#WHY DID I JUST NOTICE HIS HEAD IS LOPSIDED IM GONNA GO INSANE

[mr-bugs]

(WIP) i cant take this anymore i will shrivel up and die OH MY GOD

[meltwonu]

s n a k e     |     e y e s     [chapter 4]

pairing; snakehybrid!woozi x female!reader

this chapter’s notes; 🥰💕 HELLO Y’ALL! Strap in for the longest chapter yet fdjhgkkhsf also just,,, i know hybrid aus are different and in the real life only female mammals go into heat but as u kno this is fiction and a hybrid au so for the sake of that, heat cycles r not gonna follow irl rules if u kno what im sayin!!! Also fingering and a little bit of dirty talk, and jihoon being a cheeky lil shit🥴🤤 again thank u all for taking interest in snake eyes!! 💕💕💕

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You try to avoid Jihoon for a couple days, going to the office building where you sometimes worked to try and buy yourself some time away from the snake hybrid. You can’t tell if he notices your eagerness to be away from home but you apologize to him in your head, leaving cash on the table for food when you leave in the morning for the third day in a row.

And although Jihoon may not mind your absence that much, your co-workers take notice of how often you’d been coming to the office lately.

“Is everything okay at home?”

You spin your chair around to face the cubicle next to yours, meeting the curious eyes of Seungkwan, a junior writer that had worked with you a few times. You worked as a journalist at a magazine company; sometimes taking the part of an editor when nobody was available. Thankfully, your job allowed you to work from home a lot of the time which you preferred, up until a few days ago anyway.

“Huh? Oh yeah, things are okay. Why, what’s up?”

“Nothing just… You almost never come in, like, 3 days in a row? Minghao was starting to get worried too, to be honest.” Minghao was the editor in chief at your magazine company and was actually a good friend of yours. You valued his opinion more than anyone as he was insanely level headed and always lead you in the right direction when you needed a helping hand. He also had a hybrid at home, which you had forgotten about until now.  

“Oh… I mean, my mattress has been kinda… y’know, getting old so…”

“What does that have to do with you coming in 3 days in a row? Really, are you okay? You’re not making much sense...”

“I--I think I need to talk to Minghao.”

Knocking on Minghao’s office door, you try to balance the two cups of coffee in your opposite hand, making sure they don’t spill as you grasp the door knob.

“Come in!”

Pushing the door open, you shoot Minghao a lopsided smile as you hold up the coffees, kicking the door shut behind you.

“Wow, can’t say I’m surprised.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… 3 days in a row? Something’s… off.” You sigh, setting the cups of coffee down on Minghao’s desk before sitting down in one of the seats across from him. “Is it really that obvious?”

“Well.. the last time you came in this often was when you broke up with your ex… What was his name? Soonyoung?” The name strikes a chord inside you, almost dropping the cup in your hand when you bring it to your lips to take a sip. It’s not that the relationship with Soonyoung had gone sour necessarily, in all honesty it was better than the two of you had broken up because both of you were too focused on your jobs to be in a relationship at the time. However, it still had been somewhat hard to get over; you were used to having Soonyoung around in your life and apartment and having Jihoon around was surely filling in that space lately.

“Uh, yeah, that’s him. I mean, I just… I have some questions if it’s okay?”

“Yeah, of course. We’re friends before co-workers. What’s up?”

“You… have a hybrid too, right?”

“I do… wait, you said ‘too’. Did you get a hybrid? Is that why you’ve been so out of whack?”

“Well, I did... His name is Jihoon and he’s a snake hybrid.”

Minghao can see you fidgeting from across the table, his eyes focused on the way you can’t even make eye contact with him. “He’s not… hurting you, is he?”

“What! No! Never, he’s really kind and…” You trail off, a blush creeping onto your face the longer you simmer in your own thoughts.

“Let me guess, you like him like him, don’t you.”

“I’m screwed, aren’t I?”

When you get home from the office, the sun’s already been down for a couple hours.

You’d taken the longer way back, thinking about everything you and Minghao had talked about and making some decisions for yourself before making it home. You even stopped at the cafe, grabbing a small dinner and checking to see if the cute barista Jun was around. Sadly, he was not.

“Jihoon, are you here?”

“In the bedroom!” Trudging over, you see Jihoon exiting from the attached bathroom, wiping his hands on a towel. “You got back just in time. I… um, ran you a bath! It’s still warm so…” He trails off, sitting quietly on the bed as he watches your eyes flit from the bathroom to him.

“How’d you know I’d get back around this time? It’s very sweet of you Jihoon but also… why?” The snake hybrid fidgets, hands curling around the hem of his sleeves. “Um… I dunno, you seemed kinda tense lately. And you always do nice stuff for me so I wanted to do something nice for you.  And you always come back around now, kinda. Guess I was just taking a chance?”

Any coherent thoughts leave your brain at how cute Jihoon is, a serene sigh leaving your lips as you step closer to him sitting on the bed. You run your fingers through his hair as he leans into your touch, wrapping his hands around your waist as he pulls you in closer.

“Hmm…”

“Something the matter?”

“You… don’t smell like you lately.” You break into a bit of a cold sweat, fingers pausing against his scalp. “O-oh.. I thought you said your sense of smell was better with your tongue?”

“Well, yes, but that doesn’t mean my nose doesn’t work. And you smell like… other people. It’s weird. I’m not used to that.”

You blush again, pulling away from Jihoon as his hands fall from your waist.

“I should take that bath you ran for me while it’s still warm then, huh?”

“Mmhmm.”

When you exit from the bathroom, Jihoon’s already under the covers waiting for you.

“Already going to bed?” He nods, a yawn on his lips as he tugs the covers higher up onto his body. “Did you eat already?” Jihoon nods again, patting your side of the bed.

You slide into bed next to him, eyes drawing random shapes onto the ceiling as you lay there wide awake.

“Hey Jihoon?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I ask you something?” The snake hybrid turns to face you, turning onto his side as you do the same. “Sure, shoot.” You feel nervous; thankful that it’s dark so he can’t see the way your skin flushes red. “I… sorry if this is stupid of me to ask but you… don’t go into heat, do you?”

Jihoon’s quiet for a moment, a cold hand wrapping around your wrist as he tugs you closer to him. “I can feel you getting warmer cause you’re probably embarrassed. It’s okay to ask. But can I ask why you’re asking?” Clearing your throat, your eyes adjust to the darkness, staring Jihoon straight in the eyes.

“Oh, I was talking to my f-friend earlier who has a bunny hybrid and… he said that his bunny hybrid goes into heat and I was just wondering? He makes his bunny hybrid take suppressants for his heat and I just… I guess I could’ve looked it up but I figured it’d just be better to ask you since we never really talked about it and it’s been a couple weeks since you’ve started living with me.” Jihoon processes your words, puffing his cheeks up in the darkness as he thinks.

“Technically no. I mean, like I’ve said before I don’t really have many snake-like features anyway so even if we did, I probably wouldn’t. But no… if there’s anything, I’ll probably be, um, a little sensitive to you--your, uh… cycle. Cause… smells and stuff.” This time it’s Jihoon’s turn to blush as he mentally kicks himself for his questionable reply.

“O-oh. I see… I mean, okay. That’s good? I mean, oh my god, about you not having to take suppressants! Not about… the other thing.” You can’t help but think that it’s been weeks since Jihoon started living with you which meant you’d already gone through a cycle and Jihoon hadn’t said a word about it.

“Yeah, I mean, I probably would’ve told you otherwise if it was a problem, I guess. But anyway, do you have any other pillow talk questions?”

“Um…”

“For the record, my dick is normal.”

“Jihoon!!” You can feel yourself start to sweat under the covers, mind conjuring up all sorts of inappropriate scenarios until Jihoon laughs out loud, his cold hand sliding under your neck as he wraps his other hand around your waist, effectively drawing you into him as he holds you tight against his chest.

Eventually all you hear is his steady breath, the quietness letting you know that he’s fallen asleep.

A few days pass since then, and you’re thankful that things go back to what you consider normal as you set up your work space in the living room. You’d texted Minghao a few times earlier, letting him know that things were getting better at home and that maybe he and Chan could come over for lunch sometime the next week. He agrees, telling you he’ll text you his free dates when he has time.

Jihoon was still asleep even though it was already closing in on 1PM in the afternoon. But you had chosen to not wake him up, letting the male sleep in as long as he wanted while you worked on a new draft for an article.

But it’s when you get up to make another cup of coffee after 30 minutes of working that you’re hit with a wave of arousal out of nowhere; body heating up in an instance as you feel wetness pooling between your thighs. Instead of making another cup of coffee, you immediately pick up your phone, swiping until you find your period tracker to check the dates. Fuck, you think, this would fucking happen to me after I fuckin’ asked Jihoon all those stupid questions!

The panic hits you like a ton of bricks when you hear the bedroom door opening. You wonder if there’s time to run out of the door and hide for god knows how long before Jihoon even sees you. But in the time it takes you to figure something out, Jihoon steps into the living room, hair still messy from sleep as he stretches. You watch his movements, hyper aware of the fact he can probably smell you to some degree from where he stands. And it was fine when you didn’t know he was sensitive to your cycle but now you did know which made things a little more complicated.

“Did you already make lunch? I’m starving.” Your throat feels dry, but you try to compose yourself to the best of your ability. You almost wish he hadn’t said anything about being sensitive to your cycle in the first place because the hyperawareness was apparently already eating you alive.

“Oh, um, I can make some now actually! I was just about to! I’ll let you know when it’s ready!”

You all but power walk towards the kitchen, not waiting for his reply as you focus on making something to eat; hoping the smells from the kitchen bury the smell of you ovulating to his sensitive nose.

Jihoon is normal for the rest of the day, albeit you’re on edge. Regretfully, your conversations throughout the day are clipped, mentally apologizing to Jihoon again for your weird behaviour even if he seemed to be taking everything well. Your panties had been annoyingly wet all day, even when you’d gone to change them and it was almost time for bed again which had you panicking yet again.

You take your time to get ready for bed, slightly avoiding Jihoon until you realize there’s no getting out of it. There was a second where you debated asking him to sleep in his old room but it’d been so long since he’d slept there that you felt bad for asking.

When Jihoon calls your name, you exit the bathroom, turning off all the lights before slipping into bed next to him. You feel like a plank of wood next to him, awkwardly stiff as he tries to get you to face him.

“Hey…”

“Yes, Jihoon?”

“I don’t want you to feel awkward even though you’ve kinda been all day… It’s okay, y’know.” You turn away from him, facing the window in your bedroom. You can see the moonlight filtering in through the curtains and it distracts you for a second but you think about how you could cry at how genuinely sweet Jihoon was, even when you were being aloof all day. “Sorry it’s just… You’ve been here for weeks which means you already had… had to deal with me going through it once and you didn’t even say anything? I should’ve asked you sooner cause now I don’t know if you were okay and now that I know you know and you’re sleeping next to me still and I--”

“Shh, it’s okay, it’s okay!”

Jihoon presses into you from behind, the coolness of his body permeating his sleep clothes and cooling down your heated body even just a little bit. “I was okay last time too. Like I said, if there were any problems I would’ve told you right?”

“Yeah, but--”

“No, no buts! It’s fine, really. If I’m being honest… it was kind of nice. You got extra warm during that time. Sorry if that’s kind of weird. Guess you can say I’m an opportunist.” There’s a slight chuckle to his voice as he wraps an arm around your waist. It’s silent for a beat as you slightly relax in his hold.

“Jihoon can I ask you another question?”

“Shoot.”

“Did you… um, were you like this with any of your past owners?” He sighs, nuzzling into your neck as he stares out window with you. “No. Never. Honestly, I’m a little shocked at myself too. But I guess it’s also because I spent most of the time alone when I was being adopted into other homes. You’re the first person who’s adopted me that’s around my age and… genuinely nice. I don’t feel like a show animal here.” The two of you fall into the first comfortable silence all day; Jihoon’s fingertips playing with the material of your sleep shirt.

“Can I try something?” You hum at his question, muttering a small ‘okay’ under your breath.

Jihoon starts slow, cold fingertips lifting your shirt inch by inch underneath the covers until your sleep shorts are exposed to his wandering hand. You can already feel your breath getting caught in your throat as his cold digits skim the waistband of your shorts. “Is this okay?”

“H-huh?”

“I need to know if this is okay, before I continue. I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage of you because of what I said earlier.” You gulp hearing his words; technically, you’d both benefit from this.

“I… yes, I’m okay with this Jihoon. Please… continue.”

The snake hybrid is silent afterwards, his lips pressed against your clothed shoulder as his hand dips into your sleep shorts. His gentle touch has you moaning softly, eyes fluttering shut as you let him explore.

“You’ve been wet all day, haven’t you?”

“Uh… Uh-huh…”

“It’s cute you were trying to hide it like I didn’t already know.” His words are muffled against your shoulder, lips curling up into a cheeky smile that you can’t see. “I gotta be honest, I kind of regretted telling you at first, y’know? You were more open when you didn’t know. I was sad seeing you all clammed up and trying to hide from me earlier.” Jihoon’s fingertips press into the wet spot on your panties, garbled noises muffled by the pillowcase as you press your face into it slightly.

“I--Isn’t this w-weird?”

“Hmm? What’s weird about it?” Your body's on fire under the bed sheets and Jihoon’s touch and he’d barely even done anything to you yet. “I mean, y-you said you’ve never done this but---mmh, you seem so okay with it, J-Jihoon.”

His fingers play with the hem of your panties for a second before they slide against your skin, dipping deeper and deeper until they meet your wet folds. You moan, already rocking against his hand as you search for more contact. “I’m not completely inexperienced. And let’s be honest, hasn’t there been some tension between us anyway?” You almost grimace, knowing damn well you were suffering from your inappropriate dreams and your long ‘baths’ you would take to relieve yourself hoping he didn’t notice. But you also are surprised to hear that he, too, was feeling something towards you.

“Oh, uh… that’s...”

“Mm, I’m really sorry but your long ‘baths’ weren’t really fooling anyone you know.”

The embarrassment from his comment dies immediately when his fingers slide through your folds, spreading your wetness from your hole to your clit before rolling the nub between his fingertips. You moan Jihoon’s name, begging him to touch you more.

He indulges you, coating his middle finger in your wetness before easing it into your pussy. You immediately clench around the digit once he’s knuckle deep, whining when it’s not enough. Jihoon laughs slightly, pumping the digit in and out as he thumbs your clit.

“You’re so eager considering you were hesitant about this. Wanna talk about it?”

“Ngh, can--can we do that later? I’m so s-sensitive right now, Jihoon, I already feel like cumming… Can you… can you talk to me instead?”

“Aren’t I already doing that?” His cheeky reply has you whining again but he eases another finger into your pussy, scissoring the digits inside of you. “F-fuck, you know… what I mean. Please!”

“Is that what you like? Dirty talk?” He nuzzles into your neck, kissing the exposed skin before his lips travel up; kissing the shell of your ear. You hadn’t noticed at first but his body temperature is akin to yours now, the heat making you sweat a little as he fingers you under the sheets. “You know, sometimes when you sleep you make these cute little noises… They sound like pretty moans sometimes and it makes me wonder what you’re dreaming of when you’re wrapped up in my arms.” The wetness between your thighs is obscenely loud when Jihoon thrusts his fingers harder and faster into your pussy, your moans and whimpers mixing in.

“You smelled so good last time too. Maybe it’s just instinct but I really wanted to taste you. Maybe I could taste how sweet you really were if I had said something sooner? I’d get you to cum on my tongue over and over again and then lick up all that sweetness ‘til you’re begging me to stop.” His dirty words are whispered softly into your ear, small kisses in between as he tastes your warm skin.

For once, you really hoped this wasn’t a dream.

“Mmh, Jihoon, I’m--I’m gonna cum…!”

The snake hybrid doesn’t reply, instead rubbing your clit harder as he continues to thrust his fingers into you. And although you weren’t reciprocating anything, Jihoon felt good too, the warmth from your body making him feel comfortable and at ease.

When you finally cum around his fingers, you whimper his name, toes curling as your legs clamp around the hand between them. You can feel your breathing stop for a second as your orgasm crests and Jihoon can feel your walls throbbing around his fingers, a small groan against your ear as he slows his movements until your orgasm starts to ebb away. You don’t really know how much time has passed but the stickiness between your thighs starts to feel uncomfortable as you shift slightly; Jihoon’s fingers still inside of your pussy.

“Ji--Jihoon…”

“Hm? Oh, right.”

He eases his fingers out of you, a whimper escaping your lips at the sensitivity.

Jihoon brings his fingers up to his face over your shoulder, your wetness coated all over the digits as he brings them to his lips. You turn your head slightly, watching him through sleepy eyes as he laps at them, cleaning each finger meticulously as he moans. You almost hate the way you already crave his touch again just from the sight.

When he deems them clean enough, he smiles, satisfied. There’s a yawn on his lips afterward, his arm easing your shirt back down as he wraps an arm around your waist again. You lay there for a few minutes, feeling the urge to sleep pulling you in. But you try to get up to get cleaned off, finding yourself already locked into Jihoon’s hold as the male has seemingly already fallen asleep within the few minutes since.

You sigh, easing into his hold as you toss the idea of even trying to get cleaned up out the window. You lay there thinking about all the things you and Jihoon would need to talk about in the morning; thousands of different scenarios flitting through your mind of how it could go. You momentarily think of all the questions you want to ask Jihoon as well. But sleep eventually finds you, eyes drooping shut as you finally welcome it.

[aflower-exe]

The Night We Met

[a/n: oo this is a bit longer than usual so the author’s note is at the beginning. This lil collection of blurbs is inspired by The Night We Met by Lord Huron. If you look at the red words you can see that lol. Just an fyi the bold italic words are kinda a narration to the blurbs. Idk i had this idea while manic one morning and i refuse to change it. Anyways I literally wrote this at 12:53 am so enjoy and please forgive any errors.]

Falling in love while young can be a beautiful thing. So full of passion and romance and excitement.

It can start of so sweet;

“I had all of you come here today because we have an announcement” Lia said. Everyone at the dinner table was on the edge of their seat. A few of the people you knew but most of the faces at the table were completely unfamiliar. When you’d arrived, you quickly surveyed the room looking for someone you know to hide behind while Lia was busy.

After finding another friend of yours to chat with, you spy a tall dark haired man out of the corner of your eye. His crisp suit and regal posture sent chills down your spine. You did your best to look his way in hopes of getting no attention, but every attempt fell short. By the time you’d sat down, you’d completely forgotten about the savvy man. Instead, you focused on the news that your best friend and her boyfriend were eagerly waiting to unveil.

“We’re pregnant” Chen exclaims. “Well, she’s pregnant. I’m gonna be a dad!”

The table erupted with cheers. Of course you had already known. You were the one with your best friend in the bathroom as she cried over the two tiny red lines. But it was still nice to hear it out loud. The couple was young, foolhardy, and unwed but you knew their bond was stronger than anyone else's. You admired their compatibility and often envied their happiness. Nonetheless, you were happy for them. So you put a smile on your face and clapped and cheered like the rest of the lot

After the cheering and dinner were coming to an end, many of the guests found themselves congregating in small groups with friends old and new. In the midst of the mass chaos, you had found yourself standing alone in the corner of the room. Normally, you’d flock to your best friend, but she was caught up im the duties of a hostess. You watched her prance around the room eagerly accepting private congratulations.

“Is this seat taken?” You turn around to see a handsome looking man with a vaguely familiar mess of dark locks. At first, you were shocked that he would even look your way, but you shook off the brief moment of self-consciousness and tried to reply with a quip

“Well, I mean, there’s no chairs. So…” The confusion you felt had now transformed into amusement. His lines were cute, but you knew he could do better.

“Yeah you’re right that was stupid. Let me start over. I’m Chanyeol” Chanyeol stuck his hand out towards you, a lopsided smile planted on his face.

“I’m y/n” You said, taking his hand reluctantly. It wasas if electricity sparked from your hands as they touched His hands were large but seem to fit with yours perfectly. His lips were twisted in a wholesome smile. Gazing into his eyes was like looking into a warm cup of coffee and you swore you could get lost in them forever. At that moment it was as if stars had collided. You didn’t believe in soulmates before, but that was about to change...

And as you approach your lovers high you’ll seem unstoppable. It will be as if you could fight off the entire world with the power of your love alone;

“I can’t believe i planned a whole picnic and now it’s ruined” You frowned. You could see from the tree you were hidden under that your blue gingham blanket was now soaked and the food that you stayed up all night making was unsalvageable. “And then most upsetting of all, you don’t seem to care”.

Chanyeol only chuckled. “It’s only a little rain.” His response only deepened your frown.

When Chanyeol noticed your expression he tsked, “I think you need to learn to go with the flow.” Knowing you would give a cynical reply, Chanyeol chose not to wait for you to respond. Instead, he grabbed your hand and pulled you into the rain. You squealed at the feeling of the cold droplets colliding with your skin. He pulls your body flush against his and places his hand on the small of your back.

“Care to dance?” He asks, a playful smirk appearing on his face.

“To what music?” The lack of music didn’t actually bother you, but you were always eager to tease. You were ready with quips about how cliché the moment was when Chanyeol dipped his head down so that his lips were inches from your ear and began to sing. You didn’t know what the song was and frankly you didn’t care. You’re feet synchronized with the rhythm of his song and you began to dance. Suddenly nothing else mattered. It was as if you were the only people in the world. You closed your eyes and took in the moment.

It’s memories like these that you wouldn’t trade for the world. Even now….

But then it seems to turn around;

The tension had almost become unbearable. And it wasn't good, sexy, fun tension that Chanyeol and you used to have. No. This was different. It was heavy with guilt and anger and accusations. Being the mature adult he was Chanyeol decided to feign ignorance in hopes of avoiding the inevitable. Your subtle slamming of the door and passive aggressive glances, he could look past. But the silent treatment? That he couldn’t ignore. “Alright, what’s going on?” Chanyeol asks. He watched as you leaned against the wall and fiddled with your fingers, doing everything to avoid his eye

“Nothing” You responded curtly. Chanyeol knew you were lying. He knew everything about you. After a year and a half of dating, Chanyeol could point out every freckle, birthmark, and scar with his eyes closed. Though he loved to study your curves and curls, Chanyeol also studied your little mannerisms. At this point, Chanyeol suspected he could register as a y/n-expert. While he believed he was perfectly attuned to your every thought, as he stood there in the living room of your shared apartment he could have been more confused by you.

“Why did you even invite me to dinner if you were going to flirt with all the other girls there. And why were there even other girls there? What’s the point of going on a date with me if you’re barely going to speak two words to me” The words spew endlessly out of your mouth.

“Wait, are you getting mad at me for taking you out to dinner? Because that’s bullshit”

“You didn’t take me out to dinner you invited me to join you for dinner. There’s a difference”

“And why are you nagging me about talking to other girls? It’s my job.”

“Oh so now it’s your job to flirt with everyone?”

“Yes. I mean no. It’s my job to be sociable”

“Oh sure. Just like last week it was your job to go out for drinks with those girls”

“Exactly! See the wouldn’t be a problem to any sane person”

“Sane? So, what? I'm insane now?”

“Well right now you’re insanely overdramatic”

”And you’re selfish, egotistical, and have no regard for my feelings”

“Oh my god you are so much work” Chanyeol was on fire now. You always managed to do that: bring out the worst in him. And once it was out it wasn’t going to stop. “Sometimes...”

“Say it.” You seethe. You know you shouldn’t push him. You know what’s on the inside of that soft, caring exterior. But part of you is just as egged on as he is and you wouldn’t stop until you’d won.

“Sometimes I want to just leave. Take my shit and go. Sometimes I wish we’d never met.” Chanyeol knew he shouldn’t have said that. He knew as it rolled off his lips and he knew as he stormed out of the apartment. He knew it probably hurt your feelings. Not because it was mean, but because it was true. And he knew you could tell it was true. And the worst part of it all was that he didn’t regret saying it one bit.

While Chanyeol was out at who knows where doing who knows what, you had found yourself staring at your bedroom door, waiting. Usually your fights would end in glorious make-up sex, or passionate i-love-you-please-forgive-me-kisses. So you waited. You watched the door, waiting for him to come barging in, ready to take back the things he said. When your eyes got tired of waiting you let your ears take over. You jumped at every little sound only to feel slight disappointment when it didn’t end up being the sound of a turning door. You waited, and waited, and waited. Until eventually your tired body didn’t feel like waiting anymore. And for once, neither did you.

And as you come down from your high you’ll realize why love is such a dangerous drug. Because now that you’ve had a taste you need more, and that same old love just doesn’t do it for you anymore...;

In the beginning of the relationship when you two would fight, you could feel your blood boiling. You felt so many emotions. And now, as you aimlessly twirled the engagement ring on your finger, you felt none. Part of you was scared of what that meant. The other part of you knew. The well had run dry. You were out of patience. Out of cares to give. Out of love.

The Chanyeol you once loved was seemingly dead and gone and he was now replaced by a mature shell of his former self. Occasionally you could see the fun-loving, playful man you fell in love with. You could see it in his smile. You could hear it in his laugh. You could feel it in his soft touches. You could taste it in his lingering kisses. But once the smile faded, and the laugh subsided, and the touches stopped, and the kisses ended, the man you knew was gone like a ghost in the wind.

“I don’t think we should do this anymore.” You had finally found the courage to say what you had both been thinking. After months of “it will get better” and days of “maybe he’s tired” you finally decided it was time for your relationship’s timely end.

Though Chanyeol said nothing his silence spoke for him. He agreed. The room was quiet. And the only thing that could be heard, was your record playing in the background,, “Take me back to the night we met…”

Falling in love while young can be a beautiful thing. For you it was a beautiful thing: full of stolen glances and dances in the rain. But it was also full of missed calls, and slammed doors. See that’s the thing with young love. You fall in love with someone before they even know who they are. Before you know who you are. The two of you fell in love before you had the chance to find out what love was. When all is said and done you wouldn’t dream of taking back those moments. So while you may never again have the the feeling of Chanyeol’s hand in yours, or the sound of his laugh echoing through your apartment, or the taste of his kiss on your lips, you’ll always have the night you met.

[callmethehunter]

Hey everyone!! New Chapter of Robert Fan Fic!! Thanks @firethatgrewsolow for help with edits and for just being so incredibly giving of your time and talent and as always, thanks to @brownskinsugarplum76 for her encouragement to keep at it! This is a continuation of Part I from a few weeks ago. I am pasting the very last paragraph of Part I in italics for a smoother transition. RECAP: So basically, its 1968, the girl had spotted Robert walking towards a group of people at the beach, and was just starting to feel the effects of the acid she had taken earlier. There’s lots of flirting and some sensual moments but the real NSFW is soon to come as Part III. Previously… Ending of Part 1: The same breeze that now caressed her skin also danced among his ringlets . We are all interconnected, she marveled. He brushed the hair away from his forehead, tucking a few golden wisps behind his ear, as his eyes roamed the gathering, coming to rest on hers. A bolt of lightning lit the darkest corners of her mind. Her tanned face flushing, she instinctively dropped her gaze and looked down at her feet, still buried in the sand where the white foamy waves pursued and retreated. She swallowed hard, as she looked up to find him still studying her. And smiling. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Part II Why did his gaze and his smile cause a visceral reaction, speeding up her heartbeat and making it difficult to breathe? Trying to appear nonchalant, she looked up in his general direction, afraid that she would find his eyes lingering, but he was deep in conversation. She looked away again, flustered, only to find his beautiful face imprinted on her brain. Damn, she murmured to herself, get yourself together girl, or this acid trip’s gonna take you off on a wild ride for sure… You want to be the captain of this trip, she thought. With his afterimage still floating on her retinas, she mustered all her courage and tried to stand on legs that felt numb and rubbery. She bent down to grab her sandals, almost lost her balance, turned, and began the trek back to the picnic tables. Through the shadows she tried to calculate how long she would have to walk unobscured and visible to the group. She suddenly felt conspicuous and a little paranoid, as if everyone would stop and stare. But why should I care? She wondered…and answered herself under her breath, singing: “Actin’ funny but I don’t know why, ‘scuse me while I kiss the sky- ta dah da da dar” she air guitared Jimi’s solo with gusto, playing the imaginary Stratocaster left handed, like Jimi. She realized just how absurd she must appear, but that only made her collapse into peals of laughter. The more she tried to stop, the more out of control she became. “Pero que chevere! How groovy is this!” If only she could save this moment of complete abandon and take it out to relive whenever she wanted…wouldn’t that be sweet? For a brief moment, she was literally on all fours, as she tried to resume a respectable upright posture, hoping no one had noticed her momentary insanity….But someone had seen, and it was then she realized that the blonde stranger was emerging from the shadows, taking on shape and substance…the stars flickered on and off, the universe held its breath, time and distance were distorted by the acid so that he bridged the gap between them as if in an instant…She was just getting up when she felt large, strong hands encase her, helping her to stand. She smelled the ocean breeze and the tradewinds in his hair, intermingled with an alluring manly scent; she felt the golden rays of light emanating from his blue eyes. Eyes that were as blue as bluebirds flying over the mountains; blue like the limitless sky above them. Her mouth and face felt numb, her tongue was stuck to the roof of her mouth, barring her speech. “Are you allright?” the tall stranger asked with genuine concern, in an accent that almost caused her absurd giggles to return. She had to bite the tip of her tongue so as to ground herself in the moment and not fly away like a hot air balloon or a feather in the wind. She heard herself, a disembodied voice miles away, replying “Yea, Im fine!” and before she could censor herself, blurted out, “I’m just tripping - Hard. From a purple microdot I did earlier…” she added, with a telltale giggle. “Ahh, I thought as much!” he said in a bright, melodious voice and timbre, as he stifled his own laughter, blue eyes sparkling mischievously like diamonds and sapphires. Holy Shit!, a voice shouted in her brain, This guy is good looking!! And that IS a dimple on his cheek! Her eyes glided over his face and body, surveying his strong chin, the broad shoulders, and toned torso that tapered to a slim waist. Further down, she couldn’t help but notice his bulging crotch - his jeans bursting at the seams in the best way… it was unmistakable, evoking within her a primal longing as old as time; a yearning to feel his body and his hardening manhood pressed against her… “Get a grip,” she admonished herself. Her mind registered all of these impressions in a split second, and the moment was suspended in the stillness of time. When she met his gaze, a lopsided smirk deepened his dimple. Her perusal of his body had not gone unnoticed. In fact, he seemed to be amused by it and amused by her embarrassment at having been caught! She realized they were still hand in hand but that it was she who had sustained the contact far longer than was necessary. Hurriedly, she released her hold, continuing the movement in one fluid motion as she brushed the gritty sand off her cutoffs…God, she was acting like a complete spazz, and the acid wasn’t helping matters one bit. In those moments, it was his turn to survey the landscape of her body, the tanned skin, the swelling of her breasts, her perky nipples that protruded proudly…the small waist and curve of her hips. She would fit right in my hands, he thought, her soft flesh would be the warmth of hearth and home after a long voyage; her full lips like the petals of a velvety rose. He felt a stirring in his loins, the tell tale hardening of his cock beneath the denim. Good God, she was beautiful! He wanted nothing more at that moment than for her to lay down in sweet surrender as her long black wavy hair spilled all around her… Snapping out of his carnal revery, he realized he was standing there like a fool, smirking at this gem of a girl. To fill the charged silence between them, he said. “I’m Robert…and who might you be?” “I’m Maggie,” she replied as she looked up at him. He had to be at least a foot taller, and she found that incredibly attractive. She immediately envisioned him being her shelter against the storms, keeping her safe and warm. “Pleasure to meet you…Maggie.” he savored the taste of her name on his tongue and hoped that by the end of the night he’d be tasting a lot more. “May I ask, where are you from Robert? I detect an accent and I’m sure I haven’t seen you around these parts before… I would remember that,” she said, meeting his steady gaze. Was that the tip of his tongue flicking out and licking his lips?! Lord have mercy, She sensed he was just as attracted to her as she was to him, for his eyes traveled up and down her frame, pausing at certain points of interest. He smiled at her, his tongue back in place, “Of course, darlin’… ask away, I’m an open book!” “Well, then, answer my question, Mr. Open Book… “ she stated as she looked up at him, “or better yet, let me guess!!” she added excitedly. Her exuberance was contagious! “You’re ….Australian, am I right?! “ “Guess again..” he said as he began to walk, not toward the group, but away from it toward the shore. As she joined him, she remained quiet for a second, studying him intently, then suddenly stopped in her tracks and practically shouted, “Wait a minute, I got it! You’re from England?” “Yes, I am actually! Just in Florida for a few gigs. My band is playing at Tugboat Annie’s on Thursday and Friday, before we have to head back to England Saturday afternoon. Would love to see you there if you can make it.” “That depends,” she answered coyly. “Depends on what?” he queried, grinning from ear to ear. “On what happens tonight,” she answered, uncensored once again by the acid, feeling wild and carefree as she took a step closer to him. “And what do you want to happen tonight… pray tell.” She looked into his eyes and answered his question by going up to him and kissing his cheek, right on that irresistible dimple, then she brushed her lips against his and pulled away. He smelled even better up close, and she was filled with desire for him, this perfect stranger who had walked out of the shadows. “I like a girl who knows what she wants,” he replied, encircling her waist with his large hands and reeling her in. “You do?” she replied pushing up against his growing erection. Good God, she was liking this turn of events for sure. “Well, it’s easy for me to know what I want right now” she continued “you’ve got the most amazing, positive vibe. I could tell from the minute I saw you that there was something special about you… something different.” “Oh Yea? That may be the acid talking..although I won’t argue with it” he answered, laughing as he pulled a joint out of his pocket and placed it between his lips, lighting it with his Bic. He inhaled deeply, blew out the smoke and passed it to her as they continued walking down the beach, to a cluster of large rocks that protruded out into the ocean. The locals called this section of the beach “the Jetties.” “So, tell me about yourself, Maggie,” he said to her. “You know where I’m from but I don’t know anything about you…” “Well what do you wanna know?” she replied. “That’s such a broad question.” “For starters, I want to know if that’s a tan or if you were born with such luscious brown skin?” he ventured as he took in the contrast against the white of her top. “Oh, you and your silver tongue,” she rolled her eyes at him but inside she was loving it. “I’m Dominican but I grew up in Puerto Rico…family came over here when I was 10 and we’ve been here ever since” “Really? And do you still speak Spanish?” his eyes expressed genuine interest. She was used to guys playing that game but Robert seemed so authentic. “Actually, I do! My family speaks only Spanish at home.” “So you’re fluent are you?” he exclaimed. “We could have used you last night in Calle Ocho! We almost got ourselves arrested!” he laughed and passed the joint to her which she declined this time. No need pushing her buzz to the max, she needed to be sharp, or at least coherent. They reached the jutting rock formation where the waves incessantly pounded the boulders, spraying salt water everywhere. Droplets came to rest on Robert’s golden curls as well as his arms, and he glistened under the moonlight, his skin almost translucent. In her heightened state, colors seemed more vibrant. “Wanna go up there?” he asked. Mesmerized by the silvery sheen off the moon in his eyes, she nodded absently. “Wait here then, I don’t want you to slip and fall”. As he made his way upwards, she stood on the sand, admiring the view from below. When he had reached the top, he stretched his arm so she could grasp it. She felt his strength as he effortlessly lifted her and set her down beside him. He took her by the hand, leading her to a relatively dry patch. His damp shirt clung to his body and revealed the musculature of his shoulders and back. He’s absolutely beautiful, she thought. She was overwhelmed with the force of his presence as she sat down on the cold hard surface next to him. The smooth rock was not at all welcoming and she looked and felt uncomfortable. He patted his lap, gesturing for her to sit on it, as the joint dangled jauntily from the side of his mouth. What are you getting yourself into?... she thought of Steve, her old man, back at the Bahia Mar, but that wasn’t enough to deter her from the irresistible urge to climb onto Robert’s warm and ample lap. Maggie usually had no trouble striking up a conversation and keeping it going, even with a perfect stranger. With the purple microdot buzzing through her system, she was even more social, more talkative, uninhibited, and carefree. Robert’s sensual and friendly vibe encouraged her natural inclination and she found herself telling him all kinds of things about herself and about having to move from the islands to the United States. He, too, was a great conversationalist, usually interjecting his goofy sense of humor but also listening quietly to her as well. They talked of family, of the U.K,, of his music and his dream to be a singer. As he watched the waves crashing on the rocks around them, he told of his experiences playing the circuit of pubs and bars in the Black Country, where he was from. Recently, his parents had thrown him out of the house, and he was a gypsy, traveling wherever the band was scheduled to play. “That’s too bad about your parents… Does the constant moving from town to town get old after a while?,” Maggie ventured, “There’s a lot to be said about traveling and exploring the world, but to me, there’s no place like home.” “I get it! It’s not that I don’t want to be settled, it’s that I don’t have any interest whatsoever in becoming an accountant and doing people’s taxes for the rest of my life” he groaned. “life’s too short and I’ve got to feel passion about what I’m doing, I’ve got to get off on it, y’know?” he looked up at the silvery moon and stars, gesturing dramatically with his hands he added “Music’s where it’s at for me, Maggie, I live for that…and moments like this when I meet someone I truly click with. It’s cosmic energy at work!” “ Oh my God! “, Maggie exclaimed, “I believe in cosmic energy too! The idea that we are interconnected, that there is something mystical at work in our lives. Like tonight, we are aligned with it!! Can’t you feel it?” “Yes, I can feel it too. But I need more” he answered, leaning in for a kiss which she gave back somewhat distractedly. Her hyperactive mind was full of thoughts, impressions, and random ideas, one of which was the need to hear him sing. “Will you sing me one of your songs…please?” she asked him, in between playful kisses, eager to ascertain for herself if he had talent. He shook his head, his curls bouncing to and fro, and told her she would have to wait till he played Madison Square Garden. She playfully punched him in the arm, saying, “Mean man, I want to hear you sing to me.” Something about the way she looked at him and pouted erased all trepidation and suddenly, in almost a whisper, his voice dropped an octave and he began to sing the blues. It was from a song he and his band recorded just prior to coming to Florida. “I’ve been all around the world, Lord I gotta find my baby ; Yes, I’m going all around the world Yea, I gotta find baby Please mama Please, have you seen my sweet baby ; Oh I’m gonna lose my mind oooh, if I don’t find my baby” She knew she was done for. His voice was …she could not put words to it… his voice did things to her. How he climbed octaves effortlessly, sang with such feeling and passion. He was simply irresistible. Steve was but a distant memory as she adjusted her body to be closer to him, purposely grinding her ass closer to his obviously growing erection. Suddenly a wave pounded on the rocks below, drenching them in an instant and interrupting their moment. They yelped in unison, jumped up and quickly but carefully made their way off the slippery rocks onto the sandy beach below. Dripping wet, they scampered toward the boardwalk, slowing as they spotted a lifeguard tower not too far ahead. They both looked at each other. “Robert! Let’s go there. We can sit on the ramp while we dry off, and you can serenade me.” she teased him as she led him by the hand in the direction of the tower… To be continued with NSFW :D

[romanosgirl1978]

The Date Plan {Part One}

For the anon that requested a Bucky where hes shy and insecure about asking the reader out on a date, This is most likely going to be a two or three parter because I have no self control and really love a Shy!Bucky. Anyways, hope you guys enjoy (and so sorry, Im really bad at titles guys)

Warnings- Slight language (Theres probably only one or two and they arent that bad), mentions of drinking, drunken antics, and fluff

Word Count- 1736

The mission was simple but required a lot of eyes, that’s one of the reasons they had brought you along. They needed someone besides Tony that could hack into the cities traffic cameras in case the guy they were tracking somehow slipped through the detail that they had put on him and for backup in case they needed proof of something else.

There were alot of people after this guy and the cops didn’t really have the best track record with keeping potential informants safe, and given that this guy was supposed to have some kind of information on Hydra, Steve didn’t want to chance them slipping away in case they had missed something when they cleared out SHIELD.

While this was your first time out in the “field”, or rather the back of a SUV, it was a really boring, routine, mission that had you paying a little more attention to the game on the small window of the laptop rather than the cameras.

“Seriously guys, how much longer do we need to be here?” You ask into the coms, leaning back into the seat. “My legs are starting to cramp,” you jokingly whine.

Nat and Tony both laugh quietly, making you grin. If you couldn’t be in the building making it more entertaining to them you’d just have to do it from where you were.

Steve sighs, “Hopefully not that much longer. The gala is almost over. As soon as we know he’s safe in his hotel room we can leave.”

“Hopefully it’s quick,” Sam says. “Wouldn’t want (Y/N)’s legs to hurt too bad. Gotta keep them intact for her lover.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “And who exactly would that be Sammy? Not like I’ve got anyone waiting at the tower for me.”

Steve and Bucky both shoot him warning glares that he just ignores with a smirk.

“Ignore him, doll. He’s just jealous cause you’re prettier than he is,” Bucky says, trying not to throw something at Sam.

You can’t help the soft smile that spreads across your face at the nickname, cheeks warming as you laugh quietly.

“I’ll do my best,” you say, biting your lip.

Bucky ducks his head to look at his drink as he hears your laugh, smiling with you as he takes a drink.

Sam groans but smirks at a girl across the room, winking at her.

She doesn’t seem to notice, eyes glued to the super-soldiers that were leaning against the bar.

“You know, this is why I don’t like going out with these two,” he mutters. “Doesn’t matter what I do they always want either Steve or Bucky.” He rolls his eyes as Bucky and Steve both look up.

“I don’t think it’s both of us. This dame’s got her eye solely on Buck,” Steve says, grinning and nudging Bucky’s shoulder. “You should go talk to her.”

Your jaw clenches slightly when you see him eyeing the girl, sighing when he shakes his head.

He lets out a self-deprecating laugh that breaks your heart. “Nah, wouldn’t know where to start.”

“Come on, you asked all the girls to dance once upon a time. Hell, you rarely had to actually talk and they would fall at your feet the second you walked over.”

“I just dont think I’m ready quite yet,” he shrugs and looks back to his drink, the smile having fallen off his face.

Sam laughs. “Oh boy I wanna see this. Come on grandpa, show us young folks how you did it back in the day.”

“Yeah come on,” Tony encourages. “Its see the charming Barnes that Steve was always telling us about.”

Bucky knocks back the rest of his drink, shaking his head again. “Couldn’t if I wanted to.”

“And whys that?”

His jaw clenches and he glances back at the girl, relaxing a little when he finds an actual excuse.

“Cause someone already beat me to it. Besides, missions over,” he points to the mark, stumbling up the steps to the elevator.

Nat sighs, “I’ve got him. I’ll make sure he gets up to his room and place a bug in case someone comes for him,” she slides away from the group she was with and takes the guys arm, smiling at him and helping him back to his room.

The group all deflates and slowly makes their way back outside, all talking about grabbing drinks as soon as they get back to the tower.

Sam and Tony slide into the front seats while Steve and Bucky hop in the back with you while you lean over the seat to slide the laptop into the back to make more room for them.

As you turn back around you smile at Bucky and pat his arm.

He smiles back at you and awkwardly covers your hand with his metal one, still not completely comfortable with it.

You lean up to talk to Sam about those drinks and he laughs, nodding.

“Your super-soldiers back there wanna join us too?”

You look at Bucky over your shoulder. “What do you say guys? Wanna see me drink Sammy boy here under the table?”

Steve laughs. “I’m in, what about you Buck?”

Unable to resist the smile and slightly pleading look on your face he sighs but nods.

“Yeah, why not? What could happen?”

Wrong thing to ask. Not only had you and Sam matched each other shot for shot, you had both gone through half a bottle of vodka each and were now singing quite terribly to Mulan’s I'll Make a Man Out of You, pointing at Bucky and Steve as they laughed at the two of you.

You were both leaning on each other for support until the final note when Sam bowed and you wobbled on for feet falling forward since your arm was no longer around his shoulders.

Bucky quickly scooped you up into his arms before you could fall.

“You alright doll?” He asks

Giggling drunkenly and throwing your arms around his shoulder you give him a lopsided smile. “Better now that you’re here, mister.”

He chuckles and shakes his head sweeping your legs out from underneath you and holding you to his chest. “Time for bed missy.”

You kick your feet gently before looking over at Sam, and trying to whisper behind your hand. “Psssssssstttt, Sam?”

His head snaps over to you and he slowly stumbles over. “What?”

“I’m a disney princess now,” you say, giggling more.

His eyes get wide. “Nuh-uh.”

“Yeah-huh. See my prince just swept me off my feet. Now were going to get married like in the movies and live happily ever after,” you slur.

“I want my disney prince,” he whines, slumping onto the floor.

“Steeeevieeeee,” you call, not noticing the way Bucky was blushing as he held you.

Steve chuckles and looks at you. “Yeah, (Y/N)?”

“Sam said he can’t walk right now and he needs to go to bed,” you tell him, trying to be serious but, being able to barely contain your drunken giggles, completely failing.

He shakes his head. “Sam’s gonna have to stand up on his own, I’m not carrying him.”

“B-but you have to. Please?” You beg, pouting a little and trying to wiggle out of Bucky’s hold to get to him.

“Come on man, Just do it until i get her out of here,” Bucky asks, struggling to keep you in his arms.

Steve groans and mutters under his breath about drunk girls and their bizarre requests before walking over to Sam and picking him up by his underarms, throwing him over his shoulder.

“There happy?” He asks, smiling and shaking his head as you laugh even more, nodding vigorously

Bucky laughs with you and carries you off as you wave goodbye over his shoulder.

“Have fun with your prince Sammy,” you yell.

The door slides shut behind you and Bucky he steps into the elevator.

“You think you can stand doll?” He asks softly.

With your nod he slowly sets you on your feet, keeping an arm around your waist to keep you from falling over.

Giggling up at him you put your hands on his chest. “Buckyyyyyyy?”

He smiles and brushes a piece of hair out of your face, “Yeah, doll?”

“Why didn't you ask that girl out tonight?” You ask curiously. “I mean she was pretty and from what Sam said looked like she was into you and-”

His smile falls and he blushes as he cut you off.

“There's a few reasons I didn't.”

“Can I get one?”

A small smirk comes across his face, “Cause we were on a mission.”

You roll your eyes and smack his chest, “I meant a real reason you dork.”

He shrugs, looking down at your hands and covering them with his own. “It's been awhile since I've asked a dame out. Don't really remember how,” he tells you honestly, hoping that you wouldn't remember this tomorrow. “Besides, it wouldn't be fair to her to take her out when there's someone else that I like.”

“Ohhhhh, Bucky has a crush,” you sing teasingly. “Tell me, tell me, tell me!” You exclaim, bouncing on the balls of your feet. “I promise I'll keep it a secret.”

He shakes his head, smiling, “You wouldn't believe me if I told you.”

You pout and cross your arms over your chest, “I would too.”

“Nah, you wouldn't.”

“Can you at least tell me about her?”

His smile softens as he brings one hand to your cheek, stroking it softly. “Lets see. She’s insanely smart,” he runs his fingers over your forehead, “incredibly beautiful,” they drop down to your cheek, “is by far the kindest person I’ve ever met,” the ghost over your lips but don't quite touch, “and I think that I’ve completely fallen for her.”

You watch him carefully, leaning into each of his touches, swallowing thickly. “Why don't you tell her?” You ask quietly.

“Because you deserve more than me,” he whispers back, kissing the top of your head as the elevator reaches your floor.

Sighing, he picks you up again and carries you to your room, pulling the covers back and gently setting you down before covering you back up.

“Sweet dreams, doll. I'll see you in the morning.”

You nod and curl into the blankets, smiling and murmuring a small goodnight to him as well.

He brushes some more hair over your shoulder before leaving.

Part II

[neversatisfiedswitch]

Something to Laugh About

Author’s Note: So this is my first fic I’ve done in a while, it was really honestly forever ago when I wrote one. But this is also my first tickle fic, and what better way to celebrate that than by writing about a couple of my adorable OCs? You can check them out on the link “OC Links” on my blog, and I suggest you do and ask me about them bc I love to talk about my darlings. <3 Also thanks to @nerdy-giggles for convincing me to post this bc they’re a sweetie. And what are titles.

ANYWAY.

Summary: Myarel is getting rather annoyed with Isaac’s pranks. Finally he corners Isaac and gets his revenge. Isaac learns that he probably shouldn’t mess with his friend like this again...

Warnings: No real warnings here, just some language. All of my fics will be sex-free. :3

Isaac- Hebrew name that translates to “laughter” or “he laughs”.

The white-haired man was enjoying the quiet that came with the dusk, sitting in the barn’s loft and facing the road, smoking a cigarette and letting the smoke out through his nose. The sun had just barely set, and the moon was beginning to rise. One of his bare feet was hanging down above the doors to the barn, the other propped on the edge of the loft. He was aware that he had hay on his jacket, but he didn’t care– the peace and quiet was worth it.

Especially since Isaac had been messing with him for the past 3 days.

First he’d offered Myarel a cigarette, but it turned out to be a joke buzzer disguised as a cigarette box. Next time he put an ice cube down the back of Myarel’s shirt– one of the reasons why he rarely wore shirts, and only his jacket. Cold didn’t bother him, but cold sliding down the back of his shirt without warning did. Then he’d done the old-as-dirt whipped cream and feather trick– and he ran off before Myarel could smack him with his cream-covered hand. He’d put a bucket filled with ice water on top of the door to the barn and nearly broken a rib laughing when Myarel glared at him like an angry, wet cat. He’d tied Myarel’s ankles together while he was dozing and shoved him, and Myarel fell flat on his face getting up to chase him. He’d taken off with Myarel’s jacket and gave it to Lyn, who, thankfully, was kind enough to give it back.

The last time Isaac pranked him was when he innocently gave a sleep-deprived Myarel a cup of coffee… with salt instead of sugar. Isaac took off and Myarel just smacked his head on the kitchen table, groaning. Lyn was snorting as he patted Myarel’s back.

“Damn, man, he’s been gettin’ you good, ain’t he?”

Myarel mumbled something in German under his breath, and the Southerner ruffled his hair. “Don’ worry. He’ll slip up, ‘n then you c'n get ‘im.”

Myarel purred slightly at the fingers in his hair, and then the blind man was gone.

And now here he was in the loft of the barn, hoping that, at the very least, Isaac was asleep. He was so focused on thinking about what had to be done tomorrow that he didn’t notice Isaac creeping up behind him, silently ascending on the ladder and grabbing an armful of hay.

Without warning, Isaac dumped the hay on the older man, and Myarel nearly fell out of the loft. For a split second he felt panic rise in him, but he remembered his teleportation and disappeared, reappearing behind Isaac. The blond was bent over laughing, clutching his stomach and going pink in the face.

“Fuck, mahan, that was so fuckin’ funny, you should’ve seen how you reacted!” Isaac turned to face him, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. Myarel was not pleased– he had hay everywhere. In his hair, in his jacket, covering his legs… his cigarette was clenched between his teeth, and it took all he had not to growl while he glared daggers at Isaac with sapphire eyes.

In his anger, he realized he was blocking Isaac’s escape route– and he got an evil idea of how to get his revenge. He smirked devilishly, and suddenly Isaac’s emerald eyes showed confusion and a little bit of fear. The demon put out his cigarette between his fingers, looking his friend in the eye.

“Isaac, mein freund… you fucked up.”

He grabbed Isaac by his vest, glad that the younger always kept his white undershirt unbuttoned, and pinned him down in the hay, straddling him and leaning over him with a vicious grin. “I’ll give you something to laugh about.”

Isaac was babbling, already knowing what was going to happen, a goofy grin spreading across his face.

“Myarel, hey, I’m sorry I messed with you, you don’t have to do this, I-I promise I’ll stahahAHAHAP!” Isaac’s begging was cut off by Myarel sliding his fingers under his friend’s shirt and tickling under his arms. Just as Myarel thought, Isaac quickly brought his arms down, trapping the other’s fingers there as he ducked his head to hide his blush.

“Isaac, you know I can’t stop tickling you if you’ve trapped my fingers.” The teasing was what drove the Russian insane, and Myarel, being the father of triplets, was far too good at it. Despite his instincts, Isaac lifted his arms enough to let the German’s hands go, only for them to dig into his ribcage, fingers vibrating between the bones.

Isaac’s ribs were nowhere near as ticklish, so his laughter died into hysterical giggles and snorts as he tried to grab Myarel’s hands to no avail. Myarel was also quite skilled at tickling, much to the blond’s dismay.

“Nohoho, stohohop! I’m gonna dihihihie!” He whined, throwing his head back against the hay, and Myarel just chuckled.

“Do you promise not to prank me anymore?” Isaac nodded vigorously. “Ihihi dohohoho!”

Myarel looked like he was thinking for a moment. “Hm, I believe you, but I think I should give you an… incentive, in case you decide to change your mind.”

“Noho, wahahAHAIT!” The white-haired man dug his fingers into Isaac’s tummy, causing him to shriek and dissolve into helpless laughter. He tried to buck his hips to get Myarel off of him, but there was no way to escape– and when Myarel wiggled a finger into his navel, Isaac swore he was literally going to die by being tickled too much.

It got worse when the demon’s fingers rested on his now-exposed hips, but instead of tickling them, Myarel lowered his face toward his friend’s stomach. His slight stubble made the blond’s tummy twitch, but he held in his giggles and tried to reason with the man.

“No– don’t you fuckin’ dare! I’ll– AHAHAHAHAHA!” His threat was cut short by a loud raspberry being blown onto his stomach, and if he thought it couldn’t get worse before, it was now. Because while Myarel continued to blow raspberries and torment Isaac’s tummy with his stubble, his thumbs dug into Isaac’s hips.

“You’ll what, hm? Laugh? That’s not going to stop me…. it seems you’ve gotten more sensitive since the last time I tickled you, too. That’s rather adorable.” He knew he was really getting to the blond now, if the change in the pitch of his laughter told him anything.

Isaac felt like he was going insane– no amount of shoving, smacking, kicking, or squirming could get him anywhere, and eventually he just weakly pounded Myarel’s back with his fists, his laughter finally silent, his face bright red and his eyes overflowing with tears of mirth.

Myarel took pity on his friend and decided he’d had his revenge, and he relinquished his attack, moving off of Isaac and sitting next to him in the hay. The red bandana the ex-pirate wore was just barely on his head due to his earlier squirming, and Myarel removed it to ruffle his sweaty, mussed-up hair. Isaac managed to get out an insult while he was catching his breath, covering his face with his hands.

“You’re such… a fuckin’… jerk…” The white-haired man was pinning him with a hand on his chest in seconds, squeezing one hip and running his fingers over the blond’s lower belly. “Am I, now?”

Isaac was laughing hysterically again, frantically pushing at Myarel’s arm. “NOHOHO, STAHAHAHAP, IHI’M SOHOHORRY! AHAHAHAHA!”

Myarel let Isaac go again, returning to ruffling his hair. This time Isaac was silent except for his panting, and eventually he stretched his arms above his head, letting out a yawn. Myarel chuckled, fondly looking down at the boy he considered not just a friend, but a little brother.

“Looks like I tired you out, hm?” Isaac nodded, eyelids fluttering as he tried to stay awake. Myarel snorted and helped Isaac stand up, putting an arm around him to steady his wobbly legs.

“Take my arm.” Isaac did so, and they were instantly inside the living room of Lyn’s farmhouse– Isaac’s room was on the ground floor, while Myarel’s was on the upper floor. Myarel kept his arm around the younger man and helped him to his room.

Isaac looked at the hay covering his clothes and clutched his bandana in his hand, rubbing the back of his neck. “I should really take a shower…” Instantly, Myarel was wiggling his fingers at the other, and he nearly fell backwards while moving away, giggling nervously. “Okay, okay, I’ll goho to sleep!” Myarel seemed satisfied by that statement. He gently squeezed Isaac’s shoulder, a lopsided grin crossing his lips.

“Guten Nacht, Isaac.” He was gone in an instant. Isaac snorted and removed his hay-covered clothes, putting them in his laundry basket, and brushed the hay out of his hair and off of his face before laying down to sleep, only in his boxers. Once he was curled up under his blankets, he was out like a light.

He didn’t notice that Myarel came back after about a half hour just to ruffle his hair and smile fondly at him again.

Myarel- ancient Demon name translating to “gentle” or “he who shows gentility”.