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coralinnii · 1 year ago

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❋ You said what now? ❋

↳ He accidentally found out your feelings

feat: Ruggie ⭑ Chenya ⭑ Lilia ⭑ Epel

genre: fluff (uhh for the most part), humour,

note: no pronouns used with the reader, no explicit spoilers for book 7 in Lilia’s section, reader is referred as human in Lilia’s section, reader is implied to be a first year in Epel’s section, bad cat-related wording in Chenya’s section

Fun fact: while not obvious in the English translation, if you listen to Chenya’s Japanese voice lines, he likes to say “nya” at the end of his sentences.

Will I keep that fact in mind anytime Chenya pops up? Absolutely.

Also, I just started my college classes again last week (which is why I didn’t post last week). All of my classes are dense with text and quizzes so…I need to study real hard which will most likely eat up my time for writing. Good ol’ inconsistent me~

Although, I’m taking History and we focus a bit on the age of nobility and old kingdoms…so maybe some inspiration for my villain/ess!au series (or maybe not cuz history is weirder than one thinks…)

How it happened

Perhaps a little sneaky, Ruggie is someone reliable, resourceful, and fun to be around. You started to fall for him and even that sneaky side of his became endearing to you.

But bigger, financial priorities occupy the hyena beastman’s mind more than anything else. Unless he can make a madol from it or get a freebie, his interest in anything else is seemingly non-existent. It was rather easy to keep your feelings to yourself when the topic of love rarely, if ever, comes up.

So it came to a surprise to you when the shaggy-haired sophomore mentioned his coworkers at a part-time job he picked up in town.

He started ranting about how a duo at his workplace started an unlikely relationship a few days ago. According to him, the two were from two different worlds and didn’t appear to be either of their types.

“Doesn’t make any sense if you ask me” he mumbled, scratching his fluffy head by the sudden revelation at his job.

You nodded and hummed as he recounted his workday with you, but in all honesty, you didn’t share his confusion over the so-called sudden pairing. By the way Ruggie described the couple, it does sound like their personalities wouldn’t mesh well and would theoretically clash too much for anything to bloom between them.

But attraction follows no simple formula. No one can stop themselves from falling for someone. You yourself were an example.

“Love is never predictable, Ruggie.” you commented without thinking, perhaps too distracted by the cute love story of Ruggie’s coworkers or it could be that you’re drowning in the warm feelings from being so close to your crush that your mouth is running too comfortably on its own. “I mean, I never thought you were my type but I still ended up-“

You shut your mouth before you could finish but looking at the wide-eyed expression on Ruggie’s face, the effort was moot.

“You still ended up?”

…Shoot.

What happens now?

Colour him shocked. Ruggie never entertained the idea that you would like him, out of all people.

He could’ve pretended not to figure it out, or convince himself that it was a misunderstanding. But he knew when he saw your flustered embarrassment and your cute stuttering trying to come up with an excuse, there was no misunderstanding. You like him.

Ruggie has a good amount of ego and he wouldn’t downplay his boyish good looks (odds are it got him out of a few close calls), but in a school of celebrities, royalty, and guys with money coming out the wazoo? He knows when he’s outmatched.

To be honest, his brain froze for a moment at your slip up. He clutched his heart which stuttered out of beat, his ears and tail stood in attention like a meerkat. Jack was worried watching his upperclassman in such a daze while folding laundry, heck it even got Leona raising a brow over the uncharacteristic clocked out look on his shorter dormmate.

But, Ruggie is a workaholic hyena. Always planning his way to work up the ladder to earn some good madol. Even if he likes the idea of making a family of his own, romance wasn’t in his peripheral vision at the moment. Not while he’s working multiple jobs at once. He would honestly feel a little bad because he knows he’ll end up ignoring any poor soul stuck with him.

As bad as it is, he might at first think to pretend he heard nothing about your feelings. He couldn’t bring himself to make you go through that, to be in a relationship where work takes precedence over you.

But then he thought it wouldn’t be so bad…snuggling up to you during one of his rare free time. Maybe you’re the type to surprise him with lunch and he could rest on your lap while you brush his hair. Would you maybe rub his sore muscles after an arduous club training session? Having boyfriend privileges means no one can complain when he slides up to your side, keeping your attention to himself without having to share…

Screw it, he’ll figure something out. He’s a greedy hyena through and through

Shyeheehee! Better be ready for what you’re asking for. Once I’ve set my eyes on something, I’m not lettin’ it get away!

How it happened

This man is a literal magic trick, appearing and disappearing to revel in the shock of his unsuspecting audience. As elusive as he is, the times he does show up brings a shock of joy and excitement to you.

It seems that the purple-haired student has made it a habit to join the Heartslabyul’s unbirthday parties from time to time, enjoying the occasional chaos and keeping you company to your conflicted delight.

You didn’t know why but Chenya made it his mission to fluster you every chance he gets, with cheeky comments and sly touches as he leads you away from incoming mishaps such as a stray splash of paint or a flying slice of cake. You don’t know why but the cat-like menace has taken a shine to teasing you out of the blue. Sometimes he would suddenly whisper nonsensical riddles into your ear, or tap your shoulder to then poke your cheek as you turn. Small silly pranks that should annoy you but your body becomes filled with butterflies when he smiles that charming grin at you.

How maddening, you thought as you fell for another sneaky surprise from the impish beastman. Once again, Chenya appeared right behind you, smiling just over your shoulder which gave you and your friends a fright (for different reasons) to which he took pleasure in, judging from the mischievous grin on his lips.

Your shouting caught the attention of the other Heartslabyul students and recognizing the white jacket and castle emblem, their eyes boiled with competitive rage. An RSA student? On Night Raven territory?!

“Ah, looks like fun time is over. I’ll just show meowself out~” and like a mirage, Chenya’s figure disappeared as the NRC students failed to catch even a strand of his fur. Not even when he took a second longer to fade out just so he could teasingly tickle the tip of your nose with his fluffy striped tail.

The students kept on making a fuss, eager to teach the mischief maker a lesson for trespassing on rival territory. You sighed at the wasteful effort, assuming that Chenya would be smart enough to have left long ago.

“Why must my crush be such a frustrating person?” Angry hollers and Riddle’s commanding cease-and-desist orders overwhelmed your tired voice, and your soft words ended up softly carried off into the wind.

But your words caught the interest of a curious ear before it disappeared.

What happens now?

Curiouser and curiouser. He was not expecting such a confession. Though to be fair, he supposed you didn’t mean for anyone to hear it.

Chenya found joy being in your company. The shock in your bright eyes followed by your cute laugh sends a warm, giddy feeling in his heart that he just could not stop. He had a feeling he knew what these feelings could be but he was content with what he could get in the rare moments he can see you.

But now, when he realized what your cute reactions meant? That sends whole new exciting feelings within him. It’s fuzzy and warm as usual, but now also shocking and thrilling. The sneaky beastman is grinning for more than one reason now.

He won’t immediately confess back. Considering this wonderful predicament where you don’t know he knows of your affections, his playful nature compels him to milk the fun of this situation for all its worth.

If you thought his cheeky antics were bad enough, you haven’t seen his flirty side till now. Playful taps on the shoulders become sneaky grabs by the waist, and just when you think he’s gone, his signature grin would grace your vision as he fades into view, a little too close to your own face. Sometimes when he feels emboldened, Chenya would sweep you off your feet for a spontaneous walk along the sweet breeze.

When you’re finally at your wit’s end, when all his teasing and heart-fluttering gestures fills you to the point of combusting in flustered frustration, that’s when he’ll finally tell you his reciprocated feelings, perhaps while stealing a quick kiss when you least suspect it. All to see that terribly adorable look on your pretty face.

Every adventure requires a first step. I’m excited to see where we’ll go together from meow on~

How it happened

See, you thought he already knew. You swore he did. Why else would he tease you so much with his sweet compliments and flirty jokes? The mysterious senior spoke to you as though you were a naive child crushing on their older peer, which you supposed wasn’t entirely wrong.

The way he treated you with so much care and love that you wondered if he already suspected of your feelings and was being considerate to you. He listens to your rambles as though he has all the time in the world for you, compliments you on your achievements as though he’s genuinely proud of your hard work, and he jokes with you with that boyish charm of his. But the scarlet-eyed fae never pursued further with advances with you, which made you think that perhaps this was just who Lilia was, a strange but friendly man, unwilling to hurt your feelings. Were you grasping at straws and misconstruing his intentions?

With a heavy heart, you tried your best to give up your hopes but maintained a cordial bond with Lilia, not wanting to avoid the jovial fae so suddenly (well, without having to explain why anyways)

But one day, when you were walking with the smiling senior, he started talking about a souvenir shirt that Kalim had given him during their club meeting. It was a shirt patterned erratically with various colours and pictures of tiny bats littered about. It was an eccentric visual of fabric but it strangely fits the equally eccentric man.

“What are your thoughts? Would I not look absolutely adorable in this?” Lilia asked, holding the shirt in front in his uniform with a boyish smile, his fangs peeking out slightly. But you rolled your eyes as you sighed exasperated by this man’s antics.

“Don’t you think that’s unfair for you to ask me?” You looked at him with a pout, somewhat irritated at the mature fae you’re trying to get over. “Of course I’d said you would, considering how much I like you”

For a rare moment, Lilia turned wide-eyed at your words. “Pardon? Do you by chance… harbour feelings for me?”

Turns out, he didn’t know at all

What happens now?

Guess you can still surprise this old man. He had his suspicions but for all he knew that was how the youth were these days. He was fond of your shy expressions whenever he was around and he could hear the quickening of your heartbeat, but he didn’t want to assume. Perhaps you were just more on the skittish side.

In the centuries he lived, he saw love in many forms. In the recent centuries he lived, he got to experience some of those forms of love he’s seen, with the pain and joy that comes with it. To him, it couldn’t ask for more as he lives out the last few centuries he has left.

You however, were still vibrant like a freshly bloomed flower in its prime. Was that why he just couldn’t take his eyes off you? He couldn’t help but watch in admiration as you lived with almost enviable vigour. He felt pulled, entranced to be by your side for even just a moment, just to see that beautiful gleam of life (and love, he realized) in your eyes.

But Lilia felt a beat of guilt in his heart. Your life is so short in comparison to his own. You should be sharing your youth with someone as brilliant as yourself, not pining over an old soul like himself. Humans are fickle creatures but he supposed with such short lives, it’s best to be curious and experience all one can without regrets.

He would be honest with you, sharing his thoughts with you as though warning that your affections were better spent with someone that suited you better. It would be up to you to convince the stubborn fae that he was your choice, that you already decided he suited you just fine. All you’re asking from him is if he shared the same feelings as you did.

“I may have tried to get rid of my feelings before, but I’m choosing not to run away this time,” in your eyes, Lilia sees that same vibrant gleam that mesmerized him, almost breathing a new sense of life into him. “All I ask is if you feel the same way”

And he does. He’s lying to himself if he hasn't thought of a life with you where he could steal surprise kisses throughout the day, where he could bring you to soar through the night skies as he takes you to explore the world with him. He imagines a life of silliness but also a life of blissful content as he gazes at you like a beacon of light in his life, a new reason to live a bit longer.

Lilia feels ensnared by love once more, but the burning warmth in his soul is just too invigorating. He’s looking forward to this new chapter in his life, with you.

I do hope you’ve prepared yourself, my dear. Eternal love with a fae should not be taken lightly. But rest assured, I look forward to our new adventure

How it happened

You were Epel’s close friend and confidant, someone who he can share his achievements and woes with. Being so new to the college, the two of you depend on each other through thick or thin and along the way, you grew to see the lavender-haired freshman as more than just a companion.

He has a bit of a temper and is quick to the jump at times, but he was always there for you and even though he doesn’t always see eye-to-eye with them at times, he respects his seniors and takes their lessons to heart.

When he talks about how much he dislikes his height or his feminine features, you nodded along for his sake but you couldn’t tell him that you were actually in disagreement. You adore his fluffy locks that you occasionally got to touch with his permission and his light blue eyes felt like calming waves of the purest lake. Epel constantly swore to you that he’ll have his growth spurt and will even tower Leona in height, but you like how you could hold him close to you without issue.

You love all that he is, even if he’s not too keen on some parts himself

But you kept this all to yourself. You thought Epel had other priorities on his mind and you were scared that confessing would ruin the friendship you’d built with him. For now, you were content to be by his side for however long you can.

You were dead tired during a particularly harsh Flying class with Coach Vargas and you were barely conscious enough to keep your eyes open. It took everything you had to just nod along to whatever Epel was saying, something about some Savanaclaw students?

“Who they think they are, callin’ me cute like that? I outta rip off their yapper for underestimatin’ me.” You weren’t helping his point when you thought how cute his accent was as he grumbled about his day. You were falling in and out of consciousness but thought you should at least reply back to your friend…anything at all…

“I’m sorry…that happened…even though…I think…you’re really cute…”

You were already out cold to notice your friend frozen in place as you finished your drowsy comment, your head landing on his stiff shoulders.

What happens now?

ALDFIUAHLBWAIGLH

Congratulations, you broke your friend and you don’t even remember it. When you woke up, you couldn’t figure out why Epel was as bright red as his hometown’s apples. Epel couldn’t even bring it up without getting too tongue-tied, his accent sputtering out incomprehensible words.

The blue-eyed freshman was raking his brain for an explanation. You thought he was cute…really cute to be precise, but what does that mean? Did you like him? As in like-like him? Is it normal for non-countryside folk to just say something like that? But most students around here tend to mean it like an insult but you weren’t like them, you would never do that to him. So what did you mean by it??

Left without a choice, Epel thought about who he could ask about this, maybe one of his seniors. But he immediately reconsidered when he realized who his seniors were (Vil and Rook will never let this go and there’s no way Leona would entertain this conversation) and turned to the only adult he can trust, his meemaw.

In his letter, he asked his grandma what it means when someone you cherish calls you cute (not mentioning who) and after a few days of fidgeting and awkward encounters with very confused you, he finally got an answer from her.

“STOP SITTIN’ ON YOUR KEISTER TWIDDLIN’ ‘ER THUMBS! GO AND ASK, DAGNABBIT!”

And that’s how you were confronted by a flustered Epel about your cute comment one random school day. To be fair, you probably didn’t fare any better when you realized you let your thoughts slip out.

You may have confessed your attraction to him but Epel can still be the first to make the first move. Relationships and dating are all new to the petite freshman and honestly he felt a little weak in the knees, all the nerves wracking his body like his first broom ride. But the past few days, he couldn’t stop thinking about being with you, sweeping you off your feet, impressing you the only way he can, to have your eyes solely on him like he does when you’re around. Heck, he thought what it’d be like to grow old with you, holding you like no one else can as you spend day and night by each other’s side. All these thoughts and more is what spur him to take the next step.

I ain’t too great on love and romance, but I’ll work hard to show ya how much ya mean to me. I promise that!

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pleasantlycrazyworld · 2 months ago

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Logan's girl

Summary: Jessie's girl inspired; Jean has feelings for Logans girl and Logan over hears and gets insecure

Logan woke up to you in his arms and warmth fills him seeing you so peaceful in his arms. He hated that he had to get up, but he managed to move you away from him without waking you and he sneaked out of the room to start making breakfast for the two of you.

When he was heading to the kitchen, he overheard Jean talking to Storm while they were drinking coffee at the table in there. He didn't think anything of it and was about to continue going into the kitchen before he heard his name and your name, when he heard that he froze and started to actually listen to what she was saying.

"Logan is a great teammate, you know he's starting to be a good friend of mine but lately something changed itsn't hard to figure out, he got himself his girl and I-I really want to make her mine..." Jean admitted to Storm her feelings that she's been hiding for a while, and Logan felt his eyes widen.

He heard Storm gasps lightly "Jean you don't mean -" Jean cut her off and continued her ramble. "It's been killing me to see her watching him with those eyes, and she's loving him with that body, I-I just know it! And he's getting to hold her in his arms late at night!! I wish I was with Logan's girl, and you know I just feel so dirty when they start talking cute I wanna tell her that I love her, but the point is probably moot...she really does love him doesn't she?" Jean asked weakly, already knowing what the answer was. Storm felt for her friend, but at the same time, she couldn't believe what she was hearing.

No one has ever seen this side of Logan. Logan was actually in love, he really loved his girl. Anything with eyes could tell that she was the man's soft spot, and he was really starting to soften up with everyone around him, not just her. The two of you had been together for a few months now but in that spam of time Storm could see a change in Logan that she hoped lasted. Storm just hoped Jean didn't do anything stupid and left the couple alone. Hopefully, Logan never found out how the red head felt towards his girl.

Unfortunately, he heard the whole confession. He decided that breakfast was something the two of you could go out for and went back up to the bedroom as quietly as he could. While he was heading back to your shared room he was trying to remain calm and to keep his claws in so you wouldn't be able to tell right away that he was upset about something so early in the morning.

"Baby...princess," he shook you awake. You groaned and tried to ignore him, but after a while, you admitted defeat and just woke up. "Whaaat??? It's so early, bub." You groaned louder, rubbing your eyes. Usually, hearing you call him bub resulted in him giving some sort of snarky comeback reminding you that he isnt your bub he's your handsome man, but today, it just made him drag you out of bed. "We're going to breakfast, thought we'd go to your favorite diner angel." He got the two of you dressed as you leaned against him and practically slept on him.

He had to drag you out of the mansion, he couldn't be in there anymore knowing there was someone else in there who wanted his girl. He didn't want to see Jean or Storm or anyone, and he didn't want you to be around Jean anytime soon. The two of you got to the diner alarmingly fast and as the two of you sat across from each other, you could tell something was bothering him. His jaw was locked, his brows were furrowed, and when the food arrived he was violently stabbing his eggs.

"Lo... my handsome man, what's bothering you, baby?" You asked a bit timidly, your voice was full of concern. You could tell he didn't want to tell you, he was avoiding eye contact but finally the two of you met each other's eyes and he sighed before sitting up straighter. He cleared his throat before telling you what happened, "I overheard... something today. It was um interesting?" He cringed thinking about this morning before he sighed again and continued explaining, "Jean, she said she has, she's been having feelings for my girl." His jaw clenched harder than before, something you thought was impossible and made you worry he would actually break his teeth.

"Your girl? But that's me," you said innocently with a shrug, not connecting the dots. Logan nodded with a look on his face that read, 'Don't make me say it again, please.' "Yeah, my girl princess..." He said again, waiting for it to connect in your head, and when your eyes widened, he knew that everything was connected. "Logan....I..." You didn't know what to say, honestly. You hardly knew Jean. You worked with her a handful of times, and the times you do interact, she does get flirty.

You started to think back on the times she flirted with you in the past and the incidents that may have shown her feelings clearer.

"Did you change your hair? It looks beautiful," she twirled a piece of your hair, "and it's so soft. What shampoo do you use, sweetheart?" --- then there was the time after you made dinner for everyone. She thanked you for your hard work and amazing food, and she graced your arm with her hand softly before walking away. --- or the time where during a movie night you noticed how she sent glares your way while you were cuddled up with Logan on the recliner but you had just assumed she wanted to be in his lap, not wanting to have you in her lap.

You cringed at the realization and you were praying that Logan didn't know about the flirty past few weeks. You knew this would hurt him even if he had nothing to worry about. He didn't know why it bothered him so much, he trusted you, loved you and you loved him but the idea that someone else, someone strong, pretty and younger could love you better than him just ate away at him.

When the two of you got back to the mansion you avoided Jean as the plague, it was clear that the two of you may have overheard that she had growing feelings towards you and she was devastated. She had a strong feeling that even if she didn't confess to you, she still ruined your friendship somehow. It became more clear to her that you two learned about her feelings when later that night she overheard you two moaning each other's names loudly, as if to claim one another to everyone else in the mansion. The next morning she couldn't make eye contact with you, when she did her eyes immediately went to the hickies that covered your neck.

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luminetti · 1 year ago

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Dressed to Kill

༘⋆ Summary: In which, you, a professional cosplayer, mistake Bakugou’s hero outfit for a really good Halloween costume. ༘⋆ Pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader ༘⋆Warnings: n/a, reader is just the biggest dumbass (lovingly) also, i cannot stress this enough. they are NOT CHILDREN in this. they’re both at least the age of college seniors ༘⋆Notes: huge thanks to one of my biggest inspirations for writing in general: @andypantsx3 ! this fic is lightly inspired by—and lowkey a lovechild of—her pieces, baby are you playing tricks and unconventional, so if you somehow haven’t read those yet, i strongly recommend doing so! also now that i actually have more than one piece of writing, id love for some writer/fandom moots! im very new to tumblr and would love friends :’) ao3 release

Halloween was by far your favorite holiday.

As a child, you were always drawn to Halloween, not just for the candy, but for the extravagant costumes and house decorations. Nearly every year, you stayed up late with your father, hand-sewing various details onto your costume. Finally, for your eighteenth birthday, you were gifted your very own sewing machine which officially kickstarted your interest in cosplay.

Throughout your first couple years of college, you worked on your Twitter account, posting quick mirror selfies of your various cosplay projects. Only during senior year did you finally feel comfortable enough to go out in public for your first official photoshoot.

‘Comfortable’ was a bit of a stretch. Very seldom does one feel truly comfortable when posing in front of a grandiose fountain in the middle of a public garden, fully clad in foam armor. What made it significantly worse was when the aforementioned armor looked more like a metal bikini than an actual chest plate worn into battle.

Poor character design choices aside, you loved Halloween for that very reason. With everyone dressed up–or down, for some–there was no reason to feel self-conscious during your monthly photoshoots. Sure, there was the occasional snide remark, but the number of supportive comments from passersby was enough to quiet your uncertainty.

This year you had stayed up late for the past month putting the final touches on your purple staff, even attempting an LED system that allowed parts of it to glow. It had taken two weeks to get the prototype of the dress situated since you weren’t used to sewing such a large amount of detail into your fabrics. Unfortunately, this also meant it took significantly longer to finish the outfit than expected, leaving almost no time to do your wig. But, in true cosplayer fashion, you managed to whip something together with an older purple wig, just in time for tonight.

You did, however, only realize the character also had a sword occasionally, but there was no way you were going to make that in time so the staff would have to suffice.

The night had already been proving to be one of the best so far. Starting around eight in the evening, you and some of your closest friends had gotten together for a costume party, a series of shitty horror movies, and a plethora of even shittier cheap cocktails. Despite not being much of a drinker yourself, you always participated in the annual spooky-themed cocktail charcuterie. This year you weren’t holding back. Your pride and joy charcuterie consisted of nine drinks including, but not limited to ghost-themed Aperol Spiritz–nicknamed Spirit Spiritz, Bloody Marys, and your personal favorite, Bonejitos. They even had little skeleton dudes sitting on the rim of the glass.

Unfortunately, your friends weren’t very amused by your festive drinks, even going as far to say your ingenious Bonejitos were a stretch. So, clearly they didn’t see the vision. Eventually, the party events died down as the guests began to go home, allowing the night to evolve into just drinking.

“Did you get a photo of your costume yet?” Himari, your friend from freshman year, questioned.

You shook your head, absently watching as the rest of your friends downed your masterly made Bonejitos. Liars, all of them. “‘A stretch’ my ass,” you scoffed.

Himari dug around in her bag, retrieving her camera. “Halloween photoshoot? Your fit is cute and I’m getting bored here.”

You did like the idea of photography-major level photos with none of the price involved. “I love you, Mari.”

She stuffed your spear under her arm and with that, the two of you stepped out into the cold and crisp autumn air, the breeze running over your bare shoulders and thighs. You shivered lightly, pulling up your thigh-highs and hugging the excess fabric close to your body.

Himari glanced at you in concern. “Does the Raiden Shogun not wear a jacket?”

“Unfortunately, she doesn’t.” You chuckled, rubbing your arms. “You can’t be sexy and wear a jacket,” you joked.

She hummed in sympathy, looking around for a good place to set up. The park was a particularly popular spot during Halloween, specifically known for its comforting lighting and ambience.

“What about there?” Himari pointed to a small gazebo surrounded by violets, lit up by a string of fairy lights. There were a couple groups nearby, but otherwise it was pretty much empty.

You nodded, excited. “Good eye as always, Mari.”

She handed over your spear and offered an arm,helping you step up onto the platform and underneath the gazebo. While she adjusted the lights to her liking, you took a moment to adjust your skirt and sleeves.

“Do you think it’s too short?” you asked, tugging on the cloth. Thankfully the character wore a pair of shorts underneath, but the dress was barely miniskirt length.

Himari looked over briefly before turning back to the lights. “No, not really. Why? Are you uncomfortable?”

Before you could answer, a group of college-aged girls passed by the gazebo, clearly a bit drunk. As they left, one of the girls that was hanging onto her friend’s arm looked over. “Don’t be, girlie! You look hot as fuck!” she shouted out, words slightly slurred.

You flustered, blabbering out a quick thanks in surprise. There’s nothing like a friendly drunk girl to get your confidence up.

From behind the camera, Himari gave you a thumbs up. “Give me one of these.” She mimed leaning against the wooden banister. “Yeah like that, but with your leg more out.”

The shutter clicked several times as you did your best to recreate her gestures.

Himari proceeded to guide you through a series of poses, occasionally having you incorporate your staff or the gazebo. Eventually you got used to the flashing camera and allowed yourself to melt into the character, embodying her essence as best as you could.

Time flew and before you knew it, Himari was calling you down from the gazebo to look over the photos. You hovered over her shoulder as she flipped through each one, pausing at her favorites.

“I’ll import these onto my laptop and send them back edited sometime this week,” she told you, removing her glasses and wiping them off with her sleeve.

You nodded. “Thanks for doing this, you really didn’t have to.” You rummaged through your bag, hoping to find at least a little money for her efforts. Feeling a couple bills between your fingers, you held them out to her.

Himari’s eyes squinted and you realized she was staring over your shoulder. “I think that guy in costume was looking at you,” she said, still cleaning off the lenses.

You turned to see a tall man across the park, large grenade shaped gauntlets resting on both his arms. He quickly looked away once he saw your head turn. Looking closer, you realized he was dressed in a dark black sleeveless jumpsuit with orange and green straps along his body.

He was clearly a Dynamight cosplayer. And by the looks of it, a really talented one at that.

You were almost convinced that he had real hero equipment on. His armor pieces were strikingly accurate, and you made a mental note to look for more realistic prop materials.

“He probably spent a lot of time on that,” you mused to Himari, who had already gone back to inspecting the photos.

“You should go ask him about it.” she suggested, collecting the rest of her things and zipping her bag. “I’ve gotta catch an Uber soon.”

Maybe it was the lingering confidence gifted by the girl from earlier, but you managed to muster up enough self-assurance to wave goodbye to Himari and stride right up to the cosplayer.

As you got closer, you realized just how much work must have gone into all the details. The gauntlets–a very convincing metal–had several dents and scratches, giving it a worn down look, as if it had been used frequently.

His hair looked far too real to be a wig, likely just being his natural hair with lots of product in it. The most impressive detail by far was his physique. Had he trained specifically for this? The closer you got the more you noticed. If you were lucky, maybe he’d give you the name of his supplier.

“I love your outfit!” You smiled cheerily at him.

He turned to look at you, slightly taken aback. “Thanks?” he replied, folding his arms as he looked you over, eyes lingering on your cosplay.

You felt a twinge of anxiety as he inspected your outfit. He probably just didn’t recognize the character, you convinced yourself.

“I’m a cosplayer too,” you clarified, gesturing to your dress. “But clearly not as dedicated as you.”

You watched as his chest puffed lightly at the compliment, though he titled his head, a bit puzzled.

Clearing your throat awkwardly, you tried a different method. “How long did it take to make?”

He blinked at you and shrugged. “Dunno. Maybe a couple of months? I just told them what I wanted.”

Oh, you got it now. He’s just a model. It wasn’t uncommon for people to collaborate on cosplays, especially ones where one person either commissions or buys a cosplay from an artist, and then models it themself. Either way, he was still one of the best you’ve seen.

You nodded in understanding. “Do you have social media? I’d love to see what else you’ve done.” Pulling out your phone, you loaded up your Twitter, preparing to enter his tag.

“Dynamight Official. All one word,” he replied hesitantly, looking you up and down as if he was scanning for signs of sickness.

You chuckled faintly. He was really dedicated to his role. “Well, what's your name? I follow a lot of cosplayers already. Maybe I’ve seen you?” You pulled up your profile and turned the screen around to show him in case he recognized your tag.

His arms unfolded and his face slowly morphed from confused to exceptionally amused. “Bakugou Katsuki. I am Dynamight.”

Waving him off absently, you nodded as you scrolled through your followed accounts. You swear you’ve seen him online before. “Sorry, I’m not really good at roleplay. But you’re pretty convincing.”

He leaned against the cold metal lamppost, watching you sift through various Twitter accounts. You sneaked a glance to check his facial features again, but he was already staring straight back at you.

In such close capacity, his striking crimson eyes stood out to you. Even his contacts were high quality… Fighting back the warmth that threatened your cheeks and ears, you averted your gaze downwards.

Your eyes flicked to his waist. You hadn’t noticed it before, but a thick black bomber jacket was tied tightly around his torso, unlike the real hero’s costume. Well, you stand corrected. You certainly can be sexy with a jacket.

Speaking of jackets, you had been so caught up in conversation you hadn’t realized how cold it had gotten. The soft breeze from earlier had picked up into chilly wind, rustling the fabric of your dress as it blew by.

Bakufaux–haha–seemed to notice your interest in his jacket, untying it and tossing it over your shoulders. “Bit cold for you, Princess?” he drawled. “D’nno how you’ve managed in that outfit.” He gestured to your short dress and tall socks.

You couldn’t help but notice how his gaze lingered on you for a half second longer than normal. Not that you would’ve said anything. Thanks to his jacket, you were enveloped with warm and musky scents of charcoal and sandalwood. Though, being honest with yourself, you’ve been distracted ever since you walked over.

You snapped out of your trance when he pushed himself off the lamppost and leaned over you. It could’ve been twenty degrees out and you’d still swear you were overheating.

“Ever considered cosplaying in my costume?” He asked, watching your darkening cheeks closely.

Maybe it was the shit eating grin he wore proudly on his face, or the sneaking suspicion in your gut, but you had an inkling of a feeling he knew something you didn’t. In a surge of confidence and curiosity, or perhaps just pure adrenaline, you took a step forward.

“And if I have?”

Something snapped behind his eyes and you could’ve sworn his gaze dropped to your lips. He might’ve actually kissed you if you weren’t interrupted by the sound of glass shattering and the screams of customers inside a late night coffee shop.

You felt your heart rate increase as he swore under his breath, whatever smug expression he previously had was replaced by something far more intense and serious.

‘“I’m not leaving you out here alone, stay close to me,” he urged, taking one last look at you before turning and running towards the sound.

It took you a second to realize you were running behind him as fast as possible.

As the two of you neared the coffee shop, you noticed numerous shards of glass laid out on the concrete. On a second glance, you noticed some of the smaller shards were beginning to melt, turning the ground slightly slick.

You halted to a stop, almost crashing into your new friend. You felt a warm hand snake around your waist, lifting your body off the ground and onto a nearby bench.

“Don’t touch the ground, and stay right here,” he told you sternly, before turning and rushing straight into the cafe.

You watched, frozen in astonishment, only able to hear the horrific sounds of glass and… explosions? Occasionally you caught a glimpse of blonde hair, dropping off a poor customer caught in the crossfire, before dashing straight back inside. In what felt like seconds, he had already retrieved nearly every patron from the cafe, all while the villain was still inside.

Quickening footsteps approached from behind your place on the bench. You barely had a chance to comprehend the noises when a flash of red zipped past you, making a beeline straight for the cafe. Only after several trips in and out of the building did you finally recognize the eccentric costume of Pro-Hero Red Riot as he gathered the remainder of the victims outside.

Through the ringing in your ears you could only vaguely make out shouting between Red Riot and someone else still inside the building. It was all intelligible until he turned to you and the victims. The last words you heard was look away, or at least you assumed.

You weren’t interested in waiting around to find out so you shut your eyes tight and turned away from the scene as best as you could.

At first nothing happened. But after a beat, you felt your eyes burn behind your eyelids as a blistering wave of heat surrounded you. You think you screamed, but you weren’t entirely sure. Every muscle in your body tensed as the bench shook underneath you, threatening to break.

But as quickly as it came, it passed. You couldn’t tell how long you had been trapped in that position, clutching your knees to your chest with your eyes sealed shut. A warm hand shook you out of position, jostling your eyes open.

When your eyes finally adjusted, blocking your vision of the cafe was none other than a tall silhouette, and familiar red eyes.

“Hey, stay with me, Princess. You hurt?”

You felt calloused hands hastily press against your body, examining you for injury. He took a hold of your ankle, easing you into extending. “Anything?”

Shaking your head, you gripped onto him as he lifted you from the bench to your feet, steadying you with strong arms.

“Happy Halloween,” you managed to mutter meekly into his chest.

You felt him shudder beneath your head as he laughed, surprisingly heartily.

“Certainly one you’ll remember.” His low voice resonated in your brain, calming whatever nerves were remaining. “Let’s get you home, m’kay?”

You let him navigate you back to your apartment surprisingly deftly given your shaky directions, until finally you found yourself thanking him at your doorstep and shutting the door behind you.

Now that you were home and given a chance to breathe, you weren’t sure what was real. Everything mixed together in a blur and you couldn’t tell if it was all a dream or not.

As you groggily slumped against your bed, you felt something soft bundle against your back. Sitting up, you reached behind your back to feel the cool fabric of the black jacket you had been holding tightly against yourself. Embroidered on the sleeve were a pair of initials you hadn’t noticed before.

B.K.

With a strange pounding in your chest, you pulled out your phone.

Sure enough, you had one new notification.

@DynamightOfficial followed you back

The device buzzed in your hand with a second notification. A direct message request alongside an image. Swiping to your messages, you opened the text from your new follower.

Front and center was a quick photo of Bakugou’s hero costume, laid out neatly on his bed. Directly underneath the image were two small text bubbles.

u take commissions?

ive got something in mind for ya

#bakugou katsuki #mha #mha bakugou #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha bakugou #dynamight #mha x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #dynamight x reader

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hisui-dreamer · 1 year ago

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CONGRATS ON 1K RINNAAAA :((( YOU WERE ONE OF MY FIRST MOOTS EVER AND ITS MAKES ME SO HAPPY AND PROUD THAT YOU HIT THIS MILESTONE!! THANK YOU FOR BEING ONE OF THE MOST WARM AND WELCOMING PEOPLE IVE MET IN THIS FANDOM <33 YOURE SUCH A GIFT ITS INSANE!!!!!

IM SURE THIS DOESNT SURPRISE YOU BUT!!! for the 1k event i was thinking soulmate au with azul (HEHE) except its the doodle one? LIKE WHERE YOU DOODLE ON YOUR BODY AND YOUR SOULMATES GETS THE SAME MARKINGS YK

and i have a habit of doodling sea creatures like octopi and morays on my arms and hands so i think it'd be cute for him to like, take his gloves off one day and just see a little eel on the back of his hand :((( squishy guy <3333

headcanons or a drabble is totally fine, whichever one is easier for you!!!! thank you for easing me into this fandom :(( i will never be able to thank you enough for making my anxious ass WAY less nervous <3 and no pressure if this doesnt inspire you ofc hehe you're never obligated to write anything !!! :D

the doodles that drew us together

Pairing: Azul Ashengrotto x gn!reader

Synopsis: Azul thought all his life he didn't have a soulmate...

Tags: soulmates au (doodling), reader is yuu, fluff, comfort, reader likes sea creatures, bot proofread

Word count: 591

Notes: aubbie thank you so much!!! I'm so glad we became moots, you're one of my closest friends and everything I see something azul related I think of you haha! I hope you'll enjoy this azul soulmate au ♪⁠ヽ⁠(⁠･⁠ˇ⁠∀⁠ˇ⁠･⁠ゞ⁠)

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Azul had been fascinated by the idea of soulmates as a young mer

it was something that gave him hope, that despite all the other mean mers who would make fun of him, there was someone out there who would understand him and love him

and so he kept drawing on his arm, doodles of shells and other fish that caught his eye

but there wasn't any response.

maybe his doodles were too ugly and his soulmate didn't like them?

and so he learned to draw better, drawing again and again, hoping he would get a response

but still not a single mark would appear on him

it had been a tough blow to him, but he eventually accepted that he didn't have a soulmate

if he was going to be alone for all his life, then he had to take care of himself (because nobody would)

he became super greedy and selfish, always prioritising himself and his materialistic needs

although he also had a friendship with the tweels, he really only befriended them because they could help him out (but he did get attached to them over time)

and so, he opened the mostro lounge and became the sly businessman that we all know

on the first day of his second year, as he was going over documents after closing the lounge, he felt a slight tingle in his hand

Azul's eyebrow rose in response to an unexpected sensation. A peculiar warmth, like a gentle caress, emanated from the back of his gloved hand. Intrigued, he swiftly removed his gloves, revealing smooth, pale skin. A gasp of astonishment escaped his lips as his eyes fell upon a minuscule masterpiece, a tiny, adorable octopus delicately inked in pen.

"Is this...real?" Azul murmured, his voice tinged with disbelief. A surge of hope surged through his entire being, dispelling the weight that had burdened him for far too long.

With a trembling hand, he grasped his own pen and cautiously began to sketch his own octopus upon his wrist, with one tentacle reaching out, holding hands with your octopus.

And he can't stop he smile that graces his lips when a little heart appears between the two octopi.

What a hectic day it had been! For a magicless student to arrive in NRC and for him to finally connect with his soulmate!

...?

Oh. Azul had to speak to said magicless student as soon as possible.

when the two of you start being a couple, Azul does everything and anything for you

when you're in exams and your nervously doodling sea creatures, he'll draw some flowers nearby to help calm you down

no he doesn't help you cheat by writing you the answers, he's already given you the perfect study materials, you shoud put in some effort too

he gets jealous if you draw other sea creatures too much though, especially moray eels

he lets you work at the lounge with a very high pay, making sure you're not working too hard, and always offers to tutor you if you're struggling

his soulmate had to go to a different world just to find him, you'll be sure he helps to settle in and hopefully never leave again

Insert clingy octopus wrapping his tentacles all around you because he can't bare to let you go

when you have dates and appointments, he'll help remind you by writing on his arm

this man has waited for you his entire life, he's ready to lay the world down at your feet if you ask him to

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if you liked this post, don't forget to reblog!

#✧1k! another life✦#twstnexus #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twst imagines #twst wonderland #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul x reader #✧auburn🐙✦

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 9 months ago

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ALSO ::: @blkkizzat got me all inspired and shit with her cute little mdni banners. So this one kind of models Kali's? Even though they really don't look that similar. I still wanted to give her credit for the inspo! I love inadvertent inspo the mostest. Thanks, Kali!

A/N ::: This came to me way too long ago in my Ask box. And Istg, I can't remember the last time I couldn't dislodge my head from my ass to write something. It's not that I don't want to write it, because I love the idea and very much wanted to write this for one of my moots. So here I am, throwing caution to the wind, spitting into the breeze, pissing at the hurricane and hoping for the best. I'm down on my knees, praying that I can finally belt this out. Just kidding. I'm on my knees suckin' Draken's huge cock. Duh.

C/W ::: Adult Draken x F.reader, "sexercise", sex as a form of exercise. You know when you wake up the next morning and you're sore from the amazing sex you had the night before? THAT is working toward THIS.

WC ::: 1,954

Here you go mack

MNDI under the cut

"What the hell are you laughing at." Draken stared you down with his dark eyes, waiting for you to say one more stupid thing about this new thing he's implemented into his workout routine.

"I- aheh - I'm laughing ... because it's fucking ridiculous, Ken. Like, I respect you for being so dedicated to working out and stuff. But sexercise? You can't believe that'll be a thing." You walked over to him and ran your hands up the front of his shirt, stopping to admire the firmness that pushed back against your palms.

You cocked your eyebrow and rubbed his pecs, "Have you - have you always been this ... hard?"

He bent down and whispered into your ear, "Why don't you let me show you a few different exercises, princess? If all else fails, at least you'll have a good time." Draken kissed his way from your neck up to your lips. You felt his hand creep up your thigh, stopping just short of where you wanted to feel him the most.

You moaned softly into his mouth and tugged at his hair, "You're so fucking dirty, Ken. Ok, fine. You can show me a couple of these ... 'exercises'. But don't count on me doing anything more than bouncing on youahh!" He bent over and hooked your waist over his shoulder and carried you off to the bedroom. "You mean to tell me that there's no equipment that's needed for this shit?" You laughed, "I should've kept my sex-pectations low!" You laughed again, harder this time.

Draken's hand came down hard on your ass. "There's equipment alright. Heavy, hard, big equipment." After he smacked you, he squeezed the cheek he punished. It made your cunt clench in anticipation.

He dropped you onto the bed and immediately started pulling his shirt off, revealing his tattoos and toned muscles. He was so hot that it was almost unreal. You couldn't believe this was the man that wanted to show you some ... interesting new exercises. You started pulling off your own clothes, eager to have his skin pressed against yours.

He pushed you back onto the bed and crawled over you, his cock hard and pressing against your leg. You could feel the wetness pooling between your legs. You couldn't wait to see what he had in store for you.

"Now, you're gonna lay here and watch me do some pushups," he grinned at you, "Don't move a muscle." He pulled the bottle of lube out of the nightstand and situated himself at the end of the bed and started lowering himself to the floor, then back up. He wasn't even breathing irregularly. The bastard. You could see his muscles flexing as he lowered and lifted himself.

"Not moving is kinda my thing." You watched him do a few repetitions, admiring how hard his cock was when he did them. You couldn't help but rub your fingers over your clit, teasing yourself.

He jumped up and pushed your hand away, "I said ... no moving, princess. That means no touching, too. Ok, angel?" He grabbed your hips and pulled you down to the foot of the bed, so your feet were on the edge. "Ok, lift your hips up and hold them there." Draken helped guide you so you were alligned with his cock. "You ready? Tell me if you need to stop." He stroked himself a couple more times for good measure and got a decent coating of lube.

You scoffed. "Hhh, yeah, okay. I'll be sure to let you know when I'm tired of you fucking me. Also, what the hell happened to foreplay?" And then, almost as if it was completely out of your control, your eyes rolled.

"You happened, brat. I'm - I'm serious. I am just now getting to a point where I'm not really sore the next day, an' I've been doin' this for about a month."

You sat up immediately, your feet hit the floor with a loud thump. "Who the fuck you been doing this with!?" He dodged the swipe of your hand at his stomach.

"You, brat. Only you. You haven't noticed the weird positions lately?" Draken bent over and kissed you. "If your pretty little head wasn't screwed on ... I don't know what would happen to you. Ok, you ready now?" He smiled at you and half of the tension in your body melted away from just one look from him. The effect he had on you was ridiulous.

He pushed into you slowly, letting you adjust to his size. He felt so good that it almost hurt. Your pussy clenched around him, making him groan. "Fuck, you're so tight, princess. Y-you gotta relax or I'm not gonna be able to - I'm not gonna be able to move, heh." He said, brushing his hair from his face.

You moaned softly as he bottomed out, stretching you so good that you weren't sure how you were ever able to fit him in before. "Fuck, Ken. You're so big." You felt your body relax around him as he started to thrust in and out of you, slowly at first, then picking up the pace. "So, what you're gonna need to do is sorta rest on your shoulders. And then ... you ... fuck ... me." His thumbs ran small circles over the plush of your thighs, some harder than others.

"Wow, this - I mean, I'm going to be toned in no time! Ok, so I just fuck you? Can do." You positioned yourself so you were resting on your shoulders and started to raise and lower your hips to do just what he said. It wasn't 20 seconds later that you were whining.

Not because it felt good, but because it was fucking hard to maintain this position. "I, ow! K-Ken help! My thighs are going to spontaneously combust! Get ... get out!" You started laughing hysterically. "JESUS!"

Draken pulled out, leaving you feeling empty. "What are you doing, you ... Oh my God, ha! Are you ok?" He joined you in laughing, but not nearly as hard as you were. Tears ran down your face.

You whined, trying to pull him back to you. "Ok, so, maybe it's not as easy as it looks. Show me something else! Something that doesn't require me being like ... like that."

Draken grinned and flipped you over, so you were on your hands and knees. He grabbed a pillow and put it under your hips to prop you up. "Ok, now you just ... lift your ass up and down. Like, it's kind of like a squat, but ... you know what? Just do whatever you want, you'll get it eventually. You're a smart girl."

You turned your head to look at him, "Aww, Ken. You really think so?"

He bent over and kissed your cheek, "Of course, baby. Now, let me give you a demonstration. And then you can join me. Deal?" He positioned himself behind you, his cock still glistening with your juices.

You rolled your eyes and chuckled, "Deal, but only because you're so fucking sexy, Ken. And I don't think I've ever been so wet in my life."

Draken took hold of your hips and pulled you back onto his cock. The sound of your ass slapping against his thighs made you moan. He started thrusting in and out of you, filling you up over and over again. He bent over and kissed your back, leaving a trail of small love bites up your spine, leading up to your shoulder blades. He kissed your ear and growled through his teeth, "Yeah? Does my princess like this? You like how I fuck you?"

"Yes! Yes, Ken! Fuck, don't stop! I'm gonna cum!" Your thighs clenched as you came around him, your body shaking from the intensity of your orgasm.

Draken moaned and pulled out, his cock covered in your cum. "You wanna taste yourself, baby? Yeah? Well me too. You taste so good, I want some." He pulled you up and pushed you back onto the bed, then started to lick your clit. He sucked and licked and teased you until you were crying out, begging him to stop.

He pulled away and smiled, "You ready for another exercise?" He moved up to your mouth and kissed you, letting you taste yourself on his lips and tongue.

You whined, "Yes, yes, I'm ready! I can do this!" You said a little too enthusiastically.

He grinned and laid down next to you. "Ok, this one is called ... the blowjob. It's pretty self-explanatory, but ... you just gotta suck me off. Can you do that, baby?"

You slapped him on the thigh. "I've never heard of that one. Why don't you walk me through it? I don't wanna fuck it up, y'know." He smiled that dark smile he has and grabbed a handful of hair on the back of your head, guiding your mouth to his cock.

He helped you line up, and then you just opened your mouth and let him push in. You could taste your own cum mixed with the salty taste of his. You looked up at him as you bobbed your head, watching his face contort in pleasure. "Fuck, you're doing so good, baby." You did that for a while until you could feel him getting close to cumming. "Hey, wanna try a new position? Get on top of me, yeah?" He pushed you off of him and positioned himself on the bed, his cock standing straight up.

"Ok, just straddle me and slide down, and then you can go at your own pace." You did as he said, sliding down his cock. "Just like that, princess. Now, lean forward and put your hands on my chest, and just move up and down. Use your thighs ... you know how to do this. You do it all the time." He was right, you did know how to do this. You started rocking back and forth, his cock hitting all the right places inside of you.

You moaned, "Oh god, Ken. You're so deep. You're so fucking deep! I c- ... any-, please! I want to cum!" Draken groaned and bucked his hips up into you, meeting you halfway.

"Just so you know, this is cheating. Me, helping you do this exercise, it's cheating. Technically, you're supposed to do everythi-"

"KEN! Shut up!" You yelled.

"Right, right. Sorry, angel." He grabbed you by the hips and began to thrust into you harder, bringing you both closer to the edge.

"Faster, please! Just a little bit faster! Ohhhh myyy fuck - yes!" You felt your orgasm rip through you as you collapsed on top of him. He came a few seconds later, filling you with his hot cum.

"Ok, so ... I guess this isn't what you call sexercise. More like, just regular sex." You giggled and laid on top of him, his cock still buried inside of you.

He smiled and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, "Sexercise? God, princess. What a silly word. Let's never use it again." He pulled you in for a kiss, and you melted into his touch. "You're so weird, y/n. Please don't ever change."

You smiled back at him, "Same."

He rolled his eyes and pushed you off of him, "Shut up. You're getting sappy." You giggled and cuddled into his side. "Now, I think it's time for a cool down in a minute, ok?"

"Oh god, there's more?!" You buried your face in his neck. "What could that possibly consist of?"

He rolled out from under you and got you situated before he trailed his lips all the way down to your hips. His mouth was so hot you could feel the tickle of arousal stirring in you again.

"I'm so glad you asked ..."

Taglist ::: @arlerts-angel @viburnt @darkstarlight82

#draken smut #tokrev smut #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers #ken ryuguji #tokyo revengers x y/n #draken x you #draken x reader #draken x y/n #ken ryuguji x reader #ken ryuguji x y/n

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bigtreefest · 6 months ago

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Morning Mewl

Pairing: PhD Candidate! Curtis Everett x PhD Student! Reader

Summary: Curtis is nervous before his PhD defense

Word count: 866

Content/warnings: fluffy fluff fluff fluff (bc Curtis deserves it), kissing, sharing a bed, roommate and good friend Jake, best friend/mentee turned girlfriend reader, pet name usage (cookie, smart cookie, cooks), established relationship

A/N: Inspired partially by @biteofcherry in this post and what was written for @jamneuromain in this post. Shoutout for all my moots for Curtis encouragement and @thezombieprostitute for the constant praise at all hours. I hope you guys melt reading this along with me.

Takes place a couple years down the line once reader and Curtis are dating and in the same program, so there’s not a weird power imbalance.

Comments, likes, reblogs, and asks are so appreciated. Thank you for reading!!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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You were used to the groans that came out of Curtis when waking up. Every morning, his broad form that was wrapped around your body creaked in the joints as he stretched, fighting the stiffness that would settle over him in the night.

This morning, you were woken up by a slightly different sound than the usual early morning deep breath and whine that signaled him waking. This was was more high-pitched…more of a…mewl?

You snickered lightly at the sound, ready to turn around in his hold and crack a joke to his face.

“That was an interesting one.” You softly giggled it out, mixed with the small rasp of your morning voice. When you finally opened your eyes, though, you were surprised to not see Curtis’s face at all.. it was hidden by a ball of fluff, a black and gray tabby cat curled up and now purring peacefully.

The same cat you had met years ago when Curtis had brought her in so the landlord didn’t find out. You struggled to hold in a fit of laughter, but weren’t sure what to do. From under the restful mound of fluff came the groan you had expected that morning.

“Jensen, come get the cat.” It was louder that your early morning ears expected, but somewhat muffled and still not enough for her to stir on his face.

Curtis’s roommate Jake came walking into the room, glasses thrown on haphazardly and hair messy from the early hour. Jake wasn’t in your program, he was actually studying CS, which was for the best and very helpful for how often your computer got overloaded. Curtis was glad to have a roommate who was in a different program from him, too. It was a nice break from the nonstop work, plus an opportunity to hear about another department’s drama. Sure, he and Jake didn’t have very similar sleeping schedules, but they got along well and were respectful of noise for the other.

Jake rubbed his eyes under his glasses, adjusting to the light that poured through the curtains of Curtis’s window. He laughed at the predicament Curtis found himself in “I swear she likes you more than she likes me. It’s not fair you get all the ladies around here.”

You laughed as Jake walked into the room towards Curtis’s side of the bed. “C’mere, Mav. Don’t scratch uncle Curtis. He didn’t like that last time.”

Jake gently scooped the cat off his face and she instantly clung to the fabric on the shoulder of his own graphic tee, snuggling against Jake’s shoulder. “Okay, I’ll keep her out of her out of your hair, or at least as much of it as you have, while you get ready. If I don’t see you before you leave, good luck today. I’ll be in the back of the lecture hall for your defense.”

He walked towards the door before turning around. “Oh! And by the way, I stopped by that breakfast place you like yesterday. Picked up some sandwiches for this morning’s brain food. All you and Cookie have to do is heat them up.”

You and Curtis had both shifted to sit up by now, and you watched a small, appreciative smile creep onto his face. “Thanks, Jensen, I’ll see you later, man.”

You twisted towards your boyfriend, finally seeing his full face for the first time that morning. “You hear that? He got us the good stuff. Free breakfast, Cooks.”

You shook your head and brushed your hand over the stubble on his cheek, freshly trimmed the past weekend so it was neat for Curtis’s PhD defense later this morning. “I’m not the smart cookie today. You are, future Dr. Everett. It has a good ring to it already.”

Your thumb traced over the freckles on his nose as he leaned into your touch, turning his head to place a kiss on your palm. His eyes sparkled back toward you with a hint of concern you’d rarely seen from the usually confident and secure man. “Not yet, though. Don’t wanna count my chickens before they hatch.”

Your other hand came up to frame his face and pull his forehead to yours. “Look at me. Today’s going to be great. You’re going to show everyone how smart you are and how hard you’ve worked and how there’s no one else who’s as deserving of this degree as you. And I’m going to be right there, cheering you on with your parents, without an ounce of doubt in your abilities.”

He relaxed in your hold, wrapping his one arm around your waist, the other settling on your thigh as his eyes fluttered shut. He sighed, absorbing the comfort of the moment before looking up at you through his eyelashes. “Promise?”

You leaned in to kiss him, slow and deep. An exhibit of love and faith and the deepest support that bloomed from friendship. You both pulled away with smiles on your faces before you saw his demeanor shift and lighten, his usual, determined game face taking over. He was ready for the day.

“I promise. Now let’s go eat that breakfast before Jensen changes his mind and steals it from us.”

Bonus A/N: Pls feel free to screech with me about soft! Curtis. He deserves all the credit and all the love.

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goldenhickeysandramen · 2 years ago

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What if we ask for receipts?

(This post is inspired by some recent posts from some moots on Tumblr)

We spend all day defending Jimin and JK's bond.

All day, all the time, always in the position of defendant, against anons here, trolls on twitter, and in general, hordes of annoying people.

Well then, let's see what happens if we are now the prosecutor, and not the defense lawyer

Let's see where the hell your receipts are:

- Love expressions: how many times have your favorites declared that they love each other in different kinds of language?. And I'm not talking about the "I love you" that are given to friends for a specific situation (like Hobi leaving for the ms)... or weird hand signals, you know a lot about that and symbols... but big signs of love…

Like suddenly this:

Or this:

youtube

Or this:

- Intimacy displays: have your favorites given each other hickeys? (this is important...u know I love hickeys)

Have they flirted in front of thousands of people? (and watch out! because here the line between fan entertainment (I won't say the damm word, which I know you don't like) and genuine flirting is very subtle, but distinctive. This is flirting, for instance 😌

Do they've sucked each other's ear in front of thousands of people?

(Or do they have some kink for ears?)

Have they stuck their D's in front of thousands of people?

(my God, do you realize what they won't do in front of thousands of people)?

- Show the evidence that your favorites live or have lived together (not in the dorms era back in 2018): let's see... let me think... how many times have they suspiciously shared a car, when we didn't know where they lived extra officially?

Or do have they been at 4 am in the morning together alone, celebrating billboard or actually delivering hickeys?

Or in the deed of the purchase of a house appears the address where the other lives (91).?

- Samples of tension or awkwardness beyond explanation: look, we have so many receipts here that I don't even know where to start... just look at Jimin's recent bomb and see JK's visit... and well, there it is... the awkwardness of some of their interactions... sometimes it makes you want not to look... sometimes it makes you feel embarrassed... I sometimes think they're going to screw up at any moment.

- Proof of inside jokes that show that they actually WATCH a lot of content together. Do you have any of your own?

- Demonstration of knowing certain personal information. Here I'm sorry, but again we have a lot of receipts. Tae had no idea that JK did a 3 hour vlive. Or Hobi also didn't know about Jimin's "time" (10:13). Instead, Jimin sees all of JK's vlives...and vice versa (as we’ve been able to check recently) and they know most of things they have done, or where they are at each moment (they even know what happened at bae's grandma's birthday)

And now...let’s see and talk about YOUR receipts:

made-up dinners out alone and selfies in bathrooms (not to mention other things you say happen in the bathrooms)

trips for which there is no concrete proof, or which are clearly BTS trips

any close-up, or photo, or mention on vlive....

each pic on Instagram

a look

breathing the same air

stepping on the same ground

And, so far the most robust, outings at their free time. We had in the past months vkook, jihope, hobikook, or vhope outings.

This is what most people are claiming lately. Maybe it is our fault, for having repeated so many times that Jimin and JK were the ones who most "hanged out" together..... now it seems that this mantra is turning against us.....

Well..... NOOOO.... I object your honour!

Because jikook have literally told us recently that they are both super homely. Which I understand. Not just because of their personalities or that they like it, but because outside, they can't be totally free lately.

Because if JK is constantly being stalked in his country - just look at where he officially lives - and also, as we believe, jikook are a couple, they have a lot to protect and I think they know that the most intimacy and security they have is at home.

On the other hand, they already know what happens when they are seen in a certain location: that restaurant ends up becoming a crowded place of jikookers or k-army. So, if they go out, they're going to be very careful and most likely they'll go to trusted places, where they don't post their signatures on IG. So, my friends,…WE WON'T KNOW about it! Unless they want to, or go somewhere more public and new.

And then again, Jimin has been busy with his album and hasn't been seen with anyone. NO ONE. The only exception, Hobi's birthday and the drink they had last Sunday or Monday (as a farewell). And we know this because they wanted to tell us... because if they hadn't, or posted any pictures, there would be no receipts from them either (of course! who of us could have been at Hobi's house on his birthday to know?).

But even with all this reasoning … the truth is that friends hang out and that does not mean they are dating. Hanging out doesn’t work with jikook either by itself. Other things must happen (see above 👆 ☺️)

So your receipts, imo, are either conspicuous by their absence or rather lacking in robustness.

Ours, on the other hand, are terrific! Stop asking for more! We've justified enough.

It must be pitiful to ship any “couple" whose ultimate proof of confirmation that they are together depends so much on another couple failing to provide certain evidence that confirms they actually are...the audacity!!!

#jikook #kookmin #mingguk #jikook kookmin #jimin and jungkook #minkook #jikook kookmin jinkook jiminshiii jk #mingukkie

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ideasarestuckinmyhead · 5 months ago

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|•♡•♡{Welcome pick your man!}♡•♡•|

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Camping date (Alphonse + Seth)

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- A camping date w the boys :D poly bittersweet

How wrong they were huh?

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- BITCHES BE WRONG TF WE LOCKED IN-

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Oh boy smooching time!

canon event

called him my husband so there's that.

packin heat

Sleeping in

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- Seth and Boo cuddle while Alphonse has to leave </3 poly bittersweet

Crazy eyes

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- jeepers creepers where'd you get those eyes!

Spider's

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- dw Seth I don't fuck w spiders either

Running like hell

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- So bc I wanted fucked up bittersweet we torture Boo.

US flag shirt

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- this is so stupid that I love it sm

Fluttering kisses

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- KISS THE BLONDE KISS THE BLONDE

Mine mine mine

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- so, Casper is very protective of what's theirs-

chew toy

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- hes basically a squeaky chew toy.

Body comfort

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- Finn comforts Sunflower who is being a bit too mena to their body.

damn he fine

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- JACKIE W FINN ART IS ON TOP!!

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four leggeds

who's driving the car?

like a sinner in church

Yandere Faust

{♡} personal

- oh this bitch kinda crazy

Gaming with Pookie

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- He died and is singing California girls by Katy Perry.

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not bitchy nice

Pathetic Obession

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- did you really think that'd work?

Demon and Priest (suggestive)

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- Yeah let's corrupt the Priest- OH!! HES PULLING HIS COCK OUT-

Oh lord it's teenager me-

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- Rook meets younger Auron. Older Auron is contemplating life rn.

Help from some Cherubs and Cupids

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- Camp AU I wrote about that a moot made! Kids and the other adults help make a date for the couple!

Fav out of the trio

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- ngl I can see him liking Boo more

batman??

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- honestly could be batman but has both parents

Didn't make it in time

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- so, psychological torture anyone?

Office Siren

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- MY OFFICE SIREN COME KISS ME-

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I'm here no matter what

place is fancy

Bed ridden

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- Lucien takes care of sick Angel

Writing

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- it's rough out here man

Ew Meatloaf

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Better myself

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- Lucien making people's lives better fr

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After care

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- Alphonse and Seth being after care kings.

Awe a little baby!

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- So, reader has a kid, how would Faust, Auron, Lucien and Jack react to that?

Tiktok trend (All boys)

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- So the listener's nails look like the boy's tip-

Cuddle position's (All boys)

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- Cuddle positions I think they'd love!

Tattoos (All boys)

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- How would the boy's react to Listener having tattoos?

Love songs

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- what if Alphonse, Seth, Charlie and Auron were love songs?

Poly Bittersweet NSFW HCs

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- Just like the title says!!

Scary movie

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- Alphonse and Seth being assholes

NSFW stand on things (for asks in the future)

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- just as title says!

Boo's garden

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- Boo with a garden would be so cute

idea's

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Dynasty/Emperor Au

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- Either Listener is Emperor w a big Harem. Or Auron with a Harem he help's get together w their boys

Pirate Au Not so happy introduction

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- The first one is Listener Pirate crew and the other is the start of how Seth meet the Crew.

Feast for the bubblegum Prince

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- Yandere Seth scene inspired by Arcane Jinx table scene.

Fic Idea Bittersweet trio

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- Time reversed too far and now young Boo is trying to get back ot their boys.

YV Twitter PT16 PT17 PT18 PT19 PT20

Incorrect Quotes (Multi character):

lock in lock in

The porn star?

*pulls out of inventory* want one?

go on

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foolbo · 6 months ago

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i wanted to do my own (much smaller lmao) version of the love letter to qsmpblr that everyones been doing

i took a massive break from twitch for a while from 2022-late 2023 so i didn't join the qsmp at the beginning. the first streams i caught were from purgatory 1 and you can guess how confusing that was lol. soulfire was my introduction to the qsmp which i guess is kind of poetic because thats mostly who i stuck with to this day.

tubbo has been my favorite guy to post about for the past couple months and as a tubbling since 2021 ill be continuing to follow him wherever he goes. ive been following charlie even longer so you can be sure ill be sticking with him too <3

i didn't start posting about qsmp for a while because at the time i was a purely dc comics focused blog so my first ever post tagged qsmp comes from december 26th 2023. so i havent been here as long as a lot of others rehbdsk

BUT even though i havent been here too long, i still have so so many positive experiences and i wanna acknowledge some key people who have made it super fun for me here

@qtubbo literally would not be here if it wasnt for you. you were one of the first if not THE first qsmp blogs i followed and your tubbo liveblogging saved me so many times as a pst tubbo viewer

@terezicaptor and @keirawantstocry THE GUYS EVER. i think youre the ppl on qsmpblr i interact with the most. oakley *grips you by the shoulders* you get it. you get it soooo bad. #toxictubblingstogether. and your art is sooo *chef kiss* jay your writing is amazing and you are so easy to talk to. your tina and quackity love is the realest thing ever. you both made me feel v welcome here and youre two of my fav moots so tyy <3

@ultra-raging-ghost the ghostie of all time. you are EVERYWHERE. i think youre secretly 5 ppl running 1 blog. you are insane in the most /pos way possible. could not ask for a better chat to be married to

@thesmpisonfire we have barely interacted but youre literally THE FUCKING GOAT for organizing language day and it would feel wrong to make an appreciation post without including you

@starriknight its always so so fun to see your name pop up 10 million times in my notifs <3 and getting to meet you properly and talk with you in the qsmpblr discord the past couple days has been wonderful

SPEAKING OF THE QSMPBLR DISCORD @sarcastictissy ty for making it and ty for staying so positive all the time its always really nice to see a positive spin on things <3

@tubborucho your post was the one that inspired me to make my version so ty ejcbhwdj and its always super fun to see you in my notifs

@qsmpbutwithsignlanguage its so nice to see another asl user here as i dont really get to meet many on the internet since its a visual language and youre always so kind ty <3

@royalarchivist THE FUCKING GOAAAATTTT!!!!!! i do not think you sleep but thank you for your service as the clip collector of all time

and im sure theres so many people im forgetting to mention but ty ty ty to everyone on here and everyone else on qsmpblr <3

#qsmp

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lv-iceprince · 2 years ago

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sun-kissed

pairing~ jung wooyoung x male! reader

genre~ (au) (f) (s)

word count~ 9.5k (it’s that god damn smut scene i tell ya)

synopsis~ It’s the summer of ‘72 and y/n- an ex boy scout, arrives home after his college life is ruined by something as mundane as a crush on his best friend. in an attempt to run away from his concerns surrounding his sexuality, y/n returns to pinefield. there he meets jung wooyoung, a delinquent who really shouldn’t be there. the pair, both from different worlds come to the realisation that maybe what they were feeling wasn’t intense hate but something special...

or the one where an ice cold camp counsellor meets a boy who he’s convinced holds the sun in his eyes

featuring~ two closeted gay kids who are stupid and in love, reader is san’s cousin but it doesn’t really add to the plot that much, insinuated homophobia (nothing is actually directly mentioned), switch reader & switch wooyoung, frotting, a sickening amount of fluff, kissing and pda, wooyoung’s smart mouth and dolphin laugh, the longest and most respectful smut scene ever, praise & body worship, cum play, unprotected sex (don’t do this please i just had to keep this era appropriate).

playlist~🌼 (excuse the amazing lack 70′s music on this playlist)

a/n~ at this stage i will probably always be thanking you @kpop-ship-silver for actually encouraging me to get some thoughts out there, especially this fic. and @flwrboi i know we just started dm’ing but let me be bold and say you’ve 100% become my muse of sort. even though i started this fic months you and your presence inspired me to make this the cutest thing in the universe. lets just say this is a token of “please be my friend?” “or maybe at least consider being moots for more than a couple of weeks?”

also the song y/n and wooyoung listen to in the lake scene is Go All The Way by Raspberries

You can’t help but feel somewhat guilty, your family had been waiting for months to see you, yet you currently sat in the shadiest area of your yard tracing shapes on your bare knee. The sizzling meat and the children that ran wild, though loud, was reduced to background noise in your mind. Family barbecues were far and few between yet the atmosphere remained the same, regardless of the change within your heart.

A few days prior you stood in a phone booth on your campus weaving a narrative of your seemingly amazing college experience, even if you didn’t address it the distance in your voice was booming, so your dad took immediate action dusting off the same apron he wore years ago in an attempt to at least gift you with a faint smile when you arrived home. He had yet to see that smile but still had a few tricks up his sleeve, even if he was practically forced to man the food. After the not-so-subtle “You know you can tell me anything right champ?” you didn’t budge, and that in itself felt wrong. Throughout your life you had always been the sweet little boy who would always peck their mum on the cheek before running off to explore their backyard, which eventually led to you becoming the beloved poster child for the town’s local scout troop.

Honesty, integrity and kinship practically ran in your blood even during your awkward teenage phases. And as soon as you outgrew your troop you snatched up the opportunity to volunteer as a counsellor every summer, even now the familiarity of it pulled you back in, and right now you were as desperate as ever to forget about the events that had taken place.

The first couple of months of college had lulled you into a false sense of security, gifting you with a decent roommate, friends, you even managed to find a girlfriend. If you could go back and give your past self a helpful warning you would have looked him in his e/c eyes and said “Sometimes the best things are temporary”. It began as a faint jolt of electricity that ran wild when you brushed against Jaehyun’s arm. Then eventually you found yourself drifting in and out as you scanned his handsome features, and when someone noticed you responded like clockwork “When did admiring your best friend become a crime?” That question was later answered the night you refused to go further with your sweet bookish girlfriend Anne and instead opted for sneaking a hand into your boxers, letting soft whimpers of Jaehyun’s name slip loose and drift into the cold night air.

Your major game plan was to keep the double life you were leading under wraps, but eventually you made a lapse in judgement. The night was painfully ordinary, Jaehyun laughed at his joke that nearly fell into the realm of being a dad joke. You had a good sense of humour but the joke was a complete miss, but the sparkle in his eyes, that made everything worth it. From that point on your body was acting on its own, after taking one sneaky glance at his lips you took your chance. In some fantasy world Jaehyun would have stolen your breath in one swift kiss, but it never came. Dread coated your entire being as your eyes, which had since then clasped themselves shut, finally opened.

There was no hint of emotion on his face, it was as if he had already blocked out what had happened. Your friend stood, reaching for his bag. Slinging it around his shoulder he tilted sideways trying to avoid making eye contact.

“I was just joking.”

“I think I should go.”

Those five familiar words carried a venomous sting to them that was only heightened by him turning on his heels. Speaking proved to be a struggle, everything you wanted to say never made it past the tip of your tongue. By the time you managed to croak out a string of words he was already out the door.

“Jaehyun…I’m sorry.”

From that point onwards Jaehyun made a habit of taking elaborate detours in hopes of avoiding you. Maybe he was doing you a favour since there was no way you could work your way up to looking him in the eyes let alone start a conversation. However, your perspective clearly changed when a heartbroken Anne sat across from you, you knew where this was going even before you registered the words she spoke.

It didn’t take long for it to spread like wildfire, everyone knew about the little ex-boy scout who wasn’t as innocent as he seemed. So instead of unloading your baggage to your father you ultimately decided to ditch and disappear into the semi-wilderness and confront your feelings later, what could possibly go wrong?

A thud to the back of your head withdrew you from your thoughts, snapping you back into reality. Before you even had time to swivel around your younger cousin Ethan was frantic, “Sorry!” Looking down to your side you notice a lone soccer ball, the adults around you immediately set into action scolding him. “You know y/n’s not well.” That was what your mum used to smooth over the situation, she knew even less than your dad but she was still out here defending you while holding a stack of paper plates.

“Mum I’m fine.” Feigning innocence, you stood flashing a gentle smile before you dashed towards Ethan. The young boy playfully squealed as you trailed him around your back yard, finally cornering him you picked him up carrying him to the blow-up swimming pool. He was already in his swimsuit so when you plopped him into the pool the boy giggled like crazy, splashing you with water.

The familiarity of it all was a soothing balm over all the things that had happened in the weeks prior, and returning to Pinefield was a much-needed cure for your broken heart.

Wooyoung shuffled in his seat irked by the whole scenario, he didn’t deserve to be in this hellscape disguised as a cubicle. He wasn’t going to deny that he resorted to minor threats but that’s all it was, he wasn’t going to beat the dude up. But no matter how many times Wooyoung had stressed this to his community service officer he was dismissed with a passive aggressive smile.

The combination of the man’s feigned innocence, the pasty walls and the noisy water cooler was starting to break Wooyoung. His head fell into his hands muffling a frustrated sigh, “Now… the last time I checked a verbal threat doesn’t equal community service.” “Well, it does in our books, now Wooyoung you’re eating into my lunch break” “Good” “Son, just choose something you have no choice in the matter.”

Snatching the clipboard out of the man’s hand Wooyoung traced his tongue along one of his fingers and took to flipping through the pages, it didn’t take him long to realise that each listing was just as bad as the last. However, one caught his eye. “Camp Pinefield? You’re kidding me, a scout camp? You’re willing to let a “delinquent” volunteer around children, that’s good to know.” Wooyoung expected to at least get a chuckle from the man in front of him but much to his disappointment he got another blank stare.

Frankly all of these options were shit, but it was still an easy choice to make. There was no way he was going to willingly clean up after the people who got him in this situation to begin with, he also didn’t ever feel comfortable working in a local cemetery.

“Camp Pinefield it is.” “Well, if that’s the case I will contact the head of the scout troop and organise the paperwork. The camp starts in three weeks so I expect to see you back here next week to register. But until then enjoy your freedom.” Wooyoung was already walking away when he recognised the cocky comment. “It’s a scout camp not a prison.” “Your right, twelve weeks isn’t that bad right?” Luckily the officer couldn’t see how Wooyoung’s face paled immediately. Used to Wooyoung’s antics the man didn’t even react when he dashed back into the cubicle once again ripping the clipboard out of his hands once again, “Don’t you mean one to two wee-“Wooyoung’s voice faltered after rereading the rough penmanship, ‘Oh shit’ .

“Okay look, Tom I’m sorry for wasting your time, you deserved that lunch. Almost as much as I deserve to not do twelve weeks of community service at a camp.” The boy, who just so happened to be gifted in the art of persuasion, kneeled down so his head sat on the desk. There was a side to Wooyoung that barely saw the light of day and it only appeared in moments of complete desperation, he scrunched his face into a bright smile that saw his eyes disappear behind his cheeks. “I change my mind.” Without realising it Wooyoung had given the guy all he needed to make a smartass comment that sliced deep into Wooyoung’s ego.

“But with a face like that, the children are going to love you, I can’t disappoint them, right?”

“Oh, come on! It’s not even final, I can change my mind.” “I’m sorry my hands are tied” “No they aren’t!” “I don’t care how loud you get; I am not budging. Have a nice day.”

In that moment Wooyoung’s suspicions had been confirmed, he had indeed spent the last hour and a half in literal hell.

“Well fuck you too!”

He was fuming when he rounded the corner only to be met with Yeosang stifling his laugh, even after he had spotted Wooyoung he made absolutely no attempt at hiding his amusement. It was Yeosang’s idea to sync up their community service meetings, a cute little privilege that he reserved for his best friend. Much to his delight he managed to be placed into the cubicle right next to Wooyoung, meaning he had a front row ticket to the chaos that Wooyoung was raining down upon the poor officer.

So Yeosang didn’t even bother to ask about what had truly taken place, and even though silence had plagued them the entire walk home Yeosang failed to hear what the other had murmured through gritted teeth.

“Twelve weeks, what a dream.”

You sat adjacent to scoutmaster Hawke, entertaining the man’s conversation as you prodded a stick into the flames watching the logs crumble. You didn’t know whether you were just gifted with a huge ego or whether you were just so used to being a model citizen, but seeing the logs reduced to ash made you feel like a god. You had arrived at the camp grounds just as the sun was rising, an act which was 100% unnecessary but it wasn’t hurting anybody. Hawke knew what to expect from you considering he had known your family for thirteen years, if you had wanted to show up at the crack of dawn, so be it.

Once upon a time you had been subject to Hawke’s strict nature, but as soon as your mother had been dubbed the longest serving chef Pinefield had to date you were given a pass to do as you pleased. It wasn’t actually as irresponsible as it had sounded, they all knew you had a working head on your shoulders.

It was nearly eleven and the egg yolk sun washed over the campgrounds. Saturating it in a friendly type of warmth. Since you had arrived Hawke kept you close by after giving you a special task, to welcome one of the new camp counsellors. This was by no means out of the ordinary, with your innocence, charm and enthusiasm you could win over just about anybody so why not put you out into the front line to ease the worries of the newbies?

What Hawke failed to mention was that he had indeed met the new camp counsellor, and if that day was any indication of the type of person Jung Wooyoung was all hands-on deck were needed to reform him. So, he concocted a list of plans spanning from A-Z, and plan A was more or less chaining Wooyoung to their best volunteer. It was a complete shot in the dark but it was easily the better of the plans.

The older man was actually relieved that Wooyoung hadn’t shown up yet, it gave him the opportunity to calm your nerves before he could spring everything onto you.

“Y/n you know I’m not one for sentimentalities but it’s good to see you again, I wasn’t sure if you’d be back, seeing as you weren’t here last year.”

You playfully scoffed, bickering with the man as if he was a beloved uncle.

“Hey! You know you can’t get rid of me yet Hawke, you’ll be long gone before I leave you all behind. But seriously I really miss being here.”

“Just know that you don’t have to volunteer to come back and visit.” “Yeah, I know.” Truth be told you were never accustomed to the idea of not giving back to the people that basically witnessed you grow up, so you stayed. All the kind words he had showered you with were merely a way to put your heart at ease before he threw you into the tiger’s den, and you hadn’t the slightest clue.

“Not to cut you off there, but are you really sure he’s showing up?” “Just give him some time, he’ll show up alright.” There was something slightly ominous about Hawke’s answer but you let it slide. The tweeting birds filled the silence enough for you to relax once again, however, just as you dropped the stick to your side a rusted cherry pickup truck rounded the corner. From where you were both standing it was hard to clearly make out the owner of the car, but that didn’t really matter as the person for Hawke was waiting for exited the pickup truck.

It was proving incredibly difficult to mask the shock on your face, he wasn’t meant to be here. Maybe you were a serial gatekeeper but your anxiety was beating you into submission. Even if the phrase “Don’t judge a book by its cover” was repeated on loop throughout your childhood, you adopted an immediate distaste for the boy. His raven hair was slicked back, held in place by a black and white bandana. The rest of his outfit hung loosely on his body, a mix between the hippies your mother whispered about and the delinquents your father urged you to distance yourself from.

Your guest took his time, speaking to the driver of the vehicle before flashing him an emotionless smile, he hadn’t even been here for a whole minute yet he already seemed to be suffering.

Sending a salute to his friend he approached, coming to a stop right in front of you. He had yet to utter a single word but his piercing gaze was preventing you from blurting out the usual camp counsellor spiel.

“Good to see you son.” Hawke’s words didn’t seem to faze the young man, that or he was a mute, somehow you had a hard time believing that. Hawke’s sharp exhale was a warning sign in itself, the ex-army veteran had a very…unique sense of respect, his morals were so deeply ingrained in him and it was terrifying. Even if his heart was relatively big, his anger was no joke and nothing angered him more than stubborn silence.

You inadvertently flinched when his large hand came to rest on the stranger’s shoulder, gripping it in faux jolliness. It wasn’t a friendly gesture at all, it was a clear show of dominance. But Hawke was met with a challenging tilt of the head. As if he could sense his brash nature Hawke retracted his hand.

“Y/n I’d like you to meet Wooyoung, he has been kind enough to take on the role as Clarke’s replacement. I have asked Y/n to be your mentor of sorts or as we say, your buddy. Even if he does hold more authority over you, treat him as you would a good friend.”

“Sounds great.” Oh great, he was a complete asshole, well he definitely looked the part, but you had held out hope that he would at least save the sarcasm for later.

“Now Y/n why don’t you show Wooyoung around.” You could tell by the crease forming between his brows that he already needed to recover from Wooyoung’s attitude. “Sure, will do.” Turning to Wooyoung you flashed him the best poster-boy smile you had, maintaining it until Hawke was out of sight, there was no way you’d let him see you so nervous and fidgety. “I’m Y/n, in case you missed it.” “Didn’t miss it.” “Cool! So how about we drop by the cabin to ditch your belongings so we can get this tour rolling.” You were preparing yourself for another sour response, not for him to push past you and walk off to God knows where. “I’d suggest dropping the quirky scout thing, it’s not very convincing.” Your jaw dropped in sheer disbelief “You’re going the wrong way.”

One would have thought that you had tortured Wooyoung, when in reality you had just given him a tour and his scout uniform. “I think it suits you.” Wooyoung sighed “Please don’t say that.” It had been what, an hour? Yet you could already feel a pin prick of a migraine forming. Not wanting to give him fuel for another sassy comeback you attempted to change the subject. “So Wooyoung, what brings you to Pinefield?” For the first time since you met, he actually thought over his answer before exhaling a forceful sigh. “Look I promise it isn’t as bad as it seems, but I’m here for community service.” Wooyoung didn’t want to admit it to himself, considering you had been so persistently bubbly and invasive, but the way you tilted your head in confusion, was honestly one of the cutest things he had ever seen.

“Wait, I didn’t know that was a thing, don’t you need to be back in town picking up garbage?” “Okay, pretty boy, you obviously missed the point THIS is my community service.” A flaming blush coated your cheeks, it wasn’t meant as a compliment but it still had an effect on you. “Right, I’m sorry I just didn’t know you could do that, honestly that sounds like a pretty good deal. I have a cousin San, he just started his community service a couple of days ago, he nearly took the Pinefield gig to spend time with me but he absolutely sucks at leading children. So, he’s cleaning empty houses.”

One would have thought you just said the most outrageous thing based on the pure shock on his face. “Your cousin San?” Wooyoung had no idea how many people called San lived in this area, you couldn’t be talking about his best friend. “Technically he’s my fourth cousin but I didn’t think that mattered.” “This might be a stab in the dark but are you possibly talking about Choi San?” He watched as your eyes lit up ‘oh fuck’ “Yeah do you know him?” There was no way, well actually that could possibly explain why you were so attractive. But besides that, you were nothing alike. “He’s a close friend, he actually drove me here.” “What?! Why didn’t he come and say hi? First, he misses our family barbecue and now this.” “I’m more surprised you didn’t recognize your own cousin.” “I have bad eyesight sometimes! And I haven’t seen his new truck.” And there it was, a pout that was nearly identical to that of his best friend.

For the first time since he arrived Wooyoung chuckled “The difference is amazing, I can’t believe such an uptight, do-gooder is related to San.” You responded with a shrug “Well I am.” Wooyoung crouches down so he’s eye level with you “Hey lighten up, I think we’ll get along fine.” “I doubt it.” “Oh, come on, now who’s the depressing one, look it’s not like I’ll torment you, I wasn’t going to… but now I know you’re San’s cousin I can 100% say I’ll behave. Scout’s honour.” Wooyoung gave a small salute and a bright smile, you could see why the two got along, there was something oddly sweet about the guy, but he was still a major pain in the ass who had been pushing every single one of your buttons since he arrived. So, you’d have to pass on actually being his friend.

All you could do was flash him a false smile and glance at your watch hoping you had somewhere to be, your call was answered in seconds. A knock on the door brought Wooyoung to his feet in time for another counsellor to enter the change room. “Y/n there you are” He didn’t seem to notice Wooyoung until he turned to his side. “Good you’re here too. The scouts are here.” It was in that moment that you realised your watch was definitely showing the wrong time. “Oh, flip. Okay we’ll be out there soon.” You could feel Wooyoung smirking as the counsellor left the room “Oh flip? San 1, Y/n 0.” “What does that even mean?” “I’m keeping count. Whenever you say anything cheesy or lame San gets a point, I dunno how you get points but I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”

Wooyoung did in fact keep his promise, he definitely didn’t set out to make your summer difficult. But that didn’t mean that he wasn’t annoying, oh god was he annoying. Three weeks into his time at Pinefield he had ditched his cold bad boy persona and became the golden child of the camp, the children adored him, the female counsellors had a crush on him and the adults showered him with praise. Even so, Wooyoung had a soft spot for you, even if it wasn’t mutual. You had made it completely obvious that he was a burden to you but he honestly didn’t care. He still had fun testing your patience.

Truth be told, if you weren’t studying a degree in social studies, you probably would have been an actor, solely due to the fact that you were able to convince others and yourself that you despised Wooyoung when in reality you had become one of those who were completely enamoured by his everything. But this felt too familiar and if Jaehyun had taught you anything it was that you were doomed if you let your heart get the best of you.

“Look, I’m not saying you’re wrong, but why don’t you like him? He’s so nice.” Your friend Christina interrogated you over breakfast, you let out another sigh aware of the possibility that you were grasping at any reason to hate Wooyoung. “You know what if you spent every single day paired with him, you’d be losing it too.”

His sarcasm had rubbed off on you, whenever questioned about him you always had a defensive answer. Because at the heart of it, there was a reason why you disliked him and it was growing bigger and more complicated every week, day, hour and minute that you spent with him.

Your prayers had been answered, then dashed in a matter of time. Wooyoung didn’t show for breakfast gifting you with much needed silence, but the world also condemned you to a good couple of hours in the presence of a shirtless Wooyoung. The lake on the edge of the camp wasn’t the biggest lake in the world, but it was still in need of a lifeguard. The lake was connected to a string of other lakes that ultimately connected to the sea, a perfect get away for Wooyoung who sat on a cherry-red lifeguard chair. Instead of actually watching out for the kids he let them run free, closing his eyes to inhale the salty sea breeze. Feeling eyes on him he pauses his Walkman “You good?” It was a struggle to keep your cheeks from turning red. Wooyoung had to be aware of his visuals, his cockiness was most definitely a result of over-confidence.

“I’m fine, just watching you shirk your responsibilities, if you aren’t going to be the lookout let me do it.” “It’s all good up here don’t worry your pretty little face about it.” Huffing out a sigh you stretched back allowing your feet to dangle off the end of the jetty. Even from your spot the sea air managed to tussle with your h/c locks. Wooyoung resumed his position, reclining back into the chair. Just as he was about to press play you spoke again “What are you thinking about?” “That’s a pretty invasive question.” “I’ve never seen you make that face before.”

There was a moment of hesitation. He wasn’t keen on telling you the truth, that he was thinking about you. It didn’t have anything to do with your relation to San, even if you hadn’t told him that bit of information, he still would have found you so insanely attractive. He couldn’t deny the fact that he frequently wondered what your mouth could do, other than nag him. You were uptight to a fault. Any other person would have been offended by your harsh approach, but Wooyoung found it endearing. He actually enjoyed your company, every single attempt he made to get closer to you was in good spirit. He wasn’t even certain that you were into him or guys in general, it was more of a suspicion that was proving itself true with each lingering glance in his direction.

So instead, he responded with a witty retort. “I’m imagining that I’m at the beach with the hot sun and even hotter babes.” Man, this guy sucked, however, he was attractive. You hadn’t seen it before but the sun shining down on him proved to be your new weakness. Summer looked good on him.,

“Sounds like a dream, now share!” Springing up you strolled towards the boy, tugging at his arm that was lazily thrown over the arm rest. “The hell?!” “Didn’t you hear me? Time to share that fantasy, get down.” Wooyoung, used to this behaviour could only chuckle at your words. “Wooyoung.I.Just.Want.To.Do.My.Job.” “Fine, move out the way I’m getting down.” Wooyoung Leapt down from his throne with ease “There you go, have at it.” Wasting little time, you fumbled up onto the seat. Ironically you had little to no climbing abilities despite being a scout and since you were focused on not slipping and getting a concussion you failed to notice your swim shorts ride up your legs.

Something as simple as that broke any self-control Wooyoung had, but it was the innocence that got him. You seemed just as oblivious as always, he was actually willing to overlook this mishap until you smirked at him.

In your head the smirk was a sense of dominance, you had gotten your way, end of story. However, that smirk led Wooyoung to the point of no return.

“I think we should get out of here.” You rolled your eyes “Look we only have twenty minutes left. I’m not letting you out of my sight.” How were you not getting it? He was being so blatantly obvious. “Look. I’m feeling, God, can we just talk… privately.” It was all too tempting to tease the guy but he looked completely on edge. “Yeah of course.” Landing on the ground as gracelessly as possible, you looked around for the best place to have this conversation. It was decided that the small lifeguard’s unit that sat about a hundred feet from the lake was the best bet.

Unlocking the door, you ushered Wooyoung inside, taking the extra step to lock the door behind you. “What’s u- ““Look, I could be completely wrong but do you like guys?” “I’m not against them, you’ve seen me with my male friends.” He was starting to wonder whether you were just that oblivious or just a stick in the mud. “I know that, I’m asking if you’re attracted to other men.”

Wooyoung had promised that he wouldn’t torment you, but for some reason you were still anticipating the worst if you did confess to anything. So, you gave the same answer you gave to Anne all those months ago. “That’s absurd, I’m not into guys. I’m straight.” Your lie seemed to convince her at the time but Wooyoung saw through your half-hearted words. “Look I’m not asking because I’m weirded out but you’ve been acting a little…look you keep staring at me and I don’t know how to feel about it.” “Oh, come on don’t flatter yourself Wooyoung, it’s nothing really.” Wooyoung licked his lower lip in frustration. “Look if I tell you something about myself can you answer one question for me?” “If it’ll make you happy go ahead, but please make this quick I don’t want to leave the kids alone for too long.”

“Great! Don’t worry this won’t take long.” He may have come across as overly enthusiastic but in reality, his nerves were starting to get the best of him. “You’re not the only one who isn’t straight, unlike you I’m just better at hiding it. So let me ask you again “Are you attracted to me?”

It felt absurd, this couldn’t be happening. While you were still trying to comprehend the words, he had spoken Wooyoung leaned in, his voice no louder than a faint whisper. “Feeling’s mutual.” While your brain attempted to come up with a long list of excuses as to why you shouldn’t give in to him, your body acts, swiftly pulling him in for a kiss. After the initial shock Wooyoung resumed his cocky playfulness, nipping at your lip. “I didn’t think you liked me that much.” “Shut up.” “Come on I’m just teasing.”

Wooyoung cupped your face, pulling you back it didn’t take long for his soft lips to soothe every single one of your worries. “More, Wooyoung I think I want you to touch me.” Even in his most vivid fantasy he never thought you’d be begging for his touch. “Where? Here?” The amusement was evident in his voice as he brought his hands to rest upon the bare skin just shy of your hip bones. The light circling motion as he traced aimless shapes summoned gentle whimpers. “S-stop teasing me, you know exactly where I want your hand.”

Wooyoung clicked his tongue, his mock displeasure wholly covering up the fact he thrived on your demanding attitude. “I didn’t know pretty boy had so much bite.” Whining in frustration you rested your forehead against his. “Woo you’re wasting my time.” Maybe he had gotten carried away, he quickly glances up at the clock hanging on the wall. “Looks like I’m going to have to make you cum in less than ten minutes, challenge accepted.”

Wooyoung swiped at the various clipboards that littered the desk behind you, too caught up in the moment to even react when they hit the floor with a clang. He leaned in for one final kiss, whining when you tilted your head to the side. Not wanting to let you win this heated battle he took to nipping down the side of your neck as he lifted you onto the desk. While you were far too preoccupied with the sensation of your skin between his teeth Wooyoung tugged your swim shorts down tossing them off to the side.

A hiss slipped through your gritted teeth as his hand came into contact with your already hard member. Even though his touch was light and his hands soft, your voice remained caught in your throat. You wanted to test his patience just as he had tested yours, but the only thing you had to offer was a pathetic buck of your hips each time his hand edged closer to your balls. You shuffled forward holding yourself against him, leaning your head into his shoulder you whined. “Don’t stop.” As if to spite you Wooyoung stilled his hand, bringing your head up you frowned at the loss of contact. “Hey lighten up, I want to try something.”

It was his turn to pull down his swim shorts, not knowing what to expect you play nice, allowing him to bring your left leg up for better access. You closed your eyes waiting for him to enter you, instead he pressed his dick against yours. Once again, his hand returned, this time he held both of you in his hand resuming with short, feverish strokes. Your own arms began to shake as the pleasure he deprived you of returned, feeling far more intense than before. Letting your eyes close and head loll to the side you failed to see him swipe your tip, merging your precum with his. One more clench from him had you shuddering against him as you came onto his hand, even though you were trying to recover Wooyoung continued. The overstimulation forced you to open your eyes looking him chase his high, not even phased by your cum coating his hand. “Woo, stop, it’s too much.” “Hang in there, I’m nearly done.” Wooyoung moved his hand faster only for you to cry out, gripping his biceps you left small crescent indents. The light pain was it all took for him to reach his release.

Even through the lust that was clouding your mind you managed to peer up at him, marvelling at how gorgeous he looked with his clenched jaw that only slightly relaxed when he began muttering a string of incomprehensible curses.

Catching his breath Wooyoung pulled away from you, looking at the clock. “Told ya I could get you cumming in under ten minutes, I think that deserves a kiss.” His comment was weightless, it was intended to float in one ear and out the other but you caught it mid-air with a warm smile that made his heart skip a beat. “You’re ridiculous.” Normally whenever you’d say that it would sting, as if you were ripping a band-aid off of his heart. Instead, you gifted him with a honey-sweet kiss, reassuring him that this wasn’t a dream, even if it felt too good to be true. It was nearly impossible for you to admit that you liked him, the words just weren’t there but the lovesick look in your eyes told him everything he needed to know

The walk back to the lake was full of the cheesiest smiles that the two of you could muster, you intended to drop it when by the time you came in view of the kids. But Wooyoung had another one of his brilliant ideas, ignoring your whining he pushed you to the side so he could take the small climb back onto the chair. “Wooyoung!” Instead of answering he shuffled into the seat, partially spreading his legs “What’re you waiting for? Didn’t you want to share that fantasy with me?” He stretched his arm out smiling when you took his hand, steadying yourself just so you could climb into his lap.

All the wriggling that he was doing became apparent when you realised, he had pulled his Walkman out from behind him. Noticing your doe-eyed expression Wooyoung took it upon himself to lean in close placing one ear pad over your ear and the other on his.

For the first time that day you closed your eyes, ignoring the loud game of Marco Polo that was taking place but before you could fully drift into a peaceful daydream Wooyoung made sure to let you know how he felt.

“San 37, y/n 2.” “Wait how is a confession only worth two points?!” “It would have been five points if it was a verbal confession. But don’t worry, we have the rest of summer for you to catch up.”

By the time the last day had come around you were still far from beating San, while you would say the whole point system was just there to piss you off, Wooyoung begged to differ “You’re just a little embarrassing.” You both currently stood in the kitchen, staring at the bacon that was closer to ash than anything edible. Having Wooyoung as your boyfriend meant that you drew the short straw with kitchen duty, ever since Doris gave him the opportunity to cook breakfast once a week you were pulled along even if you weren’t the best chef around. The only thing you got out of these moments was complete privacy to kiss the life out of him. Ever since that awkward confession you were unable to be around each other without acting like dumb kids who were hopelessly in love, luckily Pinefield remained oblivious to everything that had happened. Shocking considering how touchy Wooyoung was.

Amongst all of the sexual favours you had done for each other you always faltered when it came to actual sex. Back in the lifeguard’s unit all those weeks ago you were prepared to get it over and done with in thanks to that lust filled frenzy, yet things weren’t that simple. You just couldn’t bring yourself to feel that open and comfortable again, it wasn’t like Wooyoung ever pressed you on the matter. He was content either way, but today was the last day you had with him, well not exactly, yes you were leaving Pinefield but Wooyoung assured you that you had him for life now. That didn’t make you feel any better, you were aware of how removed and cold to the touch you could be, you were way more mellow now but you still felt wildly uncomfortable admitting out loud that you actually loved him. There were countless times wherein you had accidentally cock-blocked yourself, each time you credited that to the trauma that came from your near kiss with Jaehyun.

But that was then and on the last day, it felt all too right to switch roles. It was time you became the one with the bright, charming disposition. Which wasn’t really the easiest thing to do, but if that issue of Teen magazine you found lying around told you anything, it was to trust your heart.

“So Wooyoung, you doing anything tonight?” “Probably not but I haven’t even thought about what I want for lunch, you’re expecting a lot from me Y/n.” “Well, is it okay if I steal you away for the night? I wanted to repay you for this summer. “You’re such an idiot I told you I’d come by your place after we got home, stop trying to ditch me it’s rude.” Wooyoung wrapped his arms around you while you stirred the scrambled egg “Stop twisting my words, I’ve got a surprise for you.” “Nice! See you then.” The door creaked open causing Wooyoung to let go of you making you lose balance and singe your finger on the flame that licked the side of the pan. “Mother of God Wooyoung! That hurt!” You intended to give him a piece of your mind but instead you were greeted with Doris’s friendly smile. “Y/n deary that looks bad, Mr. Hawke wants to see you, but first come with me, let’s get some ice on that.”

Unfortunately, that was the only time you had with Wooyoung until you slipped into the cabin that night. Hawke had kept a close eye on you giving you housekeeping tasks that left you in his presence for the majority of the day, you had assumed the camp was none the wiser but all of Hawke’s questions alluded to quite a bit of suspicion from the older man. You preached the cover story that you weren’t a sinner, and in fact Wooyoung was a friend of a cousin of yours and that he was actually a decent person to be around. All of that acting tired you out, the only thing preventing you from crashing your head onto the pillow knocking out for the night was your lover’s expectant look. In an attempt to seem as casual as possible you walked past him to the bathroom, when you had passed him you spoke lowly “I’ll come get you when the others fall asleep.” Wooyoung nodded immediately launching into a cover up “I’m glad your finger’s better, I didn’t think it would be that bad.” As usual his constant chattering went over the head of the others urging them to fall asleep quicker than anticipated.

Making sure the coast was clear you sat up scanning the room, realising that Wooyoung was also up doing the same thing. When he made eye contact with you, he smiled and pointed towards the cabin door. Nodding you gestured towards his shoes. While he was getting ready you tiptoed towards the corner of the room grabbing two kerosene lamps, lighting them while you still had the dim cabin lights.

Wooyoung let out a loud exhale when he joined you outside “We better get out of here I’m not sure if I saw someone walking up or if it was a trick of the light.” Passing him a lamp you shushed him with a frown and walked off into the distance waiting for him to jog up to you. “Sorry about that Woo, I really don’t want to get caught. But I’m glad to see you. I really missed you.” “Hey well you’ve got me now, so do what you will with that.” Your free hand reaches towards Wooyoung’s clasping it tightly as you walked ahead practically dragging him behind you. The fool behind you giggled, he had mentioned it casually during conversation but whenever you demanded something from him or “wore the pants” in the relationship, he became weak at the knees.

It had to be no less than a ten-minute walk away from the campground when you came to a stop. “We’re here.” Wooyoung wasn’t sure he knew where “here” was but he got some kind of idea as the orange light illuminated the field of daisies around him. Placing the lamp to the side you fished out a plaid picnic blanket laying it down you sat down waiting for Wooyoung to take his seat next to you.

“I didn’t expect this from you of all people.” “Oh hush, I have a plan and if you keep running your mouth, you’re going to make me anxious.” You reach back for his hand, your nerves showing as your hands shook in the warm summer night’s breeze. Instead of addressing the elephant in the room aka your shaking hands Wooyoung brought your hand up stroking it before giving it a chaste kiss. “You’re probably wondering why we’re here.” “I admit it did cross my mind.” “I wanted to star gaze, but I brought you here for another reason. I found this place in my first year and I thought it would be suitable to say goodbye here.” Wooyoung froze, his heart in his throat. Shocked was an understatement, he didn’t even do anything this was so messed up “You’ve got to be kidding me.” “No, I don’t mean it like that! I just don’t think I’m coming back to Pinefield next year. So, I wanted to make my last night memorable. I was already thinking of cutting my ties with this place but Hawke just basically interrogated me today and I decided that I don’t want that. What I do want to say is that I’m an idiot who can’t tell his boyfriend how much I love him.” You looked up at Wooyoung your eyes crinkled as you flashed him a bashful smile. “I don’t say it enough but I fucking love you Wooyoung”

If it was any other occasion, he would have laughed at how awkward your cursing sounded but instead he pulled you in for a rib-crushing hug. For the first time since you had known him, he was rendered speechless, just existing with you in his arms. Deciding to play along with him you let him pull you down onto the picnic blanket, he shuffled around so you could both look up at the twinkling stars that hung low in the night sky.

After a brief moment of silence had passed before Wooyoung found the right thing to say. “Coming here was a mistake, I didn’t even want to be a counsellor but now, I can thank my stupidity otherwise I wouldn’t have had my heart stolen by an annoying, uptight, cold-hearted camp counsellor.” “Well, I’m glad you like them cold. But seriously thank you Wooyoung. You fixed a broken heart.” It was Wooyoung’s turn to tilt his head in confusion “I was outed for trying to kiss my best friend, word spread that I was just some gay little camp scout, so I came here. Basically, thank you for being so stupid.” Despite the moonlight shining down upon the two of you, you swore you saw the sun in his eyes, so you kissed him. It felt different from all the other kisses you had shared, it felt complete.

Wooyoung snaked his way under your shirt, his touch searing your skin, but it was okay, it was safe. You pushed Wooyoung onto the blanket straddling him. He was about to whine and kick up a fuss when you tightly intertwined your hands with his, leaning back in for another kiss. His lips were reminiscent of the sticky marshmallows that he ate by the bonfire, which made up for the fact that Hawke wouldn’t even let you join in on their small end of camp celebration.

The kisses that were initially forceful and demanding were now needy and messy. Impatient as ever Wooyoung pulled his hands away from yours to try and flip you over, you pushed his hands away with a cocky smirk. “I’m sorry but It’s my turn to love you.”

You left his lap only to part his legs, kneeling between his thighs you placed a soft kiss on his forehead. A silent oath that you were going to treat him as if he was made of glass. Wooyoung’s jaw went slack when you removed your shirt, arching your back as you did so. There was no doubt that you knew how to get him flustered, it was a shame that you hid that side of yourself as often as you did. But maybe it was for the best, Wooyoung never denied the fact that he was a possessive guy. So, he was just counting all of his lucky stars that he was the only one who got to see you like this.

“I should have asked earlier but are you sure you’re okay with me doing this Wooyoung?” “I want this, please go all the way.” You were trying to remain serious but you broke into a fit of laughter as he continued to quote the song you listened to by the lake. “It feels so right, being here with you tonight.” “Stoppp you’re making me blush! But seriously are you okay with me being on top?” “Relax will you! I want this.”

“In that case” You gripped Wooyoung by the hips, tugging him in closer “I’m about to rock your world. “San 79” “Don’t you dare mention San now, that’s such a turn off.” Wooyoung’s squeaky laughter was contagious, but you were too worked up to laugh with him. Instead, you pulled his shorts down focusing on palming the bulge in his pants. Failing to grip anything more than the picnic blanket Wooyoung sat up holding you close to him, if he couldn’t handle this, he had no idea how he was going to get through tonight. Despite his clinginess you continue to palm him while he began to lazily place kisses across your body, starting at your lower jaw and travelling down to your Adam’s apple and finally stopping at your heart.

It was a tricky job, considering Wooyoung was so firmly pressed against you, but you managed to remove his boxers sighing as you felt his length rest against your lower abdomen. “As much as I want to keep holding you like this, I’d prefer to fuck you.” Trust you to seem so proper even when you said the filthiest things, Wooyoung leaned back trying to give you as much space without having to stop touching you. Discarding your boxers, you guide Wooyoung to lie down, fighting against all of your urges you took it slow bringing three fingers up to your mouth and lathering them with saliva. The sensation of your pointer finger entering him made him throw his head back allowing himself to look up at the stars once again. The sensation of your finger pressing against his tight inner walls was borderline euphoric, if it wasn’t for the sweat beading against his torso, he would have thought he was dreaming. The feeling intensified with the addition of a second finger being buried into him. “Shame on you for not doing this sooner, your fingers feel so good.” Wooyoung moved to angle his hips trying to get your fingers to sink in deeper. However, at that moment you had already pushed in a third finger. “F-fuck!” Concern was at the forefront of your mind thinking assuming that you must have hurt him, his blissed-out face quelled your worries. “You’re doing so well Woo, thank you so much.”

That simple comment sucker punched Wooyoung in the heart, he wanted to be the one thanking you, instead he was writhing around trying to delay an orgasm that felt too close for comfort. Then you had to go and effortlessly brush against his prostate “Y/n, please stop, m’gonna cum if you keep this up.” Wanting to drag this out a little longer you removed your fingers, brushing them on the edge of the shirt Wooyoung was still wearing making him scrunch his face up in disgust. “My bad, its not like you’re going to be wearing it the whole time.” It sounded like a random comment but Wooyoung could tell by the dominance in your voice that it was an order, so he removed his shirt.

Getting a closer look at the tattoos spread across his body you brought his legs up, licking your palm you brought it down to lubricate yourself before brushing the tip against his entrance. Wooyoung shuddered at the sensation only to whine when you finally dipped your body and pushed into him. His body went rigid, he let his eyes fall shut so he could marvel at how well you filled him up, once you had bottomed out completely you pulled him towards you so your body was tightly plastered against his. Even though you had yet to move your heart was violently thumping against your chest, as you both gasped out disorderly breaths.

“You feel so good Wooyoung, just relax and I’ll make you feel so good just you wait.” “I already feel good, but fine, you’re the boss .” Keeping to his words Wooyoung exhaled, loosening around you. As soon as his body was lax you started thrusting into him “Y/n oh, that feels so good. More.” Heeding his word you gripped his legs, placing them over your shoulder. It was hard to maintain any self-control around Wooyoung, especially when he looked like that, face red and flushed, hair sticking to his forehead. A particularly hard thrust forced a groan from Wooyoung “Shit, I’m sorry Woo, I’m so sorry.” Making a move to pull away from him Wooyoung held you in your place “We’ve spoken about this; you never have to use that word; you have nothing to be sorry for.”

Lowering his legs by a fraction you began moving again, though your thrusts weren’t as hard they were hitting the right spot each time. Wooyoung whined at the friction, he knew full well that he was nearing his climax and this time he welcomed it. He tapped your hand, “I want to do something.” You let go of his legs watching him prop himself up with his arms, his back slightly arched. Moving back and forth he tried his hardest to ride you, it was a precarious angle but it hit his prostate spot on. “I’m so close, I can’t...” Before Wooyoung could finish his sentence, he came, cum spurting onto your lower torso, he really wishes he could have held out just that few seconds longer so he could experience the magic of cumming with you but at least he got to really take in the sight of you pulling out only to cum on his stomach.

Wooyoung crinkled his nose when you fell to his side, placing a sloppy kiss at the corner of his mouth. “That… was amazing.” You smirked at the boy who was still trying to get down from the high he was riding. “I hope it made up for lost time.” “Didn’t it ever. I can’t believe you just did that.” Any sense of dominance that you had disappeared leaving you a blushing mess. As if you hadn’t just spent the whole night making out with him you leaned in for another kiss. You made the move to rest your head on his shoulder, Wooyoung did the same almost headbutting you in the process. “Don’t worry Woo, I’ve got you.” Not having the energy to refuse you Wooyoung brought his head down to rest on your chest.

It was nearly impossible to determine how long the two of you were cuddled up, talking and pointing at the stars. The sex-crazed stupor you were still in broke when something small and wet fell onto your cheek. Luckily you caught Wooyoung before he fell into a light slumber,” Wooyoungie, it’s raining, get up sleepy head.” The rain was getting heavier by the minute even though there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky. You didn’t notice it initially but Wooyoung had fallen behind a slight limp in his step. Coming to a stop you waited for him to catch up, passing your back pack to him you crouched low waiting for him to jump on. You marched through the forestry, dodging mushroom rings while Wooyoung wrapped his arms around your neck, murmuring the sweetest things one could ever imagine.

The rain was pelting down at full force by the time you returned to the cabin, masking your heavy footsteps from the added weight of Wooyoung who had been attempting to tickle you for one whole minute. Dropping him off onto his bed, you brought him in for one more hug ruffling his dark hair. “Well, thanks for being my date for the night, I’m sorry this is awkward I don’t know what to say… Maybe just go to sleep, you look like you’re about to pass out.” Wooyoung rubbed his eyes and whined “Well I am going to sleep but not because you told me to.” Rolling your eyes at Wooyoung huddled under the sheets you returned to your own bed, finding it nearly impossible to stop smiling as you thought recalled the entire night.

Another thing you found impossible was falling asleep, you were put off by the thunder and lightning despite it not being that violent. It wasn’t a complete fear of yours but it bothered you all the same. Murmuring a soft “Oh my god” you sat up, hair a mess and a frown plastered on your face. Clearly the lack of sleep was messing with your head considering you got out of bed tiptoeing over to Wooyoung. Not wanting to disturb him too much you lightly tapped his shoulder trying to wake him up, to no avail. “Hey, hey wake up… Wooyoung!” You whisper shouted, he jolted awake blinking rapidly, trying to adjust to the dim light. “Mmm, it’s just you” With that he turned over not even phased by your presence. Instead of whining at him feigning ignorance you stayed perched by the side of his bed. “I can’t sleep.” Maybe you didn’t sulk but Wooyoung could feel you pouting, so he turned over pulling his sheets back, his eyes were still closed and his brain could barely comprehend anything more than a few words.

So, you slid into his bed, sighing when his arms wrapped around your lower back. It was his turn to pull you closer letting your head rest against his chest. The thought hadn’t crossed your mind that the two of you could potentially get caught, but it truly didn’t matter. It’s not like you were ever coming back to Pinefield anyways. Yes, it had been a home to you for years, but something had changed. You weren’t the hurt guy that showed up 12 weeks ago, you weren’t scared of the judgement anymore. It was a soothing balm to your heart knowing that you could move on all thanks to Wooyoung who had said it many times “I don’t care whether you like it or not Y/n, but you’re stuck with me for life so get used to it.” So, you fell asleep. The heavy rain and his soft heartbeat the soundtrack for a summer love that was far from over.

~in other words please don’t repost or steal my work as i’m a slow writer~

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sunsetsandsunshine · 1 year ago

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~ Just say you’re sorry ~

THIS IS FOR THE AMAZING ANON THAT INSPIRED THIS FIC SO KUDOS TO THEM 💞✨💗💕

Also tagging my fellow moots who love this HC as much as I do:

@someone1348 @tickleebug @prettychillbrainfreeze @ghostlyshylee @itzystopkiddingmenowloco

Lee’s: Leo🐢💙 and Mikey🐢🧡

Ler’s: Raph🐢❤️ and Donnie🐢💜

Summary: Raph and Donnie have been getting pranked by they’re younger brothers all day. So like the good big brothers they are, they hatch a totally not devious plan to teach they’re younger sibs a lesson.

(A/N: AS ALWAYS- T*EST DNI YOU NASTY CREEPY WEIRDOS)

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“Stupid dumb-dumbs…stupid stupid dumb-dumbs…”

Raph turned around from where he was sitting on the living room couch to see his immediate younger brother- Donnie- pacing back and forth in the kitchen, holding a mug of coffee that spilled a little bit every now and again as he turned around in a pacing circle.

The young genius was wearing his dark purple sweatshirt with the sleeves pulled up to his elbows, wearing his occasional purple mask and goggles. Raph was wearing his own mask as well, clashing with his grey/gray sweatshirt.

The snapper got up from the couch, putting his phone down and walking to his immediate younger brother. “Hey, bud…you okay?” Raph asked, putting a hand on Donnie’s shoulder as a way to show his comfort. The younger looked up at Raph and started chuckling, even though the eldest turtle was 99.9% sure nothing he just said was funny…

“What’s wrong..? What’s WRONG???” Donnie yelled, going close to Raph’s face so they’re snouts touched before stepping away from him. The softshell put his coffee mug on the counter, pacing back and forth again while his hands were behind his back.

“Oho, I’ll tell you what’s wrong. What’s wrong my dear older brother, is that those imbeciles that I apparently have to call my younger brothers have been pulling pranks on me left and right ALL DAY. I can’t get any work done without fearing for my life that another water balloon or paint cannon is going to hit me!” Donnie said, throwing his hands up to the air before putting them back down. The purple cladded sibling sighed, rubbing a hand down his face slowly as he tried to calm himself down.

Donnie was frustrated- very very (that’s two very’s) frustrated if you couldn’t tell. The genius wanted to have a productive day; a day where he got almost all of his work done and he had the rest of the evening to spend with his family and friends. Believe it or not, the softshell actaully enjoyed spending time with his family, even if he acts like he dreads every single second of it.

But sadly, the universe didn’t want the day to go the way Donnie had originally planned. The universe had to give him not 1 but 2 younger siblings that were annoying as FU- fudge. Annoying as fudge.

Anyway, the two gremlins have been placing boobytraps and pranks all over the lair, such as sparkle canons, water balloons, whoopie cushions- you name it! And at the end of every single prank there would be this…card that mysteriously came out of nowhere. It was orange and blue and had Mikey and Leo’s faces on it, saying “You just got pranked by the Portal Pals! (P.S. L + Bozo)”

Which was…cute. It was nice that the two were having fun and spending time with each other…but WHY did they’re fun have to torture Donnie in the process?

“You too, huh?” Raph chuckled, reaching into his sweatshirt pocket and taking out a couple of Leo and Mikey’s “You just got pranked!” cards. Donnie couldn’t help but chuckle along with Raph at the sight of the cards, going over to him and resting his head on his plastron, groaning. The snapper just laughed some more, wrapping his immediate younger brother in a hug as he patted his battleshell.

“They’re. so. annoying.” Donnie whined, rubbing his hands along his face as Raph sighed. “I mean, yeah. They’re our little brothers, little bro. It’s kind of they’re job to annoy the living hell out of us, y’know?” The eldest reasoned, patting Donnie’s shoulder as he huffed, his anger starting to slip away. “Yeah…I guess so…” the softshell mumbled, taking his head up from Raph’s plastron and smiling at him.

“But hey! Look on the bright side: that doesn’t mean we can’t get payback~!” Raph exclaimed, winking at Donnie who raised one of his sharpie drawn eyebrows, curiosity and mischievousness written all over his face. “Are you implying what I think you’re implying?” Donnie asked, grinning from ear to ear.

Raph grinned back, nodding his head in confirmation. The second-oldest turtle smiled a bit more (this time being a kind of evil smile) as he took out his phone from his pocket, going into they’re family GC. The younger started typing up something on his phone, beginning to walk to his lab.

“Walk and talk with me, Raphie. I’ve got a plan…”

🕺🏾🐢🍕Cool Kids GC 🍕🐢🕺🏾

Today at 2:34 pm

*🕺🏾👾Bootyyyshaker9000👾🕺🏾 is online*

Hello my fellow fam

*UrfaveChamp😘😘😘✨💙 is online*

*Mystic_Mike🎨🤩 is online*

Yoooo

Hey Don!

How are you 😁🥰?

Good good.

How’s the eyebrows working? Feelin pretty, bro?

Donnie groaned from Leo’s text, about to type “kys” in the GC to his younger twin before Raph cleared his throat, shaking his head in disapproval as they continued to walk. The softshell sighed, deleting the text before he was about to send it in the GC.

“There. Happy?” Donnie asked as the oldest nodded, walking into the lab and both sitting on the lab’s desk chairs. “Very.”

“Anyway, what’s he even talking about, Don?” Raph asked, confused. Donnie ran a hand down his face, clicking out of messages and showing Raph a picture he took earlier. It was a pic of Donnie’s eyebrows covered in sparkles, glitter and fake gemstones- and it looked completely awful. Let’s just say the eyebrows looked like a second graders art project.

Uh…no offense to any second grader of course…

“One of they’re sparkle canons got me…” Donnie mumbled. The softshell was so glad he was able to clean that monstrosity off- he would never be able to live that down without anyone making fun of him for it.

Raph cackled at the picture, putting a hand to his face as he did so. “Stop laughing...” Donnie glared, taking the phone back so Raph couldn’t see the photo anymore. And if the alligator snapping turtle knew any better, he could’ve sworn that he saw a pout on his immediate younger brother's face.

“It isn’t funny.” The pout caused Raph to giggle a bit more, booping the softshell’s snout as the younger playfully swatted his hand away. “It is a bit funny…” Raph giggled, smirking at Donnie. The second oldest just chuckled as he rolled his eyes, clicking out of his Photos app and right back to the GC.

They’re fine, actually. The sparkles really complimented my eyes.

See! Told you he would like it, Mikey!

A success in my book

Oh whatever 😒😒😒

✨Anywaysssss✨

What is it that u needed, Don?

R u okay?

Oh, yeah. I’m fine.

I just need you both to come to my lab.

I have to make a huge announcement to say to everyone.

It’s extremely important.

Raph’s already with me so I just need you two to come.

Oh!

Okay!

Oooh! Must be a pretty important if we’re coming to Dee’s lab…

Yes- it is important. I literally just said that.

See you in like- 15 seconds, Dee!

Wait! Raph’s w/ u right now?

Yes. Raph is with me as of right now.

Ask him for me how he likes his new room setup 😁✨

LMFAOAOAOAO

Raph grabbed Donnie’s phone out of his hands, his face red in embarrassment as he typed in the group chat. “What’s he talking about, man?” Donnie chuckled confused, not used to seeing his older brother so flustered.

After the snapper was done with…whatever he was typing, his face relaxed- seeming really calm and content now. Raph cleared his throat, handing the phone back to Donnie. “We don’t talk about it.”

KSYNDND

*KYS

THIS IS RAPH TYLINGNEN

*TYPING

KANSHSJAKSHS!!!

U KNOW ITS FUNNY BRO-BRO

I HATE YOU 2 SM LITERALLY DIE😡😡😖!!!

BAHAHAHAJSHSBDKDK

We love you tooooo Raphieee~!☺️☺️☺️😘😘💕💖💞💖💖✨✨

Donnie clicked out of the messaging app and glared at Raph. “How come I can’t type ‘kys’ in the group chat but you can!?” He asked, putting his phone on his desk and crossing his arms. “Eldest brother privileges, duh.” Raph said calmly, merely shrugging as Donnie rolled his eyes for probably the millionth time today.

“What’s with the random call to Dee’s lab? Are we experimenting on something?” Leo asked excitedly, looking around the lab to see if there was anything brand new or important to test on as him and Mikey walked in. “Yeah! What is it? I wanna know!” Mikey asked as well, grinning from ear to ear waiting for either of his older brothers to answer the question.

Leo was wearing his dark blue sweatshirt, with his blue mask. Mikey was also wearing his favorite orange sweatshirt, also wearing his mask.

Not answering any of the younger two's questions, Donnie tapped a few buttons on his wrist watch, closing the lab door behind them. The two quickly looked behind them at the door and then at each other, nervousness starting to broil up in they’re stomachs. “Don? Raph? You guys okay…?” Leo asked, his head tilting to the side in confusion as his twin and older brother just stood there staring at him and Mikey.

“So…you guys gonna keep staring at us, or are you gonna tell us why we’re here…?” Mikey said as he scratched his head in confusion.

“Glad you two are so curious to find out why I called you here.” Donnie smiled, him and Raph getting up from they’re chairs, looking at they’re younger brothers with a deadpanned face. There was another awkward silence with all of them just staring at each other.

The two youngest weren’t sure if they were called in Donnie’s lab for a legitimate reason or if this was some huge staring contest. Leo and Mikey exchanged worried glances, “Soooo…you gonna tell us or what?” Leo chuckled, crossing his arms trying to hide his nervousness at his twins vague answers.

“Well, you and Mikey have been pranking me and Don a lot.” Raph said stating the obvious, only for Leo and Mikey to chuckle. “Is this what this is about? Are we in trouble or something?” Mikey giggled, nudging Leo in the elbow causing the older to snicker.

“You two aren’t in trouble per say. We just want to join in on the fun too!” Donnie smiled…a bit too sweetly. Leo crossed his arms, squinting suspiciously at his older brothers. “Join in on the fun?” The slider repeated. “Oh, but of course! The fun I’m personally thinking of starts with an r and ends with ‘evenge’. Isn’t that right, Raph?” Donnie grinned as Raph nodded his head.

Mikey gulped, “Wehell…Ihi just remembered I have to goho feed my pehet rock…so, uh…if you’ll excuse me I’ll just be on my way…” Mikey giggly said, nervously walking backwards to the opening door to the lab. Mikey attempted to open the lab door again and again but it just wasn’t budging. He turned around, trying to turn the knob but it wasn’t moving an inch.

“The lab door is locked my dearest Angelo.” Donnie chuckled as he saw the youngest trying to pry the door open- an evil smile plastered on his face as he leaned against Raph’s side, crossing his arms.

Well shit.

“You get Mikey, I’ll get Leo.” Raph instructed, walking towards Leo as Donnie walked towards Mikey, both of the older siblings wiggling they’re fingers slightly with huge evil grins on they’re faces. The two youngest looked at each other completely petrified, stepping away from the door and splitting up, going deeper into Donnie’s lab but making sure to keep they’re eyes on they’re “attackers.”

“Wahait! W-We cahan talk abohout thihis!” Leo giggled, putting his hands up as a way to try and stop Raph from…whatever him and Donnie were planning. Well- he did know what they were planning which is why he’s TRYING his very best not to think about it too much…

Now, don’t get Leo wrong, he can be a menace. He’s been called it many many times by different people, which he takes a LOT of pride in. And he can become even MORE a menace when he’s tickling one of his brothers. To funny remarks to rib-counting to teases. Leo was one scary of a Ler and that was just something you just couldn’t deny.

But sadly, the universe wouldn’t allow Leo to be the only scary Ler in the family. The universe had to give him not 1 but 2 older siblings that were terrifying as FU- fudge when it came to tickling.

When it came to Raph and Donnie, they were just…vile. Finding every single possible way to tickle and fluster they’re Lee until they can’t even think straight.

Since Raph was, like, a TITAN in turtle form, it’s completely impossible to escape him while he’s wrecking you. And since he’s the eldest he will just go on and on and ON about how he was “The best Tickle Monster.” And that stupid thing he would always do was give “Raph-berries.” Basically raspberries but he’s nibbling you as well and it was TORTUROUS.

Now Donnie was an evil force to be reckoned with. For one, he would cheat. The softshell would use his spider arms to ping your arms up so you couldn’t squirm. And worst of all he would pretend as if him wrecking you was a whole big science experiment. Testing out his “hypothesis” or whatever other big words Donnie knew.

So getting that out of the way, Leo knows he’s absolutely dead. Deceased. Expired. 6 feet under…

The red eared slider just knows he’s completely screwed. Based on the facial expressions, body language and overall demeanor of his older brothers, the two were out for revenge. And Leo and Mikey being more sensitive than them, (Leo being a tad bit more ticklish than Mikey), they knew they couldn’t stand a chance. All the two were doing was wiggling their fingers and Leo and Mikey were giggly messes…

“Talk about what, little brother? Talk about how you scared the living heck outta me with all those posters of Mrs. Cuddles that you put all over my room?” Raph taunted, stepping closer and closer to Leo making the younger giggle more frantically.

“I-Ihit wahas funny though!” The younger one stammered, “Actually, now that you mention it…SHE’S RIGHT THERE, LOOK!” Leo screamed, pulling out a completely terrified look out of nowhere pointing somewhere ahead of him, pretending where he was pointing was Mrs. Cuddles.

Hey, he’s not called the Face-man for nothing!

“Wait- WHAT? WHERE?!” Raph screamed, frantically looking around Donnie’s lab to try and spot Mrs. Cuddles. But the only thing he saw was a certain red eared slider running away from him.

Well played…

That little shit.

Before Leo could attempt to try to hide somewhere in the lab, Raph came from behind him, picking the younger up and putting him on his shoulder, carrying him to the middle of the lab where Donnie and Mikey were. Donnie already “captured” Mikey, using his spider arms to hold his arms so he couldn’t try and run away again.

Leo started to hit the back of Raph’s shell, squirming to try and get out of the older’s hold as a bunch of giggly threats flooded out of his mouth. The snapper only rolled his eyes, poking Leo in the side causing the him to let out a surprised shriek followed by frantic laughs. “Don’t forget the position you're in, bud.”

“Yohou guhuys! Plehease dohon’t- noHO Deehee!” Mikey squealed as Donnie released him from his tech arms, sitting down on the carpet floor and pulling him into his lap as Raph did the same thing with Leo, sitting a little bit across from Donnie. Before the young genius could pin Mikey’s hands up- as he originally planned on doing, the youngest retracted into his shell, giggling smugly as Donnie tried to get him out by knocking on his shell repeatedly.

“Hey! You can’t do that!” Donnie said, crossing his arms and glaring at his younger brother. “Toohoo bad. I juhust did.” Mikey taunted, happy he found a way to escape Donnie’s tickly wrath.

Leo, about to go into his shell too was immediately caught by Raph. The older held up his arms, grinning and raising a brow. “Where do you think you’re going, Lee?” Raph asked, chuckling as Leo plastered a nervous smile on his face.

“Nohowhere…” The red eared slider giggled, looking around anywhere but Raph’s face before looking towards his younger brother who was soon about to break by the demon you would call Donatello.

“DeEHEE! NahAt the tUHuhUmmY!” Mikey squealed, squirming in his shell trying to get away from Donnie’s tickly fingers that were now dancing across his stomach. The older shook his head, grinning at the sound of the youngers frantic laughter.

“Then get out of your shell and fight like a real man!” Donnie taunted, which only caused Mikey to whine throughout his giggles but not coming out of his shell. Suddenly, Donnie stopped tickling his tummy, poking at the boxer turtle’s lower rib. “Boop.”

The younger's reaction was almost immediate as he came out of his shell completely to grab at Donnie’s wrists. “There we go~! See! Was that so hard?” Donnie smiled innocently, using his spider arms to pin Mikey’s arms up. Donnie just smiled at Mikey as Raph let go of Leo to begin tickling his sides.

“Pfft- nohohoho!” Leo giggled, hugging his middles and squirming a bit as Raph lightly scratched around his sides. The older one laughed in amusement, raising a brow and grinning at his reaction. “No? No, what? You two brought this upon yourselves!”

“Oho screw ohohoff!” Leo retorted, pushing at Raph’s wrists as Donnie just continued to look at the youngest, not doing anything quite yet.

“Whahat?” Mikey asked, looking at his older brother who’s face looked like he was solving the worlds hardest math problem- but the genius probably did stuff like that for fun anyway.

“Hm? Oh…nothing. Just trying to remember where you’re most ticklish, Angelo…I can’t quite seem to remember…” The softshell muttered, crossing his arms and looking up intensely at his midnight purple ceiling.

“Wha-?! Whahat ahare yohou tahahalking about??? Yohou know my worst spot!” Mikey giggled, rolling his eyes at his brother who only shook his head. “My apologies, Mikey. I sadly do not. But…perhaps you could possibly tell me?” Donnie smiled, a smile which only caused Mikey’s face to go a bright red. “I aham nohot telling! Yohou already know!”

Donnie laughed at the younger one’s answer, starting to trace his fingers along the place where Mikey’s shell met his neck- a known melt spot spot for the youngest. Mikey giggled slightly at the sensation, squirming a bit under Donnie’s hold.

"Are you ticklish anywhere else?" Donnie asks, not stopping his tracing, looking down at his younger brother’s face that indeed looked like a tomato- which is really weird because he hasn’t even tickled him for that long!

“Noho! I’m not! Juhuhust lemme gohoho!” Mikey squealed, kicking his legs trying oh so desperately to get off his older brother’s lap. “No? You're lying to me, aren't you?" Donnie chuckles, still not stopping as he continued to trace Mikey’s melt spot.

“I bet you're super ticklish. I just need to find the right spots! Just tell me where, and I'll be sure to avoid it like the plague." He pauses, giving the younger a chance to tell him where he was ticklish (because Donnie obviously didn’t know!). His voice was low and teasing now, a playful, taunting inflection in his words. "Or should I just start tickling you until I find out myself?"

Mikey just giggled, shaking his head and stomping his feet on the ground- determined to try and escape while he still could. “That's a yes, then?" Donnie chuckles, smiling a little to himself. "Alright, I'm going to take your lack of response as permission to tickle you." The softshell merely said as he now started to tickle the younger’s exposed underarms.

“HeHEY!” The boxer turtle shrieked, trying his best to squirm away from his older brother. “ThaHAT TIHIckles yohoU BiHIHiG jeHerk!” Mikey cried, regretting his words as soon as they came out.

“Does it?" Donnie chuckles in fake surprise, continuing to tickle Mikey’s underarms, his hands being gentle- not getting to his worst spots…not yet at least. “You really shouldn’t have said that, Mike~!” He remarks, smiling as the younger one only laughed more at the tease. The second oldest soon began to pick up the pace of his tickly fingers, laughing as Mikey tried to hide his face in his elbow- not being able to hide them in his hands since his arms were pinned up.

“What are you squirming around for, hm?” I vividly remember you saying you weren’t ticklish anywhere else…” Donnie stated matter-of-factly. “IHI LIhihiED, AhaLRIGHT? Ihi lihihIED- dOHOn PLEHease! QuiHIT IHIT!” The younger admitted, his laugh muffled from hiding his face away in his arms.

“Do you hear that, Raph? This little shit lied to me! Can you believe that?!” Donnie cried dramatically before lightly scratching his fingers at the sides of Mikey’s neck- making the younger let out a high-pitched squeal; not hiding in his arm anymore as he threw his head back in full blown laughter.

“I wouldn’t be lying to Donnie if I were in your position, Mike. Just saying.” Raph said casually as if there wasn’t a red eared slider in his lap, laughing his shell off and squirming like he’s being electrocuted.

“And you. Stop squirming so much! Your making it hard to get your good spots!” Raph playfully scolded down at Leo, tickling at the younger’s ribs, chuckling as Leo grabbed his wrists and uselessly tried to pull them away.

“Ihi’m gOHOnna gEhet yohOU guhuys baHAHAck soho bahahad yoHOu’ll wiHIsh yohOU neHEver knew meehee!” Leo threatened, lightly punching the air in hopes to hit Raph. Which- none of them did. But hey, A for effort, right?

“Oho I bet you are.” Raph laughed sarcastically as he began to tickle Leo’s stomach. “Someone has a ticklish tum-tum, I see~?” Raph teased as Leo’s face began to go almost as red as the oldest’s bandanna. “DOOHOO *snort* naHAT CAHaLL IhiT THAHAT!” Leo squealed, kicking his legs and throwing his head back in hysterics.

“RAHAHPHIEEEE! PLEHEASE! STAHAP IHIT!” Leo cried, still trying to grab at Raph’s hands as they were lightly pushed out of the way each time he tried. Raph smirked as the younger pleaded, only making Raph tickle his stomach more lightly- almost feather-like.

“I will stop as soon as you and Mikey apologize!” Raph smiled. “Agreed. As soon as you two apologize, we’ll stop reminding you two just how ticklish you are.” Donnie exclaimed as he began to knead Mikey’s thighs. The box turtle shrieked, kicking his legs in hopes that the kicking will make it harder for Donnie to tickle him there.

“NAHAHA! DEEHEE! NAHAT *squeak* THEHEHERE!” Mikey squealed, still kicking his legs but Donnie’s hands stayed firm as he began to knead harder. “IHIT TIHIHICKLES! DAHANNIE *squeak* PLEHEASE *squeak* STAHAP!”

“Hm? What? What’s so funny Angelo?” Donnie asked, looking back at his younger brother who- by the way- looked like a full on turtle tomato. “WEEHEE’RE SORRY!” Mikey cackled. Donnie nodded his head, looking at Raph but not stopping tickling Mikey.

“Hey, did Leo apologize yet?” Donnie asked. “Nope! Which I think is a bit rude considering your situation don’t you think, Leo?” Raph asked, stopping tickling Leo to let him breathe as Donnie did the same with Mikey.

“Yohou are thehe woHORST older brohohother eveher…” Leo giggled at Raph, knowing he was absolute dead meat after that comment but couldn’t help himself. Mikey made a teasing ‘ooooh~!’ sound, giggling at Leo’s comment to they’re eldest brother.

“Personally, I wohohould nohot tahake that amount of disrespect…” Mikey giggled as Raph only sighed, shaking his head before smirking. Raph flipped Leo around so that his shell was facing the ceiling- and as he did so Leo felt as if his soul left his entire body.

Leo and his big mouth…

“AHAHA! NOHO! NOHO WAHAIT *snort* A SEHEHECOND!” Leo panicky giggled, kicking his legs and lightly punching on Raph’s thighs. “Waitwaitwaitwait- lehet’s tahalk- RahaHAHAPH! RAHAHAPH WAHAHAIT!” Leo giggly panicked, his laughter increasing as Raph slowly lowered his head to the back Leo’s knees, ALMOST touching it with his face.

“What? Wait for what?” Raph grinned, waiting for Leo to reply but the only response he got from the slider was snorting cackles. Raph took a deep breath before blowing a raspberry on the back of Leo’s knees, causing the younger turtle to go absolutely mad in laughter. Leo covered his face with his hands, muffled cackles bouncing around the walls along with Mikey’s squeaky cackles as Donnie gave raspberries to Mikey’s stomach.

“Jeeheez…you guys are really ticklish, huh~? I wonder how long they could last…what do you think, Don?” Raph asked before going back to blowing raspberries on the slider’s knees, not showing him any mercy now.

“I estimate about 3 more minutes or so…but it doesn’t really matter because I don’t plan on stopping until I hear an apology from Leo~!” Donnie tauntingly sang, laughing as Leo and Mikey’s laughs became more louder after that. “Besides, these two had what was coming to them for a while.”

Mikey absolutely paled at Donnie’s tease. This wasn’t fair! This wasn’t fair one bit! He already apologized! He surrendered!But because of Leo’s stupid comment and the denial that’s he’s the most ticklish out of all 4 of them, they’ll probably be here for an hour!

“LEEHEEO! LEEHEEON *squeak* PLEHEHEASE! JUHUHUST AHAPOHOL- *squeak*” Mikey cackled as Donnie began to blow raspberries on Mikey’s ribs now, scribbling his fingers along his sides too.

“So? What’s it gonna be, Leo? Have you had enough?” The eldest asked as Leo only glared at him through his laughter, throwing his head back again. Leo shook his head, banging his fists on the carpet. The poor slider was trying to act high and mighty but was still squirming like a fish out of water trying to get back into the ocean…

Or, in this case, trying not to get tickled to pieces.

“Stop squirming, Leo. You aren’t going anywhere. I could do this allllll day.” Raph teased as he blew another raspberry on Leo’s stomach. “Well, scientifically speaking, you can.” Donnie said, stopping giving Mikey raspberries but still tickling his stomach with both hands.

“I was doing some research for um…scientific purposes and I figured out that alligator snapping turtles and softshell turtles can hold they’re breaths for an hour. So, as long as we take certain breaths now and again we could blow raspberries on Leo and Mikey’s ticklish tummies for as long as we-“

“WEEHEE GEHET IHIT!!!” The two youngest screamed, not wanting to hear anymore of Donnie’s “scientific discoveries” about how him and Raph were the most devious ticklish monsters on the planet.

Donnie and his dumb-dumb research.

“Huh…you don’t say…” Raph smiled, trying to test Donnie’s theory about the whole “not needing to breath thing for an hour” thing. He blew probably like the millionth raspberry on Leo’s stomach.

And…Donnie was right! Not that he had one single doubt on his immediate younger brother’s genius of course! It just sounded too good to be true! He will definitely be using this tactic on Leo and Mikey in the future…and maybe April too! He’s definitely not scared of the aftermath of when he does that to her…

Raph smiled, not being taking a single breath as he continued to give a raspberry to the back of one of Leo’s knees. Raph was enjoying this new skill he could do very well! Leo on the other hand…was going absolutely ballistic.

“NAHAO, *snort* AHANYWHERE *snort* EHELSE! NAHAT *snort* THEHE KNEEHEEHEES!” Leo screamed, punching Raph’s thighs lightly again. “Awh~? Why not~? Is this a bad spot, Lee?” Raph teased into Leo’s knees, finding this whole situation quite amusing indeed.

“OHOMIGAHAHA-!!! YEHES! IHIT’S *snort* SOHO FREEHEEAKING BAHAHAD!” Leo cackled, not knowing what to do but just laugh and kick his legs. He was absolutely defenseless! There was nothing more he could do but just take it! “So…it tickles? Would you say this tickles too~?” Raph asked as he began to nibble at the back of Leo’s knees along with giving raspberries at the same time. Or, “Raph-berries” if you will.

“RAHAHAPH! NAHAH- *snort* IHI HAHATE YOHOHAHAH!” Leo snorted, his hands starting to flap against the carpet floor, making light thumping noises.

Raph laughed, a smile still plastered on his face- but instead of that eat shit-and-die” expression he had on earlier, this smile was way more fond.

Fun fact: Anytime Leo was tickled by his siblings, he younger would start happy stimming with his hands. His siblings think it’s the most adorable thing ever- much to Leo’s disagreement.

And it was so funny because he couldn’t even deny that he hated being tickled (even though he did anyway)! The evidence was right there!

“You didn’t answer my question, little bro! Does it tickle?” Raph pressed on, eager to get an answer out of his younger brother. “ *YEHES! MY GAHAHAD! OHOBVIOUSLY!” Leo screamed, still trying to kick Raph off of him.

“Just making sure!” The oldest smiled sweetly, still not stopping his new ability on the second youngest’s knees. Leo whined throughout his cackles, covering his face once more. “Don’t be like that, little bud! You know you love it!” Raph teased.

“NAHAO *snort* THE HEHEHELL IHI *snort* DOHOHON’T!” Leo screamed, happy stimming with his hands again.

“Your body language says otherwise, bud.” Raph teased back.

Back with the PB&J Duo, Donnie an idea sparked in the genius’ head. His eyes sparkled as he grinned at Mikey- causing the youngest to gulp in nervousness. He knew what his older brother was planning…

“Dohonatello- Dohon’t yohou dahahare…” Mikey warned, glaring at Donnie as a warning. But that so-called warning only made Donnie laugh. “Oh I dare. Oh I so, so dare, Angelo.” Donnie taunted before blowing raspberries on Mikey’s plastron where his ribs would be.

The younger let out a glass shattering squeal, causing Donnie and everyone in the lab to flinch a bit. But like Leo- Mikey can’t really do anything but just laugh at this point.

“PLEHEHEHEASE! DAHAN- *squeak*! STAHAP!” Mikey cackled, kicking Donnie in the side with his knees which only caused Donnie to chuckle. “I think our little brothers have mutated into a pig and mouse.” Raph laughed, both him and Donnie laughing at the comment- because they couldn’t really deny that fact that.

“OKAHAY! OKAHAY!” Leo screamed, his hands flapping on Raph’s thighs repeatedly. The older chuckled at the gesture, fighting every ounce of him not to take a picture with Donnie’s phone right now at the younger’s adorableness. “Okay, what Lee~?”

“IHIHI’M SAHAHARRY!!” Leo snorted, his hands still flapping happily and Raph couldn’t help but laugh fondly at it. “Should we let them go, Raphie?” Donnie asked, still nibbling at Mikey’s plastron but eyes on Raph, waiting for his answer.

“Yeheah, we should. We don’t want to accidentally kill them...” Raph said to his immediate younger brother, chuckling at his own joke. The two oldest stopped tickling the two youngest, letting the two just relax in they’re laps; trying to catch they’re breaths.

“Oho my gohod….” Leo breathed out, turning to his side so he could see both Donnie and Mikey. Raph laughed as he rubbed the younger one’s head; trying to soothe him. The younger teen squirmed, holding Raph’s wrist as the older laughed some more. “I’m not gonna tickle you, bud.” He said, continuing to rub Leo’s head as the red eared slider stopped holding his wrists, excepting the gesture.

“Thahat was fuhun!” Mikey giggled with Leo, sitting up and leaning on Donnie’s plastron- now being able to use all of his limbs. The softshell then used his spider arms to give the pranking duo two glasses of water- which the two happily accepted.

“Speak fohor yourself…” Leo giggly grumbled, putting the finished glass of water to the side after drinking it and leaning on Raph’s plastron.

“So! I guess now you two know not to mess with your older brothers, right?” Donnie asked, wrapping Mikey in a hug before lightly squeezing his sides, causing the younger to let out a screech. “YeHES! We learned our lesson, okahay?! Jeeheez! Couldn’t you have warned us in text or something?” Mikey whined, pushing at Donnie’s face lightly.

“Nah. This was way more fun.” Raph and Donnie both said, smiling as the two youngest groaned fondly at they’re answer to Mikey’s question.

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This fic has been a WIP for a LONG ASS TIME so I decided to finish as soon as my stupid exams ended and post it lol-

But srsly- I love this HC for Raph and Donnie sm it’s so evil <3 I hope everyone enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it :D

(Also sorry if the phrasing and/or pacing is weird- this is my first time writing with two lees and two lers- I dunno what I’m doing 😭💀😂)

P.S. Since Summer just started for me I will be able to work on more of my WIP’s so keep watch for ‘em :p

#If you couldn’t tell I love writing Raph #He’s such a great character and an even better tickle monster #Brains and Brawn #Its been a couple of months but I think I can officially say they’re my favorite duo #The beginning of the fic was just proof of that #Sorry this took like 2 months to make 💔💔💔#As I said- I had no idea how to write 2 characters getting tickled at the same time #I love you all with all my heart but I’m NEVER doing that again #It was so hard-#But thank you K for giving me advice for it ✨💗💞#This fic wouldn’t have been finished without you 💕✨#Also thank you Jo as well for helping me remember what I wrote for one scene because dOCS FREAKING DELETED IT #This fic probably would be half its size if it wasn’t for ya ✨💗💕#Leo and Mikey are such a shits I hope I did them justice #Oh wait who am I kidding- I’m a younger sibling ofc I have em justice #Raph-berries #Plz- I hate him sm /lh #Donnie acting oblivious to where his Lee is ticklish and “figuring out” the spots might be my new favorite thing #Cuz he could wreck you if he wanted to but he’ll just leave you in suspense 😉#Like the mean older brother he is #Rottmnt tickle #Lee!Mikey #Lee!Leo #Ler!Donnie #Ler!Raph #Rottmnt tickle fic #Rottmnt tickle fanfiction

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