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creative-kny-fics · 3 months ago

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Got a great idea for a Ler Giyu Lee Tanjiro, when u r able to do it😊

HC: After the Soba Contest, Giyu decides to get a little 'revenge' on Tanjiro for following him around like a pesky puppy for three days and also (secretly) to have a bit of fun with his junior.

Poor Giyuu, he can't even eat anymore without hearing Tanjiro's 'Giyuu-San!' (NOT A SHIP!!!!)

Lee: Tanjiro Kamado

Ler: Giyuu Tomioka

Giyuu felt like a demon, not because he felt the need to eat human flesh or something, it was more because he now understood how it feels in a certain part to be stalked.

'Tanjiro, I agreed to let you win and you did... Why do you continue to follow me?' 'Oh, I would like to start training with you!'

'Well, that's impossible...', what a bad word you chose.

It wasn't because Giyuu didn't want to train Tanjiro or anything like that, it's just that hashira training already had an established order and Giyuu couldn't break it, not even if it was Tanjiro.

He tried to explain but Tanjiro continued to believe that the contest had been of no use and Giyuu had become discouraged from the idea of training.

'Well, this is weird. It went from being sweet to scaring me...'

Hahahaha it seems like Tanjiro has continued his stalking of Giyuu, so how was he going to recover?

'Tanjiro, listen, I appreciate that you care about me, but I can't break the rules. The order of training is set and I can't just break it...'

'But you broke the rules when you saved me and Nezuko...', loophole

Giyuu tried to explain to Tanjiro, for the 15th time that day, that he couldn't train him unless he passed training with the other hashiras or had a specific order from Ubuyashiki that he must do so.

Also, he didn't want Tanjiro to get injured again, he had just recently had his cast removed and it was dangerous, he wouldn't expose him to another injury.

'Giyuu-San, but... You promised to train me...' 'I never said I wouldn't, but, seriously Tanjiro. Stop following me, I don't think I can even blink without feeling your bulging eyes staring at me...'

But that cycle continued for almost 3 days straight, it didn't bother him since Tanjiro didn't interrupt when he was asleep or when he was in the bathroom, but it didn't take away from how weird that looked and felt.

Finally, Giyuu agreed to train Tanjiro, of course, "train" in quotes.

'I'm so happy that I can start my training with you Giyuu-San! I will do everything you ask of me!'

'Well, grab your katana and get into fighting stance', hahahaha a classic!

Giyuu approached and took a good look if Tanjiro's posture was correct, there were still a few small details missing but nothing that Giyuu couldn't fix. He moved Tanjiro until he felt he had the proper posture, but something was missing, he wasn't doing the right breathing.

Giyuu smiled internally and placed his hand on Tanjiro's belly and instructed him to breathe, pinching him lightly when he breathed incorrectly. 'Gi-Giyuu-San... That tickles...'

'Really? I had no idea' 'Wait... This isn't the training I'm thinking of, is it?'

And that's one of the reasons why Giyuu doesn't use stupid strategies or games, he doesn't manage to carry them out because it's something, stupid, let's put it that way, to be able to come up with a good plan.

Well, that will be told in another fic, Giyuu had no choice but to admit that that was the reason and assured him that it would help him in his future training with the other hashiras.

'Gi-Gihiyuu-Sahahan!! I cahahahan't co-concehehehentrahehehete...!!'

'A shame, I don't think you want to disappoint the other hashiras, do you? Come on, don't put your hands so close to your torso, it seems like you're scared...', Tanjiro denied and quickly dropped his sword to the floor and his knees little by little gave way until they were almost next to his sword.

Giyuu tsked, but internally laughed, sat next to him and sat him on his lap while laughing and caressing his head (IT'S NOT SHIP YOU MOTHER-).

Tanjiro puffed out his cheeks as he covered his red face, this was silly, he had barely started training and he already felt like he had failed. 'Hahahaha calm down Tanjiro, you did your best... I guarantee that none of the hashiras will do that, I was just playing with you'

'I see Kanroji-San capable of doing it. Also Tokito-Kun, Uzui-San, Shinobu-San... Ugh... I need to practice my reactions better, if something like this happens to me in battle, I'll end up dead.'

'Hey, don't say that. You are a good swordsman. Well, how about we train seriously this time? No tickling, I swear'

But Tanjiro refused, if he wasn't able to handle his reactions with him, how would he with demons? Well, it's not like the demons have a BDA that focuses on it, but better safe than sorry.

Giyuu sighed and asked him exactly what he wanted, Tanjiro took a breath and raised his arms, needless to say that as soon as Giyuu reached out his fingers, Tanjiro's arms immediately lowered.

'Don't you dare tease me, you're just as ticklish as me, you could even put it worse...'

'Oooooh, I see... Are you provoking me? I'm not the one who usually falls for provocations but since it's you, I'll play along... Come here little one!!', Tanjiro squealed when Giyuu grabbed his wrists and put them on top of his head, he must have foreseen this.

Tanjiro laughed in anticipation and closed his eyes tightly when he saw how Giyuu smiled and moved his fingers slowly and approached him, but after calming down, he had the courage to stare at him and try to maintain eye contact with his fingers and control his reactions, but failed.

He hadn't even really done anything, Giyuu had just used his index finger to poke his armpit and laughed at Tanjiro's reaction, asking him if he was sure he wanted to continue and he nodded.

'Come on Tanjiro, really? It was just my index finger hahahaha. Be stronger, this is your second chance, if you fail again, you know what will happen...' 'I can handle it! I'm sure I can!'

'Fine, but I warned you...'

The procedure, and the result, was the same, Tanjiro couldn't help but squeeze his eyes shut and groan when he realized what he had done.

Giyuu couldn't contain his laughter and shrugged, I guess it couldn't be helped. 'Ooooh what a pity... It seems that now the tickling will be serious...'

'R-really...? Wait Giyuu-San! I-I change my mind!! AHAHAHAHAHA!! GI-GIHIHIYUHU-SAHAHAN!!'

'Yeah? What do you need?', Tanjiro shook his head as he pulled it back.

He had to be careful, what would happen if he accidentally headbutted Giyuu? I would never forgive him, even if it was by mistake, I would not forget it.

'I'm just using two fingers to dig into your armpits, wow, you really can't tolerate this, huh?'

'PLEHAHASEHE!! GIHIHIYUHU-SAHAHAN!! PLEEEEAAASE!! AHAHAHAHAHA!!'

'Please what? Please continue? Please stop? If you want something, say it completely, I'm not a fortune teller, Tanjiro'

Tanjiro let out the most embarrassing screech he would have made before, he would have covered his face if Giyuu didn't have his arms above his head, but it didn't last long.

Giyuu was "compassionate" and let go of Tanjiro's wrists to use both hands, one of them stayed in his armpit while the other went up and down from his hip to his armpits, sometimes squeezing his hips, going up to his neck, giving gentle squeezes to his sides or tummy or slid his finger into his navel.

'Look at you, is that really a lot? You're kicking in the air, who are you trying to hit?', Tanjiro huffed and started spinning around. 'Do you need a break?'

'YEHEHEHEHES!! JUHUHUHUST AHAHAHAHA GI-GIHIHIVE ME A FEHEHEHEHEW MHMHMH SEHEHECOHOHONDS!! PLEHAHASEHEHEHEHE'

'Okay, okay, breathe!'

Finally Giyuu stopped and Tanjiro gasped while still continuing to laugh.

Giyuu raised his head to put his haori under it, standing up and heading to the kitchen to bring Tanjiro a glass of water. 'Here, drink, maybe I went too far'

'I don't think so, I'm just too ticklish... And you're very good, now I understand why Shinazugawa and Obanai-San tried to stop me from telling you when they say something offensive to me'

'Well , I am just quite cautious and think my attacks well. I'm sorry I made you laugh so much, it sounded like I was torturing you...'

Tanjiro sat up and denied, he couldn't get mad at Giyuu, he was too nice to get mad at him.

He smiled and Giyuu smiled back, stroking his head and helping him up once he recovered.

'Well, what do you think if we train seriously this time? I promise you there won't be any tickling, if you're not so wrong!'

'I promise! I'm super excited to train with you! I will give my best effort!' 'I know you'll do it well, come on, be on your guard!'

#demon slayer tickling #demon slayer tickle #ler!giyuu #lee!tanjiro #water brothers

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andsoigotabutterfly · 1 year ago

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-Freefall

Emma Myers x fem!famous!actress!reader

Summary: Wednesday Season two's filming starts, and Emma can't help but find a certain new college of hers very attractive.

a/n: Well this took a heckin' long time. Sorry, I just had to hide from my government because I accidentally stole state secrets. Only surfaced up so I could upload this. Hope you enjoy!

warning: little bit of angst, jelousy, little fluffy (is this even a warning?), bad writing, not proofread, english is still not my native language so sorry for any mistakes, famous reader, oblivious Emma AND reader

ler me know if I left something out!

“So, basically this is basically it. What do you think?”

Emma has been showing Jasmine around set all day. Even though early setbacks, they have been bonding and overall having a great time together. This season’s set was way bigger than the last, yet the layout was similar, so Emma knew her way around. Many of the staff were still being hired, thus, she volunteered to show new people around.

“Way bigger than what I expected!” the curly haired woman exclaimed. “And everyone is so nice! To be honest, I’m a bit overwhelmed…”

“That’s natural” Emma nodded. ”First when I got here last season, my head was spinning like crazy. You’ll get used to it.”

Jasmin’s mouth was still slightly hanging open, in an awestruck state. Then she mischievously smiled and looked over at Emma. She was gleaming, and even though Emma has only known her for three hours, she knew she wanted to ask something.

“Out with it” she smiled back.

“Is it true, that the Y/N is going to our colleague?”

Even the mention of your name was enough for Emma for her smile to grow bigger. The last couple years, you have burst onto scene, claiming every award you’ve been nominated for, and you deserved every one of them. Somehow every movie you’ve been in, it was as if you owned the scene. Some films got big just because of your acting, but you acted in some that were famous even before you got added to the cast.

Emma was entirely and utterly enthralled with you, and it wasn’t even an understatement. When she got word from Jenna, that she had asked you to be a part of Wednesday season two, and you said yes, she nearly fainted.

Jenna, as the co-producer of the new season, had pulled some strings and invited a lot of actors and actresses she has been working with in the past to be a part of Wednesday. Jasmin and you were almost the only ones, who’d been available, and would want to take part in the making of the new season.

Then she realized she needed to answer a question, and quickly nodded.

“Man, she is just simply great!” she said, and then continued her rant about you for five minutes, whilst the only thing Emma could do, was to nod along, whilst leading the woman to the director’s cabin. She couldn’t disagree with anything she said.

“I’ve also heard she might be your love interest…” Jasmin mischievously said, leaning in and grinning at the smaller woman.

“What? Wher- N- No that’s ridiculous” Emma stuttered. “I would neve-“ she got cut of by her companions’ intense laughter. She blinked in confusion, little scared. “What’s so funny?”

“I meant in the show!” Jasmin laughed out.

Emma mentally facepalmed herself, then smacked the other’s shoulder. Then realisation settled in her, as Jasmin’s words sank in. No. It couldn’t be… But that would mean, you. And her. Would have to. The thought made Emma unintentionally smile.

As the two continued their way towards Tim’s base of operations, conversation flew between them easily. Jasmin would not let go of the topic, and would retrial the chatter towards you, whenever Emma would try to change the subject. She had quickly found about Emma’s interest in you and would constantly tease her with it.

They didn’t even realise that they have reached their destination, until a loud shriek came from the trailer. “I would be her what?!”

The two looked at each other, and without a word, got closer as to hear what’s happening inside. Not a lot could be made out, but Emma could hear two people talking inside. She looked over to Jasmin, whose eyes were wide, a huge smile plastered on her face. Seeing her clueless partner, she whispered a quick “Let’s get inside” towards her, and before Emma could do something, dragged her inside.

“Jenna, I just can’t do that!” you said, your distress clearly audible in your voice. You had your back towards the new arrivals, not noticing them. “It’s not like when I did it with you, she is- I’m…” You didn’t finish the sentence, as Jenna signed the arrival of Emma and Jasmin.

“Sorry, to interrupt, but we finished our tour, and Emma here doesn’t really know where my trailer is, so we just came in to ask for help?” Jasmin said with too big of a smile to be telling the truth. Emma knew for a fact she was talking bullshit, as her trailer was one of the first places, she has shown to her. Yet all she could do was blink like fish, as you slowly turned on your heel towards them.

Emma felt like a mouse on the Mars; breathless and small. The Y/N was standing before her, sunglasses in hair, wearing a leather jacket with a white shirt underneath, black denims and combat boots completing your outfit. You were gorgeous, your sparkling eyes and light-brown, shoulder-blade length hair highlighting your face. If she could look away from you, she could have seen her friend throwing a knowing smile at her from across the room, but she couldn’t take her eyes of your perfect features.

“No problem at all” Jenna said reassuringly. “We were just discussing Y/N’s role as Enid’s love interest. Come, I’ll show you to your trailer. It’s so good to see you again! How was your flight?” she asked, like she didn’t just drop a bomb in the room.

You seemed to slightly flinch at her statement. Emma’s heart skipped a beat. Jasmin smiled and put an arm around Jenna, both leaving the room, leaving you and a breathless Emma inside.

After staring at each other for a while, you cleared your throat and greeted her. “Hi” your voice was uncertain, shy even. Not what she expected from you. “I’m- “

“Y/N, yes. Hi, I’m-“

“Emma” you gulped. “Yes. Huge fan here” you gestured at yourself, a weak smile appearing on your lips. Why did they have to be so full and red?

Emma’s heart fluttered at your words. “Really? Me too!” she smiled back. “I mean, of you. Not me, that would be a little egotistical, wouldn’t it? Hilarious even” she laughed to herself. “You’ve been amazing in Dune!”

You finally, genuinely smiled at the mention of the film. “Yeah, that was one of my favourites to shoot. I’ve read the books like a million times before, and when I got asked to play, there was no chance I would turn it down.”

“’He, who controls the spice controls the universe’” Emma quoted, with a deep voice imitating the books. “Shame this line didn’t make it into the movie…”

“Right?!” you exclaimed. “I was protesting for like three weeks for them to add it, but they denied me! It’s one of the most important quotes and they just cut it! I was outraged” you pouted.

Time flew by as you two raved about the movie and the books, but soon the subject changed to other interests of you and her. As it turned out, you played the drums, and were pretty good at it. After nagging you for a bit, you finally caved in and showed her some of the voice recording you made for yourself, and you really impressed her.

“Have you been shown around yet?” Emma asked, little more hopeful than what she wanted to admit to herself. “The majority of the staff is still being hired, so I volunteered to show new actors around.”

“Please, go ahead!” you smiled at her. “The moment I got here, Tim asked for me and Jenna to hold a meeting. Then he left me and her here, and that’s when you jumped us, so no, I haven’t been shown around yet.”

“Did Jenna say what the number of your trailer is?”

“Yes, I’m in number eleven.”

Oh god. “So, you’re the one who stole my number!” Emma exclaimed. “No worries, I’ll forgive you this once. Also, I’m in the trailer next to it, so we’ll be neighbours.” You beamed at her words. Without thinking, she put an arm around your shoulder as she started to lead you out, but the moment she noticed what she had done, the smaller girl retracked her hand. “Sorry! I’m just- “

“No need to apologize” you settled her. “I don’t mind.”

Emma just glared at you for a moment, butterflies erupting in her stomach at your words. Then she realized she was supposed to show you around, and started the tour once again, her hand finding it’s way back to your shoulder.

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It took less than a week to hire the staff, and for everyone to arrive at set. During this short duration Emma and you quickly grew closer, a deep friendship blossoming between you two. Daily banter and hanging out instantly became normal, as you two met up every day. Emma made sure to introduce you to everyone on set who arrived.

Not long after, shooting started and just as last time, it was hard. Everyone swiftly realized that these seven months are going to be just as demanding as the last eight, if not even more so. After the first two weeks, Emma already felt exhausted by work, her only consolation being the nights spent together with you. It became regular for you to come over to her place, and discuss what had happened that day, sometimes putting on a movie in the background.

She knew she shouldn’t, but she started falling. Not even lightly, but blindly and deeply stumbling into the pit that you resembled. Your tinkling laugh, making her laugh with you every time, your bright smile filling her world, giving purpose for waking up every day. The softest touch from you made her day, and they weren’t even rare.

Jasmin quickly caught on and started teasing her about it. With Jenna having to attend a lot of managing meetings they couldn’t meet that much, but the curly haired woman quickly filled the space left by her. She became one of Emma’s closest friends, beside you, of course.

As the weeks passed, the whole cast got back to its last year traditions; late night parties, getting drunk as hell, and blaring some music in the background. At first, you were glued to Emma’s side, but as time passed you slowly became comfortable with everyone around set.

“Spin!” everybody chanted, as Jasmin sat her phone back down behind her after she texted her ex that she misses her. “Spin! Spin! Spin!”

Two months into shooting Georgie was the one to hold the weekly party night. Once he has shown everyone around, the enjoyments started. Alcohol was quickly brought forth and everyone eased their minds.

Now you were comfortably sat beside Emma, raising your fist as you chanted with everyone. You were in an oversized black sweater, and shorts. Your eyes sparkled with joy, and you were gleaming with the night’s energy. Emma lowered her voice as she took you in, wanting to burn this memory into her brain. You couldn’t be more beautiful.

The crowd cheered as Jasmin spined the empty vodka bottle. As you did as well, Emma reevaluated her last thought; you were even more beautiful now. The glass clattered slower and slower, and soon, it stopped pointing at…

“Y/N!” Jasmin smiled mischievously, as if she was looking upon her pray. “Truth or dare?”

Emma could feel you stiffen beside her a little, but you quickly composed yourself, and looked back upon her, your eyes taunting her to do her worst. “Truth” you said, chin raised high.

“Is it true, you realised you aren’t straight after your kiss scene with Jenna?” she asked immediately after. Emma felt her heart clench, and her breath catch in her throat. She looked around the room, and saw the brunette blushing, whilst the others either chuckled or woo-d at the question. Wait, you weren’t straight?!

You narrowed your eyes at the other actress, then sighed in defeat. You took a shot before answering, that was laying beside you at the floor. “Yes” you admitted.

“Was it because-“

“One, question, miss” you cut her off, voice low as you grabbed the bottle and spun it. Everybody laughed. Except Emma.

She still couldn’t get over the fact you weren’t straight.

Yet a pesky thought took root in her brain. Did you have a thing for Jenna? You came out right after your movie with her made it into the theatres, and you haven’t dated anyone since. At least not publicly.

After a few rounds, the game came to an end. Everyone was either tired, drunk, or already asleep. There was no way, adequate work could be done the next day.

You and Emma stumbled to your trailer together, talking and laughing. Originally Jasmin and Hunter were also with you but had already made it to their trailer. The departing woman threw Emma a knowing smile and a wink when she left.

Even though your trailers were next to each other, Emma made sure to walk you the rest of the way. She watched you fumbling with your keys and open the door. She gave you a goodbye hug, and turned around to leave, when she felt your hand grab her.

“Nuh-uh! You’re staying here. Too dangerous for you to make it to your own” you said and tugged her inwards.

“Y/N” she laughed but complied to your pull. “Mine’s literally next door!”

“Don’t care.”

So, there she was, at your place not really knowing what to do. Usually by this time, you departed from one-another to make it to your own bed without collapsing on the floor.

“Isn’t it a bit too late for a movie?” she asked, when she saw you preparing popcorn. Oh, how she hated herself for asking this.

“You got somewhere to be?” you asked back jokingly and threw you the remote control. “Just pick something! I’ll be there in a sec.”

She did as she was told. As the movie started, she made herself comfortable at the end of the couch, leaving you space beside her. Yet, the movie didn’t really concern her that much, more the thoughts of you and Jenna. The internet was exploding with shipping you and her after the movie came out, and Emma couldn’t deny the chemistry that seemed between the two of you.

“Penny for your thoughts?” you asked as you slumped down next to Emma on the couch and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. She ignored how this simple act of yours made butterflies erupt in her stomach.

“I-“ she started sheepishly, as a child caught during ice cream robbery. You weren’t helping either, with your cute, unwavering gaze. “Erm. Nothing really” she managed to say. You looked at her for a few more seconds, then turned to face the screen.

After a few minutes, you snuggled yourself into Emma, which made her breath get caught, and the butterflies return. She knew she was blushing too, and thanked the gods silently, that you couldn’t see her face.

“So, what’s up with you and Jasmin?” you asked, nonchalantly.

Emma furrowed her eyes. “What do you mean?”

“Well, you two are very close, and she always makes you laugh…” you sounded unsure and hesitant, which was very new to Emma, coming from you.

“We’re just friends if that’s what you mean” she answered. To your nod, she felt like it was her time to ask, yet she felt like she wouldn’t like the answer. Her heart clenched at the thought. “What about you?” she asked anyway. “Do… you like anyone?”

You fell silent for a moment. Emma started panicking a little, thinking she crossed a line, until you spoke. “I’m just not sure if they like me back…” your voice was weak, and fearful.

Before she got a hold of herself, the next question rolled out. “Is it Jenna?” You stiffened in her hold, and she mentally facepalmed herself. Of course, it was Jenna. Who else would it be? She felt pain in her chest at the thought of you and her together, yet the thought of you being happy, lessened it. Even if only a little. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone.”

You sit up so you can look at her, and she already misses the contact. There is something in your eyes she can’t decipher. But then you simply thank her and lean back into her. She feels strange. She feels bad. She knows she has no right for her heart to clench this painfully. Yet it does.

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“What’s with you?” Jasmin looked at Emma curiously.

She was playing her part perfectly, and the now blonde-haired woman had to admit; she looked pretty swell in the Nevermore uniform. Emma knew her lines, she had practised them all the night before, yet the words just wouldn’t come to her. She was just as distracted as Enid was in this scene if not even more so, and there was a good reason for it.

You were standing behind cover with Jenna, talking, laughing, and enjoying your time with her. Ever since the night where she figured out who you were crushing over, she had done a lot to help you. She ignored the part of her which violently wanted to stop her from doing so, but it got harder and harder. Her solution in the last couple weeks was to avoid you as much as possible. It got even harder when she would need to do her scenes with you, as shooting got to the part where Lilith and Enid, Lillith being the character you were playing, got closer and closer to one another. It wasn’t long until the kiss scene and Emma was freaking out.

It wasn’t like you didn’t notice her distancing herself from you, but Emma was just too scared to let you close again. She felt like, the moment you confront her, she would combust and confess everything immediately, so she did everything in her power, to avoid it, even if she knew it wouldn’t be possible for long. She got up earlier, to avoid you and even though it pained her more than anything, she cut of the movie nights and talking with you.

Yet now, as she was standing on set and you were off talking and enjoying yourself with Jenna, she couldn’t help but feel her stomach churning in uncomfortable and unpleasurable ways. She felt both guilty and helpless against it.

“Cut” Tim said a little disappointedly. “Emma, as she said” he continued as he pointed at Jasmin. “What’s whit you? You can’t concentrate, and we can’t shoot a goddamn scene with you.” It was true. She had been like this for almost three to four days now, but only became apparent now, as shooting got to the parts where she was in the main picture.

“Sorry, I’m just really over my head with a few things.”

“Take the day off” he said with a wave of his hand.

“No- But- I can do it, I promise!”

“It’s not that you can’t, it’s that I don’t want you to. You clearly need to sort things out.”

“But-” Emma started protesting, but Tim cut her off.

“Just go!”

Emma sighed in defeat and slumped out the scene. Now she had to deal with her thoughts about you. Great. Just great.

As Emma was walking out, she saw a glimpse of you and immediately changed her direction. She chose the back door exit instead and lengthened her steps. She felt you behind her, but before you could catch up to her, she was out.

Emma stayed in her trailer all day. She felt helpless against being this distracted, helpless against what you made her feel. She felt her heart clench every time you popped in her mind, which was almost constantly. The now familiar feeling of her stomach churning returned, and accompanied her all day, making her even more miserable.

Her absence didn’t go unnoticed. Jasmin, Hunter, Johnna, and Naomi all went to check up on her, but she sent them all away. She couldn’t deal with company right now. She didn’t want to break down before them which she felt impossibly close to.

Then sheknocked. “Hey, Emma” Jenna’s soft voice could be heard from the door. “Please let me in! I just want to talk.”

Emma’s heart clenched even more if that was possible. She hadn’t been nice with Jenna. Not that she was rude, but she avoided her even more than you. She loved Jenna, she really did, but the last couple weeks Emma wished she would just disappear. She knew she had no right to do so. She didn’t want to do so. Yet she did.

“Has someone done something wrong?” the brunette continued. Emma wanted to hug her so badly, tell her no, but she stopped herself. Why did she stop herself? “You’ve been distancing yourself from us and we miss you! I miss you…” her voice was now sorrowful. It broke Emma’s heart. “Have I done something? If-“

The older woman abruptly opened the door and pulled the startled woman into a hug. “No” she spoke, sounding a little scratchy. “It’s not you. It’s me.” Emma felt Jenna returning the hug.

“What’s with you?” the smaller woman asked softly as she stepped one step back.

“It’s-“ she started but forgot what she wanted to say the moment she saw someone behind Jenna. The moment she saw you. “Y/N” she breathed out unconsciously.

Jenna raised a brow. “Y/N?” she asked confused but wearing a smug smile. When she noticed Emma wasn’t paying attention to her anymore, she turned around and her smile grew even larger. “Oh, I see. Well, I’m going to leave you two some space, but don’t think you got out of explaining yourself Myers” she said jokingly and patted her friend’s shoulder. Before walking off, she threw a last smile towards the older actress, and whispered; “Go get her.”

Emma blinked in confusion a few times at the departing Jenna, but as you got closer she shifted her attention towards you. Suddenly, she became hyper aware of her surroundings; of how chilly the air was, how the gathering dark veil clouded the sky. Of how gorgeous you were.

She just stood there, rooted to the ground, speechless and gaping as you quickly got closer. Her back was against her trailer door, and the thought of reaching for the doorknob crossed her mind, but she was frozen in place.

“Emma” you said quietly, as if not believing the word that left your mouth.

“Y/N” Emma said again in a similar tone.

“I-“ you started shy, and unsure. “I wanted to apologize.”

Emma couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “For what?”

“For being too much, for dumping all my mental problems on you, for…” and you just started ranting about all that you’ve done while pacing up and down before her. Emma disagreed with all your statements. You were never too much, your problems never bothered her. She was sure the rest was nonsense as well, but she couldn’t comprehend the words coming out of you. It got all faint as she took in your presence again, felt your smell again could hear your voice again. You were perfect. How could she have done what she had done? It all seemed so pointless, so stupid. How could she be so stupid?

She mindlessly grabbed your arm and stopped you in your tracks. You immediately shut up and looked at her, eyes full of hope and curiosity. Emma opened her mouth, then shut it. No words seemed good enough, worthy enough of you. As she was searching for words, her eyes locked with yours, and her breath caught in her throat. She felt she could spend all her life looking into the depths of them. She wouldn’t mind getting lost in them for all eternity if it would mean you were close to her.

“I’m falling for you.” There it was. She broke. When she recognized what she’d done, it was already too late. She said it out loud. Then she realised how close you were, your face only inches away from hers. “You have nothing to apologize for. I was the fool, I-“

Your lips shut her up. They were so soft, so perfect. More than what she could ever dream for. They tasted like cherry, a taste she could feel herself become addicted to. Her hands drew you closer, pressing your body against hers. The world seemed to disappear between the two of you as you lost yourselves in one-another. Nothing mattered. Just you, moving against her, movements fully synchronized.

“I’m falling for you too” you said and chuckled once you needed to come up for air. Your foreheads were pressed against each other, her hands caressing your cheek. “Damn it! I should have confessed before you.”

“Just shut up and kiss me again” Emma breathed out chuckling as well.

The kiss was interrupted by Jasmin’s voice from next to you. “If you lovebirds are done peppering, we have a smaller party today!” she said.

“Jesus don’t do that ever again!” Emma exclaimed. “You’re the worst.”

“You love me for it!” she grinned deviously. “Now chop-chop! Oh, I will also need the two of you to do that again before everyone.”

“Why’s that?” you asked.

“Well, my dear lovely future wife-of-my-bestie, I have to prove somehow, that half the cast owes me money, don’t I?”

“You betted on us?”

“Since dawn of time! Gawd, if I don’t send Y/N after Jenna, I would have slipped out of the time zone!” she then turned around and proceeded towards today’s party location. “I can’t believe I almost lost money because these two blind doves couldn’t find each other. Man, it sure as hell took them long…” her rant went on, but she fortunately got out of hearing distance.

You chuckled in Emma’s arms and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Should we help a fellow friend out?”

“I’m thinking we should let her lose.”

“You think you can stop yourself from kissing me every five minutes from now on?” you asked grinning.

Even though she knew you knew the answer, she replied. “No.”

#emma myers x fem reader #emma myers fanfiction #emma myers #jenna ortega #jasmin savoy brown #emma myers x you #emma myers x reader #sooo #I'm not dead #lol #angsty #fluffy

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ask-co-ler · 1 year ago

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Think you can touch me without killing me? I’m not fully human or fully sock.

#ask blog #onceler askblog #the lorax #the lorax 2023 #onceler fandom #the onceler #co ler #co ler askblog #co-ler #co-ler askblog

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minnielvrr · 1 month ago

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Day 2: Scared

Lee: Felix Ler: Han Word Count: 920

A/N: Love this duo🥰hope you enjoy~🤗💖 (i'm sorry if this is bad, it didn't come out as well as I wanted😣)

Tags: @itzsana-kiddingmenow, @lajanaa, @bbybumblelee, @hearted-anon, @lunalattae,

@reginald-stay09, @jungwon-is-the-one

Watching a horror movie on the one day off he had was not on Felix’s plan. But Hannie had pleaded over and over, promising that ‘it wasn’t so scary’ and whining ‘pleaseeee, don’t you love me Lixie?’ until he caved.

So there they were, curled up in Han’s bed, snacks, sweets, drinks and popcorn scattered over the blankets.

As the movie went on, Han, used to watching horror movies on an almost daily basis, peeked at his cute companion.

Felix looked adorable, lips slightly parted and completely immersed in the story. He watched as the chick shrieked at almost every jump scare, clinging to him and hiding his face in Hannie’s side.

The movie itself was terrifying, despite all the promises Han had made, and by the time it ended, Lix was afraid to even set foot on the floor.

But Han seemed completely unfazed, giggling as he scrolled through reels while Felix ducked deeper under the covers, his trembling hands clutching the blanket tight as if it could shield him from the lingering fear.

“Hannie, can I sleep with you today? Please?” His muffled voice called out. Han agreed, smiling fondly at the lump hiding under the mess of blankets.

“Come here, Lixie. Hyung will protect you,” Han teased, holding his arms out to Felix.

“Hyung?!” The Aussie exclaimed incredulously, falling into Hannie’s arms easily. “You’re mere hours older than me y’know!”

“Older is older.” Han told him, resting his palms over Lix’s sides. The quokka felt Felix tense and shift beneath his touch, making him smirk in amusement.

Perhaps this evening still had more fun waiting for him. Han leaned in, his breath ghosting over Felix's ear, sending a shiver down his spine as he blew playfully.

“Nervous Lixie? You’re squirming around so much. Were you expecting something?” He hummed, the vibrations from his voice tickling Felix’s ear as his fingers skittering up his sides.

“Something like this?” He continued, fingers pressing into his ribs and vibrating. It made the smaller boy flinch and squirm, sweet giggles bubbling to the surface.

“Ahahaha whahat ahahre youhu dohoing?!” Felix whined, pushing at the ace’s chest and almost succeeding in getting away. Almost.

Felix barely got his foot on the floor before Han lunged, tackling him back onto the bed, hands pinned high above his head.

“You’ve gotten stronger baby~ But you’re still far too sensitive to run from me,” Han’s teasing words made him blush.

“You’re one to talk. Let me go and I’ll show you just how tihiHIHIHI— nohohoho!!”

His threat was cut off by some very wiggly fingers at his hips, pressing on some spots and scribbling over others to have Lix boneless and writhing helplessly.

It scattered every retort in the chick’s head until all that was left was a mess of jumbled letters.

He couldn’t even fight against Han’s hold, his hands stretched up and pinned securely, leaving his body taut and vulnerable to Hannie’s nimble fingers.

“Shihihihit Hahahahannihie nohoho!! Ihihit feheheheels weiheherd!!”

“Hm? Don’t you mean it tickles baby? Is this too much for you Lix? Can’t handle just one hand?” He taunted, thumb digging into the center of the chick’s underarm.

Felix’s body jerked uncontrollably, his laughter spilling out in waves as he thrashed under Han’s touch, his face tinted red.

“See how hard hyung is working to protect my baby?” Han cooed, free hand trailing down to circle over the rim of Lixie’s belly button.

First with his fingertips, then his nails, slowly circling closer and closer to the dreaded spot until Felix could barely hold back a scream.

“Your pretty laughs are gonna chase away aaaalll the monsters,” he said in a baby voice, scratching above Lix’s navel and relishing in the squeals he was rewarded with.

“Youhuhu’re lyhyhyhing!” Lix complained, throwing his head back when that earned him a few quick squeezes to his sides.

Lix looked up at him, eyes bright and sparkling and a beautiful smile on his face as Han wiggled his eyebrows at him.

The rosy color of his cheeks deepened, spreading to his neck and ears, making his happiness all the more apparent.

Hannie flashed him a smirk, index finger dipping in once to hear Lix shriek desperately before going back to tracing around the sensitive spot.

He waited till the younger relaxed, tension leaving his muscles as he to dive back in, shaking his finger back and forth.

The poor boy was hysterical, tugging at his arms and flailing wildly when Han kept going.

“Ihihihi cahahan’t, ihihit’s soHOHO BAHAHAD!!” Lix sounded breathless, his loud cackly laughter dying down to giggles when Han relented, moving his hands to trace gently over his sides.

“Fine. I’ll stop if you admit you’re super ticklish. And I want you to say the word,” The quokka proposed, eyes gleaming with laughter when Lix blushed even more.

“Ihihi cahahan’t, plehease Ihihi’ll dohoho anythihing ehelse,” He tried to bargain, only to end up yelping when Han’s hand squeezed warningly at his thighs.

He really would die if Han tickled him there. It was by far one of his worst spots.

He hesitated a moment, eyes shut tight as he giggled out the words.

“Ihihi’m suhuhuper tihihcklish…nohow stohop!” Felix gasped through unrestrained giggles, his face burning with embarrassment as Han grinned in victory.

Han gently brushed the stray strands from the younger’s face, leaning down to press a kiss to Lixie’s forehead before cuddling up to the boy.

The two slowly drifted off into a dreamless sleep, Lixie’s arms wrapped tight around the other.

#kpop tickle #kpop tickling #stray kids tickle #skz tickle #skz #stray kids #minnielvrr™#stray kids fanfic #skz fanfic #lee felix #ler han #sfw tk blog #sfw tk community #sfw twords #sfw tickling community #sfw tickle blog #tktober 2024 #sfw tk blogs #tickletober 2024

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lopsicle · 1 month ago

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A Jester and a Succubus

TickleTober Day 5: Boo!

Summary: Fizzaroli faces some consequences after scaring Verosika.

Characters: Lee! Fizzaroli, Ler Verosika (Strictly Platonic)

Warnings: Alcohol

Sore. Verosika’s body felt sore, her heels felt as if they were fused to her body, her throat was scratchy and hoarse from a long night of singing at Ozzie’s. She didn’t normally get this worn out from performing, she honestly didn’t know where this bothersome exhaustion had spawned from, but she knew how to help it; alcohol. Once she was finally off the clock, she waddled off to the bar, having Wally pour her a glass of Beezle-juice, the sparkling golden liquid practically calling her name in the glass.

Verosika scooped up the drink with her free hand, before slowly limping her way backstage, parting through a violet curtain, the buzzing noise of the restaurant slowly fading from her ears. She sighed in relaxation, taking a step forward and-

“BOO!” The grating of Fizzaroli echoed through the empty lounge-like room, knocking Verosika’s soul out of her body. She bounced back, her heart spiking in her chest as her shirt got a coating of about half a glass of Beezle juice.

“Fizz!” Verosika huffed in irritation, stomping her foot against the ground whilst vaguely gesturing to her damp shirt. Fizzaroli covered his hands with his mouth, shaking with laughter slightly with an apologetic look in his eyes.

“Ohohoh, oh my Satan, I am so sorry, V!” He vocalised through his laughter, meekly trying to help brush out the liquid from Verosika’s clothes by rubbing his hand against it.

“You sure sound sorry,” Verosika rolled her eyes, she wouldn’t have cared this much on any other day, Fizz was a great co-worker and a better friend after all. He had just picked the wrong day to tick her off.

“No-no, I really am,” Fizzaroli swallowed his laughter to sound sincere for a moment. Verosika gived up on trying to clean herself up and soon after, Fizz did as well, having brushed out as much of the alcohol as he could. His tone didn’t seem to do enough to convince Verosika however, no, no, she had a much different idea on how to get him back.

“Oh, your gonna be sorry.” Verosika announced, moving closer to Fizz who simply tilted his head, already giggling nervously at the tone of her voice.

“What’s-what’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, placing a hand on his hip to fake confidence that he absolutely didn’t have right now, especially when he was looking at Verosika’s devilish, violet nails, tapping against her thigh in preparation.

“I think you can work that one out!” Verosika plunged her hands forward suddenly, catching Fizz as he attempted to bounce back. She squeezed his hips, letting her palms vibrate against the poor clown who was writhing intensely in her hold, seemingly a big squirmer.

“W-wahahait, V, this ihihisn’t fahahair!!” Fizzaroli immediately complained, tickling wasn’t a foreign subject to the two friends but between the two of them, it was almost always Verosika who had the upper hand in these sensations. Feeling her nails skid across Fizz’s hips was already making the stress inside of her crumble and melt away, a little grin appeared on her face as she kept going.

“No, no, your the one who scared me and made me spill my drink on myself so, your the one whose gonna have the hell tickled out of them!” Gently but quickly, Verosika lowered Fizz into the ground so that he’d be laying on his back before straddling his thighs, with Fizz not making much of an effort to fight back against this.

“Y-you spihihlled the drink so…m-mahahaybe it’s your fault!” He huffed, turning his head away from her as the pink rising to his cheeks was abundantly clear at the moment. Verosika let out a fake, offended gasp.

“Oh, your really asking for it now, huh? Alright then, here comes the tickle monster!” Verosika cooed, earning a flustered whine from Fizz at the childish tease. Her slender nails began skittering across his tummy, as he wriggled all about underneath her, though it was more playful as he didn’t want to accidentally hurt her with his prosthetics.

“Dohohon’t-nohohoho, dohohohon’t talk to meheheh like thahahat!” Fizz bleated, clenching his hands together, feeling his arms naturally twist themselves into knots, feeling like he had to move his body even just a little or else he’d die right here from Verosika’s tickling.

“I’ll do whatever I want, what are you gonna do about it, hm?” She challenged him, and got no response but laughter. She smirked with prideful pleasure and kept working on Fizzaroli’s tummy, randomly switching up from going up and down to side to side, leaving Fizz with no way of telling where those evil nails of hers would trail to next, shrieking at the top of his hoarse lungs whenever they moved unexpectedly.

“Vehehehehe!! I-it was juhuhust an ahahaccident, Ihihih’m sorry!” Fizz squeaked out, clutching onto the edges of his jester hat and pulling it down over his face, only occasionally peeking out with widened eyes at his assailant, shivering ever so slightly.

“Hmmm,” Verosika began tapping her nails along Fizz’s waistline as she pretended to think about his apology, before digging her nails into his tummy and wriggling then about.

“Sorry’s a good start, darling, but you’ve been acting like a total brat this whole time!”

Fizz shrieked, pounding his hands and feet against the floor as loud, crackly laughter filled the room. He shook his head frantically from side to side, spluttering as that violet shade on his cheeks darkened to a crimson.

“NOHOHOHO, I HAHAHAVEN’T, IHIHI’M SOHOHOHORRY!!” Verosika just sighed and tutted at that, shaking her head lightly, adoring tickling the poor jester to bits. She’d long cared about losing her drink and even the stressful night she’d had, simply enjoying wrecking her friend.

“Mhmmm, you are, your a total attention seeker! You make it soooo obvious how much you just want anyone to tickle you!” Verosika said the quiet part out loud, already having noted that Fizz doesn’t pull his attention seeking stunts like this unless he wanted something. And given that he was still here, laughing line mad beneath her, she figured she got him right on the money.

“I-I-EEEEK, NOHO, NO. NOHOHO, YOHOHOU LIAHAHAHR, I DOHOHN’T!!” Fizz yelled in an embarrassed whine, thrashing all about beneath Verosika, while his blush revealed his obvious feelings. She began tracing and scratching up and down his sides; Fizzaroli felt like he was going a little bit more crazy each time he felt her nails along his skin.

“And now your calling me a liar? You really are a total, ticklish brat!” It seemed like everything Fizzaroli did was just making his situation even worse, or better. Verosika recognised how much he wanted to be wrecked right now and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t help him out there.

“SHUHUHUHUT UHUHP!! I-I’VE JUHUST HAD A LOHOHONG NIGHT!!” Fizz screamed. Ah, so that’s why he was extra needy tonight, Verosika thought. She smiled softly, the sharp, tingly touch of her nails faded from his body, replaced by her soft fingertips instead.

“Same actually,” she admitted. Fizzaroli had no idea how she managed to seamlessly switch between playful teasing and genuine emotion, just that he admired it. “This is the best I’ve felt all night, and I’m pretty sure it’s the best you’ve felt too! But, that doesn’t mean you have to pull stunts just to get my attention, mkay?”

Fizz liked to believe he was keeping his composure to be respectful for his friend, but he was giggling his head off from the gently tickles. Slowly, he looked up at her, fixing up his hat neatly, a total contrast to his messy outfit, smiling eyes and flustered lips.

“I-I knohow! It’s just…hard,” Fizz managed to keep eye contact with her, by some strength he didn’t know he had. He witnessed Verosika’s eyes change to a light sympathy, barely even focusing on tracing her finger around his naval anymore.

“Mhm, I believe that. But I’m always here for you. You know that, right? I want you to know that.” Verosika requested, to which Fizz broke out in a doting smile, eyes practically sparkling.

“I know that. Th-thahahanks, V.”

“Yeah, don’t sweat it, really. Ready for some more?”

#sfw tickling community #tickle fic #tickle content #sfw tickle #tickletober #tickletober 2024 #augtickletober2024 #lee fizzaroli #ler verosika #helluva boss tickle

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widowsistersandfriends · 3 months ago

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Don't Speak

Summary: Reader gets caught drinking underage by a cop who happens to be a familiar face. Reader pays the price in a different way... (lee!reader x ler!Gal Gadot)

Word Count: 2372

Warnings: This fic is NSFW and there is tickling, sex, cops, bondage and swearing, so if any of this bothers you please do not read. Thank you!

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You were starring in a new movie and were currently hanging out with your co-stars. They were all older than you and loved to go out drinking. Feeling pressured to fit it and bond with them, you had gotten a fake ID to sneak into bars with them. Luckily for you, most bartenders accepted it without a second thought and you were free to drink and get wasted with your friends.

Tonight you guys had chosen to go to a bar in one of the most popular places in Los Angeles. Many celebrities came to this bar, so it was no surprise when you saw famous actors and actresses huddled inside.

You showed your ID to the bartender and you were served a drink. You started off with a fruity cocktail, wanting to slowly get into it before hitting the hard stuff.

You were just about to order your third drink, when suddenly a cop burst into the bar.

You turned in surprise and saw a familiar face.

“Gal?” You asked in surprise.

“That’s officer Gadot to you, young lady,” the officer said to you.

“I’ve literally done a movie with you before! When did you become a cop?” You questioned.

“Ever since I knew about people causing trouble, like you,” Gal said flatly.

“Well, I promise you I’m not causing any trouble,” you said, your speech slightly slurring.

“You’ve been drinking,” Gal commented.

You nodded, a smile growing on your face as you did a scan of how she looked in her uniform.

“How old were you when we filmed the movie?” Gal questioned, moving closer to you.

“Just a little 20 year old,” you answered, taking another sip of your drink.

“And how long ago did we film that?” She asked, setting your drink down.

“5 months ago?” You answered.

“So that means you’re still 20,” Gal said, swiping your fake ID before you could grab it.

“Y/N, I know you like the back of my hand. I know this isn’t your real name or ID. You’re underage drinking. You’re coming with me,” Gal growled, handcuffing you quickly.

“Wait! I can explain!” You pleaded.

“Hey, that's our friend!” your co-stars said.

“Your co-star broke the law,” Gal said matter-of-factly. With that, she guided you outside to her cop car.

“Thanks for ruining my night,” you grumbled, attempting to pull away from her with your hands behind your back.

She put a firm grip on your shoulder, turning you to face her.

“What was that?” Gal asked, raising her eyebrow.

“I said—Ah! Stahahap!” You giggled out, as Gal reached out to tickle your side.

“Don’t speak,” Gal demanded, putting you in the backseat of the car.

After driving for a while, you started to feel worried. The last thing you needed on your record was that you were a criminal and were sentenced to prison. However, something felt off, much different than your typical arrest of a criminal.

“Where are you taking me?” You asked quietly.

“I said don’t speak,” Gal reminded you, reaching back to squeeze your knee rapidly.

You let out a squeal kicking and squirming as much as you could, which wasn’t much.

“Don’t make me tape your mouth shut,” she threatened, as you continued to scream with laughter. She eventually stopped tickling your knees, leaving you panting and in disbelief. There were so many things you wanted to say and so many questions to ask, but you were afraid of getting tickled again.

Right on cue, as if she were reading your mind, she began to speak.

“I bet you have so many questions,” she said, glancing up at you in the rearview mirror with a smirk. You blushed, looking away quickly.

“I don’t bite remember?” Gal cooed, as you now felt really nervous. You had worked on a movie with her and had become really close, but now you felt as if you were meeting for the first time.

“Awww come on, don’t get shy on me now,” Gal teased, goading you to speak so she could tickle you again.

You rolled your eyes, and looked out the window when you felt the car slow. You felt your heart beat rapidly, as the place looked like an abandoned dungeon.

Gal opened up the backseat door, gently pulling you out.

“Follow me you little delinquent,” Gal ordered, leading you to the creepy door. She pushed the door open. It was dark when you entered, but your eyes quickly adjusted to the lack of light. The room was wooden and bare besides a table and a chair.

“Pick one,” Gal demanded, taking your handcuffs off. You sighed in relief.

You gave her a questioning look.

“Which one do you want to suffer in first?” Gal clarified.

You pointed at the chair.

“I was hoping you’d pick that one first,” Gal said evilly.

“You can speak now. But just so you know, if you say something I don’t like, I’m taping your mouth,” Gal warned.

You sat in the chair, as she tied your hands together behind the chair. She also tied your feet together, so you were unable to move much.

“I thought we were friends,” you whined, tugging at the restraints.

“Just friends?” Gal asked, tilting her head slightly and eyeing you closely. You bit your lip and looked away.

“That’s what I thought.”

“Normally when people do illegal things or crimes, they’re sent straight to jail and have to go through all these lengthy processes to get out. But like I said, you’re more than a friend, so I’m gonna give you the easy way out. I’m not putting you behind bars, and I’m not hurting you in any way,” Gal reassured you, as you felt your heart skip a beat when her accent became thick.

You nodded slowly.

“I’m just gonna punish you for drinking illegally and then you’ll be free,” Gal said, smiling and revealing a set of pearly whites that popped out in comparison to her bold red lipstick.

She slowly walked over to you, placing her hand on your neck.

“Long time no see, friend,” Gal whispered in your ear, making you flinch as she dragged a nail on your neck. You scrunched up, holding your squeal in.

“You like that?” She asked.

You shook your head, as she began to squeeze your neck, making you burst into giggles.

“Gahahal knohohock ihihit ohohoff,” you giggled, trying your best to avoid her hands.

“But you’re so cute when you giggle,” Gal said, pouting slightly. She began to use her sharp nails over your shoulders, and you cursed yourself for wearing a sleeveless crop top.

“AHAHAHA WAHAHAIT GAL STAHAHAHAP NOHOT THEHERE,” you screamed, bucking against the restraints. You twisted every which way and scrunched up, but it was no use. Your sensitive skin was at her mercy to tickle.

“IHIHI NEHEED A BREHEHEAK!” You shouted, as she stopped tormenting your upper back and neck area.

“Oh fuck that was horrible,” you said, out of breath.

“Oh you’ll love the next part even more,” Gal said, giving you a wink. With that, she pulled an electric toothbrush out of her pocket.

“Remember this? Your favorite?”

“NO! DON’T!” You shouted, as she stuck the toothbrush into your belly button, causing you to immediately hunch over to protect your sensitive little hole.

“Ah ah ah, you’re not protecting shit,” Gal said, using her other hand to push your shoulder back, leaving your belly button sticking out for her to torment.

“STAHAHAHAP PLEHEHEASE IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES SO BAHAHAD,” you cried out, continuing to buck forward, trying anything you could to escape the torture.

“Maybe you’ll think twice before breaking the law hmm?” Gal said, laughing at your current state.

“I WIHILL JUST STAHAHAHAP,” you laughed in ticklish agony.

She gave you a short break, pulling out some duct tape from her pocket. She taped the toothbrush to your belly button but didn’t turn it on yet. She sauntered over and sat down in your lap, causing you to get nervous.

She didn’t say a word. All she did was smirk and reach down to tickle up and down your sides and ribs.

“HAHAHAHAHAHA FUHUUCK YOHOHOU,” you squealed out. Clearly she didn’t like what you had said, so she quickly turned the toothbrush on, while continuing to tickle your sides.

“AH STAHAHAP OKAHAHAY PLEHEHEASE,” you laughed hysterically, unable to handle all the sensations at once.

“I bet you’re wishing that you hadn’t worn a crop top huh?” Gal teased, now moving her hands up to tickle your uppermost ribs, right below your boobs.

You gasped and sputtered, unable to react properly to the overwhelming sensation. You fell into silent laughter, as you bucked against her. She showed no mercy, continuing to scratch over your sensitive upper ribs.

“GAH RED RED RED!” You quickly shouted, as she immediately stopped tickling you.

“You’re way more ticklish than I remembered,” Gal said, absentmindedly tracing her finger up your side.

“Please, just let me go. I’ve learned my lesson,” you pleaded.

“Let you go? We’re just getting started,” Gal remarked, as your eyes widened.

She bent over now to tickle your bare feet. You were slumped over from exhaustion, but jolted upright as the sensation shocked your body.

“I SWEHEHEAR I WIHIHILL END YOHOHOU,” you threatened through your laughter.

“Oh yeah? How are you gonna do that when you’re all tied up like this?” Gal asked, now tickling the tops of your feet, making you screech and beg.

“Oh I like that reaction,” Gal commented.

“You’re being upgraded to platinum status,” Gal said, untying you from the chair and leading you over to the bed.

“I thought you were done with me,” you complained.

“Not quite,” Gal said, tying you eagle spread onto the bed.

You knew at this point that folding over and letting her torture you wasn’t working. You were embarrassed at how easily she was overpowering you. You were gonna fight back.

Gal eyed you hungrily, ready to attack your exposed armpits.

“Ready?” Gal asked, flexing her fingers.

“Tickle me Gal. Tickle me until I just can’t take it anymore,” you said smugly and confidently, grinning as you saw her blush a little. It was rare for her to get flustered, so this was a win in your book.

“That’s what I plan on doing you brat. And because you gave me lip, I’m gonna make this hell for you,” Gal said, bringing out the baby oil.

Your eyes widened as she poured it onto her hands. Normally you would beg for her to not tickle you, but this time was different.

“Go ahead, oil me up. I’m yours for the night,” you said, throwing her a wink of your own.

Gal narrowed her eyes, catching on to your tactics.

“You’re gonna eat your words,” Gal said, rubbing the oil onto your armpits, making you squirm already.

“Just rubbing is enough to tickle you huh?” Gal said, as you struggled to not giggle.

With that, she scratched away at your sensitive armpits, causing you to scream and buck against her.

“HAHAHAHAH AHAHASSHOLE,” you shouted, as a mischievous grin grew on her face.

“Where’s that mouthy sub huh? Where’d she go?” Gal asked, drilling her thumbs in and making you scream.

You were laughing too much to say anything, and anytime you tried to talk, she would tickle you harder to cut you off.

“I said don’t speak Y/N,” she commanded.

She finally had mercy on your armpits after she felt you had suffered enough.

“Go tickle my feet, you little bitch. Maybe you can get me to cum,” you said, as she smirked down at you.

“Is that a challenge?”

“Are you too scared? Think you can’t get me to cum?” You asked cockily.

“Oh you little shit,” Gal said, oiling your feet up and taking out the hairbrush.

“Oh…fuck,” you said, faltering now.

“Oh fuck is right you little whore, ” Gal growled, as she scrubbed two hairbrushes over your slick soles.

“AHHH AHAHAH OKAHAY IHIHITS TOO MUCH STAHAHAP,” you begged, feeling like you were being electrocuted.

“Oh no, you put yourself in this situation. You’re gonna pay the price,” Gal said, now taking her nails over your soles, making your laughter go up a whole new octave.

She noticed that your laughter was fading out and that it was turning into whimpering and moaning.

“Are you close?” Gal asked smugly.

“N-nohoho,” you barely got out.

“Can I test that theory?” Gal asked, still running her nails over your feet.

“You can try, but you won’t get anything,” you stammered out.

“Oh really?” Gal asked, reaching over with one hand to finger you. A loud moan escaped you, as she continued to finger you harder. Boy was she right. You were close. Within another minute you were finishing and cumming hard, moaning and flopping around on the bed. Just when you thought the orgasm was over, a new one would begin and drive you crazy again.

“GAL! You shouted, tapping the bed to show you were surrendering.

“What was that? All that trash talk for this?” Gal teased, as you were recovering. You were too out of breath to respond.

“You lost, Y/N. Do I get my subby lee back?” Gal asked.

“I’m not your subby lee,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Do I have to find her again?” Gal asked, moving up to sit on your stomach. She leaned down to kiss you passionately, and you returned it eagerly. However, you snorted when she began to tickle your armpits again, making you squeal and giggle.

“GAHAHAL NOHOHOHO ENOHOUGH,” you squealed.

“Awww there’s the subby lee,” Gal cooed, blowing a raspberry for good measure.

“Have you learned your lesson?” Gal asked. You completely blanked, forgetting why you were even here in the first place.

“Yes,” you sighed with an eye roll.

“Will you be mine?” Gal asked sweetly.

“Is this what this was? You couldn’t have just asked me out normally?” You asked playfully.

“Hey if you want a grand person you gotta do a grand gesture,” Gal responded.

She untied you and gave you another kiss.

“Wait a minute…are you even a cop?” You asked suspiciously.

“I have the right to remain silent,” Gal said, giggling hysterically.

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things that hurt enough to - with Liam Payne and special guest Sam Winchester

Situação: traição!namorado!Liam Payne x Leitora

Contagem de palavras: 3172

Sinopse: Após enfrentar a dor pela segunda vez, S/N recebe ajuda e conselhos de uma pessoa especial.

N/A: Pois é, trouxe dois mundos TOTALMENTE diferentes pra cá KKKKKKK não me matem!!! Fazem duas semanas que tô viciada em Supernatural, então quis trazer o meu vício pra cá também. Eu gostei bastante de escrever imagines com mais personagens, como foi o último com o Zayn e Harry, então dessa vez quis trazer algo um pouquinho diferente da proposta do blog, com um personagem que não é um doa meninos. Estou com umas ideias de trazer histórias que saiam um pouco da minha zona de conforto e essa será uma experiência hahaha. Espero que gostem da leitura e me digam o que acharam desse novo formato. Caso gostem, posso fazer mais :)

Eu havia acordado mas meus olhos ainda estavam fechados. A sensação de tontura iniciou assim que tomei a consciência da realidade e provavelmente do que rolou na noite passada.

O rombo em meu peito pareceu abrir novamente, quando meu cérebro fez questão de passar, em 4K, as cenas que meus olhos gravaram quando peguei o flagrante de Liam com a amante de anos, a mesma que um dia encontrei enviando mensagem bem intimas no para ele.

Flashback On*

Um ano atrás

Bettany: Oi querido, estou com tanta saudade.. Sei que nos vimos ontem, mas eu queria te ter hoje comigo também. É possível?

Minha alma saiu do corpo no instante que a notificação apareceu no celular de Liam, o qual eu usava para ler a receita do bolo que preparava para o seu aniversário, já que o meu estava sem bateria.

Fiquei por bons minutos em completo choque, sem mexer um único músculo, sem nem mesmo piscar. Meu mundo de fato se abriu e eu caía em queda livre. Minha barriga formigava, meu estômago revirou e minhas pernas bambearam.

Depois da notificação minha curiosidade não foi controlada e minha mente paranoica pirou por mais informações. Não demorou muito para abrir o aplicativo de mensagem, e na área de arquivadas pude ler o que eu nunca gostaria ter visto. Declarações, fotos, presentes, e meu nome no meio das tantas mentiras que ele um dia me contou.

As lágrimas nos meus olhos ultrapassaram o limite e começaram a cair pela bochecha sem eu nem ter notado que estava chorando. Era uma dor profunda que nunca imaginei passar.

Liam estava no banho. Não sabia que eu havia descoberto seu joguinho sujo. E quando ele saiu, eu ainda interpretei o papel de esposa para que ele caísse bem na minha frente.

- O cheiro está maravilhoso! - escutei sua voz atrás de mim, logo após sentir suas mãos abraçando-me por trás e um beijo molhado ser depositado na lateral do meu pescoço. Engoli o choro em seco e sorri fraco, dando um selinho nele quando me verei e vi seu rosto com os olhos fixado nos meus e um sorriso simples nos lábios, que ontem beijaram outra.

- Infelizmente só poderemos provar amanhã.

- Bom, meia noite já é meu aniversário! - fingi uma risada e voltei a lavar a louça. Liam foi à procura do seu celular, bloqueado na bancada, e o deixei sozinho por um tempo, indo tomar um banho para que pudesse digerir tudo e me preparar para o que estava por vir. - Amor, já desliguei o forno, tudo bem?

- Obrigada.. - sorri de forma amigável quando saí do banheiro da suíte e percebi que ele estava se arrumando. Muito bem arrumado por sinal. - Nós vamos sair?

- Acredita que os meninos prepararam uma social para os mais chegados para comemorar meu aniversário na casa do Louis?

- Jura? E a Bettany vai estar lá? - a feição dele se apagando e o desespero surgindo apenas deixou claro o quão verdadeira era aquela situação.

- Bettany? - se fez de desentendido.

- É, a sua amante. Esteve com ela ontem à noite, não foi? - Payne percebeu o que estava rolando e pelos meus olhos marejados ele não tentou esconder mais nada. O arrependimento bateu quase que de forma instantânea. - Pela última mensagem ela parece estar com bastante saudade, mesmo passando o dia inteiro com você. Ela ficou contigo no hospital enquanto você tomava soro porque teve desidratação por conta de comida estragada? - essa foi a desculpa que ele me deu quando perguntei aonde ele estava ontem, em pleno sábado, sem olhar o celular o dia inteiro.

- Amor, eu posso te explicar..

Flashback Off*

Imediatamente a tristeza invadiu cada pedacinho meu quando tudo veio a tona como um peso de uma tonelada nas minhas costas. Passar pela mesma situação duas vezes era pior do que a primeira.

Infelizmente os detalhes da briga e dos amassos, que tive a infelicidade de presenciar, na cama redonda do quarto vermelho com espelho no teto eu me lembrava. Porém, possivelmente por conta de todas as circunstâncias, eu sequer sabia como havia chego em casa.

Depois de um longo respiro abri os olhos e logo me assustei. Aquele quarto azul não era meu. E eu bem sabia de quem era.

Imediatamente pulei da cama com lençóis cinzas e notei que a porta estava entre aberta. Quando me levantei percebi que a roupa que usava também não era minha. Apesar das peças serem femininas, eu nunca fui fã de rosa choque, e aquela camiseta cheia de flores cor de rosa, além de ser grande demais para mim, não fazia o meu estilo. Eu estava realmente muito confusa com tudo aquilo, sendo perceptível a sensação em meu rosto, que a pessoa, dona do quarto e de todo resto notou assim que me viu na cozinha.

- Parece assustada. - calmo como sempre, o moreno riu enquanto colocava um prato com ovos mexidos na pequena mesa de madeira de quatro lugares, posta com um belo café da manhã. - Precisa de alguma coisa?

- Respostas. - novamente ele riu e puxou a cadeira para que eu me sentasse enquanto gentilmente me servia uma xícara de café. - Como eu vim parar aqui?

- Você me ligou. - meu corpo travou. Eu não falava com Sam há meses.

- Eu..o quê?

- Pois é, nem eu acreditei.

- E por que atendeu?

- Porque eu tenho sexto sentido.

- Até parece. - revirei os olhos e ele lançou um sorrisinho antes de levar uma colher cheia de cereal para a boca. Bizarramente encantador eu diria.

- E porque foi incomum você me ligar. Fiquei preocupado. - acatei a resposta.

- Como eu estava?

- Bêbada. - admitiu dando um riso falho

- e eu escondi a face com as mãos. - E sem suas chaves.

- Merda.. - dessa parte eu lembrava.

Flashback On*

- S/A, por favor, vamos conversar. - Liam segurava meu braço, puxando-me para perto da saída daquele quarto de motel.

- Por acaso está escrito idiota na minha testa, Liam? - meu grito continha uma mistura de dor e raiva, e eu simplesmente o empurrei para longe quando percebi o que ele estava tentando fazer. - Você mentiu pra mim! Você escolheu me trair de novo! Porque se fosse a primeira, eu encararia como erro, assim como eu encarei ano passado. Agora pela segunda vez? Aí você perdeu completamente o pouco de juízo que ainda lhe resta. Se é que existe algum dentro de você!

- Eu bebi demais noite passada, e vim parar aqui. - ele falava baixo, provavelmente para que a amante fugitiva no banheiro não escutasse.

- Que justificativa patética!

- Nós brigamos, tá legal? Eu perdi a cabeça!

- E daí? - surtei como nunca antes. - Toda vez que nós brigamos foi uma prerrogativa para você agarrar alguma vadia por aí? Suas desculpas são rídiculas, assim como você! - o controle do choro foi por água à baixo e caí em lágrimas infinitas. - Você me prometeu, porra!

- Amor.. - tentou aproximar-se de mim mas eu desviei.

- Não! - esbravejei chorando. - Não ouse me chamar assim e nem mesmo me tocar!

- Eu não quis estragar tudo de novo, eu juro!

- Pois bem, você estragou. - limpei meu rosto, tentando manter a pouca postura que me restava. - E dessa vez não tem conserto. - mantendo a pose mais durona que consegui, fuzilei Payne com meus olhos e abri a porta do motel mais luxuoso do bairro. - Te dou uma hora para tirar literalmente tudo que tem seu dentro do meu apartamento. - joguei as chaves de casa no peito dele. - Deixe a chave com o porteiro e suma da minha vida, ouviu bem?

Flashback Off*

Sam era a pior pessoa para eu estar naquele momento, mas como o destino gostava de brincar comigo, obviamente ele seria a pessoa que eu precisaria. E eu precisei mesmo.

- Depois que você me ligou, fui te buscar no bar do Johnny, ao lado do shopping, e te trouxe pra cá.

- Por que não me deixou em casa?

- Você pediu para não te levar lá.

- Pedi?

- Implorou na verdade.

- E meu carro?

- Pedi ao Johnny que deixasse na garrarem da casa dele.

- Meu Deus do céu. -o suspiro veio como uma forma de dizer ‘minha vida acabou’. - Tá, e por que eu estou com as roupas da sua ex?

- Eram as únicas que eu tinha aqui.

- Onde estão as minhas?

- Na secadora. - franzi o cenho. - Eu coloquei para lavar depois que você vomitou.

- Fica cada vez pior. - levei minhas mais até a testa. Eu queria me esconder em um buraco e nunca mais sair.

- Você não lembra de nada?

- Pouca coisa. - cocei a cabeça.

- Lembra do que aconteceu depois do banho?

- Não.. - respondi aprensiva. Tudo o que eu menos queria era ter feito algo com Sam que não me lembrasse.

- Relaxa, não foi nada sério.

- E o que foi?

Flashback On*

- Já terminou? - escutei a voz de Sam quando desliguei o chuveiro, do outro lado da porta.

- Eu preciso de uma toalha. - a tontura e visão embaçada estavam deixando meus olhos, mas ainda sentia a sensação do álcool dentro de mim.

- Deixei uma em cima da privada, junto com uma camiseta e um shorts que encontrei aqui. - me vesti com certa dificuldade, abaixei um pouco a cabeça e enrolei a toalha em meu cabelo molhado, sendo uma má ideia quando retornei a posição original e vi tudo girar novamente.

- Tá tudo bem aí?

- Não muito. - falei de olhos fechados e segundos depois sinto alguém me tocar delicadamente.

- Vem, eu te ajudo. - Sam me guiou para fora do banheiro até sua cama, sentando-me na beira dela.

- Valeu.

- Está melhor?

- Não.

- Precisa de um remédio? Água?

- Não. - respondi rindo. - Preciso de um abraço. - minha voz saiu chorosa. Sam me olhou com pena e deu uma espécie de sorriso de canto, sentando do meu lado e me puxando para um abraço. Eu agarrei com força seu troco e molhei sua camiseta com algumas lágrimas enquanto ele acariciava minhas costas, como forma de consolo.

- Sinto muito mesmo, S/A.

- Eu não merecia isso.

- É claro que não.

- Como eu pude ser tão idiota?

- Ei, você não tem culpa. - ele afastou levemente seu corpo do meu para olhar em meus olhos, e limpar meu rosto molhado com os polegares.

- Claro que tenho! Eu perdoei ele a primeira vez.. eu.. eu deveria ter te escutado.

- Você fez isso porque tem um bom coração.

- E agora o meu coração está partido. - comentei cabisbaixa. - Tá doendo tanto, Sam.. e eu sei que dói assim porque eu ainda amo aquele infeliz! - O moreno ficou em silêncio e permanecemos assim, abraçados e quietos até minha mente divagar para a última vez que estivemos juntos.

…

- Você o quê? - Sam questionou incrédulo quando mencionei que havia reatado com Liam.

- Ficar sem ele durante essa semana foi insustentável.

- Foi apenas uma semana, S/N! Pelo amor de Deus. Você não vai sarar suas feridas em tão pouco tempo. Ainda mais uma desse tamanho! Você fez a pior escolha!

- Ei, desde quando você sabe o que é melhor para a minha vida?

- Eu não sei.

- E que julgamento é esse? Você deveria me apoiar.

- Te apoiar? Como vou te apoiar em algo que não vai te fazer bem?

- O Liam me faz muito bem!

- Ah é? Você gosta de ser traída, então?Não receber o amor que merece? Porque foi isso que ele te deu de presente.

- Qual é a sua, Sam? Eu vim aqui te dizer que estou bem e você me recebe desse jeito?

- Você está cega em confiar nesse cara de novo.

- A verdade é que você nunca gostou dele.

- A minha relação com ele não cabe agora.

- Cabe perfeitamente! É por isso que não aceita que eu e ele somos um casal novamente.

- Eu estou apenas preocupado com o que ele pode fazer com você.

- Eu agradeço a preocupação, mas eu vou ficar bem.

- Vai ficar bem se ele trair de novo?

- Cala a boca!

- Você sabe que não vai conseguir confiar nele de novo. E isso só vai piorar as coisas. Toda vez que Liam sair sozinho, você vai ficar paranoica, a relação de vocês não será a mesma nunca mais.

- Seu irmão tem razão. Você deveria seguir em frente de uma vez por toda e procurar uma namorada para parar de cuidar do relacionamento dos outros!

….

- Me desculpe, Sam.. - resmunguei e ele me encarou confuso.

- Pelo o que exatamente?

- Por tudo, especialmente por estar aqui, te enchendo com meu drama depois da nossa briga. Inclusive mil perdões por tudo o que eu falei. Não deveria ter mencionado seu problema com relacionamento, nem nada do que rolou.

- Eu já te perdoei por isso, S/A. Tá tudo bem, OK? - observei detalhadamente seus lindos olhos e assenti, ainda abraçada a ele. - Agora descanse, tá legal? Você teve uma noite difícil.

- Você é incrível, sabia? - eu estava carente, isso era fato. E ao lado de um homem como o Sam, sensível, fofo, respeitoso, carinhoso e atraente, o sentimento triplicou.

- Obrigado, eu acho. - o moreno sorriu e afastou seu corpo do meu para que eu pudesse deitar na cama.

- Por que você e eu não demos certo, hein? - era para ter sido apenas um pensamento, mas aparentemente eu disse isso com todas as letras.

- OK, você ainda está bêbada. - uma risada envergonhada saiu de sua garganta quando ele se levantou. - Amanhã nos conversamos sobre isso.

- Eu te amei de verdade, sabe disso, não é? - apesar do meu estado, minha sinceridade era real e eu demonstrei a ele quando olhei fixamente em seus olhos. Pude observar o rapaz travar por meros segundos e sair da situação constrangedora que criei, dando-me um beijinho na testa e acariciando minha cabeça antes de sair do quarto.

- Durma bem, querida.

Flashback Off*

A medida que Sam foi contando, as memórias foram se estabilizando e eu lembrei de boa parte do que aconteceu.

- Eu não te beijei, né?

- Não. - o rapaz riu envergonhado. - E eu dormi no sofá, para sanar todas as suas dúvidas. - dessa vez fui eu quem soltei uma risadinha.

- Desculpe por isso. Por tudo na verdade.

- Tá tudo bem.

- Claro que não está. A ultima vez que nos vimos foi há um ano, e nós brigamos. Brigamos feio ainda por cima. - a situação era realmente chata. - Eu não tinha o direito de te ligar pedindo ajuda sobre o assunto que nos afastou, e muito menos dormir na sua casa, usando as roupas da Jessica. - neguei com a cabeça a situação a qual estava inserida. Sério, que vergonha.

- Para, você me conhece. Não sou de rejeitar ninguém. Ainda mais quando a pessoa faz parte da minha vida.

- Você e seu lindo e bondoso coração. - Sam sorriu sem graça. Engraçado como desde pequeno ele foi assim. - Enfim, me desculpa mesmo.

- Não foi nada, já te disse.

- Tô pedindo desculpas também por não ter te ouvido.

- Eu não sou seu pai, S/A.

- Mas você viu o que eu me recusava a enxergar. E sempre cuidou de mim de um jeito diferente. - juntei minhas mãos nas dele.

- Nós vivemos juntos, sua família foi essencial para mim e para o meu irmão, especialmente nos momentos que meus pais se foram. - eu assenti. Realmente os meninos ficaram perdidos após a morte do John, uns meses depois que eu e Sam brigamos. E com a morte precoce de Mary, mãe dos garotos, eles ficaram bastante tempo lá em casa, isso quando eles não estavam na estrada, desbravando o Estados Unidos com o pai. Tiveram uma infância muito complicada, mas o pouco de paz que tiveram, esses momentos eu pude dividir com eles. - Eu meio que sinto um amor diferente por você, um cuidado de irmão mesmo, sabe? - concordei. - Posso te perguntar uma coisa?

- Claro.

- Aquilo que você disse ontem, sobre a gente não ter dado certo. Você estava sóbria?

- Um pouquinho. - respondi sem graça.

- Então, podemos conversar sobre ou..

- Não sei bem o que podemos conversar sobre.

- É que eu .. sei lá.. Eu tentei fazer a gente dar certo.

- Do seu jeito né. - soltei uma risadinha. - Eu gostei de você antes do Liam, antes de tudo.

- Eu sei disso. E eu também.

- Mas aí veio a Jessica.

- A minha relação com ela surgiu porque você se afastou de mim.

- Depois que minha mãe comentou que nós éramos praticamente irmãos, achei errado ter sentimentos tão fortes por você. - admiti, observando-o dar de ombros e aproximar a cadeira de mim. - Principalmente depois que nos beijamos no seu quarto.

- É, foi estranho.. mas eu gostei.

- Eu tive medo, vergonha, vários sentimentos.

- Mas você gostou? - Sam estava inquieto.

- Sim. - e uma sensação de alivio surgiu em seu rosto quando respondi sua pergunta.

- Todos esses anos eu achei que não.

- As vezes eu duvido muito da sua inteligência.

- Como assim? - questionou dando uma risadinha.

- Como eu poderia não ter gostado se nós ficamos juntos por quase cinco meses?

- OK, talvez eu.. não sei, acho que só queira deixar claro que eu te amei de verdade nesse tempo.

- Mas a questão da Jessica era muito presente ainda, acertei?

- Como sabe?

- Eu te conheço, Sammy. Muito bem por sinal.

- Então você também sabe que depois de tudo que eu passei nos últimos anos, o que eu quero agora é ser feliz com alguém que eu amo de verdade. - sorri fraco e concordei.

- E quem é esse alguém?

- Me diz você.. - nós estávamos muito perto. Perto o bastante para eu escutar a respiração dele e sentir suas mãos tocando a minha lentamente, como se a nossa conexão de anos estivesse se encontrando de novo, mas dessa vez com um toque a mais de sentimento.

- Acho que ainda está muito cedo para eu te responder uma pergunta tão difícil.

- Eu entendo.. - de repente seus toques saíram do meu alcance. - Desculpe se pareceu invasivo da minha parte, não foi minha intenção.

- Sei que não, querido. - incrivelmente fofo, como que pode? - Quero que saiba que ainda tenho sentimentos por você. Mas não quero que fique me esperando. Como disse, você passou por muita coisa, e tem a vida pela frente. Precisa aproveitar. - ele assentiu, um pouco frustrado.

- Sabe S/A, eu senti a pior sensação do mundo quando perdi a Jessica naquela noite. Então eu sei o que você está passando.

- Sam, a minha situação é completamente diferente. O Liam me machucou, e ele está vivo. Não misture as coisas.

- Estou dizendo que eu entendo como é difícil lidar com a frustração de acabar um amor gigante. Não quero que você se feche como eu me fechei.

- Vai ser difícil.

- Mas eu estou aqui para deixar mais fácil. - o sorriso pequeno era sua marca registrada e me desmontava toda vez.

- Você é um doce, sabia?

- Sou? - era até cômico a facilidade em deixá-lo sem graça.

- Uhum.

- Só quero te ver bem. - sentia sinceridade em cada palavra e ação sua. Era perceptível no modo como ele me olhava, de forma profunda que até poderia ler minha alma.

- E eu agradeço por isso, de verdade. Só que tenho muita coisa para processar. Você entende?

- Completamente.

- Obrigada. - Sam concordou com a cabeça e acariciou minha mão antes de deixá-las e levar as suas até seu cabelo.

- Bom.. a gente pode então tomar um café como antigamente?

- Com prazer!

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