxiously on your desk as if he’s fighting the urge to reach out and touch your hand. His lips are stress bitten and his hair looks like it’s been the victim of an attack as well.

“Really?” You asked, leaning back slighting your chair in confusion.

He raised an eyebrow. “Yes, really. What did you think I was just out living my best life since you stormed out of my apartment at one am without a word and ignored me for three days?”

“No, I just...I just didn’t realize it would have this great of an effect on you. I guess I--I didn’t know you cared that much.”

“You didn’t know that I care that much? What the hell, y/n?” He groaned. “Why are you doing this right now?”

“Doing what?! What am I doing?”

“You’re pulling away. We sat there in Rome and you asked me to promise you that I was all in. And I am. And now you’re scared, is that it? You don’t know what it might look like for us to be together in the real world, so you’re pulling away from me.”

Well that was certainly a read. You were flustered. Your lips opened and shut around nothing but air as you sat there at a loss for words. It wasn’t conscious, or maybe on some level it was, but Shawn scared the hell out of you. Rome was a beautiful, beautiful bubble, but a bubble nonetheless. The second you got back to New York you couldn’t help but wonder if it would actually work a tall. You were still so different. And much as you liked him, and shit you really fucking liked him, it was terrifying to place yourself into new charted territory. You were scared of him. Of the two of you together. Of what it could mean. And he never even needed you to say it, he just knew it about you instantly.

“Look,” He sighed. “I still don’t really know what I did wrong. I know I probably sound like I’m being a little bitch right now but...shit y/n I just got you and I feel like I’m losing you already. Like you’re not even gonna give me a chance to try to make you happy. Is that how it’s gonna be? Cause if it is just tell me okay? Tell me what you want.”

“I don’t...I don’t know. Okay? I don’t know.” You mumbled

The look that he gives you tells you that this hurts him. That you not being a hundred percent in is painful. Everything was just moving so incredibly fast. One second you couldn’t fathom the idea that Shawn would even want to do more than fuck you, let alone be leading the charge your relationship. It was fast. All of it. And you? You were scared.

“Okay. Well I guess just call me when you figure it out.”

He got out of his seat and headed for the door only throwing you further off your game. You didn’t know much about what you wanted. You just knew that you didn’t want him mad at you, and you didn’t want him to leave. It didn’t help that a part of you felt like you should be leading this matter. You were older, you were the woman. Never had anyone cornered you in the manner that Shawn was in this moment. It was completely different than anything you’d ever experienced.

“Wait--shit. Shawn don’t leave.”

He shook his head. “It’s fine. You’re not ready, and I was. Just…Call when you figure things out. Maybe I’ll talk to you later.”

And just like that he’s gone. Fuck.

***

It’s another long night. You’re tired. You’re heart is heavy. Your ponytail is too tight. And you wanna go to bed. But you have no interest in sleeping alone, and therefore are stuck at your desk again. There’s three different contracts waiting your signature on your desk, but the words have begun to blur. You tell yourself it’s not because you’re crying because you definitely aren’t. It’s just cause you’re tired. Yes.

“Hey, it’s late I’m gonna---oh lord. I haven’t seen you cry since Michelle Obama smiled at you on a red carpet.” Tianna gasped.

You sniffled. “Bitch I am not crying. Go home.”

She rolled her eyes. “Denial or delusion. Your favorite pastimes. Come tell Titi what’s wrong while I’m still awake.”

She plopped herself in the chair opposite your desk and reached for the tissues on your desk to hand to you. You take one begrudgingly.

“You haven’t let me call you Titi since college.”

“Of course I haven’t, “She giggled. “What kind of grown ass woman walks around goin’ by Titi. Now stop deflecting.”

Best friends are no good. They know you too well. It makes it way too hard to hide.

“I….I think I fucked things up.”

“With Shawn you mean?”

You nod slowly.

“Yea, I saw him come out of your office lookin’ like a kicked puppy. I couldn't even get him to laugh for me before he left. You never really said what happened though.” She nudged gently.

A sigh passes through your lips that feels bone deep. Your fingers twitch anxiously against the desk. There’s nowhere to hide here. You just have to be truthful. It’s the worst.

“We...We decided to give it a go. And he took me to Rome, as your meddling ass knows, and it was the most amazing thing I could experience. It was everything I ever thought it would be but...he made it more. And I kept thinking that he was going to stop at some point. I don’t know I thought surely it was gonna work, because how could it you know?”

“No, not quite sis. I don’t know. Maybe you can explain it to me.”

You bite your lip and twitch anxiously.

“I asked him in Rome one of our last nights there if he was gonna be all in. We talked about race and white supremacy and I told him that I needed someone who could stand with me in all of it, not just when it is convenient.”

“And he said…?”

“Well the fucker said yes.” You huffed. “He promised it even.”

“Shit.” Tiana mumbled taking a pause herself. “I would’ve never called Shawn Mendes to be a social justice warrior.”

You rolled your eyes. “He’s far from it, now. He’s still a white boy. But he wanted to try. He was willing to try for me.”

“So you can see how maybe I’m missing the part where you fucked up. This sounds a little like a black girl’s love story come true.”

“I went over to his place and he offered me breadsticks and dick, in that order. But then when we were getting to it, he asked me about Normani, Ti. He asked if I was going to ‘make his job harder for him’ by having her release her album before award season.”

“Oh lord, that poor bastard didn’t even know what hit him.” She sighed.

“I’m serious Ti!” You groaned. “I’ve been here before. I’ve had the music exec who wanted to get into my pants just to know what we were doing in this building. I--I can’t go back there. You and I both know that there’s nothing Manny Mendes would love to see more than one his little white girls on top and my people failing on the bottom of the totem pole. We work too goddamn hard for me to lose it.”

Tiana paused for a minute and stared at you. Her eyes were soul searching, the way they tended to be. She was as lovely and amazing as she was terrifying. She knew you better than you knew yourself, and she never hesitated to call you on your bullshit. Even if you didn’t know it was bullshit. Especially when you didn’t know it was bullshit.

“Girl, I love you more than anyone I’ve ever met in my life, but you are truly exhausting.” She sighed and held her hand up as a means to silence you before you even spoke. “Now if you’re not ready for someone to potentially love and take care of you that’s one thing. But if you are intentionally sabotaging yourself because you’re scared you gotta knock it the fuck off.”

“But Ti--”

“No, ma’am. If that boy wanted to know when Normani’s album was dropping he did not need to take your ass to Rome to do it. You have been scorned by this industry more than most will ever recognize, and I know that, and I validate that. But you ain’t in a relationship with Manny Mendes. You’re not in a relationship with the industry. It’s Shawn. And that man hates his dad and his dad’s company more than you do. I love you, but you’re being a bit ridiculous.”

“...Fuck.”

“Fuck, indeed.” She hummed. “You keep doing this. You keep letting outside factors affect everything, and that’s not sustainable. You have to trust him. He has to trust you. That’s the only way it works.”

You peered at her with tired eyes. The kind of eyes that a woman who’d been scorned one time too many might have.

“But what if he hurts me?”

“Than we pick up the pieces. We work at it until your healed. But you don’t get the love without faith. You’ve got to put yourself out there, babe.”

And that is of course how you end up at his place at midnight on Friday nonetheless. Ti had practically ushered you off, offering to close up shop for the night if it meant you would finally leave the office. You’re still in your work jumpsuit with the too tight ponytail and the makeup that you couldn’t wait to take off. The code lets you easily without having to let him know that you’re there. Perhaps that’s why you finally get to hear him this time.

The doors of his fancy apparently are surely made of thicker wood, so he must be sitting right inside the living room. Regardless you hear it in this soft, muted kind of way. It’s an acoustic guitar, the plucking of his fingers just as rounded and full. It’s beautiful and rhythmic and it makes you pause, your fingers still resting on the door knob because then the mother fucker starts to sing.

Maybe I had too many drinks, but that's just what I needed

I hope that you don't think that what I'm saying sounds conceited

When I look across the room and you're staring right back at me

Like somebody told a joke and we're the only ones laughin'

You’re fingers grip tight at the door knob, you’re mind both seemingly filled with a million thoughts and yet too overwhelmed to process any of it. His door is unlocked though and when you stumble inside the vision in your head comes to life. He’s sat on his floor by the fireplace with a guitar you’ve never seen upon his lap. He’s wearing a white tanktop and black sweats. The rosary against his neck nestles against what looks like perfectly tamed chest hair. He is as unreal as ever. And yet somehow, somehow that is not the most astonishing part of everything around you in this moment.

He pops his head up towards you. His fingers don’t still on the guitar at all as he seems to pluck out the melody he’d sung just moments prior.

“Took you long enough. Almost like you were outside eavesdropping or something.” He hummed.

“I...How did you even know I was outside?” You stuttered.

“I get an alert every time someone enters my code. I don’t just wait around for you all the time ya know.”

Rude.

“You...You sing.”

He peered at you, fingers still moving, his head tilted just slightly to the side as if you were as confusing to him as he was to you.

“I sing.” He affirmed. “Is that okay?”

“How come--I mean you never said anything.” You frowned. “That--That song. You wrote that?”

He nodded slowly. “I’ve been given a bit of inspiration lately. Is that what you came here for? To bust me in my hobby?”

This changes things. And surely it wouldn’t have mattered because Ti’ had already convinced you to suck it the fuck up and come over, but the fact that he’s got music in him and never said anything matters. Because there’s a lot he could have asked for. A lot he could have tried to get from you, and he hadn’t. It really didn’t matter to him at all. You were just a fucking asshole.

It occurred to you that you were still standing in the middle of his doorway, so you closed the door and moved slowly near him. He set his guitar off to the side as you plopped one of his decorative pillows in the spot beside him and sat down. Without his guitar, Shawn was a lot more fidgety. He took to playing with his rings on his fingers again, eyes soft and vulnerable pointed in your direction.

“So...Is this it? You come here to end it?” He asked.

You took a deep breath. “No. I came here to apologize.”

His eyes flickered up to your face, a hint of hesitance to them.

“I’ve never heard you apologize in my life.”

You rolled your eyes and punched playfully at his arm, the chiseled muscle probably hurting you more than it hurt him. He wasn’t wrong.

“The truth is...When you asked me about Normani’s release I didn’t think of it as you wanting to know about my day. I didn’t think about it as you wanting to be kind to me at all. I sort of, maybe thought you were snooping trying to figure out a way that you could hurt me.” You admitted softly. “Because--well because that’s what I’ve experienced in the past. And that’s not an excuse but it just is...it’s what I was feeling.”

He squinted his nose up and it would’ve been cute had you not been so flustered.

“Wait, you thought I was gonna hurt you? How?” He asked turning more in your direction.

You winced. “Like...by maybe taking it to your dad. Knowing whether or not Normani’s gonna release would be really beneficial to him.”

There’s a range of emotions that cover his face. First confusion. Then acceptance. And then anger.

“Why would I ever do that to you? What have I ever said or done to make you think that I would choose allegiance to my dad of all people over you. I hate my job, y/n. I hate that company. You know that better than just about anyone.”

“I know! I know that. I just--fuck. You scare me okay!” You whined. “I haven’t been in a healthy relationship in years. I’ve been fucked over in my job, in my relationships, in life constantly. And I didn’t exactly walking into our arrangement expecting to find a relationship. I don’t know how to do this, Shawn. I don’t--I’m not sure I truly deserve it.”

You glanced down at the floor in worry and fear. You wanted it. God, you really wanted it. But, shit if you weren’t terrified to try.

When he crawls into your lap, you’re a little taken aback. For how tall that fucker is, he certainly could use an extra meal or two. But, there’s something about the reversal of his thighs bracketing your hips the way that yours would usually do to his. There’s something about the way his thumb soothes at your pulse point as his fingers rest on either side of your neck. There’s something about the way that he looks at you with tenderness and kindness. It’s a little unlike anything you’d ever quite felt before. And it makes you soften beneath him with ease, all the fire running out of you at once.

“You are...the most hard headed woman I’ve ever met.” He mumbled softly.

You smiled sheepishly. “That’s what my momma’s been telling me since I was born.”

“Well she’s right. But I’m kind of crazy about you. And I don’t like fighting with you. And I don’t like being mad at you, or you being mad at me. I just want to make you happy. This is the first time in my life where I feel like I can make some good out of anything. You feel...right. I like you, and I want to take care of you, and I’d like to have something where we can both give each other that. I’m just as scared as you are, okay? I don’t fucking know what I’m doing either. But I wanna try. Do you?”

Was it really that simple? Could it be that simple?

“I do. I really do.” You whispered.

“Good. That’s all I needed to hear. C’mere.”

For him, it could be.

His fingers knot in your ponytail and he tugs your lips to his with zero hesitation. After a shitty week of back and forth it feels good to not have to think for a while, to let his lips work over yours. He’s dominant even here with his tongue and his hands and his hips. He could’ve made it soft and gentle, but that’s not really what the two of you were about. Or was it?

“I’ve got leftovers in my fridge.” He murmured running his thumb along your bottom lip. “Did you eat dinner?”

You shake your head softly and he quickly climbs off your lap to tug you towards the kitchen. It doesn’t go unnoticed to you that his guitar stays behind in the living room.

“Are we ever gonna talk about the singing thing?”

“Maybe let’s do one heavy thing at a time, aye? I’ll tell you sometime. I promise. For now, do you want egg drop soup or pasta?”

You climbed into your seat at his kitchen counter and quickly tugged at your jacket and ponytail holder.

“Pasta. And one of these days I’m gonna teach your pasty ass how to cook.”

“Sure thing, babe.” He snorted. “I look forward to it.”

***

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awellboiledicicle · 4 years ago

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I want to clarify that i’m not surprised the world is on fire right now.

Like, literal fire and not just... [gestures to 2020]

Because it happens every year. It gets worse, every year. Partially because of climate change--ok a lot bc of climate change--but also partially because people get used to it.

It’s not “oh sometimes there’s a fire in summer” its “Oh it’s warm, fire season’s here. Better check if i need to wear a mask so i don’t inhale dust and have that kicking around in my veins. Woop, time to put the sprinkler on the roof because its windy as hell and there’s a fire visible. Gonna call that in real quick... now, what’s on tv?”

Like if you live in places that burn easy, or places that are becoming like that, you get used to the scratch of ash in your lungs in the morning. You get used to wiping said ash off your car because you got shit to do and unless the sherriff or local FD ring you up and say get out, you’re just gonna have to deal. Everyone who physically can leave on short notice has a fire plan, or should. Its sort of an unspoken “yeah this happens” that just...

People are so used to hell breaking loose that they don’t tell people new to the area unless it gets brought up. And it will probably only get brought up when a burn ban happens and someone from like new york has to process that yes, your bonfire WILL spread if you don’t make a pit/don’t watch for embers, and yes you will be why someone loses their home and possibly their life.

This is such a fact of life out here that indifference is the default. It cannot be the default.

Even if covid19 didn’t happen, we’d still be seeing the spike in homeless and elderly people succumbing to heat stroke and smoke inhalation. Because trust me, if you live out here and haven’t thought about getting a mask for the smoke, you’re already well aware of how shitty you feel after going outside in summer. And people still don’t take THAT seriously, even when standing outside gets you a layer of ash. We’re seeing people getting dehydrated and having heatstroke because they don’t account for how godawful hot it gets, or how hard the sun hits here. And people assume thats normal. Just because its common, we can’t let people view this as ok.

There are always going to be people who will fight a fire to protect their family, their community. There are always brave people willing to do that, because humans generally like to not roast to death if we can help it. But there’s not always enough people where they’re needed, and if there’s a need there needs to be pay so people can feel okay taking off from work to go keep people safe. Pay periods have been getting worse over the last decade, not to mention the reliance on prison crews---which are a whole different kettle of fish labeled slavery and being blocked from later employment-- means there isn’t that security. So people stay home, so fires don’t get fought or they get fought by fewer people over longer hours. Which leads to 18 hour days in heavy gear, in situations you can very much die in, with 4 hours free to eat, sleep, and take a piss. Maybe. This leads to accidents, and general shitty working conditions, and things get even more dangerous. Sickness in the camp--because they bring together hundreds of people into a small area--is a common issue, and with covid everyone sits there for 2 weeks if they can to get paid, then track it home or they’ve tracked it from home and go down on the fireline.

The mismanagement of not only the land in this country--and im limiting my scope here, because this is what i know--has been happening for a long time. This has been decades in the making, and its only going to get worse.

Because in real life, fire season isn’t a one and done where the heroic firefighters put down the blaze and go home.

The fire season comes, people risk their lives for a paycheck they can’t really 100% trust will come. The burn scars are open to erosion, and if you get a lot of rain--which is common in high fire danger areas because big rain leads to rapid plant growth which then dies and leaves fuel-- you then get mudslides. Even without a lot of rain, you can get landslides because the roots of everything growing there have died. You end up with flooding because theres nothing else absorbing rainwater, so the ground gets saturated faster. Then the abundance of water means more growth that gets cut off once the water dries, which means a bumper crop of fuel. Which means worse fires.

Unlike in a movie, or the sort of apathy induced assumption that it just happens and stops, these things compound.

I haven’t been surprised about these things for almost two decades. Part of this is because i’ve had to personally help my parents out of what they wore to a fire because they were fighting for 20 hours and physically can’t take their own boots off. I’ve watched kids while their parents were on firelines for days, sleeping in the cabs of engines because the 20 min nap where they could be back on the line sooner was better than taking the resources to leave. I’ve sheltered people in my house as we watched fire take over the nearby mountains, and had meetings on evacuation plans.

I have the privilege of information, and therefore i have the privilege to know how much is just not possible to know without a concentrated effort to know.

This country, and honestly the world but i don’t have that kind of reach, needs to do better in a lot of things. But one that would be painfully easy would be awareness campaigns. Send people out to thin brush and trim back tree limbs so its harder for a fire to spread through branches. Better funding for departments and a more united front on how to respond to fires.

I just wanted to clarify, because the nature of informative posts can occasionally lead to discontent being read as a reaction to new information instead of a continued disquiet. Fancy shit aside, i know shits fucked and it hurts knowing that shits fucked. Because there are steps that could be taken but they’re not because money and also because that would mean admitting people need help and god knows people in charge don’t want to hear that.

I’m tired and i’m positive there are legions of people much more fed up with this shit. Stay safe and watch out for one another

#mok rant #idk man #wildfires #long post

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neonnhoney-rec · 5 years ago

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Kim Taehyung

Here are a few taehyung recs, most of them I’ve read and love, some are in my TBR. Tbh most of them are smut, but some are fluff and angst mostly angst. I will keep updating this woop woop.

I hope you enjoy tehee!

Buzzed- @junqkook

you spend weeks sulking after having sex with your best friend, but a party changes everything.

863 tokyo centre- @becomingbts

Not much of one, just Taehyung fingering you on a bus at 2am

Hush, hush- @becomingbts

Taehyung makes sure you don’t focus on your insecurities during your first time. To do this he blindfolds you, leaving you slave to your now heightened senses so you ignore your racing thoughts.

Headcase- @becomingbts

Movie night, blankets and hands. What more could go wrong? Oh right, possibly getting caught and all. Well, too bad Taehyung couldn’t care less about that.

Request: taehyung wants to cuddle but you leave- @minyoongimakesmefeelthings

Of lace and lust- @hobidreams

friendship rule number one: don’t imagine how amazing your best friend’s cock would feel inside you. except that’s all you can think about after accidentally discovering taehyung’s kink for panties. specifically, the lacy ones you’re so fond of wearing.

Cheeky- @guksthighs

“Want some vanilla?” Taehyung groaned before he pulled you up by the hand you were offering and took a bite of it, his gaze piercing yours before his hand was on the small of your back and he pulled you into a kiss tasting like vanilla and salt.

Tae gets jealous when you go on a date- @minstrivia

says it on the tin

Let’s marvin gaye- @minstrivia

it’s valentine’s day. and it’s due time he shows you how it feels to make love.

See you- @gimmesumsuga

Taehyung notices you at a concert, and can’t help but want to see you again.

Slowdance on the inside- @floralseokjin

Taehyung has liked you as long as he can remember. He’s unsure when the line blurred from friendship to romantically, but it’s about to get a lot worse when he’s forced to watch you date his friend, Jungkook…

Under the taeble- @functioningishardforme

getting a little handsy under the table

Four’s a crowd- @guksthighs

As a birthday present your boyfriends Jimin and Taehyung take you for a special stripping show, little do they know how attracted you’ll be to the officer and the acts you’ll be performing to win this new man’s heart and cock.

Playing to win- @tayegi

Taekook friends-with-benefits threesome/porn without plot nonsense

Sapphire- @writingseoul

playing video games with tae ends up a little differently then you thought

A freindly favour- @baeseoul

you help tae out before his date

baby,baby- @hobiwonder

When you’ve run out of savings to continue on to the last semester of your Bachelors - you take an unorthodox route. Helping a desperate couple have a child and getting paid for it? Heck yeah. But what do you know - it wasn’t as easy as it sounds.

Talk- @taehyungforreal

Finals week is kicking your ass, thank goodness you have a friend to help you relieve some stress. It’s a great arrangement, as long as no one finds out… as long as you don’t catch feelings. What could go wrong?

Clair de lune- @taehyungforreal

being rewritten at the moment

Sore loser- @kingsuckjin

It’s game night with the maknae line. You team up as always with Jimin and Jungkook to beat your best friend and crush, Kim Taehyung. It’s all fun and games until this time he gets mad and decides to play a little game with just the two of you alone in his room.

Plan V- @taesbetch

When y/n can’t seem to find love she turns to her playboy best friend to help her find someone to lose her virginity too. However, fate has other plans

Breath of spring- @cupofteaguk

he works with color all day, but you just might be the brightest thing he’s ever laid his eyes on.

Corruption- @95boysbe

DOM tae takes your virginity

Laundry day- @hobidreams

taehyung discovers the surprise you left for him.

I belong to you - @jessikahathaway

you have rare blood, a deadly secret in the world that's run by vampires. Your family learns the risk the hard way and when your taken away to the highest ranking vampires in the world, your shocked at the decision you have to make, but its okay as one vampire in particular takes your fancy.

Obsidian- @kpopfanfictrash

The world of magic is divided into dark and light, witches and warlocks, choice and fate. You’re a prodigy of light, a witch who works within the police force. You’ve heard of Taehyung in passing, spoken in whispers as the warlock of dark who has the world holding it’s breath. All this changes on the night you’re assigned as security for a mysterious singer named V and you come face to face with Taehyung himself. What happens after that might be fate. (so good guys)

Silk and skin- @kpopfanfictrash

You and your boyfriend, Taehyung, are playing a game of truth or dare when a very distinctive kink emerges from the fray.

Drawing darcy- @kpopfanfictrash

Tae loves taking random photos of you secretly, and one day when you’re looking through his phone you find out

Impatient- @bxebxee

You are honor-bound to do your duty as a princess and marry for the good of the kingdom. Marriage, like many things in your life, is meant to serve a purpose. But you know you should be grateful because there are far worse fates than being engaged to marry Prince Taehyung.

Coming home- @taetaesource

Taehyung as a single parent. He was looking for a babysitter to help him raise his kid and then he met you.

Heart is where home is- @gukyi

somehow, when you woke up this morning, you didn’t really picture yourself falling in love with the attractive, well-read traveller sitting next to you on the plane, but a missed connection and an alarming amount of hand-holding later, you find that you both get a lot more than what you paid for.

Can you see my pulse- @rohobi

You fell in love with Kim Taehyung during Medical School. Now living totally different lives in completely different hospitals, you’re pulled together again as if by fate during a code black when someone plants a bomb in your hospital.

when you least expect it- @johobi

You’re in love with your childhood friend, Taehyung. The problem is, you treasure your friendship with him far too much to ever risk losing it. Oh, and he’s quite the Casanova. At your wits’ end with feelings you can no longer hide as diligently as you once did, you ask him to set you up with someone, anyone, in a last ditch attempt to avoid a heartbreaking conversation.

Electric lovers- @submissive-bangtan

An epidemic breaks out. The world is plunged into chaos. One giant corporation seizes its chance and puts you into quarantine, promising to heal the symptoms you begin to show. Just before you agree to undergo the crucial surgery, an android named Taehyung reveals the truth about the illness to you. A truth that makes you want to escape with him.

Babysitter- @kz-i-co

You were visiting home for the weekend to find out that your parents have hired a new babysitter. (jjk version aswell)

Shy lover- @squishyjiminnie

You’re popular and he’s painfully shy, he acts like he hates you but what if he thinks a lot more of you than you think?

Tempting- @kinktae

Y/N is an angel and a good one at that. She steers clear of the seven deadly sins, especially lust. She is out performing her duties when she runs into a demon. Luckily for her, that demon, Taehyung, doesn’t seem to buy into that whole “Angels and Demons are sworn enemies” idea. But unluckily for her, Taehyung just so happens to be the very embodiment of sin. Especially lust.

Or, “For someone who is meant to be so pure, you sure are dirty, angel.”

Who cares- @floralseokjin

what happens when Taehyung falls for someone who’s already taken? Can he control his feelings or will they take over and render him powerless? In the end is it all her fault or his…?

Wings- @bangtangurlarmy

He tells to nobody in particular as to why he is on Earth.

Third boy is the charm- @sangsanghaebwa

With Namjoon as your sweetheart roommate and Jimin as your adorable bestfriend, who you openly crush on, things still somehow remained easy, until Taehyung entered your life.

Fifteen minutes- @btssmutgalore

you don’t do dates - all you give guys is fifteen minutes to see if they can impress you, and Taehyung’s fifteen minutes have just started.

The counselor- @dom-joonie

You’ve been feeling a bit…depressed. At your friends recommendation, you go to see a counselor, but…he’s a lot more than you expected.

Enemy- @btssmutgalore

Taehyung may be cocky, but he has every reason to be. After all, he never gets turned down by women – at least not until he meets you.

Pluto- @katobobato

y/n has always had a knack for getting herself into trouble. She is no stranger to danger, what with being a member of one of the biggest gangs in the country. Not only is she a member but she is dating their leader, Jeon Jungkook. Things get heated, however, when she is abducted by a rival gang that hopes to use her as a way to get to Jungkook. Will her kidnapper, the ruthless Kim Taehyung himself, be able to subdue the snarky gangster or will she put up a fight to the end?

“134340?“.

Begin again- @writtenyoongi

things had been tough since your divorce from yoongi, you were still heartbroken over losing him whilst trying to balance being a single mother and providing the best you could for your daughter. when kim taehyung enters your life you start to learn how to love again, but the beautiful man is not without his own source of heartbreak.

Curious- @honeymoonjin

Taehyung confides in you and your boyfriend Yoongi that he might be bi, and the two of you offer to let him experiment with you to find out.

Upstream colour- @honeymoonjin

welcome to the first Upstream Colour drabble! please do not read this until after you finish UC, which is available to read here. Word count of this is 426. Mentions of sexual content, non-explicit. Otherwise it’s just fluff. Taehyung x reader

Somebody else- @jamaisjoons

yoongi doesn’t want you anymore. but he can’t stand watching you with someone else.

Multiverse- @jungkookiebus

what if…what if you found a tear in the universe? in a world where parallel universes seemingly don’t exist, there appears to be an overlap. what you had previously believed to be a haunting has now turned into something else, something tangible. everything you thought you knew about reality is about to be upturned and crumbled like a house of cards.

Stealing the bite- @wildernessuntothemselves

In a world populated by the supernatural, witches were the most despised and mistrusted of creatures. Everyone desired to make use of their powers but no one was willing to be seen openly conferring with them. And so there came to pass a heinous practice: Small covens of witches were isolated and kept under wraps in every kingdom, to be utilized when needed, and kept under close watch to prevent them from rebelling. Growing up in a kingdom ruled by werewolves, abuse and scorn were a fact of life, but you were determined to put an end to it. You devised a devious plan to gain power, and it involved a certain prince.

Clandestine- @ditzymax

As a professional assassin, Kim Kinsoo has many shrouded secrets in her life. Some of them she shares openly with her loving boyfriend, but there are other things he must never know…

Insomnia- @hobiwonder

this is being rewritten

Dirty dishes- @jaysdimples

when your boyfriend can’t seem to keep his hands to himself so he stirs up a little trouble in the kitchen while everyone else is a few feet away in the next room

Dalliance- @jvnghxope

The Association sends you to your first mission alone and you encounter a Pureblood ⎯a race you believed were extinct⎯ who is in the mood to play.

Freak- @kissmetae

your crush on your best friend was obvious and so was his. but as you took the next step together things turned out completely different. an accident caused an unbreakable bond and you found out about the secret he had kept from you for so long. a secret that put you in danger, forcing you to run away from him.

but the bond brought with it more than you both thought... to put it charmingly, your blood thirsty lover was thirsty for far more than just blood and the world you once knew turned into something completely different

Lavender flowers- @kissmetae

it all started when your boyfriend starting showing weird and abnormal behaviour...

at first it wasn't anything beyond the ordinary but as it gradually got worse and worse you were getting really worried...he couldn’t sleep and kept waking up in the middle of the night. but one morning was worse than others... and it would be the start of new encounters and a big change for both you...

Freedom- @tayegi

fleeing form your wedding you get into a little trouble with a certain vampire

Hung, open the door- @gotmetalkinginmysleep

You’ve been keeping the boys awake with your moaning for months thanks to Yoongi. Tae and Jungkook want to find out why.

The doms next door- @tatertotthethot

in which you unknowingly accept the offer to become a tattoo model for the two, sexually-crazed men next door.

Once bitten, twice shy- @pbandjk

You met Taehyung in college and he convinces you to move to his hometown with him. The town is nice, Taehyung’s friends are great, and you get along with everyone except Jungkook. You can’t seem to figure out what you’ve done to make him not like you, and why did you care so much? Also, why did none of them ever get cold?

Push your buttons- @littlemisskookie

You return to your childhood home in an attempt to uncover your past, despite the fact it seems as though everyone’s determined to keep it hidden.

Sehebon- @httpjeon

you find yourself on izo huen, home to the sehebon. luckily for you, you’ve arrived at an interesting time.

Thursday night- @sinsforjeon

You do a lot of things on a Thursday night but what you were doing right now was something you weren’t used to, not that you were complaining.

Flower arrangements- @iq-biased

From the moment you met Taehyung, his flourish for life drew you in completely. It wasn’t long before you fell head over heals for the tattoo artist who was so wrong for you, it felt right. But your story hasn’t always been an easy one, and just recently it’s become a whole lot more complicated…

Overworked and sequel- @iq-biased

A stressful weak teaching has you turning to your colleague for help.

Wrapped around- @jjkfire

Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

Summerboy- @koyamuses

In the mid-July heat, you find yourself unable to tear your gaze from the pool boy, whose skin glistens beneath rivulets of water as he sets about to clean your pool.

The talk- @kittae

A drabble series where Taehyung is a successful artistic erotica actor but has to expand his areas of expertise in the rapidly evolving world of adult film. Lost and inexperienced in everything that doesn’t involve classy settings, flattering lighting and romantic scripts, he basically has to start from scratch to make it in the online porn community. As a highly demanded A-lister in that community, you take him under your wings (or better yet, between your legs).

Always together- @kittae

having a romantic night with your life long lover and friend

New tricks- @geniuslab

When your newly adopted puppy turns out to be a lot more work than you expected, a cute dog trainer comes to the rescue. You soon become friends, but you begin to realize friendship might not be all you want.

Try my luck- @drquinzelharleen

When your sister passed away a few years ago you took in her two kids, Yoongi and Jimin. You were happy to do it. Now Jimin was going into kindergarten and you were so worried. But when Jimin comes home talking about his new kindergarten teacher, Taetae everyday. You start to wonder who this man is. Turns out he was just what your little family needed.

Slip through the seams- @deerguk

your locomotion is not that of a normal human being, rather it is to extent of physically being able to transport from one place to another. normally, your seams slip you into locations that you are familiar with, but when you unexpectedly happen upon the apartment of Kim Teahyung in Seoul, south korea- your ability that you have always deemed a curse begins to feel more like a blessing in disguise

Lucy- @gamerguk

after reading a few more titles of the videos you’ve uploaded, taehyung has come to the conclusion that you’re the hottest fucking dumbass he’s ever seen and so desperately wants to fuck.

The roommate- @jjungkookislife

y/n is desperate to find a place to live in her city when her best friend, jimin suggests she moves in with his friend Jungkook (poly au)

Addicted to your touch- @jjungkookislife

spending valentines with your boyfriends

change- @junghelioseok

a kind, handsome stranger makes you question your deteriorating relationship

Heaven- @pjm-com

Being an angel who is dating a demon wasn’t easy in your community especially when everyone weighs in.

Petals- @katobobato

Every day the same boy with fluffy brown hair steps foot into y/n’s flower shop. He never buys any of the flowers, no, he just takes his time inspecting them all, taking in the heavenly scents. One day, however, he doesn’t come in. y/n wonders what happened to him until she bumps into him on her way home, surrounded by dying plants.

“The flowers get sad when you don’t look after yourself“.

Dick and go- @jeonggukingdom

It was all shits and giggles when you and Taehyung were desperate seniors in High School, having no idea what to do with your lives, wondering if you’d ever find a decent job or even graduate in the first place. It is not so funny anymore when you come home from the big city to enjoy your vacation time and you find his sex-shop right in front of the house you grew up in when you were a kid. “If nothing works out I’m just gonna open a sex shop and call it something obnoxious like ‘Dick on the Go’ or something with a stupid zucchini logo flashing on top of the building.” He had said one time. Shit, you had no idea he actually meant it.

All that is gold- @winetae

As a college student struggling to make ends meet, Taehyung resorts to a less than ethical method to satisfy his appetite for expensive treats. The last thing he wants is for you to find out how he acquires the Gucci in his closet… however this proves to be difficult when you are his roommate.

↳ or : Taehyung is a sugar baby and somehow thinks he can keep this a secret

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mxrcayong · 5 years ago

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let it unfold - chapter three

chapter three;

day one:

“Oh my God.” Both Katie and Mark gaped in awe at their AirBnB. It was an entire flat with beautiful views of Vancouver city. The living room had two couches and a TV. It was then connected to a single bedroom with a queen bed and a den with another sofa bed.

Katie dropped her suitcase on the floor, jumping onto the couch – making Mark laugh. “I get the den.” She claimed. She wanted Mark to have the bedroom; after all, this trip was for him – not for her. She’d do whatever she can to make sure he’s getting the most of this experience.

“Yo, no” Mark quickly interjected, “Bro, I made-.”

“No, no, no” Katie stood up, now walking over the dumbstruck Mark standing and rejecting her claim. “No, no, no” She continued to repeat, now standing in front of Mark and playfully slapping Mark’s chest. He smiled; chuckling at the sight of his best friend, whose hair was messy from falling asleep on the plane and she refused to wear make-up with as she was flying and didn’t see the point. “Now,” She started, letting out a huff. “Let’s shower, get ready, and grab some bikes, yeah?”

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Everything felt perfect.

The sea breeze was intoxicating, the smell of salt water was welcoming. Katie was biking ahead, and as there were a lack of cars on the road, took her hands off the handles and held her arms wide open in the air. Mark couldn’t help but chuckle, but follow her leading – screaming ‘woop’ alongside the motion.

“I hope you know I have no clue where I’m biking!” Katie shouted over her shoulder, putting her hands back on the handles as she felt her balance falter.

Mark smiled to himself. He had no place he was required to be, he had no place he wanted to go in particular. “Me either!” Katie looked back at him in shock, nervous that they’re going nowhere. “We’re free!”

Her heart warmed. He was free. She didn’t hate K-Pop; she loves it, but she knows how grueling their schedules are. From 8am to mostly midnights, they’re monitored and working. Their personal lives are controlled. Mark has been in this situation since he was in middle school. He never had the opportunity to be free by himself; to live life unmonitored. He is free to be a mess, to do whatever, to make mistakes, to be lost. She no longer cares about how her boss reacts – after all, this was an extra year; she did all her mandatory hours already and she was being paid less than a normal TA anyway. She only cared about his smile, his happiness.

This was a new side to Mark she has never seen, and she couldn’t be happier that it’s finally out there.

day two:

The smells from delicatessens and bakeries absolutely consumed them as they wandered through the crowded aisles of the Granville Public Market. Mark’s childhood friends and their girlfriends met them outside; not wanting to maneuver and navigate their way through the halls. All of them immediately assumed Katie was his girlfriend, to which both of them quickly denied. Aaron, one of his childhood friends, quickly took hold of his girlfriend Leila as they started entering the market.

“We should stick together until we find a table.” Mark’s other childhood friend, John, recommended as he wrapped his arm around his girlfriend, Sammy’s shoulder. “It would be our designated spot. In the mean time, just stay close.”

They took that as a mere warning, but as soon as they approached the entrance; the crowds of people felt suffocating. Mark turned around, “Hold my hand”. He held his hand out and it felt like a ray of sunshine on a depressingly rainy day. Katie nodded slightly as a thank you, quickly accepting his invitation and wrapping her hand around his. He didn’t waste any time in lacing his fingers in hers.

She chuckled slightly, but the feeling made her feel warm – as it always dd. Mark never had enough time or the right mindset to acknowledge how Katie’s presence made him feel. He always knew he could liken her presence to home, but there was something new to this feeling; as if he was being awakened for the first time. He felt his heart rush, but only for a period of time before he remembered who she was; his best friend. He turned around to look at her for a brief moment as she lagged behind, caught up in the movement of the crowd.

She looked so shy; so nervous. Her eyes were looking at the ground, obviously trying to make sure not to step on anyone before occasionally looking up to look at the food. Her eyes brightened at the sight of macaroons. He started to notice the small gleam of excitement that blessed her eyes as she got excited, the way her lips are slightly parted as she walked on her tiptoes to look over someone’s shoulder at the produce. He smiled to himself; she looked angelic. Even the day prior; with the wind blowing through her hair as her melodious laugh was all he could hear in the crowded port.

It was when Aaron went up the stairs and found a large table where they stopped. “I think I’m going to grab a hot dog, anyone else see anything they like?” Their view from the table was beautiful; they got to see the bustling market and the lights hanging on the poles whilst observing the seaside.

“Mark,” Katie turned to face Mark, who was still tightly holding her hand as a reminder he won’t let go. She used her free hand to lightly tap him on the chest, “They had a bagel place. I think the name was Siegal’s Bagels? Do you want me to grab you one?”

He wanted to hug her. The one time he mentioned bagels to her was the first week they met and he mentioned bagels will be the one food he’d always want, and as a result, it was the food Katie always made sure to bring Mark when he’s forgotten to eat. “Oh, no, let me get everything. What do you want?”

“I’m an independent woman! I can do it.” She exclaimed, putting her hands on her hips.

Mark started pouting, “Please.”

“Fuck you and your puppy dog eyes.” She playfully squinted, her eyebrows furrowing and her nose scrunching up. “A four cheese pizza please.”

“Coming your way.”

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“Wait, so what’s the drinking age here?” Mark asked, leaning forward as his friends discussed what the best taster Canadian-made beers for Mark and Katie.

Sammy chuckled, “Don’t worry, you’re legal.” Night has brought darkness among the city, causing the surrounding seaside buildings to turn on their fairy lights. They spent the whole day in Greenville – catching up (and in Katie’s case, getting to know) his friends, wandering the sea wall, watching buskers while eating soft serve, and taking a ferry. They decided to end the night at a dock-side restaurant with some beers and fish and chips.

Leila smiled softly, “You know, Mark used to be in the marching band.” Katie’s eyes widened, immediately turning to Mark whose cheeks turned red. “He used to play the flute.”

“You need to play it for me some time!” Katie exclaimed, turning around and playfully slapping on Mark’s shoulder with her jaw dropped.

He quickly held his hands up in defense. “I haven’t touched a flute since I landed in Korea.” Mark squinted at John, “Did you tell her?”

“Didn’t have to,” He shrugged as he flipped through the menu, “She was also on the marching band, you were just too shy to talk to her.”

“Wait, so how did you all meet?” Katie asked, motioning to Sammy and Leila.

Sammy chuckled, “Well, I was always in the same school as them.” She noted, “Aaron and I started dating in freshmen year after being assigned that baby project for home economics.”

“I think you’re supposed to have the baby after you start dating,” Katie teased, making Leila stifle a laugh.

“And when Aaron and her started dating, she decided to set me up on a blind group date with them and John.” Leila added, “I just moved the year prior and I’m quite shy, so like, I didn’t have many friends and went ‘why not’.”

Eventually, the beers and the dishes were on the table. All of them were quickly tipsy, laughing at anything they mentioned. Mark’s arm found itself hanging loosely over Katie’s shoulder, Katie leaning into Mark.

Between the laughter, while waiting for the next round of drinks and after the millionth embarrassing story of Mark which made his Asian glow even more red, Katie smiled – looking up at Mark as she rested her head on his chest. “Thank you.” She said quietly.

Mark looked down, furrowing his eye brows. “For what?”

“For introducing me to another side of your life.” She hummed.

He smiled back at her; looking at how her cheeks became pink from the alcohol, her eyes more doe-like, her hair slightly astray. “It’s no problem. I’m glad you’re in my life.”

The two shared a soft smile, which didn’t go unnoticed by Mark’s old friends and Katie’s newfound ones (who already shared all their contact details with each other).

Sammy and Leila winked to each other, “Hey Katie, we’re gonna go to the bathroom.”

“Oh, I’ll go with.” Katie said instinctively, standing up. Sammy and Leila had a confrontation planned.

While Mark was dealt with interrogation from the boys, “So you definitely have a thing for her, right?” Aaron chuckled, not beating around the bush.

“What?” He exclaimed, “No!” Mark quickly defended.

“Cut the bull.” John said, dead-faced.

He sighed, “I mean I never had the opportunity to acknowledge the details of how I felt about her. I’m thinking it’s just because she’s my close female friend.”

“Okay, how do you feel about her then?”

night two (aka later that night)

“Mark?” Katie asked, turning around on the bed – Mark refusing Katie to drunkenly set up her sofa bed and to share the bed with him instead. “Why did you choose me to come here?”

He smiled. He hated how cringey and cliché this was going to sound, but the alcohol in the system allowed it to slip out without filter. “Because I said I wanted to go home.”

day three:

Mark’s first hangover without Taeyong or his parents taking care of him was special. It was also the first night Katie and Mark shared a bed and both of them refused to get out of bed. “I’m so glad we picked up groceries the first day.” Katie mumbled into the pillow, making Mark groan.

“I’ll make some food.” He groaned silently, about to stand up.

Katie quickly pushed him back on the bed, “No, you take a shower. You stink of alcohol.” He chuckled; he did drink about three more drinks than her. He reluctantly agreed before falling back into bed as Katie stood up. “And also because I’ll actually get an aneurism watching you cook eggs.”

“HEY!”

day four:

“Excuse me?” Mark approached a stranger on the street, holding out Katie’s polaroid cameraa. “Can you take a photo of us?” The old lady smiled. Katie quickly informed her on how to use the polaroid before the two of them stand next to the shop sign saying ‘photobombing the steam clock since 2018’. Mark wrapped his arm around Katie’s waist, the two of them using their free hands for the small hearts with their fingers.

Once the white sheet popped out, Mark quickly asked if she could take another photo with his phone. I’ll use that as my lock screen, he told himself.

“You two make a lovely couple.” They didn’t bother correcting the old lady as she continued on throughout her day, just thanking her for her time.

“Well then,” Katie chuckled, smiling at the photo and putting on her best posh accent. “I think my boyfriend and I look absolutely riveting in this photo.”

He chuckled, rolling his eyes – ignoring his racing heart at her referring to him as her boyfriend. “Let’s get on our way, girlfriend.” He didn’t want to call her that without it not being true – but he didn’t want her to change her behavior around him, so he forced himself to act normal.

“We should check out Vans,” She noted, “I think Yuta had his eyes on a pair of their shoes.”

day five:

“Do you want to stay in today?” Katie asked as she observed the hail happening outside. “We can just order in.”

Mark nodded, “We were literally walking all day yesterday around the city center” He noted, “we have 25 more days to do whatever – let’s just rest today.”

The girl felt relief; “Also, want to book the Gastown Ghost Trail with your friends? The next available slot is next week”

“They’d love that.”

day six:

“I’m just saying, you should busk and see how much you earn.” Katie joked as the two sat on a circular fountain in the city center; their knees close to their chest and Katie’s head lightly resting on Mark’s shoulder.

He looked down at her in disbelief, “Only if you perform as well.”

“Perform what?” She exclaimed in confusion, pulling away from his shoulder. “Perform a lesson of English to a bunch of English speakers?”

day seven:

“Okay, honestly, Mark – you keep having days you want to relax.” Katie laughed as Mark huddled himself in blankets on the couch, “And I get it, but you also made a list of things you want to do – can we plan it out?”

Mark nodded excitedly, “but can we also watch this?”

He looked like a kid on Christmas day. It’s been only seven days but Katie found her heart racing and a permanent smile on her face as she learns more about Mark and meets a completely different side of him.

She couldn’t wait to meet this side of him some more.

He was no longer her best friend who was part-time robot (also known as a K-Pop idol who works day and night), he was Mark – he was human – and he was free.

AUTHORS NOTE: hey! So i vaguely remember the photo and it seemed like his childhood friends are Korean as well, unfortunately I couldn’t remember their names. I thought of some of my own Korean friends who used English names and just used theirs x

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High Without Your Love Pt.4

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The trio made their way to the party floor quickly but not before Y/N was backed into a corner of the elevator by her two soldiers who started kissing the side of her neck. The thought to press the stop button on the elevator passed through all of their minds but Y/N broke away swiftly when the door opened leaving them men slightly disappointed. It was early on but Y/N could already tell the two men were going to have such an issue keeping their hands to themselves.

“You can touch me all you want after I have been feed,” Y/N said with a roll of her eyes though her smile said that she was loving every bit of attention that they were giving her. Hands slide around her waist as Bucky kissed her head.

“Fine but just know we could be multitasking,”

“You’re not fucking me while I try to eat,” She said deadpan watching as he broke out in a loud laugh. “I will chock,”

“You didn’t seem to have a problem with chocking earlier,” Steve said with a raise of the brow. It was out of character for him but he felt like he could open up his dirtier side around her and not be judged. So far, she seemed to love it.

“I hate you both,�� Her grin said otherwise as she began to go through the fridge, grabbing trays of left overs. “Yay shrimp,” She said while giving a little happy dance. The three grabbed plates and began to pile them high while making ideal conversation that consisted of a lot of flirting, and teasing. Rather than allowing her to sit in a chair Steve pulled her to his lap cuddling her to his chest as she ate.

“Shit,” Y/N said randomly as a thought came to her.

“What?” Steve asked worried.

“I forgot I left my bag up here,” She said as she stood from her spot of his lap. Bucky stood with her getting ready to help her on her search.

“Ms.YN, I have located your purse and it is currently behind the bar,” Jarvis stated.

“Wow, an AI inside the building,” she hummed with an impressed look. “Don’t know why I expected less from Tony,”

“Ya it gets a little creepy at times though,” Steve stated with a small frond. He wasn’t a huge fan of invasion of privacy and Tony greatly lacked any respect for privacy. If Steve had it his way he would be an unknown every day person.

“Do you think he has cameras in the bedrooms,” Bucky questioned out loud to the group.

“After what we just did, I hope not,” Y/N said as she walked around the bar and picked up her bag. Reaching in she searched around for her special bag of goodies. “I’m going to go out on the balcony and smoke for a minute I’ll be back,” she said while walking towards the door.

“Cigarettes give people cancer doll,” Bucky scolded lightly with a slight frown. He wasn’t sure if they effected super soldiers like them but he didn’t want to take the chance on it.

“Good think I’m only smoking weed sarg,” She said with a wink before stepping outside. The two soldiers watched her from inside as they ate.

“Well what do we have here?” Tony said from the entrance of the elevator. “The three of you finally finish with your sexapades,”

“You’re hilarious Tony,” Steve said sarcastically.

“And where is your better third?” He had spent a better part of the night planning all the jokes he would make about their little threesome. “Outside on the balcony,” Tony looked out seeing the girl sitting with her phone out while blowing a large puff of smoke from her mouth.

“Oooh I think I’ll go chat with her for a moment then,” Tony held a sneaky tone to his voice as he almost skipped outside to the two soldier’s confusion. Once the door closed behind him he began a quick conversation with Y/N who looked to be handing him a metal stick. Tony put it to his mouth making them realize that it was one of those pens that people smoked with.

The two stayed on the balcony talking for another ten minutes before making their way inside giggling.

“I have this guy who sells me the cartridges for my pen, I can get you some if you want? I know a great strand that helps with anxiety,” Her voice was so caring and sincere and she talked to Tony who gave her a slightly squinty eyed smile.

“Ya that would be great,” He said before glancing at the table where the food was all laid out. “Oh my god, I’m so hungry,”

“Me too,” Y/N said before diving to her plate excitedly. Steve grabbed her waist pulling her back to his lap while giving her a few kisses behind her ear making her give a slight squeal while laughing.

“That tickles,” she laughed out while he smiled against her neck. Steve finally let up as he watched her eat.

“God, even when your shoving food in your face, you still are so fucking hot,” Bucky said as he watched his soulmate awestruck. She really did make everything she did seem like some beautiful show for him to enjoy. If he didn’t get his thoughts in check he would soon have to cover a tint that was starting to grow in his sweats.

Her answer was a closed mouth smile as she stuffed more food in. Steve kissed her puffed up cheek with a laugh.

“You three make me sick,” Tony said while biting into a shrimp with a fake glare.

“Jealous,” Y/N joked once she had swallowed all her food.

“Hardly,” he replied with a role of his eyes before taking his plate with him to the elevator. “I’m going to go to bed, try not to defile my kitchen you degenerates.”

“Goodnight to you too,” Y/N replied with a grin as he walked out of the kitchenette.

“mhmm defiling the kitchen sounds like fun,” Steve said as he ran a hand up her thigh as she nibbled on a piece of bread.

“so, does finishing this food,” She replied with a glance and a smirk over her shoulder. As if sensing the men’s more urgent needs she slowed her eating. Purposely taking longer so that they would at least start to get antsy.

“You’re doing this on purpose,” Bucky mumbled breathlessly with a glare as he felt her foot under the table start to glide up his thigh. She tried to make it seem casual but the mischief in her eyes told a different story.

Wiggling a bit in Steve's lap she placed a hand on her heart.

“Sir I have no idea what you’re talking about, I’m being a perfectly good girl,” She said with a tilt of her head and a devilish smile. She punctuated the end of her sentence by finally stocking her foot over his covered dick.

“You know we weren’t joking earlier. We can tie you up real nice if you want to get fresh with us doll face,” Steve said pushing her plate away, she was now just pushing around pieces to bide the time.

“You’ll tie me up if I’m bad?” She said with a pout over her shoulder, placing her hands on his knees she swiveled her hips on his laps, pretending to be adjusting herself. Steve let out a soft groan making pride sore through her veins. “Well then, I’ve been downright nasty, better go get the rope,” she said with a challenging raise of her brow. It was all the signal the two men needed. Steve scoped her up and held her to his chest, her legs wrapping around his waist tightly. Walking them into the elevator, Bucky pressing the button to their room.

Y/N had given both men a since of dominance but if they all really thought about it she held all the power over them. It had been only a few hours and the two soldiers were sure that there wasn’t a thing she could ask them that they wouldn’t do.

Y/N lips attached themselves to Steve’s throat as she let her fangs and claws out. The last three hours made it obvious that the two men got some sort of thrill when she shifted while they were rolling around in the sheets. She chalked it up for their love of danger.

Dragging her teeth over his neck she slowly found a spot under his throat that made him groan.

“Your hogging her Steve,” Bucky complained against her back with a frown, his pout was something Y/N had fallen for quickly. It was such a stark contrast to his extremely serious and deadly Winter Soldier persona. It showed her that there were sides to him that he was saving just for her and it made her heart warm.

“Were almost to the room, 1 minute isn’t going to kill you,” Steve shot back, slightly irritated that Bucky’s whining had stop Y/N’s exploring. Y/N gave a little laugh while looking over her shoulder giving Bucky a soft kiss before the elevator dinged.

When they made it into the room Steve tossed Y/N on the bed watching as she bounced with a loud giggle. Whipping off her shirt quickly she watched as her two soulmates striped. Bucky walked quickly into the closet and came back with a handful of belts.

"We don’t have rope in here but I think we can figure something out with these," He mused as he walked to the end of the bed. Y/N smiled brightly up at them, her pupils blow with lust, eyes red as blood.

"I’m all yours," She replied as she lifted her arms above her head in a submissive stance. "Do whatever you want to me,"

"Oh Doll," Steve gave a dark chuckle as he ran his hand up her torso. "I was hoping you would say that,"

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