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Okay, so APPARENTLY the world's LIGHTEST, SOFTEST, SLOWEST, and BARELY PERCEIVABLE touches get me??
Too fast? Won't work as well. Not almost a phantom touch? Won't work as well.
Jeez, I can't IMAGINE what it'd be like to have a partner with the coordination to work more than one extra soft t-word tool at a time, pffft. Two makes his hands get confused, fjdjdj.
If I somehow ended up in a space where a group of friends or something all got their hands on like, those little fluffy fake grass pieces or something and decided to all go after me at once? I dunno... I think I might end up on the floor. QuQ'''''''
#I'm... I'm extra bold about talking about details of what's going on in my mind right now because my partner's out of town#potentially for MONTHS#and... I got no lers#not that he's much of one to begin with pfft#but he tries? dkdjdj#maybe I WANNA be a giggly mess '>u>#and maybe I WANNA be flustered and told how adorable I am the whole time#maybe being swooshed up by positive attention would be good for my mental health okay don't judge me I'll cry big tears QuQ#I'll do a real big sad#but it wouldn't be a real big sad if somebody was like âthis tiny lee - Imma get 'em heh hehâ#... GAH - I suck at this#I HATE asking - it takes the fun outta it#I want people to KNOW I'm good already and to just SHOW up and âcornerâ me and then attack me with silly fluffiness#... metaphorically and physically I guess#jellybean tv broadcast#sfw tickling community#sfw tickle community#tickle#sfw tickle#sfw tickle blog#sfw tickles#tword content#sfw tk community#ticklee#lee mood time#it's the Jellybean TV Lee Special!#(it's not even special it happens ALL the time send help QuQ jfjdj)#sfw tickle thoughts#tickle thoughts#tickle things
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I'm going to write this fanfiction that has been stuck in my head for DAYS.
yes I know I'm cringey
synopsis~~~~you take ei's dango milk and she makes the whole of inazuma look for you.
notes i guess/fem reader, ei getting mad at you for stealing her "precious dango milk" itto flirts with you} plus yoimiya suggests going out but the reader doesn't understand.
You wanted to feel bad, but you couldn't. Your "enemy", was not just a random person. No, your enemy was the archon of inazuma, Raiden Shogun, or Ei. You had heard that she adored dango milk and thought about just how upset she would be if you stole it from her.
You knew that the electro archon was suddenly "good", but you couldn't admit defeat.
Later that day, you snuck into the Grand Narukami Shrine, where Ei and Yae Miko chatted. This was your chance. You quickly snuck by and stole the fresh and cold dango milk from right under her nose! Mission accomplished.
Now, you knew she would notice eventually, you spent no time diddly daddling and quickling hid in your house.
That night, as you were preparing food, you heard Tenryou commission members talking about finding a missing dango milk that the electro archon told to find at "all costs".
shit.
you had to run.
the best place to go was somewhere far. somewhere Ei would never think to check.. Watatsumi.
You could just walk normally to the boat;its not like anyone knew about your exploits.. yet.
all you had to do was successfully walk past the soilders. You hoped that madam Kujou Sara wasn't with them. She would surely question you.
You opened the door and ran as fast as you could, averting eye contact with anyone, and everyone.
Suddenly two people spoke.
"Y/N!"
You ran to the most familiar voice, Yoimiya.
"Watcha up to? You look tired! Wanna hang? Maybe just you and me..?"
"Oh, um.." you started, before a familiar hand tapped on your shoulder.
..
"Why in such a rush, Y/n?" Sara spoke with such calmness. She knew about your hatred towards Ei.
"Nothing! I mean, no reason! BYE!!"
You quickly ran out into the town surrounding Inazuma city.
Before you could go anywhere you were stopped by a muscular chest.
"Ey? OH, Y/n!" You looked up to see your good friend Itto. You wanted to talk, but now wasn't the best time.
"Why are you out here alone, sweetheart?" Itto said, crossing his muscular arms over his equally muscular chest.
"I'm, kinda, sorta, on the run!" You said, flushed.
"Why am I surprised? Alrighty, don't hurt yourself l, beautiful."
...
Moments later you found yourself running for dear life.
Ei was hot on your trail, and it seemed as if the dango milk had conveniently rolled out of your pocket as proof of your misdeeds.
"Give me ONE reason why you did that, L/n."
You turned around, grinning.
"You're fun to tease, Baal."
Ei bit down on her tongue. "You little-"
"Ei.. if I'm being honest if don't know why I hate you.. its just that my heart pounds when your around and it makes me angry.. yet I do things like this that guarantee me to see you. Weird, right?"
..."oh, Y/n, if I didn't feel the same way, I would have had my subordinates find you. Do you find it odd that every single time you've acted out, that I'm the one who finds you?
"EH?!"
you blushed. this was the first time you finally came to terms with your love for Ei. Before now, before admitting you loved her, you thought when your heart beat so fast in your chest;you were just destined to be enemies, but in real life, you were just so flustered that anger came first.
..Y/n, may I have the liberty of kissing your pretty lips?"
"Huh..?!" .."yes, you can."
OMG THAT WAS LONG
FiRST FAN FIC THING I HOPE YOU LIKED IT
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BNA: Brand New Animal Relationship Headcanons!
bna masterlist
⌠General Dating Headcanons âŒ
Featuring: Shirou Ogami, Michiru Kagemori, Nazuna Hiwatashi, Marie Itami, Pinga
Warnings: spoilers for BNA!, some angst amongst all of them, but mainly tooth-rotting fluff :,)
a/n - thank you for reading!!! BNA doesnât have enough fanfiction content, so here you go!! i actually adore doing headcanons, so this was nice to be able to write!!! BNA is also my favorite/comfort anime soooooo I couldn't NOT write something for it!!! if you want to see more BNA related works, iâm definitely going to be open to writing them in the future!!! my requests open up next week, so drop one then if youâd like!!! thank you for reading <3
content below the cut!
shirou ogami
» wolf husband!!
» oh we all know heâs gonna be nervous when it comes to love
» heâs scared he canât trust you at first
» itâs probably gonna stay that way until he gets comfortable with you
» which, albeit, takes quite a while
» but when he does?
» heâs all over you!!
» i like to think heâs a very cuddly person
» he doesnât show it a lot though, but for you?
» heâll let it slide
» heâs not one for extravagant gestures though
» so if youâre going on dates
» expect it to being either at his place, or something extremely simple
» i donât think heâd be particularly for PDA
» but if someone were to flirt with you?
» he wonât be afraid to show them that youâre with him
» again, very cuddly
» he likes to be big spoon cause he wants to make you feel safe
» but he also likes to be held
» the memories of his comrades dying is a memory thatâs painfully engraved into the very fibers of his being
» so please show him some love
» kisses!!!!
» oh he LOVES to smother you with kisses
» heâs very affectionate in private
» he just loves you so much!!!
» i like to think that michiru got the two of you together
» just like
» michiru: hey look at that beastman over there! theyâre super pretty!!!!
» shirou: yeah, sure
» michiru: iâm going to go say hi
» shirou: w h a t
» also, going back to trauma-
» he doesnât like to talk about it much
» it brings up bad memories
» so he wonât outwardly talk to you about it
» but if you want to console him?
» youâre one of the few people he can really trust and get vulnerable with
» VERYYYY LOYAL PARTNER
» he loves you, and is so scared of you leaving him
» he would never think about cheating on you (the best boy)
» maybe it ties in with him being a wolf beastman-
» shhhhhhhhhhhh
» very very very nervous to tell you that heâs the silver wolf
» heâs so scared youâre going to leave him or hate him or look at him different
» but the sweet kiss you give him when he tells you melts all of his worries away
» GIVE HIM PETS!!!!!!!!!!
» heâs embarrassed but he loves it!!!!!!!!
» his love language is quality time!!!!!!
» he just wants to spend time with you
» heâll go out of his way to blow off unimportant things (like michiru-) just to be with you
» softie-
» but we love him <3
michiru kagemori
» AHHH MY SWEET GIRL!!!!
» i love her oh so much
» if she likes you, itâs obvious
» painfully so-
» she gets all flustered before you start dating whenever she talks with you
» tripping over her words
» making a fool of herself
» (somehow more than usual-)
» but when you express you like her back?
» youâre stuck with her
» loves cutesy dates!!
» you wanna just watch a movie???
» sheâs got a pillow fort and a ton of snacks at the ready
» you wanna go for a walk?
» youâre dancing with her under the stars in the park
» sheâs a sucker for that kind of stuff
» she loves showing you off too
» michiru: everyone, this is my partner, y/n, and they are the best person in the world
» y/n: michiru i-
» she absolutely introduces you to everyone like that
» she loves you too much not to express it!!!
» that leads me to her love languageâŠ
» words of affirmation!!!
» sheâs going to tell you she loves you at any chance she gets
» and if youâre ever insecure?
» sheâs your girl
» sheâs also big on physical touch
» loves holding your hand out in public
» hugging you and peppering your face with kisses
» the whole lot!
» sheâs such a goofball-
» sheâd do something stupid just to make you laugh
» michiru: Y/N! I GREW WINGS! AM I GOING TO LAY AN EGG OR SOMETHING???
» when she first told you she wasnât a real beastman, she was nervous
» but it all washes away when you hold her and tell her you love her no matter what
» sheâd definitely cry at that
» sheâs so grateful to have you
» and she would go to any extent just to make you happy
nazuna hiwatashi
» GOD SHEâS SO PRETTY IâM NOT EVEN GONNA LIE
» sheâs a very caring partner
» when you first start dating though, sheâs very nervous
» will you hate her for faking the silver wolf?
» or maybe because of her slightly dismissive behavior?
» but when you decide to stay? she knowâs shes in love
» her love language is touch!
» she always wants to be touching you
» sheâs not the best at expressing her love or gratitude through words
» so she lets the soft caresses, forehead kisses, and cuddles do it for her!
» oh i can imagine her being a cuddle bug
» just holding you while the two of you fall asleep
» or you holding her!
» she adores just being able to be near you
» when she introduces you to michiru
» itâs chaos
» y/n: in my defense, I was left unsupervised
» nazuna: wasn't michiru with you?
» michiru: in my defense, I was also left unsupervised
» just being absolute idiots together
» back to nazuna thoughâŠ
» she gets jealous easily!!!
» you canât change my mind
» if she thinks youâre giving someone too much attention
» she wonât be afraid to just come in and hug you until you pay attention to her
» itâs adorable
» with the church of the silver wolf thoâŠ
» you probably met AFTER that was all said and done
» she doesnât really have followers anymore
» and a few beastman still hold a grudge against her
» she gets insecure because of it
» make sure to tell her that you love her for her
» she really needs to hear it
» oh! she loves any romantic gestures
» fancy dates? walks in the park? sign her up!
» she loves too much not to show it
marie itami
» crime weasel
» cbhmasbbchasb okay but seriously i love her
» i like to think that sheâs sly with her flirting
» but if you flirt back?
» sheâs a flustered mess
» she lovesssss pet names
» she particularly likes using âbabyâ, âloveâ, âsweetheartâ, and âhunâ
» loves if you use some back
» her love language? acts of service
» she loves to help you with small tasks
» opening the door for you? absolutely. grabbing the remote for you? of course!
» she wants you to know she loves you, but mainly in smaller gestures
» not as much of a cuddle bug as the rest, but definitely appreciates it
» sheâd never turn you down for hugs or pecks
» any time she has by herself, she wants to spend it with you
» her dates arenât extravagant though
» cuddling on the couch and watching a movie are her specialty
» i like to think that she usually falls asleep after you
» sheâll talk with you until you eventually fall asleep
» itâs more of a protective thing if anything
» she wants to make sure that youâre okay before she rests
» she loves you so so so much
» youâre the only person sheâs allowed herself to be vulnerable with
» she has her own insecurities yes, but she tends to bottle them up
» she doesnât want to bother you
» sheâs better at listening and giving advice than venting it out
» itâs not your fault, sheâs just not very keen to it
» she likes to keep your relationship more private than anything
» her job is⊠not normal, and she doesnât want to eventually end up making the wrong people mad and get you hurt
» so PDA is kept to a minimum
» but sheâll always make up for that in private
» telling you how much she loves and appreciates you being with her
» she doubts your relationship sometimes, thinking that you deserve better
» tell her you love her
» that you really love her
» and her heart is yours
pingua
» your honor
» i love him
» oh my goodness his love language is totally gift giving
» 100%
» you cannot change my mind
» if you look at something in a store for more than 3 seconds
» expect it to be in your possession by the next day
» he wonât say he did it
» but he totally did it
» taking you on flights???
» yes pLEASE!!!!
» he loves showing you the world from his eyes
» and adores it if you love it as much as he does
» wing hugssssss
» imagine him just draping his wings around you while you guys cuddle
» my heart-
» wait, here me out-
» y/n: mcdonalds! mcdonalds! mcdonalds!
» pingua: mcdonalds! mcdonalds! mcdonalds!
» HE WOULD THOUGH AND YOU CANâT CHANGE MY MIND
» not afraid to get vulnerable with you
» heâll talk about his comrades and the stupid regulations with ease
» yes, itâs a tough subject
» but you have to talk about difficult things to get through them
» he has nightmares because of it
» he wakes up in cold sweats sometimes, those images ingrained into his head
» hold him
» please
» tell him that youâre here and youâre not going anywhere
» give him kisses and help him ride it out
» aside for that, another goofball
» loves, and i mean LOVES making you smile
» also a HUGE flirt
» heâs cocky about it too
» pingua: aside from being adorable, what do you do for a living?
» y/n, dying: cjsdbivcbhshdkcjbakjcbhsadbmc
» another one who loves romantic gestures
» i like to think that heâs quite the gentleman
» restaurant dates and dancing are right up his alley
» but dear god he loves you so much
» he has no clue where heâd be without you in his life
#bna#brand new animal#bna shirou#bna nazuna#bna michiru#bna pinga#bna marie#shirou ogami#michiru kagemori#pingua#ogami shirou#marie itami#nazuna hiwatashi#shirou x reader#shirou ogami x reader#brand new animal shirou#brand new animal michiru#brand new animal pingua#brand new animal pinga#pinga#brand new animal marie#brand new animal nazuna#michiru x reader#pinga x reader#pingua x reader#marie x reader#nazuna x reader#michiru kagemori x reader#nazuna hiwatashi x reader#maire itami x reader
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hi!! i rly liked your first writing it was so cute and you described jisung so well too! can i request a friends to lovers with han? kinda slow burn like they're really good friends but jisung gets jealous of her close friend and reader secretly likes him too but she doesnt wanna ruin the things between them so... one day they get into a fight and they end up making outđł bc shes like "wtf we're friends" smut is ok but just a make out would be fine too the details r up to uđ
why yes you can! Thank you for requesting hehe you are my first ask ever  ⥠I hope that you like it, hereâs some best friend âsungie for ya :) Â
all yours | reader x jisung |
Paring: self-insert, female reader x han jisung
Genre: fluff ân a lil bit of smut & angst Â
Tags: student!reader, bestfriend!jisung, lab partner!felix (haha), friends to lovers, mutual pining, best friend au, college au, jealousy, slow-ish burn, mentions of exams, some yelling, reader is secretly whipped for jisung (and jisung for the reader), explicit language, marking, that good good makinâ out
Word count: 2.4k
âHey!â
The little ball of paper that you had crinkled up bounced off Jisungâs arm with a soft pat.
âWhat happened to studying together? You said that you were gonna quiz me.â
Jisungâs eyes popped up from his phone screen looking a little bewildered. âSorry, I just...got a little distracted.
âDistracted? Looking at what?â
âOh, nothing.â He placed his phone down, clicking it off.
âIs ânothingâ code for some girlâs Instagram?â You dished him out a teasing smirk. âI think you forget that I know you better than you know yourself sometimes.â
Jisung shuffled the papers in front of him pretending like he had something to do. âPsh. I was not.â
â--Does she go to school here?â
âI told you, I said no.â He furrowed his brow trying to look as serious as possible, but that was nearly impossible for someone as naturally adorable as him. âWhy are you drilling me? Arenât you supposed to be doing some work right now?â
â~So are you~â You teasingly sang back to him, giving him a kick under the table just for good measure.
Jisung threw your balled up paper ball back to you. âLetâs just get back to what we were doing so we can leave. I donât wanna end up like him.â
He nodded over to the end of your table where a student had fallen asleep mid-chapter. His nose twitched and he snorted a little bit. You knew exactly what Jisung meant, you didnât want to be at the library at 11pm on a Tuesday either; it was your better judgement that told you.
âCan we get food after this?â Jisung asked after approximately five minutes of âworking.â
âSounds good to me.â You quipped, barely allowing your eyes to leave your computer screen. You found that you always had to try you best to let him not distract you. He was really good at that.
You slid a stack of index cards in front of him. âAsk me these? Iâm having a hard time getting the Latin names down...if youâre not busy?â
âNope!â He piped, and shoved his notebook away.
âOkay!â He said with determination and a little bounce. He fixed his oversized hoodie before starting, looking adorably lost in the fabric.
He asked you the first question, but it barely met your ears. There you were, getting distracted by him again.
screw you Han Jisung, you thought to yourself.
âă*ăâă
âI just donât understand how you make sense of all that crap, I could never be a science major like you are.â
â--And I could never understand production like you do.â
âAnd this is why we work.â Jisung grinned with smiling eyes while he opened the library door for you. âIâm starving, I canât stop thinking about--â
â--Y/n??â A voice called from behind the two of you.
The two of you whipped your heads back to see a loveable looking blonde and freckled boy bounding to catch up with you. It was Felix, your lab partner from zoology. The two of you were nothing more than classroom friends, but his friendly kindness was always something that brightened up your terrible 9 am lab.
âFelix!â You beamed, holding the door so it wouldnât close on him. âAre you here studying for the exam as well?â
âOh yeah, I just...my brain couldnât take it any more,â He sarcastically mimed his head pains, âI just need to get some sleep now.â
âI just donât get how they expect us to know all of those phyla like its nothing.â
âI know right?â He chuckled.
Next to you, Jisung silently poked at the elevator button to go down.
âIs it alright if I head down with you guys?â
âOf course!â You motioned him in.
Once the doors had closed, the three of you found a different corner of the small box to plant yourselves in.
âshit-sorry, Felix, I didnât introduce you, this is Jisung.â
âHi!â Felix shone, and Jisung gave him a curt nod back.
Felix waved to two of you goodbye, leaving you in the nighttime snow. You noticed that as Felix walked away he had a little bounce to his step; and you couldnât help but crack a little smile.
âOur usual?â Jisung asked you with a little edge to his voice.
You linked your arm around his, letting out a little shrill sound when the fabric of your two coat sleeves met. âSounds good to me!â You nuzzled up into him while both of your bodiesâ heat intermingled.
The two of you walked on under the streetlights which illuminated the falling flakes in streams of light. You never loosened your grip, as had become your habit lately when the two of you walked around. Jisung never seemed to mind; the two of you had been mistaken for a couple more than enough times thanks to it. When it did happen, it didnât phase you at all. Being close to Jisung was like second nature to you.
The whole walk over Jisung never uttered a word, which was uncharacteristic of his usual boisterous self.
âIs everything okay?â
He sniffled, âYeah, I think I just got kinda tired out of nowhere.â
âAh.â You mouthed, and squeezed his arm a little harder.
After a momentâs silence, he somberly announced, âIf youâre in the same class as him, maybe you should study with him.â
âHuh.â You tsked. âYeah, I mean I never thought about that before...I guess that could do me some good.â
You looked slightly up to him: a product of him being slightly taller than you. His brown eyes remained stoic, and you couldnât figure out why. You hated it when he wouldnât tell you what was wrong, but he was also stubborn at letting up.
âBut thank you for helping me tonight! You know that I reeealy appreciate it.â You turned your tone as cutesy as you could--Jisung hated it, but you knew that it could bring a smile to his face.
His gaze softened a bit. âAnytime. Youâd do the same for me.â
âă*ăâă
Jisung rested his head on your shoulder on the bus ride home with his phone weakly held in his hand. One more bump in the road and you knew that it would go flying so you carefully took it into your own lap where it would be safe. You wouldnât dare moving an inch because you had a feeling that he had closed his eyes. Time had slipped past 1am, and you had to keep fighting yawns yourself. The bus driver had been blasting the heat, so it wasnât hard at all for you to feel cozy.
You glanced down at his open hand in his lap. It looked exactly like he was beckoning for you to scoop it up in your own. You wondered what what happen if you did. What would he think of it? Would he think anything of it? You had held hands before, but every time you had it had been under purely platonic pretenses. If you just grabbed it now, what would the pretenses be then? The two of you cozied up on a bus: that was something that couples did.
You shut your eyes closed tightly and tried your best to banish all the thoughts clouding your head.
Jisungâs hand twitched, looking even more inviting.
screw you Han Jisung.
âă*ăâă
[7:14pm]
jisung: you want to come over? Changbin is cooking and i donât wanna eat whatever heâs making alone
[7:31pm]
me: sorry, Iâm studying with Felix at the library, I think that we are gonna be here late. Itâs all the Latin, Iâm drowning in the Latin, Sung.
Iâm sorry.
see you Friday once Iâm out of this hell?
[7:34pm]
jisung: see you friday.
âă*ăâă
You pounded on the door to Jisungâs apartment with your phone in hand, the white screen showing you the number that you had worked so hard for.
âOpen the door!â You called giddily. âJisung! I know that youâre in here, we need to celebrate! ~I can treat youuu~â
Just as you were about to knock again, the door swung open, revealing a wet haired Jisung in his grey sweats and tee. His brown strands of hair were scattered around his head while he rubbed at them with a towel.
âShit! Canât I shower?â He jested.
It took all your will power not to ogle him more. He looked devastatingly handsome, but you swallowed down how utterly flustered he had made you.
You cleared your throat, âUh...sorry...â then remembered your phone in your hand. âI got a 96! Can you believe it! Iâm even surprised too, when I was taking the test I just got so nervous...â
âAll that studying paid off huh?â He cockily rose an eyebrow. âYou can go ahead and thank me now, without my help...â He shrugged with a grin.
You invited yourself in and threw your bag down at the door like you usually did.
âThank youuuâ You sung. âOh! And studying with Felix really paid off too.â You took off your shoes, thinking of how nice it had been to finally study with someone who knew your class topics. Not that Jisung wasnât helpful, but you and Felix were on the same page. âHe knew it all way more than I did, so he was super helpful. I forgot to text him--â
Jisung closed the door behind you with a slam that made you jump. He moved away from you, not meeting your eyes. The air around the two of you suddenly became thick with something that did not feel as excited as you just were.
â...do you wanna maybe watch a movie?â You moved closer. âOr we could get some deliv--â
â--Why even bother coming over here?â Jisung suddenly huffed.
âWhat?â
Jisungâs words flew out of his mouth sharply, âIf he was so helpful? What are you doing here, huh?â
âJisung, I donât understand...â Your heartbeat quickened in your chest and you felt anxiety swell there as well. Jisung never spoke to you like this. He never sounded like this.
He growled out a little sound in frustration. âI-I just...canât believe you--â
â--Me? Jisung, what did I do?â You threw your arms up, genuinely confused.
He ran his fingertips over his temples and let out a deep exhale. âY/n, donât pretend like you donât know what youâre doing.â
Your temper started to become seething and you felt your ears get hot. âTell me Jisung. Tell me what I did. And while youâre at it, what has been up with you these past few days? Being short with me, and distant, yeah-Iâve noticed...what are you doing??â
Jisung heaved breaths in and out of his chest, then ran a hand through his hair. He still couldnât meet your eyes.
For a moment, a flash of panic surged in your head, making your heart ache with an unexpected pain. You truly didnât know what he had meant, and if you had made a mistake, you knew it could mean loosing him. God, that was the last thing in the world you wanted. It always was.
âIf I did something wrong tell me because clearly I donât know!!â You yelled back at him, straining your throat.
He walked up to you, then grabbed your shoulders with a firm grip. Finally, you saw his eyes, brown and soft, holding a type of pain that you hadnât seen in him before.
screw you, Han Jisung.
âJisung, I--â
You were shoved by the shoulders in milliseconds to the door behind you, the impact nearly knocking the wind out of you. You gasped in your surprise, but your mouth was immediately shut by Jisung ramming his lips into yours. His hands needily took your face into his palms with his mouth blazing with hunger for you.
It took you a moment to realize what had just happened and steady yourself after being so startled. His lips were so soft and warm, your brain had a hard time recognizing that he was really doing this. His haste made no indication of stopping so you let yourself do what you had wanted to do for years: you kissed him back with everything that you had.
As soon as you did so, he let out little desperate moans between your lips in response. You let your arms wrap around his back and he fell into them just right. Naturally you took one of your hands to the back of his head and tangled up your fingers in his hair. God, it all felt so good. Jisung snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you into him with force, crashing your hips together.
The two of you clumsily made your way to the couch where he threw you down and crawled over top of you just as fast. He moved to your neck then traversed around your skin, sending shivers all through your body. Your hands eagerly found his back where you dug into him, wanting to be impossibly close. To your side, he carefully took your hand in his, weaving all of your fingers together.
Jisung pressed down into you and began to suck at your neck without holding himself back. It was such an intense feeling that couldnât help but moan out something you didnât know you could. You felt his mouth turn into a grin on your skin while he continued. It stung a little when he removed his lips, but he gently kissed each mark as if he was soothing it once he was done. He stopped to admire the little array of purple bruises he had made. Â
âI want you all to myself.â Â Jisungâs voice was hoarse, but still honey-covered in desire.
âWhat are we doing?â You asked him in breathless disbelief.
âIâve wanted to do this for so long.â He whispered, and appeared to calm his breaths. âI donât care.â
"You donât?â
âWhy should I?â He cocked his head and used his free hand to caress your face.
â--That this could change things between us?â
âYou donât want it too?â He looked a little confused.
You felt a warmth rush to your cheeks. Â â--No! I do, I do...trust me.â
âThen can I kiss you some more?â Jisung grinned down at you as loving as he always had, but this time it meant something slightly different.
â...please.â
He lowered back onto you, connecting your lips once more. Jisungâs tongue languidly smoothed onto yours and you already felt intoxicated by the feeling. You tightened your fingers around his.
Iâve always been yours.
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Pretty Smitten | Kuroo Tetsurou
Harry Potter x Haikyuu!!
Summary â it's like second nature for Slytherin's beater Kuroo to always find something to tease you about, until his best friends Bokuto and Tsukishima make him realize it might hide something more.
Genre â hogwarts au! Slytherin! Cocky Kuroo x Hufflepuff f!reader, mentions of Bokuto, Tsukishima, Hinata, Oikawa, Daichi etc...
â â â
Thwap!
You duck out of the way just in time to evade the bludger that zips across your head, so close you feel it brush against your ear as your broom zooms you out of the way. The wind isn't making it easier as it tugs at your clothes, weighing you down while you keep on flying around the court with eyes as alert as a Hawk's for the disappearing snitch.
In truth, you don't really enjoy Quidditch all that much. It was merely due to the captain of the Hufflepuff Team, Daichi, who cornered you upon having accidentally caught sight of your flying skills one winter afternoon. He'd grown to be one of your close friends though, which always makea it hard to pull out and whenever you do mention that maybe it is time for the team to take in a new Seeker, he'd instantly change the subject.
And you wouldn't have been so adamant on trying to force your way out of the team. If not for a particular raven-haired Slytherin Beater.
Speaking of the devil. There he is, that familiar crooked smirk dangling upon his lips as he lazily flies over to you.
"Y/N, aren't you a little laid back!?" He calls out and you roll your eyes, pushing yourself forward to fly as past away as possible.
Too late. He catches up quickly enough, grin widening as he continues, "I know we said it's a practice match but come on, could've put some more heart into it."
Throwing him a scowl that would've scalded anyone but himself, you accelerate your speed. As expected, he follows, "so I heard from Kenma that you failed your Potions midterm. Not that I'm surprised really, you never really had a talent for--"
"How is that any of your business?" You mutter, adamantly fixing your gaze on Daichi so as not to accidentally push Kuroo off his broom.
What a nice thought indeed.
"Aha, that's where I come in. Fortunately for you, I am quite adept at Potions see. I could teach you," from your peripheral you notice him wriggle his brows and you roll your eyes, "for free."
Your knuckles turn white as they tighten around your broom handle.
"No thanks."
"You sure wanna pass this up?" He suddenly leans a little closer, smirk widening, "you could totally exploit this sexy brain of mine."
"What do you want from me, Kuroo?"
"Nothing much, just your dear old grumpy self," he replies cheerfully.
Your scowl deepens. But the offer is tempting. Potions is the only subject that you cannot get your head around and while you are aware of Kuroâs ginormous, self-inflated ego, you also know from a few of his classmates -- Daichi and Suga-- that he is quite the prodigy at Potions.Â
But you donât want to give him that satisfaction. You donât want to give him more reason to get cocky and start another round of endless teasing where youâll never hear the end of it.Â
So you just press your lips together and mumble out a, "we'll see."
"Atta girl," and he waves a goodbye, but not before reaching over to ruffle your hair until your ponytail is barely hanging together, and you yelp in anger, having half a mind to really push him from his broom this time only to see him fly away just in time, that crooked chesire cat smile on his face.Â
Idiot.Â
â â â
"Hey hey hey,â Kuroo knows without looking that this voice belongs to none other than one of his two best friends, Bokuto Koutarou. It was a surprise really, that him and Bokuto had stuck together throughout all these years, considering that Bokuto was a Gryffindor, and him a Slytherin.
An arm drops onto his shoulder, his best friendâs grey strands tickling Kurooâs cheek, âI saw Y/N today. She looked cute.âÂ
The Slytherin Beater snorted, âCute is an overstatement.âÂ
âAh Kuroo, seems youâre as oblivious as always,â Bokuto let out a heavy sigh as he plopped himself onto the library bench next to him, âdo you realize that you spend more time in the library just so that you can see her?âÂ
âBullshit. I come to the library to study,â the raven-haired man gestures towards his Defence of Dark Arts book currently sprawled out before him, which causes Bokutoâs eyebrow to raise in curiosity, âlike hell youâre actually studying. Now tell me,â he leans closer, voice dropping to a murmur, âdo you like her?âÂ
Kurooâs brain actually backfires. He bursts out laughing, âwhat?!â he exclaims so loudly that it earns the pair a few glares thrown their way, to which they silently bow their heads in apology.Â
Bokuto turns back to him, âWow, Tsukki was right. You are thicker than you seem to be, despite that brain of yours.âÂ
"What?â Kuro frowns as he protests, âIâm not thick. And--you guys talk about me behind my back?!âÂ
âOf course we do,â Bokuto rolls his eyes as if itâs obvious before settling his chin into his palm, âespecially since weâre curious as to why you enjoy spending your time with that little Hufflepuff mouse of yours--âÂ
âSheâs not mine, and I definitely donât enjoy spending time with her,â Kuroo can feel the heat travel all the way to his face, blossoming through his cheeks as embarrassment curls in his stomach, âI just--â
âYou just like seeing her face.â
Both men turn towards the new alto to see the Ravenclaw prefect, Tsukishima, pull out a chair to sit himself opposite Kuroo before taking out his piece of parchment and ink.Â
âNot you too?â Kuroo groans, head dropping to his book.
âAlso, you might want to stop flirting with her while weâre on the Quidditch pitch,â Tsukishima continues nonchalantly without looking at him, long fingers turning through the pages to find the section heâs looking for, âI almost got my arm torn off by that Bludger, no thanks to you.â
"I wasnât flirting with her.âÂ
âI donât care. Just donât do it during practice. Itâs annoying,â the blonde smirked at Kurooâs frustrated expression.Â
âI was only asking whether sheâd like some help with potions. Kenma told me she failed her last midterm. I was trying to be nice.âÂ
âOh? Not because you actually wanted to spend more time alone with her?â Bokuto wriggled his brows suggestively, cackling like a crow when Kuroo responded by shoving his shoulder, âno! I donât even see her that way. Sheâs not my type--â
âOya oya oya, speaking of the devil,â Bokutoâs hand plonks onto Kurooâs hair before twisting it in the direction of the library entrance. A second later, you appear looking a little disgruntled, if not mad.
Realizing that Bokutoâs hand is still weaved into his hair, Kuroo bats it away with more violence than necessary, which gets him a pointed look from Tsukishimaâs golden orbs that he responds with a scowl of his own. But before he can voice out how annoyingly invested the pair seemed to be in his love life, he feels a hand tapping him on his shoulder.
Surprise causes him to frown at the sight of you.Â
âIf it isnât my dear little Hufflepuff,â Kurooâs mouth widens in that signature smirk while crossing his arms over his chest, âwhat can I help you with?âÂ
âKenma told me that youâd be here,â you say.
âMhm?âÂ
âAnd I--â you bite your lip before averting your eyes and something in Kuroo stirs because goddamn heâs quite excited about what will fall from your mouth next. But he keeps his silence, waiting for you to battle it out with your pride, âI was wondering whether the offer still stands. For--tu--tutoring.âÂ
Your cheeks are blazing red at this point but Kuroo finds it somewhat adorable, what with the fact that you are dressed in an oversized Hufflepuff sweater that basically swallowa you whole.Â
He forces his expression into a somewhat amused smirk, a little coy, just enough for you to get flustered, âwhat made you change your mind?âÂ
âMy grades.âÂ
In the background, Tsukishima snorts. You flush a deeper red if thatâs even possible.
âAlright, sure,â Kuroo grins up at you, mischief swimming in those golden feline orbs, âbut on one condition.âÂ
âI thought you said it was free.âÂ
âI decided itâd be more fun to have you indebted to me.âÂ
Letting out a heavy sigh, you press your lips together, âwhat then? What do you want?âÂ
âIâll let you know the details later,â he grins at you, âstill havenât figured it out yet.â
A few beats of silence pass between the two of you as you consider his offer, and he can certainly see the way your own pride measures up against your desperation, the way your orbs display your uneasiness as clearly as crystal water. Itâs impossible for you to lie, but Kuroo hasnât noticed how endearing it is, up until now.
And then, he hears Bokutoâs voice in the back of his mind:Â
Do you like her?Â
Kuroo blinks. Of course he doesnât. Of course he doesnât.Â
He doesnât. He does not.
Right?Â
âFine,â your voice brings him out of his inner turmoil, âwe have a deal.âÂ
â â â
If someone had ever told you that one day youâd be sitting by Kurooâs side to spend more than three hours sticking your noses into your Potionâs back, and actually enjoying it, you wouldâve burst out laughing in their faces.
But that is exactly what you are doing right now. And no one is laughing. Definitely not you.
To be fair, Kuroo is not that bad of a tutor. He actually gets pretty into it once he calms down from his teasing high, which is quite a surprising feat considering that you have never seen him serious whenever you were around. Itâs always about pricking you with his comments, saying stuff that will get under your skin just enough to get a reaction out of you.Â
The first time you met up in the library, you had mentally prepared yourself so that you wouldnât murder him halfway into the lesson. Your Hufflepuff counterparts had definitely been surprised, not just because your personalities and houses couldnât have been more different if they tried, but because Kuroo had a reputation of a playful troublemaker, the kind that you usually stayed away from at all costs.Â
âAre you sure this isnât a trap, Y/N?â Your other close friend and classmate, Nishinoya Yu, had lifted his knife into the air with an aggressive swipe, âI can come with you and stab him if ever he does something--â
âNoya-kun I think I can stab him myself,â you reassured him through a mouthful of cereal.Â
âKurooâs not all that bad,â Daichi had suggested tentatively, though youâd snorted in response. Yeah right, not all that bad? That was a word you could not associate with Kuroo Tetsurou.Â
âIf he pisses you off too much just ignore him,â Kenma had simply stated when you sought out his point of view on the matter, which seemed quite logical, a suggestion that you definitely took into consideration as youâd marched towards the library doors.
But all your efforts had been in vain. Sure, Kuroo had been his usual teasing self, ruffling your hair too many times that you could count and constantly snickering into his palm whenever you got your potions and terms all mixed up. But to your ultimate surprise, heâd been quite attentive to your needs and constantly fact-checked whether youâd understood the concept before continuing his explanation. More often times than none, you had found yourself gazing at his features as a realization settled deep into your mind; that Kuroo wasnât all that bad looking after all, and that there was some kind of charm to his messy bed of raven hair and that smirk that seemed to infuriate you to no end.Â
Heâd even accompany you back to your dorm whenever you ended late albeit the fact that Slytherin and Hufflepuff werenât that far apart. The chivalry touched you, despite it coming from the Slytherin Beater.
âWho wouldâve thought the almighty Kuroo would be walking me to my door,â you comment on the first night it happens as you reach the said portrait leading to the Hufflepuff dormitory, âhow surprisingly romantic of you.âÂ
You look up at him and your eyes canât help but trace the span of his shoulders, taking note of his height and-- has he always been this tall? Heâs a giant in comparison to your tiny figure of one hundred and sixty-three centimetres.
He merely chortles at your statement, âplease, romance comes naturally to me,â he gestures his hands with extravagance to prove his point.
"Sure, big guy. If reciting off science puns at me counts as being romantic.âÂ
âOi! Theyâre funny okay!? You laughed.âÂ
âYeah, âcause youâre pitiful.âÂ
He shoves your head to the side playfully in response and you yelp, hands flying up to fix your ponytail for the nth time that night, âstop touching my head or I might think itâs your fetish or something.âÂ
âEven if it was, yours would be the last Iâd be attracted to.âÂ
You chuckle, âtry harder Kuroo. Your comebacks suck.âÂ
âOh shut up midget.â
âWhoâre you calling a midget?!â
Maybe itâs the fact that youâve been spending a lot of time in Kurooâs presence that he grows on you, or maybe itâs the fact that he might not be as bad as you thought he was. But it turns out to be more comfortable to spend time hanging out with him, familiar in ways and yet exciting, thrilling. Heâs a jungle of adrenaline and filled to the brim with jokes that are more lame than funny, and yet thereâs some kind of comfort to know that he isnât as unapproachable as you first thought him out to be.Â
True to his word, Kuroo is quite brilliant at potions, and quite brilliant at sharing his knowledge in a way that actually makes sense. His natural flair of leadership and sympathetic understanding -- minus the jokes and the incessant teasing -- makes you wonder why he hasnât been chosen as Quidditch Captain.Â
When you ask your question out loud during one of your study sessions, Kuroo only smirks, âare you complimenting me?âÂ
âJust answer the damn question, Kuroo.â
"Jeez, arenât you a little aggressive for a Hufflepuff?â he peeks at you from behind his raven bangs, âor should I call you..huffie puffie?âÂ
You flick his forehead and he yelps, âlame,â you deadpan, âanswer me.âÂ
"They did ask me,â he says, leaning back to stretch out his long arms while you try not to focus on the sinewy veins of his forearms, âI refused.âÂ
His answer surprises you, âWhy?âÂ
âBecause Oikawa wanted it. You know him right?âÂ
Who didnât know of Oikawa? Heâs a walking prince, struts around Hogwarts like itsâ his private garden with his endless servants in tow.Â
"Thatâs it? Thatâs your reason?âÂ
âHeâs my friend. Wouldnât be fair to him if I stole the limelight.âÂ
â...are you sure youâre not secretly a Hufflepuff?â
âYou mean a huffie puffie?âÂ
He ducks just in time to avoid your slap, cackling like crazy until one of the prefects swat you with one of their books upon passing by.
âNo, I assure you Iâm not a huffie puffie,â his smirk mellows out into a grin before his chin comes to a rest upon his palm, âand plus, Iâm not cute enough to be in that house.âÂ
Heat springs through your cheeks. Is that a compliment or an insult? Youâre not quite sure.Â
You decide to play along anyway, âyeah youâre right. Youâre not cute enough.âÂ
That does nothing to deter him however, as he keeps gazing down at you with those molten gold pupils half-closed with tenderness, almost lazy, which makes you feel like squirming in your seat.Â
âWhat?â you bark out as you look away, âstop staring. Youâre acting like a creep.âÂ
Chuckling and clearly not flustered by the fact that youâve just caught him red-handed, the raven-haired Slytherin leans even closer, relishing in the way your face turns a bright scarlet. You lean away, slightly panicked, "wh--what do you think youâre doing?!â
âOh nothing, just...â and with movements too quick to comprehend, you feel his fingers gently brushing against a stray strand of hair previously stuck to your lip.Â
âSo, as I was saying before you interrupted me,â and Kuroo proceeds to drone on about the equal amount of hair needed for the polyjuice potion, not minding the fact that you are practically burning as red as a fire engine while your heart seems to be racing like youâve just an entire lap around the Quidditch field.Â
Iâm tired, you chant inwardly, Iâm just tired.Â
Thereâs no way your heart can be beating for someone like Kuroo Tetsurou.
â â â
Kuroo is in deep shit and he knows it.
To be fair, he wouldnât have been if not for an annoyingly stubborn Gryffindor paired with the dry sarcasm of a particular Ravenclaw that would constantly pass him subtle remarks about the indefinite amount of time he seems to be spending with a certain Hufflepuff Seeker.
âDid you tell her yet? When are you gonna tell her?! Can we be there?! Can we--â Kuroo groans and hides his face a little deeper in his arms at the breakfast table, knowing full well that reprimanding his friend will only cause the latter to double his volume. And granted, Kuroo does not want an audience, not this morning. Especially not when he is minutes away from facing you in the Quidditch field.
And as if thatâs not bad enough, Tsukishima has this obnoxious smirk on his face ever since heâs joined them at the table, eating his cereal with unreasonable gusto for someone who finds eating troublesome.
"Iâm surprised you figured it out this fast,â the said blonde had stated last evening as the trio sat, huddled around a makeshift magic fire in the Boyâs Prefect Bathroom. It had become their usual hiding spot over the years.Â
Kuroo had opted for sipping onto his beer as he recalled the particular moment where heâd felt like he was floating on cloud nine. It had been that very morning itself where you had just gotten back your Potions test and without an ounce of hesitation, had bounded up to the Slytherin table during lunchtime, for once not minding the fact that there were a troop of Slytherins engulfing the raven-haired man on each side.
âKuroo!â Youâd shouted with such enthusiasm that your voice was almost unrecognizable, âKuroo!âÂ
But Kuroo had recognized it, turning just in time to catch your excited figure in his arms. Surprise flitted over his face at your bold move but it didnât seem like you cared at that particular moment, practically squealing while shoving your test in his face.Â
âI did it! I got a B minus! Thatâs the best Iâve ever done in Potions so far!â you babbled in excitement, âyou shouldâve seen Snapeâs face!âÂ
âUh--thatâs great, Y/N--â good lord, his hands had slipped onto your waist, right along your hip bone and his breathing stuttered at how close you were, âg--good job.â
At this point you had probably realized your compromising position but before you could scramble out, a teasing alto rung through the air:
"Got yourself a girlfriend, Tetsurou?"
Both your heads snapped at none other than Oikawa, whose eyebrows were raised in amusement, a smirk painted over his lips. You pinked as Kuroo barked out, "shut it, Oikawa."
"S--Sorry," you moved away so quickly that coldness swooped in through Kuroo's fingers, though he wished he could pull you right back.
And that, that had been like a slap in the face. Cold reality rushing through him as his heart throbbed.
Uh oh.
"Don't be such a wimp Kuroo," Bokuto'a alto brings him back to reality and Kuroo blinks, faced with none other than his best friend's grin, "where'd your confidence go now that you actually have a chance?!"
Kuroo doesn't bother replying. It's hard enough to face you without melting in a puddle of heat, how is he supposed to confess at this rate?
As the trio make their way to the Quidditch pitch, the Slytherin Beaterâs eyes easily found you amidst the swarm of Green and Mustard yellow and he raised his hand up in mock salute, heart melting slightly at the shy nod you replied him with before looking away, cheeks flushed.
So cute.
âNow now, Tetsu-chan, not the time to be flirting with your girlfriend,â he feels a hand slap him on his back a little too harshly, causing him to throw a scowl at his Captain. Oikawa merely pulls out his tongue in response, before motioning him to take his place.
He forces your face out of his mind while climbing onto his broom, momentarily closing his eyes to focus on the cheerful chants coming from the bleachers. The Quaffle is thrown into the air, followed by the whistle.Â
He kicks off so quickly from the ground that heâs a mere blur of silver and emerald zipping through the air, bat at the ready while his eyes dart back and forth. Kuroo spots a Bludger heading straight for one of his chasers and quickly veering off in the same direction, he swings his bat back, lunges forward--
Thwap!
The distant ache reveberates through Kurooâs arm, but the smirk of satisfaction is obvious on his face. He proceeds onwards, forcing himself to keep his concentration on the balls so that his thoughts arenât invaded by your presence, by the way you smile, or the blush on your cheeks--
Focus! He shakes his head. He swears he could use a good bashing on the head. Heâll never hear the end of it with Oikawa if he doesnât do his job right.
A yell tears through the pitch.
âWatch out!âÂ
Kurooâs head whips around on instinct. He doesnât even have time to react as he spots the Bludger flying from the other end of the pitch and heading straight towards--
You.Â
No. Blood drains from Kurooâs face. He doesnât think, doesnât even second-guess his movements. He pushes forward onto his broom against his protesting muscles, against the voices that shout out his name in protest as the entire pitch turns into a cacophony of horrified yells and cries to get out of the way, get out of the way before--
A sickening crunch is heard and horror strikes him straight in the chest the moment he sees your body crumble, lips parting in a silent scream.Â
Kurooâs heart shatters into a million pieces.
â â â
Warm.
Itâs so warm. You donât feel like waking up. But instinct kicks in and you groan, an echo of pain jogging through every muscle in your body. It feels like youâve just been run over by a truck and forcing your eyelids to peel open against the drowsiness, it takes a few seconds for you to register that this isnât your room.Â
Fresh laundry sheets, the sound of disinfectant in the air...This is no doubt the Hospital Wing.
You try to sit up but a muffled groan echoes through your throat when pain flares up on your right side. Jesus christ, you did really get run over by a truck.Â
Thatâs when your gaze suddenly falls upon a mop of dark raven hair, feel the warmth of a calloused palm holding onto your free hand.Â
And suddenly, youâre wide awake.
With the dark emerald cape hanging off his back and with his tousled birdâs nest of hair, itâs almost shockingly obvious that this is Kuroo. His face is currently buried in his other arm, which gives you the courage to reach out to gently rest your hand upon his head.
As if sensing your movements, the said raven-haired Slytherin lets out a soft groan of his own. Your hand instantly whips away and you watch, with a mixture of confusion and surprise, as his golden orbs blink away the sleep before they slowly come to focus.Â
His breath hitches as you murmur out, âhey?âÂ
"Y--Youâre awake?â He murmurs so low you barely make sense of his words, and before you can respond, the man has grabbed hold of your hands before bringing them to his lips, âJesus christ, Y/N, I--I seriously thought--â
Your pulse only quickens, heart tugging with emotion when you catch sight of the wetness in Kurooâs golden orbs. What?Â
What is going on?
This Kuroo is not the one you are used to, looking like heâs unraveling at your very feet. In any normal circumstances, you wouldâve definitely taken this advantage to tease him mercilessly, but thatâs clearly impossible. You canât do that to him, not when heâs gazing down at you like youâre worth a thousand paintings.
The thought makes your heart quiver in your chest. Warmth curls through your stomach.
âWhat...â you rasp out, âhappened?â
âA bludger. Came out of nowhere. Headmaster thinks it got tweaked somehow, some stupid prank,â he is searching your eyes, reading your facial expressions like heâs worried you might drop dead any second.Â
âKuroo," you call him gently, âIâm fine.âÂ
And to your utmost surprise, the raven-haired Slytherinâs eyes flutter towards your hands, lips peppering a rain of kisses along your knuckles. They leave a trail of heat that causes your breath to hitch in the back of your throat, âWha--â
âI thought I'd lost you, Y/N. Don't--" his voice chokes up, gaze running up to lock with yours, "don't ever scare me lile that. Fuck, kitten, what would I have done--"
Your own breath hitches. Your eyes grow wide.
Kuroo seems to realize the same thing, hand slapping over his mouth in shock.
"What--" you splutter out. Suddenly, all your pain is forgotten, "did you call me?"
Kuroo swallows thickly as the silence settles between you two.
Then, he breaths in slow and squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, before opening them back to lock eyes with yours.
What swims in his golden feline pupils makes your breath catch.
"I like you," he murmurs, "I've liked you for a while but was too much of a coward to say it. And I guess-- seeing you so hurt scared me. I don't think I've ever been so scared before."
Your skin is basically burning at this point, a volcano of feelings bursting inside you that makes you want to crawl into a hole and hide there forever. But Kuroo's eyes, despite having the slightest tinge of blush littering his cheeks, is still latched onto your features. Unwavering, probing. Questioning.
He likes you.
He likes you.
"You mean--like? As a--"
"More than a friend," he simply says.
Your mouth opens into a small silent Oh.
You don't know what to say. What to do.
Because in truth, if you really have to be honest with yourself, your heart definitely beats for this particular Slytherin. For god knows whatever reason, heâs been on your mind and in your heart for a few weeks now.Â
You wish to say something. Anything. But your throat is dry. You cough it out, swallow and slowly let out a soft breath before your orbs slowly flutter to your lap, to your hands that Kuroo has grasped so tenderly in his hold.
âThe feeling--â you gulp back your pride, âthe feeling is mutual, I guess.âÂ
You donât have to look at Kuroo to know that thereâs a huge grin that blossoms across his face and not even a second later youâre rewarded another rain of kisses upon your knuckles. Gasping slightly at his boldness, his grin mellows out into that teasing smirk you know so well, though it does bring about a few butterflies roaming through your stomach.
âOoh, mutual now is it?â Kurooâs smirk broadens like a cat about to go for a chase and you squirm in your bed, hating how quickly the tables have turned, âwerenât you the one blushing like an idiot just a few seconds ago?!â you splutter out as a miserable defence.
He merely cackles though, leaning in so close that you yelp, âremember about my condition for tutoring you?âÂ
Heâs so close that your noses bump into each other. It doesnât help your heart from running an erratic race inside your chest.
You scramble for coherence, âw--what about it?â
âI figured out what it is.âÂ
"What?âÂ
You try -- and fail -- to lean away when Kurooâs hand slips up to cradle the side of your cheek, and your body reacts like wildfire, troops of butterflies erupting in your stomach at his tender caress.
âLet me kiss you?â Kuroo mumbles out with a hoarse alto, so hoarse it makes you shiver and your toes to curl in delight, spurred on by the words that have just left his mouth.
Gold pupils meet yours. Then, your head dips into a shy nod.
Kurooâs mouth is warm, and soft, and pleasant. He kisses you slowly, gently, like heâs afraid youâd run away if he pressed on too quickly. Youâre not used to it, but you feel like it can grow on you. The way your body relaxes into the kiss has the raven-haired man more confident. His thumb traces your cheek while he slants his head a little more to capture your bottom lips with his own, sucking slightly.Â
You gasp at the sensation and he smirks -- just barely -- and proceeds to kiss you a little deeper. Deep enough, firmly enough that you canât help the whimper that escapes you.
âCute,â Kuroo mumbles against your lips, retracting so that you can breathe. You havenât realised up until now, that your hands have made their way to the back of Kurooâs cloak to tug him closer, or how the said man is literally half-sprawled across your hospital bed.Â
That is, until you hear a certain voice shout out:
âOya Oya! What do I see here?!âÂ
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Perceptive Blindness
Prompt: hi can i have some hurt/comfort lamp where virgil gets the others together and pines maybe? im feeling down and need to see virgil pining. ps i love all your fics (especially Is It Enough?)
Thanks to the nonny for this prompt! I hope it's what you wanted, I had fin with it. I love writing in Virgil's voice so much because I don't have to try and rein in my natural snark as much.Â
Read on Ao3
Pairings: LAMP babeyy
Warnings: our buddy V has a panic attack but itâs not super explicit
Word Count: 4814
It shouldâve been easy, right? To see it coming?
 Listen, Virgilâs job is to be observant, to pay attention to shit. Just because heâs notoriously, um, overreactive doesnât mean heâs bad at paying attention. He sees a whole lot of shit and hey if you saw as much shit as Virgil did youâd be freaking out too, yeah? Okay, great, got that sorted.
 So. Hereâs the thing.
When Roman starts sitting a little closer to Patton that he used to on the couch or offering to help him cook and clean when they all know Roman would rather do anything else, Virgil notices. When Roman starts getting up earlier and earlier so he can beat Patton down to the kitchen so they can do it together, Virgil notices. (Itâs not like he sleeps, he notices this shit when thereâs not supposed to be people up and at âem for another half-hour.)
 So yeah, maybe he sinks into Princeyâs room one day and smirks when Roman startles terribly coming out of the bathroom.
 âHey there, Princey.â
 âDonâtâgoodness, Stormcloud,â Roman huffs, getting his balance back, âdonât do that. Havenât you ever heard of knocking?â
 âYou were in the bathroom, you wouldnât have answered.â
 âHow did you know I wasâyou know what, it doesnât matter.â Roman shakes his head. âWhat do you want?â
âWhat, I canât just pop my head in and say hi?â
 âIâve never in my life heard you say âpop my head inâ and I never want to hear it again.â
 âThatâs where you draw the line?â
 âEveryone has a line, Dark and Stormy.â
 Virgil shrugs, smiling when Roman glares at him for curling up on his bed. Which, alright fair.
 âSo.â
 âYouâve yet to explain why youâre in my room,â Roman reminds, sounding less upset than confused.
 âJust thought Iâd say hi.â
 âYes, sure, thatâs it.â
 âWhat, you donât believe me?â Roman just stares at him. âOkay, okay, I...may have an ulterior motive.â
 âAha!â Roman points at him victoriously. âI knew it! Now tell me, you fiend.â
 Itâs only the slight uptick of Romanâs mouth that lets him know thatâs probably supposed to be a term of endearment.
 âOh, nothing much,â Virgil sighs, âjust wondering about your sleeping habits.â
 âConsidering youâre the only one in the Mindscape who gets less sleep than me, youâre in no position toââ
 âIâm not here to yell at you, Roman,â Virgil says quickly, relaxing a bit when Romanâs shoulders slump, âI justâŠyou know, I hear you when you get up.â
 âThatâsâŠkind of creepy.â
 âItâs my thing, Roman,â he sighs, âI pay attention to shit and itâs not like Iâm asleep.â
 âI know, I know, I didnât mean it like that.â Roman sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face. âAre you asking why Iâve been getting up earlier?â
 âYup.â
 âItâs nothing bad, Virgil.â
 âNever said it was.â
 Roman sighs again, more dramatically this time, flouncing over to his desk, definitely not pouting. âVirgilâŠâ
 âWhat? If itâs not bad, why donât you wanna tell me?â Virgilâs eyes widen. âOoh, is it a secret? Are you keeping secrets, Roman?â
 âShut up!â
 âNo!â Virgil lobs a pillow at him. âTell me!â
 He ducks quickly when another one flies back at him.
 âHey!â
 âYou threw it first!â
 âYeah, and!â
 âGah!â Roman throws himself up out of his chair, trying to hide how red his face is. Itâs not working. âWhat do you want?â
 âI told you, Princey,â Virgil grins, âI want to know why youâre getting up earlier and why you donât want to tell me.â
 âBecause I want to!â
 âAnd why do you want to?â
 âNo,â Roman insists, pointing his finger at Virgil, âI told you, thatâs what you wanted.â
 âGiving me the vaguest answer that doesnât actually answer the question is not an answer.â
 Roman stares at him for a second. âWeâve said the word âanswerâ too many times. Itâs not a word anymore.â
 âPity.â Virgil shrugs. âGuess youâre gonna have to just tell me.â
 âThatâs notâhow doesââ Roman pinches the bridge of his nose. âThat is not how this words. Works.â
 Virgil snickers.
 âShut up.â
 âYouâre so flustered, Princey. I havenât seen you like this in ages.â
 âLeave me alone, Virgil.â
 The note of genuine irritation in Romanâs voice is enough to give Virgil pause. He slides off the bed and walks over to Roman, shoving his hands in his pockets and rocking back and forth on his heels.
 âYou mean that, Roman?â
 Roman looks at him from between his fingers, then looks away. ââŠno.â
 âOkay.â He bumps Roman with his elbow. âSit down, Princey.â
 He winces when Roman lets his knees buckle and just collapses onto the floor.
 âI didnâtâokay fine.â Listen, Virgil has no respect for ânormalâ sitting places at the best of times. He sits next to Roman and watches the prince worry at the cuffs of his sleeves. âRoman, you gottaâyouâre gonna fuck them up.â
 âItâs fine,â Roman mutters absentmindedly, âIâve done this before.â
 ââŠnot exactly reassuring me here, dude.â
 âNo, notânot this, I just meant theâmy sleeves, theyâreâŠtheyâre notâŠitâs fine.â
 Virgil nods, frowning as Roman starts to fidget a little more.
 ââŠPrinceyââ
 âItâs Patton,â Roman blurts, his face flushing even brighter, âIâthatâs why Iâm waking up earlier.â
 Something in Virgilâs chest twists.
 âI figured,â he says instead, bumping Romanâs shoulder again, âyou, uh, you had that look about you.â
 âWhat look?â
 Virgil tilts his head a bit. âYouâŠyou do know what you look like when youâre in love, donât you Princey?â
 If Romanâs eyes could go wider than when Virgil said he knew what was going on, well, they do.
âIâIâmâwait, what?â
 âYouâre romance, arenât you?â The corner of Virgilâs mouth tugs upward. âPassion, desire, romance, all of that, right?â
 âI am, butââ
 âYouâalright, I gotta figure out a way to say this without being sappy as shit,â Virgil grumbles, looking away for a moment. âOkay, uhâyouâreâthereâs no way to say this and not sound absolutely ridiculous, but umâŠyour colorâs red, right?â
 Roman nods, still staring at him.
 âYouâŠyour eyes turn red, Roman,â Virgil mumbles, âlikeâŠyou know how cartoon people get likeâŠhearts in their eyes?â
 âI get literal heart-eyes?â
 âKind of?â Virgil waves his hand. âYou justâyouâreâyour irises go red and likeâŠsparkly.â
 âThey do?â
 âHave you seriously never noticed?â
 âNo!â Roman looks like someone just told him Thomas got another Disney job or something. âIâoh my goodness, this is incredible! How can I see this!â
 âHereâs a tip,â Virgil snickers as Romanâs cheeks start to color again, ânext time youâre in the kitchen with Patton or something, look at yourself in the mirror or something reflective right after you look at him.â
 âO-okay,â Roman mumbles, âokay, okay, I can do this, I can do this, I can do thisââ
 âHeyââ Virgil prods himïżœïżœ âyouâre supposed to be downstairs in ten minutes anyway, just go now.â
 âRight!â
 âAndâŠheâs gone,â Virgil sighs, getting up and sinking back to his own room. He pulls on his headphones and turns up the music.
 Had RomanâŠreally never noticed his eyes did that? The dudeâs had eyes forâwell, as long as you have eyes for. Has he never looked at himself when heâs working before? Jeez, and here Virgil thought Roman was looking in a mirror every two seconds.
 Well, it wouldnât be the first time heâs noticed something that none of the others did. But still, what with howâŠobvious Roman can be sometimes, had the others really never noticed this either?
 As it turns out, the answer is yes, but also no.
 Theyâre in the living room a few days later and Romanâs bouncing off the walls, as per usual, as Logan looks up every so often from his book, and Patton giggles. Virgil is decidedly not paying attention because of course he isnât, curled up on the floor out of the way of Romanâs bouncing.
 âWatch where youâre going,â Logan scolds when Roman almost brains himself on the banister, âyouâll hurt yourself.â
 âPfft,â Roman blusters, âI havenât paid attention to a single thing in my entire life and Iâll be damned if I start now.â
 Virgil snorts. Patton makes a vague noise of concern. Logan just sighs.
 âRoman, you are clearly intelligent enough to demonstrate that you do pay attention to things.â
 âI dunno,â Virgil says, âhe didnât notice his heart-eyes when heâs in love until I told him about them.â
 Roman sticks his tongue out. Virgil sticks his out back. Then they notice that Logan and Patton are quiet.
 âGuys?â
 âRoman has what?â Logan closes his book. âIâŠI was also not aware of this.â
 âHah!â Roman points at Virgil. âSee, itâs not just me!â
 âYeah, yeah, whatever.â
 âPatton? Did you also know this?â
 âY-yeah,â Patton manages, his voice strangely quiet, âI mean, I knew about Romanâs eyes, butâŠdoesnât he have that all the time? Not just when heâs in love?â
 Oh.
 Oh, shit.
 Roman freezes, his mouth opening and closing without making sounds. Logan looks quizzically back and forth between the two of them until Virgil clambers to his feet and knocks his elbow.
 âCâmon, L, letâs go somewhere else.â
 âWhy?â
 âYouâll see.â
 Sure enough, after a few minutes of them walking away to give Roman and Patton some privacy, Logan makes a small âahâ sound.
 âYeah,â Virgil sighs, âtook them long enough.â
 âI am pleased to say that this I did notice.â
 âRight?â
 âI mean itâs not like it isnât obvious.â
 âThatâs what I said.â
 âHonestly, did they believe we couldnât see?â
 âI donât think they knew until like, ten seconds ago.â
 âThey truly are a bit oblivious, arenât they?â
 âOh, hell yeah.â
 Hey, you know how sickeningly adorable Patton and Roman are normally? You know how much more sickeningly adorable they got after this happened?
 Great.
 Now double that.
 Now you have like, some idea of what Virgilâs going through.
 Dates. Kisses. Flowers. Baking together. Sitting on top of each other. Whispers in the corner. Curled around a phone so tight they canât tell whose legs are whose.
 All.
 The.
 Time.
 Is Virgil happy for them? Yes. Absolutely. Great for them. Is he also about to down a bottle of soy sauce to even out the amount of pure sugar heâs being forced to consume? Pass that salt factory over here, please, pronto. Thatâs probably why the feeling that twisted in his chest hasnât gone away any.
 âSeriously,â Virgil huffs to Logan after the two of them vanish from the kitchen, âThomas is gonna have so many cavities.â
 âThatâs not how it works, Virgil.â
 âBut it fucking could be.â
 âI must say I think this has had aâŠpositive impact on Thomas,â Logan says instead, âthat his heart and his ego are soâŠcompatible.â
 Virgil snorts. âThatâs one way to put it.â
 âI suppose it makes sense.â
 âYeah, yeah, it makes sense. Right brain boys, we get it. Doesnât mean I donât feel like Iâm drowning in a gallon of vanilla syrup every time I walk into a fucking room.â
 âAlright, enough,â Logan says, giving Virgil a reprimanding look thatâs just this side of too smiley to be effective, âI need more coffee.â
 âOoh, get me some too?â
 âI have a better idea: why donât you come with me?â
 Virgil groans. âBut that requires moving. And effort.â
 âYou have legs.â
 âButââ Virgil wriggles down into the nice little divot in the couch cushionsâ âcomfy.â
 Logan sighs, shaking his head in what might be fond exasperation. âVery well. Hold this.â
 âOkay,â Virgil mutters, taking Loganâs empty coffee mug, âwhat are youâhey!â
 Logan, because apparently none of them have noticed that he can apparently do this, simply tucks Virgil under his arm like a sack of potatoes, conveniently ignoring the fact that Virgil is, you know, a fucking heavy-ass person, and walks off toward the kitchen like this is absolutely fucking normal.
 âDo I even weigh anything to you?â
 âYour weight is not insubstantial.â
 Well, judging by the way Loganâs just walking, like a normal person, uh, it doesnât seem like it.
 âHowâsince whenâwhat?â
 âArticulate as always, Virgil,â Logan remarks, stride never faltering, âI do seek to maintain some level of physical fitness.â
 âSome level ofâLogan, youâre carrying me like itâs nothing!â
 Logan glances down and raises an eyebrow. âIs there a problem?â
 Nope. Absolutely not. Not from this angle. Holy shit.
 âNo,â Virgil squeaks, âno, nope. Iâm good. No problems.â
 Logan hums and looks away, easily setting Virgil back on his feet once they get to the kitchen.
 Yeah, yeah. Everythingâs fine right now. Everythingâs so fine. Everythingâs so fine and good right now in the way that itâs happening. Itâs never not been fine. Virgilâs never been more fine in his fucking life.
 Holy fuck.
 Okay, so Virgil was not observant enough to pick that up the first time aroundâget it? No? Fuck you, that was funnyâbut he does start noticing it more often. How Logan can just sigh and pick up the couch to grab his pencil, or how he never balks at having to put away the really heavy dishes that Patton struggles with. Itâsâokay. Yep, he can deal with this. Totally.
 Virgil just sees a lot, okay?
 Which means that he can see how Roman and Patton react when they first realize how strong Logan is.
 Pattonâs looking for something in the top of the cupboard, straining on his tiptoes. He sighs and starts to try and climb the counter.
 âPatton!â Logan rushes into the kitchen past Virgil who sits back to watch the show. âDonât do that, you know how dangerous it is.â
 âI know, I know, but I canât find the brown sugar, I think I pushed it back too far!â
 âJust get the step stool, you know where it is.â
 âBut it takes so long to reorganize the closet to get it out,â Patton protests, âand I know where it is, it wonât take long.â
 âWe do need to fix that, donât we?â Logan sighs. âAlright. You say you know where it is?â
 âYes! I can see it, I just canât reach it.â
 âAlright. Ready?â
 âReady forâoof!â
 Patton squeals when Logan justâŠpicks him up and holds him by the cupboard, clutching Loganâs arms like heâs going to fall.
 âL-Logan!â
 âCan you reach it?â
 âY-yeah, I can probablyâoh my goodness, Lo, youâre strong!â
 âIâm not going to drop you, Patton, just grab the sugar.â
 âOkay, okay, I, umâŠâ Patton fidgets, still clutching Loganâs hands. âGosh!â
 âPatton? The sugar?â
 âR-right!â Patton pulls the bag of sugar out of the cupboard as Logan lowers him gently to the ground. âWow, thanks, Logan!â
 âOf course. Though we really must get the closet reorganized, the step stool does not good if we canât easily access itâŠâ
 Virgil snickers as Logan goes off about the closet. He knows damn well Patton is not paying any attention to what heâs saying. He catches Virgilâs eyes and just mouths âwow!â
 Virgil responds with a shrug of âwhat can you do?â
 âVirgil?â
 âWhatâs up, L?â He cranes his neck back to peer up at Logan.
 âPatton has requested that we all come to stay in the kitchen,â Logan says, offering a hand to pull Virgil to his feet. Virgil briefly entertains the idea of making Logan pick him up again when he decides against it.
 âOkayâŠ?â
 âDo you happen to know where Roman is,â Logan asks as he pulls Virgil up, âor no?â
 âI think heâs in the Imagination?â
 Logan rolls his eyes. âThen you may as well come with me. Weâll have a better chance of finding him.â
 Virgil tips Patton a lazy two-fingered salute as they make their way up the stairs. Sure enough, the bright red door to the Imagination is ajar, and as Logan steps through, Virgil spots a castle, a briar garden, and many many cloud fortresses above.
 âWell,â Logan huffs as Virgil closes the door, âheâs not running out of energy any time soon.â
 âGood.â
 âQuite.â Logan glances around. âWell, weâd better start looking.â
 Virgilâs about to agree when he hears something whistling above him. He looks up and squints.
 He takes two steps to the left.
 âVirgil?â Logan turns around. âWhatâre you doing?â
 In response, Virgil just points up.
 Logan follows his finger, his expression changing from one of confusion to that familiar fond exasperation again. Virgil expects him to glance around for something soft, or squishy, or at the very least move out of the way.
 Instead, Logan simply sighs, takes two steps closer, and holds out his armsâŠ
 âŠand catches Roman effortlessly in a princess carry.
 âHello, Roman,â Logan says like he didnât just fucking do that, âPatton wants everyone downstairs.â
 âI donât think Romanâs got speech right now, L,â Virgil snickers.
 Indeed, Romanâwhich, hang on, letâs preface this by saying this is a reasonable reaction, okay? Logan just fucking caught him after falling from god knows how high like he weighs less than a fucking pillow, this is not something that just happensâis staring open-mouthed at Logan, panting heavily, frozen in Loganâs arms. Logan tilts his head.
 âRoman? Are you okay?â
 Virgil snorts when Roman suddenly flails and tries to struggle out of Loganâs arms.
 âRoman,â Logan says sternly and holy fuck, âif you want me to put you down I will, but if you do that youâre going to hurt yourself.â
 âYep,â Roman squeaks, âyou canâyou can put me down, I can walk, you can put me down.â
 âThere we go.â Logan puts him down only for Roman to quickly brush himself off and dart toward the door. âWhere are you going?â
 âPatton! Downstairs! Forgot! Bye!â
 âWell, he seems to be in a hurry,â Logan sighs, adjusting his glasses, only to frown at Virgil when Virgil just bursts out laughing. âWhat?â
 âNo, no, you gottaâholy shit!â Virgil doubles over, still cackling. âOh my god, his face.â
 âI donât understand whatâs so funny,â Logan says a moment later when Virgilâs wiping tears from his eyes, âdid I do something wrong?â
 The concerned question sobers Virgil, at least enough to stop dying. âNo, no, L, youâre fine. Romanâs justâŠhaving a moment.â
 âBecause he forgot about Pattonâs request,â Logan nods, âand does not wish to offend him.â
 ââŠyeah, thatâs it.â
 âWell,â Logan says, dusting himself off, âletâs not be late too, hmm?â
 âSure, L.â
 Logan might not know why Roman and Patton are muttering furiously to each other and spring apart the second they appear around the end of the stairs, but Virgil does. He just chuckles and winks and settles in to watch a dinner of the three of them being absolutely idiots.
 Itâs fine.
 Itâs so fine.
 Itâs probably because he was laughing so hard that his chest still hurts.
 This lasts for like a week, and Virgilâs fucking face hurts from laughing at their fucking faces and trying to hide how hard heâs fucking laughing. And yeah okay Virgilâs in no position to judge, heâs got no idea how ridiculous he looked when he got jump scared by Loganâs freaky strength.
 And itâs just not fucking fair because if it was Roman, theyâd all expect it. Heâd be sweeping them off their feet every two seconds and theyâd be used to it by now. If it were Patton, heâd just pick them up and hug them and be the best dad ever and that would be great. But no, itâs Logan.
 Logan whoâsâŠLogan. Who can calm them all down better than anyone else but also has that sharp-as-hell tongue and quick wit that runs circles around them. Fuck. Heâs justâgah.
 Okay, at least Virgilâs not alone here. Heâs seen Patton fumble through his words around a surprisingly patient Logan for ages now, and watched Roman stand way too close to Logan too. And yeah, okay, heâs seen the way Logan looks at them too.
 So much so that he bites the bullet one day and sighs, tugging Logan out of the living room and to his room.
 âVirgil? Whatâs going on?â
 âWhatâs going on,â Virgil sighs, âis that if I have to look at you pining over them for one more second I am going to scream.â
 Logan, to his credit, doesnât try and deny it. Instead, he simply adjusts his tie and glasses, studiously avoiding Virgilâs gaze. âI suppose it really is that obvious.â
 âTo me, yeah, to those two, not so much.â
 âI will get over this, Iâm working on it.â
 âGod, no, L, thatâs not what Iââ Virgil pinches the bridge of his nose. âJust talk to them, okay?â
 âAre you certain? But youâd beâŠokay with this?â
 Virgil levels a stare at him. âDude, have you not seen how they look at you?â
 ââŠno?â
 âWhat is it like for you guys? It must be so boring.â
 âI can assure you,â Logan says wryly, âI can see perfectly well.â
 âSure, Specs.â
 âAlright, thatâs enough.â
 âYeah, uh-huh. Sure.â
 âVirgil!â
 âNo, no, Iâm just saying itâs interesting thatââ
 âThatâs enough.â
 Virgil gulps. âMhmm. Okay. Yep. Got it.â
 He wisely does not go into the living room for the rest of the day.
 Thereâs a lot Virgil sees. He sees the way Logan makes two extra mugs of coffee, sits just so on the couch, touches the small of Romanâs back or the crook of Pattonâs shoulder. He sees the way Roman smiles when he looks at Patton the way he doesnât smile any other time, wraps his arms tightly around Loganâs waist and hooks his chin over his shoulder, keeps his door cracked a little more than usual. He sees the way Patton fusses over the cookies, making sure theyâve always got Romanâs chips and Loganâs pretzels stocked, walks in the middle of the two of them with their hands swinging.
 He sees a lot.
 And, uhâŠhe realizes something.
 Remember that, uh, funny feeling in his chest that he totally thought was from somewhere else?
 Listen, just because he sees a lot of stuff doesnât mean heâs the best at recognizing it.
 So yeah. Heâs, uhâŠ
 You know.
 Donât make him say it.
 As it turns out, that can make you blind to certain things. When heâs hyper-focusing on the things he knows heâs going to see, he doesnât really have the space to realize thereâs a whole host of things he doesnât see.
 He doesnât see the way Pattonâs smile drops when Virgil declines his invitation to movie night, saying he doesnât wanna crash or invade. He doesnât notice the way Roman makes a point to ask permission to hug Virgil too, cradling him with a tenderness he doesnât notice that heâs only seen for the others. He doesnât realize how much Loganâs behavior toward him is how Logan treats Roman and Patton now.
 He doesnât notice much past the ache in his chest.
 Then he has a panic attack on their date night and the pain sharpens to an unbearable whine.
 Theyâre not coming. Theyâre not coming. Thereâs no one here to help him, heâs alone, heâs always going to be alone, in the dark, in the shadows, away from the light. Theyâre not worrying about him, why would they? Theyâve got each other, they donât need him, theyâve never needed him, not like he needs them, heâsâheâs all alone, he doesnât have anyone, no one wants him, heâs going to die like this. Heâs alone. Itâs cold. The cold is painful. His chest burns from how cold it is. He canât breathe, itâs so cold.
 âVirgil?â
 No one is here, no one is coming.
 âRoman, can youâ?â
 Something bangs in the distance.
 âVirgil!â
 Strong arms wrap around him and pull him into something warm. More strong arms cover his hands and gently pry them away from his face. Something soft rubs his face and strokes over his back.
 âI need you to breathe with me, kiddo, come onâŠâ
 âWeâre right here, Stormcloud, you just calm down now.â
 âItâs okay, Virgil, everything is okay.â
 TheyâreâŠhere?
 No, no, no, theyâre not supposed to be here, itâs their date night, theyâoh, god theyâre missing their date night for him and heâs ruining it and theyâre going to hate him now andâandâ
 âShh, shh,â comes Loganâs voice from somewhere above him, âhush now, Virgil, itâs alright. Weâve got you.â
 âYouâre safe, sweetheart,â Patton coos, âI promise. You just sit with Logan for a minute, okay?â
 âIâmâIâm soâsorâsorrââ
 âNone of that, shadowling,â Roman murmurs, brushingâwait, what?âbrushing his lips over the back of Virgilâs shaking hand, âitâs not your fault.â
 The ache in Virgilâs chest expands and collapses in on itself again.
 Logan makes a comforting noise, tugging Virgil gently this way and that until heâs square in Loganâs arms, his head pillowed in the crook of Loganâs neck. Romanâs hand cards through his hair. Patton taps the 4-7-8 rhythm gently on his arm.
 âVirgil, honey?â Patton reaches up to dab at his damp cheek when he mumbles a full apology. âAre you okay, sweetheart?â
 âYeah,â Virgil manages, ây-you can go now, âm sorry.â
 Roman chuckles. âIf you think weâre leaving you, little demon, youâve got another thing coming.â
 âB-but youââ
 âShh, shh,â Roman says quickly when Virgilâs breathing starts to pick up again, âtake it easy, V, itâs okay, weâre not in a hurry.â
 âItâs your date night,â Virgil blurts, the words clumsy and too loud in his mouth, âyouâyou shouldnât have to be here. W-withââ
 ââŠwith,â Patton prompts gently, âwith what, kiddo?â
 ââŠwith me.â
 âOh, kiddoâŠâ
 âIf you think,â Roman says quietly, âthat weâd rather be anywhere else than right here, with you, at any time, youâre sorely mistaken, V.â
 Wait.
 What?
 âB-but weâreâyouâreâIâm notââ
 âNot what, kiddo?â
 ââŠyours.â
 Saying it out loud punctures his chest again. Tears well up in his eyes as he buries his face shamefully in Loganâs neck.
 ââŠoh my god,â he hears Roman say faintly, âit happened!â
 âBut I thought weâwe were being more obvious!â
 âI know! I thought we were too! But this happened! Itâs just like the stories, oh my goodnessââ
 âOh, kiddoâŠâ
 Virgil canât process any of that right now, thank you very much, because heâs currently hiding in Loganâs embrace and would rather never emerge again.
 If he had, well, he may have been a little more prepared for Logan to cup his face with one hand and pull back enough to look him in the eyes.
 âVirgil,â Logan whispers, âwe thought you already were.â
 Stop.
 Wait.
 Pause.
 Go back.
 Rewind.
 âWhat?â
 âSurely youâve noticed, kiddo, havenât you?â Patton squeezes his arm. âWe love you, Virgil.â
 âB-butâyouââ
 âStormcloud,â Roman whispers, brushing his lips over Virgilâs cheek, âwe do, and youâre ours as much as youâd like to be.â
 âIâIâLoganââ
 âPattonâs right,â Logan says, still cupping Virgilâs face as he wipes away stray tears, âto be honest, IâŠ.well, I thought you and I were in a relationship long before Patton and Roman.â
 âYou what?â
 In response, Logan leans forward and kisses Virgilâs forehead.
 âYou donât think Iâd do that for just anyone,â he whispers, too quiet for the others to hear, âdo you?â
 Hello, yes, hi, Virgil has precisely zero idea whatâs going on right now, so uh, if everyone could just hold the fuck on for two seconds it would be greatly appreciated.
 âAww, Left Brain boys!â
 âShh!â
 Virgil isnât interrupting date night.
 The others care about him.
 The others love him.
 The others want him to be a part of their family.
 Logan thought they were in a relationship already.
 âShh, shh,â Logan shushes, his thumb stroking Virgilâs shaking cheek, âyou donât have to say anything right now, darling. This is a lot, Iâm sure.â
 âLoganâs right.â Roman ruffles Virgilâs hair. âWeâll be here for you, Stormcloud.â
 âAnd thatâs a promise.â
 Yeah, Virgilâs brain is way too fried by all of this to process any of it. But he does know that Romanâs hand in his hair is warm and soft and perfect. He knows that Pattonâs murmuring something quietly thatâs lulling him right to sleep. He knows that Logan is still holding him tightly, his lips pressed to his forehead, whispering how much they love him.
 âGo to sleep, darling,â Logan whispers, âweâll be here when you wake up.â
 ââŠrude?â
 âYouâre not being rude, kiddo, promise.â
 âClose your eyes,â Roman calls softly, his fingers scratching around Virgilâs head, âand youâll see, Stormcloud.â
 As Virgilâs eyes drift closed, maybeâŠmaybe theyâre right.
 Maybe itâll be a little easier to see that way.
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How Much I Love You/Hate You 3
Taglist: @ijuuyâ @brrrrrrah
Word Count:1689
Warnings: None
A/N: Aaah finally part 3 is up sorry if this is short and kinda fast paced but I wanna get into to it so yea expect part 4 is into it(the arrange marriage scene will start there proly) and I feel like the last part is really rushed but plss give me some feedback I ish need it alsoo plss chat me or ask me if you wanna be tagged.
Y/Nâs POV:
The bright light of the sun hurts your eye the moment it tries to open up making you groan and stretch your arms as you were now getting up slowly from your deep slumber, you eye your room and notice the things you failed to notice the night of your arrival, your childhood room has undergone changes with example the colors that used to be in a pastel shade now in a dark shade to compliment your mature taste but you will never fail to see how all the pictures of your childhood were still on full display on the desk you used to use whenever you were studying, getting up you canât help but smile how things change so fast the girl who was once playing around in this very room was now getting ready to enter the corporate world, you wash yourself up before coming down to the breakfast that your mom asks the maid to make every single time. The bath made you smell like a full bloom rose which is one of your personal favorites, the outfit you chose for today was the Versace mini blazer dress with a pair of black Louboutin heels and underneath is a sexy lingerie from Victoria secret, the scent you went in for today was from Giorgio Armani SĂŹ.
As you went down everyone was in awe seeing you big smiles evident in their faces, when you were munching yourself with breakfast your mom canât help but compliment from head to toe and tell you how much she misses you and things she plans now that you are here, her stories made you really miss her so you also told her stories about your stay in New York âMom, did you know there was one time I was actually really drunk in this one party and when I went to class the next day with a massive hungover my shit ass professor dropped the bomb at how we have a quiz the next day because of that I had to cave myself up the whole day and review this muchâ you showed her your hand and she chucked at your story remembering how she was during her college days, more exchange of stories went on and that made you feel your momâs warmth once more( well you were always close to your mom she was the only one you had growing up) the breakfast was special today not until your mom dropped a question you find odd âHoney, do you perhaps have a boyfriend or any potential husband right now?â she asks with a smile plastered on her face which makes you raise your brows âMom, why talk about that you do remember me saying that I donât want to get married right?â you tell her with a firm tone but she begins to sigh âYouâre only saying that now Y/N, I was like that once but eventually I got marriedâ she counters what you said but you feel frustrated âYou got married and dad cheatedâ you tell her while eyeing her âY/N not all men cheat, it doesnât mean if your dad cheated all the boys cheatâ she tells you to comfort you a little âEither way I have no plans on marriage, but why the sudden question mom do you perhaps plan to get remarried?â you ask her as you stand up to tuck the chair back in to leave but she replies âM-me no I prefer being singleâ she said feeling flustered â So am I momâ you tell her as you now finally make your leave to go to the company
Markâs POV
Mark was awaken due to his alarm but truth be told he was never actually been able to sleep well ever since the day his heart got broken and maybe thatâs the reason why he would drown himself from too much workload or sultry nights with different girls, as he got up he eyes his room that he never thought he would go back to because this was the room that witnessed his lovely passions to his miserable state but he knew he should not dwell into it much because he is different now, this room should no longer remind him of the girl that tore him, he should move on and be stronger to prove to her how she wronged him. Mark decided to take a shower to finally get ready for another dreadful work day, he did not really enjoy working in a corporate world rather he enjoys creating music but due to too much guilt towards his parents and how he gave up on the life he enjoyed with her he decided it was best to follow the footsteps of his parents, honestly it was hard at first but through time he learned that it was not that bad after all, today he wore a grey suit from Armani that perfectly showed his toned body.
Mark did not bother to have breakfast as it was not really his thing even though his mom insists he eats something, he was fetched by his secretary Taeil and the car ride was rather cold he did not bother to chat with Taeil like would do normally, arriving in the company he was greeted by different department heads right from the entrance and was escorted towards his office, his arrival was a gossip amongst different staffs some saying he was a âplayboyâ, âspoiledâ ,âkindâ and many different mixed opinions but one in particular has caught his attention âhe got a girl pregnant before they say and the baby diedâ that caught him in his tracks and immediately diverting his attention towards the girl âWhat did you say?â he asked with anger filling his eyes making the girl feel small as she was caught red handed âN-nothing s-sirâ she said stuttering âLet me just remind you, you donât get paid to gossip you get paid to workâ he said slamming the desk of the girl and immediately heading towards his office Taeil seems to catch on so he gave small apologies towards the people and then following Mark after âS-sir are you alrightâ he asked the moment he entered Markâs office but Mark just signaled him to leave to which Taeil cooperated too, deep thoughts occupied Markâs mind especially since every day he dreams of his baby that died, it always fills him with guilt how it died so soon not even given the chance to see the world.
When Markâs father knew that he was now in his office he immediately wanted to see his son that he misses so badly, âMarkâ his father exclaimed opening his door to which he smiled at âDadâ Mark replies while giving the same enthusiasm âYou look great in the office sonâ he compliments his son to which Mark replied to with a small âThanksâ but since Mark has a meeting soon he tells his dad âI actually have a meeting in about 10 min, letâs catch up later dadâ but his dad stops him as he has something really important to tell him and itâs about the most awaited event where there big announcement will be known âI actually have something important to tell you sonâ Mark raised an eyebrow towards his father at him being so serious suddenly âWhat is it dadâ he asked âWe are hosting a charity ball son and I need you to be presentâ he announced âYes, you told meâ Mark replied âBut son this ball will not just be a ball but we will be merging with another company-â but before his dad can finish his phone rings âExcuse me sonâ his father said but then left immediately cause he also has a important meeting, Mark just shrugged it and went on about his day as he did not really think of it as something serious.
Y/Nâs POV:
You were chilling in your office when your friend Yuna barged in âY/N,Y/Nâ he said with a full glee to which you chuckled at âDonât you have a company to runâ you ask her while welcoming her for a embrace, the embrace was rather long with how much you miss each other, well before coming to New York , Yuna was your best friend as you have known each other till you were in diapers âWell I do but itâs lunch timeâ she said with a smile on her face and a cute doe eyes, you canât help but giggle at how adorable she is âWhat brings you hereâ you asked her while motioning her to sit while you page your secretary to bring you some tea âFirst of all I miss you and second of all because you are merging with the Lee family and third we need to go shopping for dresses for the ballâ she said while pointing her fingers at you âW-wait what merging and what ball?â you asked her very confuse about whatâs happening âOh you donât know?â she asked again as if she could not believe you donât know âWell yes idkâ you repeated â Well your mom is merging your company with the company of the Leeâsâ you were shocked as your mom did not even bother to tell you âSecond they will be holding a charity ball to announce the mergeâ at this point you really donât know anymore âWhen is itâ you asked her to which she happily replied to âSaturdayâ, well itâs basically three days from now âMy mom hasnât told me about thatâ you tell her as you tea arrived âThanksâ you tell your secretary âMaybe she will, but at least I told you didnât I?â she said while taking a sip of the tea. Your Mom did indeed tell you within the day that there will be a ball that you need to attend to and itâs with the Leeâs who she wants to merge with, the whole situation made you feel like you are in a very fast paced world because itâs just your first day in Korea yet there are too many surprises that awaits you.
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For dayton can you write being childhood best friends with him and you've always been there at his races and one day your running late so you don't get to see him before for his pep talk. And his race goes horribly and eventually when he sees you he gets angry and you get in to a argument. But eventually he makes it up to you.
A/N: Alright, hereâs my first go at writing for Dayton White! I watched Logan Lucky and absolutely adored it. Dayton does not get the love he deserves! I decided Im going to make this at least a two parter, potentially spanning into one or two more. I really want to dive into the past with these two! This will focus more on their relationship growing up, while the second (and potentially third) part will contain more of the angst. Once again if I donât write for a Seb character you like, just ask and Iâll try and gain access to it! I hope you guys enjoy. I also really hate to do this, but I recently quit my job due to a toxic work environment. Here is my ko-fi, if you can donate that would be cool, but if you canât no pressure!!! Love you all â€ïž
https://ko-fi.com/kyleey01
Pairings: Dayton White x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Fluff, no proofreading (Iâll get to it)
Word Count: 2.5k
Youâre Always There Part 1
Your earliest memory of Dayton was meeting him at Memorial Park in your hometown. You were both 5 years old, new to the world outside of your home. It was the day before Kindergarten, and both of your parents wanted you to make new friends before the first day of school. Hopefully meeting someone in your class, they felt you wouldnât be as scared being truly away from them for the first time. You only had a single mom, and she did everything for you that she could, even taking you to the park after her long day at work. Dayton had both parents, making it easier for him to let go and meet new people. His home was âcompleteâ by societal standards.
âMommy I donât wanna go play on the slide. I wanna go home and play dinosaurs with youâ you said looking up at your mother.
She kneeled down to look you in the eye, holding her shining gaze with yours looking both serious and concerned, âHoney, you know you go to school tomorrow. This is your chance to go meet someone new, maybe even have a friend when you go into school tomorrow.â
You were extremely hesitant. You loved your momma, and she loved you more than anything. You had friends on your street that you liked to play with, but your mom was never far away, only a quick yell and she would be there. This was different. She had told you she wasnât going to be there if you needed her, and that you would have to wait until school was over to see her again. You cried for two days straight after you had the âschoolâ talk. What were you going to do without your mom? She was your superhero, your friend, and the best mother in the whole wide world. You didnât need anyone else. Thatâs what you thought, at least. Until you met Dayton.
âGo on chickadee, go make some friends. Youâre a big girl now who can build pyramids with blocks and cut out dinosaurs with scissors, you can do anythingâ your mother said with a smile.
This was all you needed to muster up the courage to conquer the slide. You nodded at your mom and ran off towards the wooden playground. They really shouldâve made these things plastic, with splinters and bee stings being common afflictions of being on the playground, but it didnât matter to you. It was fun all the same.
You began to climb the steps of the huge castle, making your way through drawbridges and holes through the wood to get to the slide. There were two other little girls there, a little older than you, maybe seven. You mustered up a quiet âhiâ but they didnât hear you, already screaming and running off in a different direction. Just when your hopes of making a friend had been dashed, you heard another voice from behind you.
âHi. Whatâs your name?â
A boy of brunette hair and ocean blue eyes was staring at you expectantly. You werenât expecting anyone to respond except those girls, so you were timid at first. You opened your mouth to speak several times but nothing came out. You started to become overwhelmed, tears welling up in your eyes.
The boy noticed, looking at you confused. He had only asked you your name. However, his momma always said if someone was crying, you fix it.
âItâs okay, you donât have to tell me your name. Do you need a hug?â
All you could do was nod, strangely opening up to this welcoming boy. He smiled and brought you in for a tiny hug. He wants gentle, kind of rough actually as he swayed you back and forth with energy. He pulled away, hoping you had felt better. You did.
âIâm Daytonâ he said, smiling at you.
You smiled back, with tear stains still on your cheek.
âIâm Y/Nâ
âY/N, it looks like you need another hugâ Dayton gave you another hug, holding you until he stopped hearing the faint sniffle that escaped your body every so often.
You pulled away, nodding to indicate you were alright now.
âYou wanna go down the slide? My mommy is probably wondering where I amâ Dayton asked innocently.
You nodded, relief washing over you that someone wanted to be your friend
âThat sounds awesome.â
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From that day forward, you and Dayton were attached at the hip. Elementary school had been a breeze. Thankfully, Dayton was in your class your first year. Although it didnât stay that way, you would always find time to meet and play during recess. Recess time turned into meeting after school, and meeting after school extended into high school.
Dayton began racing during freshman year. Your school offered a racing club which allowed students to meet after school and go to various tracks in the state to see what it was like to race. You and Dayton had always gone Go-Kart driving on the weekends, but you never thought it would turn into anything serious. Dayton, however, has found his passion. He started building his own race car after school sophomore year, and even asked if you would come over to help. You knew absolutely nothing about building a race car, but Dayton wanted you to be there and thatâs all that mattered.
âYâknow I know nothing about building a damn car right? Do YOU even know anything about building a car?â you posed to Dayton in an almost accusatory tone.
âAs a matter of fact, Y/N, I have been studying how to build this âdamn carâ for over a year now, so why donât you put a little respect on Francineâs name?â
âWell, Dayton, I suggest you begin studying geometry before you fail the quarter. And you named the thing already? Is it your lover or you car?â
âItâs bothâ he gave you a weird wink, one on the left, and then another on the right in secession.
âYou are absolutely gross, White. I canât believe I ever agreed to go down that slide with you when we were five. It was probably all apart of your evil plan to keep me from being someone elseâs best friend just so I could build this car with youâ you rolled your eyes as you sat on the hood of his family car.
âGod youâre so right. You caught me. Our entire friendship has been a sham, and it all led up to this moment. And now that I finally have you where I want you...â he said with a low growl, planting both of his hands on either side of you as you sat on the hood of his car.
âIâm gonna get ya!â He said tickling your sides
You shrieked, absolutely taken aback that his hands were all over you.
God, his hands were all over you.
Alright, maybe he is cute, but there was no way you two would ever date. You came to that conclusion a long time ago. Your crush developed in the 6th grade, which is absolutely astounding considering middle schoolers are anything but normal. Even in the most awkward stage of life Dayton still managed to be charming and cute as ever. You were determined to tell him, but he would never shut up about Stacey Waterson. You hated her with every fiber of your being. What was wrong with you after all? You had it all, at least thatâs what your mom said. You were decently pretty, immensely funny, and his best friend. You shared everything together. What more could he want? Well, the answer to that question would be Stacey Waterson. He wanted her, and not you.
You came back to from the tickling after laughing for what seemed like minutes. Your sides were hurting from contracting your ab muscles for too long. You pushed Dayton off of you playfully, but he pounced back on you, pinning your arms above your head.
âSay the password and Iâll let you goâ he stared you down, being absolutely serious.
However, you wanted to double check.
âYou canât be seriousâ you retorted back, completely flustered due to the situation you were currently in on top of the incessant tickling that occurred just moments before.
âOh, Iâm serious. Say the password and Iâll let you go!â He said with a huge smile on his face.
âJesus Christ, let me go you dickâ you said while struggling to get up.
Dayton made a loud buzzing sound in your face.
âTry again!â
âDayton come on let me up!â
Dayton made another loud buzzing sound in your face.
âCome on Y/N, just one little word and this can all go away. All you gotta do is say..â
âGoddamnit Dayton, chicken! Chicken for fuckâs sakeâ you said waiting for his response.
Dayton made another loud buzzing sound in your face.
âIâm sorry, thatâs the old password. Thereâs a new passwordâ he smiled at you, knowing this was ridiculous.
You finally mustered up the strength to push him off of you.
âWhat do you mean the password has changed!â
The password âchickenâ has been used in every single scenario since you first let. For whatever reason, You and Dayton found that word hilarious when you were at a birthday party in the third grade. It was Danny Henryâs 8th birthday, and of course it was chicken themed. Every child gets infatuated with a new thing every year. Danny happened to live on a farm, and all year he wouldnât stop talking about getting a pet chicken. You all wore chicken hats, there were chicken plates, a chicken cake. There was even a âPin the Beak on the Chickenâ game which, if you do say so yourself, was way more entertaining than âPin the Tail on the Donkey.â You and Dayton lost it by the time your mom picked you up from the party, absolutely hysterical in the backseat. Ever since then, it was your secret password for everything.
âI was thinking we should change stuff up. Make up a new password, it has been seven years since we thought of one.â
âOh yeah? And what is this new life changing password that is soooo good that our childhood memory is being brushed under the rug?â you question.
Dayton had an almost hurt look on his face, but he proposed the new password to you anyways.Â
âI thought the new password could be Francine. Yâknow, I just think this is another great milestone in our friendship, working on this car and all. This day is really important to me and Iâm glad youâre hereâ he said with sincerity.
You didnât know what to say. This day did mean a lot to him, and your friendship overall.Â
You nodded in agreement.Â
âAlright, the new password is Francine. However, I will still be accepting chicken as a password in the future.â
Dayton smiled one of the biggest smiles you had ever seen.
âDeal. Now, letâs get this car on the road. We have a lot of work to do if Iâm gonna be ready for my first ever official race next Saturday.â
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Race day was here. You woke up early next Saturday morning and drove over to Daytonâs house to pick him up to go to the race track. Daytonâs dad was taking his race car down in their trailer, but you and Dayton wanted to head to your special place before the race. It was eight oâclock in the morning and Dayton had until noon to get to the race track.Â
Ever since the 6th grade, you and Dayton would walk to this rock in the woods after school to talk about your day. Your mom got home at seven every night, so you only had four hours to do something before she got home and realized you were âmissing.â You talked about everything on that rock, and that rock was also where you realized you had the biggest crush on someone since your infatuation with Paul Rudd in âClueless.â
You pulled up in your beat up Dodge Intrepid, newly sporting your license. You grabbed some granola bars and bottles of orange juice to enjoy while sitting on the rock.
You both sat down on ground, leaning up against the thing. You both sighed and enjoyed the crisp cool morning air. Finally, you broke the silence.
âYou nervous for today?â
Dayton looked down between his legs while chewing on his granola bar.
âI am absolutely terrified. I mean, what if I mess up?â
You laughed a little.
He looked at you with confusion.
âWhatâs so funny?âÂ
You shook your head.
âitâs your first are Dayton. Itâs okay to be nervous and even mess up. At the end of the day, everyone is going to be proud of you. Weâll all tell you how great you did because we know how much you care about this. Youâll do amazing.â
He smiled, almost not expecting such kind words to come from your mouth.
âYouâre something else Y/N, ya know that?â
âOh yeah? Stacey Waterson is something else too I betâ you said half jokingly, half serious.
He rolled his eyes.Â
âWho gives a fuck about Stacey Waterson when I have a girl like you to cheer me on and surprisingly gives the best pep talks.â
âWell the way I see it she was the one who got the invitation to prom, not little old me who will be spending that Saturday night in my basement playing my PlayStation.âÂ
He shook his head again.
âI never asked Stacey to prom.â
You suddenly shifted to look at him square in the face.
âWhat?â
âI said, I didn't ask Stacey to prom.â
You were dumbfounded. He told you he was absolutely determined to take her. What had changed?
âW-Why? Why didnât you ask her?â
He kept smiling and shaking his head.
âGod Y/N, for being one of the smartest girls I have ever met you really can be dumb sometimes.â
âExcuse you, Dayton White, I happen to be taking AP U.S History, Honors Biology, and-â
Thatâs when you thought heaven had fell down from the skies and landed right on that rock.
Dayton had leaned in and kissed you. God, why did he have to be so charming?
He slowly took your lip into his mouth and gently sucked on it. You reciprocated by taking his top lip into your mouth and began moving your mouth with his. Time had stopped. It felt like you had molded into one person, enjoying the sensation of each otherâs lips.Â
He finally pulled away, looking you dead in the eyes.
âDo you understand now?â
You nodded, still stunned by his actions.
âI think we better go. I wanna see this handsome boy I kissed win his first race.â
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Greetings from the void, Remington Siest, I have been summoned in your steadâ
Oh, it's you! We've already met! Right! Uh, Remus's nonbinary demon friend again, this time coming from the shadowy corners in your room that you never look to. My apologies for that little scare, it's my day job you see, and someone else did summon me to you; old habits die hard, yadda yadda. How have you been? How are you liking that Raccoon plushie I sent?
Now, as for what's been requested of me *sounds of paper shuffling* hmm, ok, yeah, that's easy! Remus adores you, can confirm! Both him and Janus love having you as a friend and while I cannot speak on Remus'd behalf on the matter I can say that Janus is absolutely smitten with you (on a romantic sense) beyond a shadow of a doubt! He doesn't and will never only want you for your body, or leave you if you were to reject any advances he may yet put forth, so you can rest easy on that issue!
Oh. *hears what Remy has to say to their summoner before the message sents* Oh my. *starts to panic* Seems things are worse than I thought. I have. No idea what to say that wouldn't make this any worse! Where's the person who cheers you up and sents you nice text messages when you need it?! Ah, guess if they're not here this falls to me until they do get here? Uh, darn the timer's running out, um.
Remy⊠you are amazing and a great person and your friends love you for you, and you alone, not just your body, you! (Remus is ace for crying out loud!) Other than the obvious⊠now, we don't have time to unpack all of that, butâŠ! *quickly sents a link to a social media app on Remy's phone* So. *John Mulaney voice* Hey, do you want me to kill that guy for you? Because it sounds like he sucks and I would totally kill that guy for you!
(U!Virgil, emotional abuse)
Remy: "Oh girl I am loving the raccoon! I sewed him a lil like hoodie so now he like reminds me even more of my boyf. I have-"
They forced in a sharp breathe through their teeth while their whole body trembled from pain. The plushie was pressed close to their chest as they laid in bed. All the blinds were rolled down because any and all light would bring them a migraine right now.
"I haven't like....been doing too hot...I...It's like....a lot right now"
They took a few moments to really listen to your message. (How good that all demon messages came with an automatic playback function)
"...Jan does seem so sweet...and Rem makes me feel all warm...maybe youâre right" They buried their face into the soft fur of the plushie "I want Jan to like hold me like all the time. He's so soft"
(A part of them still felt doubt. Sweet guys had left them before. They tried to press the doubt deep deep down until they couldnât hear it anymore)
"I really hope Jan like texts me about hanging out soon. Like shopping or eating at some resturant or like going out walking or whatever. I just wanna like talk to him. He seems like tots a good listener right? Would be like good to vent to I guess...I kinda want to...I trust him. I think....I shouldnât vent....I shouldnâtâ
The door opened. The small amount of light coming in made them whimper and hide down under the blanket. Virgil came in. He hunched down by the bed.
âYou feeling any better?âÂ
âBitch look at me. Iâm dying more than a 70âČs fashion trend!! Oh woe me!â
He kissed them on the nose before taking out a pill from one of the medicine bottles on their bedside table. Remy immediately tensed up.
If they took that pill then eventually the bottle would be empty and Virgil would have to pay for another and they wouldnât have any way to make it up to him because they were useless and couldnât work and could barely even be used properly and he would probably tell them himself how horrible of a burden they were and they were probably supposed to refuse or he would get mad and-
âYou need itâ He had a soft look in his eyes.
âIâm fine babe!â They spat out in panic.
Virgil grabbed onto their jaw and forced their mouth open. The back of their head got pressed down into the mattress. It hurt. They knew he would just sigh back how Everything hurt to them if they said anything. They grabbed onto his wrist to try and force him away, they couldnât. He wasnât strong but they were very weak.Â
He pressed the pill down into the back of their mouth. âSwallowâ He kept their mouth open until they did as told. âGood. Was that really hardâ He muttered sarcastically.
Their whole body was still so tense it ached âPlease babe you just sounded like a laughably pathetic daddy domâ
Virgil fiddled with his hoodie strings like he always did when he got flustered âI Uh didntâ mean to. Gross. Eh. Dinnerâs almost ready by the wayâ
âDonât burn the stove downâ They teased.
âShut up you smartassâÂ
âYou wishâ
âIdiotâ He said jokingly before kissing them. He left to check so the stove hadnât actually burned down.
Remy painstakingly turned to look at you. They pressed the plushie closer. The medicine started to make them drowzy. It did that sometimes.
âMy boyfriend doesnât suck...heâs sweet. so sweetâ They mumbled out âMost days heâs so sweet. Like today. And on bad days he just like doesnât lie. He just says the truth..he gets so anxious about me leaving him....isnât that like kinda romantic...him being so desperate for me to not leave he just...he just says stuff...and yells...and.....and itâs sweet. Heâs so sweetâ
They kind of wished Virgil would always be either sweet or honest. It made them so stressed to never know how they had to act. At least their dad never made them stressed like that. He was always angry. That made it easy
Remy gripped onto the stuffie harder. They hated when their brain made connections between his boyfriend and-
âHe loves me. He just like loves me so much. All that stuff that sounds bad itâs either âcause heâs trying to make me stay, like I would leave or someting, or- or âcause itâs trueâ
....But....But theyâd thought the whole thing about how no one else would want them except for their body was true...but if Janus didnât....then it wasnât true....Remy couldnât help but wonder if-
The door opened again. Virgil came in with 2 bowls of black bean soup. The silly wondering was quickly forced away from their thoughts.Â
He sat down on the bed next to them and set the bowls onto the bed table they had for bedridden days. He gently put his hands on their back and neck to help them sit up. When they whimpered he kissed them.
âIâm not hungryâ Remy muttered.
âBeanie you areâ
They could eat on their own but they didnât say no when he used the spoon to feed them. It made them feel pampered and it made him feel needed. Double win.
âBabe this tastes horrible. just saying as like a warningâ They said after finishing half the bowl.
âLike you could do any betterâ He pressed a playful kiss to their forehead.
âOh yeah definitely! I just put the ingredient in! And then the like water! and then itâs done! Easy!!â
âWoooow. Wish Iâd thought of thatâ
They smiled âYeah thatâs why youâve got dick for brain. Bitchâ
He simply snapped his finger into their forehead in reply âWanna watch a horror movie?â
Remy got bored by horror movies and Virgil easily got anxious by them even though he loved them so really he was if they wanted to make out and cuddle to avoid looking at the film.
âYou akready know I want toâ
They didnât look which movie he picked. Theyâd already cuddled up to his side and pressed their head to his chest. He moved his arms around them so he could eat his soup while the movie started.
It was so nice. They could hear his heartbeat through his hoodie. He was so sweet. They were so horrible.
They didnât deserve it. They didnât deserve it. They didnât deserve it.
#thanks for the ask!!! that must have taken you some time to write <3#ask#remy sanders#unsympathetic virgil#sanders sides#obsessed with how your ask makes the implication that remy has a tumblr
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âIsnât it Love?â (One Shot)
Thank you @ducksoup17 for helping me beta read this :) Rating: General audiences Trigger Warnings: Panic attacks Pairing: Louie Duck x B.O.Y.D Summary: Boyd thinks he might be in love. 1.805 words Ao3 Link
"Dr. Dad?"
Gyro stopped writing in his notebook.
Right now, there were only him and Boyd in the lab.
He dropped his pen to focus his full attention on his son.
"Yes, 2Bâ I mean⊠Boyd?"
"What is love like?"
Gyro blinked his eyes.
"Pardon?"
"What does romantic attraction feel like?"
"Boyd, who taught you those words?"
"The internet." Boyd chirped happily.
Gyro scratched his head with a grunt.
"Those are not things for you to worry about. Why would you even want to know this?" He reached out to his coffee mug and took a sip.
"It's because I think that I might be in love, Dr. Dad." Boyd explained a little awkwardly.
Gyro suddenly spat his coffee in a coughing fit.
Startled, Boyd reached out to pat his father's back lightly.
When Gyro could finally stop coughing, he screeched:
"IN LOVE?! With who? How? Since when?!"
Boyd put his hands on his back while looking bashfully at the floor.
"I don't know. It started somewhat recently." Gyro couldn't help but notice that Boyd had avoided his first question. The more his son talked, the more color drained away from his face. "I've been experiencing confusing feelings when talking to and thinking about a specific person. I searched for answers online and the results said that I might be in love."
Gyro massaged his temples with a groan.
Boyd, being the smart kid he is, immediately noticed his father's unrest. Carefully, he approached Gyro and spoke up:
"Dr. Dad?" He hesitated. "Am IâŠÂ bad for feeling this way?"
Gyro looked down at his child.
Boyd had already grown far beyond a simple robot ages ago. He had surpassed all of Gyro's expectations and, to this day, he was still his greatest creation.
Boyd deserved much better than a grumpy dad.
Alas, Gyro really wasn't cut out for this whole father and son thing.
With a sigh, Gyro pulled Boyd into a hug, which was quickly reciprocated.
"You're not bad for having feelings, Boyd. I was just surprised, that's all." He pushed his son away gently. "However, I don't think I'm the right person to explain more about this subject to you."
Boyd looked at his father with a frown. His Dr. Dad was the smartest person he knew. He always had the solutions for everything.
If he couldn't give him the answer to his dilemma, who else could?
âââââ
Boyd knocked on the elegant wooden door.
"Doofus?"
âŠ
No response.
He knocked again. This time, he heard a grumble come from inside. Boyd turned the doorknob and pushed it open.
"What do you want, you lousy piece of machinery?" Doofus pierced him with his eyes. He was currently in the middle of⊠something.
His head was dripping wet and a bucket full of water could be seen in his hands.
Fortunately, Boyd had already learned long ago not to question his older brother's strange pastime activities.
"Brother, what is love like?"
Doofus stopped whatever the hell he was doing to look up at Boyd.
"And why would you like to know that, hmm?"
The corners of Boyd's mouth twitched. A warm blush spread across his cheeks while he fidgeted with his thumbs.
Of course, Doofus noticed all of this.
"Ho-hooo." He eyed Boyd curiously. "Well, what do we have here? It would seem my little brother has been fiddling around?"
Boyd quietly tapped his feet on the floor. Maybe Doofus wasn't the right person to ask about this after all.
"Well, you're in luck. You've come to the right person."
Boyd looked up at him.
"I did?"
"Yes." Doofus got up from his chair to pace around his room, gesturing wildly at his brother. "You see, Boyd, love is like sweet, sticky honey, and the self-sacrificing bees that make it. It's the rush of fresh air you feel after getting locked inside a room for two weeks, it's that moment when you realize chickens can't fly despite having wings."
Boyd furrowed his brows while listening to Doofus' rant.
"I don't think I get it."
Doofus smirked weirdly at him. He patted his brother's shoulder reassuringly.
"Someday you will, brother. Someday you will."
...As it turns out, Doofus wasn't the right person to ask about this after all.
âââââ
"Huey, can I ask you something?"
Huey looked up from his Junior Woodchuck Guidebook to gaze at Boyd. The two of them were hanging out in the triplet's bedroom while Huey's brothers weren't around.
"Of course. What's up?"
"What is love like?"
Huey seemed unprepared for this question.
"Why do you want to know something like that?"
"...Why does everybody ask me that? Can't you please just tell me?" Boyd pouted while blushing a little.
Boyd was an incredibly easy person to read. Anyone with half a pair of eyes could discern the boy's emotions just from taking one look at his face.
Combine that with the fact that he was Huey's best friend, of course Huey would quickly realize what was probably going on.
"Boyd, could it be... you have a crush on someone?" Huey smiled gently at his friend. "That's adorable. Who is it? Can you tell me?" He poked Boyd teasingly.
Boyd pondered over this.
Huey was his best friend in the whole world.
Maybe it would be okay if he told him?
Boyd shifted around nervously, the soft blush on his cheeks becoming increasingly stronger.
"...ouie..."
"Hm?"
"...I thinkâ" Boyd took a deep breath. "I think I like... Louie..."
Huey suddenly closed his book with a heavy-sounding thud.
He opened his mouth to speak, closed it, and then opened it again:
"You have a crush on Louie? My brother Louie?!"
Boyd nodded shyly.
Huey became speechless. The gears started turning in his head.
Should he tell Boyd how Louie felt about him?
No, no, Louie himself had to be the one to do it.
"Have you considered confessing to him?"
Boyd fiddled with his thumbs as he spoke:
"I have, but... I'm not sure. What ifâ" He hesitated. "What if he doesn't feel the same way about me?"
Slowly, Boyd's eyes widened and his pupils constricted, tears threatening to escape.
"Hueyâ Huey, what if he doesn't like me back? What if he doesn't like robots?" Boyd's breath became erratic as he began twisting and pulling on Huey's bedsheets. "What if he actually hates me? Wha-"
"Hey! Boyd, calm down, please." Huey held onto his friend's face forcefully but gently. "It's okay. Look at me. I'm here. Please focus on your breathing. You'll get through this, okay?"
Boyd stared into Huey's eyes without blinking, a single tear quietly running down his cheek. He closed his eyes abruptly and sniffed.
Huey pulled him into a hug.
"It's okay."Â
"I'm here for you."
"You're not a bother."
"You're a real person."
"None of us hate you."
"You're more than just a robot."
He spent many minutes saying comforting words to his friend until Boyd's silent cries eventually calmed down.
This wasn't the first time they had done this.
"Boyd, listen to me," Huey spoke kindly but firmly, still holding his friend in his arms. "Nobody hates you, okay? Especially not Louie. He's your friend."
He could feel Boyd give a weak nod under his grasp, so he kept going:
"And you're my best friend, alright? I could never hate you. You're an amazing person who's going through a lot right now." He paused. "You should consider opening up to Louie about how you feel."
Boyd held tightly onto the back of Huey's clothes.
"Are you sure? Do you think it's a good idea?"
"Yes. Your heart will feel much lighter after you tell him the truth, trust me."
"...Okay. I will try."
âââââ
"So, did you have something you wanna tell me?" Louie crossed his legs.
He looked the same as always: hands in his pockets, nonchalant, peaceful and easy-going, yet also cunning and sharp... everything Boyd ever aspired to be.
Boyd gulped apprehensively.
"Louie, do you hate me?" He blurted out before getting straight to the point.
It was a good start.
Louie stared at him in surprise.
"What? No? Do I act like I hate you?"
Boyd bit down on his beak nervously.
"No... I just..." He looked away, his voice trailing off.
Louie decided to pick it up from there.
"Dude, you're like, one of the coolest people I know."
Boyd looked over at him again.
"And I love hanging out with you. Sometimes it feels like you're one of the only people who really get me."
"Really?" Boyd choked out. "I'm⊠glad you feel that way."
"Of course." Louie nodded. "I like you very much, dude. You're my friend."
Boyd's heart started racing as he struggled to get his words out.
"Actually-" He paused, opening up his beak to speak, but finding himself unable to do so.
Boyd's selective mutism was a recurring issue.
It had gotten slightly better over time, but there were still many moments where he would be too anxious to say anything out loud.Â
Louie was already used to this, so he patiently waited for his friend to find his voice.
However, as more seconds stretched out, the more it seemed like he couldn't. Boyd was unable to get the words out of his throat. He stood completely frozen, except for his trembling beak, silently telling the words-
"âI love you?"
Louie's face flushed red.
He read Boyd's lips and accidentally let the words slip out of his mouth.
"That's what you were trying to say, right?" He tried playing it smooth, but it was clear that he was getting flustered.
After seeing the usually silver-tongued, smug, and overly confident Louie Duck crumble into a flushing mess, Boyd finally gathered enough courage to speak up:
"I love you."
Louie closed his mouth to focus all of his attention on the robot in front of him.
"I'm not sure since when, but... I think this is what I'm feeling" His voice grew increasingly steady the more he spoke. "I'm in love with you, Louie. You're amazing in every sense of the word. You're smart, funny, observant, assertive, loyal, trustworthy, level-headed, you're pretty, you always know what to say, you're compassionate, you pick up on the little details, you understand me, you make me feel better, you're so amazing..."
Boyd stopped for a moment, trying to pry for Louie's reaction.
"Louie?"
The duck's face was completely covered by his hoodie, with his hands covering his eyes.
But even then, Boyd could still tell with the help of his heat sensors that Louie's face was definitely blushing wildly.
"Louie? Are youâ"
"BATHROOM BREAK!" He suddenly exclaimed, running away as fast as he possibly could.
"...Huh."
Boyd was very confused.
He was very, very confused, butâŠ
Huey was right about one thing at least.
His chest didn't feel as tight anymore.
#louyd#louie duck#boyd gearloose#ducktales fanfic#ducktales#ducktales 2017#boyd#boyd drake#ducktales fanfiction#ducktales 17#dt 17#boyd beaks#ducktales boyd#louie ducktales#boyd ducktales#idk how else to tag this#txt#ccs#my writing
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Pt.11 "From Awful to Even Worse!"
CW: PTSD themes, panic attacks, night terrors, injury mention (past and current), body image/weight mention, blood, disassociation mention, tics/tourrettes, noncon/dubcon/general nsfw language, gunshot wound mention, drugs/cigarettes (explicit), food mention, trauma flashback (explicit) (Let me know if I missed anything!)
Elias was starting to feel Tyson's frustration with him. It had been weeks since he'd gotten back and every time he woke up screaming or have random bouts of panic, Tyson faced it with a tired sigh and a tight hug. He always said "it's ok, I've got you," but it was starting to sound less convincing. Elias could feel it, he was bothersome, he was annoying, Tyson couldn't take care of him anymore. He told himself that Tyson never signed up for this anyway, it wasn't fair to expect him to stick around. So, he grew progressively worse, trying to drown all of the thoughts out with weed, staying in bed for hours after he woke up, too exhausted to stand up and start the day. Everything seemed pointless and dull and grey and scary. He wasn't allowing the cuts scattering his torso and arms to heal, ripping and picking them open every few days. He felt like he deserved the pain and the blood. He was finding that, because he'd been so used to the harshness of his deep red blood on his pale skin and blinding pain, he just wasn't comforted by the healing.
Tyson was only worrying about him even more, absolutely panic ridden and unsure how to help him feel better. He couldn't say anything to soothe him, he couldn't promise wholeheartedly that everything was ok because it wasn't, it was all incredibly fucked. Saying anything else felt wrong though, like telling Elias it would be ok was the only reasonable thing to keep saying. He also kept promising that Elias was safe now, that he wasn't going to be hurt again, because that was one thing he could help control. Tyson was going to make sure that this promise was kept, he would keep Elias safe no matter what it took, as long as he could help it no one would touch him again.
But Elias didn't think he was safe, every bone in his body was screaming that he had to run and hide, that he was going to be beaten any second. This didn't change no matter how much Tyson reassured him that he was safe and protected now. Sometimes it scared him so bad he could only sit in silence, paralyzed by dread of pain that would never come.
Like now, Elias was sitting on the couch wrapped up in blankets, staring off into nothingness, zoned out from the weed and eyes clouded over in thought. As Tyson walked in, he sat a little straighter, looking at him expectantly, like he was trying to please him by sitting pretty.
"Elias?" He asked, kneeling in front of him. Sometimes when he was speaking to Elias he felt like he was holding a candle in front of him and speaking too loud might blow it out and kill him. Something so soft and fragile and so damn close to the edge of breaking all the damn time had to be handled gently, with extreme care. "Would you like to go out with me tonight?"
Elias grinned a little, leaning towards him. Tyson relaxed a great deal, marking the reaction as a small victory. "I'll have to check my schedule," he joked, "I've been pretty busy lately."
With a laugh, Tyson smoothed out the blanket over Elias's shoulder. He was elated to hear him joking, he could buy the boy a cake to celebrate. "You sure you can't spare an hour? Or do you have some more walls to stare at?"
"Where would we go?" Elias retorted.
"Hmm... I was thinking we could get a nice picnic together and go to that spot by the lake...I figure we could go now and get there by sunset." He paused, tilting his head at him. "And I...have some shrooms we could take, if you wanted. We don't have to." He stressed the last part, more than ok with just spending the night with his half-stoned boyfriend, with these little jokes and crooked smiles.
"That sounds like fun. Do I have to change my clothes?" He smiled when Tyson shook his head, then dropped the blanket to stand up. It was a success! Sure, he was going in his pyjamas and Tyson's worn out college hoodie, and he lit up a cigarette as soon as they were in the car, but he was leaving the house! Tyson was able to get him out of the house to go on a date and he was smiling about it.
------------------------------------------
Tyson was right, the lake was lit up with the peach color of the slowly setting sun. The chill breeze bit wonderfully at their cheeks. As they sat on the blanket they splayed out on the grass, Tyson pulled Elias close with one arm, holding his food with the other. He had made sandwiches with peanut butter and the shrooms, and Elias was surprised when he couldn't even taste them. As he stared out over the water and watched the colors change, he felt the world around him pulsing slightly, the air swelling sweetly around him. Even though he knew it was because he'd been so dependent on drugs when he was with August, he was glad to be high again. Maybe he'd be able to get comfortable enough with Tyson again to talk to him. God, he was feeling horrible about how little he'd been talking to him.
"Baby," Tyson said suddenly, pressing his lips against the side of Elias's head, "can I tell you a secret?"
Elias turned to look at him, his face glowing in the setting sun. "Yes?" He breathed. He looked so beautiful, the definition of perfect. Elias couldn't help but reach out to touch him, humming at the pleasant warmth that seemed to melt him from the inside out.
"I am really, really in love with you." As he said it, Tyson pulled him closer to him.
"Oh Tyson...do you mean that?" He breathed, a light blush in his face. The words sounded so beautiful coming from Tyson, he could listen to him say that for the rest of his life. He almost couldn't believe that, after everything, someone could love him, or even convince themselves that they did like he imagined Tyson was. Still, it was nice to be told, nice to be held so close, nice to be high in the arms of someone who touched him with such tenderness. So he allowed it, adored it, when Tyson grinned and pulled him closer and said:
"I do, angel. I love you."
He melted at the way Elias's face lit up with a smile and he kissed him, giggling as Elias melted right into his arms.
Elias felt Tyson lower him to his back on the soft ground, climbing onto him slowly. "Say it again." Elias whimpered, pulling Tyson's shirt hard until he was pressed close to him.
"I," he whispered, kissing his neck softly, "love," another kiss against his jaw, "you," then his cheek, "Elias." He kissed him softly and slowly, smiling at the pleased hum Elias let out.
"I love you too," he gasped, hyper aware of Tyson's arms holding him steady. It was like he could fall off the planet and endlessly tumble through the stars any second, but he was able to stay pressed against the cool earth because of Tyson's arms alone. He was safe, he was held. "I love you so much."
As the lighting around them dimmed to a pale blue, the air chilled until they had no other option but to press close against each other, watching the stars with wide, drugged out eyes and amazed whispers in between kisses. Elias had never felt more loved in his life, every time he looked at Tyson all he could see was the love on his face, it soaked through his clothes everywhere he touched him.
"Ty," Elias said suddenly, sitting up fully to look at him. He looked luminous in the pale moonlight, and Elias found his train of thought stalling as the words fell out of his mouth. "Ty, I want to...I want to um..."
Tyson smiled at him, reaching up and playing with his hair to distract him further. "You're so pretty, Eli." He giggled when Elias let out a flustered sigh and leaned into his touch. It was so easy to discompose him, and it was endlessly entertaining.
"Listen, Tyson. I want to have sex with you." He grabbed the string on Tyson's hoody as he spoke, tugging at it gently. "I wanna give my everything to you."
"Let me tell you something, baby. I don't want to take anything from you. I want to love you whole, in one piece, I don't wanna take parts of you." He sat up as well, tipping Elias's face up towards his own by just a finger under the chin. He watched Elias's eyes flutter at the simple touch, and he was glad to see him so relaxed. He was never this calm when this subject was brought up, and it was almost strange to not see him fidgeting and twitching nervously at Tyson's polite rejection. "I don't want you to think you're giving something to me."
Elias hummed quietly, nodding his head along to whatever it was Tyson was saying. It was hard not to agree, Tyson was so smart and he spoke in such pleasant, melodic tones, why would Elias ever argue with anything he had to say in that sweet voice? Had he before? He scolded himself, told him that Tyson was the best and never again would Elias disagree with him. "You're so good to me," he whispered, "God, I could listen to you talk forever."
With a laugh, Tyson let his lips fall against Elias's softly, enjoying the way he sunk into the kiss.
They only stayed out by the lake for a bit later, until it was too dark and too cold to warm each other up effectively. Elias was elated the entire walk back to the car, chattering happily and occasionally ticcing against Tyson's grip. "Oh, you know what would be so great right now?" He asked, not waiting for Tyson to answer. "We should go home and take a really warm shower. Doesn't that sound nice?"
"It does sound nice. We'll do that as soon as we get home, ok?" He rubbed Elias's shoulder gently, then helped him get in the car. As they drove, they kept the windows down and let the cold air keep them grounded, Elias had one hand slung out of the window and one on Tyson's thigh. Life was so perfect and so beautiful and Elias simply understood where he was and who he was, for the first time probably ever. Tyson kept peering over at him with pure adoration on his face, trying his hardest to remember to keep his eyes on the road. But Elias had been gone for so long, and he was absolutely glowing in the streetlights they passed, and Tyson never ever wanted to look away from him. He would sacrifice everything, forfeit the rest of his vision if it meant he could look at Elias always. Hell, he would sacrifice all of his senses if only he could ever only touch, taste, hear, see, and breathe Elias. He would be content, he would never get sick of it. Elias was everything, absolutely nothing else mattered when he was looking at Elias.
"Eyes on the road, Ty," Elias laughed, watching Tyson flush and snap his gaze back to the road. "You're so beautiful. Very endearing." He ticced, wolf-whistled, and then it was his turn to blush and turn his head to look out the window, at the passing trees.
To his surprise, Tyson reached over and grabbed his thigh, squeezing it gently as he chuckled to himself. "And you," he said pointedly, stealing another glance at the seemingly stunned Elias, his eyes were so wide, borderline apprehensive, and Tyson tried to soak in that look on his face before looking back at the road, "are adorable. Just... breathtakingly attractive."
Elias blushed further, but instead of shying away he pulled Tyson's hand up to his face, kissing softly at his fingertips, then the palm of his hand.
"Elias, angel," Tyson breathed, "if you keep doing that I'll never look away from you."
Now it was Elias's turn to laugh, allowing Tyson's hand to fall from his grasp and down to his jaw. He allowed it to rest their for a moment, then dropped it to the nape of his neck and massaging against him gently. It was pure, just because he liked it, Elias always felt that way. He could feel when August was touching him with underlying motivation, hidden threats in every pretend comforting touch. Tyson's hands on him always felt natural, like "where else would they be?" kind of natural. And it was everything Elias could ask for and more.
Once they were actually home and in the bathroom, Elias felt a creeping uneasiness about Tyson seeing his body. He suddenly remembered how mutilated and messed up he was, his cuts were barely healing, the bruises an even uglier color than when he first came back. He remembered how even seeing himself without clothes in the mirror was gut wrenching, made him want to throw up from anxiety and disgust. If he was there when all of it happened and even he was repulsed, there was no way Tyson seeing it all for the first time would be a delightful experience. If he didn't think he was ruined and ugly before, by some miracle, he certainly would after this. What happened to the beauty he saw in everything moments ago? Where was it now, when he was looking at himself? His aching need to be closer to Tyson overshadowed those fears, made him week in the knees with waves of longing, he could not spend another second with his mind mentally screaming to Tyson "touch me oh god please please put your hands on me in some way I can't breathe without you" and so he was forcing himself to pull nervously at the strings of his hoodie in attempt to convince himself to take it off.
"Tyson we gotta hurry," he rushed, "I have to do it before I freak myself out." He avoided looking in the mirror, eyes darting nervously around. A soft whimper of surprise passed his lips when Tyson grabbed the bottom of his hoodie and pulled him flush against his body. His breath smelled like weed and mint, Elias noticed. When did he smoke? Why didn't Elias notice? And was he chewing gum? Elias dropped his eyes down to his jaw, which was flexing as he chewed on the gum. Elias blushed when he thought about taking it from him, sharing that taste.
"It's alright love," Tyson whispered, "you don't need to be freaked out, I've got you. We'll do it at your pace."
Elias took a deep breath to calm himself down, looking up at Tyson with the rosiness still hanging on his face. "Ok just...just don't say anything when you see. Please."
Tyson answered him by kissing gently at his neck, holding him close still. Slowly, he let go of the hoodie and slipped his hand underneath, until his fingertips brushed against his hip softly. He paused, waiting to see if Elias was alright. He could feel his skin react to the touch, feel his breathing falter at the sheer skin on skin contact alone. After he relaxed, Tyson slowly wrapped his fingers around his waist, his thumb brushing against the sharp edge of his hip bone. He knew he was thin, but had it gotten this bad with August? He had been hiding in huge hoodies the past few days, the only idea Tyson had of how small he'd gotten was hugging him close, and even that wasn't the best gauge. Now that he was feeling him, up close and personal, he could feel just how run down he'd become. He almost made a remark about it, and then he remembered being asked not to say anything, so he ignored it.
"You ok?" He said instead, turning his head only slightly towards him. His mouth was parted just a bit, his eyes screwed shut. Tyson noticed Elias was hesitantly grabbing his shirt, seemingly unsure what to do with hands.
"Yeah, I'm good. I'm good." Elias reached up and looped his arm around Tyson's neck to get closer, deciding that was how to get as close to Tyson as possible, so maybe he wouldn't be able to see all of his injuries. His voice had a slight tremble to it, but Elias was holding onto him so tightly it didn't feel right to pull away and see if he was really good.
Tyson paused for a second longer, then slid his hand lightly up his rib cage. He let it rest there a moment before slipping his other hand under too, and then he stepped away just enough to pull Elias's sweatshirt over his head. He dropped it to the ground carelessly, taking Elias in, in all his abused glory.
Nearly every inch of his torso was scattered with bruises of varying color and he had cuts all over. Most of the ones on his arms were short and close together, but the ones on his chest looked more like someone tried to perform an autopsy on him while he was still conscious and thrashing. Tyson remembered a particular video of Elias secured to the bed with a couple of belts, August was carving into his chest slowly, purposefully, until Elias would shriek and writhe to try and escape the pain. He finally saw the large, barely healing wound on his shoulder, where he must've been shot, like he was telling Tyson one night. He probably should've gotten it stitched up, but it's not like August could have taken him on a day trip to the ER and get him fixed up before taking him home, good as new. So instead, it would be a huge, jagged scar that would remind him only of the fear and confusion of that day. There were even places along his ribs and collar bones he could see bruises in the faint outline of a hand. The amount of agony and screaming and begging for mercy that had to have gone along with each injury made Tyson physically upset, he noticed his hands were suddenly shaky. Tears of frustration with August and himself filled his eyes, and he tipped his head back to collect his thoughts.
"Oh god, is it that bad?" Elias whimpered, stepping away from him and dropping to his knees to grab his hoodie again. Now, from his place on the floor, Tyson could see his spine, where there was a larger, darker bruise in the center of his back. It just kept getting worse. "This was a horrible fucking idea. Ugh, dammit-" Elias couldn't get the hoodie on, with his nervously fumbling hands, and suddenly Tyson was there on the floor with him. He grabbed Elias's wrists and turned him toward him, shocking him with the quickness and how aggressively he was holding his arms. Elias's heart was pounding in his chest as he flinched away from Tyson's too tight grip, the way he was shaking as he held him still made Elias's throat close up.
"Elias. Elias I need you to know how sorry I am, baby," he choked out, loosening his grip around his wrists as he saw the fear scribbled on his face. "I'm so sorry I didn't do more to protect you or-or find you-"
"Tyson," Elias breathed, pulling one of his hands away to wipe his tears, "it's... not your fault."
"I never wanted you to get hurt." He shook his head, looking away from Elias altogether. He couldn't bare to see the fear on his face, the marks on his body. Not when he could have done more to prevent it. Not when Elias wouldn't be in such horrible shape if Tyson was just a little faster and stronger and more brave, if he had just been able to stop them from taking him away.
After a long pause, Elias leaned away from him and propped himself up on the wall, pulling his knees up to his chest. He felt rather hopeless, but he should've expected it. He was ugly and ruined now, how could he seriously expect Tyson to be attracted to him? He was someone else's used up toy, Tyson deserved more than that. He deserved more than all the cuts and bruises and fear. He couldn't cry, not that he didn't want to, so he just ended up dropping his head to his hands just to hide away for a bit. He didn't want to see the bitter look on Tyson's face, he didn't want to see him looking at anything else in the bathroom to avoid having to look at him and the extent of all his disgusting damage.
"Eli I'm sorry," Tyson began saying, reaching out to rub his shoulder softly, "I shouldn't have reacted that way. I thought I could handle this better."
Elias let out a short, sarcastic laugh, shrugging him off. "I get it. I'm damaged goods now, hard not to be put off."
"Don't say that. You're perfect, I'm just...I didn't know it was that bad." He sighed as he leaned against the wall next to Eli, keeping his hands to himself now. "Does it hurt still?"
"Yeah, it all does. Especially my hand." He held it out in front of him, splaying his fingers to show Tyson the healing injury. Every time he looked at this hand, he remembered the unbearable pain he felt when it was broken. He remembered having to force himself to keep it still, having to look away so he wouldn't have to see the damage happening, holding his breath because the pain was so intense his body just forgot how to work. "He broke it with a hammer when I tried to get away."
Tyson stared at it with a vague look of horror, then gently took his wrist and pulled him forward to press his lips lightly against the worst of the bruise. He looked up at Elias to see him staring at him with a small look of apprehension, worried his feather soft touches would turn painful any second. Instead, he continued to kiss on every bruise he could see, starting at his wrist and moving all the way up to his shoulder. "I've got you now, angel," his voice was just a low mumble as he spoke, "no one's gonna hurt you anymore."
Elias somehow ended up on his back on the bathroom floor, his hands gripping tightly at Tyson's shirt as he held him, his mouth pressed against all the injuries on his stomach, his arms holding him close. He tugged at Tyson's shirt until he was hovering directly over him, amused grin on his face. Tyson closed the small distance between them to kiss his neck gently, enjoying the soft gasp he let out.
"You sound so pretty like that, Eli," he whispered against his skin. When Elias pulled him closer, he ended up getting a little carried away, leaving hickeys on his neck and grinding against him softly. In the back of his mind, he was scolding himself for having let it get this far, pleading to not push it anymore, to stop while he was ahead. Elias wasn't healed yet, he had to remember. And even though he sounded so beautiful, oh God Tyson felt like he was listening to a perfect symphony with every moan and bothered whine he let out, this would probably only cause more damage. I should stop, he thought, I have to stop before I break him all over again. But he couldn't help it, Elias sounded so pleased at everything he did so he just kept doing it. He didn't sound on the verge of breaking, really, this was the happiest Tyson remembered him sounding since he got back. Until Elias suddenly let go of his shirt and pushed his trembling hands against his chest.
"P-please, no more," he was stammering desperately, tears streaming down his face that Tyson hadn't even notice. "I can't handle anymore, please let me rest, August."
Tyson sat up quickly, watching as Elias pushed himself up against the wall, covering his mouth with his hands. He was suddenly so scared, his eyes so faraway, looking somewhere else entirely, a different time, place, different person. He really thought Tyson was August. "Eli, baby, it's me." He whispered, grabbing onto Elias's wrist.
"No, stop!" Elias cried, flinching away from him further. "I want to go home! Let me go!"
As Tyson watched him, he realized he was probably having a flashback because of the shrooms, and he relaxed. He could handle this, as long as he could just get Elias to calm down for a second. He just had to not focus on how his heart broke when Elias said that, begged to go home. Had he said that to August before? Things were so awful he was crying to be allowed to leave. And Tyson was too pathetic to save him from that. "Elias, look at me, angel," he tried, frowning when he was only met with sobs. He thought he was August, so how would August get him to pay attention? "I asked you to look at me, Eli." He pressed. He made his voice firm, trying not to cross the line and freak him out more.
Elias caved in on himself further, his whole body trembling in fear, genuine fear that he was going to be hurt any second. He could already feel it before it came, just like always. It had gotten to a point where he could decipher whatever he was doing wrong and how he would be punished for it. It was his only way to somewhat prepare himself for any pain. Right now he was waiting to feel August grabbing him tightly and throw him to the ground or shove him against the wall and take what he wanted more violently than he should. Elias was so afraid of the pain, so August made sure that his fears weren't irrational and he would really hurt him then. That's how it usually went, anyway, or something like that.
"Please don't," he begged as he felt warm fingertips against his ribs, "please don't hurt me, I'll be good. I promise I'll be good." To his surprise, the hands didn't force him down or drag him out of the room, instead he felt himself enveloped into gentle, careful arms. August didn't usually hold him, not unless they were super high. He stopped that after he realized Elias enjoyed more than he should have. He stayed rigid and shaking, but he didn't pull away from him. He'd already made things worse for himself, why add another reason to be punished?
"You are being good, Eli," he was assured, the arms growing tight around him, "really, you're doing very well. But I want you to calm down, can you do that for me?"
Elias closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. In his head, he counted to ten. Why was he even crying still? Why was it taking him so long to calm down? He hadn't been hurt yet, at all, and now he was being held far more tenderly than he deserved. Only he could find a reason to flip out at something that should be nice. Or, nicer than in the past, anyway. With each second, he sunk deeper into the tight hug, holding August's forearm and pulling him closer. "Ok," he whispered, "I'm calm. D-do you have to take pictures this time? The flash freaks me out."
Tyson pulled him closer, too upset by the question to answer. He'd seen a few pictures, been sent a few videos, but he'd told himself those were isolated occasions, that August only did it once in awhile to antagonize him. But the way Elias made it seem, the pictures were taken often, at least often enough to give Elias a fear of the flash. He realized there were pictures and videos no one had seen, August probably had them for his own sick pleasure and amusement. Finally, he shook his head, mouth set in a grim line. "No, no pictures this time. Just relax."
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Wooo first fic of the four Iâve been talking about!
You were visiting Niki for a few weeks and you guys had decided it would be fun to do a little media share you laugh you lose stream! It was about an hour in and things were going okay you hadnât cracked once and Niki had only cracked twice! You guys had five lives and with it already being an hour in and still having three left you considered this a win already! Everything was going smoothly until suddenly a tickle scene from dragon tales showed up, your eyes widened as you felt butterflies swarming your stomach! A bright red blush danced across your face as your hands twitched desperately wishing you had something to fiddle with to help distract you from the scene before you. Nikiâs eyebrow raised as she turned to look at you
âwhat the heck is-â she cut herself off noticing your blush and fidgeting hands ây/n are you alright?â You suddenly snap your head over âw-what? What? Oh yea Iâm fine itâs nothingâ she looks at you curiously âDid that almost make you laugh? Because your face is really red, I wonder who would send something like that in probably just some really random fanâ suddenly discord started going off, Niki quickly paused the media shares and switched to discord to see who was calling⊠you felt more and more butterflies swarming already having a good idea of who it probably was⊠and suddenly you heard the voice and your face went even redder⊠it was none other than your brother like best friend QuackityâŠ
âNIKI! Y/N!â He excitedly shouted as he smiled happily but the smile quickly turning into a more devious smile as he looked at the two of you, Niki smiled happily with some surprise as she titled her head slightly âHi Quackity! Whatâs up?â He glanced towards you as he spoke âoh nothing just came to tell Y/N theyâre welcome for that little video I sent inâ he giggled slightly as he saw your head fall into your hands as more embarrassment over took you, you staying silent for now not trusting your voice to properly from words. Nikiâs mouth gaped slightly in surprise âyou sent that?! What was it about anyways? Is it some kind of inside joke or something?â
Quackity smirked slightly âIâm sure you could call it something like that right Y/N?â You whined slightly âAlex if you donât shut up right now-â he snickered softly âwhat if I donât shut up what you gonna do?â You whined again âIâll figure something out I donât know what but somethingâ Niki looked from you to Alex âWould one of you please explain the jokeâ though heâs been teasing you he was carefully watching your body language for any signs of discomfort or need for him to stop the entire time and he only looked harder and longer before deciding on his next move with this specific request, despite him seeing no discomfort or distress he decided to wait âwell itâs not really an inside joke but more so of a secret, so Iâll wait until streams over I donât wanna go spreading her secrets in front of the whole internetâ Niki nodded in understanding âthatâs understandable, do you wanna stay on and do the challenge with us or do you want us to call you after stream?â
Quackity shook his head âno no itâs fine Iâve caused enough chaos for now, you guys call back after stream and I can explain everythingâ your blush stayed there same as your mind swirled with thoughts stomach filled with butterflies, you smiled slightly though very appreciative of Alex for not wanting to fully share your secret to everyone and instead just having some light fun! Niki nodded excitedly smiling âSounds good! Bye Quackity!â He nodded as he smiled back âbye Niki! Bye y/n!â You nodded softly smiling as well, and so stream went on about another hour before Niki and you had broken twice and Niki broke the final time
Niki and you ended stream as your stomach still swarmed with anticipatory butterflies which only increased as Niki turned to you smiling excitedly âReady to call back Quackity?â You nodded shyly as you covered your face and brought your knees to your chest curling up in flusterdness already, Niki excitedly clapped a small bit before quickly pulling up discord and calling Alex! He answered in almost no time at all âhi again Niki! Hi y/n!â
Niki giggled excitedly âhi Quackity! So what is it?! Whatâs the big secret!? If y/nâs okay with you telling it of course, donât feel like you have to let him say it if you donât want him to!â You lifted your head a bit as you smiled gingerly at her âItâs okay I trust you Niki he can say it I donât mind itâs just⊠itâs just flustering is allâ she smiled brightly as she awed and placed her hand delicately on your leg in a comforting manner âAwweee y/n Iâm so glad you trust me that much it truly means a lot!â
You nod softly and motion for Alex to continue âOkay so why I sent that video is because I knew it would fluster y/n and why it flustered them is because they like being tickledâ he smiled as he waited for Nikiâs reply, her face broke into the biggest smile as she says âwait really?! Thatâs so cute! Y/n why did you never tell me?!â You shrug softly âitâs flustering and embarrassing and some people find it weird so itâs not exactly the kind of thing Iâm open with oftenâŠâ she pouted softly nodding understandingly âThatâs understandable dear just know I think itâs very adorable and greatâ
You look at her with soft eyes as you smile tenderly at her âT-thank youâŠâ you were never good with knowing how to respond to things like this, she nodded softly as she says âso is there any specifics I should know about this?â She turned towards Alex for answers not wanting to make you explain anymore than you have to, he nodded smiling happily âokay I can give you a small run down, the terms you need to know are a lee is a person who likes being tickled and ler is someone who likes tickling people, now y/n here is a switch! A switch is someone who likes tickling people and being tickled, they lean lee though usually preferring to be tickled but theyâre usually fine with either.â
She nods carefully taking in all the information âOkay itâll probably take me a little bit but I think I got that, anything else?â He continues smiling as he says âHmm not really besides she likes using the stop light system when both being tickled and tickling, green means go,yellow means slow down and red means stopâ she nods âThat sounds easy enough to remember, okay so any tips on spots to go for?â He smirks slightly âwell if I told you that would take away half the fun wouldnât it y/n?â
You whine softly âshut upâ he raises an eyebrow âoh you know I was thinking about leaving and just letting Niki handle everything on her own but maybe I do stay, maybe I stay around and help Niki out with the verbal side of things⊠the teasing side of thingsâ your eyes widened as you shook your head no but you couldnât help the excited and anticipatory grin that overtook your face, Niki nodded happily âI would love to have you stay an help!â âWell then letâs get startedâ
You smiled nervously as Niki slowly approached you âso what do I do first?â Alex shrugs a bit and says âWell usually I get them either when theyâre standing or easily in a position where I can make them lay down so Iâd say having them lay would be easiest way to do it and you can either sit on their waist or beside them whatever you guys would preferâ Niki nods as you slowly lay down on the floor, she takes a seat beside you âAnywhere youâd prefer me to start or not to start dear?â
You shake your head softly âno you can start anywhereâŠâ you turn your head to the side feeling more and more giggles bubbling up and nearly spilling out, Niki carefully pokes your side making you jump and squeak softly she smiles as she does it again and again beginning to alternate sides making you squirm back and forth Alex laughs softly âyea poking their sides is always a good one especially when theyâre working because they turn to you after about the third poke and they try and act all upset and annoyed but their cheeks are all puffed up and their nose all scrunched as they have the biggest smile and there face is a really nice pink and they just look so cuteâ Niki awes softly as you whine âahahlleehexxx shuhushâ
He shakes his head ânah thatâs my whole point of being here is to tease you so Iâm not gonna shush! Anyways poking is great I love it a lot because of what I just said but also all the squeaks they make! Squeezing is really great to and just normal scratching type motions just everything is great reallyâ Niki nods as she begins squeezing your sides making you burst into non stop giggles âaaah nihihikkiii hehehehhahahahhahahah!â She tilts her head softly as she smiles at you âwhat I thought you liked this? Is it too ticklish hmm? Are you too ticklish Iâm barely even doing anything I mean just imagine if I wentâ she paused her movements as she thought for a moment quickly scanning your body before deciding on her next target⊠that target just so happened to be one of your sweet spots your hips âhere!â
You squealed and broke into loud laughter âEEP NOOHOHOTTT THEHHEERRRHEHHWHW NNIHIHIKKIHIHIHIâ Alex smiled from where he watched nodding approvingly âGood job Niki you already found one of their sweet spots!â Niki smiled proudly but also curiously âHow many do they have?â Alex thought for a moment âhmm well I think about three maybe five? Definitely three though but thereâs two that are borderline sweet spots depending on the techniquesâ
You were blushing like mad as you laughed through his whole explanation, once his explanation finished Niki slowed to gently tapping your hips leaving you to giggle residually as you gratefully took in air âhehehahahahahâ Niki smiled happily as one hand slowly ran through your hair âyou doing alright dear?â You nodded shyly âyehehaha ihihimm gohohoodâ âthatâs good Iâm glad youâre having fun iâm having fun as wellâ Alex nodded softly âso am I, who knew I didnât even have to be there to be able to affect you so much â he smirked softly knowing very well he knew ages before now that he can very easily affect you despite not even being with you in person
Your giggles finally stopped as you groaned softly âoh shut up youâve known this for ages donât act like itâs some new knowledgeEEEâ you suddenly squeal feeling Nikiâs nails experimentally beginning to scratch at your stomach, having never felt such long nails on your stomach was a new feeling and much more ticklish than you expected! Nikiâs eyes widened as she turned to Alex âIs this a sweet spot?â He looks at her as he says âItâs a semi sweet one usually depends on the technique you use, I guess long nails must tickle a lot more than short ones because usually tummy scratches just make them all melty and really softly gigglyâ
Niki nods softly âAwe thatâs adorable, and yea I guess they doâ You lay there giggling loudly suddenly squeaking when you feel one of her finger nails nearing your tum button âhahhahaHahhahahHheHEHHEhhahahahahahEEK nohohottt theHEHHE buhuhutohohonnn!â Niki grins softly âAwe why not? It looks so cute I just wanna poke it a little bit! And maybe scratch the knot at the bottomâ Your blush is now beginning to spread to your ears as you shake your head ânoohhoooo dohohhohonnttt ihihittlll ttihihihahhahahehe yyoouuu knohohoww whahahhatttâ she nods âAnd thatâs exactly why I wanna do it!â Alex nods âI think you should definitely do it Niki!â She smiles softly at him âI think I will!â You shake your head giggles already increasing at the mere thought⊠slowly she begins tracing a nail around your button making your giggles near soft laughter⊠and suddenly before you can even prepare yourself her finger dips in! Swirling around as her nail gently scratches the knot at the bottom!
You shriek before falling into full laughter âaAHh HAHAHHAHA NIHIHIKKIHIHI NOOHOHOHO AHAHHAAâ Niki and Alex smile happily watching your squirm and laugh carelessly and joyfully, not wanting to fully tire you out just yet she stops after a few seconds. You lay there giggling residually as you catch your breathe âhohohoollyy cohohowww nnahahaiillss ahahhreehhe sohoho bahahadddâ Alex smirks slightly as he says âWell maybe I should grow mine out then or get one of those fake nail kits for when I tickle youâ You whine softly as you say âshut up you wouldnât do thatâ he snickers âwatch me just wait and see next time we meet upâ Niki giggles softly âI can message you later telling you what brand works the best!â Alex nods smiling âThank you Niki I would very much appreciate that!â She nods, as you groan softly âI hate you bothâ
She gasps softly as she reaches out and squeezes the upper part of your side just below your bottom most ribs âHey! That wasnât nice I think you should apologize to us!â You squeal as your body jerks instinctively trying to curl up âEEP NO! Ihihi dohohonnttt whahahannnhahah!â Niki turns to Alex âOkay whatâs the quickest way to make them apologize? Weâve been at this for a bit so I donât wanna go too much longer seeing as we both know how they like to push themselves so much in everything else they do I can only imagine that that same mentality would carry over to thisâ
Alex nods âIt definitely does carry over, well definitely I would say target that area you just squeezed, either squeeze some more or vibrations work really well there too also nibbles and raspberries there or there stomach just combining it all would probably be best, target one side with your hand and then the other and their stomach just nibble and raspberry and theyâll be apologizing and probably calling red very quicklyâ You grumbled softly about how you could take it and how Alex always underestimated you
Niki nodded taking everything in âGot it! Ready y/n?â You nod trying to seem unphased though your bright red cheeks and ears and your messy hair told a very different story âIâm ready!â Niki shakes her head âI donât think you are but letâs goâ she quickly leans down wasting not time starting to nibble and raspberry your left side as one of her hands vibrates into your right side and the other vibrates and squeezes your tummy! You scream before falling into your loudest laughter yet which after a hiccup eventually turns silent
âAAAHH AHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHHEHHEHEHEHAHHAHAHAHA *hic* âŠâŠâŠâŠâŠ.â Niki continues for only a few moments after your silent laughter began before stopping âAre you ready to apologize now?â You nod giggling and hiccuping softly âyehehhesss *hic* ihihihimmm sohohorryyy ihihihi *hic* dohohohnnttt hahah thehehe yoouuu *hic* guhuhyysssâ Niki ruffles your hair softly âWell good because I donât know what I would do if you did hate meâ
Alex smiles softly âYea if you hated me then who would I tease endlessly about their music taste and how terrible of a cook they areâ he snickers softly as he says it and you shake your head smiling and rolling your eyes âIâm sure you could find someone, but no one would be able to live up to the same expectations so I guess I wonât hate you⊠for nowâ you giggle softly as he now rolls his eyes âyea yea whatever nerd, I gotta go but have fun okay? And come see me next!â You smile as you say
âDude I havenât even left yet and I would like to go home first before going anywhere elseâ he says âI know I know I just miss you is all, oh and Niki theyâre a person of revenge so watch out!â You sigh softly âI miss you too, and heâs right you knowâ you turn to Niki grinning softly, her cheeks dust pink as she says ât-thanks for the warningâ he nods âbye guys!â You and Niki wave as you tell him bye
And so with that the day ends
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the project
pairing: peter parker x female readerÂ
word count: 3.2k
warnings: smut, cursing, teasing, coaxing, pet names, mentions to anatomy, marking, oral(receiving), both characters are of age!Â
a/n: this was a fic i had posted on my main account @a-dorinâ, but i am in the process of switching over content so that it is a strictly star wars account! just a disclaimer, i am not plagiarizing or stealing content, as this is my fic!
"today i have an exciting announcement," your chemistry teacher gushed, "since we are right on track for the unit, we will be taking a slight detour in our lesson plans. this whole week, we will be learning all about human chemistry!"
the class groaned, and you turned around to your best friend, nova, "how fucking lame."
she winked at you, "it'll be fun."
"so, to kick off this unit, we will be conducting a project on chemical reactions in the human body. i know you all have lab partners, but to make it fun, i will be drawing names out of a cup. everyone's name is on a slip of paper. i will begin drawing names right now, then we will discuss some of the parameters of the project," your teacher continued, a wide smile on his face.
drawing in a sigh, you glanced around the entirety of the room. m.j., one of your close friends, looked intrigued, as she was sitting next to your best friend, nova. flash looked disgusted, while peter and ned both grimaced to one another.
a part of you was hoping you would be paired up with your high school crush, peter parker. ever since the first semester of your freshman year, you had been attracted to him. he had bumped into you in the hallway between seventh and eighth period, knocking your coffee out of your hand. he apologized profusely, even handing you a ten dollar bill for the next coffee run. ever since then, you wanted to get to know the shy boy.
peter was guarded. extremely guarded. his awkward demeanor didn't help at all. anytime you asked him the simplest question, he got flustered, red-faced and stuttered. part of you wondered if it was because he just wasn't a people person, or if it was because he liked you.Â
both of you guys had made small exchanges since that encounter, whether it was greeting one another in the hallway, sharing a seat on a bus ride, or giving one another snacks in class. since m.j. was within your friend group, you did get to see peter some, as they were mutual friends.
every girl at your high school adored peter. he was charismatic, charming, and was passionate about his friends and school. also, who was ever offered the opportunity to work alongside tony stark? that was another aspect you adored about peter. whenever you guys did chat, it was usually a vivid, funny story about peter's internship with stark industries. his stories made you laugh every time.
even though peter was short, he was taller than you. his floppy brown curls had all of the girls drooling. his smile was radiant, and his body was amazing. you had snuck glances during gym class. the boy was extremely fit. you figured it was due to his internship with stark industries, or maybe the boy just liked to work out. regardless, his body was extremely attractive.
"(y/n) (l/n)," your chemistry teachers voice rang out, snapping you out of your thoughts, "you will be paired with... peter parker."
you widened your eyes, surprised at what you were hearing. glancing over at peter, you realized he looked just as surprised as you were. even though the class had "random" partners, the chemistry teacher usually paired you up with your friends.
after the teacher finished assigning partners, he cleared his throat, "all right everyone! please sit next to your partner while i hand out the rubrics. m.j., can you please help me pass out the papers?"
peter slid into the seat next to you, clearing his throat, "well, i guess we're partners."
"i don't mind it one bit," you flashed him a wide smile.
"so i'm not entirely sure what this project is," peter mumbled, his eyes focused on the table.
m.j. handed us the rubrics, "i'm not sure if you listened to the entire lecture, dipshit. the project is over chemical reactions in the human body."
peter looked sheepish, "yeah, i got that part. but is there anything in the rubric that states that we need to do?"
"i'm sure it's all in the rubric," m.j. smiled sweetly.
you slid peter a rubric for the project, "hey, i'm really sorry if i'm not ned."
"it's cool," he shrugged, obviously in distress. ned was paired with nova, and they were already working on their project, taking notes.
"how about i give you my number?" you inquired, sliding your phone out of your hoodie pocket, "and you come over tonight so we can get a head start?"
"that sounds good," he nodded, taking your phone and typing the number into his phone, "how about i call you when i'm on my way?"
you smiled, eagerly taking the phone back, "that works. i'm home alone tonight, so even better."
peter blushed, just nodding, "i'll call you later then when i'm on my way."
the bell rang, signifying the end of the period. luckily chemistry was your last class of the day. you walked home, bubbly that peter was coming over tonight. once you arrived home, you took a hot shower, shaved your legs, put on lotion, and threw on some clothes. since it was fall, you opted for an over sized hoodie, paired with black leggings. you sprayed your favorite perfume, ensured your skin looked good, and threw on mascara.
once you were all ready, you straightened up your room. you made your bed, throwing some stuffed animals in the closet. peter never told you a time he would come over, but you assumed it would be later in the evening. by the time you finished cleaning the house, it was about seven thirty-eight. you sighed, a feeling of distress creeping over you. what if peter didn't want to come over? what if he stood you up?
a knock on the door interrupted your thoughts. you fluffed your hair, opening the door. there, stood peter, with a white paper bag in his hand, a two liter of cherry coke in the other, "hey, can i come in?"
"of course," he stepped in, setting his book bag near the door, "what did ya bring me?"
he smiled slightly, "oh, my aunt went down to this deli and picked us up some subs and this soda."
"well," you began, "i'm not too hungry right now. maybe we could start on our project, and eat later?"
"okay," he handed you the bag, "you probably know where to put this."
you took it from him, "yeah, the kitchen is just this way. follow me."
"your house is so nice," peter breathed as he followed you, his voice low.
"thank you," you placed the bag in the fridge, taking the two liter from his hand, "you can thank my dad for that. he remodeled the whole house."
"he did an excellent job," peter peered at the kitchen, his brown eyes taking in the granite island, "this looks like somewhere tony stark would live."
you giggled, "it's not that nice."
"it's nice," he nodded enthusiastically, "your dad must be a genius. like a interior design genius."
"honestly he had this idea for a while," you felt myself smile again, "he just acted on it and made it happen. do you wanna head up to my room?"
peter's eyes widened, and he rubbed the back of his neck, "i mean, yeah, we can do that. for sure."
you had him follow you upstairs to your room, guiding him. once you were in the room, he marveled at all of the posters, polaroids, and lights plastered on the walls. you sat down on the floor, grabbing your laptop. peter sat down next to you, biting his lip anxiously.
"oh shit," he mumbled, "i forgot my laptop downstairs."
"don't worry about it," you placed your hand on top of his, "we just need to do a little bit of research anyways. i was thinking maybe we could just do an oral presentation? or we could do PowerPoint. whatever you wanna do."
"okay," you were sure peter's lip would start bleeding if he chewed it even more than he already was.
as you both locked eyes, you noticed that he had a slight cut on his right cheekbone. you frowned, feeling yourself instinctively place your hand on his cheek, the pad of your thumb gently caressing it. he flinched at your touch, but kept looking at you.
"what happened? you didn't have that earlier today in class." the words tumbled out of your mouth, and you immediately felt nosy for asking.
"oh," he stuttered, "i ran into the door frame at the apartment on my way over here. i guess i was a little excited."
"excited to see me?" you raised a brow, feeling heat rush into your cheeks. a blush spread into your cheeks, and you immediately wanted to cover up your face.
"well," peter shifted nervously, "i mean, i didn't want to be too late, and i heard how you were going to be alone so i didn't want you to be alone, and yeah. um, yeah, i was excited to see you tonight."
you scooted closer to him, and his shyness began to dissolve, as he allowed you to continue to hold his face. you could almost feel his waves of anxiety radiating off of him. he was extremely nervous but you didn't know what about.
"peter," your voice was soft, "are you okay?"
his eyes met yours, âi kinda want to tell you something."
"and that is?" you bit my lip.
"i like you, like a lot. i mean, god you're so beautiful. all of the guys at school talk about you and jesus. i probably act like a fucking idiot all the time around you but god i like you so much. i even ran into the door frame because i was so excited to see you. and maybe you don't like me either but i just can't help but be nervous. i just care about you so much. you're so beautiful. like really really beautiful." all of the words tumbling out of his mouth sounded sincere. his cheeks were burning crimson with embarrassment.
"peter," you murmured, your face dangerously close to his. his bottom lip was swollen from him biting it earlier, "i have feelings for you too."
peter sighed with relief, "that makes me so happy."
"what's our project about again?" your hands felt for your laptop, and you pulled it closer to you two.
"chemical reactions in humans," peter answered, not breaking his gaze away from mine, "i have an idea for research since we haven't found a specific topic yet."
"and that is?" you raised an inquisitive brow.
he scooped you into his arms, laying you on your back on the bed. his lips met yours, kissing you eagerly. you pressed your lips against his, kissing him back, surprised at his rush of confidence. his tongue entered your mouth, the kisses becoming more and more hungry. peter's callused hands roamed your body under your hoodie, making contact with your skin. you shivered, goosebumps covering your body.
peter pulled back for a second, "is this okay?"
kissing him gently, you gave an answer against his lips, "yes, this is more than okay. it's amazing."
his lips pressed against your neck, sucking slightly. you knew there would be hickeys in the morning. you ran your hands through his hair, tugging lightly. he pressed his body against yours, and you could feel his hard on through his joggers. as he kissed down your neck, you palmed him through the fabric. he groaned against your neck, whining slightly.
peter motioned you to sit up, and you obeyed. his gentle fingers slipped the hoodie off your top half. a part of you wondered if he had done this with any other girl before. he slipped off his own shirt, revealing his toned chest and abs. you felt a slight wave of insecurity washing over you, you weren't as near as fit as he was.
peter seemed to sense the shift in your mood, kissing your chest, "stop. you're beautiful. god, i need all of you."
you undid the clasp on your lace nude bralette, letting it fall onto the floor beside the bed. peter widened his eyes, grasping each one of your breasts in his hands. he squeezed gently, unsure of what to do next. his eyes met yours, full of lust. his bottom lip was slightly swollen from the kissing, and his pupils were dilated.
his mouth latched onto your breasts, giving each one of them an equal amount of attention. you laced your fingers into his hair, tugging harder this time as peter sucked, kissed, and licked all over your chest and breasts. the actions were driving you crazy. you could feel how wet you were, even with your leggings still on. as peter continued, you let out a small moan.
"what princess?" peter's voice was husky, "tell me what you want."
"i want you," you whined, "i want you so bad."
"mmm," he hummed, "that's not specific enough, baby. tell me exactly what you want."
"i want your touch so bad," your voice was edged with desire.
"yeah?" his voice was low.
you nodded eagerly, "i need you to touch me."
"as you wish princess," his lips pressed against yours gently.
peter's lips trailed down your stomach, leaving sloppy kisses. he stopped at the waistband of your leggings, his fingers hooking the fabric. he slipped your leggings off, his cheeks tinged red at the sight of your black lace thong.
"are you sure you're ready for it, princess?" peter's eyes met yours.
you bit your lip, nodding. god, he was so hot like this. his fingers delicately took your thong off, casting it to the floor. he took a second to let his eyes roam your body, savoring every inch of it. you felt peter's tongue immediately connect itself to your clit, going in slow, circular motions. you gripped his head, pressing his face into your thighs. that only encouraged him, as he began to suck on your clit. he inserted a finger inside of you, pumping it in and out.
"god," he groaned, "you taste so good baby."
"you're going to make me cum," you moaned, your cheeks hot and jaw slack. even though you had received oral before, peter was by far the best you ever had.
his tongue slowly licked up, taking in all of your pussy. he fingered you, making a hook with his two fingers. you could feel tension building up in you, driving you crazy. your orgasm was coming soon, and peter showed no signs of slowing down. peter wanted nothing more to do this all night if he could.
"you're close aren't you?" peter's breath was hot, "c'mon princess, you're almost there."
he sucked on your clit, squeezing one of your breasts in his hand. his fingers pulled on your nipple, and you felt yourself come undone. your loud moans filled the room, and peter gripped your thighs to keep you on the bed. he licked you until your thighs stopped trembling. once he was finished, he glanced up at you, his cheeks flushed.
you took his hand, sucking on his two fingers. he bit his lip, letting out a small sigh, "i told you that you tasted good."
your eyes drifted down at the sight of his hard on through his joggers. your hand palmed him through the fabric, and pleasure washed over him.
"hey peter," you murmured, "did you bring any condoms?"
his face reddened, "no, i, um. i have some, but not with me."
your fingers latched themselves on the waistband of his joggers, slowly gliding down his legs. he was still hard, his skin hot and his face flushed. his breath hitched in his throat as you pulled down his boxers, your hand wrapping around the base of his cock.
"peter," your eyes met his, "please fuck me."
he almost came at the sound of your words, the innocence in your tone. he pushed you on your back, kissing you hungrily. you felt his tip on your clit, and you let out a small whine.
"what princess?" his voice made the room ten times hotter, "tell me what you want."
"i want you," you whined, your pleas desperate, "i need you to fuck me so bad."
his cock entered you, and you let out a moan of pleasure. peter started with slow, rhythmic strokes, and you could feel all of him as he did so. as he fucked you, you placed wet kisses all over his toned chest and neck.
"you feel so good," peter groaned, his ears burning red. his eyes met yours, and you felt another wave of pleasure wash over you.
peter's lips met yours, his teeth grazing your bottom lip. there was a slight sheen of sweat on his skin, along with yours. he intensified his pace, your nails digging into his shoulder blades as he fucked you senseless. his shyness was now stripped away from him, and you loved it. you loved this moment and everything going on between you so goddamn much.
"i'm gonna cum," peter moaned. he pulled out, finishing on your stomach.
his eyes met yours once again, and you both laid there, taking in the moment. peter's lips met yours for a gentle kiss.
"i'll go grab something to clean this up with," you murmured, about to get up.
"no, you stay here," peter instructed, "just tell me where the bathroom is and i will grab a towel or something."
you gave in, telling peter where the bathroom was. he slipped on his boxers and joggers, and then went to on the search for a towel. he came back, carefully cleaning you up.
hopping off you bed, you grabbed a hoodie, throwing it on, "that was amazing."
he gave you a cheeky smile, "i just wanted to conduct some research."
"and what conclusions did you draw?" you giggled as you searched for a new pair of underwear.
"that one," he began, "you taste good. two, you have a beautiful body. and three, i cannot wait to do that again, baby."
you slipped on new thong, then found a pair of joggers, "how about we just forget the project for the rest of the night then?"
peter scooped you into his arms on the bed, cuddling you, "i don't think that's a bad idea. it's not due for another two weeks anyways."
you pressed your lips against his shoulder, "we'll be alone for another few hours anyways."
"sounds like there's going to be a round two soon then," he chuckled, "by the way, i hope i wasn't bad or anything. it was kind of my first time doing stuff like that."
you felt yourself gasp, "there's no way."
"i was a virgin before tonight so," he murmured, slightly embarrassed.
"don't be shy about it," you gave him a chaste kiss, "it's not something to be ashamed of."
"well maybe i will become experienced enough tonight and we can do our project about human chemistry during sex," peter teased.
"in your dreams, geek," you rolled your eyes playfully, and you felt his lips gently brush against your cheek.
you felt yourself collapse into his arms, feeling a slight wave of exhaustion overwhelm you. his fingers traced your back under the hoodie, and you allowed yourself to close your eyes, content to be in the arms of your boy.
if only you got to spend every night like this with peter.
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#peter parker#peter parker x reader#spider-man#spider-man x reader#tom holland x reader#tom holland#mcu imagine#mcu x reader#marvel x reader
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Modern Stucky- 'MEETCUTE'
(you could read it as Evanstan as well since I used all the non-mcu gifsđ€·)
It's probably the worst day of Bucky's life.
So bad.
This just got so bad.
***
Bucky can't believe he has just said that out loud. Well, it wasn't 'really' his fault to be honest. The full beard, long and carefully tended,styled hair, the square jaw, long legs, wide thighs, probably the broadest shoulders Bucky has ever seen. That man's whole appearance screamed 'Daddy' from a mile away! But it doesn't mean Bucky should have said that to his face! Oh God, this is embarrassing. Bucky knows he doesn't always say the right thing at the right time. But this has got to be the worst possible display of his lack of filter and word-vomit. Nat, Becca and Sam will die of laughter if they ever find out about this.
Bucky's eyes are fixed to the ground. He can't even look up at the handsome stranger, Steve (is that what his name is? Bucky can't actually remember because 60% of his mind is flustered +ashamed and the remaining 40% is still processing how unbelievably attractive the man is).
This is awkward. Bucky has made it awkward. For both of them.
Couldn't he just be subtle, say something nice? maybe a sweet compliment about Steve's jacket or shoes or hair? Talk about sports or politics or the catering service in the resort, the fucking weather...Just ANYTHING except for asking Steve whether people call him 'Daddy', within five minutes of meeting the guy!
This is why Bucky Barnes is gonna die a single man. He'll never find someone. Bucky is gonna be alone and miserable. Forever and always. He does not know how to talk to people he likes, has a crush on, without putting his foot in the mouth.
Bucky wants the earth to swallow him whole at this point. If he could just go back in time, two minutes ago... He'd slap himself on the back of the head. Remember to be casual yet welcoming. And NOT ASK stupid questions about personal things. for example- the Daddy kink.
Why do you get all the good ideas after everything has happened? when they cannot be executed and are of no use! Why is Bucky's mind his worst possible enemy?
Speaking of Bucky's mind, it is running 300 mile/hr right now, producing ramblings over ramblings whereas his stupid-ass, involuntary mouth is acting like it's on the longest vacation of all times. Say Something damnit! Just apologize. Say sorry and turn around and walk away as fast as you can. The least Bucky can do at this point is, try to do some damage control.
He's about to start his apology, still not brave enough to look Steve in the eye, when his ears perk up at a sound.
"Uhhum..", Steve clears his throat.
"Hey, you're still here, right? thought I lost you for a minute there"
Oh. Oh. He is speaking to him. The handsome stranger...no, Steve, his name is Steve. And Steve is speaking to Bucky.
Of course he's speaking to you. You guys were having a nice introductory conversation before your thirsty ass ruined it, Bucky scolds himself.
Bucky's ought to look at Steve now. He doesn't want to be rude after his already embarrassing behaviour.
He slowly brings his eyes up to rest again on the face of this actual-greek-god in a human body. He expects... Bucky doesn't know exactly what he expects to see there. Probably a judgemental look, a little bit of pity, maybe even concern for Bucky's state of mind.
But wait. No. Steve doesn't have any of those expressions on his face.
Instead, his cheeks are adorning a light tinge of blush, pink. But he doesn't appear to be as hardly flustered as Bucky feels and for sure looks at the moment. In fact, Steve looks even more confident now. Standing tall in all of his six-feet-glory. Taking over a little more space than normal humans would. Steve's lips are curved in a silent, teasing one-sided-smirk. His eyes are a shade darker than they were a few moments ago. One of his thick eyebrows is raised a bit (suggestively?)!
The piercing blue of Steve's eyes is seeing right through Bukcy.
Bucky has no idea what he was about to say. All of the words have died in his throat. Oh, and He's shamelessly ogling Steve, again.
"No." Steve speaks. This time gazing tentatively in his eyes.
Bucky is surprised at the sudden monosyllable.
"Wh..What?", Bucky is still struggling with words. ( Can't blame himself this time. Anybody try 'not being toungue tied' when the human-Adonis stares intensely at you!)
"The answer to your question. No, people don't 'usually' call me that." Steve's Smirk is wide and impossibly attractive while saying that.
Bucky doesn't know how to respond to that. What is he supposed to say? Is he supposed to say something? He has gotta say something, right? So Bucky goes,
"Oh. Okay. No, I mean... not ok..wait, that's not what I... listen I am so sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomf..."
Steve's rich, deep and yet low-raspy voice cuts him off before he could ramble further.
"But I don't think I would mind it, to be honest. I might actually, dare I say 'like it'. Would you? Like to find that out with me, I mean?"
Bucky's mouth dropped open. So wide and so sudden. Seriously, his jaw might've touched the ground. Bucky can't believe this isn't a dream. This is real. The handsome stranger Steve is flirting with him. Steve actually just suggested what he just suggested! Some angel up there decided to smile at Bucky's fate today. This angel right here decided to smile at Bucky today. Even after Bucky had made a 'not-so-good' of a first impression.
"Wow. Uhhh..yeah, I guess. I just..." Bucky can't seem to complete his sentences no matter how hard he tries. There are a thousand emotions and sensations running through his body at this moment. He's pretty sure Steve can see him turning into a burning, melted puddle of blushing-tomato.
Steve probably decides to help him out of that. What a gentleman.
"So, what do you say? Wanna get out of here for a few drinks, sweetheart?"
Sweetheart. Bucky's heart actually skips a beat at that. Steve just called him sweetheart.
Bucky's as widen at the term of endearment. Steve notices. Because of course, he does. Maybe Steve thinks Bucky didn't approve of that, he has no idea how wrong he is!
"Sorry. I didn't mean to assume... It's just that at the start, you didn't...uhh...you never told me your name."
For the first time during their whole conversation since the beginning, Steve appears to be flustered.
Confident and sexy while discussing kinks but adorable and a shy-softie when using daily-life-petnames. Oh. Bucky can tell, this man is going to be trouble. And despite of being famous as a mischief-maker his whole life, Bucky Barnes has never wanted to jump into trouble so fast and so eagerly ever before!
"It's okay, really. Only fair that you call me a name just after I called you one. That's the standard protocol as far as I know."
Bucky sometimes does speak right words at right times. His flirting game is not that bad!
The cheeky comment earns him a smile from Steve. A full smile. Bucky's insides do a little happy-dance at that. He already knows he wants to see so many more of those smiles. Wants to be responsible for them.
Steve looks at Bucky again, tilting his own head.
"So, Yes to the drinks-offer?"
"Absolutely! Yes to the drinks-offer."
***
This just got so good.
So good.
It's probably the best day of Bucky's life.
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Inspired by an ask of @musette22 's anon!
(someone could write the same trop for Chris/Seb too)
#stucky meetcute#steve rogers#bucky barnes#marvel#mcu#drabbles#Stucky#evanstan#all the gifs used are evanstanđ
#musette22#anon#chris evans#sebastian stan#the iw beard#big time daddy energy#oops đ
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Come On
REAL LIFE COUPLE TBS X READER RATING SMUT AF!!!!!!
I sighed having finished all my filming for today and luckily I had a day off tomorrow so I got my costume and my make up off heading to the little mini bus to take me back to the hotel, my bones aching and my head throbbing from the busy day.
"Hey you, good job today" a voice said making me look as someone else climbed in and sat beside meÂ
"Hi Thomas" I smiled trying to hide my blush as I was still not used to being around him yetÂ
"Hey, you tried?"
"Yeah"
"It never gets easier hun" he laughs "want one?" He Asks offering his little ciggerette box full of ones he has already rolledÂ
"No thanks"Â
"Alright, you heading back for dinner?" He asks as the bus began heading off towards our hotelÂ
"Yeah probably just going to eat in my room and get an early night"Â
"Awww your really that tried?" He laughs "hey how about you come down and have dinner with me?"
"No it's okay thanks Thomas"Â
"Alright, hey if you're really tried and you really ache after today, can I give you some advice?"
"Sure"
"Hot tub"
"What?"
"Most of not all hotels we stay in have hot tubs go down the spa and chill out after a long day, you can even sit in them with a nice glass of wine" he explained
"It's the spa and stuff closed this time of day?"
"If you ask them really nicely they'll open it up for you" he winked "I'd you want I could go down first and make them open it up for us"
"I'll think about it"Â
"Alright, well we both have a day off tomorrow anyway so, I'll see you around" he says as we stopped at the hotel he gave my cheek a kiss before getting out and going inside. I took my things and headed up to my hotel room having some dinner and watching tv my body did ache and I didn't feel like climbing into the little bath tub in my bathroom so I got my little bathing suit and a towel slipping on my little dress heading down to the spa, I heard the sounds of water inside so I went in even if the lights where off but the ones inside the pools and hot tub. Longers all around the room and the sound of the buseling bubbles going in the hot tub and I saw someone in thereÂ
"Ohh I'm sorry-" I began
"Ohh hey you" Thomas smiled at meÂ
"Hi" I smiled blushing hard
"You coming in?" He asksÂ
"Sure" I nodded slipping my dress off leaving it on one of the loungers with my towel, I felt eyes burning into my skin as I did. I went over his face illustrated from the lights in the water below the bubbles around his slender frame some fabric beside the tub I could only assume to be his shirt his hair a little wet on the tips where he clearly hadn't actually swam or anything yet. I climbed in across him him trying to put as much distance between us as I could my body relaxing instantly in the warm cosy bubbles. I could feel his eyes on me as I sat there relaxingÂ
"Hey you⊠wanna come over here and adjust the bubbles or anything?" He suggested fiddling with the controls a littleÂ
"I'm good Thomas"
"You wanna⊠come over here and warm up a little?" He suggestedÂ
"I'm okay, thank you"
"Come on, just come over here you look so lonely over there" he says so I giggled a little and moved around to sit beside him and instantly I felt his arm wrap around me "there, that's better isn't it?" He smirkedÂ
"I guess so" I nodded still bright redÂ
"Why are you so nervous around me?"
"I don't know,"
"I'm just a person y/n. No better or worse the you, you don't have to get all blushy and nervous around me" he explained "still I do think it's adorable" he smiled but before I could even process his words me moved tightening his arm around me and kissing my lips I instantly pulled back moving putting a little distance between us "what's wrong?" He asked seeming confused
"Mr Sangster you have a girlfriend!" I yelped still trying to move away but I noticed whenever I moved he moved gown we where in a circular hot tub it's not exactly like I had alot of places to runÂ
"Well⊠my girlfriend isn't here" he smirked grabbing my waist and tickling meÂ
"Noo Thomas stop" I managed to get out between my giggles from his tickling of my bare skin kicking my feet a little still trying to move away now mostly from his tickling but between his tickling just as I was about to say something else I felt his hand leave my waist and without a second between his hand pinched my butt "ahh! Thomas!" I yelled pushing him away and hiding up the other end of the hot tubÂ
"Aww your adorable when you get all flustered" he smirked moving closer to me playing with my hair "come on, I just wanna have a little fun" he says sitting beside me and keeping an arm around meÂ
"Like what?"
"Like maybe you could give me a hand with something" he says taking my hand giving it a kiss and moving it under the bubbles instantly I knew what was going on as he smirked at me and my hand met his stiff hard erection,Â
"You where naked in here!"
"No rule that says I can't be"
"What- what where you doing before I got here?"
"Humm what do you think I was doing?" He smirked gently moving his hand and my own "ummm you've been teasing me for a week. How am I meant to be expected to contain myself looking at you in a sexy little swimsuit" he smirked I moved my hand away but he pulled me tight against him "come on, why don't we have a little fun?" He smirkedÂ
"Like?"
"Like⊠how about you show me what you where up to last night?"Â
"What?"
"Late last night, when I was sat in bed listening to those⊠gasps and groans thought the wall" he smirked and I panicked "ohh come on like you don't listen to me?"
"No I uhh no I don't"
"You dirty little liar' he smirked I tried moving away but any time I did he grabbed me again grabbing my boobs, my butt anything he could get his hands on. Even if I kept pushing him offÂ
"Hands too yourself" I told himÂ
"Like your not begging for it?" He whispered pulling me tighly against him so I had no escape from him as he kissed down my neck leaving a hiki on my throat "go on then, get out? Go back to your room? Nothing stopping you?" He suggested "except of course that slutty little pussy begging to be fucked already" he smirked grabbing my pussy thought my swimsuit bottoms rubbing his thumb on my clitÂ
"Thomas!" I said in shockÂ
"What? Awww it's okay baby, I like how slutty and desperate your little pussy is" he smirked "so? You wanna sit on a jet till you cum or would you rather just bounce on my hard cock?" He growledÂ
"Thomas I uhh I think I should go back-" I began trying to move away
"Ohh come on we where just starting to having fun" he smirked pulling me close again "how about if I do this?" He smirked and before I could react he had the top of my bikini in his hand I screamed and covered myself with my hands but that only made him look more as he held my bikini top moving away till he sat back in the edge again "you want it?" He smirked "then go get it baby" he winked throwing my top completely across the roomÂ
"Thomas give me my top back" I whineÂ
"Why? You look so much more beautiful this way" he smirked pulling my hands away so he could see my bare breasts moving slightly from the bubbles "uughhhmmm so beautiful, maybe I should fuck these instead" he smirked grabbing my breasts tenderly fondling them in his hands, squeezing and groping them as he pulled me ever close to him till my breasts where against his chest "you've been teasing me so badly baby, come on. Let me fuck your cunt. I'll make you cum, I promise" he smirked "come on don't you crave me beautiful?" He whispered and I felt.my whole body shiver with those words "awww I felt your pussy react that time. You like what I talk dirty to you?" He smirked slapping my arse "now, get these off we can really have some fun" he smirked pulling my bikini bottoms and letting them go again causing them to snap on my buttÂ
"Thomas I dont know" I blushedÂ
"Aww come on, really? Your still shy? Even with your tits out? Alright fine. I can work with that" he smirked pushing my buttons off and throwing them in the general direction of my top and before I could say another word he forced himself inside me instantly I grabbed hold of him feeling him so big inside me stretching me out to his size "ummm so tight and wet baby. Maybe that's what you like? Not getting a choice? Having a big strong man do it all for you, so all my pretty baby's gonna do is look sexy and get pleasure?" He smirked "well don't scream too loud don't want someone to find us now so we?" He smirked holding my hips and moving me ontop of him as he lustfully kissed my lips to keep me quiet, I did my best not to screen but it was impossible he went from tip to hilt over and over giving me no second of rest, his speed mercilous like he didn't care about me at all, I was just a toy to be used, just a pussy for him to fuck to get his frustration out I was lost in my own little world feeling him inside me and him kissing me so attentively the warm bubbles around us the splashing of the water as I moved, when suddenly he bit my bottom lip and suddenly stopped his hips jerking in odd uncontrollable out of rythum ways burring himself deeper inside me then anyone had before, as I felt him fill me up and hold me tightly "fuck baby" he smirked gasping for breath "ummm your pussy feels so good, I wanna fuck it forever" he smirked rubbing in my clit "my little baby wanna cum too? Or should I make you wait till tomorrow night and fuck you all over again?" He suggestedÂ
"I'm okay" I nodded in shock and in exaughtion. I moved away and climbed out doing my best to hide myself grabbing my towel to wrap around me while I went looking in the dark spa for my bikiniÂ
"Hey? Baby?" Thomas asked making me turn to see him now stood not far from me completely naked making me turn away again "what a little help?"
"Sure you know where you threw it" I explain
"I did mean with your bikini baby" he smirked wrapping his arms around me I went to move away but he kept hold of my towel making me squeal as I moved away now completely naked infront of him "ummm you look even better out the water" he smirked forcing me down in one of the loungers to lay down in the reclined chair I went to move his hands away but he slapped them away getting on his knees and forcing my legs as open as they could go "uhhh fuck! Your pussy looks so beautiful" he growled before burring his head between my legs his hands keeping my legs apart and kissing my clit and pussy, his tongue rubbing all the spots that made me squeal experimenting a few times to see what made me scream moreÂ
"Uhh Thomas!" I gasped trying to push him away but he wouldn't have it any time I tried he would suck in my clit giving me no escape from the pleasureÂ
"Come on baby. Cum for me" he growled between kissesÂ
"Thomas stop please I'm gonna-" I beggedÂ
"Umm cum for me baby, cum against my face you horny sexy dirty little slut" he growled sucking hard in my clit as as he did my orgasum erupted out of me like a firework screaming loudly squirting and clamping my thighs around his head he moved back leaving me laid naked against the lounger covered in my own jucies and what had leaked from where he came inside me earlier my legs wide no strength to move them gasping for breath trying to calm down "ummm fuck it come here!" He growled getting on top of my body forcing himself inside again holding my thighs almost trying to wrap athens around himself but like he didn't even have time to do that, the second he was inside me his rappid mercilous pass began all over again and in my post orgasmic state it was sending me to another planet screaming, moaning, not caring who would hear us "ughhh fuck! Your so wet! Your dripping for me baby, come on, scream, cum around my cock you little slut," he smirked "let me cum inside your little whore of a cunt twice tonight" he smirked slapping my arse getting faster and faster which somehow tipped me into my second meer moment from my lastÂ
"aahhhh!! Thomas!" I screamed pulling him to kiss me, tightening myself around him which got him there too holding my thighs high to burry his cock as deep inside me as humanly possible filling me again so much the moment he pulled out half his second load leaked out onto the loungerÂ
"Fuck⊠y/n your amazing baby" he smirked getting up fixing his hair a little and slipping his swimming trunks on "see you tomorrow y/n, your room" he winked "I wanna do that again" he smirked giving me a kiss before he took his things and went back to his hotel room.
Leaving me naked and exposed against the lounger covered in our jucies in my own little world my body in a whole other state of relaxed.
#tbs#thomas sangster#thomas sangster imagine#thomas sangster smut#thomas#thomas sangster x reader#thomasbrodiesangster#thomassangster#thomas brodie sangster#thomas brodie sangster smut
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okay hear me out hannah, what if we have cute shy lifeguard!jimin x flirty y/n. Like y/n can be a surfboarder and she always visits the beach and Jimin is always there and she makes sure she flirts with him 24/7 and jimin gets all blushy and stuttery. (also wanna say blueberry jungkook gives me serotonin.) đ
jimin only has two fears in life
first is when heâs under the sun and he feels like heâs doesnât have enOUGH sunscreen on even if he knows for sure that heâs laid it on thick
like actually thick to the point that u could scratch his skin with a spoon and itâd be like scraping butterÂ
the general rule of applying sunscreen to your face was to put tHREE fingersâ worth and spread it evenly
hA those only apply for weaklings because jimin practically puts on a whole p a l m on just his face alone
his second fear is you
wait no actually fEAR is such a strong word
literally how could he rephrase with what he feels about you ://
heâs uh sHY around you?? but not like the type that heâd sprint across the other side of the shore to move away from you
heâs maybe a little intimidated? because thereâs just something about you that makes him 0_o about you point-blank and he doesnât even know why
he mAY feel a little attracted towards you??? JUST MAYBE
does picking up his binoculars and trying to look for you across the waves count as a lil crush
heâs a goddamn lifeguard and he knows he should be approachable with all of the years that comes along with his profession, but thereâs irrevocably somethinG about you that makes him curl in his shell
jiminâs adorable
jimin is the most adorable lifeguard youâve ever seen in your whole life
it was just the regular day in the beach that you constantly have while it was still off-season!!! you still of course sURF almost everyday and itâs a personality trait and lifestyle at this point
you went with seokjin as you always did and the two of you practically live together at this point :D
after all, he is the next-door neighbor that you had when u were like seven years old and he was one year older and his iMMEDIATE newly-moved in neighbor bonding response was:
âwe should surf. do you wanna surf? iâll ask permission from your parents!! what do you mEAN youâve never done this before?? iâve done this only once but i could teach you!! trust me!!â
it was just 2 and 2 together honestly,, it was a small town and you lived right nEXT to the beach!! bonding with seokjin is the closest youâd ever get to being as reckless as the seven-year old you in the city could :3
jin, for whatever reason that day two months ago, hAULED your ass to his truck and told you that he could physically feel something good about the beach today
âiâm serious. i feel it in my left pec today!â he whines when you take your time securing your surfboard, flexing it specifically that it makes you snort
heâs just learned that last week and he wONâT stop!!! your weekly family dinner yesterday was just him doing it the whole time and thereâs a certain mix of reactions
at one point he insisted that heâd only respond to whateverâs directed at him through morse code,.,,.. WITH HIS PECS
âeverydayâs a good day at the beach, though,â you sigh knowingly, already feeling the familiar waves on your body, âexcept for that time a stingray almost caught up to you.â
motherfucker didnât even believe you at first and he was so scared shitless that you had to carry him back to the shore while hauling both of your boards with you
and you know what??
he was right
he was bEYOND RIGHT
the cranky middle-aged lifeguard wasnât there by his post, but instead, someone just lightyears better than him
he is the living epitome of your dreams :D
no one could ever wear the uniform red shorts that good even!! heâs shirtless and musculaR and compact and lithe and he definitely looks like he knows whatâs going on
his undercut accentuates his pretty features even from afar and you tREMBLE on your knees when you see it
was that a rib tattoo you just saw???
:O
you can no longer see seokjin waving his hands around your face
you can no longer grasp that you have a surfboard with you and have like a dozen more in your collection accumulated from sponsorships and own handicraft
at this point do you wanna even rIDE the boards????? :|
youâd like one of him please
he looks kind and gentle and as soon as you asked him if he was new, and he answered so gently and even sHYLY that he is
straight-up tunnel vision from then,,, all you see is jIMIN
thatâs the dynamic really
flirt who likes beach-related pick up lines surfer girl and blushing shy and scolds you weakly lifeguard
it was routine and seokjin just tells you to knock it off because at this point hEâS the one who feels embarrassedÂ
and between the two of you he has the bigger pride!!!
you literally never miss a chance to make jimin flustered
when he doesnât use the jetski and instead uses his surfboard to transport someone back to shore, youâd be paddling alongside him :D
when he reapplies his sunscreen, your hand would be oUTSTRETCHED to ask for some when out of all the people, youâd be the one with most of it
or even just the occasional sandcastle you build in front of his deck and has your name signed with shells to greet him a good morning
.... yes
all of that
uhhhhh
jimin doesnât wanna sound too needy uh but where is that tODAY??!?!
itâs 6 AM and normally youâd be walking onto the sandbar by 6:03
by now he shouldâve heard the hum of either yours or jinâs truck uHHH where is that loud engine pls
the sun isnât out yet, right? itâs there but itâs not scorching down, and even if he should be applying it now, heâs just gonna hold off :D
just in case youâre gonna ask some from him again :D
itâs 6:52 and honestly wHAT THE FUCK
where are you supposed to be :((
itâs a thursday and he knows that your favorite surf days are thursdays because the waves are high and favorable and forgiving from what you could tell
heâs normally the shy yet friendly lifeguard but now he is the stone-faced lifeguard nobody come talk to him
he feels like kicking down a kidâs sandcastle today pretty much lmao no lie in that
jimin comes back from his rounds, grumpy and annoyed as he busts down his stationâs door
heâs about to plop directly onto his seat with a hUFF because where is his fill of attention today????? wHERE is his fill of flirting that he only shields away from but secretly enjoys???Â
heâs oblivious that youâre sitting slumped on his seat, quiet voice enough to startle him
âpeople who wanna go date on me tonight say ah?â
âaH BGWRETVY UVQEUR HOLY FUCKING SHIT I-â
oh
oh thatâs you
you look a lil different today
youâre not wearing your wetsuit and your hair isnât in a wet bun!!
instead for a change, youâre wearing a sundress with a bikini underneath, hair put down and pretty glasses on your nosebridge
âha. cool. good morning, jimin :)â
you take that as your cue to leave because youâve already made your presence known and donât bother to wait for a response, about to descend on the stairs because you could hear jin fighting away crabs all the way here
jimin sputters because youâre leaving him alone so easily, busting his door the second time around but with franticness
âwhat time?â
...
âhuh?â
jimin sheepishly scratches his head, upper lip nervously bit between his teeth
â... our date? what time do i pick you up?â
drabble nights: open!!
#drabble nights#jimin#jimin imagine#jimin oneshot#jimin x reader#jimin x y/n#jimin drabbles#lifeguard!jimin
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