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moonchild-in-blue · 3 months ago
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Dark Signs - Espera being all smiley and giggly + The Boyℱ dancing right at the end
The girls were struggling with the paper crowns right at the beginning of the ritual, and Espera #2 had her hood falling off. They were SO FUNNY AND SILLY. This is the aftermath đŸ„ș
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honeybubblebeeeeee · 7 months ago
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Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Pairing: Sylus x reader
Tags: mostly fluff, some suggestive content
A/N: LMAO ik I’ve been MIA forever a lot happened BUT lnds has restarted my brain rot so I’m boutta get REAL ANNOYING HAHAHAHA this game has me in a chokehold
Sylus the man that you are đŸ˜©
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Sylus had been gone for a few days. It shouldn’t have bothered you but it did.
You didn’t know where he went or when he’d come back. Mephisto was gone, even Luke and Kieran had disappeared.
It didn’t feel the same going out into the N109 zone without your second shadow. You haunted the Onychinus base. More specifically Sylus’ wing of the base.
You couldn’t stop yourself from walking into his room one exceptionally lonely night. Or from going into his closet and sneaking his soft grey sweater that you’ve only seen him wear maybe once. It smelled like him.
There was something blossoming between the two of you. Your distaste for him had slowly dissolved. After everything he did to help you it was hard to hate him.
Lately the two of you had become more intimate. There were more soft touches, sneaking glances, many almost kisses but there was some sort of barrier, a line both of you seemed hesitant to cross.
Wearing nothing but his sweater and some underwear, as it went almost down to your knees, you curled up in his bed. It made you blush to think about the time you were trying to steal the brooch from him. After he had evaded his handcuffs and pinned you to the bed, you two had been so close to doing something.
It quickly got ruined when Luke and Kieran came barreling in and then everyone was blushing. Sylus some how kept a nonchalant face.
The softness of his silk sheets and comfortable mattress lulled you to sleep.
Movement in the room started to rouse you. Rubbing your eyes against the soft glow of a lamp, Sylus’ large figure came into view.
“Sorry darling I didn’t mean to wake you.” You squeezed your eyes shut, having a hard time adjusting to the light. Sylus chuckled softly and brushed a strand of hair away from your face.
His touch vanished, you squinted trying to see where he went. As your vision cleared, you watched the way his deft hands made quick work of the buttons on his shirt. As he laid it across the chair beside him he turned and made eye contact with you.
A smirk played on his lips as he stalked over to you. He sat down beside your head and cupped your cheek. “Don’t you have your own bed kitten?”
You sleepily giggle, your eyes fluttering closed again. His touch was soothing and warm. “And this sweater looks quite familiar. I think I have one just like it.” His hand left your cheek and went for your exposed thigh.
Sylus massaged the soft skin and slowly you felt the sweater rise with the warmth of his touch as he came to your hip. He gave the area a squeeze before pulling the sweater back down. “Not only do you lay in my bed and steal my clothes but you’re also wearing practically nothing underneath.” A deep laugh sounded from his chest. “Maybe I should leave more often.”
Your eyes opened and your mouth fell into an O. “That’s not nice.” Dramatically you pouted, jutting out your bottom lip. Sylus only smirked and flicked it before standing up and walking into his closet.
He came back out moments later in just his underwear and you couldn’t help but eye him. His steeled abs flexed as he moved about the room. The scars on his skin glowed like stars against the lamp light.
“You’re staring.” His crimson eyes flared a little brighter as he stalked toward you. Your eyes couldn’t help but flick down to the bulge of his underwear.
He laughed as he slid overtop of you and hovered to get a good look at you. Your skin heated against his gaze. The sweater you wore suddenly feeling too hot. As you reached out to touch him he grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles.
“Bed time for such a sleepy kitten hm?” He stood up and grabbed your hips pulling you to the edge of the bed. Squealing he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist.
You kept a strong grip around his neck as you snuggled into his skin. Sylus always smelled good. It was addicting. One strong arm gripped your ass as he pulled back the blankets on the bed before laying you back down again.
He released you ready to pull away but you kept your grip around his neck, refusing to let him go. Sylus chuckled, the sound vibrating deliciously throughout your body.
“Come on darling. I’ll lay with you.” Huffing you started to release him. Quickly you planted a kiss on his cheek before he could pull too far away. He kissed your forehead in return. Hesitating at the way you licked your lips but he still pulled away.
Sylus flicked off the light. Dousing the room in completely darkness. You couldn’t see him but you could hear him walk around the bed and pull back the blankets. You stayed facing away from him as he got settled.
There was a moment of silence no movement or words. His hands came out of no where, gripping your hips and pulling you back against him. A giggle passed your lips, he tightly wrapped himself around you, resting his chin on the top of your head.
You squirmed in his hold, pushing your ass against him as innocently as you could.
“If you keep doing that, the last thing you’ll be doing is sleeping sweetheart.” His voice brushed your ear sending a chill down your spine.
You didn’t feel like sleeping anyway.
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everettswritings · 1 month ago
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Hi! :) II read your fics but when I tried to reach you out for a fic, your requests were closed, so I've been thinking of a fic of Lee! Pure vanilla cookie and ler! Shadow milk cookie. Can you do this fic? TYSM!
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Hello! I can gladly do just that. Also, beware of the spoilers for Beast Yeast episode 7! (Kink/NSFW accounts DNI!)
Atop the Spire of Deceit, Pure Vanilla Cookie was at his knees on the floor. His whole life had been just a lie? He was nothing more than a puppet to Shadow Milk Cookie? That can’t be right! Unfortunately, though, it was and it was hard to understand let alone process. The jester laughed to himself, finding a twinge of amusement in what was tragedy for his opposite.
“Oh, lighten up, ‘Nilla!” He said, getting down to the other cookie’s level, “Everything about this world is nothing more than an elaborate web of lies! What’s so different about this one, hm?”. Pure Vanilla Cookie put his face in his hands, sinking further onto the cold tile floor. Shadow Milk Cookie scoffed, but their gaze had the tiniest sliver of sympathy, “Seriously? THAT’S all I get outta you!? Come on, you’re acting like a child!” They joined Pure Vanilla Cookie on the floor “Yeah, it hurts, big whoop! But that’s reality for ya, my boy! Cookies lie, cookies destroy, they’re apathetic, they’re lazy, they zip up shut when you ask them to do better, that’s reality.”. That wasn’t getting anywhere, either. Sure, the Beast was right about that, the world would always be packed with cookies that made it no better, but is it always good to think about? Should one really let themselves get caught up in that “elaborate web of lies”?
There was a beat of silence, spare a couple irritated noises from Shadow Milk Cookie. Seriously! Where’s the drama? Where’s the big, explosive reaction? Miseries and tragedies are by far the least comedic genres! All he saw whenever he looked back at the little hero was just
 nothing. But also, maybe sometime locked deep away in distant memories, Shadow Milk Cookie felt the same way once upon a time. Even when he was the Fount of Knowledge, it wasn’t easy; cookies turned away from him to believe their little lies, they would even tell those lies to his face, and at one point it felt like his whole existence was a lie. Oh, curse you, emotions! Always getting in the way of the funnies! The jester stood up once more and started to nudge at Pure Vanilla Cookie with his foot, like when you try to move a stubborn house pet out of the way.
“Come on! Do something!” They jeered, continuing with nudging. Finally
 there was something! Pure Vanilla Cookie let out a small laugh and reflexively tried to move away. Shadow Milk Cookie found themself grinning again “Oh? What’s so funny, my boy?”, nudge, nudge. Pure Vanilla Cookie laughed again and actually moved. They continued this little game of cat and mouse for a minute, at least it was something!
“Stop it.” Pure Vanilla Cookie finally said, his voice just the tiniest bit lighter, “I’m not in the mood.”. “Not in the mood for what?” Shadow Milk Cookie asked, getting back down on the floor, “Don’t tell me that tickled!”. The beast could see Pure Vanilla Cookie tensing up a little bit and grinned, this was about to get far more fun! “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna play too rough!” He giggled, pouncing on the other cookie and immediately scribbling all over his sides. Pure Vanilla Cookie was caught off guard; “Pa- Phahahahaha! Hahahahaha! Hahaha- s-stop! Quit it!” He laughed, trying to move away from his adversary(to no success). “Maybe not the exact reaction I wanted, but I’ll take what I can get!” The jester sung as Pure Vanilla Cookie kept laughing, “Don’t- hahahaha! Hahahahaha!” He tried to protest “Hahahaha! Hahaha!” He gave up pretty shortly, he was already overcome by the giggles. Shadow Milk Cookie’s grin turned up even wider and started shifting between spots, finding a nice path to travel; first he would climb all the way up Mount Tummy, go through the Great Rib Maze, explore Cave Armpits, and then slide all the way back down to the Side Foothills to start again! It was a game in a way, one that was fun for him but not for Pure Vanilla Cookie. Oh, and of course he had to announce every move!
“Look out, avalanche!” The jester exclaimed, dragging their nimble fingers all the way back down to Pure Vanilla Cookie’s sides. The hero’s voice cracked uncharacteristically, “HahahaHAHAHAA!”, it sounded like a bird that just got the wind knocked out of it. “Ugh, lost again! Maybe I need to retrace my steps?” They said, tracing through the path they had already gone over in the maze. Pure Vanilla Cookie felt like he was losing it! He was wheezing, his voice kept cracking, and this was the hardest he had ever laughed in years! Though, funnily enough, it actually didn’t feel that bad. Sure, his lungs were burning higher than a volcano and his throat was beginning to feel a little dry, but for once he couldn’t think of anything- much less the world-shattering revelation from earlier. Even still, it’s not like he could get much of a word in right now. Shadow Milk Cookie’s hands finally paused, “Aw, don’t tell me you’re already done playing! You look like you’re about to start crying.” They pouted. Pure Vanilla Cookie nodded. “Okay, okay! I’m not going to give you such an undignified end
 yet.” They finally got off and let Pure Vanilla Cookie breathe, which he gratefully did.
“Y’know, I may be evil, but I’m not ALL that bad!” Shadow Milk Cookie said after letting the old man catch his breath, of course, “Sure, all of your life was a lie that I constructed
 but I didn’t completely ruin it. I let you have some laughs like what I just demonstrated, didn’t I?”. Pure Vanilla Cookie shook his head, but honestly that reminder didn’t hurt as much as it would’ve earlier, a part of his newfound truth felt lighter- like it had really set him free. Besides, that little spark of sympathy didn’t go unnoticed! Truth and deceit are two sides of the same coin, but honestly they weren’t really so different- just not in the way one would think. It isn’t just because one can’t exist without the other, but also because together they were knowledge.
And that’s the end! Thanks for the request and thanks for reading. I seriously needed something like this after yesterday, if you know you know. Have a good one and please stay safe đŸ«¶
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bye-guys-hi-ladys-muah · 2 years ago
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Hi, if I may, I want to ask you for a Fic, I really like how you write. Lee! Khan and Ler! Skz. The plot may be such that on the broadcast they found out that Khan is ticklish, and decided to tease him. Thank you very much)
I love this!!! You guys always come up with the best ideas! Thank you for the request btw 😁
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New Discovery
Lee! Han, Ler! Stray Kids
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The members were on another radio show. They were all sitting around a table with a mic in their face. It was quite comfortable actually, contrary to what it looked like.
Everyone was in a good mood and the host kept everything very professional. They had been talking for about half an hour doing aegyo, sharing TMIs, and all together having fun talking.
“Okay, now it’s time to read some of the fan’s questions.”, the host said happily
“Who’s funniest right now?”
“Probably Seungmin or Han” Felix said smiling
“Are Felix’s hands still small?”
“Yes, haha they are just as small as when we debuted”, Chan said teasingly
“Okay, here’s an interesting one. Is Han ticklish?”
Han’s cheeks immediately turned a light shade of red.
“Oooh i actually don’t know”, Felix said
Han thought he might be able to hold it in.
Hopefully if I don’t make a sound, everyone will give up and go back to their seats.
Changbin immediately stood up and grabbed the younger’s arms to pull them up above his head, the rest of the members following behind.
Chan and Felix went to his sides, Jeongin positioned his fingers beside Han’s neck, Lee Know put one of his hands on the younger’s armpit, Seungmin bent down and put his hands on Han’s legs, and Hyunjin also put a hand in Han’s armpit.
Han at this point was trying not to laugh as he could feel the anticipation running through his body.
“Ready, set, start!” The host said with excitement
All at once everyone started wiggling their fingers.
Han really tried to keep it in, but the sensations ran were too much. Some members were spidering his ribs, some squeezing his sides, some digging into his armpits, and some squeezing his legs. It was all so much.
“HAHAHAHA HAHAHHA NOHO HAHAHA STOHOP”
“Aww, look at how ticklish he is!” Changbin said while laughing along with the younger
“I know right, it’s as if he wanted this” Lee Know teased
“HAHAHA NOHO IHI DONT LIHIKE IT NOHO”
“You sure about that?” Chan asked teasingly
Jisung tried to answer, but he was laughing so hard he couldn’t speak.
“HAHHAHAHA”
“I think he loves it!” Jeongin teased
The sensations were a mix of butterflies and knives poking into him. He wasn’t sure if he liked or disliked it, but he definitely didn’t hate it. It had been such a long time since he had been tickled. He honestly missed the feeling. All the attention was on him, and everyone was cooing at him.
Suddenly it was so much, that he fell off his chair, but too his surprise, the members kept tickling him, just in the ground.
“HAHAHAHHAHA HYUNJIN!”, he screamed when Hyunjin poked his finger into his bellybutton.
“Aww, I think we found his worst spot”, Chan exclaimed while laughing
“NOHOT THEHRE HAHAHA”
“When you say, ‘not there’, that just makes me want to tickle you more in that spot” Hyunjin laughed as everyone immediately joined Hyunjin and started tickling Han on his tummy.
“NOHO HAHAHA”
Tears were starting to fall from his eyes from how much he was laughing. When the members noticed this, they stopped and let Han reposition himself in his seat.
“It looked like you liked that”, the host said while giggling sightly
“Yeah did you enjoy being tickled by everyone?”, Chan asked
“Yeah”, Han timidly answered
At that, Lee Know, who was sitting next to Han, squeezed his side, earning the older a squeal.
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Thank you for reading! I know this was on the shorter side, but I hope you enjoyed. đŸ«¶
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hopelessromantic1352 · 2 years ago
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Early morning at 6am. Alex was lying on the bed with her eyes closed. Soon enough she woke up, opened her chocolate-brown eyes and was facing Nik, who's been exercising in his new black sportswear next to their bed.
"...16, 17, 18, 19...", he counted his sit-ups.
Without letting Nik notice that she was awake, she smiled and silently watched him exercise.
"...23, 24, 25..."
When he raised his upper body from the floor at the 25th sit-up, he quickly pulled Alex from the bed towards him on the floor and turned around which made Alex lie under him and Nik hovering over her as he pinned her on the floor.
"Hey??!"
"What? You think I wouldn't notice you watchin me exercise, sleepy head? Now I gotcha, rook.", he smirked.
"Niiiiiik, come on. Yes, you caught me, now could you please stand up?"
"No, I finally got ya'. Got ya' where I want ya'.", he kept staring in her chocolate-brown eyes and moved his face closer to hers to reach of her lips.
"Oh no, you don't!!", she giggled and started tickling him. But it didn't worked as she expected and surprisingly looked at Nik who smirked and raised an eyebrow.
"Nik, aren't you tickly?", she asked while continued making him laugh and back away.
Looking at her confused girlfriend, he backed away and chuckled.
"I'm not tickly, rook. Now come on, let's get ready."
"For what? It's 6am in the morning.", she asked and both stood up from the floor.
"Let's go for a morning walk and do some jogging outside."
"Nooo, I'm headin to bed. It's too early.", she complained, covered herself back in white blankets and closed her eyes. Watching her softly, he joined her and layed himself next to her on bed. A quick kiss planed on her forehead and rested beside her.
"Nik, can't you just rest for a while. You're always training and exercising."
"I have to be ready for anything.", his arms wrapped her waist and pulled her closer.
"Fiiine, alright. I know, I know, for the safety of our world. I'll join you then.", she agreed. Then she started tickling him again and tried harder this time, but Nik stayed calm.
"Try harder, rook", he grinned, but after a few seconds he couldn't hold it back anymore, gave up and finally laughed.
"Yesss, you're finally laughing!!!"
"Ah, hey... hahaha... stop now, rook. Hey, stop! Rookie, please!! Okay, yeah, you... you... you got meee!!!!"
Alex stopped tickling him and sat infront of him to get a better look at him. Smiling at him, she apologized.
"Sorry, I just wanted to tickle you see your smile. It's cute. I don't like it if you're playing the serious guy. When you smile, you make me smile too.", she said and smiled sweetly.
"That's why you were randomly tickling me, huh?!! You are the one that makes me smile already when you're happy, rook. If you wanna keep sleeping longer, you can. It's just... it would be much nicer when you would join me with work-out. You and me, rook. Since you started living with me, it's no fun anymore if I do my usual things alone without you."
"Guess you got more used to it by having me on your side, partner.", she winked and stood up from bed, when suddenly Nik pulled her back which made her sit on his lap.
"Now it's your turn to smile.", he answered and started tickling her. Alex was very tickly and couldn't stop laughing that much.
"Hahahaha... Niiiiiik, haha... Stop, please?!!", she begged.
"That's what I call sweet revenge. Make me stop now, rookie."
Alex really couldn't stop laughing hard which made Nik stop after a few seconds and waited till she calmed herself down.
"Oh Nik, oh god..."
"Alex, you alright? Calm down. Breathe slowly, okay."
"I... I... I'm fine. Don't worry.", she sweetly smiled.
"I didn't know you were tickly, rook. You still okay?"
"Yes, yes, I'm fine. With you, I'll always be fine."
This is so cute!!!! 😍😍😍
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seitmai · 19 days ago
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Many thoughts...
You hadn't opened your eyes yet when you felt Bucky’s fingers brush along your stomach in an almost hypnotic motion. You didn't know what time it was or what was going on in the world outside, but you knew you were in his arms and would be in his bed soon enough. Sleeping with someone next to you wasn’t something you were completely used to. It had been so long, and when it did happen it was always by choice.
Yeah choice is not really an option here đŸ„Ž
“See, here's the thing
” You suddenly pulled yourself from his grasp and turned in time to smack him in his face with the pillow. His shocked expression was worth it. “I don’t remember the rest of my dream because some entitled jerk pounded on my door in the middle of the night and punched a hole in the wall.”
Fair đŸ€·đŸ»â€â™€ïž
You did it again, your frustration fueled more as he kept laughing. “Sleep is precious to me,” you said, nodding to his lower region. “You’re lucky I don't smack that with the pillow.” He took it from your grasp before you could try. “Okay, it was shitty of me to show up when I did. I’ll give you that,” he said, reaching out to touch your cheek. “But I really did miss you.”
Shitty is an understatement
“Fuck, doll, I’m so hard for you,” he moaned. You counted to three in your head and brushed your teeth a little harder, faster, trying to block him out. Maybe if you ignored him he'd shut his mouth. Maybe. “Are you wet for me? Come to bed and let me take care of you. I'll make you melt on my tongue.”
Not even peace and quiet while brushing your teeth, my nightmare đŸ„Č
You swallowed hard, but smiled. “Coffee with cream and sugar, eggs sunny side up, and bacon, right? Right,” you said, proudly walking with confidence from the room. “Clean up after yourself when you’re done.” “I’ll clean you up, too, after I make a mess of you,” he stated, a long moan following as you plopped down on the sofa.
Good god, you can't even ask about a breakfast order with himđŸ„Ž
“Not really,” he admitted, setting the food out with a frown. “Orgasms take the edge off, but having you close and not having you is difficult.” “Sounds like a you problem,” you uttered.
Hahahaha so true 😂
You were glad for that as well. “Well, it was nice resting somewhere that didn’t have cameras or bugs around the place. Natasha was also nice to talk to,” you said. Meeting her didn’t fully ease your stress, but she helped. Bucky ignored the camera comment.
Of course he did đŸ€ŠđŸ»â€â™€ïžđŸ™„
Likely because of whatever she experienced growing up she looked out for others, though you wondered if part of it was because you were Bucky’s girl. “She offered me a place here in case I ever need space or time to myself., I plan to take her up on that offer.” He was quiet for a moment. “Because you don’t want to be near me.”
🙄😒🙄😒
“She stopped and put a hand to her head while her friend kept walking. I could tell something was wrong and before I knew it I rushed toward her and grabbed her hand when she started to collapse. I pulled her out of the way just in time before a speeding car hit her,” you explained, remembering it like it was yesterday. Your heart had raced so fast when she crumpled in your arms. “Her friend understandably freaked out and flagged a car down to take her to the hospital. She kept thanking me for saving Winnie, but I was still worried about her.” “Winnie.” Bucky swallowed hard and loosened the hold on your hand. “That was her name?”
Oh 👀
“I lied to you during our first date when I said I wish you could’ve met my mother. You did meet her and she did love you,” he said, showing you a photo in his wallet. It was a younger picture of Bucky. He looked full of life and the woman smiling was the very woman you pulled out of the path of the car. “You just didn’t know it.”
đŸ„șđŸ„șđŸ„ș
“And imagine my surprise when I had my men look into you just to get facial recognition footage of you saving my mom on the street that fateful day. And footage from the hospital with you sitting there talking with her, bringing her happiness without asking for anything in return,” he said, cupping your cheek as you tried to get over the shock. “I knew I wanted you the moment I saw you, but that just solidified it more. You saved my mom, and gave me more time with her. That’s something that no one else could ever give me.”
That seems a little overkill if you ask me, a simple thank you are a nice bouquet would have been enough
Your lip trembled. You saved his mom’s life, gave him more time with one of the only people he seemed to love and respect. No, that couldn’t be. That couldn’t have been you. “Why didn’t you tell me?” “Because I had scared you enough. Would you have listened or believed me if I told you that so soon?” he asked gently.
That truly doesn't really make it better lol
“Don’t you see now why I’m so desperate to keep you close? To keep you safe? Had I looked into it then, we could’ve met and been together this whole time,” he said, pressing his forehead to yours. “But it’s okay. Fate stepped in and brought us together now.” He traced your lips with his thumb. “We’re going to make up for all the lost time, and never be lonely again, Kotyonok. That’s a promise.”
Promises can be broken, right? đŸ«Ł
Something fell apart inside you and you weren’t sure when you began to openly weep, but he silenced your cries with his lips. Maybe he was crying, too, you couldn’t be sure, but he held you tight against him and didn’t let go. You didn't fight him, couldn't fight him. You were the one who asked for answers after all and you got them, didn’t you? And knowing what you knew now, walking away from Bucky was never going to be an option. He would never allow it. Fate wouldn't allow it either.
💔💔💔
Hold You Tight: Part 15
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Pairing: Club Owner!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Fic Summary: The owner of The 107th wants you to be his girl whether you like it or not.
Part 14 | Series Masterlist | Part 16
Chapter Word Count: Over 4.6k
Chapter Summary: You learn the root of Bucky's obsession with you.
Chapter Warnings: DARK AU, masturbation, dirty talk, tension, backstory, reference to stalking, inner turmoil, slight feels, talk of violence, angst, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?), more warnings to come.
A/N: More Hold You Tight and this chapter is... something. Thank you for sticking with me! Bucky edit by the beautiful @nixakimbo . ❀ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby , but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
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You hadn't opened your eyes yet when you felt Bucky’s fingers brush along your stomach in an almost hypnotic motion. You didn't know what time it was or what was going on in the world outside, but you knew you were in his arms and would be in his bed soon enough. Sleeping with someone next to you wasn’t something you were completely used to. It had been so long, and when it did happen it was always by choice.
You hadn't exactly kicked Bucky out though, had you? No, you invited him in. If only to prevent him from putting another hole in the wall. Natasha said she’d bill him for it, but you were going to make Bucky pay her extra for the inconvenience.
“I know you’re awake,” he murmured, his lips touching your neck. “Your breathing changed.”
“Mmm. You listen to me breathe?” you mumbled. That tracked for him.
“It’s a beautiful sound,” he said, your eyes finally opening when he pulled you closer. Whether it was sleep, being beside you, or both, it had an effect on his
 anatomy. You went still when he rocked his hips once, letting you feel just how hard he was. “God, waking up beside you is a dream come true.”
Your fingers dug into the pillow under your head as he rolled his hips again. His fingers didn't drift south, didn't tug at your pajamas. He also didn't stop that slow grind and you hated that a bit of wetness gathered between your thighs. “Did you have good dreams?” you asked, your voice surprisingly even.
“Mmm. I had very good dreams,” he answered, his voice rough. “Would you rather I tell you or show you?”
Neither. That was what you told yourself. “What about me?” you asked. “You don’t want me to tell you about my dreams?”
“Tell me,” he urged, burying his face in your shoulder.
“I dreamt about you, Bucky. You laying beside me in bed, holding me close. Just like this,” you said, his groan permeating your skin. “Do you want me to keep going?”
His teeth gently sank into your shoulder, making you gasp. “Yes,” he growled.
“Okay,” you smiled, pushing your hips back just a little to tease him. “I dreamt that you touched me. So hot it made me feel like I was on fire.”
Another groan escaped. “Where, Kotyonok? Where did I touch you?” he asked, his voice strained.
“See, here's the thing
” You suddenly pulled yourself from his grasp and turned in time to smack him in his face with the pillow. His shocked expression was worth it. “I don’t remember the rest of my dream because some entitled jerk pounded on my door in the middle of the night and punched a hole in the wall.”
He chuckled as he sat up, his hair falling in his eyes. It was a gorgeous sight and it wasn't fair. “Did you just hit me with a pillow?”
You did it again, your frustration fueled more as he kept laughing. “Sleep is precious to me,” you said, nodding to his lower region. “You’re lucky I don't smack that with the pillow.”
He took it from your grasp before you could try. “Okay, it was shitty of me to show up when I did. I’ll give you that,” he said, reaching out to touch your cheek. “But I really did miss you.”
“I understand that, but it was one day,” you argued, shivering when his thumb moved along your skin. He went a single day without you and lived to tell the tale.
Pain filled his eyes. “But I already went so long without you.”
You sighed, pulling away and searching for your phone so you could check the time. “I need caffeine before we have our talk.”
Bucky looked down at himself. “And I need to take care of this.” He smirked at your expression. “Don't worry. As much as I want to be inside you, our first time won't be here.”
That was a relief. “But you do plan to fuck me here at some point.”
“Natasha let that slip, huh?” He stood up with a stretch and you looked away. “I plan to make love to you and fuck you, too. The best of both worlds.”
“How considerate.” You stretched, too, his eyes following you. “Let me use the bathroom before you jerk off in there, please.”
“You're welcome to listen,” he smiled.
He’d probably put on a show if he knew you were listening. “I’m going to sit in the other room once I’m done and order breakfast. Would you like anything?”
He looked touched that you considered that. “Coffee with cream and sugar, eggs sunny side up, and bacon, please.”
“Okay,” you said, rushing to the bathroom before he could follow.
“I might just jerk off in bed if you’re in there,” he called out as you shut the door.
“Be my guest!”
You swore you heard a chuckle as you went about your business, going to the bathroom, brushing your teeth. Ignoring him didn’t last when you heard a soft groan. Jesus, the man had absolutely no shame.
“Fuck, doll, I’m so hard for you,” he moaned.
You counted to three in your head and brushed your teeth a little harder, faster, trying to block him out. Maybe if you ignored him he'd shut his mouth. Maybe.
“Are you wet for me? Come to bed and let me take care of you. I'll make you melt on my tongue.”
Spitting harder in the sink than you needed to, you gripped the porcelain once you rinsed your mouth out. You had no doubt he’d eat you out like a starved man. Would he make you take him in your throat soon? Fuck your face until you drooled and cried or would he be gentle and let you get used to the weight of him on your tongue?
“I know you can hear me.” His voice was sinful, dark, and you scrubbed your skin so hard when you washed your face you were stunned you didn’t hurt yourself. “Sure you don’t wanna come out and see what you do to me? Maybe show me your pretty pussy? I can jerk off on it and spread it all over those pretty lips.”
You bit your lip, wishing your knees didn’t feel weak. “Bucky, please.”
He groaned louder, his breathing labored. Your breathing was a little heavier, too. “Say it again, I’m almost there.”
All you had to do was open the door to see if his pupils were dilated, if there was heat in his cheeks. Was his hair still a mess from sleeping? Would he make a show of stroking his cock? “Bucky, hurry up,” you demanded.
He chuckled, a breathy sound. “Can’t wait for you to say that before I fuck you.” Your eyes shut as he let out another obscene groan. “Before I fill you full of me.”
“Just go to the sitting area,” you muttered to yourself, not looking at your reflection in the mirror.
You left the bathroom with the hope of avoiding his gaze, but you made the mistake of looking at the bed. He was in the middle of it, looking every bit like a king. His lower half was covered by the blanket, but you could see that his right hand was under there, still stroking himself. His chest heaved, his eyes half lidded as you stared at each other. You had to break yourself from that spell, even if the man was jerking off to the thought of you.
“Like what you see?” he rasped.
You swallowed hard, but smiled. “Coffee with cream and sugar, eggs sunny side up, and bacon, right? Right,” you said, proudly walking with confidence from the room. “Clean up after yourself when you’re done.”
“I’ll clean you up, too, after I make a mess of you,” he stated, a long moan following as you plopped down on the sofa.
Guess he finished.
Once it was quiet enough in the bedroom, you ordered breakfast. You still needed a shower, if only to cool yourself off and get rid of the wetness that seeped out thanks to Bucky. You weren’t sure if you trusted him not to join you or try to watch and had a feeling he’d make you shower and bathe with him once you moved in.
Bucky, for his part, didn’t come out until there was a knock on the door minutes later. Any trace of his earlier transgression was gone, looking more put together, but there was still tension in the air. You remained silent as he thanked whomever was at the door once he checked the breakfast cart himself and wheeled it to the small table. He even pulled out a chair for you, staring at you with a soft gaze until you went to join him.
“Feel better?” you asked.
“Not really,” he admitted, setting the food out with a frown. “Orgasms take the edge off, but having you close and not having you is difficult.”
“Sounds like a you problem,” you uttered.
He sat down and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. “Why did you invite me in this morning?”
“I told you I was tired,” you said, which you were.
He hummed, taking a bite of his eggs. “You could’ve told me to leave, have Natasha call security, anything, but you didn’t do any of that. You didn’t make me sleep on the sofa either,” he said with a knowing smile. “Admit it, you wanted me in bed with you.”
“I will not admit that,” you said quickly. It wasn’t true. It couldn’t be true.
He shrugged. “Maybe you were testing to see if I’d stay true to my word and not force myself on you or maybe you actually missed me more than you want to admit to yourself. Either way, I’m glad you did. Best sleep I can remember in a long time.”
Admitting anything would be admitting defeat and you couldn’t do that to yourself. “It wasn’t even a full night’s sleep,” you pointed out. It was after two in the morning when he showed up.
“Doesn’t matter. I still slept well because I was holding you,” he smiled softly, nodding to your plate. “Please, eat. The food here is really good.”
You poked your food around before you dug in. He said things like that and it fueled your guilt for not giving in or fully accepting your new life. You weren’t going to romanticize anything he did though.
“You said we had some things to talk about,” he said after a minute. “I’m all ears.”
You took a large sip of your coffee first. “Yeah, like Ray following me. It was meant to be a day to myself and you had me followed,” you said, watching for his reaction. As expected, he didn’t look the least bit ashamed. “I don’t expect an apology from you because you’ll harp that it was for my own good, but you can understand my frustration that you didn’t let me know, right?”
That was one of the things that bothered you the most. The half answers and missing pieces and being kept in the dark. How much of it was for your own good and how much was it because he didn’t want you frightened more?
“I did have you followed and my instinct proved to be correct that you needed eyes on you. Also proves that you need to move in as soon as possible,” he said, your heart sinking. Of course he was twisting this to justify himself and get what he wanted. “But I get your frustration. It’s a big change for you, having eyes on you at all times.”
“Because of you.” You ignored the flicker of hurt in his eyes. This was all because he chose you. “Why Ray?”
“He’s good at his job, I trust him, and you seem to trust him,” he replied. You did to an extent. “I’m glad he suggested this place to you since you weren’t exactly interested in spending the rest of your day at home.”
You were glad for that as well. “Well, it was nice resting somewhere that didn’t have cameras or bugs around the place. Natasha was also nice to talk to,” you said. Meeting her didn’t fully ease your stress, but she helped.
Bucky ignored the camera comment. “She can bend the will of many men to do what she wants,” he said. There was respect there, even a hint of fondness. “Unsurprisingly, she’s protective of you, which is good.”
Likely because of whatever she experienced growing up she looked out for others, though you wondered if part of it was because you were Bucky’s girl. “She offered me a place here in case I ever need space or time to myself., I plan to take her up on that offer.”
He was quiet for a moment. “Because you don’t want to be near me.”
Putting your hand on his across the table, he immediately reacted to your touch. It was time to take a lesson from Natasha’s book and sway him. “Because we both need that space and moments to ourselves, just like we both need our friends. And any time apart will only make things more meaningful when we’re back together,” you stressed. Like you were stubborn in accepting your fate, he was stubborn in not wanting separation from you in the slightest. “I already feel like a prisoner of sorts in this relationship, so is it really too much to ask for a bit of a longer leash?”
“I’ll worry when you’re not nearby,” he admitted.
Your heart clenched, but you couldn’t allow that sweetness to manipulate you. “Because of men like Helmut Zemo?” you asked. Bucky gripped his fork tight. “You know, it’s a little convenient that the day you give me to myself is the day he shows up.”
What if it was a ruse for Bucky to not give you more days to yourself?
“I can see why you’d think that. I'd be suspicious if the roles were reversed,” he said, a hardened look crossing his face. “But I don’t want him anywhere near you and wouldn’t set you up that way.”
You were still a little suspicious, but the way Bucky, Ray, and Natasha reacted regarding Zemo told you that none of them had any idea he’d pop up. “Why not?”
“Because he isn’t a good person and shouldn’t have gone near you,” he said. You raised an eyebrow at that. “I’m not a good person either, but he’s something else.”
“What do you mean?” you asked. There was a story there and you needed answers.
“He’s rich, powerful, like me in many ways, but the difference is he once had a wife and kid who were his whole world. Something I’ve longed for and never had.”
You tried not to tense up, but that was where you came in for Bucky. He wanted you to make that dream a reality. “Had?” you asked, noticing he referred to Zemo’s family in the past tense.
Bucky nodded sadly. “A few years ago they were
 collateral damage in a deal gone wrong. The loss changed him. He grew colder, more ruthless,” he explained. You were glad you finished eating because you weren’t sure you could stomach a bite after that. “Our work relationship has been shaky ever since then because he blames some of the men I’ve worked with for what happened and I feel like he’s been biding his time and waiting to strike.”
“‘Collateral damage’? It was his wife and child,” you said. Zemo may not have been a good person, but you had no doubt his family was innocent.
“I didn’t mean for it to sound heartless,” he said.
“And what? Him setting his sights on me, is it a game? Is he going to hurt me?” you asked, tears instantly filling your eyes. You were afraid all over again. “Will he try to kill me?” you whispered. Bucky’s associates were loyal to him as far as you knew. If Zemo blamed them in some way, what better way to hurt them than to hurt someone their boss cared about? A loss for a loss.
“No,” he said fiercely, pushing his chair back so fast and hard that it hit the floor. A tear fell when he rushed around, dropping to his knees beside your chair. “I don’t know what his angle is yet, but I’m going to find out and I won’t let him hurt you.”
“How can you guarantee that?” you asked.
“I can’t, but I have to try because I can’t lose you, too,” he whispered, wiping your tears away. “We don’t even have to wait until the end of the month for you to move in. I can have your apartment packed up while you’re out with your friends.”
You pulled away from his touch. “No,” you whispered back. Moving in sooner wouldn't help. “You owe me more answers.”
He let out a breath. “Kotyonok-”
“No!” you snapped, moving back in your chair. “Why are you so obsessed with me? And don’t just tell me that it was the connection of seeing me at the club and realizing we’re two lonely souls meant to be together. There is something there that no one is telling me and I need to know.”
Whether it was for closure or sealing your fate, it would drive you crazy to not know.
Bucky took your hands and pulled you up, a detached look taking over his features as he led you to the sofa. The look frightened you more than his leers or glares. Had you pushed too far?
“I told you my dad was an unfaithful partner to my mom, but he was worse. Much worse,” he began, gently squeezing your hand. “We always had money, more than we knew what to do with, but it was never enough for him. He stole from his partners and was careful to cover his tracks, but he slipped up one day. And when that day came, he shifted the blame to my mom. Convinced them enough that they believed him when everyone knew my mom would never steal a penny.”
Your mouth fell open when he audibly exhaled, a broken sound. “Bucky
 I
” You didn’t know what to say.
“They didn’t kill her, but they nearly did. She couldn’t even see me when I showed up because her eyes were so swollen. She was hardly breathing,” he continued in a hurt tone, pulling his hand free of yours to remove the glove from his left hand. Your eyes weren’t deceiving you the night he showed up at your apartment. His hand was made out of some sort of metal. “Lost my arm getting her out of there.”
He held it out so you could touch it. “You lost your arm?” you asked, your fingers grazing the metal ever so gently. You had never seen anything like it.
He shuddered. Could he feel that? “It was worth it for the woman who brought me into this world, raised me, and loved me unconditionally,” he said without regret. “And my dad? He just kept whoring around, and told his associates that she had to learn her lesson the hard way. He couldn't admit the truth.”
Your eyes misted over. How could his dad do that to his mom? To Bucky? “I’m so sorry.”
He blinked rapidly and you wondered if he had tears in his eyes, too. “It took her a long time to recover and she never fully did, but she tried to make the best of it. She still had her spirit, and kept her distance from my dad in our home. Some of my friends even made sure my dad wouldn’t go near her,” he said, smiling wistfully. How could she handle staying there? Was it for her son? “Because she never fully recovered though, I almost lost her again over four years ago.”
“What happened?”
“Before I answer that.” He shifted to face you, awe in his eyes. “Have you ever saved a life?”
“What?” you asked, thrown by the question.
“Have you ever saved anyone?” he asked again.
“No, I’m not a hero. I
” you trailed off before a vivid memory filled your mind. “Actually, I did once.”
“Yeah?” he asked, but he sounded as if he already knew.
“Yeah. There was this older woman walking across the street with a friend or relative one day, I’m not sure,” you said, wincing when he gripped your hand. “Bucky, you-”
“Tell me what happened,” he begged.
“She stopped and put a hand to her head while her friend kept walking. I could tell something was wrong and before I knew it I rushed toward her and grabbed her hand when she started to collapse. I pulled her out of the way just in time before a speeding car hit her,” you explained, remembering it like it was yesterday. Your heart had raced so fast when she crumpled in your arms. “Her friend understandably freaked out and flagged a car down to take her to the hospital. She kept thanking me for saving Winnie, but I was still worried about her.”
“Winnie.” Bucky swallowed hard and loosened the hold on your hand. “That was her name?”
“Yeah.” You gave him a strange look when he inhaled sharply. “I stopped at the hospital to donate flowers like usual and I asked one of the doctors I knew pretty well if anyone named Winnie had checked in. I knew she couldn’t tell me yes or no and I didn’t have any other information to give her, but I did ask if she could make sure she got a vase if she was there.”
“Did you ever see her again?” he asked, his voice thick.
You nodded after a moment. “Yeah, I did. I went back maybe a week later and she spotted me by chance as she was being wheeled to her room. She said I could stop in if I wanted to, so I did,” you smiled softly. “She said my flowers brightened up her room and I asked how she knew they were from me because I never put my name on the cards. She said she just knew. I made sure to bring her flowers the next time I visited.”
A sniffle pulled you from the memory and Bucky looked like he was trying hard not to break down. “You kept visiting her?”
“I did. She didn’t always say much because she was tired some days, but seemed to like it when I read to her. Said her son liked to read to her, too, but I never saw him stop by,” you answered sadly. She was a kind woman and it broke your heart that she didn’t get a lot of visitors. “Then one day, her room was empty. No one could tell me anything. I don’t know if she went home or passed or what happened. It was like she just vanished.’”
“She was brought home before she passed away days later,” Bucky said, his hand shaky as he took his wallet out.
You stared at him. “How do you
” He said he knew you donated specific flowers to the hospital. The same kind of flowers you gave to Winnie. “Bucky, what are you-”
“I lied to you during our first date when I said I wish you could’ve met my mother. You did meet her and she did love you,” he said, showing you a photo in his wallet. It was a younger picture of Bucky. He looked full of life and the woman smiling was the very woman you pulled out of the path of the car. “You just didn’t know it.”
“Winnie
” you whispered, feeling like the wind was knocked out of you. “She was your mom.”
The kind woman you saved by chance was the mother of Bucky Barnes.
“Her full name was Winifred. I only visited her during off hours so it wouldn’t attract any attention. Used a fake last name for her records, too, so no one would know that a Barnes was in the hospital,” he said, tucking his wallet away. “She used to talk about this sweet woman who saved her and brought her flowers, but she couldn’t remember her name. With her mind slipping, it didn’t surprise me and I was too caught up in other things to fully look into it because I knew she was safe and this person didn’t mean any harm.”
Your mouth was agape, trying to process everything when he bitterly laughed. “You
”
“Dad never stopped by, of course. Not that I would’ve let him, the piece of shit.” His metal hand curled as anger flashed across his face. “And this person couldn’t have been like my dad and the cowardly men who thought it was okay to beat up a woman. Men like Alexander Pierce, Brock Rumlow, Jasper Sitwell.”
Those were some of the names Zemo mentioned. “Oh, my god.”
“You know, one of the last things she said to me was that she hoped I found my other half one day. To love her completely, hold her tight, and never let her go,” he said, an odd smile on his face. “I only wish she was alive so she could see us together.”
You gasped. He took those words to heart, twisted them into something dark and possessive. “I-”
“I told you that traditional dating never worked for me,” he cut you off. “Seeing you in my club, it all made sense as to why.”
You couldn't find the words, too lost to speak up if you tried.
“And imagine my surprise when I had my men look into you just to get facial recognition footage of you saving my mom on the street that fateful day. And footage from the hospital with you sitting there talking with her, bringing her happiness without asking for anything in return,” he said, cupping your cheek as you tried to get over the shock. “I knew I wanted you the moment I saw you, but that just solidified it more. You saved my mom, and gave me more time with her. That’s something that no one else could ever give me.”
Your lip trembled. You saved his mom’s life, gave him more time with one of the only people he seemed to love and respect. No, that couldn’t be. That couldn’t have been you. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I had scared you enough. Would you have listened or believed me if I told you that so soon?” he asked gently.
“I don’t know,” you breathed. You weren’t sure what to think anymore.
“Don’t you see now why I’m so desperate to keep you close? To keep you safe? Had I looked into it then, we could’ve met and been together this whole time,” he said, pressing his forehead to yours. “But it’s okay. Fate stepped in and brought us together now.” He traced your lips with his thumb. “We’re going to make up for all the lost time, and never be lonely again, Kotyonok. That’s a promise.”
Something fell apart inside you and you weren’t sure when you began to openly weep, but he silenced your cries with his lips. Maybe he was crying, too, you couldn’t be sure, but he held you tight against him and didn’t let go. You didn't fight him, couldn't fight him. You were the one who asked for answers after all and you got them, didn’t you?
And knowing what you knew now, walking away from Bucky was never going to be an option. He would never allow it. Fate wouldn't allow it either.
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i-will-always-be-happy · 2 years ago
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Warning: This fanfic contains tickles. Also remind them that I don't speak English, so if they find any errors, let me know to correct it. I hope you like it!
Summary: Iguro and Sanemi discover Tomioka's weakness thanks to Shinobu and Tanjiro
Lers: Iguro Obanai and Sanemi Shinazugawa
Lees: Tanjiro Kamado and Giyuu Tomioka
'Oi Tomioka, are you still with that attitude again?' Sanemi asked with repudiation. 'If you don't like my attitude just ignore it, it's not difficult. And stop bothering', Tomioka got up and walked away. 'Shinobu, how come you plan to be his friend? It really isn't worth spending your time trying to win him friendship, he doesn't even seem to have feelings for one', Iguro commented to gain Shinobu's attention. She looked at them and gave a warm smile 'I know Tomioka-san is very reserved, but he's a good person. And he have feelings, Iguro', she replied. 'Hah! How can you prove that?' Sanemi replied. Shinobu sighed and continued 'I invited Tomioka to dinner to strengthen ties, he told us something and Tanjiro and I discovered something in him. He is-', she was silenced by Tomioka who even though he had walked away ran quickly to prevent them from discovering him secret. He slowly moved her away from that place, leaving the Wind Hashira and the Snake Hashira confused.
'What was that?', he looked at his friend who came down from the tree fast. 'I don't know, but Shinobu said that boy who headbutted you was there. That means that he knows what he was going to tell us,' he replied. They both looked at each other and put together a plan to get the necessary information. 'I thought you wouldn't say anything Kocho', he said annoyed. 'I'm sorry Tomioka-San, but I didn't say anything, they won't think about it so much I'm sure.' '...I hope so,' Tomioka replied.
'Did you get information on where we can find it?' Iguro asked to which Sanemi nodded. 'Yes, I lied to Shinobu and she said I could find him near here. Confirm the information, it's near here, let's see what Tomioka had in his hands. Together they went looking for him, it didn't take long until they found him training, they separated in case he wanted to escape or someone wanted to help him. Sanemi slowly but quickly walked away from the place, Iguro approached him calling his attention 'Tanjiro Kamado'. The young man noticed and kept his katana to greet him 'Good morning, is something wrong?'
Iguro looked at his partner who was behind Tanjiro and sneaking up, 'Actually yes, I need you to answer us one thing.' Tanjiro looked at him confused 'But... It's only him', he thought and his thought was interrupted when someone picked him up. 'What's wrong?!', he had no time to react and was captured by the Wind Hashira. 'What's happening? I thought they had accepted my condition with Nezuko', he asked nervously. 'It's nothing like that, we want you to tell us Tomioka's secret', Iguro replied. Tanjiro didn't know what to do, he couldn't tell them, he had promised to keep that secret. 'Looks like it was right, you know that. Tell us what it is,' demanded Sanemi. 'N-no! I can't tell you! I promised Tomioka-san!' He looked at both Hashiras, thinking that they might let him go with that answer but they didn't. 'Well, if you don't want it the easy way, it must be the hard way, Tanjiro Kamado,' smiled Sanemi. In a quick movement he took Tanjiro's hands and raised them over his head, Tanjiro gulped as he already knew what they were going to do to him. 'Last chance, tell us,' but Tanjiro didn't give in to telling them. 'You asked for it'
Both Hashiras started to tickle his torso, he tried to hold on as long as he could not to laugh. 'So you're stubborn, huh?' Iguro immediately climbed up to his armpits and began to attack hard. Tanjiro couldn't resist laughing anymore 'NONONONO!!! HAHAHAHA!!! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHERE!!! IT'S SO BAHAHAHAD!!', he tried to lower his arms but it was no use. 'You can't take it, huh? You'd better tell us if you don't want us to continue', Sanemi mocked. 'NEVER!!!', Tanjiro still did not agree to what his captors asked. 'Well... We won't let you go until you tell us' 'WAHAHIT!!! NO NO NO!!! THAHAHAT'S NAHAHAHAT FAIR!!!', replied Tanjiro. Iguro started to match armpits, ribs and sides in different patterns, this drove Tanjiro crazy. This went on for several minutes, until Tanjiro couldn't take it anymore 'MEHEHEHERCY!!!!!! PLEHEHEHEHAHAHAHASE!!!! *snort* I WILL TELL!!! BUT PLEHEHAHAHASE STOP!!!'. 'It was about time', they stopped the attack but did not let him go in case he wanted to escape. 'Tomioka-San... It's extremely... Ticklish,' he replied embarrassed. 'Really? Our attack affected you quite a bit, it seemed like torture to you,' Iguro observed. 'That's right, it's time for Tomioka to know what it means to laugh,' Sanemi laughed.
'What are they going to do to him?' Tanjiro asked worriedly. 'You don't mind boy. Oi tell us, what is his worst spot? Tell us or we will continue with the attack', he threatened waving his fingers in the air. 'HIS RIBS!' Tanjiro shouted to avoid the attack. 'You see it? It wasn't that hard you idiot', Sanemi let Tanjiro go without warning him not to tell Tomioka about their plan, otherwise they wouldn't stop next time. 'Poor Tomioka-San,' Tanjiro thought as he watched them walk away.
'Oi Tomioka!' Sanemi called. Tomioka sighed and turned his body 'What's up now? I thought my temper bothered you,' he replied coldly. 'Yes, it bothers me and a lot. Haven't they taught you manners, have they?', Sanemi retorted. 'I don't have to answer that, don't you have anything else to tell me? If so, I'm leaving', he started to walk away from Sanemi but... 'CATCH HIM!', Sanemi yelled. Tomioka turned his neck a bit to see who he was talking to, bad mistake, he was quickly knocked down by Iguro. 'Where do you think you are going?'
'We got it!', Sanemi walked over to give Iguro a hand. 'Let me go!! If I bother you so much, why are you doing this?!', he yelled at them both. 'Lower your tone of voice when you speak to us. And we're doing it because we're going to teach you a lesson that will make your behavior change and hopefully you start to like us better', Iguro placed both hands on Tomioka's ribs, causing a shriek and trying to kick him. 'So he wasn't lying, you really are ticklish', Sanemi held Tomioka tightly 'Sit on his lap, I'll take care of keeping his arms up'. Both of them had Tomioka cornered, he had no chance to escape from both of them. 'Let me both go, you'll see how bad it will be when I put my hands on you', Tomioka frowned
'Oh, are you threatening us? You don't change, do you? Well, it looks like it's time we teach you a lesson that will last you a lifetime', Sanemi and Iguro gave a knowing look. Tomioka tried to remain calm, but the sensations would not allow him. A smile began to form on his face, he didn't want to give them the pleasure. 'Oi Iguro... Do you remember the move you made earlier? Do it', Iguro started running his fingers up and down all over Tomioka's ribcage. There was no pattern, he did it randomly and this caused Tomioka to be unable to maintain his sanity. 'QUIHIHIHIT IT!!!!! IGUHUHURO!! STOHOHOP!!!!'. This continued for several minutes 'What's wrong Tomioka? Can't you stand this? It's a shame, it's what you were looking for', Sanemi mocked. 'SAHAHAHANEHEMI!!! LET ME GOHOHO!!!!', Tomioka closed his eyes feeling that tears would soon start running down his cheeks. 'No', that was all it took for Tomioka to start kicking asking them to stop.
'You look like a worm, it's a shame really, I think we should tell the others and teach you a lesson too'. 'NO NO NO!!! DON'T DO THAT!!!' he pleaded. 'Hey Tomioka, I've always wondered, what happens if I do this?', Sanemi began to dig hard between the space between the ribs and the armpits. Tomioka arched his back so much that he lifted them both up. 'Woah! The jackpot!', Sanemi sneered. 'ACK!!!!! *snort* PLEHEHEHEHAHAHAHSE!!! *squeal* STAHAHAHAP!!!', tears began to flow, Tomioka couldn't take this torture any longer. 'Enough is enough', they both stopped when they heard that other voice. 'Thank you...Gyomei....', Tomioka smiled and was thankful that the Rock Hashira was nearby and stopped them. 'You're tired, please stop and leave', they both got up and walked away quickly. Gyomei reached out to help Tomioka 'Thanks again, I don't know how much longer I could have held on', he wiped away his tears and smiled at him. 'There is nothing to be thankful for, be more careful next time'
Tomioka nodded and again thanked. 'I will take revenge on you two, Iguro and Sanemi,' Tomioka told himself.
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tickles-guruma · 2 years ago
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Jealous
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A/N : I love scenarios when a Lee is jealous so the first thing that comes to mind when I think of those scenarios is Roman >_<
Summary: when Roman sees the other sides tickling Virgil he can't help but feel jealous.
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It was a day like any other, Logan reading a book on the couch, Virgil listening to music through headphones, Patton fiddling with Virgil's hair, and Roman watching TV. Nothing out of the ordinary really
"eeehehe Patton don't touch my ears"
"What's up kiddo, too ticklish?" Patton teased.
Roman looked in the direction of Patton and Virgil and couldn't help but blush when he saw such a scene in front of him.
"Guys, I-I think I'm hungry, I'll be right back" Roman said with a flushed face.
"You think? That sounds suspicious," Virgil said jokingly.
Roman got up from his seat and went to the kitchen to wet his hot cheeks. "Omg, what was that?!" Roman whispered, clutching his cheeks blushing again.He stayed in the kitchen until he stopped blushing.
He returned to the room hoping not to see the scene from before. But to his bad luck Patton kept tickling Virgil. "Can you stop?" Roman said with an annoyed tone, but it was nothing more than embarrassment.
"Roman? Any problem?" Patton said as the other sides stopped what they were doing to put their full attention on Roman.
"You are making a lot of noise"
"Well...we're just playing here with Virgil"
"I know, and you guys make a lot of noise"
Roman said before sitting back down and watching his favorite show, at this point the other sides were worried about the creative side that had not reacted very well.
It's not that Roman hated Virgil's laugh, he loved the laugh from the darker side, He was just embarrassed
 he wanted to be tickled but he didn't know how to ask for it, he was jealous not in a bad way obviously.
"okay kid don't be grumpy" Patton said before pounced on the creative side and jabs his lower ribs.
"Nohoho i'm ahahangry heeeelp mehehehe"
"I don't know Mr. Angry I think you deserve to be tickled" Virgil teased.
Logan and Virgil moved closer and each began to attack Roman's hip bones while Patton held onto his arms tickling the back of his neck with his breath causing Roman to yell and howl as he couldn't stand the sensations.
"NOHOHOHO PLEHEHEASE HAHAHAHA!!" Roman was going crazy but he did his best to stay still and get more tickles.
He was definitely loving every second of his sweet torture.
"I see you're not really trying to escape, you're enjoying this aren't you?" Logan said. His hands moved up his sides to then insert a finger into his navel.
"WHAHAT?!! NOHOHOHO" Roman blushed and tried to squirm
"aww do you like tickling? It's okay because we're going to tickle you until you admit you like it," Patton teased. Then he started blowing raspberries on Roman's neck.
"NOHOHOHOT TRUHUHUE HAHA" Roman tried to hide his blushing face but it was practically impossible in that position
"Look how hard you laugh, we're not even in your worst place," Virgil said before drilling into Roman's armpits.
"trrrrrrrr" Virgil joked imitating a drill "we need help fixing it I think we need more drills~"
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" At this point the creative side couldn't even beg as everyone started "drilling" in their worst places.
"OKAYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
"Guys I think we should let him breathe..." Logan said leaving Roman as he massaged the phantom tickles to disappear.
"OKAHAHAY Ihihi LiHihike tihihickles" Roman admitted catching his breath as he hugged himself to avoid being attacked again
"awwww it's ok, next time don't be mad, ask about it" Patton said before snuggling with everyone on the couch.
"Thanks guys...and I'm sorry for being grumpy" Roman sighed happily before sinking into the embrace of his lovers.
"It's okay Mr.Giggles" Virgil joked enjoying the good time.
They had a beautiful beautiful day....💞
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Okayyyy, I'm definitely late with this, I know it's short but I just started writing fics so it's a bit complicated for me right now 😭 Finally, I hope you like it. (⁠Ž⁠Δ⁠⁠ â )
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wincore · 4 years ago
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atlas | kim dongyoung
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pairing: doyoung x reader
words: 15.4k
summary: kim doyoung has a lot of titles. student body president, music club president, favourite student of every professor who’s blessed enough to have him. in other words, he’s not your type and never will be. at least he’s a good kisser.
or, you feel the weight of the world on your shoulders and you do not know how to hold things as delicate as glass.
genre: college au, fwb au, hurt/comfort, angst, some fluff 
warnings: very suggestive content, making out, language, smoking, alcohol, mentions of sex under influence, me being pretentious,,
prompt: anonymous said: slippery + doyoung + "you can rely on me, you know." from the first dialogue link! LOVE YOU ❀
song rec(s): playlist here !
a/n: yes it’s me experimenting out of my comfort zone again. yes you are required by law to listen to keshi while reading this hahahaha anyway writing this was painful. <3 (aka today i tried writing very complex human emotions and failed again. classic.)
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In the beginning, there was no beginning. Ergo, this isn’t really a thing.
You shouldn’t be thinking of summer in Introduction to Latin. You are a good (perhaps great, if your ego allows) student after all. Here you are, though, listening to the ticking of the clock and wondering if you sigh loud enough, you won’t have to construct another sentence with the word for ‘death’. You pause to tell yourself that you shouldn’t be thinking of summer out of class either. Unremarkable; that's what it was and you don’t like unremarkable things.
When two people end up alone together, there’s not much to make of. 
“You know,” he had said, locking eyes. “We should get out of here.”
“And then what?”
“Fuck.”
So here’s the thing: this isn’t and won’t be a thing.
Doyoung has never been subtle when drunk, you found out, and he’s not as gentle as he looks. You flip the page of your notebook absentmindedly. You don’t like where your thoughts are going; the clinking of ice against glass rings in your ears again. It’s been far too long (one whole month) and you’re craving a bit of fun. You may forget yourself but you’re reaching your fingertips a little too far to call him again. More excuses pop up. See, in your world of perfection, there’s a hierarchy of things; men rank rather low. 
(Fun doesn’t.)
Here’s another thing: you forget yourself quite often. You know very well that you’re the one who continued this not-thing and now you’re daydreaming of Kim Doyoung in class hours. 
And under grey bed sheets with a tired smile, Doyoung is hard to forget. 
It was a party, it always is. That time, however, was the first party of the year Doyoung and you happened to be attending at the same time. You can’t remember who hosted it—the frat probably—but it was at a bar called the ‘The Meeting Place’ which had too many people you didn’t care about. Doyoung was there, in his laid-back glory, and you were drawn in far too easily. Being single did not help your case—and the alcohol certainly didn’t. You’re not sure if it was the gentle touches against your wrist or quick words that left his mouth or the attractive all-black get-up. All you know is that it was your mouth against his by the end of the night in a small booth, hot and impatient. Once, twice, thrice and you didn’t even need parties anymore. 
It’s not like you weren’t aware of what you were doing; it’s just that you were quick to give in—like you didn’t want to resist in the first place. And now, summer smells like Doyoung’s perfume. 
The first night had given Mr. Student Body President a near-stroke. You weren’t the type to sleep with strange (semi-acquainted) men at parties either so the morning had been full of awkward explanations to each other till you’d kissed him to shut him up (much like in a disgusting romantic comedy, minus the feelings) and somehow, it worked. He didn’t refuse and if you recall, he’d eventually pulled you closer by the waist.
You huff, twirling your pen. He’d never admit it.
You didn’t kiss so sloppily after that, unless it was to make out against a wall or while fumbling with the keys to your apartment. The lack of alcohol can bring wonders. You were a little surprised that he’d agreed—he is the Doyoung you’ve known since freshman year after all; blunt, rude, cares more for his grades than he’d ever for you. How laughable. He’s almost the same as you.
Here’s one last thing: Kim Doyoung is not and cannot be your type. 
You had the same part-time job in your second semester at a local fast food joint, and to summarize, your interactions were less than friendly. You can’t possibly count the number of times he yelled at you for trivial mistakes, and the number of times you sent angry, clipped sentences his way. So, yes, neither of you have told anyone—just acting friendly got you enough eyebrow raises.  If there’s anything worse than contradicting yourself almost directly, it’s having to explain that to your friends. So, you kept it a secret and so did he, for his own reasons.
You massage your forehead. If you think any more of this during class hours, you’re going to have to classify this as a terrible, terrible problem; like you don’t have enough already. You tune in to the lecture again, hoping it drowns out the rest of your thoughts. 
You tap your pen against the desk till you’re asked to stop by the professor. There goes your last resort. It isn’t the first time, but you breathe a sigh of relief at the hands of the clock. Casual means casual—you know it better than anyone. Maybe it would be easier if you could be more open about it. But you can’t. Your own problems aside, Doyoung would kill you if his reputation went down, even a nick. Men like that are so difficult, you curse to yourself. 
You run into Ten in the hallways, brightening at his absurdly wide grin. In fact, you haven’t seen him remotely upset since freshman year, when he couldn’t join the dance club, not because he failed the audition but because he mixed up the dates and missed it entirely. (It’s okay; he got in the next year.)
“Guess what!” he yells before you’re even in conversation range.
“What?” you yell back.
“No, guess,” he says, when you’re close enough.
You roll your eyes. “You scored a date?”
Ten deadpans. “No. I don’t even want one.”
“Loser.”
“No, you.”
“How clever.”
Ten flicks your forehead with no provocation whatsoever, making you yelp in pain. After a minute of cursing on your part, he squishes your cheeks to bring you back to reality—like he wasn’t the cause. You bite your lip to keep yourself from scowling. His hair is still light brown from the bleach, and you fix his bangs out of habit; your dumb friends are all you have at the end of the day. You sigh. They all lean on you unwittingly.
“Anyway, the news? I’m not guessing anything else,” you warn, taking a sip of your coffee.
“Well,” he draws out the syllable. “I heard- know you’re into the smart type. You know, student council kinda guys? So
”
You choke, the coffee leaving your mouth just as quick as it entered.
“Who told you that?” The laugh that leaves your mouth is forced and certainly fake but it’s the best you can do.
Ten rolls her eyes, still smiling. “I was thinking if you would be interested in a certain Park Hyungmin.”
Oh. Student body vice-president. He’s most definitely your type, with a gifted body and equally strong academic prowess—not to mention perfectly maintained tan skin and the most radiant smile you’ve ever seen in your life. 
“Oh, yeah, he’s hot,” you nod in agreement. “What do you want me to do with him?”
“He likes you. Like, totally has the hots for you. And I owe him so please help me out here.”
You furrow your brows, heaving a deep sigh.
“You...want me to go on a date with him?” you ask. 
You can oblige. Park Hyungmin is the hottest dude on campus (probably). It’s a win-win situation—in fact, it’s even better. A certain bitter taste finds itself in your mouth. It must be the coffee. You swallow it. 
“Yeah.”
And the deal’s done.
It was casual commitment, like most things you do for fun. You don’t think much of it, and the thought takes its final bow when you run into Doyoung himself.
Well, sort of.
You turn heel when he appears in your line of sight, pretending to fix your hair against a damn wall. You aren’t quite ready to face him yet, considering the coffee hasn’t kicked in—it’s not healthy how much you depend on it. Dependence is different, however, from consciously drowning yourself in it. 
See, Doyoung is anything but tolerable without a few shots of vodka. Or after sex. Or when he’s mumbling in his sleep. And you can’t erase any of those scenes. This is you trying to save yourself (and Doyoung) from embarrassment and a whole lot of explanation.
His coat looks expensive and you’d rather he had it on instead of on his arm. The tucked-in sweater and pants combo accentuates the line of his waist and the colour—you wonder where he found a teal so fitting—looks serene in the crowd. He’s wearing his glasses though, looking a little less put together than usual. Still, no one seems to notice and he continues to explain something to his group of friends.
God forbid you find Doyoung attractive during daytime.
His lips are chapped but pink as ever, the hair messed up by either the wind or his friends—you should stop staring by now. You give in. You’ll text him to book a hotel room tonight.
Sometimes you wonder how he has that large a friend circle, and always, the question answers itself. Eloquence, wit and regrettably, good looks—what does he lack? Maybe if he lost the habit to nag people around fifty-six times a day, he’d be the perfect man.  
An arm slings over your shoulder, punting the soul right out of your body.
“Fuck, Johnny, don’t do that,” you hiss, placing your hand over your chest involuntarily. 
The head of the photography club apparently spends his time terrorizing everyone he remotely knows. You make a foul expression but iIt’s not like he ever minds your scowling. He says he’s had enough practice from teasing Doyoung (and you’ll admit, it’s the only time you feel sorry for him). You were certain Doyoung would have filed him for harassment sometime in sophomore year. 
“What are you even looking at?” Johnny asks, raising an eyebrow at the plain offwhite expanse of the wall in front of you.
You feel hot at the neck. “I was fixing my hair.”
“In front of a wall?”
You click your tongue. “Do you not have class?”
“Oh, don’t be so quick to send me off.” He places a hand over his chest in mock hurt, fingers stretched delicately. 
To your dismay, the rest of his friends gather around giving you happy greetings—greetings only carefree college boys are capable of delivering. To your further dismay, Kim Doyoung arches an eyebrow at you, the same way he does on nights you’re doing things less than appropriate to think of in broad daylight.
“Hey, Doyoung, don’t you have anything to say? Or were you too drunk to remember?”
You bite down on your lip a little too hard. Doyoung, on the other hand, looks like he’s just seen God, stammering out a “what?” nevertheless.
“Weren’t you supposed to buy (name) a drink for driving you home that night?”
“Right,” he says, clearing his throat.
Oh, he’s bought you a drink enough times. Summer has waned but whatever thread you tied around your wrists hasn’t. Right now, your guess is that Doyoung has been ensnared in the common ritual for college boys to walk around campus and declare their friend is single just to embarrass him (or by some miracle, score him a date).
Everything, apart from the way you look at Doyoung, feels like a charade. You shake your head with a quick laugh, smacking Johnny in the arm and pay your condolences to Doyoung—keep it light. You’re good at it, or pretending you’re good at it, at the very least.
Doyoung’s gaze on you lingers for a moment and then you breathe. You’re going to be late for class—you offer the classic excuse and you’re out of there. In a way, it’s exciting. You’ve always wanted to have a secret relationship, even if this isn’t a real one. 
Doyoung is like the summer breeze, and you’d like for him to stay that way.
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The next time you grace each other’s presence is when Doyoung’s tongue is in your mouth and his hands are running up under your shirt. 
He’s quite a pretty sight—messy hair, red lips and rosy cheeks. He moans into the kiss as he has quite a few times now and there’s the lovers’ high running through either of your minds. When he presses his lips to your neck, a soft restrained sound escapes you, not quite prepared for the sting of electricity through your skin. He moves to your collarbone and shoulders and then even lower, hands gripping your waist tight. The walls do not have ears here; these hotels are cheap but they’re built for privacy and maybe you’ll let yourself believe for once that you can belong to someone.
“Why did you text me in the middle of the goddamn night?” he mutters against the base of your neck.
“You want reasons now?” you whisper, hands running through his hair.
Doyoung has pretty fingers, pressing at the right places and prettier eyes that look at you with something akin to, dare you say it, love. He kisses you like he hasn’t had enough; and it makes you feel important.
He’s even better when he’s annoyed.
You wake up at around five in the morning. Propping yourself up on one arm, you take a moment to look at your partner. It’s easy to make out the line of his nose against the pillow, and if you focus, you can see his lashes against his cheek and his dark mop of hair clinging to his forehead. However gentle the moonlight is, it is kindest on a lover. 
Funny.
Too tired to sneak out, you go back to sleep.
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“All I’m saying is that you have too much coffee,” Doyoung complains, slipping on his loose black sweatshirt. “It can’t be good for your health.”
You shake your head, scrolling through your phone as you lay on your belly. You’ve seen this view enough times—his back to you and sitting at the opposite edge of the bed, his incessant complaints and opinions about something that happened recently, running his hand through his hair when he sighs. You press on the calendar app and type in a note labeled ‘x’. Keeping tabs isn’t a bad thing; especially if you like order. Spending too many nights with someone is going to land you in trouble. That said, if you could trap love in a bottle, you would.
“You taste like coffee,” Doyoung adds with reddening ears.
Sometimes, it’s easy to ignore what he says if you listen to the sound of his voice instead. You sit up, scooting closer as Doyoung shoots you an alarmed look. He’s so cute like this; something about all the painted fences he puts up around him makes you want to lean in closer.
“So,” you poke his side. “How many relationships have you been in? Proper ones.”
“Three,” he answers, to your surprise.
Your eyebrows shoot up. “That’s more than I’ve been in!”
Doyoung furrows his. “How many have you been in?”
“One.”
He seems equally surprised but doesn’t probe further. After all, the price sticker that spells ‘youth’ clings to his forehead just as it clings to yours. 
“How many people have you fucked?” you ask suddenly, enjoying the visible flush across his neck.
“You’re doing this on purpose,” he notes, flicking your forehead.
“Ow!” You place your palm against your forehead. “Okay, I get it, you have nothing to brag about.”
He shakes his head, an exasperated sigh leaving him. “I just don’t think you have to know. I like privacy.”
“Wait.” You gasp. “Don’t tell me- That night- don’t tell me you were a virgin—”
Doyoung squishes your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger, a laugh erupting from your mouth. 
“Who’s a virgin?”
Nothing about this, you find yourself realizing, is complicated. It’s easy, gentle, natural, like a breath of fresh air—everything but complicated. Even under dim lights and within the depths of night, Doyoung is warm and uncomplicated. His chest, his hands, his lips—they are warm, as are his words. 
But Doyoung is a fucking fairytale.  
Even after these few months, all you know about him, in the definitive format, is that he plays the keys for more hours than he sleeps. What he does for fun, what his classes are, how he became student body president—you could play guessing games all night.
“Do your friends know where you spend your nights?” you ask, leaning back against the pillows.
“They know what I’m doing, not who I’m with,” he responds, running his fingers through his hair.
You purse your lips. It’s nothing hurtful but you don’t like the hush-hush in his tone.
“Why not?”
“Because this is a secret,” he responds as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Do you want them to know?”
He’s right.
“Ah, whatever,” you mutter, a stream of curses following when your elbow collides hard with the edge of the bedside table. 
“Your mouth is filthy.” He looks away to his phone. “I don’t swear as much.”
“Well, of course it is. I had your—”
Doyoung presses his palm against your lips with a tired sigh. “Please. Don’t speak. For the sake of my sanity.”
You smile under his hand and he returns it; and the November morning warms up.
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“Where were you last night?”
You were expecting the question. Areum is the worst possible candidate for a roommate if you want some privacy. You don’t think she ever sleeps; sometimes, you wonder if she even showers because all she does is stare at her laptop screen and adjust her designs. Her lips are always chapped and her hair is always in a simple low ponytail but somehow still messy. You’ve never met someone so exhausted yet so full of life at the same time.
“Who were you with last night?” Eunji yells from the bathroom, before the two of them laugh.
You knew you shouldn’t have stayed the morning. You have the nosiest roommates anyone could (not) ask for. But they’re still your friends, you tell yourself begrudgingly. You would tell them about Doyoung if it weren’t for Eunji’s big mouth and Areum’s lack of common sense. And if it weren’t for the inherent comfort of privacy.
(Some part of you wants to keep him to yourself. You don’t care about student council president Doyoung or his friend group’s everything-regulator Doyoung or always-has-his-shit-together Doyoung. The one in your bed is the most loving.)
Areum adjusts her glasses, narrowing her eyes at you. “So? Any answer?”
You break out of your daydream at her voice, feeling a flush creep up your neck.
“I don’t have to explain anything,” you retort, snatching the coffee she brewed from the tabletop. “It was a Friday night and the two of you like Netflix more than me.”
“That’s mine,” Areum mumbles out a weak complaint.
“But don’t go out alone,” Eunji whines. “It can’t be safe.”
You laugh. “You know me. I don’t do anything too dangerous. Besides, you guys have that tracker app.”
They shrug, offering you a thin smile. A part of you is happy that they trust you but another part wonders what it would be like to be worried over. Maybe getting nagged isn’t so bad. 
You take a sip of Areum’s coffee and almost spit it out right back. 
“Did you add salt?” you ask, wiping at your mouth and hoping the taste disappears.
“Uh.” A reply so intelligent, you wonder if she ever pays attention to anything she's doing. 
You take a moment (a few), sigh (several times) and make your way to the shelves. Grumbling, you make her a proper cup of coffee before you leave.
Classes don’t wait for you (even if you think they should) and the world doesn’t wait for you (again, you think it should wait for people) so you’ve made it a point to understand the whole deal about rules. If everyone followed the rules, it would be quite a pretty scene; messing up is only valid if it’s done prettily. You laugh at the thought. That’s near impossible. The bus ride to the campus consists of music and thoughts of bleak tomorrows—an average commute for college kids, you think. You sure hope you aren’t alone in this.
Doyoung smiles at you in the hallway today, and despite your best efforts, it makes your day smell a little fresher.
Your day: classes, coffee break, classes, complaining with Ten, assignments, ‘me’ time. For someone who pretends to be laid back, you use your planner as though for survival. There’s no sticky notes or colourful sketches (except on occasion); just good old fashioned to-do lists and a calendar marked with time you’ve spent on productivity. Every day is a list to be completed. If people call routine a man-made cage, instinct is the biological cage. You’d rather be in control of the cage you’re in. You’d rather be in control of yourself. It’s scary otherwise.
So you know how to get the job done—it’s ingrained into you the same way you would place your hands over your ears at loud sounds, or the way you would run to your bed in the dark after switching off the lights.
It never occurs to you that the reason your world is so perfect is a sad one.
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Sometime next month, it’s going to snow. Not yet though, and it’s still too cold.
The inside of the cafe helps the slightest, the heaters situated far back from where you sit. Christmas decorations are up already and the combination of red and green meshes delightfully into the form of an aching headache. The wood paneling on the walls are worn at the corners, the garlands hardly covering them, and the barista behind the counter seems as gloomy as the decorations are bright. You wouldn’t be noticing all of this if you weren’t stuck in one position.
You lean your cheek further into your palm and sigh, only this time Ten asks you to, quote, ‘shut the fuck up’.
He pulls up his sleeve and reaches for another pencil. His cryptic process continues, as it has been for the past half an hour and you feel yourself getting impatient, trying to not bounce your leg and get another bout of quibbling from your half-mad artist friend. You don’t usually run low on patience; but Ten has a special pass to test drive it.
“How much lon—”
“Shh!” He hushes you quickly. You can’t remember why you agreed to being his portrait study subject but you sure as hell regret it.
Around fifteen minutes later, you take a (permitted) breath. You have neither the energy nor the neck strength to glare at Ten but you make sure to show your displeasure by snatching the cookies from the table with a particularly sour look. He gets up and pushes you to the side of the small worn-out couch offered by the equally small booth.
“God, that chair was uncomfortable. My butt is frozen solid,” he lets you know, and you roll your eyes.
“You know, if we weren’t friends in high school, I would never be friends with you,” you state.
Ten tilts his head to the side, a mocking pout over his lips. “I would die without you, (name). Really.”
You smack his arm and he yelps, smacking your arm right back. The sound attracts some attention and giggles, and you make a gagging gesture to let them know you are in way or form in a relationship. The low-volume music changes to something with a more distinguishable beat, the sound of doors opening and closing almost every two minutes accompanying. Arriving on time is an accomplishment, especially arriving before rush hour on Fridays at the only decent cafe on campus, but both of your classes end early and there is no way you aren’t taking advantage of that. Leaving, however, is mostly done when you’re being glared at by the waiters and waitresses.
“Doyoung asked about you,” Ten says, all of a sudden. “Kim Doyoung.”
You try to not show concern, but raise an eyebrow. “What? So? He’s not my type or anything.”
You bite your tongue. That was too quick a response, too obvious. Your cheeks grow hot. Ten doesn't say anything, however, and for a moment, you think you’re in safe waters. 
“Are you guys
 into each other or not?”
You cough, trying to show your surprise at something so outrageous. “Why would you think that? Does he look like someone who dates around?”
“Actually, he’s been on quite a few dates.”
“No way.”
You know that. He’s told you about it before, in vague references, but you know about them nonetheless.
“Isn’t one student council guy enough?” you mumble. “Why are we talking about Doyoung?”
He shrugs, a familiar feline smile on his face. “Just asking. He talks about you sometimes. Actually, we forced it out of him but whatever.”
You shake your head. “You’re all terrible.”
“You seem to like him though.”
“Who said that?”
Ten sighs, ignoring your question. “If you guys are dating—”
“We’re not.”
“—or fucking—”
“Ten.”
“—you should learn a thing or two about him. The guy’s not as annoying as he looks. Or stuck-up. He’s really nice but don’t tell him I said that.”
“I know that,” you snap, feeling warm at the neck all of a sudden. “I know him.”
“Oh, you do? Tell me what his hobbies are then. Or his major. Or the clubs he’s in, apart from the student council.”
“He- He likes to sing and he’s- he’s—god, what is this? An interrogation? I’m not going to meet his mom for dinner.”
Ten gives you an ‘I knew it’ look before leaning his elbow onto the table. “You’re sleeping with a guy you don’t know anything about. Serial killers would love you.”
You massage your forehead. “Look, I know he’s a good guy, okay? And he’s sweet- and- and—wait a minute. Oh my god, you tricked me.”
Ten lets out a snort. “Hey. Okay, look, the other guys might be dumb as shit but I have, you know, a working set of eyes. I can tell. It’s not that hard.”
You grumble but the cat’s out of the bag anyway. You should’ve known Ten would figure it out—he’s a nosy little shit, and he’s been that way since high school.
“Whatever. As long as Doyoung doesn’t start panicking about his tarnished reputation or whatever.”
“Oh, I think he’s desperate to let everyone know.”
“To you, Ten, everything seems obvious. It’s annoying.” You mess up his hair.
“No, I mean, I thought you were dating.”
“Well, we’re not.”
Ten shrugs. 
“And I don’t like him,” you add. “I like the- the thing that’s going on because there’s no feelings attached.”
He looks somewhat pained, eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed, but doesn’t respond to your explanation. “Can I ask for a favour?”
“No.”
Ten sighs. “Come on. You didn’t even hear me out.”
“You’re going to say something stupid. Or insulting.”
“It’s neither, promise.”
You run your hand through your hair, breathing shallow. “Fine. I don’t have to agree though.”
Ten purses his lips. “It’d be better if you did.”
You hum in response, biting into the cookie and trying to ignore the glare from the nearby waitress. It’s about time you left anyway.
“Get to know him, dude. Don’t break his heart.”
“What?”
“Just kidding. There’s a party tonight. Hosted by yours truly. Finally moved out of that stinky dorm room. Bring over some friends but not more than three. And lend me some money for a juicebox.”
“That’s a lot,” you mutter. “You ask for a lot of favours.”
“Oh, speaking of which, Hyungmin—”
“He already asked me out on a date. Am I supposed to say no? You never mentioned he has such an attractive voice.”
“Oh, I’m not telling you to not go on that date. You have to, actually. I’m going to be in a lot of trouble otherwise.”
“That sounds good to me.”
“Shut up. I’m not done speaking.”
You roll your eyes.
“But if you didn’t, I could draw some conclusions.”
“What am I, your chemistry experiment now?”
“Well, you and Doyoung seem to be—”
“Don’t complete that sentence.”
“I was going to say something funny.” 
Ten flashes you a blinding smile and you sigh. By now, you’re about to get kicked out of here so you stand up discreetly while he packs up his stuff. You hug your jacket close to you as soon as you leave, shivering at the evening breeze. The sky is inky, but with a faint sort of ink—deep blue and light, all at once. From the crowd, you can tell classes just got over for quite a few people, eclectic chatter filling up the street.
“Fine. I’ll bring Eunji,” you tell Ten after some contemplation. “And whoever else responds to my text first. Areum never leaves the room. You know that.”
“Thanks, (name)!” he messes up your hair. “I would give you a kiss but someone will end up punching my pretty face.”
You furrow your brows. “Well, you’re not my type anyway.”
“I’m too good for you,” he responds in a sing-song manner, waving at you before running off and disappearing into the university crowd.
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There’s always a sort of buzz in the air you can’t quite describe at college parties.
Even if this is a relatively small one, you feel an oncoming headache the moment you enter Ten’s new apartment, which you’re sure had a ‘no parties’ rule in the rental contract. You spot Kun, Ten’s roommate from the dorms and he flashes you a quick smile in greeting before he’s swept up by a doting crowd. Apparently, a cute guy in animal sciences is rare and it makes him rather popular.
Eunji disappears from your side the moment she spots Johnny, and the number of eye rolls you’ve given her haven’t warned her off him yet. You suppose it takes heartbreak to change a person. Sighing, you make your way to the kitchen only to be greeted with the strange sight of Yuta trying to balance Jaehyun on his back so they can imitate some anime formation and back out immediately. Living room, it is, despite its populous space. (You don’t really want to think of bedrooms right now.)
The apartment is quite big for what Ten told you the rent was. The hallway to the two bedrooms is narrow but you suppose something has to be sacrificed for space. You furrow your eyebrows at the two bedroom doors. Ten never said he was getting a roommate. You shrug it off, sitting down on the rather stiff couch. The lack of furniture, apart from the couch and a coffee table, makes the place look even larger and people sparse. You like the beige walls; Ten’s always loved warmer colours but something makes you think he’s going to be ruining them in a few days with garish green paint before he comes crying about that to you.
“Hey.”
You look up to the familiar voice, heart rising to your throat.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Doyoung remarks before sitting down beside you and offering you a cup of god-knows-what.
“I don’t take drinks from strange men,” you say, biting down your smile and crossing your arms.
“If you didn’t take drinks from strange men, we wouldn’t be fu—”
“Doyoung!” you hiss before looking at him with careful suspicion. “Are you drunk?”
“No. A little bit. Not enough.”
You sigh. “How will you get home now?”
“I live here, idiot.”
“You’re- You’re Ten’s roommate?” you sputter.
“Yeah. New one,” he responds. “He used to live across our room in the dorms, I can’t believe I actually agreed to this.”
“I can’t believe it either. I’ve seen cats and dogs friendlier with each other than the two of you.”
Doyoung laughs. “He’s surprisingly one of the better people to room with. I’d rather eat my own blanket than room with Yuta again.”
You laugh at his irked expression, eyebrows furrowed so cutely. The line of his brow bone to nose to lips, it seems a little too perfect to belong to someone. He relaxes his shoulders a little, leaning back on the couch as he looks somewhat lost in thought. (“You think too much,” you’d told him once. “And you think too little.”) If only that were true, you smile to yourself.
“Are you sure you can hold parties here?” you as when the music suddenly rises in volume.
“Well, it said student-friendly,” Doyoung responds, looking visibly disturbed. “Not sure if I want to test the limits of that so early.”
There’s a pause, filled in with loud pop music. You don’t think Ten, your dear introvert, would have agreed to such a party but there’s a chance Johnny or Jaehyun had something to do with this. You don’t know who to suspect when it comes to their group of friends.
“I still can’t believe you’re rooming with Ten.” You look at Doyoung.
“Well, that makes, what, eleven of us, I guess?”
You laugh, feeling conscious all of sudden. Maybe you should listen to Ten’s advice.
“Doyoung,” you call, looking at the cup in your hands a little too passionately. “What’s your major?”
He looks at you with eyes widened ever so slightly, and a pause over his lips.
“Linguistics,” he answers.
“Oh. You said something about it once,” you mumble, recalling something vague about an assignment of his. “You know mine?”
“Yeah,” he answers, eyes cast on his watch.
“Well, that makes me feel a little guilty,” you mumble as softly as you can.
“You should be,” he says. “You never listen to anything I say.”
You scoff. “You just complain most of the time.”
“Really now?”
“Yes,” you snap, looking away.
You look back again when you hear the sound of Doyoung’s laugh, a distinct brightness in it. Sometimes, you wonder if you really are as awful as you’ve made yourself be.
“You’re cute,” he says. “No wonder everyone is so in love with you.”
For a moment, you think he’s going to kiss you.
“Everyone?” you laugh. You don’t care about everyone. It’s burdensome.
“Everyone. They hate you too, by the way.” He smiles to himself. “Heard you’re going on a date with that dimwit. Hyungmin.”
You feel a sudden discomfort in your being. Taking a sip of the drink, you try to shake it off as best as you can. 
“Yeah, I- I don’t think I’ll go,” you say, waving it off. 
Why are you lying? You left it hanging on a maybe. Part of you wants to tell Doyoung; he is your friend after all and you tell friends stuff like this. The other part tells you this is cheating; lying and pretending everything is okay—it feels like cheating. 
“Oh.” He looks lost before he focuses on you. “Why not?”
“Why do you care?” you ask, trying desperately to calm the uprising in your chest.
He stays quiet for a few seconds and then shrugs, looking away from you. It makes you feel a little guilty to dismiss the situation so quickly, another item to add to your troubles. You sigh.
“Sorry,” you say. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“No, it’s okay. You’re right.” You can see his Adam's apple bob up and down.
“I’m not,” you say. “I’m wrong. I really didn’t mean it.”
He looks at you all at once, his gaze so gentle that it makes you think he wants to kiss you, or do something equally affectionate. Instead he sighs, downing whatever’s left of his drink before a wash of sudden looseness does away with the tension in his body.
“You have any more questions for me?” he asks, smiling. “What's it like to be student body president—or, or what instruments can I play? My favourite animal? Colour?”
You smile back. “What is your favourite animal?”
“I don’t have one. Don’t like them. Unless it’s a soft toy.”
“No way. You’re lying.”
“Now, I answer your questions and you call me a liar? Makes me a little hesitant to answer the next.”
You roll your eyes. “Okay, next then. Why didn’t you join the frat? All your friends are in it.”
“Hurts my ego.”
You laugh. He’s still probably an honorary member. There is no way he’s apart from friends for too long with all those feelings of fraternity he has, no matter what he says. It’s the same as you. Affection leads nowhere though; just to short-lived moments of comfort.
You realize, through the course of the night, that you never asked. How he got into the student council, what his classes are, what he does for fun—you never asked. It’s almost like you didn’t want to know. 
How sad, you muse to yourself, to be this way. To be so wrapped up in your own problems that you fail to see people around you. Pity, however, isn’t something to feel at a party. You talk with Doyoung for the rest of the night till the sound of his voice makes you feel certain ghosts of butterflies, and till you have to take Eunji home before she does something she regrets. This is what it really means to have the price tag of ‘youth’ strung across you perhaps—when you feel old and immature all at once, and in between, when you feel nothing at all.
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Doyoung is too old to mistake love. Or too young. 
Labels don’t define anything, especially when it comes to relationships—so even if he calls it love, whispers it to himself at midnight when he’s sitting alone on his bed while his friends are passed out drunk on the floor, it is empty. And then there’s you. The heat of your skin, the curse of your smile and that cheeky laugh you do to get on his nerves. He wants all of it and he’s not ashamed—but he’d be a liar to say he can shout it to the whole world. He’s not that kind of man, and what is his can remain his without the rest of the world prying its damn fingers in. The first night, no, the second—third? He can’t remember which night it was but something pent up in him exploded and he didn’t try to control it for once.
“Ow,” he mutters.
His throat burns from the whiskey. He hates drinking alone but you’re either asleep or with friends and he can’t think of anyone else but you. He tugs at the turtleneck collar, getting uncomfortable by the minute, and then proceeds to take off his coat.
For a moment, he considers getting back to the living room. There were more than enough people with lingering touches against his shoulder and longing gazes—they’re not you. He leans back onto his bed. Another hour and everyone will be gone; why did he even let them hold a party in the first place? Parties just remind him of you—he takes a whiff and smells summer and lemon vodka all of a sudden. A deep sigh leaves his lips.
You might not seem to find yourself especially sad, but Doyoung finds something oddly touching about you. Maybe it’s the way you say his name, he muses, like you’re desperately trying to fill the gaps. But it can’t be him in particular, of course—it’s a lover, any lover.
He hates long nights, just as he hates winter but lately, they haven’t been feeling too cold. Isn’t it ridiculous the way he’s running after you? Doyoung was never meant for this. It’s fucking pathetic and it makes him want to tear all his hair out but there he is, still and quiet in the same place. A certain agony makes its way through him. His hands are freezing and yet his insides are burning—nothing makes sense and right now, he doesn’t want it to. He presses his cold hands to the warmth of his cheeks and a laugh erupts from his mouth.
He must be going crazy to laugh like this in an empty room. The car lights from the window travel slowly from wall to ceiling, the only thing moving in the stagnant of his room.
Inevitably, he thinks of the end. It should come quick; in fact, he’s never been one to do this. He’s always been someone to get attached to people. He doesn’t know how the end will come because this shouldn’t have begun in the first place.
Doyoung’s out of breath.
“Crazy bastard,” he mumbles to himself, followed by a groan when he lifts his head up. As if on cue, the door opens and shuts with a bang. Ten walks in looking drowsy, running his hand through his hair with a disgruntled face.
“I hate to say this,” he slurs. “But you’re right. We can’t have extra furniture and parties. Gotta choose one.”
Ten lays down flat on the bed. “I vote out that ugly ass clock you bought. Why do we need it? We have phones and laptops.”
“It was a gift,” Doyoung mutters.
“Oh. Uh. Actually, someone already, uh—”
“Leave it. We’ll talk about that in the morning.” 
Doyoung massages his forehead, groaning at the pain when Ten suddenly decides he’s all up for cuddling. 
“Ew,” he says, scooting away from Ten. “Get away from me.”
“You don’t mean that,” Ten whines, trying very hard to pull Doyoung into a hug. Of course, his attempts are blocked by Doyoung’s palm against his forehead.
After a few more seconds of trying, Ten huffs and turns away, crossing his arms. “I don’t like you anyway.”
“I know,” Doyoung mutters.
Ten erupts into laughter, sounding more like a psychopath than a close friend of his.
“You do that every time you like someone?” he asks in between fits.
Doyoung raises an eyebrow. “I just said—okay, yeah. Whatever.”
There’s a much needed silence and Doyoung wonders if he can just fall asleep without kicking Ten out.
“You should tell (name),” Ten says all of a sudden, Doyoung’s heart stopping at your name.
“What?” he whispers.
Ten looks at him as though he’s talking to a particularly stupid child. It makes Doyoung scowl but there’s too much alcohol in his system to know if he really means it.
“You don’t- you’re- everyone in this goddamn building knows,” Ten explains, exasperated. “Jaehyun knows, and he’s the densest kid I’ve ever met. God, if you like (name), go for it.”
Doyoung blushes so deep, he considers pressing his palms to his cheeks again. He thinks for the next few moments. Ah well, if they had to find out, he’s glad he didn’t have to declare it himself.
“Whatever, just ask (name) out. It can’t be that complicated.”
Except it is. You don’t have to spell it out for him—he knows the way you feel. The two of you only ever wanted one thing out of this. But if there’s something Doyoung isn’t good at, it’s keeping his mouth shut. He wonders how many times he let it slip, wonders if you even care enough to notice. God, it’s starting to sound pitiful for him.
“Ten. How much did you drink?” Doyoung asks, raising his head.
“Nothing. None. I’m not drunk.” Ten shrugs. “Just sleepy.”
A ‘wow’ is all Doyoung can respond with. He still isn’t quite finished figuring out what sort of horrific planet Ten stumbled from. A notification ding distracts him from kicking Ten off his bed and he has half a mind to toss it onto the bedside table but it’s still half. He softens almost immediately.
It’s a text from you: a ‘u’ followed by a smiley face and then a meme he can’t quite read through hazy eyes. He finds himself smiling anyway and sends a barrage of emojis, whatever he finds because he likes the way you get annoyed at them. Sighing, he decides that’s enough. He’s not in the right state of mind for conversation.
Doyoung shuts his phone off, attempts to push Ten off the bed one last time before closing his eyes and dozing off.
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Not every day is meant to be fun—you know that in your twenties—but it’s still somewhat disappointing to have bad days. Like youth is meant to give you some sort of happiness daily. That’s what they make it sound like.
You groan, rubbing at your back. Sitting at your study desk for so long does not have good long term effects. At least, your temporary, meaningless assignments are done. You scowl at the text on your laptop screen; the more you look at it, the more you hate it and so, you shut it off. It’s not like your pissy professor is going to be impressed by anything you do. However, you like the orderly certainty of schoolwork.
Break time consists of guilt and sugary snacks. You’re done with most everything and you suppose leaving the final review of things to a later date can’t hurt. In fact, it sounds rather appeasing. A few more moments pass in making a decision.
You get dressed. The apartment feels eerie all alone, and you’re sure as hell not going to spend the rest of your evening here. You shiver, quickly striding out the front door and locking it before taking out your phone.
People misunderstand winter. Winter is only the end of things; and sometimes, the beginning. It isn’t cruel or crushing, it’s just taking its course. However, you have a tendency to blame seasons for all that happen in it. For instance, you shouldn’t be missing summer when you really miss the first night with Doyoung. 
He picks up after calling thrice. You wonder what he’s even up to, if Saturday evenings are also booked full for such a guy.
“Why do you take so long to pick up?” you complain. “Do you not get days off?”
“I’m busy,” he hisses. 
Something’s wrong.
You pause, unsure what to do. It’s not his voice but the one in the background that catches your attention. 
Inviting him somewhere. 
Rather sensually.
Your ears feel hot and you drop the call. Of course. Of fucking course. You’re the idiot thinking it was a thing. This whole thing is casual—feeling sorry wasn’t in the contract. Fucking around was.
It’s not like you’ll be heartbroken by something like this. Of course not. Of course. Doyoung and you never had a beginning so there isn’t an end, really. It’s fine. It’s fine. You take a deep breath and browse through your phone. With the onset of Christmas holidays, you have around three options left. Ten (yikes), Jaehyun (no way) or the latest addition, Hyungmin.
Well, you’re dressed. You have to go somewhere. And your statement about Hyungmin being the hottest guy on campus still stands.
You send two texts to the boy before deciding that’s apparently enough time waiting. He picks up after a few rings, voice groggy from what you assume to be a late afternoon nap.
“You up for a drink?” You cut to the point.
“Uh? Oh, uh, now? I am, of course- I just need—”
“Twenty minutes. I’ll text you the address.”
Nothing cheers you up like your favourite bar. Or friends. Or people who respond to calls.
Hongdae is as busy as ever. You knew the bar would be packed but not this packed. Still, you managed to grab a seat at the bar table. With the oncoming night, the smell is just going to get worse—so there’s nothing wrong with treating yourself to some lemon vodka (and its refreshing scent).
Hyungmin arrives exactly four minutes early, and the mussed up hair makes you think he must have been in a hurry. For what, you can’t be sure. 
You can still see the inklings of Hongdae nightlights on his hair right before he enters, and in the fallacy of that moment, you think it’s going to be Doyoung. You sigh. This isn’t the time for that.
“Sorry,” you say, gesturing to the bar table. “All the tables were booked.”
“No, no,” he responds quickly. “I actually prefer it here.”
He’s tall, not that it’s the first time you’re noticing, but even when he’s sitting, he’s at least two heads taller than you are. His shoulders are accentuated by the mocha coat, no doubt part of the latest trend this winter. As a fashion student, he hits the mark and more. 
For a moment, you feel bad for knowing his major. Ten let it slip about him and yet still, you feel guilty for remembering it. You’re not supposed to go into unnecessary detail about people that don’t matter. Does he matter? 
“Surprised you could make it,” you joke half-heartedly. “Aren’t you lot always busy with something?”
He laughs. “The student council? Oh, we’re busy alright.”
Busy. Right.
“What about you? Aren’t you part of like three different clubs?”
“So what kind of busy?” you ask, ignoring his question. You’re part of two, now that you left the music club last semester. It’s not like small talk matters though.
“Uh,” he hesitates. “You know- attend meetings and events, coordinate committee work, supervise stuff, etcetera etcetera. So busy, yeah.”
“Busy on Saturdays too?” you ask, before thanking the bartender for the drinks.
“Yeah, I guess. Doyoung has it worse than me honestly. Even now, he has to take care of stuff because of me. Hah
”
You gulp down your drink making Hyungmin raise an eyebrow in concern. “Stuff? Because of you?”
“Yeah.” Hyungmin scratches the back of his head. “He’s with the girls.”
“Girls?” you ask, playing with the glass. You’re starting to feel annoyed, red lining your vision.
“Yeah.” He makes no notion of clarifying his statement.  
“Must be quite the president,” you say, resting your cheek against your palm.
“Oh, he’s a nightmare.” Hyungmin laughs. “He has to control everything.”
You try to mask your scoff. You know what he can be like when you’re working beside him. 
“Oh, and the guy has no sense of humour,” Hyungmin laughs, the sound easy on the ears.
You blink.
“I think he’s funny,” you say quickly. You swear you have no idea why you sound so defensive.
He hums in response and you consider biting your tongue, telling him you’re only here for one thing and forgetting the uncomfortable churning of feelings inside your chest.
“Forget I- I’m a little confused today.” 
Is that an acceptable explanation? You can’t think straight enough to decide. The silence on Hyungmin’s part, however, worries you. The crowd around you fills in for the next few moments as your companion seems to debate something with himself.
“Look, I know you and Doyoung are
 I don’t know, something.”
You huff in irked amusement. “God, does everyone seem to know?”
“Not until late actually.” Hyungmin takes a gulp. “He’s been acting weird. Doyoung.” 
You look away, breathing shallow. You don’t like it, the way things seem to be getting out of hand. All this time, the world seemed to be in the palm of your hand and now, it’s spilling everywhere; the sand in the hourglass is already up to your knees and you don’t know what happens when it fills.
“Do you actually like him?” he asks, leaning back just a little. You know where this is going. “Are you guys dating?”
“No,” you respond, checking your watch.
“Oh.”
There’s a moment’s hesitation in him but you’ve seen that look before. You know that look.
“Then we can- uh- we can—”
“Fuck?” you ask.
He gulps. “I mean, you can say no any time—”
You pull him by the collar and kiss him, hard enough to melt away your hovering thoughts. He kisses like you expect him to, not how you want him to. You know this sort, and somehow, that makes you feel comfortable. Knowing what you’re getting into is easing but it doesn’t lessen the weight of it.
It’s sickening. The way you’re pretending it’s Doyoung.
Hyungmin pulls apart, panting heavily. “Oh, okay.”
“Tell me you drove here.” 
He holds up his car keys in response.
You’re not the type to sleep with strange (semi-acquainted) men, but it’s better than falling in love with them.
So you follow a lover to a hotel room and try to feel something. Some time, when he’s kissing you against the hotel room walls, he pulls apart and asks, “You’re thinking of someone else, aren’t you?”
You know the answer; it just won’t leave your lips.
“It’s okay,” he says with a weak smile, “Let’s just have fun.”
And every time his mouth was on yours, every time you saw stars, you felt the ghost of Doyoung and his haunting touches. It was strange and unfair and unlike you—or at least, unlike the you that you built over the past few years. You feel as though you’ve misplaced something—like something was supposed to be there when you reached out but instead, it was empty space.
The night ends as it should and you leave right before dawn with an apology text you couldn’t put half your heart into.
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Most winter nights, you wake up with pain so profound, it’s seeping into your bones.
It never made sense. You never tried to make sense of it. So you let the aches push you down by the shoulders, lodge itself into your neck and back; and you tell yourself, it must be what you deserve. It’s cold and you’re walking barefoot on frozen ground.
You gasp. The weight of who you are and who you have to be—it has its knee on the back of your neck, shoving you into the damp earth. There’s no particular reason to it; it makes it seem as though it’s insignificant. Unimportant. Irrelevant. But that’s the problem—the weight of the world on your shoulders makes no sense. Whose world are you even carrying? Whose approval are you trying to win? You scramble to get up, messing up your bedsheets in the process, and pull your blanket around you. Your own warmth surrounds you and it makes no difference. You frown.
You remember your phone call with your mom, and your lips tremble. You shouldn’t have told her about how crappy your finals went but it slipped. You tried to explain that you did work for them, that you gave it your best but sometimes things don’t work out. She didn’t have to say it out loud for you to hear her thoughts. 
You’re disappointing. 
You wipe at your eyes, feeling annoyed at the emotion. If you could let the ground swallow you whole, you would. In a heartbeat. You don’t even know what you’re doing most of the days despite that pretty planner of yours.
You get out of bed, pull on your cardigan beside the bed and grab your lighter and pack. The tiny balcony makes for a great smoking spot and while you would scold any of your friends for committing to this, you do it yourself. Hypocrite.
For all you try to shove into yourself—hobbies, student clubs, actual clubbing, friends—the more you feel less than enough, as if everything just vanishes into thin air inside you. As if you aren’t enough and never will be. You play by the rules and you lose, you break the rules and you lose. 
Maybe it’s because you let yourself be filled by the intricacies of other people that they like you. And thus, you cannot stop for fear of loneliness.
Just as you’re feeling crushed again, you picture Doyoung against your back, placing his nose in the crook of your neck—something he has never done—and you wonder why it helps. 
Sucking in air too fast, you cough. You shouldn’t have let it go on for so long.
It was fun—harmless fun. You shouldn’t even be thinking of taking a step in some other direction. You’re friends, barely, but you like where you are. If Doyoung was that important, you wouldn’t be going about this all backwards. You sigh, though it comes out jagged. The room is quiet and that’s the way it should be at four a.m, of course, but you crave music all of a sudden. Doyoung and you are just a temporary fix; and you let that thought relax you.
When you think of his chin on your shoulder, however, it feels feather light.
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“Why are we doing this?” you ask. 
The atmosphere is warm and toasty, just like you expect it to be in a bakery with light pink doors and a collection of plastic potted plants on display. The decorations aren’t an eyesore here and somehow, it makes you feel better. It’s a little far but you decide it’s worth it.
Doyoung shrugs, sipping his hot chocolate. “It’s Christmas, and we’re both here.”
Your eyes follow the hanging lights over the counter, wrapped in pine tree stickers and eventually to the neat display of a ‘Season’s Greetings’ menu, the contents of which are currently at your table. A Christmas song by some singer who’s been popular lately plays, tunes light and dancing. You hate the end of the year solely because of the extra pressure January brings. Nothing you can’t handle, of course. Nothing you can’t handle.
You sigh. It’s been a little difficult lately.
“Doyoung, really, why are we doing this?” you ask, genuinely curious.
“Are you- uh- are you not enjoying this? I could—”
“No! No, it’s not that. I feel better, actually.” You bite your tongue almost immediately after. It’s not like he’s supposed to know the sort of hell week you’re having. A poorly received term paper, finals that weren’t up to your expectations, crippling loneliness without friends and, oh, the self-doubt—you are at the lowest you can be in college. The only sweetener right now is in the hot chocolate and the way Doyoung’s looking at you. 
You feel something close to guilt.
“Good.” He smiles. “You seemed
 You seemed a little down.”
The sliver of warmth between your ribs makes you think this is unreal. It feels uneasy to be so affected by someone but you let it slide, turning back to your hot chocolate.
“Why didn’t you go home this time?” you ask, sipping your drink.
“Oh, I didn't really want to face my parents,” he says before leaning. “Didn’t do too well this semester. And my brother’s going to be there with all his achievements.”
You chuckle in disbelief. “You don’t like your brother?”
“I love him to bits. Just can’t stand my mom’s nagging when he’s around.”
“That’s rich coming from you.” You cross your arms, smiling triumphantly. You feel like children squabbling but it’s so lighthearted, you want to laugh.
Doyoung raises a pointed finger, about to retort but nothing comes out. He puts his hand down.
“I guess you’re right.”
You shake your head. “I’m sure she’s proud of you too.”
“I know that,” he says, laughing. “Of course she is. I don’t keep myself busy for nothing.”
You gulp, a sudden sourness rising at the base of your tongue. 
“Busy, huh? Didn’t know spending saturday evenings with girls also counted as busy,” you mutter against the cup, half-hoping he doesn’t hear you.
“What?” There’s a perplexed look across his face.
You wave your hand in dismissal. “Oh don’t mind me.”
“Are you talking about me giving a tour to the fresher girls?” Doyoung leans forward, resting his elbows on his thighs. “Hyungmin does that usually but Mr Man was sore from soccer practice and Friday fucking.” 
You blink. “Fresher
 girls?”
“What, did you think I was at a brothel?” Doyoung laughs in amusement.
You feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. “No! No, of course not.”
You wave your hands about for a few more seconds, trying to come up with an explanation. This makes things rather embarrassing.
“Sorry,” you say finally. “I jumped to conclusions.”
Doyoung laughs, rather deep and heartily, and you wonder if your apology really did sound as stupid to him as it did to you. 
“You do that a lot,” he notes.
“Thanks,” you quip, cutting the pastry with your fork a little too forcefully. His laugh follows. (You hate it so much. It sounds like pure adoration.)
The next few moments consist of scrolling through your phones (because Doyoung says his ‘mouth hurts from talking to you’) and you would’ve been in a better state of mind if everyone wasn’t posting pre-Christmas photos with their families. 
“You know they’re opening that park. What’s it called- Winter Wonderland or something. You said you wanted to visit.”
You look up at Doyoung amused.
“Let’s be honest. You want to be in bed, Doyoung,” you say. “Why are you doing this?”
“Because I care,” he answers, looking at you with his doe eyes. “About you. You sulk when you’re upset.”
“I don’t sulk,” you reply but your smile is obvious when you exit the cafe. 
It’s like a date. The more you think of it that way, the more it makes you smile.
The evening is perfect—orange and pink and loving and happy. Doyoung trails behind you as you tread over the sidewalk with cheeky remarks about his speed.
“I’m in the track club, you know?” he huffs, finally tired of your jabs.
“As what, the start point?”
A fake, sarcastic laugh leaves him. “I wouldn’t get to see you if I walked ahead.”
You feel warmth creep up your face. You mumble, “that’s cheesy.” It’s too weak though, and it goes unheard. 
For the first time, you notice his eyes are a little like yours in what they reflect. You love them. 
So this is where the crowd went. The amusement park, or whatever you call it, is buzzing with a faint sort of excitement, mostly in the children that didn’t get to go on a vacation elsewhere. It’s quite the wonderland though so you can’t see them complaining.
“Do you think they’ll kick us out if we make out on the Ferris wheel?” you ask, smiling at Doyoung.
“I’m not making out with you on the Ferris wheel,” he replies, making a face.
You do end up making out on the Ferris wheel, and you get butterflies from it. It’s like a teenage dream but Doyoung looks even better. You pass on the cotton candy because frankly, you’ve had enough of sweet things. You sit at the frozen wooden seat, hoping it warms up while Doyoung brings the two of you some fries.
Your phone buzzes with a notification. Your eyes light up at the mail from your professor. You had turned in the term paper three days ago, weeks ahead of schedule and were particularly proud of the way it turned out. 
You look at the email and zero in on the word ‘redo’.
Your shoulders sag immediately. You spent four weeks on that—and it’s not good enough? You search frantically for how it could have gone wrong and come up with none. That’s not supposed to happen. Something’s wrong. Something’s very wrong. The week’s exhaustion swallows you up again.
When Doyoung returns, he looks at you concerned before quickly setting the fries on the table.
“(name). Is something wrong?”
“Huh?” Your voice sounds so weak and squeaky, you feel embarrassed. It’s embarrassing that after all these years, you still don’t know how to handle failure. 
Because it’s not supposed to happen. You tell yourself that over and over and it makes things worse.
You feel dirty, underneath all that dust and crumbled rock dangling in your hair. Whatever rests on your shoulders is cracking and collapsing, and you’re pushing in the wrong direction to make sure it all stays up. 
He reaches out his hand but you avoid it.
“No,” you mutter, weakly shaking your head.
You rub at your nose and eyes, hoping you can hide behind your forearms. Doyoung shouldn’t be seeing you like this, he doesn’t deserve to see you like this. You turn away from him, your palm gently pushing against the soft material of his shirt. 
Doyoung doesn’t move. Instead, he gently tugs on your wrist so you have no choice but to face him with your red-rimmed eyes. You’re not sure if it’s embarrassment or pity, but the concern in his eyes makes you cry harder. 
“You don’t have to do that,” he whispers. “You don’t have to find a place to cry.”
For the first time in adulthood, you learn what it’s like to lean your forehead against someone’s chest this way. Doyoung wraps his arms around you and the sound of his breathing soothes your near-erratic heart. 
“I worked really hard on it, you know?” you mumble against his chest. “My term paper.”
“I know,” he whispers.
Doyoung strokes your head delicately, fingers running through your hair with airy touches. Eventually, you let go of a final sigh and look up to his lips.
He seems surprised at the kiss but it’s all you can think of now. It’s gentler than usual and Doyoung moves cautiously though he seems to like it all the same. His arms feel comfortable around you. When he pulls apart, he looks at you yet still with careful concern.
“We can- we should stop if you want,” he says, and he means it. 
You shake your head. Night is creeping in overhead, deep and quiet and slow.
“I like you, Doyoung,” you say finally. “I really, really like you.”
Doyoung’s eyes widen, as though a rabbit wary of the traps it might set foot on but he eases into your touch almost immediately.
“I like
 I like you too.” His lips waver but he looks away and takes a deep breath. “I like you so much.”
You smile and think that maybe everything is set right now, with his chin against your shoulder and your arms around him. 
Doyoung discards the jacket once you’re in your apartment, kissing you fuller now. Every other thought leaves you; you beg him to make you forget the rest of the world. The walls are comforting now that he’s here, and it’s warmer, hotter.
“Can we- Can we go a little slower?” you mumble, his arms still gentle when they wrap around your waist. He parts his lips from your neck to look at you momentarily before nodding.
You suddenly understand why he always makes you feel so good. There’s a certain fondness to his touch and warmth to his kisses. There’s no one quite like him, really.
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“I love digging graves, especially if it’s my own,” you mutter against the pillow.
Doyoung laughs. “What did you do this time?”
“This time? Excuse me? Do you think I’m some sort of trouble child?”
“Hm. Let’s see. Yes.”
You pause. Why do you hesitate to tell him you slept with Hyungmin? It’s not like you were cheating—you weren’t dating Doyoung. Besides, that night with Hyungmin didn’t mean anything. A horrid feeling snakes around your throat, heavy and piercing. You resort to changing the topic.
“I’m
 I took another course beyond my understanding.”
“That’s it?” he asks.
You nod.
No, no, no; it’s all backwards now and you don’t know how to reverse it.
Doyoung takes your hand in his, delicately and yet firm. His chest is against your back, bare and warm. When he presses his lips against your knuckles, the warmth that flushes through you makes you want to believe in something else entirely. You feel weak. 
A part of you argues that you feel honest—in a moment of clarity you don’t think you deserve. Neither vodka nor whiskey can make you this clear in the head; you struggle to breathe straight. How awful it is to feel warmth and not believe in it at the same time.  
“You can rely on me, you know?” he whispers.
The knot in your chest makes you want to cry.
You feel lonely and the opposite of it all at once. Doyoung is too much for you—too kind, too pretty and too true. He makes you realize too many things at once.
There are a few things in the world that can stifle loneliness. Like the notes Doyoung plays on the piano, like the songs he hums in the morning till you place open-mouthed kisses against his neck.
You realize, all of a sudden, that Doyoung really is your dearest friend.
And yet, you don’t think you deserve it. You’ve never loved, you believe, but you have. You don’t remember it well enough. The lovers’ touches you kept searching for led to this. Hypocrite. You wanted a lover’s touch and you rejected the love that came with it. What a complicated bundle of emotions. You weren’t always this way.
You loved your first cat when you were six, all the way till it died a warm death in your bed. You loved your mother even when she yelled at you for skipping your chores. You loved your middle school friends when you talked about comics and movies you saw for the first time. 
It’s hard to love the same way now.
You suppose sympathy needs a little backstory. Nothing is unconditional. 
It had all started when your heart had broken into two clean pieces. You put a bandaid on it and called it a day. No one taught you to ask for help.
Your friends know someone broke your heart; you tell them everything. Friends, friends—you wanted them so bad and yet, you keep them as far from you as you can. You pretend to be paper-thin and so shallow, sometimes you wonder if that’s all there is to you. But for all they know, they know next to nothing. It wasn’t just the aftermath of reckless puppy love. 
The first time your heart broke, it was watching your mother cry in the living room for a reason you didn’t understand. You wondered who committed the crime, who should be charged—and you found no one. A loveless marriage is cruel, yes, but you cannot point fingers. It isn’t just cruel; it’s infuriating.
The second time, the two pieces of your heart broke into a few more. It was a boy with an inviting smile and flags whose colour you couldn’t quite discern. They must have been red, but everything else was too—hearts, cheeks, lips, and the threads around your wrists. And eventually, he guided you to the conclusion that you are undeserving, unworthy, unloved. 
You were strong, however. It was easy to collapse on the bed and feel the weight of the world settling in, but you stood up again on shaking knees and you told yourself to have fun; you can have fun without feelings. You know better than to attach meaning to fun—you might hate insignificant things but it’s only fun if it’s pointless. You’re not letting go of this place you’ve worked so hard to arrive at, with all the shattered pieces in your hands.
It’s better to offer nothing at all than offer broken pieces.
“Can we stay like this?” Doyoung’s arms tighten around your waist, his breath shallow against your shoulder. “Just for a little bit.”
His voice is beautiful as always, but for a moment, it strikes you as sad.
Everything’s twisting up into knots and you are frantically running your fingers over them to straighten it all out. You know what it’s like to let things rot; and you are tired of it. Why can’t everything disappear for one moment? Why can’t you just let it be the two of you?
You sigh in response, nodding. 
“I might not know what’s happening in there,” he starts, drawing circles on your chest with his finger, touch comfortably light. “But
”
I’m here and I get it.
Is that what he wants to say? You don’t think you’ll get to know. You’re not exactly voicing yourself either. 
Stay the night. You want to say it but your lips are frozen.
Instead, you rub your thumb over the back of his hand, fitting into each other as perfect as a lie. You would tell him, you try to convince yourself, if you could say it with enough conviction. There’s no point to saying things that are half-meant, that are true but only just enough. You’re a coward.
And now, this has gotten complicated.
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An end.
Tapping his pen against the desk, Doyoung grows increasingly annoyed. The council's next  meeting agenda isn’t going to finish writing itself but he can’t bring himself to either. Besides, Ten’s pacing outside his room is starting to get on his nerves.
“Ten!” he yells. “Can you quit it? You’re making too much noise.”
His disapproval is met with silence. For a moment, he spaces out and reflexively thinks of you, only to feel a confusing sort of emotion. It’s normal, he tells himself, and that it’ll sort itself out.
Doyoung feels like a glass box more often than not. If he breaks, who picks up the pieces? Who gets cuts all over their fingers?
‘Whoever breaks him’ should be the answer. But that’s wishful thinking. It’s not that simple. 
He’s so see-through that it’s painful. He used to tell Taeyong he’s wrong but he’s never been able to prove it. He is easy. It’s embarrassing.
But then again, part of him likes it when it comes to you. He likes it when you kiss him after a particularly heated disagreement, he likes when you get on his nerves just so he’d fuck you and most of all, he loves the push and pull. Fun is just that. He doesn’t know what he’d do if that heart of his he placed so gingerly into your palms falls and shatters.
The line between hate and love is thin; and he’s enjoying walking it too much.
He has nothing to offer but himself. He laughs at the thought and shakes his head. It’s somewhat dirty, and not just in the sexual sense.
“Ten!” he yells again. “Stop pacing!”
Getting up from his seat, he strides over to his door, swings it open and finds Ten scratching his head and glancing at his phone in repeated action. 
“Ten?”
He’s so in a trance that he hasn’t noticed Doyoung. He is the lovable sort of idiot if he ever chooses to be so. Most of the time though, he’s just a smartass.
“Oh, oh no, I’m a bad friend,” Ten mutters to himself, his pacing growing more restless. He scratches the back of his head, eyebrows furrowed and too inside his head to notice Doyoung. He wants to ask but something tells him he shouldn’t. 
Turns out, his apprehension isn’t strong enough these days. 
“Whose date did you crash?” Doyoung asks, more than annoyed already.
When Ten looks at him, Doyoung feels rather shriveled and freezes on the spot. Call it instinct but Doyoung respects fear and pain. Ten has a mixture of the two, amplified when he looks at Doyoung.
“Doyoung. Hey,” he says, trying to tone down the distress in his voice.
Doyoung still hasn’t recovered from the initial surprise of Ten looking that way.
“Did you fuck up? Did someone fuck up? Why do you look like that?”
Ten sits down on the small couch. “Long story
 I guess. Too many details, you- you know? Just—”
“What the fuck happened?”
Ten still can’t look him in the eye. “The group chat’s a little
”
“Ten,” Doyoung snaps. “Cut the crap.”
“No, that’s- that’s what I’m- You’re going to be upset.”
Doyoung straightens, furrowing his brows. “I think I can fucking handle it.”
“You know that date I set up for (name) and Hyungmin?”
“You set that up?”
“(name) slept with Hyungmin.” 
Doyoung quietens. The silence seems to make Ten uncomfortable as he shifts in his seat, getting up when Doyoung speaks.
“So?”
Ten blinks. “You’re not upset?”
“Just what kind of loser do you think I am?” Doyoung mutters.
Glass shatters just that easily. Maybe he wanted you to shatter him. Maybe he was already cracking at the edges.
“Doyoung, you don’t have to—”
“Stop,” he exclaims a little louder than he intended. “Stop looking at me like that. I’m a grown man, I can handle shit like this.”
It still hurts though. You lied to him and he let you in. You lied to him. Doyoung sighs, returning to his room with a realization he should have had long ago. His night ends with more deleted drafts than he’s supposed to have and eventually, with increased discomfort, he delegates the job to Park Hyungmin himself with the excuse of sickness.
Doyoung does feel sick. He felt this way once, in highschool, but it had turned to red, hot anger ready to lash at anyone and everyone, spilling from his lips as easy as it was to breathe. And Doyoung can never feel that way towards you. He was different back then too, of course, but you—you’re unlike anyone he’s ever met. He loves the comfort of you, and something like that is hard to come by. 
He feels like laughing again but instead he finds tears on his cheeks. Silly boy, he can hear his mother tell him. You don’t give your heart to heartbreakers. 
So Doyoung falls asleep to the sound of upbeat music in his earphones, music he hates even just to pass the night. Morning will come and he will have to become stronger. Comfort is fleeting, after all.
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With everything said and done, you know very well that if you were to tell someone you love them—genuinely, truly, from the heart—it would be Doyoung. It’s not a sudden realization, like the sky falling apart or a tidal wave crashing against the shore and sweeping away the city. It is like the gentle lapping of water, though, or the way the clouds change shape—natural and anything but alarming. You want to stare at it forever, and you want to believe that’s how it will be forever. 
“You told everyone we had sex?” Your voice is boiled to a shout. 
Hyungmin looks torn, lips moving but no explanation making its way out. “I- I told my friends, not everyone.”
“And you forgot that your friends talk? Everybody talks, Hyungmin, what were you thinking?”
He sighs before taking a step towards you. “Why are you so angry about it? As far as I remember, you had no trouble talking about whose pants you got into.”
You scoff. “With friends, not the whole campus.”
“That’s exactly what I did!” 
You cross your arms, feeling so upset you might cry and unsure as to why. You’re usually good at dealing with stuff like this, keeping things in the right place.
“It’s because of Doyoung, isn’t it?” 
You snap your head to Hyungmin. There’s a serene sort of look to him despite his unkempt appearance, and a look of understanding.
“I’m sorry. Really. But if you were so into him, you shouldn’t have called me that evening. It might not matter to me but
”
You broke his heart. All that devotion he had towards you led to this. 
“You’re right.” You choke on your words, leaning against the wall. “Fuck
 Fucking
”
You turn around, making your way out of the hallway and hope the tears on your cheeks dry faster if you run.
You can’t remember the last time you ran. Your world didn’t need running from, it was right in the palm of your hands. Now that you look back, the world was always on your shoulders and heavy as it can be. Maybe you liked it—the weight. You could’ve shrugged it off any time; you didn’t need all those caging schedules or careful, elegant steps.
No. Atlas couldn’t shrug because his punishment was his existence. To have weight is to have meaning; and that is how you intended to live out your life.
Doyoung makes you see it differently. To love so fully even if it seems cautious—you, who has never loved at all, couldn’t comprehend it. And because he makes you see it differently, the box is now open and all hell is loose. 
For once, you don’t want to live in the world you crafted. You want more love, more hurt and you want to open the doors. You don’t mind hell if it’s for him.
You ring the bell to Doyoung and Ten’s apartment and pray the news hasn’t reached him yet. He said he was busy this weekend; maybe he was detached enough from his phone for once. You just want to be the person to tell him. It’s not a perfect apology otherwise.
Doyoung opens the door with pursed lips and cold eyes. There’s a sense of ease over his shoulders and arms but he won’t look at you and panic rises to your throat.
“We’re not fucking tonight, (name),” he says.
“That’s not- That’s not why I’m here.” Your voice is so meek, you wonder what happened.
Doyoung steps back, crossing his arms. He’s still looking at his feet and you feel the urge to reach for his face.
“I wanted to tell you- I
 I just—”
“That you’re fucking other people?”
“God, Doyoung, stop with the fucking. I don’t care about that right now.”
“Really?” His voice is so sharp, it digs into your skin. “You were just in it for that. That’s the fun part in your stupid life, isn’t it?”
You feel a sharp pain in your nose and forehead. “You’re- Now that’s- Doyoung. I’m sorry. That’s what I wanted to say.”
“After—” His voice chokes up. “After everything is done? Stop with the excuses and face it for fuck’s sake. You aren’t made to fall in love. That’s why you dance around it all the time.”
Although he says that, he doesn’t sound angry. He sounds defeated.
“It’s not like you aren’t cautious,” you retort, throat feeling heavy. “You said it yourself- you don’t want to care too much.”
“I was wrong,” he says, voice hoarse. “I care about everything more than I’d like to admit. I care about you more than I’d like to admit.”
“The Hyungmin thing didn’t mean anything, okay? You were busy and—”
“So why did you lie?” He strains to not raise his voice. “Of course I knew our little thing didn’t mean shit to you. Why did you pretend it did? Last week, you said- you said—”
“Doyoung, last week- last week I- I wasn’t pretending, I swear.”
“You could’ve just saved yourself the trouble and the dignity.” A short, humorless laugh leaves him.
You feel your lips tremble, the explanation not quite made its way out yet. He looks so innocent like this, rabbit-like eyes watery and full of pain, pure the way they have always been. This is your mistake, isn’t it?
“Doyoung, please,” you manage to say. “That was wrong. I couldn’t clear up my head. Please don’t—”
“No. I was an idiot. Or you see me as one.” He frowns deeper, lips trembling. “I shouldn’t- I shouldn’t have. We shouldn’t have been at the same fucking party and I shouldn’t have drank so much. You’re- I’m not that kind of person.”
You bite down your lip. “What kind?”
Doyoung laughs, the sound raspy and empty. “The kind to not fall in love with you.”
It damn near breaks your heart to look at him. You have to say something, it shouldn’t end like this. You’re desperate and all you think is that you don’t want it to end at all.
“Please, I thought of you as a friend, that’s why—”
“And this is what you call being a friend?” he cuts you off.
You feel the sting in your eyes and nose, making you turn sharply to the side. You wish he’d just make you cry. It makes you feel the rancid guilt all the more.
“Make Hyungmin your friend for all I care. Let’s stop this.”
You stare at your feet, unable to respond. 
“You can have every boy in the world, (name). Don’t come to me.”
“Can you just stop talking about everyone else?” you yell, desperate. ïżœïżœïżœDo I talk about your exes? Seungjae or- or what’s-her-name—” 
“That’s different!” He looks distraught, breathing heavily and with a painful red flush over his nose and cheeks. He runs his hand through his hair, tousling it further. “You lied to me, (name). You lied.”
Your cheeks are wet and the look that flashes over Doyoung makes you think he wants to step right out to you. He stays frozen in place, however, looking away to the side.
“Did you notice?” he asks softly. “Even once? How much I cared?”
You can’t answer, letting the tears drip down your face. It’s getting colder and colder. 
Doyoung bites down his lip before parting them. “All we did was have sex anyway. So please just- just leave.”
You take a long few moments but nod, hugging your coat closer and stepping out of his apartment. You think you hear Ten’s footsteps but it’s followed by the bang of a door—this is how it ends then.
The line between hate and love is thin; and you are deserving of neither.
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You perfect your next semester’s academics, and the next. It still feels empty. You go out to drink with friends and return to a messy bed you sleep in alone. You smile as always and you laugh as always. No one asks you how you are as always. You never needed anyone to ask you how you are.
Ten tries but you push him away. You don’t need to drag in other people into a mess you made. He feels sorry for the whole thing but you tell him it was you that spilled the paint, Ten just handed a dash of it to you.
You were right. You don’t deserve Doyoung. At least, you made it so that you don’t deserve him. 
‘It’s better to have loved and lost than to not have loved at all’—it still hurts.
Every day is part of a list again. You doodled in some of the pages, when you thought you were starting to fall in love. There’s only a skeleton of it left now. Soon, you’ll let it crumble to dust too. 
You tear apart the planner sometime after graduation and cry and curse at yourself for doing that. No one’s good at parting with things they care about. You’re no exception.
It’s December again. 
This place is a little strange to visit right after graduating, especially with the memories flashing you by. Johnny said he booked one of the private booths (“A senior’s treat!”) but you feel your steps growing hesitant when you reach the neon signs by the stairs. It spells ‘The Meeting Place’ and smells of cigarettes just like it did the first time.
You stop midway up the stairs. For a moment, you think of Doyoung sitting there and wonder if you’ll ever be able to talk to him again. If you had the chance now, would you take it?
Of course, you wouldn’t. There’s too much to be set right and you can’t do it.
There’s supposed to be the six of you. Johnny mentioned Ten and you know Eunji’s invited too. You saw Jaehyun on the way here, still a student. You sigh. It must be him, the one they failed to mention to you. Kim Doyoung. There’s no one quite like him.
You spot him first. Looking a little forlorn as he gazes absentmindedly to the side, he faces away from you and you get the inevitable urge to run away. It’s a funny feeling. 
Your stomach is churning. You don’t want him to see you. Ten babbles on about something to Johnny, smiling like he found candy while clearing his drawers. Eunji looks tired, leaning against Johnny’s shoulder and you wonder if she already drank more than enough shots.
“(name).”
You jump at Jaehyun’s voice from behind you. 
“Hey,” you respond, giving him a wide smile.
He hesitates. “Are you okay? Not that you don’t look okay- you look really good actually. I mean, are you and
 you know okay?”
“I don’t think so, Jaehyun,” you say and make your way to the booth.
It’s a little cramped for the six of you and Doyoung gets up before you can even greet him. It’s not like you deserve it anyway but it tugs at the wound.
“I’m going to go take a drag,” he mutters.
“You don’t smoke,” you say, looking up.
He stares at you momentarily and you look away. You think Ten and Johnny glance at you with pity but you don’t really care. 
 â€œCan I come with you?” you ask, barely a whisper.
“Sure,” he says, to your surprise.
The smoking area is so small, you’re surprised it’s even there. A glass structure overlooking the neighbourhood, there’s barely any light within. The only thing nice is how warm it’s in there. 
Doyoung lights his cigarette and then offers to light yours. It’s quiet, the music from inside numbed to the cold doors. You really can’t take it. You stub the barely consumed cigarette and throw it into the bin.
You’d rather just stay quietly in his presence.
“You’re not smoking,” he notes.
“It’s a bad habit.” You look out through the glass.
Doyoung chuckles. “You were a collection of bad habits.”
“And good ones too,” you quip. “I was a perfect student. I was perfect in most everything actually.”
Doyoung’s smile widens. “You were. You certainly were.”
A few more moments pass in silence, your eyes traveling over the outside scenery which seems to be growing duller by the second. City lights have never felt fainter.
“It was an accident, right?” You say suddenly. “The whole thing? Us?”
Doyoung hums. “Yeah. I fell in love by accident.”
You smile weakly. “Right. I never got to apologize.”
“I loved you on purpose.”
You look up at him. There’s not a lot of people who say what they mean. He looks the same as he used to under your grey blankets, with a warm blush over his cheeks and kind, wide eyes. 
“You’re so damn pretty,” he murmurs, “even now.”
You scan his face for signs of lying.
“You’re drunk, aren’t you?” you ask finally. 
Doyoung blinks before easing into laughter. “You- You’re- You’re the same as ever.”
You let yourself crack a smile.
“Doyoung I- I really am sorry,” you say quietly. “And I did- do care for you.”
Doyoung stubs out his cigarette and discards it before looking you in the eye. You notice he’s wearing his favourite black turtleneck in the proximity, the grey plaid coat covering most of it. You really liked that look on him.
“I’m sorry,” you say once again. “I want you to know that. I didn’t want to hurt you and I promise I won’t ever do it again.”
You mean it. You’re never going to hold glass again. He doesn’t deserve it.
“That’s a problem,” he responds, breath mingling with yours. “I want you
 I want you to hurt me. If you really do love me, I’ll take it.”
“Doyoung,” you whisper, turning away despite your whole body screaming at you to give in. “I meant it. I can’t hurt you.”
Doyoung cups your cheek with one hand, glancing at your lips for a moment.
“You’re warm,” he says.
He’s warmer.
“I want to kiss you,” he says.
You want to kiss him too.
“We went about this all wrong, didn’t we?” he asks.
“We did,” you answer, voice barely above a whisper. “I did.”
Doyoung pulls back. “Then let’s start again. I’m Kim Doyoung, I majored in linguistics. I was student council president and I made a mistake.”
You smile. “We don’t have to do that.”
Doyoung raises an eyebrow. “After all the trouble I went through to make a good introduction?”
The two of you laugh, and it gets warmer. 
“I’m (name),” you say. “I was a top student and I made a bigger mistake, Kim Doyoung.”
“Oh? I wonder what it was.”
“Kind of a long story.”
“I’ve got all the time for you.”
You smile and start. He responds with gentle kisses. You’re piecing your world back together again; but this time it’s feather-light and fits right in the palm of your hand. 
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So headcannon ideas:
After Ranboo kinda becomes neighbors with Phil and Techno, I can imagine after Phil opened up to Ranboo, they found Phil passed out in the dirt, naturally he took Phil inside the cabin, when they came back inside, he found Phil tossing and turning. Mumbling in his sleep.
"Phil
Phil..you're safe, you need to wake up."
“Stop
stop!” Phil kinda leaned into something or someone, an enderman hybrid, Ranboo.
"Phil you're safe here I promise, just open your eyes." Ranboo hums a soothing melody to get him to calm down, wrapping their arms around him.
Phil opened his eyes with a gasp, catching his breath, tears strolling down his face, looking up at the enderman through a blurred vision. 
“R-Ranboo?
” He called out, his voice sore from screaming. “What happened?
”
Ranboo rubbed circles into his back. "You were having a nightmare, everything is okay now I promise you are safe."
Phil stayed quiet, before sobbing a bit into Ranboo’s chest, he knew what the nightmare was about, and he didn’t want to talk about it.
Ranboo kept rubbing circles into the avian’s back to try and calm his nerves. "Your safe I promise."
“I’m sorry
” Phil mumbled. “I didn’t
”
"You never need to apologize for anything ever Phil, we've all got you, everything is okay I promise" Ranboo smiled, glancing down at him, he hated seeing Phil like this, but they have had similar experiences before. 
Phil nuzzled his head into Ranboo’s chest. “Thank you
”
"Anytime Phil Anytime." Ranboo goes back to humming and running their fingers through Phil's hair and down his back to sooth him.
Phil’s back tensed up a bit, gasping, his wings twitching a bit. “Eep!”
“R-Ran-” Phil bit his lip, Ranboo looked down, a bit concerned.
"You okay Phil? D-did I hurt you?" They asked, he wanted to help Phil, not hurt him.
“N-No- I’m fine
it just uh
” Phil’s ears twitched, a bit flustered.
It clicked for the enderman, smirking, they began to trace small circles into the avian’s neck.
"Does this tickle?~" Ranboo smirked as they whispered in his ear. 
“Meep! No!” Phil bit his lip, letting out a few giggles, covering his mouth with his hands, a red flush on the tip of his ears, shaking his head.
"Oh I think it does~" Ranboo gently skittered downwards and behind his ears.
“Ehehehehehe! Nohoho, quit it!” Phil squeaked, biting his lip, trying to muffle his giggles.
"If you say so" Everything stopped as they smiled down at the giggly hybrid.
“Mmf
” Phil mumbled, still a bit flustered. “Erm
uh
Ranboo
?”
"Yessss Phil?~" They leaned forward near his face.
“Erm uh
god
it’s hard to ask
” Phil mumbled, scratching his neck.
Ranboo giggled and went back to tickling him with a bit more speed this time. “This might be a small distraction.” 
“Eep!” Phil covered his mouth with his hands, biting his lip to muffle his giggles, his ears twitching.
"You're safe here Phil, giggle when you're ready, but I would love to hear it." Ranboo continued, tracing gently as possible across his neck. 
“Mmf
” Phil looked up at them, his shirt rolled up a bit, removing his hands from his mouth, a small grin on his face as he bit his lip.
"Good job Phil, you're doing great." Ranboo moved down to scribble along his sides, they smiled at the squirming in response. 
“Pfft-Hehehe-Ehehehehahaha! Hahahaha!” Phil began giggling, his ears flapping and twitching. “It-It tickles! Ehehehehe!”
"Good! I'm so glad it does" They continued smiling
“Ehehehehahaha! Rahahan! Ehehehe!” Phil squealed, his giggles going up an octave, his ears continue to flap.
"Yes Phil?~" Ranboo continued with a smirk in their voice.
“Itit reheheally-EEP!” Phil let out a squeal once Ranboo traced against his ribs.
“Tickles?~ Tickletickletickletickle" He continued up and down his ribs, sending the avian into giggles.
“OH GOHOHOHODS! HAHA! Nahahat thehe rihihibs! Ehehehehe!” Phil moved his head over, a red blush on his face and ears.
Ranboo smiled, continuing upwards, Phil’s wings flapping as he laughed. “ITIT TICKLES!”  “Oh I’m aware.”
Yeah- Ler!Ranboo Lee!Phil.
I was editing and making this story before Ranboo came out as he/they (I believe correct me if I’m wrong) so I had to replace a lot of he’s with theys, not that I’m complaining!
As someone who doesn't really follow/write too much lee!phil this was good Bat!! Also yes, he/they Ranboo is an absolute icon and we stan them ^^
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kirausamaria · 3 years ago
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Couch Fight (Stolitz fanfic)
This may be a little short, but I’m just relaxing tonight because I’ve been mentally overwhelmed lately. You can draw fanfics or write your own stuff if you want to. 
   Blitzo and Stolas were enjoying something different together for once. Stolas had suggested a while ago to have a movie night before going to bed together so they could have some quality boyfriend time. Stolas even choose a â€˜horse related’ movie in order to show he cared about Blitzo’s interests and hobbies, and Blitzo appreciated this even if he didn’t express it. They were even wearing comfty sweaters that matched, an anniversary present Stolas had gotten for both of them.
   There was a little complaint from him, though.
   â€œStolas, could you please get off of me for a while?”
   â€œWhat do you mean, darling?”
   Stolas was laying over Blitzo, cuddling with him while he was holding the popcorn bowl, so Blitzo had to manouver with both things.
  â€œI mean, just look how fuc*ing big this couch is! I just wanna watch the movie and be comfty! You’re heavy! (Not really, but Blitzo is pretty small)”.
   â€œExcuse me?”, Stolas answered in a sassy voice, not really angry at him. â€œDid you just called me fat?”.
    â€œIf calling you fat makes you move, well, yeah”, Blitzo bluntly answered trying not to smirk at him.
   â€œWell, I don’t know if I’ll be able to move Blitzy. Today’s duties were so hard I’m exhausted!”, Stolas said in a dramatic tone while clinging more into Blitzo.
   Blitzo put the popcorn bowl on the floor and tried to softly push Stolas’ face away from him so he would stand up.
   â€œJust move Stolas!” Blitzo pushed as Stolas was just giggling at his weak intent. Then he suddenly holds Blitzo’s hand and gives a kiss to his palm. Blitzo instantaneously blushed. 
   â€œYou’re really cute when you’re trying to be mean Blitzy”, Stolas said while still kissing his hand.
   â€œSh-shut up!”, Blitzo answered, starting to feel a pleasing feeling because of the kisses and feeling really flustered. He half heartedly tried to put his had away. Then Stolas started sexily licking between his fingers, making him squirm.
  â€œHehe, you taste like popcorn”, Stolas said.
  â€œJuuhuhust stohop and move Stolas!” Slowly but surely tickling feelings started to invade Blitzo’s system and even when he tried to look like he was serious, a silly grin was starting to form over his face. Stolas noticed and just kept going.
   â€œWhat’s the matter Blitzy? You seem to be enjoying the attention, do you really want me to stop?” He started kissing his ring finger while Blitzo was holding up his laughter. He wasn’t sure if he was feeling ticklish or horny because of Stolas’ flirty play.
    Then all suddenly, Stolas started nibbling Blitzo’s finger. That was the last straw.
   â€œHehehehe, Stolaaas! Stop! You’re tickling me!”
   â€œI know”, he replied.
   Now Blitzo was really squirming, but Stolas’ weight was impeding him to go away. Also he was in the very end of the couch, so he didn’t have any freedom to move. He could only giggle while each of his hand’s fingers were being nibbled by a gentle beak.
  â€œYou taste so good Blitzy, I can’t help but wanting more from you” Stolas playfully said while letting his hand go. Blitzo sighted in relieve thinking that it was finally oved, but then Stolas grabbed his wagging tail and started to repeat the same treatment his fingers had endured on the tip. 
   Now the giggles became laughter. Blitzo’s tail has always been a weak spot. Depending of the area it was teased it could be also considered as a foreplay thing. In this case it was nothing but tickles reaching his whole spine, driving him nuts.
   â€œYou fuc**hihihiing d*hihih*ck! Stahahahahap!”
   â€œNo way, you tried to push me away and called me fat a while ago, I must punish you”, Stolas replied with the cutest smile he could show to him. He loved making Blitzo laugh because it wouldn’t happen naturally very often. Tickling him was his ultimate weapon.
   â€œAhahaha, hahahaha, nohohoho”. Blitzo was unable to come up with a comeback at this point, he was just fighting in order to put Stolas’ body away from him. In his desperation he started squeezing Stolas’ sides, making him stop.
    â€œNohoho Blitzy! Don’t do that!”
   â€œThen f***ing stop!”, Blitzo yelled, squeezing his hips now. Stolas was laughing a lot, but he was still over his body, barely trying to get away. He enjoyed this game and Blitzo knew it.
   â€œNohohoho, I wohohhon’t stohohohop!” Stolas then started scratching Blitzo’s ribs with both hands so he wasn’t really stopping the attack at all. Blitzo let go big cackles and squeezed Stolas’ sides harder in desperation.
   â€œYou bihihihi**ch!!! I won’t lehehet you wihihin!” Blitzo almost screamed. He then reached Stolas’ neck making him hoot in surprise and laughing harder.
   â€œAhahahaha! Thahahat is toooo much! You’re so mean!”
   â€œMean my a**! You’re the one who started thihihis shihihihi*!”
   Stolas started tickling Blitzo’s neck with one hand and his underarm with the other as his life depended on it, making him shrug and letting a loud squeal. The same as Stolas, the happy squealing meant enjoyment from the tickling, so he wasn’t really upset at his boyfriend.
   They kept tickling each other until the hiccups appeared in both of them. Crying  with joy they only stopped when they wrestled so much they fell down the couch.
   â€œOw ow ow ow” Blitzo groaned while gasping for air. â€œThat hurted”.
   â€œOh, I’m so sorry Blitz, are you alright?” Stolas said while still being over him.
    â€œYeah, but I feel exhausted” Blitzo replied. â€œAnd I think we missed the end of the movie”.
   The movie credits where already rolling on the stream.
   â€œIn that case, do we go back to the bedroom? It’s starting to get cold here, I want you to warm in up”. Stolas started kissing Blitzo’s neck, making him make pleasant noises between some giggles.
   â€œOk, ok, I get it, hehehe, just stohohop!”, Blitzo softly pleaded. Stolas gently lifted him up and took him to his dorm, while Blitzo rested on his shoulder. The warm lavender scent the Prince always had with him made him feel in peace as always.
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dialovers-translations · 3 years ago
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DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE,BLOOD Vol.01 Sakamaki Ayato [TRACK 5+6]
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Original title: 驖èŒȘ & 櫉抏
Source: Diabolik Lovers More, Blood Vol. 1: Sakamaki Ayato [CD not owned by me]
Audio: Here
Seiyuu: Midorikawa Hikaru
Translator’s note:
Track 1+2 ll Track 3+4 ll Track 5+6 ll Track 7+8 ll Track 9+10
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TRACK 5: COLLAR
*Cling*
*Rustle rustle*
“Ugh...Haha...It’s stranglin’ you, isn’t it? This is your penalty for disobeyin’ me...By tightenin’ the chains almost to the point of suffocation, it makes the blood gush out more vigorously as well...When that happens, I’ll be so nice as to drink it. I bet you don’t dislike this either, do you?”
*Rustle rustle*
[00:35] “Is it hard to breathe
? Haha...Suffer more then! ...More and more
! ...Regret the fact that you betrayed me!”
You protest.
“...You didn’t betray me, you say? Then how do you explain their scent all over your body? Aah!?”
*Cling cling*
[01:04] “Ahaha...Did they mark you like some dog would, perhaps? Puttin’ their scent all over you to show that you are theirs. Hahaha
! That would be kinda funny.”
*Rustle*
“Come on, if you don’t answer me, I’m only gonna strangle you more. You already seem to be strugglin’ to breathe quite a bit?”
*Rustle rustle*
[01:32] “You look pathetic, like a goldfish out of water gasping for air, hahaha
Well, I don’t care if you die or whatever. ăƒŒăƒŒ I’ll at least savor your delicious blood to my heart’s content. Hahaha. Guess I’ll go for this place next.”
*Cling*
“Chichinashi. I’m gonna suck from your shoulder now. I’d say this is a pretty convenient choice while I’m stranglin’ you. Fortunately, there’s none of their marks left behind here either. 
You writhe around.
[02:15] “What are you squirmin’ for? Do you want me to hurry up? Hahaha. Sure thing.”
*Sluuuurp*
“Hah...I’m starvin’ today. I’m hungry.”
He bites you.
“Mm...Nn
”
*Gulp*
“Deeper...Mmh
”
*Sluuuurp*
“Hah...Mmh...Nn
Hah! Haah
”
*Sluuuurp*
[03:06] “Hah...Delicious...I’ll plunge my fangs down to the core...I’ll taint even the places they could only dream of reachin’...Mmh
”
*Sluuuurp*
“Nn
Mm...Hah...Mmh
”
*Sluuuurp*
“It’s hot...Scorchin’...”
*Cling cling*
[03:45] “Hahaha...Ahaha! You finally stopped cryin’ thanks to these chains, huh? Chichinashi, you like this new collar I got you, don’t you?”
*Cling cling*
“If I knew this would happen, I would’ve kept a chain ‘round your neck the whole time
Hahn
”
*Sluuuurp*
“Mm...Nn...Hah
”
You start to grow dizzy.
[04:26] “...Oi! Get a grip! You can still keep goin’, right? Haah...I’ve gotten pretty heated as well
”
You beg for mercy.
“Hahaha
’Forgive me’? For what? I thought you said you didn’t betray me earlier?”
You explain.
“Hah? It hurts? Of course it does.”
*Rustle*
[05:02] “I’m makin’ it hurt after all.”
*Cling cling*
“You love how I push you to the very edge, don’t you? Hahaha...I’ll make them even tighter
”
*Cling cling*
“Hahaha...How pathetic. Close your mouth at least. You’re makin’ a dumb expression. Ah. But I guess you can’t breathe if you do.”
*Sluuuurp*
[05:39] “I love that look on your face. Look at you droolin’ from pure bliss...Guess you’re really no different from a dog now. You bitch! (1) However, I can’t get enough of your blood when you’re like this. Mmh
”
*Sluuuurp*
“Nn...Mmh
”
*Gulp*
[06:10] “Haah...This is bad...The taste of your blood has gotten richer again...Stop reactin’ in this way...This taste...AhăƒŒâ€
*Sluuuurp*
“Hahn...Mm
”
*Sluuuurp*
[06:36] “Hah...It’s hella sweet...Seems like you’re enjoyin’ it more than usual today...I can easily tell how you feel, just by suckin’ your blood. Didn’t I tell you earlier? I really don’t need to ask for your innermost thoughts. Hahn
”
*Sluuuurp*
[07:06] “Mm...Nn
Hahn...Mmh...HahăƒŒ! Haah...Hahaha...Your shoulder’s covered in holes. Now if I brand you with my mark here, I might just feel satisfied.”
TRACK 6: JEALOUSY
*Rustle rustle*
“Fufufu
”
*Cling*
“There. I loosened the chains.”
You gasp for air.
“Seems like you’re completely worn out. What a turn off. ...Well, not that I was expectin’ any kind of appeal from a Chichinashi.”
You protest.
“...Aah!? Excuse me? Try sayin’ that again
”
You repeat yourself.
[00:39] “Me? Jealous? PfftăƒŒ Ahaha...Hahahaha! Are you dumb!? Guess you’ve finally lost it ‘cause of them, huh? ăƒŒăƒŒ CUT THE CRAP! How many times do I have to tell you that I won’t let myself get pushed ‘round by some kiddie feelings!?”
You flinch.
“I’m pissed off
’cause they had the nerve to take my prey. That’s all!”
*Cling*
[01:17] “Chichinashi. Seems like you haven’t experienced enough pain just yet, seein’ as you still have the time to make those kind of cheeky remarks. In other wordsăƒŒăƒŒ You’re just trying to catch my attention, aren’t you? Hahaha...Sure. I’ll play along. I won’t show any mercy today
”
*Rustle*
“Not until you admit that you’re my prey.”
*Cling cling*
[01:49] “Hmph. You look hopeful. I get it. You seem to believe that you’ve fallen head over heels for me, but that’s a misunderstandin’ on your part. Haha
”
*Rustle*
“Shall I teach you? Who you love isn’t me. ...It’s these bad boys.”
Ayato bites you.
“Hahn...Mmh...Nn
”
*Gulp*
“Haah...Mmh
Nn
Hah
”
*Rustle*
[02:45] “Well would you look at that? You’ve got that dreamy look in your eyes again. You just love these fangs to bits, don’t you, hm? Hahn
”
*Sluuuurp*
“Mmh...Nn
”
*Gulp*
“Hah...Nn
Mmh...HahăƒŒ!”
*Rustle rustle*
[03:16] “I figured that one out long ago. So you really are a traitor after all, Chichinashi.”
*Rustle*
“Hahn...Mm
”
*Gulp*
“Fuck
! The blood turned foul all of a sudden! ...What’s wrong, Chichinashi? Doesn’t it feel good, huh!?”
*Rustle rustle*
[03:49] “Your blood doesn’t taste good unless you enjoy it.”
You frown.
“Are you actually hurt by my words? Hahaha
”
*Cling cling*
“Oh well, whatever. As soon as I plunge in these fangs you love so much, you’ll start feelin’ it in no time.”
You protest.
[04:18] “Human ‘sentiments’ are only worth that much after all. You give in to momentary pleasure so easily.” 
*Rustle*
“It’s startin’ to get to me as well...My head’s spinnin’...Hahaha...But you know. I still want more of your blood. No matter how much I suck, there’s always room for more. Is this their trap? Are they tryin’ to numb my senses and have me kill you? Hahaha
”
*Rustle rustle*
[05:08] “Guess they’re hopin’ I’ll violate your body all over with these fangs of mine...Hahaha...That sounds like the kind of plan a bunch of shitbags would come up with. ăƒŒăƒŒ I don’t like it. However, even though I know their intentions, I just don’t quite feel like myself...My desires are overflowin’...They must have drugged me in some way as well! ...Haah, haah...I can’t stop myself!”
He latches onto you once more.
“Hahn...Mmh...Nn
”
*Gulp*
*Sluuuurp*
“HahăƒŒ! ...Mmh...Nn
”
*Sluuuurp*
[06:15] “Haah, haah
It’s like I’m bein’ controlled by them...Fuck! Why are they doin’ this, for real
!? Hahn
”
*Gulp*
“Mm...Hah...Haah, haah...Oi, Chichinashi. Open your eyes.”
*Smack*
“Come on. Look at me.”
You slowly open your eyes.
[06:53] “Look at that ecstatic look in your eyes. You can act as vulnerable as you want, I can see right through it. How many times do I have to tell you? ăƒŒăƒŒ The way you taste speaks louder than a thousand words. Hahaha
”
*Sluuuurp*
“It’s oozin’ out of the wounds...Aah...This won’t do...It’s not nearly enough!”
*Rustle*
[07:30] “Oi, Chichinashi. Have you lost the energy to respond? Makes sense, I guess. Those guys already got a taste of you before me after all. How many of them were there? About four of them, right? Hahaha...That’s pretty amazin’ Chichinashi
”
*Rustle*
“Did you think I wouldn’t notice? But I can. You’re covered in marks which aren’t mine after all. Hahaha...AahăƒŒ I’m so pissed off, it’s makin’ me laugh. Hahaha!”
*Cling cling*
[08:21] “I can’t believe I still crave your blood, even though I’m this mad...Fuck! I know that I’m playin’ straight into their hand, yet IăƒŒăƒŒ Kuh!”
*Rustle*
“Haah...I still want more
”
ăƒŒăƒŒ TO BE CONTINUED ăƒŒăƒŒ
Translation notes
(1) He just says ‘you dog!’ (inu) in Japanese. However, since I just used ‘dog’ in the previous sentence and a female dog is called a ‘bitch’ in English, I decided to switch it up. It definitely sounds more degrading this way as well.
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theultimateultimateweapon · 4 years ago
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Kirby: Meta Knight and the Knight of Hades (Chapter 3)
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Kirby, King Dedede, and Waddle Dee boarded the battleship Halberd.
After hearing the story, they were surprised.
“Eh!? The Galaxia has been stolen!?”
“Troublesome, Meta Knight. I guess you weren’t careful
”
Dedede was going to laugh, but when he saw Meta Knight’s enraged mood, he quickly shut his mouth.
“Then, the Meta Knight I found was a fake but his sword was real. This is terrible!” Kirby said with a furious face.
“I hope no one else was hurt with the Galaxia. If it had a heart, I think it would be sad. I’m sorry for the Galaxia!” Waddle Dee was worried.
“He may be doing bad things on other stars. Maybe he’s going to disguise himself as Meta Knight, rampage, and damage Meta Knight’s reputation
”
Captain Vul nodded. “Well, I’m worried about that too. He may be trying to destroy Meta Knight’s honor. We need to act quickly
”
At that time, the communications desk rang.
When Axe Knight hit the switch, a surprising face was projected on the screen.
Captain Vul.
Everyone was shocked, seeing Captain Vul sitting next to Meta Knight.
Taken aback, the eagle stared at his face on the screen.
The Captain Vul on the screen said with a serious look, “Meta Knight, it’s a disaster! I was kidnapped by a bad guy and locked up. That eagle next to you is a fake and is aiming for your life!”
“What did you say!?”
The Meta Knights, upset, compared the two Captain Vuls.
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Sword Knight said, stunned, “The voice is the same
 which is the real one!?”
Captain Vul, sitting in his seat, shook his fists and shouted. “No, I am real! Don’t be fooled~!”
Captain Vul on the screen also shouted. “Believe me, Meta Knight! I’m the real Vul
”
“Stop this nonsense.” Meta Knight said in a cold voice to the screen. “I know the real Captain Vul is here. What do you want?”
ïżœïżœ...”
The Captain Vul on the screen suddenly gave a fearless laugh.
“Hmm, I can’t help it. As you can guess, I’m not Captain Vul. I am the best disguise master in the universe, I can transform into anyone I’ve seen before. I am Beryl.”
“I don’t care about your name. Tell me what you want.”
“It’s about this,” Beryl showed off the Galaxia. “It’s a great sword, just like the legend says. Just swing it lightly and one thing will cut in two!”
Beryl shook the Galaxia and laughed. “If you want this guy to be returned, prepare 10,000 point stars.”
“What?”
“Isn’t this your favorite sword? Compared, 10,000 point stars should be cheap.”
Captain Vul burst into anger and shouted, “You’re asking for a ransom! Monster!”
“Hmm! Don’t you want me to return it? If not, I guess this is mine.”
“Bastard!”
Captain Vul was about to hit the screen until the Meta Knights stopped him in a hurry.
Meta Knight said, “I want the Galaxia back. Tell me where to meet you.”
“Hehehe, you’re different from your subordinates. You seem to understand. The place is the planet Magnus. Come to the southern plains of the largest volcano. Ten thousand point stars, don’t forget.”
The communication was cut.
Kirby spoke. “I can’t believe it! It looked just like Captain Vul, but I couldn’t tell which one was real!”
Captain Vul looked up and said to Meta Knight, “You saw the real eagle without any hesitation! I am deeply moved by this! Thank you, sir!”
Meta Knight nodded silently. 
The knights all whispered.
(There was a fake, but he could tell them apart!)
(That was the coolest thing!)
“Meta Knight,” King Dedede spoke. “Are you really willing to pay all those point stars to that guy?”
“No way,” he replied. “We will regain the Galaxia by any honorable means.”
“In other words, you’re going to take it back with force?”
“It belongs to me!” Behind the mask, the swordsman’s eyes were shining with a strong light.
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Planet Magnus.
It’s a rough star with many volcanoes. There are a few inhabitants, and the vegetation is scattered.
The Meta Knights came to the plains on the south side of the largest volcano.
What was waiting there was a sword fighter who looked just like Meta Knight holding the Galaxia.
“He disguised himself as Meta Knight again
!” Blade Knight screamed in anger.
Beryl spoke in Meta Knight’s voice. “There you are. First of all, let’s get the promised 10,000 point stars.”
“Promised? You’re a real rotten guy, you know that?” King Dedede said with a moody face. “You monster, while pretending to be Meta Knight, you rampaged through Dreamland. You should have left us alone. As Dreamland’s ruler, I’m going to make you pay, be prepared
”
“Before you attack, your majesty,” Meta Knight said.
King Dedede raised his hammer and replied. “Just leave this to me.”
“This is my fight. There is no need for you to get involved.”
“But you don’t even have a weapon.”
“I may not have the Galaxia, but this will be enough.” Meta Knight held a regular sword sold at any weapons store.
“With such a puny weapon
”
King Dedede looked dissatisfied, but Captain Vul spoke.
“For Meta Knight, any weapon is powerful. He could even use his bare hands.”
Meta Knight walked towards Beryl.
Kirby and Waddle Dee cheered aloud.
“Go for it, Meta Knight!”
“Rally, rally, Meta Knight!”
Meta Knight was full of rage. Even Kirby and Waddle Dee stopped cheering and took a breath.
However, Beryl did not seem to flinch and held tight the Galaxia.
King Dedede muttered, “He seems to have confidence in his grip, it’s not a bad grip either.”
Sword Knight, annoyed, replied, “That’s just a pose. It just looks strong because he’s imitating Meta Knight!”
While everyone was watching, Meta Knight started.
“Let’s go!” He shouted and leapt at Beryl. He lifted his sword and tried to slash at that moment.
Meta Knight disappeared.
Kirby and the other screamed involuntarily.
“What!? Meta Knight
!”
“He disappeared!?”
Beryl burst into laughter as if he had won. “Fufufu! Hahaha, it was a trap!”
“Wanna
 see?”
Kirby and his friends rushed to the points where Meta Knight disappeared. 
There was a deep hole there. It seems there was a thin plate placed on the hole and covered with soil so that it could not be seen. Meta Knight hadn’t noticed and fell in.
“Oh no! Looks like your precious swordsman fell into a pitfall!”
“Meta Knight! Are you okay!?” Captain Vul called to the bottom of the hole, but there was no reply.
Sword Knight shouted, “Pitfalls don’t work for Meta Knight. You may not know, but Meta Knight can fly in the air!”
Beryl laughed louder and louder. “Fufufu! You don’t know anything!”
“What
!?”
“This hole is called ‘Magnus Hades Hole’. It’s so deep that there is a legend that it continues to Hades. Moreover, the hole is filled with poisonous gas.”
“Poisonous gas
!?”
“If you inhale it, your whole body will quickly become numb and you will not be able to move.”
“What did you say
!?”
Kirby and the others were stunned.
The immobile Meta Knight has no choice but to fall to the bottom of the deep, deep hold. And if he keeps breathing the poisonous gas

“I’ll help him!”
Kirby was absorbed in trying to jump into the hole, but was stopped by King Dedede.
“Knucklehead! The poisonous gas could kill you!”
“But if he stays in there, Meta Knight
!”
“Fufufufu
 hahahaha!” Beryl laughed. “Don’t you see? I didn’t come here for some point stars. I want to replace Meta Knight as the number one sword fighter in the galaxy!”
“Monster!”
King Dedede swung his hammer up and attacked Beryl.
Beryl quickly jumped and ran away.
“Wait-!”
Kirby tried to chase after them, but Beryl escaped quickly. He soon lost sight of them.
Captain Vul said, “Kirby, leave them alone. Now, the first thing to do is rescue Meta Knight.”
“Uh, yeah, but how
?”
“Hmm
 if only there was a way to get into the hole without inhaling the gas
!”
Captain Vul pondered with his head in his hand.
Axe Knight shouted, “Captain, there’s a hose used for deck cleaning in the warehouse of the Halberd! If it’s long enough, do you think it’ll be useful!?”
“Oh, that’s a good idea!” Captain Vul clapped his hands. “Get the hose right away! Hurry up!”
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Kirby and Dedede can both hover in the air. Unfortunately, King Dedede got hungry so Kirby decided to go down into the hole.
“Be careful, Kirby.”
Waddle Dee seemed uneasy, but Kirby cheerfully replied.
“It’s okay! I’ll bring Meta Knight home.”
Captain Vul shouted. “Hurry up, Kirby! We don’t have much time!”
“Alright!”
Kirby grabbed the hose and jumped into the hole.
The inside of the hole was dark and difficult to see.
Kirby went down into the dark at full speed.
He wanted to call to Meta Knight, but he couldn’t speak with the hose in his mouth. In his heart, he kept screaming.
(I’m coming! Hold on Meta Knight!)
As the name Hades Hole suggests, the hole was horribly deep.
There seemed to be no end in sight.
As he went down the rocky interior, the air felt thinner.
(How long does this last
 The hose, I wonder if it’s long enough
 I might really fall into Hades
)
At that moment, Kirby’s hand finally touched something hard.
(Ah! Meta Knight!)
He reached the bottom of the hole that seemed to continue forever.
Meta Knight was out cold. Even if Kirby shook him, there was no reaction.
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(Firmly now
!)
Kirby held the body of Meta Knight tightly with both hands.
He was hovering as hard as he could! He was approaching the light above where everyone was waiting. Kirby sped up.
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Rescued by his friend, Meta Knight was immediately brought to the Battleship Halberd.
“Meta Knight! Meta Knight-!”
Captain Vul and his men continued to speak, but Meta Knight’s consciousness did not return. His body temperature was getting lower and lower. He was hardly breathing.
King Dedede said wildly, “Hey, Meta Knight! Buddy, how long are you gonna sleep? Hey, I’ll wake you up!”
Meta Knight’s subordinates rushed to stop him when he raised his hammer.
Captain Vul said. “Calm down, your majesty. You can’t use your hammer, we need a doctor. Find the best doctor in the universe!”
The Meta Knights ran off and began to look in the database.
Kirby and Waddle Dee were sitting in the corner of the lobby drowning in worry.
“...It’s okay, Kirby. Meta Knight will be fine, right
?”
“He’ll be alright. Meta Knight is
 strong.” Kirby replied, but his voice was weak.
Sword Knight and Blade Knight called out to him.
“Kirby. Let’s leave this to Captain Vul, we’re going out.”
“Eh? Where are you going?”
“We’ve decided. We’re going to catch this disguise master!”
Their voices were powerful.
Kirby stood up in a heartbeat. “That’s right. We can’t let them get away!”
“I’m going too!” King Dedede interrupted. “I’m not doing this for Meta Knight, I just don’t like that disguise guy! I’m gonna have to hit him with my hammer. And
”
Dedede was quiet.
“If he’s still disguised as Meta Knight, making him bruised will feel all the much better.”
“...Sheesh, what a guy.” Sword Knight was disappointed, but regardless, the goal was set.
Captain Vul came in. “Meta Knight will be saved. You guys go take care of this business! Go on!”
“Leave it to us!” Kirby nodded loudly.
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dancingbpierces · 3 years ago
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TEXT:đŸ“ČCaleb
@8:30pm Brittany and Chris' House
Caleb: Hey Britt, did you get the rest of the photo's that I sent to you?
Brittany:[Two hours later] Hey! I am so sorry that I'm just now getting back to you. Chris and I was putting Ari asleep. But yes! I did get them! Thank you so much!
Caleb: Oh it's okay. I knew it was around her bed time.
Caleb: okay.. cool. Did you like them.
Brittany: Yes! I loved them. Especially the one that you took of Dylan and Charice dancing together. I know they are gonna love this. Thank you for helping me out.
Caleb: Yeah.. I figured they would want all of the pictures with themselves as well. I also put some pictures of their kids and their cousins in there as well.
Brittany: Thank you Caleb. This is helping me out so well. I would have Chris help me. But.. he isn't to happy with Dylan and I don't want him to feel like he has to help.
Caleb: No problem.. anything for you Britt. oh and Chris too.
Brittany: You are such a good friend to me Caleb.. I am so lucky to have you.
Caleb: Too bad it can't be more then that...{Kicks himself for sending that.]
Brittany: What? đŸ€š
Caleb: Sorry Brittany I didn't mean to send that.. It was for a client. We are talking about price range on pictures. lolđŸ„ž
Brittany: Oh okay! lol I got kind of nervous for a second..
Caleb: uh yeah.. anyways did you see the pictures that I got of you and myself? If I would have known that it would be the last picture I would take with you for a while. I would have done more.
Brittany: yes! I did.. I um. Kept them for myself. I don't have many pictures of you and I. So I thought I would put them in my own scrape book. But yeah.. I wish you could come to the party. I'm sure everyone would love to see you.
Caleb: Oh Well I still have some pictures of you, me, and Ari ice skating... I can send them to you.
Caleb: oh yeah? What about you?
Brittany: AHHHH I'm literally screaming! Yes! You have to! I still have pictures of you falling on your butt, because you were trying to not hit the old lady!
Brittany: lol Caleb you know I would love for you to be there..
Caleb: oh god No! Don't remind me. I can't believe she tried to hit me with her cane because she thought I was gonna hit on her. lol.
Caleb: Really?
Brittany: hahaha oh god stop! I can't laugh to loud I'll wake up Chris.
Brittany: YES Dork! I would love for you to be there!
Caleb: haha I was trying so hard to get away from her. But I kept falling on my ass. I literally had to scoot off the ass. lol FYI That lady is fast as hell for a ederly. She was yelling at me in some language I didn't know! I guess you and Chris are good now?
Caleb: mmmhmmm Are you sureeee?
Brittany: Hahaha stoppppp! I'm gonna peeeeeee! lol lol! She really was fast though! She was cussing you out in Russian! She calling you a asshole! lol Oh yeah! We are great! Thank you for pushing me to talk to him.
Brittany: Stop asking when you know the answerrrrr! -_____-
Caleb: hahahaha [rolling around his bed like an idiot] Don't pee on yourself Britt! Oh the way I forget you can speak Russian! Well I mean you are part Russian.. so it makes sense.. lol Well that lady was rude!
Caleb: Just wanted to make sure. lol that's all. Well Brittany. I gotta go.. my client is calling me. and your welcome by the way.. I see how happy Chris makes you happy. You deserve that.
Brittany: haha Well then stop making me laugh! lol
Brittany: awww okay! Well you answer that phone call then. I'll take you tomorrow.
Brittany: Oh and Caleb?!
Caleb: yeah?
Brittany: You know I want you to be happy right? I want you to have a girl that is gonna treat you right and make you smile.
Caleb: Thank you Brittany. That means a lot to me. Unfortunately. I found her. But she isn't available..
Brittany: oh... Well I'm sorry Caleb. BUT Don't worry. You will find you someone special. Good night Caleb.ăƒŸ(≧∇≩)ゞ
Caleb: Night Britt...[sighs sadly as he lays on his pillow. Placing the phone on his night stand.]
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thunderthighs77 · 4 years ago
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Tendou and Semi Cuckold Part 1
**Part 2** IF THE LINK DOES NOT WORK, PLEASE LET ME KNOW. PART 2 CAN BE FOUND ON MY PAGE RIGHT NOW ANYWAY  
CW/TW for Pt. 1: Fem Reader x Tendou + Semi, voyeurism, exhibitionism, mentions of weed, cursing, vaginal play, smoking weed.
Y/N comes home from college to her bf’s house. He’s rooming with Semi, who’s always had eyes for Y/N. That doesn’t bother Tendou. In fact, it excites him...
(Basically, Tendou is lead dom here)
CW/TW for BOTH PARTS: Fem Reader x Tendou + Semi, spit roast (tag team), double penetration, voyeurism, exhibitionism, vaginal/anal play, shotgunning, (smoke), oral sex (giving), mentions of weed, cursing, pussy rubbing?, whining, creampie, praise/degradation kink.
18+ MINORS DNI
You were so fed up with midterms. 5 exams this week. 5 e x a m s. You just wanted to go home and get away from this fucking campus. You left your class and checked back into your dorm to empty out your book bag of notebooks onto the floor.
You pack a few clothes and your wallet. Your roommate had left for the weekend to her girlfriend’s house and so, you locked the door and left. You took the 11 up west to where you lived and walked home with your headphones on. 
You stopped in front of a mini market and figured your parents hadn’t cooked dinner since they worked nights. It was already evening time, so you decided “what the hell.” You walked in and walked out with some instant ramen, a bag of jerky, and a Reeses, Tendou’s favorite candy. 
Speak of the devil, your phone buzzed. It was Tendou asking if your midterms went well.
“They were fine. Thanks for asking, babe. I’m home rn” You typed as you bit a chunk out of the piece of meat. 
“Ooo. Want me to pick you up tonight?”, he texted. 
You were really close to home. The market was just down the street. As you made it to your front gate, you saw a note at the front that said, “Gone for the weekend. Say hi to Tendou from us if you decide to stay over.” 
“Say less!” You shout happily. 
“No, I’m heading over rn,” you type quickly. Tendou was also nearby your house. You walked down the quiet neighborhood as you ate your jerky and listened to your vaporwave. It was rarely a nice day in March; a good 68 degrees. Odd in the early spring where you lived, but a nice change from the dreadful winter you had suffered during the fall semester. 
You knocked at the front door and was greeted by a tall blonde face you recognized from your boyfriend’s high school volleyball team. He has on some black sweats and a white tank. He opened the door while his head was turned to the side, completely focused on the volleyball game on t.v. “Hey, Y/N,” he said as he just turned his head for a second before it swung back the side to focus on the t.v. He stepped aside as you walked past him. 
You walked in to the faint smell of weed, smoked probably a few hours ago. You set the grocery back down and hung your jacket at the front. The house was dark. It was 6:43 pm to be fair, the sun had almost fully disappeared. The tv’s glare and Tendou’s computer screen were the only source of light at the moment. 
You walked to where Tendou was sitting. Shirtless and in some grey sweats, he was shouting in his headset. “Come on, you motherfucker! He’s right there!”, he shouted as he pointed to the computer screen at his game. He felt your warm hug around him and he looked back and leaned into your kiss. 
“Hey baby,” he said. He turned back and yelled to the set again, “Come on, you dick! Oh my fucking-” 
You chuckled and backed away to let him continue playing. Semi was on the couch and glued to the game on the tv. His knees were spread and you climbed over to sit down on the other side of the couch. Your passing did not faze him at all. He kept his focus on the game. “Yes!”, Semi shouted as the whistle blew on the tv. It was some random college game. You sighed and scrolled through your phone. 
The coffee table in front of the tv was messy. An ashtray of burnt out cigarettes and blunts, leaves of weed sprinkled throughout, and empty beer and redbull cans. Keys, wallets, a few bills here and there, and a charging PS4 controller. 
You shut off your phone and asked. “Can we order some takeout?” You figure the 2 packets of ramen weren’t enough to feed all three of you, and you knew Tendou nor Semi couldn't cook, or even have food in the fridge, except for drinks and the occasional condiment or two. 
Tendou sighed in relief at the screen as “YOU WON” appeared in green and he took his headset. “Sure, babe,” he said as he held the power button to shut off the computer. “Semi, do you mind takeout?”, Tendou asked. Semi shook his head no. You walk over to the kitchen and try to find a menu. “That place over on 5th is really good,” you shout back to them. 
You get no response as you burrow through Tendou’s messy kitchen drawers. You can’t find any takeout menu as you look through them. “Babe?”, you call out. “What?”, Tendou calls out from the living room. “Where are the take out menus? They’re not in the kitchen.” 
“Check the bedroom, hun,” Tendou said. You swish your lips as your stomach growls. That jerky wasn't enough to hold you. You hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast. Exams ran through your lunch period so you were starved the whole day. You look through Tendou’s room and into his closet to find a pile of menus. “What the hell are these doing here?”, you ask yourself. 
You get a pile of your favorite restaurants’ takeout menus and flip through them, trying to find your favorite one. Suddenly, you felt a finger slide right between your folds and you yelp. Tendou wrapped his elbow right on top of your breasts and held you in a choke hold. He continued to slide his finger in between your folds on the outskirts of your tights, and then two fingers. 
You bite your lips and roll your eyes back. Tendou chuckles and sinks his kisses right under your ear. You close your thighs, tightening his fingers and making him rub your clit more. You bend your knees and grind against his groin, him following the motion and grinding back with you.
It has been 3 months without sex since winter break. No orgasm whatsoever. You couldn’t even touch yourself in the dorms. Senior year was brutal with classes and internships. You were just exhausted and starved. Tendou let go of his chokehold and cupped one of your breasts. “Jesusss,” he hissed and he kissed your cheeks and squeezed it. 
“Tendou,” you let out in a breathy moan. “We gotta...eat
” You could barely form a sentence. “I missed you so much, baby,” Tendou says in your ear. His fingers are going ham in between your folds. He stops and pulls you by your arm and pins them behind your back with one hand while he bends you over the dresser. Your tights were thin, and therefore, made your pussy easy access. 
Tendou took his index, middle, and ring fingers and rubbed your pussy from the back. You let out a few tiny moans and close your eyes at the feeling. You quiver and throw your head back. 
“Where is my charger?” Semi asked himself as he looked around the outlets in the living room. “Ah shit!” He realized it’s in Tendou’s bedroom since he needed it last night. Semi walked over only to stop at the door. It was slightly cracked open and he heard moans. He figured you and Tendou needed some alone time. 
Semi turned away and wanted to wait until you two were finished. “Ahhh fuuuck!”, you shouted in such a pretty whine. Semi paused in his steps. He looked to the side and sighed. “Just a peek,” he told himself. He turned back and looked into the door. The tent in his pants was pitched just from your moan. 
Lord, were you a sight. He knew you were his best friend’s girl...but damn...you can’t blame him. You were just his type, and you were always over during winter break. He could hear your moans all the time. And he didn’t mind. You were fun to listen to. He always jerked off to your moans at night. And whenever he had sex with his one night stands, your vision was what he saw sometimes. It haunted him. He felt so guilty being Tendou’s friend knowing he had such thoughts. 
“HAHAHAHA!” Tendou let out a belly laugh as he threw his head back when Semi opened up to his best friend about his guilty conscience. Tendou took an inhale of his blunt and blew it out with another slight chuckle and a sigh. “Why are you laughing? I’m serious, man. I feel awful. And I’m so sorry,” Semi said sentimentally. Tendou shook his head and smiled. 
“You don’t get it, do you?” Tendou asked. Semi made a confused face. Tendou smiled and scratched his forehead with his blunt still in his hand. “You see
.” he began as he leaned in. “I like to...how do I say this
” he paused as he began to think his words carefully.
“I know my girl is hot, Semi. I know guys look at her all the time. I don’t worry, though. In fact, it’s kind of hot to think everyone wants her, but only I get to have her.” Tendou wasn’t wrong. Every event you came to for their high school, like a volleyball meet or an elegant sports dinner, a lot of guys were over you. Not to mention, Tendou always asked for you to wear tight cocktail dresses or ones that showed off your tits or ass a little. He got off on guys eyeing you as you walked in. 
He watched from a distance as guys would ask you, “Can I buy you a drink?” “Can I hold your coat?” “Can I get your number?” Nothing dangerous or unwelcomed, of course. Both you and Tendou liked the attention. And Tendou was always there to make sure everything went well, as he swooped you in last minute and gave you a deep kiss in front of all the guys, making them sigh in despair as they knew you were taken.
Tendou smiled as he watched Semi’s mouth gaped in confusion. “I still don’t get it. You’re not mad at me?” Tendou shook his head as he inhaled his blunt. Semi began to stutter; “But...but...but I imagine Y/n-”
“Don’t you get it?”, Tendou said as he cut him off and leaned in. “It turns me on, Semi. I get hard thinking someone likes Y/n.” Smoke escaped Tendou’s nostrils as he smirked. Semi backed away, almost disgusted.
 â€œHow?”, he asked, horrified. Tendou leaned back into his chair and shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s just hot. I know she’ll always be mine. But, I always had a fetish of her fucking someone in front of me. Or at least a threesome, you know? What’s that shit called?” 
“Cuckolding?”, Semi asked. “That’s it!”, Tendou shouted joyfully at Semi recalling the word he forgot. 
Semi shook his head at the past conversation he had with Tendou. He was leaking pre cum from his pants as he watched you quiver at Tendou’s hands. “Se-Semiiii!“, you let out whined. “Ah fuck,” Semi whispers as he grabs his hardened crotch. 
“What’s that, baby?”, Tendou asked as he leaned in your ear. “Se-Semi might hear,” you whine as you furrow your eyebrows and close your eyes at Tendou’s pace. Tendou smirks and looks up in the mirror and at the doorway. He sees a figure moving in the lit hallway. He forms a cheshire grin. 
Semi freezes in fear, but then realizes Tendou is probably loving this. Tendou smiles in the mirror while glaring at Semi and rubs your pussy faster. You quiver and release yourself from Tendou’s grasp and grip the sides of the dresser. Your head is pressed down by Tendou’s hand and you tremble from your orgasm creeping on you. 
You beg and ask for permission. “Oh god! Pleaseeee! Please, sir! Please!” Semi is pulling on his crotch outside the door, thanking Tendou telepathically for leaving a slight crack in the door to peek at this show. Semi was full on hard, and he whipped his cock out and stroked it as he watched you melt in Tendou’s hands.
Tendou suddenly pulled away at your dismay. “Fuck!”, you yell out. “No,” Tendou said sternly as he smiled. Semi realized Tendou had just edged the both of you. Tendou’s fingers were pruned, and a bit sticky from your wet pussy. Your juices had leaked through your thin panties and tights, and onto his fingers. He stuck his fingers in his mouth and caught a whiff of your heat he had just violated. 
You slide down to the floor and breathe heavily. Your clit was pulsating, beating rapidly, like a heartbeat. Your hair was a mess and your face was flushed red. Tendou knelt down to your height and kissed you. “Nice to have you home, baby.” You smile and let out sighs before you see a shadow move in the hallway. You gasp as Semi suddenly disappears. Tendou looks back and smiles. He stands back over you and lends a hand to help you stand up. 
“The menu was on top of the fridge, baby. “ You smiled gently as you exited the bedroom first and entered the hallway into the living room. Semi was on the couch with a pillow on his lap and scrolling mindlessly through his phone. Tendou was on the phone while you sat down next to Semi. You looked over at his flushed face. How cute. 
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jinpanman · 3 years ago
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fandom ship tag game
@cutechim wants me to die apparently.
i like really tragic ships apparently. lmaaoooo
** WARNING: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE SHOW â€œTHE MAGICIANS” you have been warned. also a lot of Feelings coming from yours truly.
tagging: @hueseok​ @triviafics​ @bonvoyagenoona​ @playmetheclassics​​ @breadoffoxy​ @yoonia​ and anyone else who wants to suffer picking only 9 ships out of 89247!!! (as always, clean copy at the bottom of this post for anyone who wants to do this!)
 
first ship
how am i supposed to remember my first ever ship?????? my age and inner furry is about to show....hahahaha
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shut up. stop laughing at me. balto and jenna. wow. just- the way they support each other. care for each other without shame or embarrassment. yeah. ok. i will. shut my mouth right now before i incriminate myself even more than i already have.
 
first OTP
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my god.....do i even need to explain myself????? these two are garrett and kayley from quest for camelot in case you don’t know who they are. my god. my god it’s been over 20 years and i still ship them so freaking hard. wow. whew. gotta pause to fan myself from all this Chemistry and mutual respect and admiration and love...whew....
 
your ship since the first minute
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ur fuckin’ lying if you say you don’t ship them. literally usui is Best Man to Ever Exist Ever and aiyuzawa is the most selfless genius hard working understanding kind human bean ever. i will love usui to the end of my days.
runner up: rapunzel and eugene from tangled. who doesn’t love them?!??!?!?!????!?
 
ship(s) you wish had become endgame
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literally fuck the show. for this. fuck you for giving us the most beautiful fucking short lived (but also not--if you know then you know) romance ever. fuck them. fuck fukcukfukcufkc FUCK!!!!! literally fuck them.
i cant fucking believe they made q die BEFORE HE EVER GOT TO REUNITE WITH ELIOT EVER AGAIN WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK!!!!!!!!1 THEY SPENT A WHOLE LIFETIME TOGETHER. A WHOLE LIFETIME THAT THEY NEVER GOT TO TALK ABOUT. Q SPENT BASICALLY A WHOLE SEASON TRYING TO SAVE ELIOT. ONLY TO FUCKING DIE. ELIOT HAD TO MOURN THE LOSS OF SOMETHING THAT COULD HAVE BEEN SO WONDERFUL SO GREAT SO FUCKING FANTASTIC. HE DESERVED TO HAVE IT. THEY DESERVED EACH OTHER. WHAT THE FUCK.
i can’t even. i’m like crying again. so i must stop now. as you can see. i am. very. passionate about them. oh yeah. them being quentin and eliot from the magicians.
 
ship you wish was canon
......you will always be my original baby girl
......you are my god given solace
(god what the fuck im crying again hahahaha)
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we were robbed. we were fucking robbed. and i will never forgive criminal minds for this. never. morcia ftw. morcia forever. my forever otp.
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ship that most of the fandom hates but you love
ahahahaha...... listen.... i dont think most of the fandom necessarily hates this ship but uuhhh.... i do know that you either love em or hate em and there is no in-between hahaha
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literally fight me if you’re against zutara. hahahahaha. i will die on this hill.
runner up: yosano and shishio from daytime shooting star (lmfao ok go ahead and judge me for this idc hahahaha i also love yosano with mamura and i am glad it ended the way it did. zutara tho............zutara was done dirty.....i will never forgive......)
 
you don't even watch the show, but you ship it
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ok this is kind of a cheat since i did watch the first season of the 100. also maybe the 2nd season??? i dont remember. i just remember i dropped it and my brother kept on watching it. but still. bellamy and clarke. i ship it. even tho i couldn’t stand clarke A Lot when i watched the show lol
 
ship you wish had a different storyline
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i literally never cared for the main pairing in goblin 💀 i only stayed for grim reaper and sunny im not even kidding. tragic. forever tragic.... i just want them to be happy wtf ;;;;_____;;;; yes i made myself cry watching sad videos of them on youtube
runner up: moon lovers’ hae soo and wang so (sob sob sobsob eternally)
 
favorite ship that is endgame
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i literally love them so much forever and ever and ever. they are so good for and to each other. if you haven’t seen this kdrama yet then i implore that you do!!!!!! It’s Okay to Not Be Okay
 
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fandom ship tag game
first ship first OTP your ship since the first minute ship(s) you wish had become endgame ship you wish was canon ship that most of the fandom hates but you love you don't even watch the show, but you ship it ship you wish had a different storyline favorite ship that is endgame
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