#now whenever i feel a tickle like that i always automatically smack the area... just in case

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[ ID:

A tweet that reads:

*Leg hair moves a bit*

My brain:

Attached is a photo of a tarantula on a person's leg.

/end ID. ]

[shiversdownyerspine]

13. Affecting

Soon...kisses. Lip locking. SOON.

A couple of weeks pass after the reveal of your 2nd Phase and the acceptance of your request. And during that time the brothers make good on the agreement; they touch you, hands stroking your upper arm in greeting, lazily sweeping up and down your back, or simply resting a warm palm at your lower back when you linger a little too long in one spot.

With each passing day it gets harder and harder not to notice the sensual subtleties, not to mention the kisses don't stop either, lips pressing to cheek and shoulder and temple and forehead.

If you're in the kitchen baking, Axel will often be at your side. Whether sitting at the table or leaning back against the counter with cookbook in hand, you very much appreciate his quiet company and often return the favor when he cooks. The two of you have taken to discussing recipes and one day as you are busy preparing some chocolate croissants, he describes one familiar to him; Pirog, a baked good with savory filling.

The croissants were nearly ready for the oven, all that was left was one final pastry to prepare. Rolling the dough nice and tight to enclose the chocolate within, you muse aloud, "I've never made Pirog before, wonder what sort of filling would be good..."

The eldest brother takes a moment to consider before listing several, but according to him, "Fish is the best choice."

With a straight face you insist beef would be the better option, far more superior. And with little warning his heat was seeping into your back as his hands braced on the kitchen counter, arms either side of your body. Heartbeat quickening and ears reddening, you fumble with the pastry in your hands as he challenges your claim with a playful, "Is that so?"

Understandably a bit flustered, it takes you a second to successfully retort, "It would absolutely taste better, you just don't want to admit it."

Who knows, maybe you can goad Axel into making them.

The lighthearted bickering bounces back and forth until the warmth of his breath ghosts the shell of your ear. You hold strong, determined not to break but the brush of lips to your ear nearly makes you squeal.

The sound of the oven finishing its preheat cycle saves your skin.

Axel lifts the tray as his other hand leaves the curve of the counter to casually stroke up and down your side before he moves from you to pop the pastries in the oven. Immediately your hand is up and rubbing your sensitive ear, cursing the way it tingles. Taking a steadying breath, you still stumble over your own two feet as you go to grab up the mixing bowl and utensils for a good scrubbing.

Oscar sneaks up behind you like always, but he's started tugging you into him. The first few times his arms curl low around your belly and your back meets his chest, you're a bit tongue tied and bashful. But you don't want him to stop and it isn't long before you start leaning back into his hold. It becomes a part of his sneak routine and eventually it's not as startling as it used to be. It still has a high chance of pulling a gasp from you though, which you are highly suspecting he likes.

Sometimes when you're sitting on the sofa reading or watching television, the youngest brother would plop himself down on the carpet next to you. Curious you had considered asking if he wanted to join you on the furniture, but in the end decided not to. You figured if he wanted to, then he would. No need to ruin harmless fun.

And in the name of harmless fun, every now and then you would lightly nudge him with your leg, eyes riveted to your book and unmoving each time Oscar looks at you. It doesn't take long for him to wrap his arm around the offending leg, and satisfied with his capture, he'd lean his head back against the sofa cushion and rest his eyes. You do it again and again until eventually, he just starts automatically wrapping an arm around your leg whenever he sits with you.

Once while feeling mischievous, you had grabbed up a throw pillow as the urge to smack the catnapping man with it grew too tempting. The gentle pressure of a hand squeezing just above your knee had you glancing back with wide eyes to see him very much awake and watching you. The intensity of his gaze, the fixation, brought about this feeling. It was the same one you had when you'd sprayed Axel with the garden hose. You were once again on the verge of biting off more than you could chew.

Innocently you placed the pillow on your lap, using it to prop the book up a little higher. He gave you a suspicious squint before settling back down, leaning in and pressing his mouth to your leg with a smirk. It almost felt like he was daring you to do it, just to see what would happen.

Otto also likes to join you when you're on the sofa. One evening the large man brought out a small sewing kit and one of his shirts. Apparently he's the one that patches up all of their clothes when the need arises. He doesn't like throwing things out when they just need a little care.

Appreciating his resourcefulness, you mention that you'd tried your hand at patching up your own clothes in the past but you didn't quite have the patience for it and gave up fairly quickly. Subsequently, your request to watch actually had little to do with learning the skill and more with wanting to see how dexterous his hands are.

Otto shifts position so you could see better as you scoot in close. He works deftly with needle and thread, your eyes following the practiced motion of his fingers. As he tends to the stitches, he talks. His voice is a pleasant murmur as he explains that his brothers, much like you, haven't much patience for the skill either. They can do a little in a pinch but they wouldn't enjoy it.

You cheekily comment how easy it is to imagine the two; Axel scowling as he focuses on accomplishing the task as quickly as possible, tidy stitching be damned. Or Oscar's frustration growing, fit to burst as he pricks his finger for the umpteenth time. The descriptions tickle his funny bone, his smile growing until teeth glint and eyes crinkle. Shoulder to shoulder and knee to knee, you lean into Otto's side as the conversation eventually lulls into a comfortable silence, his warmth pulling you into a light doze.

Within a few more minutes the holes have been properly mended and the mender rubs his thumb over the line of stitches, content. When the tallest Swede softly calls your name, your response is a mumble, more of a sound than actual words. There's no other movement from you so he takes the chance to press a light kiss to your head, breathing in a whiff of your hair as he lets you nap and considers joining you.

Towards the end of the week as you're making a grocery list for a trip to the market, the Commission finally contacts the Swedes. Tapping the pen against your bottom lip, you and Axel contemplate your list of goods on the table below you, "Milk, eggs, bread..let's see...seasoning! How much black pepper do we have left?"

Axel inspects your spice rack with a critical eye, "...Won't last long, a week at most. Maybe."

The eldest Swede places the pepper back in its place before lifting a little corked jar beside it, "Cinnamon too."

As you are adding the crucial items while Otto alerts you to your pantry's dwindling supply of flour, the unexpected clatter inside your cabinet draws attention. Oscar retrieves the canister, rolling it down the kitchen counter to his brother before walking to you. With a grin he scoots you into Axel as he squeezes in on your other side, pressing his arm at your back to trap you between them.

Cheeks pink you toss a look at Oscar who is busy peering past you at the paper being examined by his older brother...but he isn't too busy to let his hand playfully squeeze your side apparently. Otto joins the three of you as Axel tilts the paper towards you for you to see as well, the message short and to the point. It reveals the usual; the date, the target, the co-ordinates, and the rendezvous point.

"So the access point is...the abandoned bus stop beside the forest? I forgot that little shack was still standing."

Otto nods, "We know it."

You respond, mildly surprised and a touch remorseful, "Oh, Commission dropped you all off down there? If I had known I would have gone out to meet you three when you first arrived."

Axel grunts, "Wasn't a far walk."

Smiling you nudge him with your hip, "Well, I hope it was a pleasant one."

Turning your attention back to your shopping list you reassure the three, "Alright I can finish up with this if you all want to start preparing for your mission, I figure you'd want to get to it. I don't have any deadlines to worry about for my work, but I doubt that's the same for you three."

The youngest Swede pouts, "You don't want to help? With guns?"

And just like that you're on edge, frowning as your body stiffens. Your silence lasts just a little too long.

"...That's..not my area of expertise."

Axel grimaces, peering at you closely, "Never learned? For protection?"

Remembering that the grocery list is in your hands, you restrain yourself from clenching them and crumpling it, "I already have a way to protect myself."

"You want to hide. A gun will give you another way to protect secret."

He has a point. A good point. Regardless you can't imagine holding a gun let alone firing one without your hands shaking like a leaf in a storm. You just can't. So, you try to compromise, "Maybe I could use one in the future. The far, far future."

Glowering at the table, Otto tries to recall a previous conversation. An old memory, a desperate kill..bullets and blood. Ah. You'd been shot, possibly repeatedly? The tallest Swede shares his conclusion, "You're afraid of guns."

With a sigh you shortly acknowledge it, "I have my reasons. Anyway, caring for your firearms is going to have to be solely your responsibility. Sorry to disappoint."

Lifting your grocery list up you consider any missing items you may have forgotten. Something is nipping at the back of your mind, something that had popped into your head after Oscar had gotten chased out into the garden by Otto and the two roughed each other up...Oh! Your eyes drift up to Axel.

"...How often do you three get injured? Or...smack each other around? Actually don't answer that, I'm going to go ahead and add some first aid on here."

You scribble it down, look at the scars on the two older brother's faces, and firmly circle it.

Yeah, that's going to be a priority.

[tehyon]

Power (1.0)

The one day when everything that can go wrong has gone wrong: losing my job, boyfriend and dropping my favourite ice cream, some idiot decides to hit me with their bike. Instead of waking up to a group of doctors prodding at my broken body, I find myself surrounded by a group of six men telling me that I have to save their god damn planet. It’s not every day someone calls you ‘the chosen one’ unironically.

A/N; I have no idea what I just wrote, it’s a mess really, but it’s my first exo fic in a while, and I found it in my drafts. 

Genre; fluff, romance, fantasy, i don’t even know at this point.

one • two • three • epilogue

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My idiot of a boyfriend had decided that butt-dialling me whilst he was touching up my boss would be a good idea. And being the irrational underpaid law student, I had marched right in there to decorate his face with my hands. Yes, I lost my job in the process, but the look on that old hag’s face was worth the awkwardness later when I had to fill in the termination of contract form in the same office. 

I’m not exactly coming off as the nicest person here, but trust me, when an intern knocks the only good thing in your life out of your hands before you’ve even had a chance to thank the cashier I think I deserved someone to rage at.

Of course, I had chosen to get my tower of ice cream at night time like a smart line conscious person, so when I walked back out of the building, a box of stationery in hand, I wasn’t exactly the most eagle-eyed person out there. Maybe that’s why I didn’t see the crazy delivery man charging down the road at me. 

All I know is, that it hurt a lot.

Sometime later.

Perhaps it was the fact that I could feel a stick prodding my side repeatedly, or maybe the fact that someone had decided that singing a beatbox mashup of Taylor Swift loudly in my ear would be appreciated, but everything seemed to just amplify my massive headache.

I peeled my eyes open, knowing that I had to face the idiots one day or another. Although I certainly hoped that I lived long enough to tell them that it’s actually “a long list of ex-lovers”.

“So it’s gonna be forever?” The voice wailed, pitching at unbearable notes causing me to grimace slightly as my senses flooded back, “Or it’s gonna go down in flames”

I shot up with a cough, “Shut up” I grumbled, running my hands through my hair trying to think back to what had happened earlier.

An obnoxious orange motorbike came to mind, and my hands itched to introduce my house keys to the shiny glossy paint job. Knowing that that was probably not the most important thing right now, my pent-up anger lulled as I moved to glance around slightly. What had caught my eyes however, were the black irises staring back at me.

“You know, you’re mean for someone who crashed our party”

My head whipped to the direction of the voice, away from the captivating eyes, as my vision landed on another similar pair of eyes.

“I-I’m sorry?” I spluttered at this point, I was just concerned that I might be in some sort of mental asylum as the poking to my side had still not ceased.

“You just literally crashed in here, like some sort of fallen angel” The face to the eyes was jubilant, but still held a certain amount of caution, he had chuckled at the end of his statement, but just a subtle glare from the man that I first laid eyes on when I woke up told me that this wasn’t much of a laughing matter.

“For God’s sake Chanyeol stop poking her, I can hear her cussing you out” He had a handsome face – now that I’d snapped out of an eye obsessed trance – it was sharp, almost model-like, and with his height, he certainly filled the definition of ‘looming’.

Definitely a nine, would’ve been a ten if he hadn’t been so rude.

I nodded as a sign of appreciation, although still slightly confused at how he knew that I was swearing my socks off at the childlike man that had finally stopped.

“I-“

“I know you’re confused, but I’m really not in the mood to tell you what’s going on, we’re in the middle of something important, so I’m going to get Suho to sort this out”

A couple of the others around me blurred as they seemed to disappear and instead of telling me literally anything about what was going on, the man-child resumed poking me, resting his head on his free hand and smiling slightly.

“Kai’s always a bit touchy whenever he thinks one of the Electus are in the area, don’t worry, Papi will protect you” He winked as if his joke was hilarious and shook the stick slightly at my rib cage as if to tickle me.

I stared on, a smug part of me knowing that he would be severely disappointed when he finds out that I was not even the least bit ticklish.

He moved to gently attempt to tickle my sides again as I remained stoic, shock washed upon his face as he backed away landing on his backside so he mirrored my position and jabbed a finger in my direction.

“Monster! You’re not human!”

I felt my restraints weakening at his remark and I beamed at the man, knowing that this was a freakish quality that I had always been quite proud of.

“You’re not human either, you doofus” A sleek voice echoed in the forest like area as I my eyes flickered to a slicked back looking man standing before me with an outstretched hand.

“How-“ I gratefully took the hand, knowing that I had been sat for quite a while in this weird place.

“All will be explained, but please excuse one of our younger members, he’s a bit irrational”

“OK?”

He leant forward slightly, offering me his arm, which I almost clung too as I realised my legs weren’t that functional at the moment.

“My name is Suho, and I’m in charge of these kids, so please have some sympathy” He had a permanent smile etched onto his face, and I was pretty sure that this was just a manners thing, but at least it wasn’t his life goal to annoy the confused girl that fell out of the sky.

We were walking towards a clearing, where there seemed to be a house of sorts, and as we got closer, more shadows appeared near windows, and my grip on his arm tightened.

He didn’t mention anything about the death grip that I had on his arm as he led me through arched doors into what I assumed was the back of the house, letting me instead bask in the grandeur of the interior in silence.

He paused before two large office doors, and turned to face the man in the forest that had followed us in, “Tell the other’s that I think it is time for a group meeting”

His movements were swift but firm, and I soon found myself pushed into one of the six seats gathered before a mahogany desk.

“There’s going to be a lot that you’ll have to take in, but trust me when I say that we’re not insane” At this point, I wasn’t sure if his smile was legitimate or just a grimace at the stink eye I was giving him.

I knew he wasn’t going to say much until whoever else lived here also arrived, so I resorted to counting the books on the book shelf behind him.

There was always a nagging feeling in my brain questioning why I was still sitting here listening to a man that could possibly be wanting to harvest my organs. I had never drunk alcohol in my life so I’m guessing my liver would go first.

I heard a chuckled from the other side of the room, as Suho seemed to remember some sort of joke.

“Livers go for a couple thousand, not that expensive, your kidneys however…”

I was still shocked that there was a possibility that I could’ve said that aloud but was quickly interrupted as the oak doors swung open yet again, revealing a rather tall man flanked by a large entourage.

“What’s up my main bitch?”

He placed himself in the seat beside me, and threw an arm over the back of mine, ignoring the fact that I was close to peeing my pants when I caught a glance of the blood red eyes that stared back.

“One day Sehun, you’ll learn to respect your elders” The put together Suho that I had seen outside didn’t seem so put together as the noise level rose as more and more people piled in.

When the last person seemed to have perched themselves onto a seat he opened his mouth and stood up as if to make his gesture more dramatic.

“Meet the last and final Electus”

A few splutters could be heard as my shocked gaze landed on the slightly smirking man behind the desk.

“Who? Her? Are you insane Suho? We literally just got the signal, and you think it’s this nobody?”

“Excuse me-“ I started, wanting to give this man who had yet to introduce himself a piece of my mind.

“Silence”

The room hushed significantly as all eyes – mine included- turned to stare at the leader.

“Y/N is not just our average Electus, but she’s the key to our puzzle.”

“How do you know my name?” I almost cried in success, as that was one of the first sentences that they had let me finish.

“She knows nothing about us, and you think that we can make this work?”

“We’ll just have to fill her in then”

Suho had manoeuvred around his desk at that and motioned for them all to stand. They had automatically sectioned off into a few groups, and the leader like man made his way to the first one on my left.

“Sehun” He gestured to the youngest looking man in the room, with baffling looking hair, that seemed to defy the laws of gravity, and a shade of impressive grey/blonde. “He's our only defence against the advancing technology these days, of course when he isn't too busy gaming”

“Tech support” Someone coughed from the other side of the room, and I chuckled at that one, eyeing the occasional wire that seemed to peek out from Sehun’s clothing.

“M’lady” Sehun tipped an imaginary hat, as Kai snorted and smacked his friend around the head.

Amused, Suho moved in front another duo as they sidled up next to each other, mock saluting him.

“This is Baekhyun, and you’ve met Chanyeol”

“Papi” He corrected, and sent me one of the most exaggerated winks I’d ever seen.

“Useless at almost everything, but these guys always seem to find themselves helping when we need them the most”

“You know you love us” Baekhyun replied, laughing at the growing stormy look on his leader’s face.

"This is Kai, not the nicest guy around the block, but he's our one and only field agent, he's what we would say efficient at his job" The stern looking man that had woken me up simply nodded in my direction before resuming to stare intently at something on the ceiling.

“And all we have left is the brute force guy. Kind of scary when WWE season comes, but he's harmless if you get to know him”

He was small in stature, and almost cute, if not for the fact that the grip that he had on my hand was almost crushing it, "Kyungsoo's the name"

After registering the six men in the room, my brain finally relented, and I could feel myself becoming more and more tired, “And I need to know because…?” It was all great being let into this kind of spy society thing they had going on, but I needed to get home soon.

“Well one of us is your soulmate”