#either to keep his lee bound up

[witchy-giggles]

Alright, listen up Nanbaka

You're gonna show me this man

who has a tail

and sharp teeth

who can be super cute when he genuinely smiles

and can be a cute little dork

but also smirks liKE THIS

And gives tHIS COCKY SMIRK WHILE CHAINED UP

And im not supposed to see him as a cocky bratty switch that baits his ler into wrECKING his shit but would also be an EVIL LER that dESTROYS his lee tenfold???

Yeah okay 🙄

[haerni]

COULD’VE BEEN ──── 이희승 . the past is a blur, reality was harsher than it usually is. how deep does one could ever love a person?

. . genre : exes w lingering feelings · fem reader hurt comfort time motifs · word count : 1869 . notes . . im in love with heeseung lately </3

you love lee heeseung—you loved him, you did.

there was no denying it, he was an amazing boyfriend—perfect, even. your break up wasn't something you could call a bad ending, far from it. it was a mutual decision on both of you, it was something you both agreed on despite everything.

three years was all it took, three wonderful years of your life, three of it that you would come to treasure in the years to come. coming to terms of remaining as friends instead of strangers, your friends were even more bewildered. because really, who would still be friends with their ex? who would even want that?

“you still have feelings for him,” sunoo pointed out. “don’t deny it!” he shoots as quickly as you try to open your mouth with a quick retort with the high possibility of denying it, he surmised.

“i don’t have feelings for him, thank you very much.” you dismissed, getting back to what you were doing. “we’re really just friends now, acquaintances if you will.”

he narrows his eyes on you, not believing a word you say, but he lets it go with a puff shaking his head.

“you know what they say about exes staying friends. either you never loved each other at all, or you still have feelings—either way you’re not fooling me.” he says a matter of fact, helping himself in your fridge taking the mint chocolate.

you find your friend’s deduction to be ridiculous.

sometimes you catch yourself thinking of how he's doing. is he eating well? still staying up late until dawn because of his games? winning his league games? a small smile makes its way to your face at the same memories you share, somehow a bittersweet taste comes with it, yet it's still tucked away somewhere where your other moments lie, shaking your head away from it as quickly as it came. letting the thought simmer away to the backs of your mind.

lee heeseung was a fond memory you keep, but nonetheless he was just a memory still.

love was something you held for lee heeseung before, you don't really know what to call it now. maybe you wouldn't love someone for a long time as you have loved lee heeseung.

after all, what you knew as your greatest love was too great to be forgotten at all.

—

love was bound to find its way to you again, heeseung thinks.

you were like a force of nature that comes like you belong to everything, to every good little thing heeseung can ever name of. like everything was made to be the way it is just for you

—and somehow he also used to believe he was also made just for you.

that was before the fallout. now he believes that maybe after pining over you for many years and being your friend just the same, maybe this was where he should've always been. not to hold you like lovers do, not to kiss you as much as a friendship does not require, and definitely not to have you in any way that would be deemed more than what relationship you had returned to.

just friends. nothing more, nothing less.

it's useless, though. the glass in his hands is cold. misery was rather more of a warm company to heeseung, too familiar even. the lights at the bar were dimmed down adding more somber to the mood, and it is like the universe is playing some sort of twisted tricks on him. just to remind how hollow it is, how the world was actually big, it's too cold—it's lonely.

everything was becoming too much and not enough all the same.

drinking was never a good idea, it never was for heeseung. you'd always tell him that he gets so lost in it that he forgets just how many he downs and it leaves him away into the night with a smile and fits of giggles that are contagious and slurred words that he always tries to utter.

it's stupid, he was stupid.

but atleast he had you then, the one who would take care of him if he has one of too many or maybe crawl up into his lap when he's gaming away into the night and you'd just do it because you'd rather have his warmth near you than settle with the thought of having him in the same room. or times when you would just run up to him and like it's engraved in his veins to have you in his arms and hold you like forever was never enough of a time to describe how much he wants you. forever was too less of a time, a life with you would be more and to those other lives he will get to have you seems more promising.

forever is too much of a word for lee heeseung. if your lives were to part, may he always find you in the next and the comings. for him to never take another heart that does not belong to you. may lee heeseung love you to every time, to be born in the same universe as you, the same time, the same place.

three lifetimes, three wonderful lives you both had, and he thinks it is simply not enough.

he begs the heavens to let him be made just for you once more. because forever in one, will never be something to call what you have.

eternity suits you better, he thinks.

—

the night strolls, the stars are twinkling with the hopes of catching an eye.

this night feels a little more dreadful than the last. the drink he had down a few minutes ago keeps him warm in the night, setting itself in his stomach. heeseung has spent away the after hours this way, a routine that has eaten him alive to its core. it's not an ideal lifestyle, but he continues anyway.

he strolls without a place in mind, after all he has lost home once and wherever you are, his heart resides.

you are everything that heeseung has prayed for.

as familiar buildings meet his eyes and it brings back some memories he had kept away. treacherous. suddenly he finds himself in your street, a few blocks away from where you are. he can knock, he can ask you, he can stay, but he was a stranger altogether. so, the best thing heeseung takes rather than doing all of those things? was to sober up and leave.

mortality has never been kind to him. and everything he has kept in his heart was torn from its home and never to be returned like the sands that slithers away from the storm.

and he had begged at everything that would hear him. because the sand had gone out of the hourglass too soon than what he had always hoped for. time has never been his friend, after all, what time would be fond of something going against it? fate was too cruel to you. but you had embraced it just the same.

how could he ever subject you to the same fate once more? a string tied to you or not, he would rather see you with the colors of life.

and as if this time—for once, mercy has taken pity on him. because as his heel turns he hears the front door of your home, and he shouldn't look, he shouldn't stop, he should go. but you're just still you, right? the always loveable you.

“heeseung?”

oh how he has missed your voice.

against his very judgement he turns around.

there you are by the porch of your home wrapped in a blanket protecting you from the chills of the night and you seem comfortable, you always are. he stops just as his mind tells him the opposite (how could lee heeseung ever say no to your very being?).

and he couldn't stop—heeseung has loved you for a very long time and it feels like it's the only language he can speak to answer your call.

you descend down on your stairs, with a small shy walk on your feet towards him. he feels dizzy, have you always been this pretty?

he tries to say something, anything, but you seem to knock the air out of his chest every time, he releases a breath he's been holding, “hey.”

if you knew better you think heeseung seemed to be full of life when he is with you, like a flower who basks in the sun. you don't know what to say to him, is there any words to describe whatever you were feeling? he knew everything about you, he read you like a diary he has memorized all his life, when words fail you, heeseung comes to answer it.

you couldn't really remember now why you broke up, too many talks, too many faults, too many problems that pile up as time wanes. but you missed him, you miss him too much now to remember why.

“it’s cold,” he begins. its obvious, but what could he possibly tell you?

it's weird now, his eyes are still the same and yet you find yourself wanting it just the same, “yeah, it is.”

silence passes you, it's not uncomfortable, it's not heavy—you're relieved.

“i should probably go.” he should, but is it a sin to say you want him to stay? you pursed your lips in contempt, you should say something.

heeseung may claim to be someone who keeps his words, but right now his feet feel heavy, like his anchored to where he stands—in front of you. he waits for you to utter anything to him, a small hope of you stopping him. to make it feel it was okay to want you like this, to be in your presence.

the silence beckoned you to speak before you can even think of it. “it’s already late..” it's embarrassing, almost as if you were too left open in his eyes again, “..you can stay, if you'd like.”

a second clock and a pin drop, heeseung adorned a soft smile on his lips and as if he was on the same wavelength as you he utters words he thought he couldn't ever tell you, “i missed you.”

“i know,” and it's not obnoxious, it's a truth that you know well, its a fact that you know deep in your bones, “i missed you too.”

and everything was happening in the blink of an eye, his arms are around you and he breathes your scent in. despite the blanket around you, his warmth burns more and you love it—some things just never change.

lee heeseung will never meet what could’ve been, would’ve been, what should’ve been you in that lifeline. your first life together would always be a mystery to the both of you. he misses you, more than he remembers.

he hopes he doesn't lose you again.

“i’ve got a lot to pine about. i’ve got a lot to live without. so rest well, hm? we’ll see each other again.”

—excerpt from (1500’s), A Hundred Years And A Lifetime, letters of Evan Lee to his wife by a Nameless Laureate poet.

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ Wearing Baggy Clothes Around SKZ {Chubby Babe Edition}♡

♡ I was asked to explore how these cuties might feel about having a girlfriend who wears baggy clothes 24/7 because it makes her comfy, not because she's insecure. So let's get into it... ♡

Pairing: ot8!boyfriend!skz x chubby!fem!reader

Genre: fluffy fluff ♡

♡ Bang Chan ♡

Your choice to wear baggy clothing isn't something he's ever given a second thought to

Duh, he thinks you have a beautiful body but it's 100% your choice if you want to show it off or not

It's actually really nice having a girlfriend who has the same fashion sense as him because he doesn't feel pressured to dress more revealing either

Whenever companies offer to send him free stuff he makes sure he asks for a size that works for both of you that way you have a few items that you can share/wear when you miss each other

♡ Hyunjin ♡

Being fashionable to him has never translated to having to wear tighter clothes so he still finds what you wear to be quite cute

When he goes to special events he likes to take you with him but he'll never get upset with you if you choose not to wear what's "in" at the moment

He puts a lot of effort into helping you pick out fashion week worthy outfits that keep you looking as gorgeous as you do without compromising comfort

If anyone ever says anything rude to you about it they're catching some major side eye from him coupled with some colorful language

♡ Changbin ♡

This is it. Dwaekki's chance to talk you into wearing matching gym clothes even when you aren't even kinda sorta heading to the gym that day

When I say matching, I mean matching. Whatever he has, you have the women's version of and it will be worn when you're together. I don't make the rules here

If you ever decide to change your mind about how you want to dress he'll support you 100% in rocking something tighter/more revealing

But he'll never pressure you into doing anything you don't want to do. The most important thing to him is that you're happy, whatever that looks like for you

♡ Lee Know ♡

Outfits that have too much going on agitate him when it comes to what his stylists put on him so he understands completely why you wouldn't want to deal with that

He pretends that he doesn't want to be touched around other people but he really likes cuddles and your clothes make cuddling better for him

Every time Soonie, Doongi, or Dori make biscuits on the dangling fabric of your clothing he thinks it's super adorable. Best cat step-mom ever

Has a habit of always rolling your sleeves/pants/etc up for you when you're about to do something that might be messy so that they fit snugly in the right places

♡ Felix ♡

At first, he asks a lot of questions to make sure that you aren't doing this because you're insecure about your body

It's not done to imply that you should be. He just wants to know if you are so that he can remind you more often that you're beautiful and that anyone who says otherwise can bite you

After that though, he lets it go and starts to do things like slipping into your hoodie with you even though there's no way he's getting his head out of the other end

Ultimately, he encourages you to go even bigger because how can he be properly attached to you at the hip if there isn't room for two all the time?

♡ Han ♡

This is absolutely going to turn into a lengthy conversation about how a lot of women in the old school hip hop scene chose to dress this way too

He's bound to get sidetracked talking about certain artists who wore things he thinks you'd look cute in. Some of it might be hideous. Just nod and smile

It's cool because he gets to be as physically affectionate as he wants to be with you in public without worrying that he'll make a wrong move and something slips out

The day will never come when it isn't adorable to him that you can curl up in your clothes like a lil cat. Just this cozy, warm ball of cuteness

♡ I.N ♡

It's in his spirit to take advantage of the fact that baggier clothes make you easier to grab

Meaning, if you try to run away when he's inevitably doing something to get on your nerves he'll catch you immediately and you'll be trapped with him

This isn't a bad thing because, even when he's torturing you, it's impossible not to see how much he cares about you

The other guys tend to tease him about how smitten he is with you and how cool he thinks you are but that'll never stop him from acting that way

♡ Seungmin ♡

Your face is what he spends most of his time staring at anyway so it's no big deal that you don't wear revealing clothing

It's kind of a good thing that you don't because he can be a real brat when other guys are staring at you and you aren't sure how long he can resist the urge to poke their eyes out

Of course, he can get over that jealousy so that you feel supported in switching it up sometimes

Though he will playfully tease you about being his "other girlfriend" when you switch back and forth because being a menace comes with the territory

[kyliafanfiction]

I saw a bit in a Taylor/Amy fic (the latest chapter of Desperate Times Call for Desperate Pleasures) where Amy compared Taylor to a Necromancer Princess (it fits in Context) and that immediately made me think of a Fantasy AU of Worm. No shards/powers, or at least not in the Worm way, but playing with the characters.

And of course that has me thinking about who everyone would be in such a story idea:

Taylor - necromancer, obviously, given the inspiration. Maybe not a princess, but of some high birth. Danny Hebert is still his canon personality, but as a necromancer. Probably a distant father since the death of Annette. Maybe he's consumed with trying to find ways to restore her to full life or something. Doesn't control bugs, maybe? Or maybe she controls swarms of dead insects in addition to or instead of the usual skeletons and zombies? I'd lean to no bugs, just skeletons and zombies, but YMMV. Keeping her bullied/etc experience may be harder, but if Emma is also a noblewoman, perhaps of higher status (maybe Taylor's low nobility? Or not at all?)

Amy - she's a cleric of some healing-related goddess, presumably? The rest of her family are probably all Knights and Paladins of some sort. Her birth father could be some sort of Bandit King type guy who played up a 'honorable highwayman' schtick (and may actually have been a noble as well as a bandit) akin to the 'code' and 'better than the other villains' thing he had going in canon. Her guilt over not healing all the time probably wouldn't be a thing because there'd be too many other healers, but you could still play with the idea, and she'd still have that separation from her family because she's not a warrior.

Tattletale - no magic, just really smart. Probably a 'Rogue', if we were applying classes to it.

Rachel - Ranger, obviously. Has a wolf animal companion, maybe actually gainfully employed as one of the Royal Huntsmen or someone who prevents poaching on a King's Forest type place. or maybe she's a poacher herself. Probably the latter, but the former could be done well, IMO. Either way, definitely still pretty feral from not spending a lot of time around most people.

Brian - maybe some kind of Paladin of darkness type thing. He could be sworn to Taylor's father as her bodyguard (and Taylor still has her canonical attraction to him).

Alec - I'm honestly not sure. If I were wedging it into D&D classes, some form of Bard, but I wouldn't necessarily want to be bound specifically to classes. Still, he could either have magic specially around manipulation and controlling of the body, or maybe he's like, half-demon, or quarter-demon (and Heartbreaker is either a demon or half-demon) and that's the source of his power. I lean towards the latter.

Aisha - Illusionist? Uses her magic for lots of pranks and stuff, and gets really good at making herself invisible, etc.

New Wave - as I noted, the rest of New Wave would probably be knights/paladins of some sort. Maybe Vicky, Sarah, Crystal and Eric ride griffons or some other flying beast? Vicky on a Pegasus sounds really fitting. Also probably a noble family, but definitely recently ennobled or low nobility, to play into the privileged WASP upper middle class vibe New Wave has in Worm

Lung - could be an actual Dragon, could be a guy who shapeshifts into one, maybe a half-dragon (playing on his half-chinese/half-japanese canon backstory and how he was an outsider in Japan as a result). Warlord or roaming bandit type guy, probably. Oni Lee would be a teleporting assassin who works for him, and Bakuda as an alchemist making explosive compounds and such is there.

Armsmaster - a master Smith and warrior. Already has a Halberd. maybe he does enchanted runes into his weapons or something to make them sharper

Miss Militia - either she's a super skilled archer of some sort, or maybe a magic who specializes in big, flashy attack spells (fireball, etc)

Dragon - Secretly a construct (or disembodied animating spirit?) of some kind that has free will and sentience, but pretends just to be a construct-crafting mage? Might not be able to keep using that name if Dragons are a thing in-setting. Depends.

Kaiser - probably a normal noble in his public face (Max, of the House of Anders), known for his charity towards the poor (only the humans, of course), but secretly the leader of a racist militia-type group that persecutes nonhumans in the Kingdom? Or specific groups of humans. Or both. Probably doesn't have magical powers, but does have some cool enchanted gear he paid a fortune for, and hides just how good he is with a sword, except in his secret persona?

Hookwolf - actual werewolf? Still works for Anders, presumably.

None of these thoughts are necessarily final, really, and I have a few more, but nothing quite formed yet.

Obviously, more might need to worked out, including plot and the particulars of the setting (is Brockton the whole Kingdom? Is Brockton Bay one city? A major focus? Maybe Brockton Bay is a larger region, and some of the various parts of the Bay are distinct cities and towns in the Bay area. I have a setting that involves both Paladins and Necromancers in prominent roles that I might repurpose if I was going to write this... which I still might, but not yet).

Other characters could play all sorts of roles, would have to think more on their equivalent versions. Can't just make everyone some flavor of wizard/warlock/witch/etc, and wouldn't want to be married to specific 'classes', but it's a solid starting point anyway.

What would you all envision 'Fantasy AU' versions of some of the characters? Do you think I'm way off the mark with some of them? Obviously 'Fantasy AU' covers a wide swath of possibilities, so there's a lot of variation. Still, curious as to people's ideas with it.

Obviously, if I wrote it, it would be Taylor/Amy in the long run, (I am nothing if not a predictable, hopeless shipper) maybe involving Taylor (and the AU's version of the Undersiders?) kidnapping Amy at some point, who knows.

[luvwoniez]

Flowers for Enhypen.

Synopsis; Seven flowers that represented your special moments with the Enhypen members.

Pairing(s)/Extra(s); Enhypen x GN!Reader (Separate)

Word Count; 4.9k

Genre; Romance, Fluff, Some Non-idol AU

Warnings; Slight angst

—Yang Jungwon. Cattleya

Cute. He’s always been called cute. Usually, Jungwon never minded such a thing; it was a simple compliment with a lot of evidence to back up such an opinion. It was something he accepted gracefully from his family and friends. But there was just something about you calling him cute that made his stomach churn.

Those icky feelings didn’t stop there either. He got it every time you patted his head as you called him adorable (“like a kitten,” you said once. It took everything in him not to hiss at the comment like one). It made his brow furrow and lips pout in annoyance when you treated him as if you two were still the little kids who met each other in kindergarten. 

And it only confused him to no end when he felt his heart skip a beat when you asked him to grab something off the top library shelf for you, a winning acknowledgment of the fact that yes, Jungwon had grown into a proper man now. A man worthy of earning your affections and making you feel loved like he’d been planning to since he realized he was in love with you. Still, that didn’t mean he didn’t get annoyed by how you still treated him like a brother. 

That’s how he found himself confronting you, caging you against the wall with his tall build puffing up and blocking anything else in front of you that wasn’t him. It was uncharacteristic and just the slightest bit uncalled for, yes, but he couldn’t take it anymore with how much you babied him as if he were your little brother and not a guy who was so clearly into you despite his oh-so-obvious attempts to make it known. The cup that was filled with his frustrations was bound to spill over at some point. 

His eyes bore into you. Within them, you could catch the mix of impatience, worry, irritation, and– most importantly– affection. The kind that you’ve sworn was just a figment of your imagination: an excuse you told yourself repeatedly because there was no way you should be looking at your best friend the way a lover should. It was risky, and you weren’t just going to sacrifice what you had between you two for a bunch of feelings you were set on ignoring until they faded.

But that proved to be even more difficult than you expected with the way he moved just the slightest bit closer to you, your hands flailing to his shoulders to keep him from coming any nearer and hearing the way your heart beat erratically in your chest. You suddenly became hyper-aware of the broadness of his figure and his towering height. Had he always been like this? You thought. Your mind flashed to the image you had of Jungwon before, the little boy you met so long ago. Now, he had grown– close to enveloping your entire frame if he tried. 

“Stop calling me cute. I don’t like it.” Jungwon’s face was dangerously close to yours. His breath tickled your skin as his nose nudged against your own. Your throat felt dry as your eyes fell down to his lips. If he took just one more step, he’d be able to kiss you. Oh God, did you want him to?

—Lee Heeseung. Canterbury Bell

Heeseung has always been thankful for a lot of things in his life. He was thankful for finding his love for music when his parents handed him a mic for the first time. He was thankful he could always ace his music class because of his perfect pitch. He was thankful that he found it in himself to pull through just enough to figure out what he wanted to do. Finally, he was thankful that you were there for it all.

He could never remember how he met you; he just knew that you’d been in his life for as long as he could remember. Maybe it was because your parents were friends, or maybe it was because your house was right next to his and you attended the same school for years until you graduated from high school. Every time he felt nervous before a performance, he searched for your face in the crowd, knowing you’d be at the front row like you promised.

When Heeseung was bored on a weekend, he would run by the convenience store to buy your favorite snacks before running over to your place and hoping you’d let him in with his humble offering.  He would wait for you after class, laughing with you at how some of your classmates made goo-goo eyes at him (“Oh please, they wouldn’t gush over you if they had to wake you up every morning.” You laughed. They wouldn’t, but they’ll never find out. If there’s anyone he wants to wake up to every morning, it’s you). 

Life could change at any point, but you and he never would.

Then, college came around. And he found himself coming back to a place that was no longer next to yours. No more seeing you in the crowd when he played for school events, knowing that your smile was the one that calmed him down the best. No more laughing as he walked you home about your peers crushing on him, holding hands as you crossed the street.

No more surprising you with your favorite snack and admiring as your face lit up. No more seeing your face every morning as you dragged him out of bed to get to class in time, wishing one day you’d wake him with a kiss.

The moment his plane landed, he bolted straight to wherever you were. Conveniently enough, you had come along with his mom to pick him up from the airport. He ran straight into your arms, indifferent to the fact that he left his luggage rolling away behind him as Heeseung enveloped you in a hug. He honestly thought he was dreaming. How could he not when your laughter finally rang next to his ears instead of from his phone’s speakers, finally slotting yourself into his hold and filling up that you-shaped hole that he’s had since the first month he was away from you?

“Thank God,” he whispered into your cheek, “I’m home.” Home to you, his constant.

—Park “Jay” Jongseong. Lavender

Jay was a warm-hearted person, the good guy you’ve always dreamt of meeting someday– the one you’d be so excited to introduce to your parents because you know that they’d just love him right away. You’d never met someone so loved and so willing to love others as much as him. You could see it when he cared for the six other boys he considered as his own brothers; when he’d call his mom every few days and remind her that her son would always be there; and when he’d cook your favourite dish when everything became a bit too stressful. There was no one else like him that you’d ever met before. 

But there are times when you are truly reminded of how much you just adored him and how he adored you. 

You two sat in silence by the window, soaking in the last few rays of sunlight before the sun had retired under the horizon. The hot air from that morning and afternoon had slowly started to dissipate as night claimed the sky little by little, and perhaps you had found yourself settling closer to your beloved. One of his arms wrapped around you, pressing you as close to his side as he possibly could. His fingers danced along your sides before pinching your skin. Jay let out a chuckle as you jolted.

Your brows furrowed. Sternly but playfully, you called out to him. “Jay.”

“Yes, lovely?” His eyes were full of mirth, adoringly setting his gaze upon your narrowed eyes looking at him. Even with faux annoyance, you could never stay committed to the act– not when he looked at you like that. His smile didn’t help either. You caved the moment you saw his lips curl upwards, and his expression was only something you could akin to a satisfied cat.

After dropping the act, your countenance had softened once more into contentment. “I think I could sit down here with you all day if I could,” you whispered, “all my life maybe.”

Jay hummed. “I think I could too.” He cleared his throat afterward.

“And it wouldn’t be just that. I think I want to wake up to you every morning every day. I’d even wash the dishes every night and take naps at three in the afternoon on Sunday’s. I’ll go to the vet once a month, pick up groceries every two weeks, and kiss you every night– if that’s what it means I get to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Despite the intensity of his confessions, you pulled away from him briefly before leaning into him again and lightheartedly kissing his cheek. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say the red on his cheeks was from his confessions; however, you knew better. He’d never be embarrassed to say such things, not when they were the utter truth. Instead, his flustered expression was just a reaction to how you had showered him in simple affections.

You eyed his lips, “if that’s the case, why don’t you do something about it already? My left ring finger’s feeling way too light right n-” 

Jay didn’t let you finish. He kissed you before you even could. In that kiss, there were a thousand more words that he wasn’t able to say before. A thousand more promises. A thousand more plans for you and him. But there was only one vow that was communicated to you at that moment.

I am devoted to you and you alone.

—Sim “Jake” Jaeyun. Forget Me Not

It had been approximately three years since you last saw your best friend in person. Three years of texts replied to late into the night. Three years of brief phone calls once every few days. After three years of asking each other, “when will I see you again?” every time things became way too stressful.

You’ve never been more proud of Jake in your life when he told you he got accepted into his dream university. The only problem was it was in Seoul, a city more than seven thousand kilometers away from you. It was hard enough convincing him to seize his chance, even if it meant being away from home for a prolonged period of time. It was even harder seeing him go at the airport, hugging him so tightly for a second longer because it just occurred to you that your best friend wasn't going to be physically beside you during a time when you felt like you needed him the most.

The hardest thing about it though? Being in love with him since your childhood and wondering if he was in love with someone else as much as you were with him. While you weren't outwardly vocal about your curiosity, you always asked him if he'd gone on any dates or found anyone of his recent acquaintances cute– all of it under the guise of being his best friend instead of someone who's been in love with him for a greater part of your life. Even now as you video-called each other on a Friday night after a week that left both of you unable to communicate from packed schedules.

You watched Jake tap his pen against his desk, jolting his phone and leaving the image of him shaky on your end.

"Can you tell me again why you decided to call me on a Friday night while you're doing schoolwork?" 

"Our professor gave us a problem set, and I'm doing it early to free my schedule on Sunday. Except I don't want to do it while I'm alone–" he huffed, carelessly throwing his pen onto the desk surface with a small thud– "and I miss you."

You ignore the last part of the statement for the sake of your sanity. If you didn't, your face would heat up to concerning temperatures and your heartbeat would be too loud in your eyes for you to properly listen to Jake. Despite that, nothing could dissipate the fluttering in your stomach or stop the air being taken from your lungs. You only rolled your eyes. Catching the movement, he let out a gasp of fake offense.

You smiled dearly at him. "Jake, you'll just get distracted by calling me– don't even deny it; I've known you for more than ten years now. Plus, shouldn't you be going out and socializing right now with friends? I don't know, maybe eating out or going to a party? Usually, college students spend their Friday night with plans, y’know?”

“Unless–”

“Don’t even insinuate that I don’t have friends! I do, and I’ll gladly let you know that their names are Jay and Sunghoon.”

As you watched him fidget in his seat, your heart warmed. It might not have sounded like it, but Jake tended to be shy at times. You could still remember his seven-year-old self reaching for your hand when he got too anxious to talk to some of the teachers at school. Knowing he had friends to check up on him when you couldn’t was a reassuring thought. 

“Replacing me already?” You faked sadness, pressing the back of your palm to your forehead dramatically, which he quickly denied while placing his face as close to the propped-up phone as possible. 

“I could never! You’re literally my favorite person in the whole world!”

“Besides, I wanted to make plans with you anyways,” he leaned back on his chair with that charming smile you always lit up seeing. You’ve seen it more times than you could count, but it never failed to remind you just how far your affection for him has reached. “I actually wanted to spend time with you earlier, but we were both busy.”

You hummed at that.

“I remember just how great it feels to talk to you after a hard day. I just know everything bad is over when you’re with me.”

Just like that, he stole your heart again. Only this time, you hoped he knew that he did. By the way your chest felt like it was about to burst, the way your hands clammed up, and the way your lips lifted into a crooked grin. It felt unfair that he could turn your world upside down as easily as he did. It would take you a minute before you could even say anything.

“When will you be home again?” 

“Sooner than you know it,” he answered– to which you let out a small laugh through your nose.

“Better be, you dork. I miss you.” And you weren’t aware of it, but on the other end of the line, Jake could only think: I miss you more.

—Park Sunghoon. Agapanthus

When asked if there was anything Sunghoon loved more than being on the ice, he’d say there was nothing– which would be a complete lie. Anyone who knew you would know that because if there was anything Sunghoon loved more than figure skating, it was you. You were the only reason he ever liked going to practice early in the morning.

The early morning chill had just started to settle upon him when he trudged across the parking lot to the doors of the arena as quickly as he could. He felt relief and warmth as he went past the glass doors and into the well-heated building. The person behind the desk by the entrance simply nodded at him, already used to seeing his face for the past five years. The reprieve of heat would only be short-lived, however, because Sunghoon would soon find himself in his training clothes and standing next to the ice rink.

His brows were knitted together, but his face was stiff; it took everything in him not to make his sour mood so obvious, but there was only so much Sunghoon could do to hide his ever-growing annoyance at the insistence of morning practice. Even when he bunched himself up in all the layers he could take with him, it could never stop the way the cold always nipped at his skin or the fact that he couldn’t even take a nap (or else he’d be scolded for the third time that week for dozing off). Of course, that didn’t stop his eyelids from drooping once, then twice. Finally, Sunghoon slowly started to drift off to sleep on one of the seats.

It was the ruffling of fabric that would rouse him. Blinking awake, he was greeted by the blurry sight of a figure standing over him.

“Wake up, sleeping beauty. We have to get onto the ice now. Have you stretched yet?” You laughed. Sunghoon would be quick to compose himself out of his dazed state. If you were to be honest, it made you think about how a drunk man would look like trying to sober up. He nodded afterward.

Sunghoon brought a hand up to his face, wiping away the sleep with his palm. “God, I hate morning practice.” The boy sat up straight, and you both made your way onto the ice. 

“Yeah, but you still go anyway.” Only because he gets to see you.

Still suffering from the effects of tiredness, he ended up lightly bumping into you as you both tried passing through the gate. Sunghoon’s arm brushed up against yours, and his cheeks tinged red at the feeling of his skin coming into contact with you. He immediately let out an apology before letting you pass through. He stood there, waiting, until he felt something grasp his wrist. 

You pulled him with you, and the force had him ungracefully stumbling onto the ice. The surprise of it all and the struggle to balance himself made his eyes widen. If his face was red before, he was sure he looked like a strawberry by now. Sunghoon just hoped you thought it was the cold instead of the fact that you grabbed onto him.

You two glided smoothly across the cold surface by muscle memory, but your hold on him never faltered. You simply continued to pull him along. “Finally awake?” The way you grinned at him made him gulp. “Y-yeah,” was the only thing he could choke up. Feeling you so close and seeing the joy on your face made his heart thump in his chest, so much more than when he would compete. You let go of him, letting him slide to a stop while you stayed in motion. You circled around him, looping twice before taking off. Sunghoon watched you round the rink before taking off into a waltz jump (as a warm-up, he assumed). Your time in the air was fleeting, and the jump itself wasn’t impressive,  but it was enough for him to glimpse you in all your beauty as he stood there motionless. He was never going to tell you, and if you ever found out, he’d curl up into a ball and lock himself away in his room– but you’d always be his favorite way to start the day.

—Kim Sunoo. Aster

Sunoo always spent his summers with his grandmother– and by extension you, the kid who lived right next door. For those few weeks when he was away from the big city, he lived in the countryside. You two spent your days rolling in the grass, catching bugs, and playing under the sun. When the sun began to set, you’d run home and get scolded for getting your clothes dirty. After getting ready for bed, you’d call him from your window adjacent to his, and you’d say your goodnight’s before doing everything all over again. As you grew older, your schedule changed, but you always stayed together. By the time you were both teenagers, most of your hours playing had evolved into reading each other’s favorite books, having picnics on good days, and sneaking out to watch the stars. 

The summer you were both fifteen, Sunoo (like always) spent his summer with you. It was a sunny day as you sat under the shade of a large tree. A cool, grey blanket was spread underneath you; snacks of all kinds littered it. Right in the middle of it all, Sunoo sat cross-legged as you braided his hair. It had grown long enough when his summer vacation started, and he told you he opted to cut it right before school started. That left you with enough length to make him eligible to become your personal doll.

“Ow! Don’t tug too much,” he whined, and you only huffed. “It hurts, you know!”

“It’s because you keep scooting away while I’m braiding. Of course, it’ll hurt.” Your brows furrowed in concentration. Your giggles followed after, and you knew it was because Sunoo was pouting even if you couldn’t see his face. 

A breeze tickled your legs, and the leaves above you danced along with it. Silence settled upon you and your companion. It was a comfortable one, one you were more than used to with all the time you spent with him. However, you knew that something else was boiling right under the facade of a completely normal day, and it was already starting to seep onto the surface.

You opened your mouth, “I know it’ll be your last summer here for a while.” Sunoo stiffened, but you continued on playing with his locks. “I overheard Grandma talking with your mom on the phone. She said you were going to have to focus on your studies more, now that high school is going to start.”

“When were you going to tell me?”

Sunoo sighed. Another silence. Then the bob of his Adam's apple. “I was going to tell you the last day… so you wouldn’t be sad. It won’t be my last visit here– I know it won’t be! We can always contact each other through our phones too, but I just didn’t want this summer to end feeling like I was saying goodbye.”

You smiled at that. Sunoo was always so sweet. Out of all your friends, Sunoo was the most caring. He was also the one who understood you the best, even if he did live so much farther away than everyone else you knew. He knew you’d just feel depressed knowing you wouldn’t be able to see him so much less than you already do; that, and you were never good at goodbyes. Every time he had to go home, you cried without fail. No matter how much you assured him that you weren’t going to cry this time, tears would start sliding down your cheeks. 

There was another unnerving silence, but you were still there. He could still feel your fingers fiddling. You were mad– he could tell– but you weren’t showing it at all. Typically, you’d start to lash out at him, being stubborn or just a bit aggressive. It was your defense mechanism, something that wouldn’t betray the hurt piercing your chest and instead swap it with anger. Were you so mad as to stay speechless?

When he felt your hands start to retract, he panicked and turned around. He wasn't greeted by the sight of your crying face, eyes red and cheeks wet. Instead, you only sweetly smiled at him. You slipped a mirror into his palm, making sure he held it up near his face. Sunoo could spot a splotch of purple just by the side of his head. As he turned his face to the left, a flower peeked at him.

“Do you know what those are, Sunoo?” He shook his head. “Those are asters. I don’t know if they’re as common in the city as they typically are here, but I hope that every time you see one, you’ll think of us.”

“I’ll miss you so much, Sunoo.” Your eyes may not have shed tears, but his certainly did that day. He’d never forget what happened that sunny afternoon. Maybe that’s why even five years later, he’d think of asters, and he’d think of all the summers and all the moments you’ve shared. He’d think about every time you’ve laughed and cried. He’d think about the time you both ran across your grandma’s house and got scolded. He’d think about the time you two biked up all the way up a hill to watch the sunset. He’d think about your smiles and your crying face. He’d think of your laughter and your green overalls. He’d think of you. Each time, without fail.

— Nishimura "Ni-ki" Riki. Viscaria

1, 2, and 3, and 4– Ni-ki stared at himself in the mirror, his body rolling against the groove of the music in the background. He’d been at it for hours. That was evident by the shake in his muscles and fatigue in his bones– 5, 6, and 7.

 Still, he’d practiced the routine for the hundredth time that day. 

He kicked his foot up, swerving himself into a new position. One that evidently took more energy than the last. His arm had collapsed, unable to support his weight any longer after it had tired out, which led to Ni-ki flopping onto the polished floors. The boy stared at the ceiling, chest heaving with every second. 

“And eight,” he grimaced as his limbs screamed for reprieve. 

He stayed that way for a few more minutes to catch his breath. The beat of the speakers sent vibrations to his head, which he welcomed deeply as it calmed the pulsating adrenaline in his system. Sweat dripped down his face, wetting his hair and causing his shirt to stick to his abdomen. It felt uncomfortable, and he made a mental note to shower as soon as he finished. Despite being used to it, he never truly liked the way sweat made him feel icky. 

He closed his eyes. That’s when he heard the squeak of the door as it opened, but he couldn’t will himself to check who it was that came in. “Nishimura Riki,” your sing-song voice scratched his brain in a way too satisfying to be ignored. “Thought you’d be here, ducky.” 

Ni-ki winced at that.

He could just picture the smile on your lips. You’d called him that ever since his friends commented how similar he looked to one. It had stuck with you more than other nicknames he’d been given before, mostly because it was the fastest way to get him to pout. “I’m a puma, you know that,” he groaned at your approaching footsteps.

You laughed, and it took everything in him not to crack a smile. When he opened his eyes, it took some time before his vision could adjust. Ni-ki’s gaze zeroed in on you, the light above casting a halo around your visage as you leaned down to look at him. You rolled your eyes at him, and he fought every cell in his body that screamed at him to kiss you. 

"Whatever you want, ducky." There's a thud next to Ni-ki, and he barely registers that you've settled down right next to him. You've folded your legs to sit criss-cross, knees just brushing the hair atop his head. You were still staring at him. There was this look in your eyes he couldn't quite place. 

Your fingers moved to point to the middle of his brows, and Ni-ki couldn’t help but furrow them in confusion. You give him a smirk, tracing your fingertips down the bridge of his nose– only to press at the tip. Ni-ki scrunched up his nose.

In the sliver of a second, he’d gotten himself up to sit down right in front of you. He leaned over your space, his shadow slightly engulfing you. Ni-ki looked down upon you with mischievous eyes. His hands slid up to your forearms, and he was close enough that you could nearly feel the tickle of his breath against your skin.

“You just love to tease me, don’t you?”

You scoffed. “Like you don’t do the same to me, ducky.” You matched his own gaze, pupils flickering across his face– only to linger on his lips like you’d done a few times before. And it seemed you weren’t the only one to hold the habit every time you two were too close to each other. You stayed facing each other, waiting for someone to break the silence between you two.

“Dance with me?”

The way he said it was almost breathless, a struggle for his lungs to push the syllables from his mouth. Yet, it was said with a determination that you’d long associated with Ni-ki when he so keenly wanted something. There was no quiver in his voice, only a silent but strong desire for his plan to be put into action. 

“And tell me, why should I?” You raised a brow.

He shot you a grin. “I’ll let you call me ducky.”

And when he pulled you from the floor and into his own arms, you grimaced at the stick of sweat on his skin. But it did little to deter you from fully being dragged by his hands. “Nishimura Riki!”

Ni-ki could only laugh as you puffed your cheeks. “Mm, on second thought, I think I like it better when you say my name.”

[tgmsunmontue]

Season to Taste - 2/? WIP

Explicit Hangster - Celebrity Chef Bradley and Naval Aviator Jake Seresin who have a relationship spanning the globe before they realize how tightly bound they are to one another. Heading into this little world.

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

                “What is your name?”

                “Bradley Bradshaw.”

                Leandro blinks at him and he’s not sure if it’s the name or if they simply sound too similar to one another.

                “Hmm. I will call you Lee… like Leonardo. You like pizza too much. And you are American like turtles…”

                “Do you want me to wear an orange bandana while I’m at it?” Bradley jokes.

                Leandro laughs and pats his face.

                “Silly boy. Leonardo wears blue. Michaelangelo wears orange.”

…            …            …

2016

                Filming has wrapped for the morning and he finally gets to walk around without a crew trailing his every step. They’re still taking shots, but they’re not filming him, which he is supremely grateful for because he wants to go back and actually do some proper shopping, not just the stuff for cooking later, but items he saw in passing and knew he wanted to go back and get. He has time. It’s a proper farmers market, there are even livestock for sale off to the side, although he’s been told that’s not every week, more like once a month. He walks without any direction, there are different avenues set up, some with raw produce, meats, baking, candles, soaps, art works and carved pieces of wood. Another with preserves and pickles, little wafers to the side so people can taste them. He takes his time and tries everything he can, loves places like this, everything so fresh and everyone so friendly. Even if they know who he is.

                He’d never imagined that his life would take this many twists any turns, that he’s now a celebrity chef, one everyone considers self-taught, despite the fact he insists that Leandro and Silvia taught him, along with the whole extended Gallo family and their friends. He’s got fifteen years of experience now, the last seven though being the wildest. He’d been spotted in the background of the show with the British celebrity. Sought out and asked if he’d do a little cooking segment, then they’d found out he could do it in multiple languages. He’d been popular. More popular than anyone had anticipated and then he’d been asked to do a longer running show.

                In amongst it all he’d ended up with an agent and a manager. Leandro and Silvia had sat him down and made him plan things out, made him call Ice and tell him. He still hasn’t spoken to Mav, and he knows he’s maybe being immature and holding a grudge but Mav hasn’t ever reached out himself, or apologized or, even better, explained. So, it is radio silence there and he knows that Ice is likely keeping Mav updated with his goings-on, but he is okay with that as long as Ice doesn’t push him to forgive him.

                He’s stepping back from a stall, thanking them when he bumps into someone, apology already on his lips when the other person is also apologizing.

                “No, my fault. Sorry.”

                “Both our faults then,” the man says, and he’s tilting a cowboy hat back and he’s got a fucking toothpick sticking out from the corner of his mouth. He’s also wearing a sinfully tight white t-shirt and tight jeans, which are either old and worn, or just doing a poor job at containing some very nice-looking thighs. Bradley licks his lips. There are other appetites he hasn’t indulged in a while either.

                “You from around here?”

                “Uh. No. Just here for work…” Bradley says, and he can see the guy trying to place him, figure out why he recognizes him. It’s happening more and more often now, people recognizing him in the street and out of context.

                “What’s your name?”

                “Um. Bradley Bradshaw.”

                He’s waiting for the flare of recognition at the name, but there’s nothing and it’s kind of a relief. He’s not quite that famous, not a household name quite yet although the marketing team are definitely working their hardest. He looks at the guys face again does a double take, there’s something about him though which is casting him back nearly a decade, he looks so familiar and the way he’s smiling…

                “And your name?”

                “Jake. Jake Seresin.”

                That is a hell of a coincidence. For him to also be called Jake. And Texan. He remembers the accent. Bradley imagines him nearly ten years younger, a buzz cut and baby faced…

                “You remind me of someone. You ever been to Italy?”

                It’s Jake’s turn to pull back, eyebrow raised and the toothpick does a little twist in and out of his mouth with his tongue and it’s kind of distracting but there is a slow roaming of his face, like he’s looking at Bradley the same way.

                “Yeah. I have. Why?”

                “2008?”

                Jake is frowning now, clearly trying to remember what year it was, but Bradley is more and more sure the longer he looks his fill. This is his Cinderella… the one he’d always jokingly said had got away even though he hadn’t expected anything else that night.

                “Yeah… my first time there…”

…            …            …

                Jake steps back, raises his hand to cover the bottom half of the other man’s face, because the guy didn’t have a moustache, and there’s only one guy, one man, that could be asking. The night in question is seared in his mind, his first taste of freedom, his first kiss with a guy and also the overwhelming fear of doing anything more than kiss. And apparently, he’s grown a moustache and changed his name. Only one way to find out.

                “Leo?”

                “Yeah. Hi.”

                “Holy shit… Oh. You grew up good.”

                “So did you,” Leo (or is it Bradley?) replies, and his eyes show he’s clearly appreciative of how Jake looks. He’d liked Jake plenty all those years ago too. He also looks good, firm muscle and nice looking forearms and they’re both clearly checking each other out and there’s a little thrill fizzing through him because there isn’t any second-guessing his interest, no fear of getting punched for looking at him the wrong way.

                “This is a coincidence and a half. You here looking for me?” Jake asks, knows it’s unlikely but he’s still going to ask. Like he’s worth being hunted down across the world. Leo-Bradley throws back his head and laughs, looks at him and gives him another once over and Jake tries not to preen too much.

                “No. Not unhappy that I bumped into you though.”

                “Hmm,” Jake hums, lips and teeth continuing to play with the toothpick and Bradley’s eyes track the movement. “Neither am I. Although, can I ask why you’re using a fake name?” Leo-Bradley blinks, maybe confused and Jake isn’t an idiot. “Bradley Bradshaw? Really? Trying to sound more American?”

                “Well, you can call me Leo, but I am American and Bradley Bradshaw is the name on my birth certificate.”

                “No shit. Really?”

                “Yeah. Really.”

                “American. Huh. You had me fooled…” Jake murmurs, because he may have been trying to learn Italian for the last few years because of this man. Maybe.

                “I did live there for nearly a decade if it’s any consolation. Just travel quite a bit now. What are you doing here? Work?”

                “Yeah, my sisters are working me into the ground even though I’m on leave. But it’s nice being out in the wide-open space.”

                “I bet. What are you on leave from?”

                “I’m a naval aviator. What do you do?”

                Leo’s mouth drops open, but Jake has gotten used to telling the difference between someone being impressed and someone just being surprised. Leo is definitely more surprised than impressed though, his head shaking but he’s still standing close enough that Jake can feel the heat of his body.

                “What’s that look for? You got something against naval aviators all of a sudden?”

                The laugh that Leo lets out is pitched a little too high and Jake quirks an eyebrow up.

                “I don’t have a problem with it. I just… Shit. Small world I guess. My dad was a RIO in the Navy.”

                “Yeah? What does he do now?”

                “Uh. He died. When I was a kid.”

                “Oh shit. Sorry. Didn’t mean to put my foot in it,” Jake says, pulling a face.

                “It’s okay. You didn’t know. But just a heads up that my mom is dead too, so, maybe don’t ask about her either.”

                “Well. Thanks for the heads up. What is a safe topic of conversation?” Leo smirks and Jake lets out a bright laugh, the message received loud and clear, if the body language wasn’t all telling him the same thing. “So… What do you do for a job then?”

                Leo blinks at him, like he’s not used to such a run of the mill question.

                “I’m a chef.”

                “Cool. Then I look forward to you feeding me…”

                “Oh yeah, I think I can definitely manage that.”

                “Think you can manage a lot more than that.”

                “I’d like to give it a try…”

                “Hmm. Me too.”

THREE

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Tickletober day #2: Chase

Yes, I am posting these out of order since I currently only have 5 fics finished, including the 2 I've already posted sooo yeah expect them out of order

Razor was my og main during my early days in genshin so I'm very happy to have finally written something for him, enjoy<3

Also on ao3

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Razor x Bennett (implied gey)

Lee: Bennett

Ler: Razor

Warnings: Tickles!

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Bennett ran as fast as he could, as if his life depended on it, which it did feel like at the moment.

What started as him playfully bugging Razor, a simple poke here and there, escalated into Razor getting a predatory look in his eyes and telling the adventurer to run. And run he did.

Bennett could feel his heart accelerating, feeling both scared yet excited in anticipation as to what’s to come. Finding the chase almost enjoyable, if it wasn’t for his constant tripping. Curse his bad luck! Despite that, he managed to keep a decent lead ahead of Razor. Naturally, the odds were stacked against him, so it didn’t take long for the wolf boy to catch him. 

Razor leaped through the air, crashing straight into Bennett, and sending them both tumbling into the ground. A loud shriek echoed across the forest, scaring off any nearby animals. He stared up at Razor with wide eyes, a nervous smile starting to stretch across his features. 

The electro user made himself comfortable, straddling Bennett. He reached down with one hand, grabbing at the adventurer’s wrists and holding them above his head. 

“Gotcha~” Razor shot him a mischievous grin before using his free hand to scribble at Bennett’s tummy. Putting it in the shape of a claw to really sell the wolf vibes.

“Wah! Wahahait! No! Wait! I’m sohohorry!” It didn't take much to make Bennett laugh hysterically, thanks to his ever growing bad luck. Or perhaps good luck for once? It definitely wasn’t that bad being at the receiving end of Razor’s wrath.

“No talk, only laugh” Razor���s expression lightened up with each laugh and wheeze he got out of the pyro user. A giddy smile of his own settling onto his lips. “Razor likes Benny’s laugh. Keep laughing~”.

Bennett wasn’t sure if that was supposed to be a tease or a genuine compliment, but either way, it caused his face to flare up like his pyro vision. He tried covering his face against his bound arm, but it only made the electro user double down in his efforts. 

“No hiding, look at me, please?” Razor let go of Bennett’s wrists, watching as his arms started to flail all over the place. He managed to avoid them with ease, reaching out to grab Bennett’s chin with his newly freed hand. Gently adjusting the adventurer’s face to look straight back at him. “Much better~”

Bennett swore he felt his heart do a little flip when he was met with Razor’s childlike, toothy smile. Those bright eyes looking down at him with such adoration it could make the world explode from cuteness overload. If only he wasn’t thrashing from the ticklish sensation climbing up his ribs then maybe he could’ve basked in the view. 

“GyaaHAhahAh! R-Razor, dohoHOn’t!” Bennett’s laughter would waver with every press he felt between his ribs. The feeling of those mischievous fingers reaching his armpits made him panic, making him clamp his arms down with all his might. This only caused Razor to hold his wrists right back up. 

“Not done yet” a finger slipped into the sensitive hollow, then a second one, then a third, until all 5 fingers were scribbling playfully on the dreaded spot.

“NYAHAHA! RAHAZOR, PLEHEHEASE! NOT THEHEHEEERE!” Bennett threw his head back as his boisterous laughter rippled out of his throat. Hopefully no one else was around to hear him, now that would be embarrassing. He could feel his insides starting to ache, and Razor could pick up on it, slowing his fingers down until reaching a full stop. 

The electro user watched the adventurer panting for air, still giggling like a madman from the ordeal. Razor could feel his chest tighten, watching his friend trying and failing to calm down, his hair all disheveled, face as red as a chili pepper, eyes as bright as the stars and a smile that could lighten up even the darkest of caves. He wasn’t sure what this feeling was, he’d have to ask Lisa later on, but for now, he was content in the present moment. Perhaps he should chase Bennett around more often, just to see that smile.

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[changbinsboobs]

Who's the most believer Christian church boy in skz🙏

Sooo i was unsure if i should read on whos most religious or whos specifically most cristian but i chose the second one and maybe someday ill t a broader reading about their religious views in general.

Chan - PoP, 4oS

I think he's pretty educated on christianity, maybe he had bible study or something when he was older. Don't see him caring much about it tho, i don't think christianity has stuck to him more than just basic info and i don't think he's active in any way other than every once and a while reading something about it if the occasion arises(?)

Lee Know - 4oC

Doesn't seem to agree with Christianity. There's a lot that doesn't make sense to him. I think he's brought up christian tho, like all the members i think.

Changbin - 9oC

I would say he's pretty christian, or should i rather say i think his family is rather christian and i think God comes up often in his conversations with his family and even friends. I don't see him specifically being really religious and an active christian but i think someone in his family might be an avid believer and i think he finds that really wholesome and has had a positive view of God in his upbringing and his life until now. I don't see him going to church or anything aside from keeping his mom or dad or aunt or whoever it is, company like once in a blue moon. In short, i don't think he himself is an avid believer but someone close to him is and he sees beauty in that and holds christianity in kind regards because he loves his relative. Thats that. He also values belief and the higher power! I think he has genuine belief and respect for that - which isn't bound strictly to christianity tho i think he finds value in that regardless of religion.

Hyunjin - 5oP, 7oW

I don't think he believes in God. I think he has been left dissapointed a few times and doesn't hold Christianity specifically in high regards. I think he would be pretty reserved around people like that and i think Christianity alltogether might be something slightly triggering for him?

Han - The Chariot

He seem really devoted actually. Idk how to interpret that energy and i don't wanna offend anyone cuz ya'll are such snowflakes but i get the vibe that he's pretty unstable? Ugh idk how to explain it but u sure have met people who are really desperate and in a mentally unstable space and then suddenly someone knocks on their door and to them it seems like a sign or whatever and because they're vulnerable they let themselves get brainwashed. Im not saying all that happened to him - i just wrote a scenario to kind of explain the vibe that im feeling. There is a sudden(feels fairly new), very intense devotion and practice being strictly followed and a certain anxiety accompanying it and i sense a pushing, forceful energy from him, as well as instability and a need for some. Which might be the reason for his sudden turn? Also i don't want to make any rash assumptions but just letting you know cults in korea are a thing...👀

Felix - 8oW

Very active and strong in his belief, doesn't even need any explaining, honestly his card didn't even surprise me.

Seungmin - 2oP

I would say he's pretty neutral. There's not much to say, he views himself as a Christian, he doesn't get much involved tho, he just does regular duties (idk what exactly but i guess getting married in a church or paying church tax or whatever) but not going to church every Sunday and reading the bible and praying before eating and stuff like that. He's just on the middle.

I.N - 7oS, Death

I think he either is very strict because he has church/god anxiety, or he HATES Christianity and has had very bad experience with it.

I swear if one of y'all complains im switching the anon feature off and blocking ur ass😀

[thebrandywine]

hiii. the "you look really pretty right now" prompt is feeling really piers to me.

nini i'm sorry i couldn't just decide on ONE--

"You look really pretty right now."

Piers shivers out a laugh, his heavy eyelids raising as he stares. The man's biceps are tight to either side of his head, his wrists knotted securely to the headboard with a new rope in an obnoxious orange that Leon bought just for him-- his favorite color.

"Do I?" he asks breathlessly. His stomach twitches when Leon sinks his teeth into it, sucking lightly to pull up a mark. "F-fuck."

Leon hums, amused, and smooths his hands up and down Piers' thighs. Those are working to move, too, but his ankles are bound in much the same way as his hands, leaving him wholly immobile and completely at Leon's mercy.

There's something about Piers when he blushes that Leon can just never get enough of, that pink on tan and those hazel eyes blown wide in want. The millions of freckles scattered everywhere, faint as they might be, and how Leon can never keep himself from counting them with his lips until he loses track and has to start again. Piers doesn't have a lot of body hair but the thatch on his chest is nice for Leon to comb his fingers through, to follow as it vanishes on the upper part of his stomach just to reappear below his navel. Then, of course, the happy trail that goes down to Leon's favorite sight on earth.

"Stop teasing me," Piers says. He's still trying to be cute about it, trying to draw Leon in and using every trick he has to get things going, but--

"Thought you said you could take it," he murmurs, tonguing over the mark he's made, exhaling heavily across Piers' skin. "Taste of your own medicine?"

"I can, I just--"

"If you actually want me to stop, I will," Leon says, "but if not…"

He fists Piers loosely, the man having been hard for a while now. Piers' back arches, a relieved moan shuddering out of him. "Fuck, please, please," he mutters, but Leon doesn't move. He twitches his hips up and whines, "Lee."

"We've got all night, pretty boy," Leon teases, giving Piers a single stroke before pulling away. "Think you can last that long?"

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"You look really pretty right now," Piers grins.

Leon throws him a tired look over his shoulder, half a glare and half exasperation. He's down on his hands and knees scrubbing at the carpet where Lucky barfed while they were out, a bottle of cleaner beside him and the air sharp with the scent of it. They'd changed before Leon had started dealing with it, meaning that he's in a pair of mismatched socks, threadbare sweats, and a stained shirt that's two sizes too big (Chris's, maybe). The sweats cling, and the position he's in gives Piers an excellent view of his ass as it works back and forth with each vigorous scrub.

"Do you want dog barf in our carpet or not?" Leon asks.

"Not," Piers says, laid out in bed on his stomach with his chin propped on his forearms. "I'm just saying."

"Uh huh," Leon mutters, and Piers barely stifles a laugh as the man gets back to work. His ass shakes back and forth, back and forth, back and-- "Quit staring at me."

Piers says, "You're my husband. I'm allowed to stare as much as I want."

"Since when?"

"Since you said 'I do.'"

"You're supposed to save that for the good shit, you know." Leon sits back on his haunches and folds the hand towel in on itself before spraying more cleaner, glancing at Piers again with a raised brow. "Like when we're in bed?"

Piers, more seriously than he means to, says, "Lee, you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. It doesn't matter what you're wearing or where we are."

The truth of it is that he's spent every moment he's known Leon admiring him and staring at him, watching how the light falls across his face and makes his hair glow, how his smile is only crooked when it's a real one, the way that the years have pressed lines into the corners of his eyes, how he looks back at Piers like he's… worth something.

Leon is pink in the face as he looks away and hunches over the stain again. After a beat, he says, "Shut up."

Piers grins. "Never."

[edutainer2022]

Character Ask Game

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

For Scott.

@janetm74 Thank you so much for the ask!

I will revisit a little meta I did on getting to know Scotty as a character and have some additions.

"How do I love thee, let me count the ways". I stumbled into TAG through Tumblr osmosis I think some time in the second half of Season 1 run. I remember liking the 2004 movie, and I zeroed in on the "missing Dad" part, but I was generally amiably "on the fence" and non-committal. Nice boys, overall. A little bit too much focus on "child hero" Alan (because it's a kids cartoon and you're an adult, duh!). I was dabbing into bits and pieces here and there, not having a full picture. Tunnels of Time drew my attention, because of the sheer DEVASTATION Scott demonstrated. The elder brother and in charge sans Dad - I was bound to pay attention. John was the character I am - an introverted "intellectual". But the Tall, dark, charismatic and going kinda recklessly nyoooom didn't hurt either. Then I came across Recharge. And it hit me like that Runaway train. My Dad died when I was 22 and I took over as head of the family, as my Mom checked out in grief. I'm fairly sure I GAVE THAT SAME SPEECH in the Arctic tent to someone at some point - I miss him, I HAVE TO DO IT ALL (and do it fast), keeping busy with IR the PhD/work/postdoc/more work is the only thing that keeps me from going crazy. Verbatim. I'm still giving that speech sometimes. I saw a mirror of grief, self-worth issues and (non)coping mechanisms I recognized so much it was uncanny. So I knew these things: I've met yet another character that I know all too well what makes tick and will love forever - it's pretty much always the same character, give or take; the uppity Top Gun Flyboy persona is absolutely a facade - he's Tall, Dark, and Emotionally Compromised (hello there, sweetie!); I need to rewatch the earlier episodes keeping that in mind. And of course, Recharge (re)contextulizes everything - chasing a sizable city time and again to martyr himself for or to generally self-destruct, chasing Dad's shadow pretty much beyond the edge all but consciously (pretty candid for a kids show), going insane with a combo of worry, grief and guilt, keeping up the Next in Command mantle, sometimes just barely, the whole convo with Lee up to and including asking him to stay, the Chain of Command implications, the Hood's return implications, randomly adopting people and pushing them to be and do better. And just like that, I SAW Scott Tracy.

That was nine years ago, give or take. I've been through more losses, pressure of "command", responsibility, betrayal and just plain tragedy ever since. And every step of the way I feel I can relate to Scott more. The need to lift and inspire people to be their best selves - even when your own soul is writhing in pain and doubt. The crippling guilt over failure. The understated loneliness. The very unsubtle nonexistent concept of personal happiness. Being back in fandom also helped me explore (and confirm) and share lots of nuance about this character that I also felt were true. I wish for Scott a lot healthier emotional coping structure and support going on into his next decade than I got his age. He's my emotional support emotional wreck and disaster.

[giggly-squiggily]

Hi Squiggly! I’m so excited for the Candy Hearts event! I was wondering if I could request Tsukkiyama (can be platonic or romantic) with either Cutie or Babydoll? Maybe lee!Tsukki?

Hi anon! :D You're too kind! Oh I've been loving these two so much ajrjaejreajkrj You may absolutely request them! :D I've gotcha covered, anon!

Cutie: "You can't hide from me, I can hear you laughing!" + Babydoll: "Keep your arms up!"

“Keep your arms up.” Tsukishima raised his own to demonstrate. “Just like this.”

Yamaguchi mimicked him, stretching on his toes to try and match his height. His fingers didn’t come close to the blondes. “I can’t reach them!”

“That’s because you’re short. Come on, you’re almost there..” Yamaguchi did as told, putting all his effort into it. It almost seemed like Tsukishima’s palms got further!

…He looked down.

“You-!” He cried seeing the blonde on his toes, earning a burst of laughter from his friend. “You’re doing this on purpose!”

“No, really! You can reach it.” Snickering as he landed back on his heels, Tsukishima gave him a teasing smirk as he wiggled his fingers, taunting the other. “We’re not that far off in height- try to grab my hands again.”

“Oh, I will this time!” Tsukishima didn’t know what that meant, nor did he know what the devious little grin the other wore meant.

 Before he could ask, fingers latched onto his sides, making him shoot his arms down halfway with a surprised yelp.

“Oh, what’s this? Surprised you, didn’t I?” Yamaguchi giggled as the taller boy grabbed at his wrists, trying not to crack. “You can’t hide from me, I can hear you laughing Tsukki! Give in!”

“N-Never!” He grunted, only for a giggle to escape. Then another, and another. Soon he was laughing helplessly, doubled over in Yamaguchi’s embrace. “Stahahhap, stahhahahap!”

“Are you gonna keep messing with me?” The brunette raised an eyebrow, smiling when Tsukishima wheezed.

“Nohoohoohoho, Ihiiih’ll doohohooho it rihihihihight!”

“Promise?”

“Prohohohomise! Prohoohohmise, now stahhahhap!”

Yamaguchi did so- but not before giving his friend one last squeeze. Helping him raise his arms once more, he took a few steps back. “Ready?”

“Heh…hehe..yehhah, hurry up..” The other groaned, watching Yamaguchi take a running start. With a small leap, their hands slapped together in a sky bound high five.

“Yeah! There we go-Ehehehahahahahhahaha!” His victory was short lived when the blonde grabbed his sides, squeezing relentlessly. “Tsuuhuhuhuhukki!”

“Hush, you got your high five. Now I get my revenge.”

Send me a candy heart and I'll write a dabble for it!

[thedryswan]

Five Go Adventuring!

Not sure how far this Enid Blyton-esque fic will go (especially since there's Regency AU also brewing in the author's mind), but here's a snippet. In this AU, Lucy Tracy is still alive....

The opinion of the Harley Street doctor was that Mrs Tracy would benefit from the fresh sea air at Eastbourne. Mr Tracy, only too happy to take his wife to the coast if it would help her recovery, soon found a house for a short term rental. It was perhaps a little small for such a large and boisterous family and, in spite of how much their parents loved their five sons, there was a feeling that the boys required a great deal more space and adventure than they could afford. Mrs Tracy, also, needed some peace and quiet to still her nerves and sleep.

Unable to fully devote himself to both wife and sons, Mr Tracy had the idea that they might enjoy the bracing air and open landscapes of Devonshire. To that end, he sent a telegram to his wife’s sister, living in the small coastal town of Lynton. The lady replied by return of post to say that, while her house was not extensive in its size, it would nevertheless be sufficient so long as some of the boys didn’t mind sharing rooms.

A local nurse undertaking to watch over Mrs Tracy for the two days of Mr Tracy’s absence, trunks were packed and Mr Tracy climbed aboard a train from Brighton to the London stations. At Paddington, he hugged each boy individually, giving instructions to his eldest, seventeen year old Scott.

“When you get to Exeter St Davids, you should find either your Aunt Valerie or Uncle Lee waiting for you. Not too much mischief!” he ordered, looking towards his youngest two sons. Seven year old Alan and nine year old Gordon seemed to be able to get into all sorts of unlikely scrapes. Virgil, a burly fifteen year old, was looking forward to new landscapes which he could spend all day sketching and thirteen year old John would be content if there were books to read.

Seeing the boys safely ensconced in their carriage and handing them the heavy picnic basket, full of sandwiches, bottles of ginger ale, fresh apples and a fruit cake wrapped in a clean teatowel, warning them not to eat it all at once, he stood back as the steam train blew its whistle and the guard waved his green flag, jumping on the running board of his van. Watching and waving as long as the train was in sight, he sighed and turned away, going in search of his train back to Brighton.

He was entirely confident that his sister in law and her husband would be able to keep a close watch on his boys. They were each well meaning and eager lads, brought up to respect their elders and, all excepting Scott, not over hasty. Leaning back in his seat as the train pulled away from the station, the last thought in his head before dozing off what just how much trouble could five boys really get into.

Aboard their own train, his sons chatted excitedly about whither they were bound, hoping that their time Devonshire would be full of adventure.

Adventures there would be, as well as daring feats of bravery, and had they only known how much, their eyes would have started from their heads.

[phenomenalgirl9]

I'm a man: Lee Know x Reader

Summary: Lee Know has forever been in love with you, while you were clueless to his and even your own feelings.

A/n: it's cliché but well, it is what it is. A little smut in the end, very little.

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"But WHY?!" you shouted at your now ex-boyfriend. "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?!"

"Sorry Y/n, it is what it is" and with that he left. As you broke down on the floor crying and weeping. You fished out your phone and dialled a specific contact. The call went through a very familiar voice answer

"M-M- Min- ho?" You stuttered out almost out of breath and sobbing.

"Wait there, I'm coming"

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"You can't do this to yourself" Minho said as he rubbed your back in a soothing manner as you were cuddled to his side bawling your eyes. He is not even bothered that his tshirt is getting wet.

"I can't help it, I just really trusted him" you said.

"Well, I told you not to trust so easily. I'll see that asshole myself though" he said.

"You'd do no such thing" you warned.

"Yeah I won't" he said.

"I'm serious Minho, YOU won't go after him" you said "Promise me?"

"What?" He whined, but you pulled out your pinky. Minho couldn't help but feel warm in his heart seeing how cute you are even in such a situation "Okay. I won't go after him" he said linking his pinky with yours.

And he just hugged you tighter, as he hummed a sweet melody. You just lulled to sleep with all the tiredness.

Next morning, you woke up, no sign of Minho, which was strange because it was a Sunday and Minho's bag was still on the couch. Where did he go so early? You thought and as if on cue you heard a knock. You opened to find Jisung, your other friend plus neighbour, and found Minho beside him. But his state, he had a black eye and a burst lip, and a bruise on his cheek.

"OH MY GOD MINHO!!!" you shrieked "What have you done?!"

He was smiling like an idiot and you looked at Han Jisung for some explanation.

"He got into a fight with your boyfriend?" Jisung said.

"EX!" Minho corrected him

"Yeah right. But don't worry, he planted more blows than he recieved" He chuckled, as he took Minho to the couch.

"I told you to not go after him" you said as you examined his face.

"I didn't" he said, but you stared at him "I swear I didn't, he punched me first. Ask Han he saw it" you looked at Jisung who nodded. You huffed and grabbed the first aid kit.

Jisung and you talked a bit about your ex and the fight, and then he went as he had some work.

You were done treating the rest of the wounds, so you paid attention to his bust lip.

"You could have gotten hurt" you said in a serious tone as you as you applied some antiseptic and he winced

"As if that bastard could one up me" he scoffed

"But why Minho?" You said. You didn't want hin to do this, you didn't want him to have to feel bound to do it. It's okay.

"At first, I was just gonna pass him, but he was the one who came at me. And then HE landed a punch okay! I'm glad he did. Cause he deserved the blue eye and bruises. He messed with you!" He said. You could see the anger in his eyes seething like a fire under ashes. So you did the easiest thing that came to your mind. You hugged him, tight. You felt him immediately at ease under your touch as he buried his head at the crook of your neck. And that was it, you broke down again, all your resorts and thoughts broke. Minho just held you close to himself.

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You went to work and came back, Minho was staying with you to "keep an eye" that you're taking care of yourself. Your friends finally planned to go clubbing on a friday night.

"C'mon Y/n! It's been 3 weeks!" Yuna said.

"So what. I'm not sad or moping okay. I just dont feel like going. You guys should go" you said.

"Okay" you heard Minho say.

"Okay?" You repeated.

"Yeah okay. You don't wanna go. It's okay. Yuna you guys go, I won't go either" Minho said. Of course there's a catch, it's Lee Minho.

"Minho!" You said and he looked at you, those piercing eyes seemed to be bearing deep into your soul. You felt bad, he had been at your side for 3 weeks. He missed 2 weeks of your Friday night hangouts with your friends and you knew Minho loved this tradition you guys had, him being one of the ones who started it. You can't let him keep missing stuff and you shouldn't either.

Minho smiled to himself, even Yuna in front of you and Jisung at the door could see, literal gears turning in your head until you said "No! I'll go"

So the others left as Yuna dug into your closet to find an outfit.

"Are you sure I should wear this? I mean I bought this but there's a reason I never wore it" you said. With the shiny lbd in your hand.

"C'mon Y/n it's not that short. You'll look hot!" Yuna said and you gave up.

(Something like this)

You were met with cat calls as you walked to the table with Yuna and Felix to where all your other friends were seated.

You looked over at Minho and your breath hitched, your heart beat increased.

What you didn't know was the same happened to him. No its not like you both were seeing each other in new light. Lee Minho has always been in love with you.

"Damn Minho you look hot" you said as you took a seat between Bangchan and Jisung. You noticed Minho's cheeks a bit dusted with pink but you didn't think much of his.

"Damn bitch I missed you so much the last two weeks!" Dahyun said

"How are you Y/n?" Bangchan asked, taking your hand and holding it.

"I'm better Channie, thanks to Minho, I realised that Mark was actually a dick" you said

"Yeah and he deserved the beating" Jisung said. And soon drinks flowed in and were downed. All except Chan, Yuna and Minho let loose as those 3 were the designated drivers for today. They kept a close eye on the rest of you.

Minho's eyes especially never leave you. It's not like he doesn't want to, but he couldn't. His eyes wouldn't move from the exposed skin, from the way the dress hugged your curves so perfectly and the way you danced with Dahyun swaying your hips. He was so lost in you. That was the moment he decided, this time he wont let you go.

"You know that she likes you too right?" Yuna asked

"What?" Minho asked

"Don't act naive, we see your lingering eyes and stuff on her" Bangchan said "And don't think I didn't see you seething when I took her hand in mine" he said teasing the younger boy.

"I can't help it. I've been in love with her for years while she doesn't give me a blink in the daylight" he scoffed, eyes going back to you.

"You know she likes you, how long are you gonna stand on the sidelines and watch her get hurt every time! When you could give her exactly what she wants and needs and more" Yuna said. Minho nodded his head, he wont let you hurt yourself and him like this. With that Minho got up, and walked to you.

"Hi Minnie" you said as you motioned him to come closer and as soon as he did, you wrapped your arms and held them behind his neck. Swaying to the music, as if on queue the beat dropped to a slower song and the dance floor got into pairs with some of the people walking away. You noticed Dahyun with Jisung and Hyunjin and Felix in each other's arms and chuckled as you locked eyes with Minho. Those eyes, you wished you could just get lost in them . The intoxication in you letting all your feelings go that you had kept at bay, you kept your head on his chest as he held you closer. You looked up at him with your big eyes, and he could see the pure love you had for him. Oh how you wished, his hand to roam around your body, to feel those plump lips on yours. You never realised you were inching close until Minho looked away, still holding you close to him. Your intoxicated mind could hardly process anything.

When the song ended he pulled you away from the dance floor as the others followed. With a very drunk and chatty Jisung and you in the car Minho drove off.

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It's been a week since Minho has finally gone home. He texted you today and said he was coming tonight and he wanted to tell you something and you dare not try to avoid him like you've been doing for this past week. You were tensed, did he want to speak about how you almost kissed him. It wasn't your strongest moment but damn he looked away it means he doesn't like you. Ouch, why did that hurt? It's better for him to not like you. That way you wont lose him. Yuna's voice rang in your head from when she told you the other morning

"Trust me he didn't take his eyes off you!" She said

"Yes because he wanted to make sure I didn't do anything stupid" you to defended

"So you don't think that revealing dress had anything to do with that?" She said visibly annoyed

"No, he doesn't see me like that" you said

"Why Y/n? Why are you still afraid?" She asked finally

"Because relationships break, they get bitter, I don't want Minho to get tired of me and lose him" you said.

You were so busy thinking that you didn't hear the sound of the keypad at the door, or the door openning and closing.

"Y/n-ah" Minho whined and sat beside you keeping his head on your shoulder.

"Tired?" You asked running your fingers through his hair.

He mumbled something as his arms wrapped around you. You can't help but try to quiet down your heartbeat that was rapidly beating.

"I wanted to tell you something" he said and with that he pulled away and sat in a way that you'd be facing him directly.

"Y/n I-"he started and took his hands in yours "I like you, more than a friend. I can't take this, time after time seeing you with another guy. If I have to see that again then I'll kill him."

You pulled you hands away, no, no he can't "But you pulled away!" You whispered.

"Yeah that's because i didn't want you to do something like that when you're wasted" he said making sense.

"But I thought you don't see me in that light!?" You whined

"How can I not? l? I'm a man okay!!" he said.

"Good because that was a drunk mistake!" You said you said as you got up and moved to get some space between you too.

"Yah! What do you mean by a mistake?!" Minho asked, visibly hurt.

"That we are best friends and that's what we should be" you said.

"So you don't like me?” He said

"I like you as my best friend" you said

"Oh yeah?" He said inching closer to you "You don't feel anything for me right?" He asked while still walking forward his eye threatening like a feline, sharp.

Until you hit the wall and he caged your body between his arms. "Then you must not feel anything if I come this close to you?" He said, more like taunted. Whom were you kidding? Your heart was about to leap to your mouth.

"Why are you silent Y/n ssi?” he asked in a whisper. His voice is low, his face dangerously close to yours, you could feel his breath fan on your lips, so when you didn't protest and just stared into Minho's eyes, your own breath mixing with his, he crashed his lips on yours. You still froze up too much in your head, but Minho pulled back and almost growled "Don't fight it". And that was it you couldn't take it anymore you kissed him back and the two of you melted into each other.

Damn, you always wondered what his lips would feel like. His hands slid to your neck as he bent you head to get better access. Your hands tangled at his hair.

The two of you finally pulled away feeling the necessity of air.

"Don't be afraid please I'll never leave you alone" he promised you.

You knew by the look in eyes that he meant it.

And thus, here you were having a full on make out session with your now boyfriend as you stranddled his lap. His hands on your waist as they slowly roamed about to find wonders, his shirt was already long taken off by you. Minho pulled away from your lips to immediately attack your neck, you could feel him, sucking and licking at various parts until suddenly a moan escaped "Minho!" You moaned as it gave him more boost to give you the hickey that he delicately made. With one swift move he took off your top and placed kisses all over your chest with occasional bites and be was driving you crazy. You could feel the pool in the mess you call panties, so you started humping his thigh.

"Someone is eager?" Minho asked pulling away with a smirk.

"Shut up" you said and attached your lips to his.

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[xflippinfrogx]

Okay!! hmmm so I feel both reggie and james don’t get enough lee! Moments in fics (in mauraders fics I’ve seen anyway) Soo maybe like switch? I’m not that creative like you are soo I can’t give a specific prompt in grand detail but maybe james wanting to be annoying and tickling reggie when he’s in his usual bad mood but james paying the price for it in the end? Something like that? but feel free to do something completely different :)

you’re content is literally amazing !!🤍🤍

-friendly anon (might reveal myself when confident enough lol)

Not in the mood..

A/N~ AHH YOURE SO SWEET!!!!! I totally agree, these cuties deserve so much more love.. Love the prompt btw!! I hope you enjoy reading it as much I enjoyed writing it!!

(P.S. I have my suspicions as to who you are but I would love to know I’m so curious!! There’s no pressure but I’d love to finally meet my friendly anon<33) ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

LEE~ Regulus & James

LER~ James & Regulus

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💙THIS IS A SFW TICKLE FIC, NSFW DNI💙

It was a beautiful day at Hogwarts. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping. A picture perfect scene.

But Regulus was too busy hating the world to notice it.

If he’s being honest he doesn’t know why he’s angry today, he just is??

Normally there’s a reasonable explanation for his anger but he can’t seem to find one..

Right now he just wants to flaunt his teenage angst by glaring at the patch of grass he was currently picking at.

But then his dumb boyfriend decided he wanted to show up and be annoying. Damn Potter and his stupid pretty face.. and his ridiculously soft hair…

Maybe Regulus didn’t mind him being there.. Yeah he kinda liked the company.. but that wasn’t going to get in the way of his pointless brooding, no way!!

“Reggie I’ve been looking everywhere for you!!”

James was grinning ear to ear as he bounded over to him, he looked a bit like a puppy Regulus thought. “What are you doing moping by yourself when you could come play quidditch with me!?” James asked, his energy was practically radiating from him.

Regulus would have agreed, how could he not with the way James was looking at him? But he wanted to keep up his angry facade a while longer. Gotta uphold that reputation you know?

“I’ll play later, I’m not in the mood right now.” He replied focusing back on his grass plucking.

“But I’m so booored.” James whined. He was now sat next to Regulus, their knees knocking against one another.

“Then go and annoy Sirius or something.”

“Sirius is busy being all mushy with Remus, they kicked me out of the dorm.. I don’t want to think too much about why.” He shuddered.

Regulus wrinkled his nose, he didn’t want to think about it either.

He also didn’t want to think about the fact that his boyfriends hands seemed to be wandering awfully close to him. (Not like that you dirty minded scoundrel)

“Regulus I’m not gonna leave you alone until you say yess.” He smirked poking the younger boys stomach.

He turned his head away, stifling his laughter into the back of hand.

“C’mon just one round? I’ll go easy on you!!” He teased, hands creeping up Regulus�� sides.

“Jahames I don’t want to plaHAY QUIDDITCH RIHIGHT NOW!! GO AWAHAY!!” He shrieked as James reached his lower ribs.

James’ cheeks were practically splitting in half with how wide he was smiling. He hadn’t expected Regulus to lose it that quickly but he definitely wasn’t complaining.

“Aww would you listen to those giggles!! Not so moody and mysterious now huh Reg?” “I hahahate you soho muhuch.” Soft giggly laughter pouring from his mouth. “We both know that’s a lie my love.” James replied while admiring his blushy mess of a boyfriend.

Regulus saw his chance and quickly reversed their positions pushing James to ground and pinning his arms to his sides.

“You really thought youhu were going to gehet away with that? I don’t think soho Potter.” He spoke trying to seem intimidating. In reality he just looked like a giggly little kid.

But god was that kid about to wreck his boyfriend.

James immediately tried to wriggle out of Regulus’ firm hold but he was already weak from the anticipation. Regulus wasted no time tracing over his loves worst spots adoring every squeal and shriek he made. He loved him so much. But not enough to show mercy just yet~

He spent the next few minutes exploring every last spot he could think of.

“REGGIE PLEAHEHESE!!”

“James you’re practically a walking tickle spot it’s hilarious!!” Regulus teased through his own laughter.

“Are you sorry for annoying me?,” He eased up slightly not wanting to overwhelm him too much.

“I aham!! I’m sohorryhy” His laughter was frantic and bubbly as Regulus slowly dragged his fingers across his lower stomach.

“Are you sure~” Regulus asked digging his thumbs into the other boys hips.

“YEHEHEHES I PROHOMISE!! PLEAHESE STAHAHAP!!” His laughter turned silent and Regulus took that as his cue to stop. He pulled his still giggling boyfriend into his arms.

“Youhure ehevil.” Laughter dying down, James snuggled into Regulus’ chest.

“But you love me, idiot.” He smiled fondly at him while gently rubbing away any remaining tingles from his attack. They laid there limbs tangled together for who knows how long. Neither of them truly cared, they were content with each others silent company. Until Regulus broke the silence.

“Hey James?”

“Mm?”

“You still up for quidditch?”

“Maybe later.. I’m not in the mood right now.” He replied hugging his boy closer.

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But I Love You

Wordcount ≈ 2.1k

Warnings: Angst, food, I think that’s it, 

Pairing: Lee Chan (Dino) x reader

Genre: Soulmate au, angst, fluff, 

Summary: Imagine a world where soulmates exist and you know exactly who your soulmate is but a curse lays upon you keeping you from understanding them or touching them. This is the reality of Lee Chan and his soulmate (Y/n). 

Loosely based on “I Don’t Understand but I Love You” By Seventeen’s performance unit. Anything written in italics is part of the English-translated lyrics. 

When they speak and words are bolded, the soulmate can’t understand it. Anything marked with ** is things they write. 

I did not intend to write for the entire performance unit first, lol, but it happened that way. 

Please reblog! Requests are open! 

Chan’s POV

The world can be very cruel. People speak of fate and destiny as miraculous beings who have given us the greatest gift of all, soulmates. Every person has one fated soulmate somewhere in the world, a person they are bound to meet and spend the rest of their life with. But I say it’s a curse, at least for me. For I can’t speak with my soulmate nor can I touch her, it’s like she’s so close yet so far. (Y/n) my lovely soulmate. We found each other last year in our dreams, a normal way to meet your soulmate. I thought it was only because of the dreams that we couldn’t come closer than 1 meter, or speak with each other. 

The first night that we dreamt of each other I was so excited to finally meet my soulmate. However, my excitement was quickly ruined when I tried to speak with her she just looked at me with confusion clear on her face and when she tried to answer me I couldn’t make out a single word except her name. (Y/n). I tried running over to her, to at least hug her, hold her, but as I came upon the 1-meter mark, I ran into an invisible wall. I punched, kicked, and screamed at the wall hoping it would come down. (Y/n) looked back at me and put her hand on the wall, as you’d see in a movie, and I put mine ajar to hers, hoping this curse would end fast. I wished every night before falling asleep that I would finally understand her or be able to hold her. However, my wishes never came true for each night was the same. 

Through some miracle, we managed to communicate our home countries and cities to each other and so (Y/n) is moving here today. She’s moving to South Korea, to me. We’re hoping that maybe the curse will be broken once we’re actually in front of each other.

When I only see you, my heart gets jealous of my eyes. 

I was waiting at the airport, I knew when and where to wait thanks to us figuring out how to somewhat communicate through writing. It wasn’t perfect but it was a start. The second I saw her my heart began beating quicker, she was even prettier in real life. “(Y/n)!” She looked up at me from where she was walking and waved to me. “Chan!” I looked around us and saw that it wasn’t that crowded so I decided to run to her, ready to envelop her in a hug. I ran without a second thought but just as I seemed to be able to reach her, I met a wall. “No, no, no. This can’t be happening,” “Chan,” I kept punching at the wall, hoping I could break through it, I felt my eyes watering. “Chan! Pull yourself together, hey,” I finally looked back into her eyes and found that she too was fighting to hold back her tears. We still can’t understand each other nor can we touch one another. At least we’re closer now than in our dreams, I’m only a few centimeters away from her compared to the one meter in our dreams. It’s one step in the right direction but it’s not enough. I want to be able to tell her how beautiful she is, how much she means to me, and how much I love her, I want to learn more about her, I want to understand her. 

It makes me desperately wish again, but I'm more afraid that it will get erased in between thе confusing words.

“Come,” We figured out that saying just one basic word in either of our languages allowed us to understand each other so saying ‘hey, come, yes, no,’ things like that would have to do for now. Writing worked for simple sentences but nothing too complex, it would just become a blur, only allowing us to see the basics. For 1 year I have seen her in my dreams, yet I know almost nothing about her because of this stupid curse. (Y/n) walked beside me as I led her out toward my car so I could drive us home. Home, to my apartment, I hope she will like it here, especially with me. She gave up everything to come be here with me even though our situation is complicated. I looked down at our hands, dreaming about how it would be to hold her hand, interlacing our fingers, yet as I tried reaching for her hand I was once again met with the invisible wall keeping us apart. “I know, I want to hold you too,” (Y/n) looked so sad as she too stared at our hands, I think I understood what she meant just from her eyes, but I’m worried that the barrier between is too grave. “I’m sorry,” “Don’t be, Chan,” Once we reached the car I loaded her luggage into the trunk while she sat down in the passenger seat. I got in the driver’s seat and looked at (Y/n) before starting the car and driving home. The drive was silent except for the music that played in the background. Just as I parked the car (Y/n) asked a question that surprised me. “Is it your song?” I hadn’t been paying attention to the radio bus after her question I tuned it back in and realized that it was in fact a song by my group, Seventeen. “Yes, my song,” “It’s good,” “Thank you,” That was one thing I had managed to tell (Y/n) about myself, that I was a kpop-idol but I couldn’t tell her of which group but maybe she had managed to figure it out and that’s how she could tell it was my group’s song. “How did you know?” “Your voice,” “You recognized my voice?” “I don’t understand,” “My voice?” I tried to show her through body language what I meant but it wasn’t great. “I know you,” “Amazing,” I smiled brightly at her and felt my hand twitch, wanting to raise it to caress her cheek. But I stopped myself, knowing it wouldn’t work. “Let’s go,” And so we went in. It wasn’t a big apartment but it was enough for the two of us and with this, we didn’t have to share a house with my 12 groupmates. Once we were inside I showed her which room would be hers and where mine was, she seemed to like the apartment because she was smiling the whole time. “Pretty,” “Like it?” “Yeah, I do,” I pointed to her luggage and to her room to which she nodded and went inside it. I let out a sigh before texting my hyungs that (Y/n) and I had arrived home, to which they answered with a question regarding when they get to meet her. 

While (Y/n) was unpacking her things I began preparing the meal that Mingyu had pre-prepped for me, I’m not the worst cook but I’m also not great so I asked if Mingyu could help me with the first meal (Y/n) would eat here. I prayed that (Y/n) would like it, if not we could always order takeout. “Channie,” I turned around shocked, so lost in my own thoughts that I hadn’t heard (Y/n) coming out of her room. My heart also skipped a beat at the nickname, it was the first time she had used something other than ‘Chan’. “Hmm?” “What are you making?” “[insert food]” “Sounds good,” (Y/n) took out a pen and a little block of paper before she began writing.

      *Are you good at cooking?* 

“I’m okay, you?” “Pretty good,” She smiled so brightly, she was so cute. “Cute,” (Y/n) looked at me a little shyly as she blushed before she pointed to herself with a questioning look and all I could do to answer was nod my head. (Y/n) began writing again. 

     *What’s the name of your group?*

“Seventeen,” I thought she would look at me like she did all those times in our dreams when I had tried to tell her but she couldn’t understand, but this time she didn’t. 

     *Can you play some of your songs?*

“Sure” I started a playlist of our songs before the food was ready and we sat down to eat. “It’s good,” “Food or the song?” “Both,” For the rest of the evening we just sat by each other as close as the stupid invisible wall let us, listening to music and occasionally writing a question to each other.

You don't have to understand 

“I love you, (Y/n). I really do,” (Y/n) looked up at me sadly because she couldn’t understand what I just said. That’s what hurts the most, no matter how many times I tell her I love her, she can’t understand me. Nor can I understand her if she has ever said those words to me. “It’s okay,” 

     *You don’t have to understand* 

I wrote and (Y/n) answered by writing back: 

      *We’ll overcome this, Chan. We have to,*

After that, we decided it was time to go to bed so we said good night and went to our separate rooms. 

All the words that exist in the world, It's enough for just the two of us to know. With the growing wave of emotion. You know, there are more important things than words between us. 

For the first time in a year, as we slept we didn’t meet each other in our dreams. Perhaps, because we didn’t have to meet there anymore now that we lived together. That morning as I woke up, I yearned to see (Y/n) because I missed seeing her in my dreams. I hurriedly got dressed and went into the kitchen to find (Y/n) standing by the stove making breakfast. I walked up to her and without thinking stood behind her before wrapping my arms around her. (Y/n) was quite startled and jumped as my arms encircled her waist in a tight hug. It took me a few seconds to realize that I was in fact giving her a back hug, a real back hug. I could touch her, I can actually touch her. “Chan!” “(Y/n)!” She moved the pan away from the stove before turning around and throwing her arms around my neck bringing me into a tight hug. “We’re hugging,” “Yeah, finally,” We kept our arms around one another for 15 minutes, and we ended up sitting on the floor, neither one ready to let the other go in case it was a one-time thing. What if the curse was playing a trick on us? “I love you, (Y/n), I love you so much,” (Y/n) began crying and hugging me tighter. “I don’t understand,” At that, I began crying too, the curse was still there, we were finally allowed to be close to each other but we still couldn’t understand what the other said. “I don’t understand but I love you, Chan. I really love you,” “I don’t understand but I love you, (Y/n), I really do,” I gently put my hand on her cheek, moving my thumb back and forth slowly before leaning in and kissing her. (Y/n) kissed me back as soon as my lips landed on hers. “I love you, we might not understand each other but I love you. We’ll find a way,” “Chan,” “I know, you don’t understand,” I said sadly, but as the words left my mouth I noticed the happy smile on her face. “No, Chan, I can understand you,” “And I understand you, (Y/n), I actually understand you!” “Just like a fairy tale, a true love's kiss removes the curse,” “Just in case it’s not totally lifted, we should kiss once more, right?” “Yeah, you know, just in case,” I leaned in once more, this time with a smile, and kissed my soulmate who I finally understood and could touch. Maybe the curse was there to make sure that we could love each other no matter what, whatever it was I don’t understand but I know I love you my dear soulmate, my (Y/n). 

[lookismfanfics]

HELLO can you PLEASE write a fluff for Jason yoon i love your works btw 😊💋🫶

yes

𝐂𝐚𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

G/N Reader Notes: I’ll die for Jason. He’s my roman empire. Anyway- some fem pronouns mighta slipped in there! Fluff... sorta!

Jason Yoon- the average-height drink of water that usually glues himself to someone else’s side. Anyone’s side… except for yours… it seems. Dark, brooding, intelligent; Jason could be found hovering around Jake Kim, rolling his eyes at the boss’ stubbornness and ill-timed humor. When he wasn’t with Jake then he was with Brad Lee; the two of them would walk wherever and whenever they wanted. Jason wasn’t even an extrovert… and yet you always saw him in the company of someone else. Well, actually, maybe he was an extrovert. Either way, he seemed to keep away from you. It was bothersome really. Jason had an attractive, captivating personality. A little brash sometimes, quiet and intuitive, but also stupid and hotheaded. He was a piece of work, honestly. Besides that… all he seemed to do was Taekwondo. You had nothing against it initially, but after a while it became the most attractive thing on the face of the planet.

That dark, sharply-angled glass of water… that stalky hunk, that mass of eye candy, never seemed to bat an eye in your direction. It’s not that you wanted his constant affection… but it was true that you hung around Big Deal more often than most. You were even considered friends with a majority of the highest ranking members. You weren’t overly attracted to any of them though. I mean… they were nice… but…

You sat on the stairs outside of a flower shop. Leaning against your knees, hands cupping your face, and feeling a little drowsy. It’s been thirty minutes since you arrived today to the street. Not very long. Half of that time you’ve spent here. On the stairs. Eavesdropping.

Honestly how can you not eavesdrop? The boss is washing his junky car, and his idiot goons (affectionate) are helping him. Lots of drama is bound to ensue.

At present Lineman and Jason are bickering about… the mental capacity of the other. You sit there, listening to them banter back and forth. While you admit, it’s not easy to tire from listening to Jason’s voice, or Lineman’s for that matter, it’s getting a little excessive. Especially when you try to interject and defend Lineman (who you’re pretty close to), only to have your words snuffed out.

Not glance your direction; not even a hint of acknowledging your words. At this point you’ve given up. You just watch as the two talk back and forth. “Don’t use the rough side of the sponge you idiot-”

“There’s no wrong side of the sponge! Look… they’re both soft-"

You sigh and refrain from smiling, watching as Lineman sheepishly realizes Jason was, once again, correct.

“Good try Lineman,” you chuckle. He turns to you with a slightly embarrassed smile. Jason, sure enough, ignores you again. He plows right on with a playful insult (at least it sounds more playful).

You furrow your brows slightly. You’re little hurt, actually. You understand, you can’t be friends with everyone. You’re probably not going to ever pluck up the courage to confess to him. Chances of ever being a couple are near zero. But still… something about him is starting to bug you. The hose nearby has fallen limp to the floor as the boys scrubs suds onto the car. You notice it’s still on.

Jason swats Lineman’s hand away as he begins invading his side of the car to wash. He shakes his head and tries not to smile, and succeeds. Lineman gawks, “What?”

“You missed some spots over there. Look-”

“(Y/N) might stare if you bend over…” Lineman mutters.

Jason whacks him with his soppy washcloth, glaring. Like he cares. He continues washing the left door of the car, shooting Lineman tiny glares when he can. “Hey Jason, d’ya think L-”

SQUIRT.

The entire side of the car is suddenly drenched in water. Including Jason. Lineman jumps backwards in surprise, staring down at his sopping wet arms and then back towards the car. The water turns off and drips from the hose, which then clatters to the floor as you awkwardly retreat.

Jason (and Lineman…. And Jerry now too-) stare back at you, exasperated and confused. Number Three stars to form a bitter glare, dropping the cleaning supplies and beginning to stalk towards you.

You take a couple steps backward, “Just… stop being such a jerk.”

You’ll admit… he was actually kinda… when he was all wet…

Arms wrap around your waist and you’re hoisted off the ground, carried and forced against the car… drenched in water yourself by Lineman and Jerry as Jason holds you in place.

Your sides hurt from laughing by the time they’re finished… and all you mind can think of is that Jason’s actually being chill for once.

Lineman turns off the hose, letting the water drip off to the side and grinning at your sopping wet selves. Jerry pats your head politely while you and Jason begin ringing out your clothes.

“I’m not a jerk,” Jason says.

“…Hey-! So soaking me out of spite isn’t jerky behavior?”

Jake calls from the opposite side of the car.

“He’s just being petty!”