#and thank you very much! my wrist is holding up well so. fingers crossed it'll stay that way hehe

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for the House of Leaves Leo fic, do we have to read the book to get what's going on? i'm mildly curious about it anyway, so i wouldn't mind, personally

(also, happy pride :D hope you have a good one, and that your wrist is doing well <3)

yayyyy happy pride!!! waves my handful of flags

no no, you won't have to read it at all (though you certainly should, as it's a delightful read). i say house of leaves au, but it's more... house of leaves Inspired than a proper au

the book is about a guy who finds a screenplay of a movie, which is itself about a house that is bigger on the inside than it is on the outside. rooms grow and shrink and change and appear and disappear with impossible dimensions.

that specifically is what i'll be taking from the book—the setting of the movie, about the house that changes around and creates a space of horror—not any of the plot elements or character relationships or anything like that. if you've read the book, there will be little things here and there that will make you go "ah yes i see where that came from," but if you haven't, you'll be completely able to enjoy the horror element all the same! :D

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Love On-Set (Pt. 07 of 10)

Pairing: Dacre Montgomery X Reader

Summary: You knew acting on Stranger Things season 3 would be a challenge, and you also knew, from the start, you'd have to work closely with Dacre Montgomery. But is wasn't a big deal for you, since this is your job and you're determined to act professionally. You had it all figured out, or so you thought, until the moment you were out face to face with Dacre. Then, this job became a lot harder than it was supposed to be, since you can't seem to focus whenever you're around Dacre. And you'll have to be around him a lot until the end of production.

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Kisses

The only reason why you didn't talk to Dacre at the airport was because you thought you'd have a couple of hours before shooting. But you were wrong. The flight was terribly late, and you had no choice but to go straight to set, and as soon as you got there, you and Dacre were pulled apart so you could get ready.

Already in your outfit, you stare at the mirror as your hairstylist gives the final touches, mumbling in response to whatever she's talking about. Your leg is bouncing nervously, as you regret not having called Dacre yesterday night. Or driven to his house. Anything really. Maybe it would a lot easier if you two had some time, but life has a way of complicating things.

“And you're ready,” Laura says and you manage to smile and thank her. “Now go before James comes yelling at us again.”

“Alright.” Mumbling under your breath, you stand up and leave the dressing room only to be rushed into the parking lot. Dacre is already there, talking to James. The wind makes you shiver and you brace yourself... Well, you think it's the wind that makes you shiver, what else could it be?

“...despite the delay, we'll get everything done in time so–” James swallows the words when he sees you. “(Y/N), great. Hope you made a safe trip here. I was just talking to Dacre about the upcoming scenes you two will shoot. There's just so much chemistry that I had to add more kisses.” Oh... You should've read the new script. “But I'm sure it won't be a problem since you two seem to be getting along very well.”

“Yeah, of course...” The first thing you'll do when you get to your hotel room is read every single line of this scrip. It'll be better if you're mentally prepared for what's to come.

But you're not prepared for this.

“Alright, everybody into position.” The director announces before walking away, leaving you and Dacre alone. Well, not exactly since you can't ignore the camera guys, the microphones... All the rest.

“Sorry, we couldn't talk before... This.” Dacre apologizes, but you shake your head slightly.

“But we will.” Nodding more to yourself than to him, you hope nobody is listening to this conversation. “Right?”

“Absolutely.”

“Alright, guys, c'mon,” James says and Dacre walks away as you take a deep breath. Thinking over the lines, you let yourself fall into character, remembering the backstory that leads to this moment. “Everybody set? Ok... Action!”

Turning around, you look at Dacre as he crosses the parking lot. “I can't believe you took almost an hour to get here, Hargrove!” You yell, walking to end the distance between the two of you. “There's a freaking Demidog in the pool!”

“The thing is dead. So why the hurry?” He flashes Billy's a cocky smile, and you struggle to keep the irritated expression on your face. “Chill.”

“Don't tell me to chill. Can't you miss one single date?” Giving action to Amy's jealousy attack, you punch Dacre in the chest, and he gives a small step back as he rolls his eyes. “Not even when there's an interdimensional monster involved?”

“Why the hell you always think I'm with some girl?” When you move to push him again, Billy grabs Amy's wrists. This was improvised, you think. Or is it on the new script? Dacre's grip is soft though, and you put on an annoyed face as you try to set free, uselessly.

“Because that's where you always are.” Putting a frustrating undertone in the sentence, you sigh. “But it doesn't matter. We have a much bigger fish to fry.”

“The damn thing is dead, it can wait.”

You get why Amy falls for Billy. Or are your fellings for Dacre clouding your judgment? Putting up a fight, you try to free yourself of his grip, making sure to stumble backward until your back hits a car. “Let go of me! I'm tired of this shit.” Slowly, Amy gives up fighting. Physically and emotionally. The moment you stop moving, Dacre let's go of your wrists, his arms coming to trap you in between the car and his body.

“I know you're jealous. I just need to figure out why.” Billy leans closer, and you can feel yourself drowning in Dacre's eyes, more beautiful than the ocean.

“I said it once and I'll say it again. I won't be one of your many flings...” Your voice is low, and as the cameras move closer, you know it's about to happen. God, it's so damn hard to keep up the act. You can feel Dacre's chest every time he breaths in, and you want to pull him even closer. “...so... Back the hell off.” Putting your hand on his chest, you know that the action that would make more sense here would be Amy trying to push him away again... But you fail to do that, Amy slowly disappearing as you break character for the hundredth time. Instead of pushing him away, your fingers slowly clench around the collar of his jacket, grabbing it. Dacre's eyes burn on you, and you know he wants it to.

“Who said I want you to be a fling?”

Then you don't know who moves first. If it's Dacre who leans forward or if it's you, pulling him. But it happens, fast and needy. First kisses shouldn't be like this. They're supposed to be short and sweet, shy even. But part of you is thankful for the situation you're in right now, because it justifies how you cling onto him, how deep the kiss is, hot and passionate. Billy and Amy were both craving for this moment, but so were you. And so were Dacre because his grip around you is tight, his lips keeping a quick pace, one that you're more than happy to follow. You hand find its way to his hair, as he holds the small of your back, needing to have you closer, if that even possible. The cameras are long forgotten, and there's no set, no show, nothing. Just his taste, fresh and sweet, inebriating. There's something in the background, some familiar sound trying to reach you, but you push it away, ignore it, tiptoeing even more to try and match Dacre's high, wishing he would lift you up.

“CUT!” James' voice sounds like a freaking thunder, and it wakes you up. With your heart beating insanely fast, you suddenly go back to reality, probably blushing harder than ever as you step away from Dacre. He takes a while to let go of you, intense eyes locked on yours as he tries to catch his breath, falling out of the stupor too. “That was... Good. That was good.” James says, and when you look around, you notice people staring. That wasn't... Discreet, and now you know that what you heard was James yelling ‘cut’ half a dozen times.

Running a hand through your hair, you have to fight back the urge to touch your lips, the kiss burning in your head... You really hope James will need another take.

“Are you ok?” Dacre asks, taking a quick look around before taking your hand in his.

“Yeah...” Biting your lip, you nod, staring at him. This just gave you a rush of adrenaline, making you feel brave. “More than ok, actually.”

Dacre's lips break into a smile, his thumb caressing the back of your hand. “Well, judging by James' obsession with the perfect lighting, I bet he'll need a couple more takes to get it done.”

“I really hope so. I–” You're cut short for a commotion. Several people move to surround James, who soon starts cursing. “What's going on?” You mutter, exchanging a glance with Dacre before walking over the sea of people. That's when you see the rest of the cast, and you just now remember they were here too... And they just saw everything... Millie won't let you hear the end of it.

“Who the hell did this?” James shouts, and a lot of people start apologizing. Giving the others a glance, you notice they have their eyes glued to their phones.

“Oh, no...” Something leaked, you're so damn sure. Rushing to the guys, you stand beside Noah, taking a look at his screen. “What happened?”

“The kiss. The first you shot. Someone here recorded and published on YouTube ten minutes ago.” As Noah speaks, he hands you over his phone and you read the news article he was reading. ‘Exciting scene from Stranger Things 3 leaks: Amy Halpert and Billy Hargrove are definitely a couple’.

“Shit.” You mutter, leaning closer to Dacre so he can read it too. “Who did it?”

“We have no idea,” Natalia answers, looking up from her phone. “But I watched it. Whoever did this stopped recording right before the cameras fell.”

This sucks. Giving Noah his cellphone back, you sigh. “It's really mean to do that. There's a lot of operations to keep the set free from curious eyes and someone from the inside leaks it? That's ridiculous.”

“James will sue whoever did this,” Dacre adds.

“Excuse me, guys.” Ryan comes, a tablet on his hand and a very worried expression on his face. “James wants you to stay here until we find out who did this.” He says, giving you a quick glance before looking back at his tablet. “You got the trailers here so... I think you'll be comfortable. Sorry, but James is–”

“RYAN!”

“James' orders. Sorry.” Rolling his eyes and sighing, he gives his back at you.

“We'll have to stay? I didn't do it.” Gaten exclaims, clearly pissed.

“Me neither. I was too busy watching the kiss with my own eyes.” Natalia complains but gives you a glance.

Well, you would like to get to your bed, but complaining won't help and you're exhausted from the flight. “I'm calling it a night.” You mutter, upset that this whole thing happened. The leaking, of course. “I'll take a shower to wash the 80's from my skin and I'll go see my trailer.” You haven't seen it yet, since it's meant for the Battle of Starcout scenes, which you'll probably shoot throughout the night.

“Me too,” Dacre says, then turning at you. “I'll find your trailer after if that's alright.”

“Sure.” Smiling, you blush to feel all those eyes on you. “See you soon, then.”

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You're lucky to have your baggage here. Maybe the flight being delayed wasn't so bad as it seemed. After showering and handing the outfit back to your stylist, you follow her directions to where the trailers are. They're in the very back of the set, in a large area, set side by side. You're surprised to see the trailer doesn't look like a trailer on the inside, but like an actual house, only a little tiny. There's a main space with a couch, a table, and a TV, then a kitchen with a stove, an oven, and a sink. A bathroom with a shower. And on the very back, the thing you needed the most after this long day. A well-equipaded room with a huge bed. Smiling, you let your piece of baggage fall as you climb on the bed, lying on your back and sighing in relief.

Jumping back to your feet, you decide to change into something more comfortable. So you exchange your jeans for light gray sweatpants and a black spaghetti strap tank top before lying back down. You're happy you ate on the plane, or else you'd be starving right now.

But despite all the thoughts in your head, you can't help but come back to the main event of the day. Your fingers come to touch your lips, as you close your eyes to bring the memory back. You're upset you didn't get to do more takes. The cold and nervousness you were feeling vanished so quickly, at the same moment his lips collided on yours. So hot and intense. Breathtaking.

You're dragged away from your thoughts by a knock on the door. Dacre. He told you he'd come. Taking a deep breath and fixing your simple clothes the best you can, you make your way to the door, thinking you should've picked something better to put on. “Hey.” You mutter when you swing the door open, gesturing for him to come in. “Did you see your trailer?”

“Yeah. I stopped by to leave my luggage.” He answers, stepping inside and looking down at you. “These things look bigger from the inside.”

“Definitely.” Clearing your throat, you gesture at the back of the trailer, to the bedroom. You know how awkward it may be, but there's a burning on your back that won't let you sit on the couch. “I hope you don't mind but could we talk while I lie down? My back hurts real bad from the five hours we had to spend at the airport.”

“I don't mind at all.” Nodding, you walk back to the bedroom, throwing yourself on the bed. “So. Who do you think leaked the video?” Dacre asks as he sits on the edge.

“I have no idea. All I know is that is wasn't me. And it wasn't you.” Staring at the ceiling, you try not to feel very self-conscious right now. “I was too busy on scene.”

“Me too.” He mutters. “Where does it hurt, by the way?”

“On my shoulder blades.” You answer, looking at him. He looks very handsome, as usual, despite wearing a simple white T-shirt. “Those airport chairs weren't very nice to me.”

“I can give you a massage if you want.” Dacre stares at you dead serious, which means he's not joking.

You wish you had the adrenaline rush from earlier, so it'd push the words right off your mouth, and maybe you wouldn't be blushing. “Uhm... If you want to.”

“Alright, lie on your stomach.” He says, taking off his shoes and climbing on the bed.

“Fine.” Mumbling, more to yourself than to him, you roll over, grabbing a pillow to rest your head. Breathing deeply, you feel the mattress moving under Dacre's weight as he places himself beside you.

“Let me know if it hurts, alright?” The moment you nod, you feel his hands on your back. And he must know what he's doing because it does feel good. The butterflies on your stomach are wide awake now, since Dacre has his hands on you, strong but delicate at the same time, rubbing and softly pushing your muscles.

“If I knew you were good at this I'd have asked.” You say with a smile, pulling the small amount of hair that still falls on your back out of his way. Dacre gets this as a permission to put a little more pressure, just enough to make you relax. His fingers slide under the fabric of your shirt, but you don't mind.

“Glad I can help.”

You just mumble in response, suddenly feeling your tiredness taking over as you close your eyes shut. Falling asleep now is the last thing you want because it's so good to be around Dacre, and you think you may finally understand where you both stand in all this situation. What you're feelings are and if they can take you somewhere.

“It's ok, I'm alright now.” You speak up, moving to lie on your side. “If you continue I'll fall asleep in a matter of seconds.”

“If you're tired I can go.” He gestures at the door, already moving.

“No. Stay.” Bursting out, you sit up, grabbing his arm. You can't believe what you just said. What you just asked of him. “If you want, of course.”

Dacre stands still for a while, frozen before he settles down on the bed again. “Alright.” You can tell he's tired too, by the way his eyes are heavy.

“Let's play a game. Who sleeps first loses.” The idea comes suddenly to your head, and it seems to lighten up the mood.

“And what will I get when I win?” He has a cocky smile on his lips as he lies down, facing you.

“When? Don't get overconfident.” Moving a little to get comfortable, you take a deep breath when your eyes set upon his. Blue and calming. “I'm gonna win.” You say, winking at him.

“I really doubt that.” As he speaks, Dacre brings his hand to your face, fingers sliding from your forehead to your eyelids, forcing you to close your eyes. “You'll lose, so better start making peace with that.” His voice, low and deep, sends a shiver down your spine.

You were just about to answer, to say something, when you notice how his hand lingers, moving to caress your cheek, thumb rubbing the soft skin on your jaw until it reaches your chin. Slowly, painfully slow, it comes to your lower lip. His touch burns, making your head spin around. The memory of the kiss fills your head, and you know you want to do that again.

Swallowing hard, you gather all the courage you can to move closer to him, ending all the space between your bodies and, being really brave for once, going for the thing you want. That you need the most right now. You connect your lips to his, feeling relieved as if a burden was suddenly lifted when you feel him kissing you back. Dacre's hand remain on your cheek, and yours rest on his chest, feeling his muscles under the soft fabric of his shirt. The kiss is slower this time, as if you're both discovering, unrevealing each other. But you don't mind. You love it as much as you loved the other one.

It sucks when you have to break apart to breathe. But when you do, you remain close, your foreheads touching because you just can't force yourself to pull away from him now. “Sorry, I... I had to.” You mutter under your breath.

“It's alright.” Dacre's hand comes to encircle your waist, keeping you close. “If you didn't, I'd have to.” He giggles. “I've been dying to kiss you, (Y/N).”

“Me too.” You whisper. “What you said in the message... I feel the same way. That kiss... I really wanted it and that wasn't Amy, it was me.” Maybe it's the sleep winning over you, but the words just come out. You need him to know. You need to let it out and you hope it means something to him. “Dacre, I... I really like you. A lot.”

You blush when he smiles, but soon enough a giggle escapes your lips. “Then I'd like to take you on a second date. As soon as James lets us out of this set.”

“I'd love that.” Giggling like a teenager, you kiss him again, a peck on the lips that linger a little too long. But not long enough. “Uhm... You can crash here if you want.” You decide to offer since you just noticed you're already on the bed, all tangled on each other. “I think we already reached the point of no return here.”

“I agree...”

“Are we... Are we going to sleep like this?” You ask, putting a strand of hair behind your ear.

“However you like.”

Biting your lip to hold back a smile, you turn around. Dacre is fast to hold you, a strong arm pushing your back against his chest. “Is this ok?”

“Yeah.” You both move to get more comfortable and you lay your hand on top of his, on your stomach.

You've never been like that with anyone, so close, so... Intimate. But you like it. And you can't believe it's Dacre who's holding you this way.

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The Maze Trials: A Gally Fanfiction

Pairing: Gally x Emi(OC)

Background: Emi, first girl the Glade has seen. Tougher than she looks and more than ready to prove it. Since day one her and Gally have been at each other's throats. Fighting constantly and not just with their words.

(Gally fanfiction which will include smut. It also has an actual story line. Think of it as an AU to the original Maze Runner. It'll mostly follow the main story line with some changes. Mostly focusing on Emi and Gally and their relationship.)

Chapter Six

This morning I'm with Newt trying out the job of a farmer. We are in the middle of the gardens. He's showing me the difference between all the plants.

"Can I ask you something?" He asked suddenly standing up and facing me.

"Sure" I said.

"What happened between you and Minho? I saw the two of you walking into the woods together then this morning at breakfast he was uncharacteristically quiet." Newt stared at me awaiting my answer.

"Well, he kissed me and the kiss progressed and got pretty heated but I stopped it. I told him I wouldn't let him go any farther than that kiss. Then I walked back to the homestead." I explained kicking at the dirt.

"I knew he had a thing for you. Pretty much everyone knew. The guy can't be subtle at all." Newt chuckled.

"You think he's mad?" I asked him.

"Nah, he will be over it before you know it and he will be right back to hitting on you again. Minho is not one to give up." Newt smiled.

"Do you like him?" Newt asked me taking a step closer.

I shrugged.

"I don't really know. I only remembered my name yesterday. I've only been here a few days. I'm still trying to fill everything out. I don't think I'm ready to like anyone yet."

"Well warn me before you get there cause I have a feeling most of the guys are going to attempt to get with you." Newt laughed as he bent back down.

"What about you?" I asked curiously.

He seemed to freeze for a moment. Then he started picking at the weeds in the dirt.

"I think you're wonderful Emi but not really my type." He said slowly and quietly.

I bent down to help him with the weeds.

"What is that suppose to mean?" I questioned quietly.

Newt chuckled. He popped his head up to look around him before turning back to me.

"It means you're not a guy so you're not my type." He gave me a small shy smile.

I couldn't help the large grin that spread across my face.

"No way!" I shouted earning me a slap on the arm from the blonde.

"Sorry" I whispered.

I laughed but made sure Newt knew his secret was safe with me. I think I just found my best friend. It'll be nice to have someone to talk to about these ridiculous boys.

"Anyone you have an eye on?" I asked quietly as we walked towards one of the tree stumps.

"I use to have a crush on Minho for awhile but that went away awhile back. Now I'm not really into anyone. Maybe one of these days a boy will come out of that box and change that." He smiled hopefully.

"I swear I will get you hooked up with someone one of these days." I grinned at him.

He laughed then started wacking away at the stump. The day went by quickly thanks to Newt and I chatting each other up. I couldn't remember the last time I laughed this much. Before we knew it the bell for lunch sounded.

"I figure after lunch I'm gonna throw you with the builders if that's alright. Speed up the process a little bit." Newt said as we walked towards the hut.

"Yes!" I exclaimed happily.

Newt laughed shaking his head. I think he already knew I was interested in being a builder. I just feel like I'll like that the best. Like I'll be the best at that. Plus I want to out do Gally in any way I can. Not sure why I have a need to do that but I do.

I got my food and found my seat. Newt took a minute to let Gally know the plan. I watched the blonde boy inform the angry one. He nodded once then glanced over to me. When he saw I was already looking at him he quickly looked away.

"I told Gally you were very eager to try being a builder." Newt laughed as he sat next to me.

"Why would you want to be a builder?" Clint asked scrunching up his nose.

"They're all idiots." Jeff whispered.

I just laughed and shook my head. They wouldn't understand if I told them why. I don't fully understand why. I just have this feeling and I think I should follow my gut. After lunch Gally came over and got me so I could follow him to work.

I was practically skipping as I walked with Gally. I was so excited to get my hands dirty. Of course Gally didn't trust me with a big job so he told the other builders what to do then made me go with him to gather more wood and other materials.

Gally took us to the edge of the woods to work on cutting out some wood to use. He handed me an axe then started chopping. I followed his lead chopping on the opposite side of him.

"Don't cut any of your fingers off. I'm not dealing with it." He grumbled as he continued to swing his axe.

"I won't cut off any of my fingers." I snapped at him.

He slammed his axe into the tree and left it there. He stepped closer to me his chest out like he was ready for a fight.

"Do you have a problem princess?" He asked harshly as he glared at me.

I swung my axe hard sticking it in the tree just as he did. Then I stepped away from the tree and towards Gally. I stood toe to toe with him. I wanted to make sure he knew he didn't scare me. Not even a little.

"Yea, I have a problem with the way you talk to me. You think because I'm a girl I can't do the same things you can? You think I won't make my corners as tight as you, I'll cut my fingers off, or I can't beat your ass. Don't you get tired of being proved wrong over and over?" I spat at him stepping even closer.

He growled grabbing my arms and shoving me against the tree our axes were in. His face was so close to mine I could feel his hot breath on my skin. I hadn't noticed the boys in the Glade that could see and hear us stop what they were doing. I was too distracted by the one holding me against a tree.

"You are either very brave or very stupid." He growled in my face.

"How about a little of both. I'd say I tip more to the brave side while you overload into the stupid." I said harshly as I stared him down.

His hold on my arms tightened. His face was getting redder by the minute. I was enjoying this way too much. I think pissing him off would be my new past time.

"I'm very close to beating the klunk out of you." He growled inching his face even closer to mine.

"I mean you can try but I can almost guarantee It'll go about the same as the bonfire." I smiled wickedly at him.

With a very loud growl he let go of my arms. I knew what was coming next. His big fist pulled back and went straight for my face. I let out a howl of a laugh when Gally punched the tree I was just against. He hissed turning around when he heard my laugh. I had moved out of the way at the last second. I could hear the shouts of the other gladers coming our way.

"You better get your swings in now big boy looks like the cavalry is coming to save you." I smiled wide as I did a little side to side dance.

"To save me?" He growled out in disbelief.

I nodded still doing my little dance.

"Gally! What the hell are you doing?" I heard Alby's booming voice.

I did the stupidest thing and glanced towards the leader's voice. Next thing I know I was tackled to the ground with a steaming Gally on top of me. He went for my face but it was easy enough for me to block him. I had to struggle a little to fix myself enough to roll us. 

Once I got myself in just the right angle while blocking Gally's random throws I pushed him off me. His hands held tightly on my shirt pulling me with him. We hit a slight slope perfectly causing us to roll a few times. I made sure that when we stopped I was on top. Gally groaned when his head roughly hit the ground.

"What the shuck are you two doing?" Newt asked in bewilderment.

I grabbed Gally's shirt and pulled lifting his shoulders and head a few inches of the ground.

"Gally here keeps looking for a fight. I think it's time I gave him a proper one." I stated while glaring at the boy below me.

"Enough you two!" Alby shouted.

My head snapped over to him. Those words threw my mind back into the dream I had. I glanced back at Gally who was laying very still. His hands tightly holding my wrists. I let him go and quickly stood.

What the hell is going on? My mind kept bouncing between reality and my dream. The similarities were seriously giving me a headache.

"Take both of them to the pit. Make sure they are next to each other. And no one is aloud to visit them. Make them talk to each other or not at all." Alby ordered angrily.

"The pit?" I questioned looking at Newt who was grabbing my arm.

Two boys went for Gally but he just growled, shoved them off, then stomped around Newt and I to where ever the pits are. Gally knew not to argue with Alby. I could tell just from the look on Alby's face he wasn't the person to cross.

Newt pulled me over to some horrible looking makeshift cells. They were built into the ground. He opened one of them up and gestured for me to get in.

"You've got to be kinding?" I asked staring at the hole in the ground.

"You two broke a big rule. I don't know what your issues are with each other but Alby wants them worked out. So, yes, get inside." Newt said sternly.

I huffed but did as he said jumping inside the small dirt hole. Newt quickly locked me in somehow then opened the one right next to me for Gally.

"Have fun you two." Newt said as he walked away.

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༄ Swipe, baby! | Part 12 - Oh, a real gentleman, I see

Idol!Taehyung x Reader sm/au

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Genre: Crack humor, Romance/Fluff

╰ You both swiped right on each others tinder profile with no pictures of yourselves.

You keep the details on the low; no names, no nothing, only your ages. To keep the interest until the meeting, you started talking casually, but little did you know that the guy that's trying to get into your pants is no one else than Kim Taehyung, Singer of BTS, and little does he know, that you are completely whipped for the man, an army by heart since day 1.

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Taehyungs grip around your wrist is tight and his pace is fast, it's taking all you've got to keep up and not stumble over your own feet.

„Tae- Taehyung,“ you stutter. „Can we slow down it's really hard to walk if you- if you pull me like this.“

„You brought this over yourself y/n, you'll have to learn your lesson.“

Hearing your name falling from his lips nearly has you losing your breath. Your name? Said by the Kim Taehyung? The man you've been losing your mind over for around 6 years? This is more than you've ever dared to dream. It almost makes you lose all the confidence you've built up over the evening. It was fun to tease him and drive him crazy, but now that it's close to happening you're getting pretty nervous, and the fact that he pulled himself together and took the upper hand again is almost intimidating.

As soon as you reach the doors Taehyung agressively types in the door code and continues to drag you over to the elevator. He's repeatingly pressing the button impatiently while waiting for it to arrive.

As soon as it's there, the doors open agonizingly slow and Taehyung shoves you through them the second the doors give enough space to do so; unbothered by the fact they did not fully open yet.

With one swift pull he spins you around so your back is meeting the wall on the left side as he slams his hands onto it and traps you between his arms. Seconds later, all you recognize is how he's leaning in sharply, with his face so close to yours that it has your breath hitching in your throat.

„You shouldn't have played me like this, y/n.“ he says while one of his hands is leaving your side to push the button thats starting the elevator.

You're meeting his hand halfway as he's about to bring it back and take it into yours, locking eyes with him. He's in control right now and you don't like it; you have to do something about this.

After stopping his hand with yours and holding it in place for a second, you're guiding it to rest on your cheek, not losing the intense eye contact even for the smallest of moments.

You watch as his bottom lip trembles and his adams apple bobs in his throat before he exhales shakingly.

Within the blink of an eye, what follows next is his lips crashing onto yours and his fingers diving into your hair. His lips are warm and soft and the kiss is greedy and filled with passion and in this moment its taking you everything to not rip his shirt off of him. His teeth are pulling eagerly at your lower lip and as he lets go of it his tongue is softly grazing your mouth, begging for entrance.

As much as you wanted to have a taste of is tongue, you don't get to let him in; the elevator opens its doors and Taehyung pulls away.

„Let's get out of here so we can continue somewhere more comfortable,“ he growls under his breath while he takes your hand, fingers intertwined.

As you walk towards the door, you can't help but feel overwhelmed by the impressive and gigantic building the boys are living in- not to mention how overwhelming the fact, that you're about to enter their dorm and spend a night with your bias, already is.

Taehyung is quick to type in the door code and he doesn't hesitate to push you through the door immediately.

With the sound of the door closing, he's already finding his way back to your body; his hands are gripping tightly around your waist as he's pulling you closer.

Sadly, just as he's about to lean back in to kiss you, nature is suddenly calling. This might not be the best timing, but on the other hand, it's pretty much just fitting into your plan of gaining back the upper hand. It won't hurt to leave him hanging high and dry for once more.

„Not so fast, big boy,“ you say while bringing up one finger, placing it on his lips, stopping him midway.

„What is it?“ he's asking under his breath as he's planting a kiss onto your finger.

„I kinda have to use your bathroom... can I?“

He's pulling away sharply, confusion visible on his face. „Uhm, of course you can... uhh, it's right over there,“ he responds with raised eyebrows as he's pointing into a direction.

You free yourself out of Taehyungs grip and start making your way towards the bathroom as you hear him calling out to you.

„I'll be waiting for you in my room, just walk down the hall on the right side.“

You turn on the spot, sending a nod his way. „Sure, I'll be right there,“ you assure him, making him smile.

But you wouldn't let go of a perfect opportunity to put one on top, not in this fight over dominance. So what you're doing, is forming a silent ,daddy‘ with your mouth, watching as Taehyungs eyes are widening while you turn back around to continue walking.

As soon as you reached the door Taehyung has pointed towards, you're quick to push down the handle- you wanna make him wait, but you don't want to make him wait for long.

Surprisingly the door won't open, though. Instead, you hear a voice calling out to you.

„Uhm, hyung?? I'm still in here so... would you mind??“

Being an Army for so many years, you know exactly to whom that voice belongs to. It's no one else than Jeon Jungkook, and it has you shocked. You would have thought that no one would be in the dorm when Taehyung brings you over, but certainly you've been proven wrong. Too bad that you have to keep the act of not knowing them up.

„E-... excuse me?“ you say nervously.

It doesn't help that now there's a big awkward silence, caused by probably both of you being equally surprised.

„I... uh... I-I'm sorry but-... uh yeah... occupied,“ Jungkook stutters out, being obviously just as nervous as you are.

„Uhh, okay, that's fine. Do you think it'll take long? I really have to... you know... pee.“

„Sadly, I think so... I'm sorry but I have been here for a while already and I don't think that'll change anytime soon...“ he says with the tiniest of voices. He sure sounds embarrassed.

„Oh dear, how long have you been in there?“

„... four hours...“

„Fo-four hours? You poor boy, what happened to you?!“

„I might have eaten 21 buckets of KFC... it's kinda taking its toll right now...“

„What- twenty-one buckets? That's... well, yeah. I can see that might take a while,“ you laugh. „But that doesn't change anything... do you happen to have a second bathroom?“

„Yes, it's actually two doors to the left, it should be free!“ he responds, now a bit more excited.

„Thank you! And... good luck in there!“ you cheer, as you turn away to find the other bathroom.

„Thanks.“

As you are about to pass the first of the two doors, it suddenly shoots open and Hoseok is sliding out of what seems to be his room.

He's leaning onto the door frame, arms crossed and a smirk on his face.

„Hey sexy, how are we doing tonight? Who's your daddy, huh?“

„Someone that's not you,“ you reply as you keep walking, unfazed.

„Fair enough,“ is all he says as he quickly disappears, shutting his door.

That sure was not what you'd have imagined what Hoseok would be like, but who are you to judge, you are not better.

As you push down the handle of the door next to Hoseoks, you are relieved to see that it in fact is the bathroom. You step inside and quickly do what nature is calling for.

Taking two, three glances in the mirror after washing your hands, you straighten your dress, fix a couple strands of hair and are ready to go find Taehyung.

‚Just walk down the hall on the right side,‘ you recall. ‚Shouldn't be too hard.‘

The right side of the hall is pretty much in front of you now, there is only one problem- it hasn't exactly only one door.

„Of course he didn't tell me which one,“ you mumble to yourself. You could try and call out his name, but you aren't very fond of the idea of making a fool out of yourself.

This damn guy. You immediately understood why you had to give your phone away as soon as you saw him and you didn't mind, but right now it wouldn't have been too bad to have it back.

Taking a deep breath you place your bet on the first door there is. Every rational thinking person would mention which door it is if it wouldn't be the first one, so that must be it, right?

Slowly you open the door and dare to peek inside. The lights are out, yet the space is dimly lit by a monitor that's left turned on. The whole room is a mess made out of empty bottles of banana milk, ramyeon bowls and a giant load of KFC buckets.

‚Jesus christ, Jungkook...,‘ is all you think as you close the door again. Not the room you were looking for.

Now you're getting nervous. As it seems, you'll have to go through all the doors, as much as you'd wish that wouldn't be the case.

Gathering some courage, you're knocking on the door next to Jungkooks before you open it carefully.

This time, the lights are on and the room isn't empty either; someone's sitting in their chair working on something on the computer. You immediately figure that you've barged into the wrong room again, but when he's starting to turn around in his chair, you'd feel rude if you would just leave now.

„You must be the girl that's Taehyungs guest for the night?“ Yoongi says with a monotone voice.

„Yes, I am and... you are?“

„That's not important right now. It's just good that I met you before, because...,“ he says while turning back around, opening a drawer, looking for something. When he found what he's been looking for, he reaches for his pocket, pulling his wallet out and turns back around as he continues his sentence. „You're going to stay over night, I assume? So, let me ask you, how exactly are you going to pay for this? I can accept cash,“ he says while lifting the wallet a bit, „....or credit cards,“ he says as he lifts a pocket card reader with his other hand, smirking.

You chuckle. This is probably the most hilarious thing you've ever witnessed. These guys are rich, and yet he asks you for money?

„Excuse me, but... this house doesn't exactly look like you'd need this, are you for real?“

Yoongi lets out a breathy laughter while putting down both of the items in his hands.

„We might seem rich, but I like to be on the safe side, you never know when you run out of money, you know?“ he explains with a smile, his expression kind of thoughtful.

You assume that this mindset probably has its roots in the fact that he grew up very poor, so he'd try to do everything to keep that from happening.

„I think I can understand that,“ you start. „and who would I be if I wouldn't support that? Also I kinda liked the way you asked. It was funny.“

You're laughing as you finish your sentence. Reaching into your bag, you drag out your wallet and pull out a dollar.

„I'm so sorry, but I can't just give you everything I have, since you never know when you run ouf money. But I can give you this as a thanks for the hospitality.“ you mock, and his eyes widen in surprise as you offer him the money.

„Are you for real?“

„Yes, just take it,“ you respond with a laughter.

„Holy shit, this is the first time someone actually does that. Geez, girl, you might not be as bad as I thought!“

„Excuse me?“ You're cocking an eyebrow.

„Nothing, forget it!“ he quickly says.

„Alright... listen, I should probably get going. Keep doing what you do, it's amazing!“

Shit. You didn't think that sentence through.

„What?“

„Uhh, the... the money thingy, you know. It's amazing how you, uh yeah, how you're managing that! I'll leave now, enjoy your night!“ you stutter out.

Yoongis face is decorated with a huge smile.

„No, you better enjoy your night.“

Closing his door behind you, you're taking a deep breath. That was close. You have to be more careful with what you're saying.

Giving the next room a try, you definitely did not expect what just happened, and neither did the person inside expect someone to walk in.

You are peeking your head into Kim Namjoon's room, which isn't a bad thing at all, but his eyes are fixed on you as his mouth hangs open in embarrassment.

He was listening to a song you know all too well, no, he wasn't just listening, he was enjoying it. He enjoyed ‚Expensive girl‘. He danced to it.

„That never happened.“ he says emotionless.

„Deal.“

You know exactly why he's embarrassed, but since he doesn't know that, you decide to take a different route.

„That was a nice song, though. What's it called?“ you say with a soft smile.

Namjoons eyes widen even more when you said that.

„Are you- are you serious?“

„Yes, I am.“

„Fuck yeah it is right?! I knew someone will think so. You know what? I'm sick and tired of hiding that song. I'm sick and tired of pretending I don't like it. It's a good song, and thats the facts, ain't it like that?“ he says with way too much exitement and somehow a hint of aggression.

‚Who hurt this poor boy? Jesus christ, why does he feel so angry?‘

„The song is actually a cover, someone named Rap Monster made it. He changed his name though, but he's really sick!! You should give him a try,“ Namjoon says with a smirk.

You're having a hard time not to laugh. If only they'd know.

„I'm sure he is.“

„You're not in here for me, though, huh? You're looking for Taehyungs room. It's the last door at the end of the hall. After mine there's a couple other rooms following. You probably stumbled into some other rooms before mine, I guess I'm just... yeah, I guess I'm just trying to be nice so you won't waste your time.“

„Trying to be nice, huh?“ you laugh.

„Yeah, I mean, how could I not? You promised not to tell anyone about what just happened, so I'm just giving back the favor.“

„Oh, a real gentleman, I see.“

You both laugh out loud and remain smiling at each other quietly for a few more seconds afterwards. The guy that just seemed like an angry one now doesn't seem angry anymore at all; he suddenly feels warm.

„You're pretty cool, do you know that?“ you compliment him, your voice sincere.

Namjoons smile fades away, and he's staring at you with big eyes.

„I'll go now. Keep your nice taste in music up, alright?“

He doesn't say anything. Instead, he just nods a couple times.

Poor guy. You must have flustered him, although you have to say that this expression looks pretty cute on his face.

With a smile on your face, you wave him goodbye as you close the door behind you.

Namjoon's a decent man. At least he's told you where Taehyungs room is.

So here you are, walking towards the end of the hall, and as you reach it you realize that you're facing another problem. Just as you thought you might finally be able to get this night started, you are standing in the middle of two doors.

‚At least its a 50:50 chance now... instead of tons of possible doors that could be the right one.‘

Namjoon really could have mentioned if it was the left or the right door. But well, you're thankful that you didn't have to open the other 5 doors thanks to his hint, so you're not complaining.

‚Fuck it, let's just go with the left door.‘

Knocking first, you open the door ever so slowly before you step inside a bit. You can't see anyone to your left, but as your head turns over to the right, you find Jimin sitting on his bed in a cute pajama set.

This is probably the purest thing you've ever seen. He was reading a book, and as he faces you, your eyes lock. He looks as if he's absolutely mesmerized; his eyes wide and lips slightly parted, and you'd be lying if you'd say that this moment doesn't make your heart skip a beat.

„....I- uh.... I'm sorry.... wrong room,“ is all you can bring out, your eyes still locked.

He slowly nods at your words.

There's a short moment of silence before you cut the tension that lays thick in the air.

„I should... uhm... yeah,“ you stutter as you point over your shoulder with your thumb. Again, he only nods in response.

Just the second before you close the door, you can hear Jimin whispering a quiet ‚wow‘ under his breath.

As soon as it's closed, you're leaning onto his door. What the fuck was that?

While you're leaning there, though, your eyes fall onto the door in front of you.

Taehyungs door.

‚Alright, y/n. Game on.‘

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[ticklygiggles]

Kids gotta be kids | Corazon, Law

A/N: Oh, hey! I'm alive. Thank you so much! I hope you enjoy this, sorry for the long wait!

Okay, just in case you are not in the One Piece fandom, but you want to read this, I'll give you a quick explanation (warning of spoilers): Law has a serious illness and Corazon takes the responsibility to find a cure for it, so he takes Law to hundreds of hospitals to find help for the kid, but all the doctors are scared of said illness so Corazon ends up burning up all the hospitals they go to. Literally.

Also, Corazon uses a weird make up.

Summary: Law is upset because doctors keep not wanting to help them up, but Corazon is there to make it him feel better.

Warning: Law is a kid during his time with the illness, so this fic has a kid being tickled. I know some of you don't feel comfortable reading about it, so you've been warned!

This is not a pairing!

Words: 1k+ (under the cut)

Corazon sighed when he found Law sitting right where he left him, with his knees up, hiding his face between them, and his arms embracing his legs. Corazon balanced all the fruits in his arms and approached him, making sure to step carefully to not fall.

He still wondered if that would make Law feel a bit lighter.

He placed the fruits in front of Law, but the kid didn't budge, instead, he tightened his arms around his legs. Corazon sighed again and he let himself fall beside Law.

"Law?", he didn't respond. "Law, I'm sorry. I know you are tired of this", he makes a pause, just to see if there was any reaction from the kid.

He was just a little happy to see his thin arms relaxing a bit. "And I know it embarrasses you that I keep burning up every hospital we go to", Law actually lifted his face to that and looked at Corazon, rolling his eyes and showing he was, in fact, embarrased. Corazon chuckled. "But just give me another opportunity, yeah? I'll definitely find a cure to that illness of yours"

Corazon placed a loving hand on top of Law's head. "Just trust me, please. Keep trusting in me"

Law hid his face again and Corazon quickly took his hand off his head, not wanting to make him angry. He waited, for an answer or a punch, he didn't know, he just waited and waited and waited until Law finally looked up at him again.

Corazon was kind of expecting a nasty look from him, even after saying all of those nice things, so he was not ready to find Law's eyes shining brightly in a way he had never seen before, and see a big child-like smile pulling at the corners of the kid's mouth.

The first thing that crossed his mind was that he was probably dead and he was seeing an angel in the form of Law.

He didn't want to be dead, the kid needed him and-

"Stupid, Cora-san", oh, that's not something an angel would say. "I'll trust you", Corazon gasped and placed a hand on top of his chest, relishing into Law's words.

Law simply rolled his eyes, not expecting anything else from his companion, and with a soft smile still plastered on his face, he looked at the fruit in front of him and extended his arm to took one of the reddest apples his eyes had ever seen.

Corazon, on the other hand, was still astonished, looking at his little companion happily take a big bite of the apple.

"Law?"

"Yes?", Law cleans up the juice falling from his chin as he looks up at his guardian.

"Law, do that again?"

Law tilts his head, just adding cuteness into Corazon's heart, and looked to the apple in his hand, then to Corazon, and then back to the apple.

"Okay", he says and opens his mouth widely, going for a second bite.

"No!", Corazon quickly says, stopping Law with his teeth a few millimiters away from the fruit. "Not eating! Smile! Smile again like you did one minute ago!"

Corazon nearly had a heart attack when Law's cheeks quickly dusted with a pink blush and his grey eyes opened a bit wide.

"You are stupid, Cora-san", he says, turning his head to avoid Corazon's gaze. "I do not smile", he bites his apple again.

"C'mon, Law! You just did! And you looked so cute!"

That made Law choke on the juice and the piece of apple filling his mouth, Corazon hit him in the back, scared that he might die.

"I don't look cute!", he gasps when his coughing fit dies. "Stop saying such things and just let me eat!", Law hugged his knees again as he angrily eats his apple.

"Please?", Law turned his face around. "Please, Law", Corazon got closer to him, just wanting to push his limits. "Just a little smile", he moved just a bit closer, almost touching Law. "A little smile?", he moved his arm, elbowing Law in the side a few times, noticing how the boy tensed for the invation of his personal space. "Please, Law?"

Law hid his face on his knees again, hiding his apple between his body and legs. Corazon decided to just keep elbowing him until he heard a muffled sound coming from Law.

A muffled sound... that sounded like a giggle. A giggle.

"Did you-

"Stop poking me!", Law lifted his face, looking at Cora-san and regretting it as soon as Corazon's face lighted up with realization.

It tickled him and he knows it did tickle by that muffled giggle and the way the corners of Law's lips trembled, trying to stop a smile from forming.

Corazon was amazed, speechless and surprised. His hands worked faster than his mind and before he could stop himself, his fingers latched into Law's sides, squeezing up and down the length of them, making the kid shriek and fall back as he giggled and kicked.

"You are ticklish!", he truly can't believe it. "Law, you are ticklish!"

"Dohohohon't tell mehehe!", tickling will not stop him from being a sarcastic little shit, apparently.

Law squirmed and tried to push Corazon's hands away from his sides, but he was just a kid and his strength wasn't enough, even worst when he's laughing against his will.

"Well look at you, you can really laugh, can't you?"

"Stohohop!", to Cora-san's surprised, Law was laughing nearly in hysterics as his back arched and his legs kicked trying to hit Corazon in the face. "Cora-sahahan! Don't tohohouch me!"

"Tell me, Law", he starts as his fingers brushed against a very sensitive spot on Law's sides, right under his ribs, Law let out a bark of laughter, his head throwing back and his body bucking up. "Your sides are a good spot for tickling?"

He smiled when he saw Law's cheeks slowly turning a soft pink. He looked adorable, he had never seen such big smile stretching his lips. His eyes were closed and the laughter pouring out of his mouth was so childish, so genuine and happy. It seriously made his heart melt.

"Corahahahazon!", Law yelled, squeaking when Cora's fingers moved to his child-like tummy.

The laughter died down a little, Corazon noticed as he clawed his fingers, which were long enough to cover up all of Law's tummy and part of his lower ribs, and the kid's laughter turned into giggling.

"C-Cora-san! Stohohop doing this!", Law giggles, trying to push Corazon's hand away. "I'm dyihihing!"

Corazon looked fondly at Law, this kid was very special to him now and he can't stop himself from making him laugh. He really wants to see him happy, but he probably needs to rest now, his face is a bit too red.

"Just one spot", Law giggled hysterically when Corazon's fingers climbed up from his tummy, past his ribs and up to his chest like little spider legs.

"No please!", the stubborn child finally begged. "Plehehehase not there! Not thehehere!"

Corazon chuckled. "Not there? Where? Here in your neck?", Law squeaked and quickly scrunched up his shoulders.

His hands tried to stop Corazon's, but it was useless. Corazon easily wiggled two fingers under Law's chin and lifted his head with no problem, exposing Law's neck to his mercy.

"Ahahaha! C-Cora-san! Wait! Wahahahait!", Law was already laughing loudly, even snorting a little.

Corazon laughed a little too. "I haven't done anything, Law", but he did as soon as those words left his mouth.

He held Law's head up with one hand as the other wiggled around his sensitive neck. Law shrieked and fell into hysterical laughter, his arms and legs flailing around.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle, Law~", Corazon teased. "What a ticklish neck you have here!"

"Nohohoho!", Law laughed out, his head shaking from side to side as much as Corazon's hand left him, his hands curling around his attackers wrists, trying to push him away. "Not thehehere!", he begged again.

"Too ticklish here?", Corazon sofly wiggled his fingers against the soft skin, not wanting to hurt Law. "Are you enjoying yourself, Law?"

Besides all of his bucking and shrieking and begging, Law was, somehow, looking happier than ever. There was no expression of pain in his features and he let his laughter pour out of him without holding it back to look strong and mighty.

Corazon thought that, from the first time in a long time, Law was actually enjoying being a child. He was letting himself be the kid he was, he was letting himself forget about his illness and his hard past and the scare of dying.

And Corazon felt happy that he was helping him to be free, even for a little while.

Law didn't respond to that accusation, of courae, but his cheeks flushed even more and that was enough for Corazon.

"Oh, you know what should I do?", Corazon stopped, letting the kid catch his breath as residual giggles made his body shake. "It'll probably drive you nuts, thought"

Corazon was suprised when Law started to giggle in anticipation. "Dohohon't raspberry mehehe", Corazon laughed.

"Oh no, you discovered my plan!", he easily moved Law's head up, not that he put much of a fight, and leaned down, making Law shriek with laughter. "I haven't done anything, Law", he says and blows a little bit on the exposed skin. "But here I go"

Corazon really didn't need to actually blow the raspberry, as soon as his lips pressed against Law's neck, he was thrown back into hysterics, so the whole raspberry thing was just finish up the game.

"You okay, Law?", Corazon helped Law up back into his sitting position.

"I'm fihihine", he breaths out. "Don't do that ever again!"

"Oh c'mon, you loved it"

"Did not!", he blushed.

"You did"

"Did not", Corazon chuckled and ruffled Law's head.

"Okay, sure. Whatever you say"

Law hugged his knees once again and Corazon got worried that he might misunderstood and Law actually hated it. He was going to apologize, but Law opened his mouth to talk.

"It was- it was fun", he mumbled, his cheeks turning red again, Corazon's heart melt inside his chest.

"I'm glad you think so, Law", he says. "It was, in did, really fun"

Law just nodded and they sat beside each other, enjoying each other's company and waiting for Law's breathing to finally become normal.

"Hey, Law?"

"Yes?"

"I think I painted your neck a little bit... I'll have to clean it up", Law started to giggle again and before Corazon could attack him, he got up and run away from him.

"You gotta catch me first!"

Corazon will let him be a kid for as long as he wants to act like one.