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hiiraya · 4 years ago

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you smile, i smile

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pairing: carol danvers x reader

words: ~1,945

warnings: none

requested: for you anon :))

a/n: it's been so long since i've written anything that i could not come up with proper sentences so i hope you don't mind that i made your request into a headcanon anon!! happy reading! ♡

She doesn’t know where or when it started – nor could she pinpoint the exact moment she made it her own personal mission to make you smile or laugh.

You certainly didn’t think that you stood out enough from the crowd to catch the attention of the Captain Marvel.

Sure, you trained with her every now and again when you got the chance to but then again, you’ve also gotten the chance to train with nearly all of the avengers ever since joining S.H.I.E.L.D as a field agent.

You weren’t the coldest or most intimidating person in your division per say, there were definitely people who scared the absolute shit out of you (not that you would admit it to anyone), but you definitely didn’t go out of your way to smile at everyone you came across or make banter with your fellow agents.

Still, everyone definitely thought that you were intimidating nonetheless (you hated to admit that you were a little proud of the reputation you managed to earn).

But back to the point, Carol was determined to make you crack a smile at some point – and you definitely weren’t planning on making it easy for her, but it definitely enamoured you to see how hard she was trying.

You and a few other agents got to join Carol and Natasha on a recon mission when Carol uses the opportunity to make another attempt at getting you to crack.

No one tries to stop her anymore, since the lengths the blonde went in attempt to get even a smirk from you made her look a little ridiculous, Carol’s enchantment with you was obvious to anyone who saw you two in the same room.

“You know, they say that you should appreciate the little things in life.”

She catches everyone’s attention with that, some agents already cracking a smile even though she hasn’t even reached the punchline of her joke, while the others already have their eyes on you, waiting to see if the captain would finally succeed with her mission.

“Natasha,” she says, resting her hand on the redhead’s shoulder. “I appreciate you.”

“Fuck you, Danvers.”

The agents turn their heads away from the two women, muffling their chuckles with their shoulders, not wanting to end up on the Black widow’s bad side (even though they already know that she’s going to give them hell the next morning during training).

Carol’s eyes settle on your face after she manages to dodge the redhead’s fist. And even though your face remains neutral despite everyone else laughing at her antics, it doesn’t deter her at all – in fact, the indifferent look on your face only encourages her to keep trying harder.

She’ll get you to crack one day. She can feel it.

She wonders, as she often does when she isn’t busy with training or paperwork or whatever it is Fury has her doing, what your smile might look like.

Do you have dimples? Does your nose crinkle when you find a joke too cheesy for your liking, but you can’t help but smile at it anyway?

She likes to believe (more like she’s convinced herself) that you had the type of smile that reached your eyes, turning them into half-moons as you smiled with an intensity that could rival the sun.

So maybe her little fascination with you turned into a budding crush along the way.

Who could blame her?

Leave it to Natasha to ruin her plan only a few weeks later.

“What’s gotten you all excited, Danvers?” The redhead asks her while they’re making last minute checks for the mission they’re about to go on.

“Can I not be excited to do my job?”

“That’s not what I’m saying at all. Be excited all you want.” She quips. “I’m just taking a big guess that the reason as to why you’re basically vibrating on the spot is because Y/N/N’s coming with us.”

Carol rolls her eyes, but not before an absentminded smile appears on her face. The two of them quieting down when you enter the quinjet a few minutes later, murmuring a brief hello to both of them as you head to your seat.

Carol mouths “not a word” to Natasha, who only smirks before she replies with “make me”.

“Hey Y/N/N, come here. I have something to show you.”

Looking up from the file you were reading, you raise your brow as you watch the redhead motion for you to approach her.

You take a moment to glance at the blonde, who was currently preoccupied with flying the jet to notice that her teammate was planning something behind her back

“Yes, agent Romanoff?”

“First of all, it’s Natasha,” she says, rolling her eyes at you. “And second of all, I need you to watch this.”

You’re about to question her on what exactly it was that you needed to watch, but the shorter woman’s already making her way over to Carol before you can open your mouth.

It’s hard to make out what she’s saying to the blonde from where you stood without making it too obvious that you were eavesdropping, but your ears hone in on every time your name leaves the ex-assassin’s lips.

It takes you a moment to recognise what you were looking for, but you realise soon enough that with every mention of your name from the redhead, the corner of Carol’s lips lifts up until soon enough, she’s full-blown smiling as she banters with the redhead.

It’s enough to make the corner of your own lips turn up, quietly clearing your throat in attempts to hide the laugh wanting to leave your lips.

Natasha, being the genius that she is, has somehow managed to pull a Pavlovian response from Carol with the mere mention of your name.

(You ask her how she managed to classically condition Carol to smile at your name a few months later, but she only gives you a knowing smile before telling you that “some things are meant to be kept a secret, Y/N/N.”)

Apparently, your attempts to dampen your quiet laughter weren’t enough to not catch Natasha’s attention, since she was already looking at you with a raised brow when you looked back at the pair.

She knows you’ve caught on to her plan, and now the both of you know that the only person who hasn’t caught up on her little plan was the blonde sitting in front of her.

(It would be a good time to mention that the conversation she was having with Carol actually didn’t have anything to do with you – she just kept saying your name at random intervals, and Carol, who you suspect had no idea that she was even reacting in the way she was, kept smiling wider and wider each time.)

It definitely wasn’t a surprise to you to know that Carol had a thing for you (Natasha and some of the agents you worked with mentioned it in passing a few times before), but this whole experiment Natasha’s managed to pull really solidified the fact.

After all, who else would really go through all this effort to make someone smile if you didn’t feel even an ounce of affection towards them?

“You did not, Romanoff”

“Oh, but I did, L/N.”

It’s only then that Carol turns around to look at you, utterly confused when she sees you biting your lip in order to keep the corners of your mouth from rising any further than it already has.

“What’s going on? What did I miss, and is Y/N smiling?”

“I beat you to it, Danvers,” Natasha explains. “I made Y/N/N here smile and laugh.”

“First of all, I did not laugh. Don’t get all too cocky , Romanoff,” you counter. “And if anything, it was a smirk more than anything.”

The redhead shakes her head, pointing a finger at you. “Don’t think I didn’t hear that little cough you did, L/N. I’m counting it.”

The two of you are too busy bickering to see the pout forming on carol’s face until she speaks up.

“Natasha beat me to it?”

You look at her then and your heart absolutely melts at the sight of her pouted lips.

You can tell that she’s slightly disappointed that she wasn’t the one to make it happen (you make it a habit later on to point out the fact that it was because of her that you finally cracked).

Deciding that you’ve played hard to get with the blonde for too long, you make your way over to her, kneeling down and giving her a real smile for her and her eyes only.

Carol decides that the daydreams she’s had about your sight of your smile has nothing on the real thing.

And hey, if her guesses on what your smile looked like were correct or not, that was only for her to know.

“You look cute when you pout, but I’d rather see you smiling.”

"Oh, Y/N/N’s here.”

They’re sitting in the kitchen waiting for you to return from the solo mission you were sent on when Natasha breaks the silence between them.

“Alright, Romanoff,” she says, narrowing her eyes at her friend. “I know it used to work, but not anymore. I’m not going to smile just because you say their name.”

Natasha wants to argue that she did exactly just that, but she bites her tongue when she sees you exiting the elevator, not actually expecting you to be back so soon.

“Aww, you’re not?” You tease from behind her. “It’s okay to admit that you can’t help it when you hear my name, baby.”

She ends up face-to-face to you when she spins around in her chair, her body going lax in your hold when your arms wrap themselves around her shoulders.

“You’re supposed to be on my team, L/N.” She grumbles, her façade already wavering when she feels your chest rumble as you laugh.

“I always am, Danvers.”

She grins against your chest at your words, lifting her head up from its spot to show you her satisfaction at your words.

"I personally love the fact that you smile whenever anyone says my name around you,” you murmur against her hair as you press a kiss to her temple.

And if she gets pouty at the reminder of Natasha’s experiment (she still has no idea how she managed to do it without her noticing), she more than happily accepts the kiss you give her as an apology.

She doesn’t really mind that you tease her about it because it makes you smile, something she didn’t even think was possible when she first met you.

It’s still taking you a little getting used to being more smiley and affectionate around people, but Carol sees how hard you try and loves you all the more for it.

(It shocks everyone else all the same the first time you offer them timid smiles when you pass them in the hallways, even more so when you start to banter with them, but they welcome you in like you never used to be known as the broody and indifferent agent.)

You tell her one time in passing that it’s because she brings so much warmth into your life, teaching you so much about being loved and loving in return that it feels rude not to return the love she so freely gives to you.

So, you smile more than you think you ever have in your life whenever Carol’s around, and you laugh – loudly and freely – whenever she tells you those cheesy jokes she used to, smiling just as wide when you show her the grin she’s grown to love.

#carol danvers x reader #captain marvel x reader #avengers x reader #carol x reader #carol danvers imagine #captain marvel imagine #avengers imagine #marvel imagine #carol danvers headcanon #myfics.txt #this was has been sitting in my wips folder for so long now #so sorry to who requested this for taking so long #pls forgive me <3 #also i hate how this looks on desktop hfffffffff rip

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webangchan · 4 years ago

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✜ cuffed ✜ mingi x fem!reader 1.9k words kinks and warnings: dom!reader, sub!mingi, kink exploration, handcuffs, breast play, dirty talk, unprotected sex

Despite the chill in the air, beads of sweat litter Mingi’s browline. It’s really the only thing you have time to notice; the glance he allows you to steal is much shorter than you’d like it to be. Before you can even properly react, he’s looking away from you, suddenly finding the floor much more interesting.

From where you stand in front of him, you place two fingers under his chin and tilt his head up and over so that he’s once again looking you in the eye. Holding the object in your other hand up, you gently spin it around your finger, and Mingi almost immediately seems hypnotized by it. His eyes are glassy, and his tongue peeks out to lick his lips. It’s only when you speak up that he brings his focus back to you.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” you remind him. “You can back out at any time, and I won’t be upset.”

It’s not as kinky as things you’ve done with past partners, but Mingi’s still new to most of this. When the subject of sex had come up shortly after the two of you started dating, he had been upfront with you. He was mostly vanilla with a few softer kinks: some spanking here and there, maybe some roleplaying, but nothing much more than that. In turn, you had also been honest with him about your own deviances -- ones that went much further than his own.

And he had made it very clear he was interested in learning more.

“No!” he says, speaking so loudly you take a step back instinctively. His eyes go wide when he realizes his mistake, and he quickly lowers his volume. “I want to try it. I’m just a little nervous, but I know you’ll take good care of me. Right?”

Both your heart and eyes soften at his words.

“Of course I’ll take care of you, Min,” you say, leaning forward to capture his lips with your own. You intend for it to be short and sweet, but when you pull back, he’s chasing you for more. Although you laugh, you give him another kiss, and your muscles relax a little when you feel him smile. “You remember how your colors work?”

He hums out an affirmation. “Red for stop, yellow means take it easy, and green means I like it and we can keep going. So, um. Green, please,” he says.

You snicker at how good he’s being, telling him to take his shirt off before giving him a playful shove so that he falls back onto the bed. He removes the article of clothing, before moving to prop himself up against the pillows. Once he’s comfortable, he holds out both of his hands expectantly.

“Already being such a good boy for me, Mingi,” you say, moving so that you’re straddling his waist. Reaching out to take one of his hands, you teasingly press a soft kiss to his palm. You can’t help but take a few seconds to admire his fingers; they’re pretty and long, and you know just how good they feel when they’re filling your cunt and dragging you over the edge. Thoughts of a few nights prior cloud your head as you lock one end of the handcuffs you’re holding around his wrist.

You’re pleased when he eagerly lifts both arms up above his head, allowing you to loop the chain of the handcuffs through the headboard before clicking the loose end to his other wrist.

“Give it a good tug,” you say, watching as he does. “How’s it feel? Too tight? Too cutting?”

Mingi jerks his arms around a few more times from different angles before he answers. “All good,” he says, but his lips are showing a small pout. “I just realized this means I can’t touch you.”

When you laugh in response, his pout briefly disappears. Still, you won’t pass up the opportunity to tease him. “Oh yeah?” you ask, pulling your own shirt over your head. “Where are you thinking about touching me?”

You scoot down further on his lap so that your core is placed right over his growing hard-on. He lets out a hiss in reply.

“I asked you a question, Baby,” you say, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. It falls to the wayside, quickly forgotten. “I expect an answer.”

Mingi watches on, practically drooling as you bring your hands up to cup your breasts. You playfully give them a squeeze, pinching your nipples and giving them a gentle tug as you continue to tease him. When he realizes he still hasn’t spoken, he quickly stammers out an answer. “Y-Your tits,” he says, licking his lips. “You know how much I fucking love them.”

Beneath you, you can feel him moving ever so slightly in an attempt to build the friction against his dick. Any other time, you’d scold him for it, but you decide to let it slide just this once. “Maybe if you keep being a good boy, I’ll let you play with them after you make me come,” you say, pressing down harder on his lap. You lean in close to him, your lips just millimeters from his own.

“Why can’t I play with them now?” he asks, tilting his head slightly. “My hands might be tied, but my mouth is working just fine.”

You smirk. “I can see that. You that desperate?” you question.

He rolls his eyes, making you grit your teeth. You’ve been dating Mingi long enough that you’re not surprised to find out he may have a bratty side. He’s a joker, and the two of you have been playfully making fun of one another since your first date.

But his words are a sharp contrast to his expression. “Just want to make you feel good,” he whines.

You’re probably giving in too easily, but you don’t care. You sit up a little straighter on your knees, bringing your chest level to his face. Mingi looks up at you through his lashes, and if you weren’t already wet from the scene unfolding, the look in his eyes is enough to have you dripping. He doesn’t break eye contact as his tongue slips between his lips, giving a firm lick to the hardened bud.

A curse falls from your lips as his own latch around your nipple. While one hand finds the back of his head to hold him closer to you, the other reaches down to palm him through his jeans. You feel his lips part for a second as you hear the metal of the handcuffs clash against the headboard. Mingi groans in frustration before he continues on, twirling his tongue around you.

“About time you put that mouth to good - fuck - use,” you say, letting him continue a bit longer as you feel him up. When you finally pull back from him, there’s a bit of drool leaking from the corners of his mouth. You gently reach up to wipe it away. “What’s your color, Baby?”

“Green,” he answers. “But please fuck me already. I want you so fucking bad.”

You can’t help the giggle that escapes your lips. “Already begging for it, Min?” you ask, beginning to slide down his body. “You think you get the privilege of playing with my tits and that somehow earns you the reward of getting to fuck me?”

Mingi watches with wide eyes as you undo the button of his jeans. You’re pulling them down at a snail’s pace, pressing kisses to his hips and down his thighs as you go. His hands jerk again, and he whines as he realizes there’s still nothing he can do about it.

“And you can’t even keep still for me? What a shame.”

“No!” he yells. “I’ll be good, Baby, please. Just want to feel you wrapped around me, want to watch you bounce on my cock.”

“Well, you do look pretty when you beg,” you say as if you’re thinking it over. When his jeans are thrown across the room, you lean down and press a kiss to his erection through his underwear, licking a stripe up the shaft through the fabric. Both Mingi and his dick twitch, making you smirk.

You take your time removing your own shorts and panties, and if you thought Mingi was desperate before, he’s even worse now. By the time you remove his underwear, the head of his cock is flushed red and dripping pre-cum.

As you straddle his lap again, you lock eyes with him. “You’re not going to come until I give you permission,” you say. “Understood?”

“Shit, yes,” he says, eagerly nodding his head. “I’ll do whatever you want, whatever you say. But please don’t tease me any more. Just want you.”

Slowly, you lower yourself onto his dick, both of you letting out a moan as you take him deeper. He always fills you up just the right way, his girth causing a burn just how you like it. When you’ve taken him to the hilt, you don’t remove yourself right away; instead, you rock back and forth, making him groan and throw his head back.

“You wanted to feel me, right?” you tease. “How’s it feel, Mingi?”

“S-so fucking good. You always feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock, shit. Please move,” he says. His hands are balled into fists, and you can tell he’s doing his best to prove to you that he can stay still.

You lift off of him slowly before lowering back down, picking up speed as you go. Soon, you’re quickly moving up and down on his lap, using him to get yourself off. Mingi alternates between watching your tits bounce with each thrust and clenching his eyes shut in an effort to make himself last.

“Baby, please, I’m - please let me come, shit,” he says, looking up at you. “You’re making me feel so good, I’m not gonna - please.”

Bringing your hand down to your clit, you begin tracing circles around it. “Just a little longer. Be good for me just a little longer, and I’ll let you come, okay?”

It doesn’t take long for you to reach your own high. Between being filled with your boyfriend’s cock, toying with your clit, and seeing Mingi handcuffed, you’re on cloud nine. As you ride out your orgasm, you can tell he’s doing his best not to spill inside of you.

Quickly climbing off of him, you reach down and begin jerking him off. “Go ahead, Baby,” you say, positioning your chest right next to his member. “Make a mess on these pretty tits. You did so good for me, didn’t you? Go ahead and come.”

You don’t have to tell him twice. Within seconds, he’s shooting white over your breasts, calling out your name as he finishes. He comes hard, and you smile as you move closer to him, scooping some of it up on your fingers. You let it drip into your mouth before giving him a deep kiss, which he happily accepts. It’s clear he’s never tasted his own cum before, but he doesn’t seem to mind it much.

Grabbing the key from the nightstand, you quickly undo the handcuffs and help him relax his arms. “How do you feel, Mingi?” you ask, examining each of his wrists to make sure he has no cuts or serious chafing. “Do you want water? Want me to get a wet rag and some lotion for these?”

“In a minute,” he whispers, surprising you when he wraps his arms around you to pull you closer. “Right now, I just want you. Only you.”

#mingi smut #ateez smut #song mingi smut #atz smut #ateez hard hours #by daphne

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jojoboisimagines · 4 years ago

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Josuke x Reader :: Promposal :: Ch. 5

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summary: A strange new transfer student has enrolled in Budogaoka High School. Josuke falls head over heels for her, but has a limited time to win her over before the school prom.

.::.

The accusations thrown at Josuke by his baffled mother were hard to listen to, especially with your face practically burning from it and hearing only ringing in your ears from the shock alone and having to sit in the midst of the two arguing. You decided your best bet was to hurry, pack your stuff and leave. You’d maybe call him later to let him know why you left and tell him that your time together was great, lest he get the wrong idea.

It was easy to sneak past them. They did seem like the types to block everything else out when stubborn. Perhaps that's why some considered him and his friends delinquents.

.::.

About an hour later, you found yourself dialing Josuke’s number (or well, his house number) while lazily lying on the bed of your temporary apartment. He had written it at the bottom of his love letter, which you actually bothered to keep amongst all the other ones.

“Yeah, I see. Thanks for calling me instead of just leaving me hangin’.”

“No problem...I’ll see you tomorrow at school. Sorry for any trouble I’ve caused.”

“No no”, he was quick to disagree, “It’s fine, my mom just gets fussy like that sometimes, its not your fault at all. To be fair I should’ve been paying more attention.”

You frowned. He shouldn’t have blamed himself. You weren’t being entirely courteous as a guest either to fall asleep on him like that. He spoke up before you could say anything about it.

“Did you have fun though---er, get a good study in? I know I did. Cleared up a lot of stuff I was missin’ during class. Thanks a lot for that!” You could hear the grin in his voice. Admittedly, he had a nice voice to listen to. But you convinced yourself that was just a supplementary compliment rather than you starting to have a school girl crush on him like the rest of his groupies.

You wondered what drew them to him in the first place. Was it his hair? It would seem like he’d take pride in having groupies if it was for that reason, being so uptight about his hairstyle and all. Yet he would always look so annoyed whenever they came up to him, so that probably wasn’t the reason. His personality? No, they hardly let him get a word in whenever they bombard him. His height?

...Fair assumption.

“Hey, (Y/N), you there?”

Crap, had you been spacing out?

“Yeah, I’m here.” You replied, rubbing your eyes.

“Do you have time tomorrow for ice cream after school? Its totally cool if you’re not, I understand.”

You did have a bit of studying to do to keep your grades up (and to keep up appearances, but that was less important) but keeping Josuke happy in your friendship did also mean something to you. Skipping one study session wouldn’t be that much of a deal, you could skim through it once you get home anyway.

“Oh no no, I’m down for it.”

Josuke’s tone noticeably turned up an octave after hearing that. “Cool! You wanna come by my house or I’ll come by yours?”

After saying he could pick you up from your own house (especially thinking about how Tomoko would react) he joyfully lets out a ‘sweet!’ and you exchange your goodbyes before hanging up.

One thing you could safely say about Josuke at this point is that he was certainly...interesting. If you had to weigh your options between giving everyone that sent you a letter an opportunity to court you and just only giving Josuke a chance for the time being, the latter set well with you far more.

.::.

Classes had passed by rather quickly. It almost seemed like a blur but you didn’t mind it. At first the thought of instantly going home and looking over the notes you took to refresh your memory came into your head, before Josuke and Okuyasu voices behind you made you realize what you had planned already. You had recognized the other two, but hadn’t bothered to hold a single conversation with either of them.

As far as you knew, they were just ‘the guy who looks like he’s still in elementary’ and ‘the guy that looks like he’s committed a crime before’.

However you would withhold your assumptions for the time being and attempt to get to know them truthfully. They seemed excited to see you, anyway.

“Glad to see you waited for us (y/n!)” Josuke happily said.

You didn’t really. But you forced a smile as if you did anyway.

Josuke stopped behind you and contemplated putting an arm around you like he would his other buddies, but decided against it, thinking maybe the two of you weren’t at that point yet. You didn’t exactly seem like the touchy type either. Instead his hand firmly rested on your shoulder, his face offering a kind, genuine smile towards you.

Gesturing toward his friends, he began to introduce them. “(Y/n), this is Okuyasu Nijimura and Koichi Hirose. They’ve kinda been excited to meet ya ever since we started hanging out.” Josuke lets out quite the cute chuckle as his free hand finds itself sheepishly behind his neck now.

“Yo!” Okuyasu was quick to greet you with quite possibly the biggest grin you’ve seen anyone sport since you’ve gotten to this country. Koichi on the other hand seemed a little more calm and reserved, saying a simple ‘hello!’ with a wave.

They didn’t seem too bad now as you had thought before, but you’d keep your eye on them. After the introduction Josuke had mentioned that itd be wise to get to the ice cream truck as soon as possible, seeing that it might leave the neighborhood soon. You still were a bit unfamiliar with the area, so you followed behind the other three and let them lead the way.

.::.

When the four of you finally arrived to the spot of the parked vehicle, you had just noticed that you’d tuned out the conversation that was had on the way here. Now that you think about it, Okuyasu was pretty swift to wrap an arm around his taller friend’s shoulder and immediately start talking about something else. Maybe it was just your imagination, but you had thought Josuke would’ve been inclined to talk to you during the brief walk. That’s what you were invited for, right? Or is this just what he does with all his friends?

The lack of attention didn’t bother you that badly, as you’re generally used to it, but you still couldn’t help but wonder.

You had walked up to the window to get your own ice cream, before Koichi promptly stopped you, pulling out his own wallet.

“Hey, I can pay for your ice cream for you!”

You blinked, not exactly sure how you were supposed to respond to that. “It’s alright, you don’t have to.”

“No I insist! Don’t worry about it okay?” The small boy smiled at you, a face that was pretty hard for you to resist. Giving a slight nod, he proceeded to pay for it. You did get the biggest size they offered though, who’s to say you couldn’t after he graciously agreed to pay?

You and Koichi walked back to the others, already sitting down in the park with the ice creams and chatting. As you were making your way over there, Josuke looked back at the two of you, his happy grin melding into a guilty wide-eyed frown.

He turned back around when you and his other friend walked past the bench he and Okuyasu sat on to go to another one across from them. Without even glancing at him, you started to eat your ice cream. From the corner of your eye you could see the pompadoured teen lightly tap his clueless friend, motioning them to move to the same bench you and Koichi were.

Trying to prevent things from becoming awkward, Josuke immediately started talking to you as he sat down. “So, (Y/n), is that your favorite flavor?”

You nodded, not trying to get distracted from your melting ice cream.

“Cool, I like that flavor too. I really really like strawberry though, especially the kind they have at the truck.”

“Strawberry’s a good flavor.” Okuyasu chimed in. “But Koichi likes nasty shit, like pistachio. Bleh!” He stuck his tongue out to emphasize his disgust. The shorter teen was slightly offended.

“Hey, its good with the right toppings! At least I don’t bombard my ice cream with everything, if you’re careless like that, you’ll get a cavity!”

Oku dismissively waved his hand. “Whatever. I’ll just go to Tonio’s again and it’ll be good as new, so there’s no problem!” He grinned.

Koichi sighed, and you were left wondering what kind of place “Tonio’s” was.

“Oh right, we need to take (Y/n)-chan there someday!” Josuke added. “Maybe we should do a little tour thing of Morioh for you, would you like that?”

You happily nodded, almost at the end of your ice cream. The three of them had gotten along so naturally

Eventually everyone else got done with theirs and began to throw everything away. Koichi had started on his way home, saying that he was going to start on his studying before his goodbye. Thinking you should do the same, Josuke walked in front of you.

“Hey me and Okuyasu are gonna hang at my house, so we can walk you home first okay?”

“Okay.” Probably the first time you said something in about an hour. You saw Okuyasu about to walk up with Josuke again, but was stopped immediately and whispered something by Josuke. After which, he hung behind the two of you for the remainder of the walk.

When your apartment was reached, The boys asked if you enjoyed yourself and you happily responded with yes and that you’d love to hang out again, before going up the stairs and waving goodbye.

The two of them stood there for a while, making sure you were safe up until you got inside the house. As you closed the door, Josuke let out a groan and his head sunk into his hands. Okuyasu, obviously concerned by this, put a hand on his shoulder.

“Bro? You okay?”

Jojo shook his head. “Ughh..I can’t believe I let that happen. She must’ve felt so left out. I didn’t even pay enough attention that Koichi paid for her stuff..god..That didn’t look good at all.”

“Hey, you’re not obligated to treat her like a queen or anythin’. You’re still just friends right now right?” He tried to reassure his downtrodden friend.

“Yeah but...I still feel like a dick. I invited her there..Plus there’s also the fact that she’s got a limited time here in Morioh..” His blue eyes widened after saying that statement, the realization just now hitting him. It was so silent all the boys could hear was the slight breeze ruffling the trees.

“Huh, now that I think about it, why are you tryin’ to woo someone who’s a transfer student? Seems kinda rough to get someone to fall for you in a few weeks...unless you’re Yukako.”

“Goddammit Okuyasu, I don’t get to choose who I fall in love with!”

His fist balled up again, lips going dry as he resented saying things before thinking about them first.

“Woah...Josuke..”

Before he could say anything else, the teens noticed a slight shift in the window blinds where a light was on in your apartment.

‘Holy crap, i hope thats not her, i’d shit myself if it is!’

“C-C’mon Okuyasu, lets get out of here, I-I’ll race you!” He bolted down the sidewalk in the direction of his house, with his best friend in tow.

It was you who had peeked out the window from your living room, but only because you were startled by the sound of someone shouting. You didn’t see anyone when you fully pulled the blinds back, must’ve been your imagination. Putting the window back as it was, you returned to your studying.

#josuke x reader #Josuke Higashikata #josuke imagine #josuke higashikata x reader #jjba x reader #jjba imagine #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken

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jamestrmtx · 4 years ago

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Fairytale Complex - [Undertale | Sans x Reader]

[Gender Neutral, Frisk's Parent Reader | Slow Burn]

Chapter Twenty | Ooo I Ooo I Ooo I Ooo I (Part 2 of 2 | His POV) [First] | [Previous] | [Next]

Song Referenced

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did he give you an exact date?

Unfortunately, no.

At first, I had at least until the end of the year, but…

CPS wants this resolved quicker than he thought.

guessin' you need to finish tourin' the underground first then, right?

Yes.

Would it be possible the day after tomorrow?

Or just… sometime this weekend?

I can go by myself, but…

Asgore won't allow that unless I'm with someone else.

Says I shouldn't be walking so far and so long alone if I haven't recovered yet.

you don't need to go alone, either way.

be it my job or not, I still wanna help out.

so the day after tomorrow's fine with me, bud.

we can discuss those details better when we drive over to tori's school tomorrow.

Are you sure?

And…

Does that 'we' imply you'll be picking us up?

100%

but yeah, i'll drive you guys there.

and pick up paps on the way, too.

it's easier for all four of us.

Mhm.

don't believe me?

Oh, I believe you.

I just don't think that's the only reason why you're picking us up, when I already have the address.

so what's the other one?

Don't get cocky, Serif.

I'm not gonna type that out.

It's a godsend Frisk will be with us, too.

'Cause I sure don't trust being alone with you anymore.

inna bad way?

Nah.

niiice.

pick you guys up tomorrow, then?

Yes.

We'll see you tomorrow.

And thank you in advance.

∆ Sticker | Happy Cartoon Bunny™ waving goodbye ∆

"You've changed, Sans."

He ignores that comment to view (Y/N)'s last two messages again.

While he doesn't know why that particular sticker bothers his mind so much, a few scrolls up to revise his chat history with the human reveal this is the first time they've shown any sort of informality or spontaneity in their typing. (Y/N) came off cold in their texts, though -- based on how they acted outside of a chat app -- that wasn't their intention, but more of an automatic way for them to talk with someone they didn't exactly deem trustworthy enough yet. He grins at that thought and feels his face warm up, something he confirms when touching his cheekbone, cold palm contrasting with that heat.

"You're wasting your time with that human," Drunk Bun says, snapping him out of his daydreaming.

They've sat themselves on the bar stool next to him and slam what looks like their tenth can of cheap, off-brand beer against the counter, crunching it down into more than half its size. He doesn't know how long they've stood there or why he's lost this much awareness of his surroundings. The bar's practically empty and calm now compared to before, though there's loud music blaring from the jukebox, playing an already overplayed song on repeat. There's no excuse for his distracted mind other than having lost himself while texting with the human, so he admits that fault with partial sourness, against accepting he's that smitten with them.

"You're changing for the worse," his company adds, narrowing their eyes at him. "Every time we come here to catch up, you mention something stupid about that (L/N) person, or just text the whole evening away with them. I... I've never seen you worry so much about someone so inconsequential." They scoff and cross their arms tight. "I may understand you caring after Frisk as a way to repay them for rescuing us, but (L/N) is completely useless. They've done absolutely nothing remarkable beyond creating a huge scene at that bus you were both on."

"Being harassed by a rando and faintin' after's them causin' a scene?" Sans asks, quirking an eye socket.

"Oh, screw off, bone boy -- You know what I mean. They've brought you nothing but trouble and needless responsibilities!" The bunny grits their teeth and slams their hand over the table, dragging eyes to their side. "I'm betting you can't go a day without texting them or without you doing something for them."

"You need to-"

Beep-beep.

The phone is snatched from his hands just as quick as that noise rings.

"Give that back."

"No." They keep the phone right above him, taking advantage of his shorter height. "Your fault for not putting a lock on it."

Drunk Bun scoots away and holds the phone tight as they fumble with it. Then, they stop to look at what he assumes is another text message from the human. A grimace shows on their face and they grasp the device tight, enough to make the screen complain and warn them over the pressure they're exerting against it. "Now this is beyond pathetic, Sans," they comment, letting out a loud, burst laugh. "Is this seriously the one you're sacrificing your entire personality for?" They give him his phone back, though not before hesitating when it's time to let go. "That human is-"

"Gimme a sec."

His attention falls on the picture displayed on screen, revealing (Y/N) and Frisk posing in it. The adult wears a suit and tie while the child has Toriel's school uniform on. The former's pose appears forced and awkward while the latter seems to be the reason the picture was taken with how excited they seem about their outfit.

Frisk wanted me to show you this.

It's what we'll be wearing for tomorrow!

There's a three-minute interval between that and the next message.

I know classes still haven't started there, but… They wanted to wear it, so I joined them by trying on something special for, well…

That job offer you told me about.

I don't know if I'll accept or not yet, but…

Thank you for the opportunity, and for believing in me.

∆ Sticker | Happy Cartoon Bunny™ giving a thumbs-up ∆

"You're grossing me out, honestly. What kind of look is that?"

It takes him a while to react, focus glued on (Y/N)'s messages.

"What look?"

"That lovesick look on your face." Tears form on their eyes -- almost abruptly, hadn't their voice shaken right before that. "I- I've been flirting with you for years, and yet you've never once looked at me like that before." They stand up straight, stare down at him, and rest their hands on the table, blinking their tears away throughout. "I've known you for so damn long, and yet you fall for the first human you see up here? I-"

"So that's what this's about," he says, chuckling. "You're-"

"Don't you dare brush everything off as me having a crush on you, Sans." They hiss. "You're not the same as before, and that's as clear as day. You worry a lot more now, and… And you actually seem to care more about other stuff beyond your job and sleeping on it. Y- You-"

"Aren't those good things?"

"Maybe, but your entire personality changing isn't. I liked you better when you were less worked up with stuff that's none of your business." They stop to grab his phone again; a grin breaks the sorrow on their face. "But hey, y- you're just doing your job, aren't you? You should set things straight with that human and remind them you're only with them because Asgore told you to in that agreement letter you gave them."

"Won't work if I flirted with 'em first. Pretty sure they'll see right through my lies."

"Y- You flirted with them first?!"

"Yeah."

He dodges a punch aimed right at his face.

"Wait-"

They throw a second punch -- this one turning out to be a spoof -- and laugh at the sight of him falling for it; they then toss the phone high over his head after he's finished dodging that fake attack, and aim yet another punch right after.

He salvages the device, though at the cost of taking the blow right on his left eye socket.

"How can you admit that so easily? You're awful!"

"'Cause you're only a close friend. I don't owe you an explanation about who I'm dating, and even less if you're gonna be actin' this way."

Drunk Bun springs at him, only to be held back by the rest of the regulars sitting near the scene, sufficiently fast enough for them not to wrangle Sans in anything major. They struggle and thrash at everyone around, trying to break free, but failing each time. It takes a fully-armored guard dog and a buff bear for them to be fought back into their rightful place, and yet another strong monster for them to let go of a wine bottle they insist on downing when seated.

Grillby intervenes as well by warning them to calm down, unless they want to be kicked out. Meanwhile, Sans turns on the camera and looks at his reflection through it, revealing a faint soreness already forming around his eye socket -- right where his companion had punched at. Being primarily made out of bones brought advantages, but having magical properties often led to him bruising easily.

Another regular approaches him and offers him a first aid kit, one he brings back to his seat to heal himself there.

While he takes out an antibiotic and some cotton pads with one hand, he uses the other to busy himself with (L/N)'s messages, against leaving them on read for so long.

no probs.

here at your service.

frisk looks great, btw.

and you? hot. 😘🔥

awkwardly hot.

hotwkward.

Frisk is reading the replies, you know?

damn.

i mean…

darn.

don't tell 'em i said that.

∆ Audio | 0:46 ∆

He clicks on it to hear Frisk giggling along with (Y/N) commenting they won't. It later continues with them asking if he's alright, specifying what they mean by highlighting a picture, this one sent by him. Blurriness makes up most of it when he clicks on it and zooms in, yet he can identify what looks like his companion from earlier, who'd apparently snapped and sent the human a photo by accident.

that's a friend o' mine.

they're, uh, kinda tipsy, so they got inna fight with me.

Really?

Are you okay?

yeah, just a lil' sore where they punched at.

What?!

i'm fine, puddin'.

dw about it.

Where's that bar at?

I'm near the mall, so I can drop by if you need anything.

aren't you still shoppin'?

take it easy.

I'm almost done.

Just trying out one more outfit.

can I see?

👀

Sure.

∆ Attachment | 2 images ∆

To his surprise, they're not only posing much more freely now, but they've also made the effort to strike another pose from a different angle. The human's outfit is composed of a dark green, semi-formal (suit/dress), fit for a night out. They've gone as far as to edit a wink emoji and some hearts at the corner of one -- the most flirty of the two.

So...

What do you think?

*jaw drops to floor, irises pop out of sockets accompanied by trumpets, soul beats out of rib cage, awooga awooga sound effect, pulls chain on train whistle that has appeared next to head as steam blows out, slams fists on table, rattling any plates, bowls or silverware, whistles loudly, fireworks shoot from top of head, pants loudly as tongue hangs out of teeth, wipes comically large bead of sweat from forehead, clears throat, straightens jacket, combs skull* ahem, you look real lovely.

*bwushes* Thank uwu kindwy, handswome. I'm vewy fwattewed.

...frisk ain't there anymore, right?

If they wewe, duwu uwu twhink I'd be twyping wike thiws?

faiw poiwnt.

Anyway…

I noticed the changes you made in that copy-paste, and…

You didn't edit the tongue part out.

So…

What that tongue do, baby?

😳

…lick…

...ice cream.

🔥🔥🔥

Ah, that's hot.

Or should I say cold?

And speaking of cold…

I'm gonna get you an ice pack or something.

You should take care of where it's sore, if you don't want it to bruise more.

whatta way to change the subject away from our moment, puddin'.

but uh, thanks in advance.

Anytime, teddy bear.

uwu

owo

• • •

"Am I really changin', Grillbs?" Sans asks, emptying his beer in three long gulps. "Be honest with me."

The one questioned takes the empty can from his hands and shakes his head in what looks more like disapproval rather than him answering that question. He first warns the skeleton about getting drunk, and reminds him to stay sober if he wants an answer as well as prevent himself from drunk-texting the source of his lovelorn self. When receiving a promise from him in response, he later answers with a 'no' and that he's still the same whenever he came to visit the bar.

"So I'm only different when I'm talkin' about 'em?"

Grillby nods.

"Inna bad way?"

He shakes his head.

"Then…"

Sans is stopped with a hand over his and faced with a stern look, despite the owner of it having no eyes or mouth.

"If they make you happy, then it's alright for you to show it," a regular states, intervening in the conversation. "You're not a lifeless machine. And nobody's one-dimensional either, so you shouldn't force yourself to act the same, strict way all the time. If you want to be all mushy with that human, then so be it. Aren't you the one who always says stuff like 'nothing really matters; in the end, we'll all die'? What's stopping you now of all times? Where's that hardcore nihilist I've known since years ago?

Sans rubs the back of his neck and huffs.

Clearly, neither the regular nor Grillby understood what he truly meant to say with his questions. He didn't mind his relationship with the human, but he also didn't want his old self to be replaced by someone he wasn't, as a result. There were things he didn't want to change about his old self -- things he feared would fade away now that he seemed to be getting into something as complex as a romantic relationship. There were parts of him he needed to keep in case the world were to start over again -- in case something went wrong. He couldn't allow himself to grow soft.

A pat on his shoulder lets him know he's lost himself in those thoughts.

"It's alright to fear change, but don't let that hold you back. If you like that human and they do, too -- Then what's there keeping you from going for it?"

It's not that easy.

Still, he keeps that thought quiet and replies with, "Thanks, but I'll probably have to give that more ti-"

The door of the bar opens to reveal someone new to it, but not so much unknown to Sans, who already finds himself distracted by them. (Y/N) stands in front of the entrance, looking this way and that. Frisk holds on to their hand, while a reusable shopping bag's hung over their parent's arm; a pharmacy's logo and name can be seen stamped on it. The eldest human approaches the area with caution, until their child assures them -- once, twice, and then thrice -- they've been to this place before and that it serves other purposes beyond that of providing alcohol and provoking fights. When they look forward, he meets their eyes and tries to glance away quickly, only to be called out by them soon after. They don't take long to smile wide and bright, wave, and -- finally -- approach his side after he waves back at them.

Rather than giving him whatever's in the bag, they instead let go of Frisk's hand, ask them if they want anything to eat, and give them some money when they sign the word 'fries'. Then, they sit on the stool next to his and settle the bag on their lap. "Come closer, and close your eye sockets," they say, still smiling. "It's your left one, right? It looks really sore already."

He nods and tries to ignore the warmth in his soul when they place a hand over his.

In his favour, they let go of him not long after to disinfect their hands and slip some gloves on when these dry out.

"I-"

"Shh."

(Y/N) holds his chin with their hand and grazes their fingers against his injury, their touch slow and careful as they apply some antibiotic over and around it. They then slide an eye patch on him and assumedly check around for any more bruises, based on the feeling of their hands grazing against his torso, arms, and neck. "The ice pack's in the bag -- Remember to throw it in the freezer when you get home." They touch his chest again, even more gentle this time. "So..." He notices some hesitance when they pull their hand back. "You're not hurt anywhere else?"

He shakes his head, words caught in his throat.

"Alright, but don't look yet."

Doing as told, Sans waits for whatever comes next. He stays still and stiff, until he feels their lips brush close to his eye socket, where they lay a soft, ticklish kiss at. They do the same with his other one and finish it off by kissing his nose cavity.

"Now you can."

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🌋🔥💥 ANNOYING NOTICE TIME 💥🔥🌋

So, here's a summary of all the events happening this month, which will affect Fairytale Complex's update schedule in various ways:

1. I will be rewriting all my other fics that aren't FaiCom, since I'm pretty darn happy and proud of the new writing style I've developed with this fanfic, and so I want to implement it into my older stories (with the exception of the Tom Nook x Reader one -- I'm rewriting that one despite being recent because it started off as a wild, 3 am energy project after finishing with finals, but then I actually had way more fun than I originally anticipated, so I'll be turning it into a long fic just like this one, lol). This means FaiCom will be taking a short, 1 to 2 week break after Arc 2 (Chapter 25) ends, to dedicate some time to all 4 of these stories.

2. I'm taking extracurricular classes/hobby workshops this summer, so I need to tweak my schedule again. This means FaiCom will be changing its schedule back to the old one, composed of weekly updates on Mondays, Wednesdays, and/or Fridays.

3. As mentioned previously, Pride Month is here, so I'll be making some one-shots and drabbles related to it, meaning updates might be slightly less frequent this month. BUT, a good majority of them are FaiCom related ones (and they will be posted on a different book to avoid conflicting with regular updates, too). More on that later on!

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#sans x reader #undertale x reader #lgbt #lgbt themes #gender neutral reader #male reader #female reader #mother reader #father reader #parent reader #chubby reader #long fic #romcom #adventure #mystery #platonic relationships #slow burn

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self-shipyard · 4 years ago

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"Dear Prudence" - A Self-Ship Fic

SYNOPSIS: A fic that ended up being way longer than I anticipated, Lumaca and Gh.iaccio continue to get ready for the day. Though things take a lovey-dovey turn when she accidentally leaves a kiss mark on his face and he decides to return the favor.

Word Count: 1633

CW: Mild Swearing, Suggestive Themes

The tip of the lipstick swiped heavily against Lumaca’s bottom lip, applying a generous black coat to it. She rubbed her lips together, giving the top half an even coat as well.

After a once-over in the mirror, she smiled contently at her handiwork.

A gentle knock called her attention to the door.

“Hey, Lumaca?” Ghiaccio’s voice called out to her from the other side. “Can I come in?”

She smiled.

“You can come in,” she replied.

The door opened and he walked in, giving her a small kiss on her forehead as he passed through the doorframe.

“Sorry if I’m interrupting,” he continued, looking directly into her eyes. “I'm here to find my cologne.”

“Oh, don’t worry!” She tapped her cheek. “I just finished putting my lipstick on.”

Ghiaccio looked down at her lips, noting the color and suddenly thinking about how he wanted those lips against his in the worst way. Though, instead of acting on it as he rationalized that it would ruin her makeup job, he tried to distract himself by carefully caressing her cheek.

“It looks good,” he said. “You know, you really make that color work.”

She blushed and tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear as though she were a schoolgirl.

“Thank you," she bubbled. "I’m glad you like it so much...!”

Before she could act upon the love he made her feel, Lumaca reached over and grabbed the blue bottle of water-scented spray. “You were looking for this, right?”

“Ah, yeah.” Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the blush that had surfaced on his face the moment he was reminded of why he was there. “Thank you, love.”

He took the bottle from her hand and positioned his finger over the spray top. Just as he was about to spray, he looked at her and lowered his hand.

“Actually, I should do this somewhere else, shouldn’t I?”

“I don’t mind it!" she insisted. "I mean, it’s not like you overdo it.”

He couldn’t help but grin a little at her unintentional setup for some sarcasm.

“Unlike Prosciutto and Formaggio?”

She laughed at his remark.

“Yeah! Exactly unlike Prosciutto and Formaggio.” Lumaca rested her chin in her hand. “It makes me wonder how they don’t get caught during missions.”

That comment made him snort.

“Prosciutto knows he can do shit like that and get away with it.” He began to lightly spray himself with the cologne. “Formaggio, on the other hand… I wonder if it’s just to distract targets. If I had a stand like Little Feet, I would do the same thing.”

“I mean, at least he can make do with what he has, right?”

“Hmm... You make a good point.” He put the spray down. “At any rate, do I smell alright?”

Taking that as a cue, she lifted her face to Ghiaccio’s hair and inhaled through her nose. The sensation of her breath grazing his skin made his skin tingle a little.

“Mmm,” she sighed contently. “That smells like the man I love!”

He smiled at her remark as he watched her lower herself back down.

Her line of sight was directly on his jawline, and the sight of it made her eyes widen and her hands hover over her mouth. A small giggle could be heard through her hands. As cute as it was to him, it also made him a little confused.

“What?”

Ghiaccio looked into the mirror to see what she noticed, and he saw it immediately; a neat, black lipstick stain had been placed gently against his jawline.

His fingers ghosted over the spot, feeling himself fall deeper in love with her the longer he stared at it.

“Sorry about that,” Lumaca giggled. “I wasn’t paying attention. Hang on, I can fix it!”

He looked down at his girlfriend, who had just then crouched to the under-the-sink cabinet. With how she reacted it suddenly dawned on him that she didn’t know what it felt like to have those love marks.

That feeling had to be shared, he decided.

While she was still looking for what he could only presume were makeup wipes, he grabbed her tube of black lipstick and quickly applied it to his lips. He had just put it back down when she had finally closed the cabinet door and stood back up with the pack of makeup wipes in hand.

He gave her a second to process his quick makeover.

To say she wasn’t pleasantly surprised and just a little bit flustered would’ve been a flat-out lie.

“Oh!” she smiled, her cheeks going red. “Baby, that looks good on y-!”

Before she could finish her sentence, Ghiaccio leaned over and planted a kiss on her cheek. Her eyes flickered to the mirror, and she could see the big kiss mark he left there. The sight of it made her cheeks go even redder.

“There,” he said with a smirk. “Now you have one too.”

Lumaca looked back up at her boyfriend and a mischievous grin surfaced against her lips.

“Okay,” she giggled. “Mine was an accident. But I guess since you like it so much-!”

She quickly planted a kiss against his chin, leaving another mark.

“You can have another one!”

His eyes flickered between the new kiss mark via the mirror and her smiling face, and before he could even stop himself, he grinned and grabbed her by the waist.

“So that’s the game you want to play, huh?”

Lumaca made a very short attempt to escape his grasp, but before she could even think of succeeding, he lifted her up in his arms and carried her out of the bathroom, making her wrap her arms around his shoulders instead. All the while, his lips planted kisses all over her face and she squealed in delight.

“Ahh! Gh-Ghiaccio!” She laughed. “I’ll get you for this!”

As soon as they reached their destination, which ended up being the bed, she took the opportunity to press kisses wherever she could. Luckily his coat wasn’t on just yet, so she had plenty of places she could go, like his shoulders and his neck.

Those kisses didn’t hinder him at all. In fact, it encouraged him to kiss her wherever he could, too.

“Come over here…!”

…

The sound of Formaggio’s footsteps echoed down the corridor. With one hand, he ran his fingers against his buzzcut and he looked down at the small piece of paper in his other hand. After looking at the numbers, he confirmed that he was heading in the right direction.

“Man, I hope they’re in today,” he muttered to himself. “I really need something to do.”

At last, he stopped in front of one door. Judging by the number on the face of it, he figured that this was the right place.

He inhaled softly and rapped his knuckles against the door.

“Oi!” he called out to them. “Are you guys there?”

About fifteen seconds passed and Formaggio was just thinking about leaving before he heard the sound of the door’s handle click open. Lumaca’s shorter stature was just barely visible through the crack in the door she had made.

“Hey Formaggio,” her voice quietly came from the doorway.

”Ah, hey Lumaca.” He put his hands in his pockets. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything. Listen, I came by to ask if you two wanted to go down to a café or something. Just to hang out.”

“Uhm,” she hesitated. “W-We might. But… you might need to give us a moment.”

It was just then that he noticed how she seemed to be shrouded in darkness. Of course, this made him feel suspicious.

“Is everything alright?” he asked and, without really thinking about it, pushed the door open despite her attempt at keeping it at just a crack. “Why’s it so dark in he-?”

Formaggio turned into a deer in headlights when she became more visible from the hallway light.

Lumaca’s face was as red as a rose under the layer of black lipstick marks coating her face. In fact, it seemed as though there wasn’t an inch of skin that didn’t have a kiss mark; her shoulders, her neck, her arms. Looking down her body, it might’ve just been his imagination or it might’ve been just the way the bottom of her shirt rode up some in the front, but he swore that he even saw some kiss marks against the lower part of her stomach.

He looked straight over her head and noticed Ghiaccio grimacing at him through the doorway of the bedroom. In the dim light of the outside corridor streaking in, Formaggio saw that his teammate was also covered in kiss marks.

How awkward.

He tried to mask the pinched and embarrassed look that came over his face by rubbing at the back of his neck and taking a step back.

“I uh,” he stammered. “Actually, I think Risotto’s calling. So, maybe another time?"

“Y-Yeah,” she murmured. “Good idea. See you later.”

She closed the door as he turned to walk away.

Just as he was about to leave the premises, he heard through the thin walls the sound of a pair of footsteps approaching the door, followed by a pair of quiet laughs. Then came the sound of the same footsteps receding, albeit slower and heavier as though they were now carrying something, and the sound of a door closing.

The thought alone of what just happened in there made him shake his head and chuckle.

“Damn,” he grinned to himself as he walked away with his hands in his pockets. “Call me a cryptozoologist.”

Before he made his descent down the stairs, he looked at the door to their apartment one last time.

“Because I just saw something I never thought I’d see.”

#❄soft snow (lumaghia)❄#⛵sal's writing #self ship #self shipping #self shipping content #self shipping community #self ship writing #self ship fic #tw suggestive themes #this one was a bit hard for me to edit because i kept getting flustered #i fall in love with him more everyday #also hi for.maggio

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dessarious · 5 years ago

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Misconceptions, Miscommunication, and Misinformation Pt53

Inspired by @ozmav Maribat AU

AO3 Beginning Previous Next

“As to why I decided to do this here and now, that’s a bit more complicated. First, I knew that announcing my intentions here, it will spread across the industry and hopefully cut down on having to answer the same questions over and over again.” Again, there was muted laughter. “But I also wanted to do this publicly so there wouldn’t be any confusion about my identity. I’ve been accused of lying by a lot of my former friends and classmates so I didn’t want to leave any doubt that I’m the designer of Functional Fashion. It’s also why I had Uncle Jagged introduce me because everyone knows that he was my first client.”

The crowd didn’t seem to know how to react to that. There were some discontented murmurs. Adrien looked annoyed for some reason and Gabriel was whispering something to Nathalie. Alya seemed to still be in shock but flinched when Marinette’s gaze went past her. Damian wasn’t sure what to make of her reaction but he kept his attention on her just in case. The girl was… unpredictable and that was being kind. There were a lot of other words he wanted to use for her.

“I also wanted to do this here to give other amateur designers hope. I was able to get my start through a random encounter with Jagged Stone that gave me the confidence to put myself out there. It’s not that I’m a better designer and I obviously don’t have more experience or training.” That comment got a proper round of laughter given that Marinette still looked about ten years old. “I just want you all to know that you’re all one moment away from your breakthrough. There are opportunities everywhere, even if it’s not the one you expected.”

Jagged led her off the stage to enthusiastic applause from everyone except the major designers. As soon as she got to them Marinette collapsed against Chloe. Most people wouldn’t have noticed how tense she was on stage but seeing her go almost boneless against her girlfriend made it obvious how much stress she’d been feeling. Unfortunately that stress was about to get much worse.

There was a woman bearing down upon them that looked familiar, but Damian couldn’t place her. He did see Chloe tense up and Marinette pulled away to look at what had upset her. When she spotted to woman her face went completely blank.

“Clarice, why don’t you introduce me to your friends.” Chloe looked resigned but there was still hurt beneath it. She opened her mouth to reply but Marinette beat her to it.

“Her name is Chloe, and we’ve already met.” The woman’s eyes narrowed slightly but she covered her irritation quickly with a smug smile.

“I’m sure I would remember that.” Marinette actually rolled her eyes.

“Given that you can’t be bothered to remember your daughter’s name I’m not really surprised that you don’t remember offering me a chance to study with you.” The irritation came back, this time with recognition.

“Don’t be impertinent. One article from me and you’ll be unemployable.” Damian finally realized who she was and he wasn’t sure if he was more surprised that Marinette seemed to be purposefully antagonizing the queen of fashion, or her girlfriend’s mother.

“It’s a good thing I work for myself then isn’t it? Not to mention your opinion doesn’t matter to my current or future clients. Now if you don’t mind I’d like to get back to spending time with my girlfriend and I’d rather that time not be tainted by someone who lacks all human decency.” The woman’s face went red but she seemed too stunned to speak for a moment.

“Come Chrissy, we’re leaving.” She snapped at Chloe like she was a dog and Damian thought Marinette was going to attack the woman. He would have called it justified. Chloe tightened her hands around Marinette’s shoulders keeping the other girl in place before finding her voice.

“No.” The word seemed to stun everyone including her. She took a deep breath and Marinette reached up to give her arm a comforting squeeze. “I’m not your pet or your property, and I’m done with catering to you and ignoring the way you treat everyone around you. Leave if you want but I’m not going anywhere with you.” She was shaking and had a death grip on Marinette, but her voice was clear.

“You’ll both regret this.” The woman stormed off and Chloe slumped against Marinette, burying her face in the shorter girls neck.

“I can’t believe I just did that. I did just do that right?” Marinette giggled and leaned back into her.

“Yes you did, and it was glorious.” They both broke into almost hysterical giggling.

“Agrestes incoming.” Damian had been watching the group and as soon as the queen of fashion departed, Gabriel began striding towards them with a professionally blank face. Nathalie mirrored him a step behind but Adrien just looked furious as he trailed them. This was going to be interesting.

“Congratulations Mlle Dupain-Cheng. Your accomplishments are impressive. Though I do hope you were just being dramatic when you claimed you wouldn’t be working with any of the major brands. As far as you’ve come, there will come a point where you’ll need help to navigate the fashion world.” Damian fought not to roll his eyes. The man’s tone was a clear threat and Damian swore he heard Chloe growl at the designer.

“Unlike you M Agreste, Marinette doesn’t seem to have a problem making friends so I’m sure she’ll be just fine.” Damian honestly didn’t realize the words had come from him until all three of the interlopers frowned at him. Luka was giving him another look he didn’t recognize and the girls seemed to be on the verge of collapsing into giggles again.

“And do you think you can give her a leg up? Your father may be rich, Mr. Wayne, but he holds no influence in the fashion world.” Gabriel’s words caused Nathalie to go white and he heard a surprised hiss from Chloe behind him. Even though Damian was less than happy he’d been outed a feral grin appeared on his face.

“You really should have read the nondisclosure agreement you signed.”

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Golden: “I Know that You’re Scared...”

Hey guys! So I told you all that I had been working on some stuff to put out for you. I started writing down summaries to go along with the album Fine Line by Mr. Harry Styles. I have also been reading some content on here that you all write and you all gave me the inspiration to write this. I want to say thank you to everyone that loves to write things like this. I couldn’t do this without you. I am putting this out here as my first piece to Fine Line. Don’t worry I have plenty more stirring in this brain of mine. Give me time to continue writing the others and enjoy this piece. Please feel free to give me feed back. Feel free to message me to write other things you’d like to read of mine. Suggestions are always welcome here. I love a good challenge when it comes to writing. Feel free to ask me anything! I love you guys and I hope you enjoy. -Much Love, K

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Summary: You and Harry are best friends. Harry invites you to be his plus one at a very important/fancy dinner party and he starts to see you in a different light. You have a bad past with relationships. You are scared to ever fall in love and Harry knows that. As the night goes on, things begin to spark between you and Harry. Pairing: Harry x Reader Rated: PG (Drinking, fluff)

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Tonight is such an important night. I could feel myself growing nervous by the minute. Harry is my best friend and has been for years. He invited me to go to a very important dinner party with him for a campaign he was offered. Of course, I said yes because he would do the same for me if I got a big opportunity like this. Plus, I haven’t been to something as fancy as this will be.

I decided to wear a strapless golden gown with a slit along my left leg. I picked out some matching heels and a clutch. I decided on letting my hair down in big wavy curls. I did some glittery eyeshadow and black winged liner. I applied some nude lipstick and a golden glitter gloss to pull it altogether. I smiled at myself in the full body mirror. I think I looked great but I slowly thought back to when I was with my ex-boyfriend. He would have never let me leave the house like this.

I was really upset when he and I broke up. He was way too controlling. I wasn’t able to contact anyone. No friends and no family. I couldn’t leave the house any in anything too provocative. I always needed some kind of approval form him. He would degrade me from time to time and it was just too toxic. Harry was the first person I talked to about it besides my family. He didn’t care for my ex-boyfriend much anyway. Harry was very understanding and super sweet to me after I explained everything to him. He took care of me by helping me get back on my feet and helping me move out on my own. He has done so much for me and has helped me cheer up a lot since. Like tonight for example, he invited me to go out to this dinner.

I am super nervous though because this is a big fashion dinner. There are going to be so many important designers there checking everyone out and probably talk about what everyone is wearing. I know for a fact that there is going to be all kinds of gorgeous models there. They are so tall, thin and beautiful. I’m definitely not the thinnest. I’m shorter than them, curvier and self-conscious. I also know that Harry will look amazing and all the models will swarm him at the party. Don’t get me wrong, he is handsome and quite the sight to see. But he is also a man who doesn’t mind the female attention. I just hope he pays a little bit of his attention to me because he knows I’m not super confident at things like this.

I sighed to myself as I looked in the mirror just thinking about it. I could feel my heart sink at the thought of all the girls that will be there. I ran my hands down my gown as my anxiety grew in my stomach. That’s when I heard the doorbell ring and I turned to face that direction. That must be Harry to come pick me up. I took a deep breath and headed for the front door. I made sure I had my keys and phone before opening the door to greet Harry. I’m nervous for him to see me in something so formal but here goes nothing. I opened the door to see Harry leaning on one of the pillars on the porch in an off-white Gucci suit with his hair pushed back.

He was absolutely breath taking. He never fails to look so good and handsome. I watch as his eyes travel from the bottom of my gown all the way up to meet my eyes. “You look stunning Y/N,” he spoke as he flicked his tongue along his pink lips shocked by my appearance. I giggle and look down at the ground, “Thank you. You don’t look too bad yourself.” He chuckled lightly and it caused me to look up at him with a big smile along my face. His laugh was something that could light up any room. “Shall we,” he playfully smirked as he held out his arm for me to take leading us to the limo.

The driver held the door open for us both and I slid into the backseat. Harry did the same and we were off to the venue. “Are you excited,” I asked looking to Harry and he smiled. “For sure, this is just an amazing opportunity for me and I just love the line of clothes they have for me to do a photoshoot. Are you excited to be going to something so exclusive,” he asked looking to me with a small smile. I blushed and looked him in those green eyes of his. “Of course, thank you again for inviting me to your big night,” I nudged him playfully and he chuckled. “It’s not a problem at all. Thank you for supporting me in anything I decide to do,” he stretched his arm up and around the back of my head. There was this weird feeling growing in the pit of my stomach as he did so.

I ignored it because it was probably just my nerves getting the best of me. I wanted to seem confident but I could feel it becoming harder as we drove closer and closer to the venue. As I looked out the window the question fell from my lips, “Who all is going to be there?” I turned to look at Harry who was watching me? I brushed it off and waited for his reply. “Well of course the designers, models and probably some other celebrities that are really into fashion,” he nodded as he spoke. I nodded back and thought of everyone who may be there. I just hope tonight goes smoothly.

As we pulled up to the red carpet where all the cameras were flashing, I felt my stomach turn. “Are you okay love,” Harry asked looking to me before we got out. “Yeah, just a bit nervous with all the cameras out there,” I smiled slightly to him. I was telling the truth… well half of the truth. “It’s okay. I still get nervous too. Just keep your eyes on me and don’t let go of my hand,” he smiled sweetly to me and I smiled back. That’s when the weird feeling appeared in my stomach again. “Ready,” he asked as the driver approached the door to the limo. “Yes,” I smiled and took a deep breath. Harry got out first and I could hear everyone cheer. I bit my lip as I slide across the seat to be met with Harry holding his hand out for me to help me out of the limo.

Harry stopped before we walked up to the red carpet and pulled out his sunglasses. I started giggling to myself and he looked at me funny with a grin. “What’s so funny,” he looked at me as he fixed his hair. “You just think of all the little things don’t you,” I smiled as I pointed to the sunglasses. His grin widened and he shook his head. “Let’s go love,” he said and slid his hand into mine and we walked towards the carpet. “We are going to have to pose love,” he turned to me as we waited for the workers to tell us when to go ahead and pose for the cameras. “Okay,” I said as I looked to see other celebrities posing.

The workers gave us the go-ahead and we walked onto the carpet together. We stopped at our mark and I looked up to Harry to see what pose we were going to do. He smiled and swiftly slid his arm around my waist pulling me just a few inches closer to him. I felt myself blush and I looked up to the cameras. We smiled and posed for a few seconds. “I think they love you Y/N,” Harry whispered into my ear and I rolled my eyes playfully. “Yeah right, you’re the star not me,” I laughed and nudged him as we pulled apart. Harry gave a small wave to the photographers and we headed for the doors of the party.

We were greeted by workers and headed in. “Would you like some champagne,” a waiter said as he stopped in front of us. I thought for a second on how my ex would react to something like this and I shook it off. Screw him, when he sees my picture tomorrow with Harry, he will see what he missed out on. I smiled to the waiter and took a glass along with Harry. “Thank you,” I say as the waiter nodded with a sweet smile. “Wow, look at you actually having a good time,” Harry smiled down at me as we took a drink. “Well, sometimes you just have to let loose right,” I said with a smile. “That’s very true,” he grinned and we walked to the table reserved for our party. Harry’s manager was there and some of his stylists. We hugged them and made small talk before taking our seats.

“Y/N, you look stunning in that dress dear,” Helen said with a smile. I blushed and smiled to her, “Thank you so much. You look gorgeous in yours.” She smiled and we talked for a bit while Harry caught up with his manager and Harry Lambert. I caught Harry taking a few glimpses at me as we were in depth with our conversations. This feeling just kept creeping in while I was around him tonight and I just wasn’t sure what it was. I wanted to tell someone but not in front of Harry. That’s when the waiters started handing out the dinner. As we ate, the creative director of Gucci, Alessandro Michele walked onto the stage to speak.

Everyone clapped and cheered for him. He smiled and waved to everyone. We were right front and center so we had one of the best spots in the house. “Hello everyone, I’m so honored to have you all here tonight. I wanted to say first and for most, thank you all for coming out tonight to celebrate this new line with us. This has been such a crazy year for us and to just throw this lovely dinner for you all means the world to us. I would love to bring up such a wonderful kind soul to this stage. He has supported our looks from day one and he really knows how to pull them off,” he laughed and so did everyone else. He was talking about Harry. I could see Harry blush a bit and laugh along with everyone.

“He is going to be our new face for this launch and I couldn’t be happier to be represented by him. Please join me on stage, Mr. Harry Styles,” Alessandro smiled and held his arm out to our table asking Harry to come up and say a few words. I smiled and patted Harry’s back as he stood from his chair. He looked back to me and smiled as he handed me his sunglasses. I giggled and took them so he could join Alessandro. He made his way up to the stage and bowed to Alessandro causing everyone to laugh some more. He laughed too and waved to everyone. “Hello everyone thank you for such a lovely introduction Alessandro. I would like to say thank you for such an amazing opportunity like this. I couldn’t have done it without the Gucci line and for my wonderful stylists that I brought here with me tonight,” Harry spoke as he looked to our table. I smiled as his eyes found mine.

“I also want to thank my best friend for coming with me tonight. She is such a wonderful person for supporting me in anything that I do. She’s going through a lot right now and I know she would rather be back home all curled up in her bed watching Netflix,” he laughed and we all joined him. I shook my head and waved off the joke. “But you know, she took the time to put on her stunning gown, do her make-up and do her hair just to come out to support me here tonight. I just want to say I couldn’t be more grateful for her. Thank you all for choosing me to support your newest line of work. I cannot wait to show it off for you and help you all grow,” Harry smiled and bowed to everyone.

As everyone cheered for his speech, I couldn’t help this feeling of my heart swelling in my chest. I can’t believe he mentioned me in his own speech. He really is something special to me. I love him in a friend way. But I’m starting to think it may be something more and I am truly terrified of that. I don’t want to ruin the friendship we have grown together. I don’t want to get my hopes up and think that this could be something more. I also don’t want my heart to be broken again if anything were to happen between the two of us. “Thank you all and please enjoy your meal. We have an open bar and drinks are on the house. We have a huge dance floor so please help yourself,” Alessandro said and walked off stage with Harry. They hugged and Harry came back to finish his meal.

“Great speech Harry,” Helen smiled as she playfully nudged me. I smiled and nodded to him, “It was super great H. Thanks for the shout out.” He grinned and leaned over to kiss my cheek. “Anything for you, love,” he said and smiled as he pulled away from me. I could feel my cheeks heat up and my heart beat pick up. “I need to go to the washroom. Y/N, would you like to go with me,” Helen smiled like she knew something was up with me. I smiled thankful for the fact that she recognized I needed a minute from all of this. “Of course, be back soon,” I smiled to Harry and he smiled back. “Take your time,” he spoke and I grabbed my clutch as I linked arms with Helen.

We got to the bathroom and did our business. We washed our hands and reapplied our lipstick. “Would you like to get some fresh air,” she asked as we headed for the bathroom door. “Sure, I could use some fresh air,” I smiled and we walked out to go the bar to get some more champagne and head for the courtyard that they had all set up for the dinner party. “Should we tell the guys where we are going,” I asked looking to Helen. “They won’t mind. They will find us eventually,” she giggled and shrugged while taking a drink as we walked to this big fountain. Helen took a seat on the side of the fountain and I joined her. I looked up to the stars and then towards the party that was happening inside.

“So that was some speech Harry gave tonight,” Helen said with playfully smirk and I looked at her blushing. “Yeah, it was super sweet of him. I definitely wasn’t expecting it,” I smiled looking down at my drink. “You seem so surprised,” she giggled and took a drink from her glass. “What do you mean? I had no idea he was going to be doing a speech,” I felt like my heart was going to drop to my stomach. Was there something I was missing? “Calm down, it’s nothing bad. I can tell there’s something conflicting you about Harry what is it,” she asked curiously. “I don’t really know…,” I said softly and looked away. I trust Helen so much but I just don’t know if I should tell her something like this. Especially, something that could change everything between Harry and I.

“Y/N, you can trust me. I won’t tell anyone, you know that. I could tell something is conflicting you. That’s why I invited you to join me in the bathroom and out here so you didn’t feel smothered or pressured to say something in front of Harry. What’s going on,” she said grabbing my hand and squeezing it gently. I sighed and looked down. “I just feel a bit insecure being here. I mean did you see all of those models? They are stunning and I’m just well… average. I came to support Harry because he is my best friend. He has been for years now. But ever since he picked me up tonight, something feels different. The air around the two of us felt different tonight on the way here. We were photographed as if we were a couple. Then the whole speech he gave through me for a loop,” I took a breath and just closed my eyes.

“This whole time so far has been weird for me. I have like this feeling in my stomach when I’m around him. I feel a little more nervous around him,” I say and looked to Helen who had this big grin on her face. “What,” I asked looking at her confused. “You like him,” she smirked. “I never said that,” I pointed at finger at her. “Y/N, but you didn’t deny it either. You like him. You are feeling nervous and getting butterflies around him. It sounds to me that you like him more than a friend,” she took another drink from her glass and leaned her elbows on her knees looking at me. “I mean I do like Harry a lot. But I don’t want to ruin what Harry and I have right now,” I sighed and looked to her.

“Y/N, it’s okay to like Harry more than a friend. But don’t torture yourself about it either. You don’t have to tell him until you are ready,” she smiled and wrapped her arm around me. “I’m just scared to get my hopes up and I’m scared of being heartbroken. Everyone knows how my last relationship went. I have a lot of work to do with myself and loving myself after how I was treated is all,” I say as I lay my head on her shoulder. “It takes time dear, let it all play out,” she rubbed my shoulder and we giggled together. “It feels good to get that off my chest,” I smiled to her and she smiled back. “What felt good,” Harry’s voice made us jump and turn to him standing there in front of us with a sly smirk.

“Oh nothing Harold,” Helen said laughing. “We were just having a nice chat under the stars,” Helen stood from her spot and offered her hand for me to take. I stood and laughed with her. “Well, I was going to see if you all wanted to come inside to dance,” Harry said looking down while shuffling his feet. “Everyone started to dance. Plus, I was curious to where you two ran off to after the bathroom. I didn’t want you all to miss anything,” he looked up to meet our gaze. The way the moonlight hit him was astonishing. He looked like he was out of a dream just standing there. You could see all of the angles of his bone structure in his face. He was breathtaking. “Well, I think we would love a dance or two Mr. Styles,” Helen said in a joking manner.

Harry laughed and shook his head, “Well, let’s go then.” We all laughed together and started walking towards the doors that led back inside. “I also don’t think it’s appropriate to steal someone’s date Helen,” Harry said glancing to the both of us. Helen linked arms with me and pulled me close to her. “She’s just so gorgeous tonight and I wanted to make her mine,” Helen giggled and Harry threw his head back in laughter. I blushed while joining them. I think I was starting to get tipsy and the alcohol started to work its way through my bloodstream. I’ve had around three glasses of champagne and here we are fighting over whose date I really am. We finally walked in the doors and saw everyone enjoying the dancefloor.

I looked to Helen as Shut Up and Dance with Me by WALK THE MOON started playing. She grinned at me and tugged me onto the dancefloor. We started jumping around and spinning each other while screaming the lyrics to each other. Everyone was having a blast. It was like we were the life of the party. Helen wrapped her arms around me as we danced and I looked over to the bar because I could feel eyes on us. As I scanned the bar, my eyes found Harry’s. He was standing with some designers and his manager but for some reason he was captivated by the sight of us. I could see his dimple appear in his cheek as his lips turned to a cheeky grin. He knew that he had been caught red handed. I blushed and spun out from Helen’s arms. We laughed as the song ended and we all cheered.

“I don’t know about you but I could use a drink after that,” Helen smiled out of breath. “Agreed , let’s go,” I smiled just as out of breath as her. We walked towards the bar and asked for drinks. We took a seat there for a second and I looked down the way to see Harry being introduced to a female model. I felt my heart sink slightly. I shouldn’t feel jealous, right? I mean they could just be talking business and I shouldn’t feel mad. That’s when Helen noticed my change in moods and glanced to the sight I just saw. “Bartender, can I please have two shots of vodka,” Helen spoke and I looked at her like she was crazy. “I don’t want to get super drunk tonight,” I said with my hands up in surrender. “It’s just to ease the pain and give you a little boost. They are probably just talking business or fashion. Don’t sweat it,” she smiled and the bartender slid the shots towards us.

“If I know Harry, he won’t fall for someone like her,” Helen said with smile as she picked up her shot. I did the same with mine and we went in for a cheer. “To letting good things take it’s time,” Helen said and I smiled up at her. We took the shot and I felt the burn all the way down to my stomach. I coughed just a little bit and chased it down with some champagne. That’s when one of Harry’s song started to play. It was the song Golden and I raised an eyebrow at Helen. “I wonder who requested this song,” I said as I looked towards the DJ booth to see if I could spot who it was. “Actually, it was me,” a deep voice said that startled both Helen and I. I turned to see Harry standing there looking down at me. I bit my lip and looked towards Helen unsure what to say to him.

“Y/N, would you like to dance with me,” Harry asked shyly and I looked back at him feeling my heart melting at the sight of him. “S-sure,” I stuttered to find the word. He held out his hand and I took it as I hopped off the bar stool. Harry led the way and I looked back at Helen who was grinning from ear to ear. I blushed as Harry pulled us to the middle of the dancefloor. We started dancing at our own paces and laughing with one another. That’s when Harry snaked his arms around my waist and pulling me closer to him. I felt my cheeks heat up and my heart pick up speed. I slowly wrapped my arms around his neck as he started to sing to me. “You’re so golden,” he sang with a huge smile. I giggled as we spun in a circle at a slow pace. “And I know that you’re scared because hearts get broken,” he sang as he leaned his forehead to mine.

His breath was hot against my face as I looked up to meet his eyes. They were filled with something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. I bit my lip as his eyes flickered to watch my lips. I was intoxicated by him. I wanted him. But how do I say that? As the song started to come to an end, everyone cheered for us. As I looked around, everyone had seemed to be watching us. But they were also cheering for Harry and his new album being played at the party. I looked by up to Harry as my hands traveled down his chest to pull us apart. “Want to head home,” he said as he kept his hands around my waist. I nodded and he moved his hands from my waist. He grabbed my hand leading me back to our table to grab our things. We then found everyone we came with and hugged them.

I walked over to Helen and wrapped my arms around her. Harry was stuck talking to Alessandro while I did so. “Thank you for being here for me tonight,” I said as we held each other. “You’re welcome dear, now go get your man,” she whispered to me causing us to giggle once more. “I will text you later,” I smiled and kissed her cheek as she did mine. Harry waited politely and hugged Helen bye. “Shall we,” he asked holding his arm out for me to take. I smiled and took it, “Yes we shall.” We walked out to find our limo and climbed in.

“Did you have fun tonight love,” Harry asked as we started our drive home in the limo. “It was a lot of fun. Thank you again for bringing me Harry,” I said with a big smile. “You’re welcome. I’m glad I was able to bring you out for the night,” his dimple appeared causing my heart to flutter. We grew quiet and all I could think about was how we danced together at the party. I couldn’t help this smile that wouldn’t leave my lips at the thought.

“You didn’t mention you were going to do a speech tonight,” I broke the silence and turned to look at him. “Well, I didn’t really plan on the speech. When I was on my way to pick you up, Alessandro called me and mentioned bringing me on stage. So I just kind of made it up on the spot,” he blushed and ran his slender fingers through his perfect curls. I smiled slightly at the thought of Harry just making something up and it being so meaningful. “It was really sweet of you to mention me in the speech you know,” I said nudging him playfully and he started to laugh nervously. “Well, I know that you have been through a lot and I wanted to share my special night with someone that was just as special to me,” he said softly and placed his hand on my exposed knee. I felt like I could melt at his touch.

“You know, I’ve been thinking a lot tonight,” he said looking me dead in my eyes. “Thinking about what,” I asked nervously as I held his eye contact. “I know that you have been through a lot from your last relationship. I couldn’t stand to see you so upset after how he controlled you and cut you off to everyone who loves you,” he sighed looking down to where his hand rested on my knee. He moved his thumb in small circles and I could feel the tears stinging my eyes. “I was hurt and angry at what he did to you. It was unfair to you. I know that it has messed with you and your confidence. I noticed it tonight,” he found my gaze again and I felt my heart in my chest start to swell. “W-what do you mean,” I asked as my voice cracked.

“You were nervous for everyone to see you as beautiful. You were too in your head about all the models and designers being at the party. But as soon as you had a few drinks and started dancing with Helen, you just let go. You were radiating so much energy and so much beauty. It was like you were golden,” he smiled to me and I felt my face begin to heat up. “Y/N, you have no idea how beautiful you really are,” Harry brought his hand to my cheek and rubbed the pad of his thumb across it. I was at a loss for words. “I know this is a far stretch but I really truly care about you and love you so much. We have known each other for years now. You have been there for me through every up and every down. I can’t thank you enough for everything you have done for me. I know that you’re scared to fall in love again. And, I don’t want to ruin our friendship… but I think I’m falling in love with you Y/N… I want to make you truly happy and I want to show you how beautiful you really are,” his words were almost a whisper.

I felt myself lean in closer to him and his smile grew bigger. I giggled and brought my hand to rest on his cheek. “I’m scared to fall but if you are there to catch me, I wouldn’t mind falling in love with you,” I smiled and he pulled my lips to his. The kiss was something that I had been waiting for all these years. Why did we wait so long for this to happen? It was like a flame had been set ablaze as soon as our lips touched. It was something so magical. We just kept kissing each other until we were out of breath and pulled apart slowly to rest our foreheads against each other. Harry smiled to me and kissed my nose. I giggled and hid my face into his neck. “Would you like to stay with me tonight? We can do whatever you want,” he said and rubbed my back gently as we snuggled into each other’s embrace. I smiled to myself at thought about what we should do at his place.

“I would love to stay with you. Can we cuddle and watch a movie,” I asked looking up at him. I wanted to take things slow and just enjoy each other’s company. “Cuddling and a movie it is love,” he said grinning down at me. I giggled and kissed his lips again. I could kiss him forever if I knew his lips were that soft before. He ran his fingers through my hair as he looked into my eyes. “You mean everything to me,” he whispered and I couldn’t help but blush for the hundredth time tonight. “Why are you so good to me,” I asked looking into his eyes searching for an answer. “Because you deserve something good in this life,” he smiled and kissed my forehead gently.

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jaeffrey77 · 5 years ago

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Before you read this “little” piece, I’m sure in recent times it’s been quite hard for all of us in one way or another. It sucks what’s happening around the world but I hope you all are able to spend time focusing on things you enjoy, even if for a few minutes a day. I’m sending much love to you all, stay safe and take care of yourselves. <3

Request: can I have jaehyun imagine angst but happy ending. To be specific, I want there's a scene where jaehyun and I have a fight because I misunderstood about him cheating on me with another female idol,,

Genre: just like in the request, angst but happy ending

Words: 3,3K

Jaehyun was never one to talk about his schedules too much with you. He did mention them here and there but unless you asked, he didn't speak about them much. One of the things he liked about spending time with you was the fact that he could forget about his work for a while when needed. But as you came across a recent variety show appearance of his that you had not heard once leave his mouth, you were a bit surprised.

Wondering how come it had never come up in conversation before, you became more and more curious with the thought of him possibly trying to hide it from you.

As you saw which other guests had been invited, your suspicions got stronger. A female idol had also joined the episode. On any other occasion you wouldn't have thought twice about it, but knowing that there were currently rumors going around about this certain female idol dating Jaehyun, you could not be helped but be suspicious.

Your finger hovered over the video, not knowing whether you should watch it or not. On one hand, you were always up for watching his variety show appearances, you loved the fact that he was being invited to these shows and get more recognition. Watching them made you feel proud of how far he had come.

But on the other hand, you were afraid of what was to come. Jaehyun hadn't mentioned the appearance once. He always at least mentioned what his schedule entailed. There had to be a reason he hadn't said a word about it.

Curiosity and suspicion got the best of you, and you clicked on the video. You had to see how it all turned out.

Not even ten seconds in of Jaehyun as much as appearing on the screen with the female idol, someone in the background could be heard mentioning the rumors and making jokes about them.

Your hold on the phone got tighter, your jaw tensed but you tried to brush it off. The hosts of the show had a knack of teasing their guests in such a way.

During the episode, the hosts would try and milk answers from the two idols here and there, asking if they were indeed dating. The two would try to just barely avoid answering, not giving a clear no or yes answer.

It was also brought up that the two had been working on a project together, a collaboration and that both had experienced their willingness to work together more. They seemed to have been getting along quite well, even been seen on an outing with other people there as well.

The hosts also mentioned the two's visuals and how they both looked so good. Individually and also together. They complimented each other just by sitting side by side.

Although you would have loved not to, you could not help but agree. They both did look amazing, and together on screen they were shining. Their chemistry worked, it did seem like they were quite close.

Throughout it all, you began reading too much into their body language, how they'd react to each other.

More often than not, Jaehyun's gaze would wander when listening to another person. Not wander in a way that he'd look like he's not listening, eyes not focusing on anything for more than two seconds, but he never had much eye contact with the person speaking. With her though, he would often just look at her, stare at her with a look on his face that made your heart clench in your chest. It all felt too real.

There was even a time in the show when they made the girl do aegyo and her victim just happened to be Jaehyun. He was usually relatively calm when reacting to others doing aeygo but with her acting all cute in front of him, he even stood up from his seat, shaking his head and smiling while saying he could not handle it. He seemed to be getting quite shy around her.

Although it hurt to be watching the episode, seeing your boyfriend look at someone else with such fond gazes made your heart ache, yet you continued until the end, needing to see everything until it was over.

You wished you could have heaved a sigh of relief after the episode, but you felt no such relief wash over you. If anything, you felt more anxious than before.

Although you knew it was a bad idea, you had to go look for what people were saying about them.

Of course there were a lot of people not happy about it but since nothing had been confirmed or denied yet, the hate wasn't as bad as it could get. For now, it didn't seem like it was affecting either of their careers in a bad way. It was just widely talked about, the appearance was throwing fuel to the fire.

What hit hard, were a handful of comments saying how cute they were together. People were expressing their permission for the two to date, they kept pointing out the way Jaehyun looked at her, the way he got shy around her... They pointed out every little thing you had taken notice of while watching it happen.

Some of the comments were mentioning how they had allegedly been seen leaving the studio together, gotten into the same car before driving off.

You didn't realize you were zoning off with all the possible outcomes of why they would be getting in the same car together until your phone buzzed in your hand. You saw an incoming text from none other than Jaehyun himself. Speak of the devil...

A part of you wanted to throw the phone, having had enough of dwelling on the possibilities of the rumors being true. You resisted the urge though and opened the message. It read, "I'm free of any schedules now. Sorry it took so long. I'll be there in like 20"

You nearly grimaced, not really knowing how you'd handle seeing him so soon. The images of him and the female idol would not leave your head. It all seemed too real.

"Was it really only schedules that kept you busy?" You ended up replying.

You finished with a harsh press on send, grinding your teeth as he read the message. As you saw him typing a message you nearly held your breath, waiting for his reply.

It was taking him a long time to answer. You began to fear maybe he was coming clean about everything. Maybe your suspicions weren't so wrong after all, maybe something was going on between them and you had just caught him.

To your surprise, the message ended up being much shorter than you had anticipated based on the time it took to type it down. You wondered how many times he typed down a message, only to delete it again, wondering if he should say whatever was on his mind.

"Huh?" The message read simply.

Your jaw clenched again at such a simple word if you could even call it that. After all that time waiting you got a simple question shot back at you. For some reason, that really irked you, knowing he had to have something more to say, yet he decided to keep it to himself.

You only tossed your phone to the side, wanting to completely forget about it all for a while.

To distract yourself, you began cleaning up a little. You weren't sure whether Jaehyun would still be coming over after your little interaction through texts. Maybe he sensed you were in a bad mood and wanted nothing to do with you. You thought maybe he would use this opportunity to ditch you for someone else.

While failing in your task to distract your mind, you ended up getting lost in thought once again. You couldn't help but imagine the worst-case scenarios, in how many different ways the news could be broken to you.

You didn't realize just how long you had been dwelling in such thoughts until you heard the sound of your doorbell ringing. Suddenly you were very aware that you might have to face Jaehyun now. It was very likely that he'd be the one waiting behind the door.

You reluctantly got up and walked up to the door, opening it and being met with the familiar eyes of none other than your boyfriend, as of now.

He tilted his head, smiling softly. "Hey," he said softly, already waiting for you to greet him with a hug or a kiss.

You stayed still, adverting your gaze from him. Suddenly looking him in the eye seemed too hard to do. All the thoughts you had suddenly became much more real. The way he had stared at his fellow idol with such a fond gaze just like he showed you just moments before, it all came back and much stronger.

"What's wrong?" Jaehyun asked, taking it upon himself to open the door all the way and step in, opening his arms to wrap you in their comfortable hold. But as he barely grazed your shoulder with his fingers, you pulled away from him. "Baby, what--"

"Don't you have something to tell me?" You finally asked, interrupting him from talking any more. You couldn't just stand there and stay quiet any longer. You had to know what was up.

Jaehyun didn't seem all that surprised. He sighed in such a way that it made you think maybe he knew this day would come. He closed the door behind him, looking you straight in the eye apologetically. "Come on, let's talk," he said, placing his hand gently on your back and guiding you towards the couch where you could sit down and have a talk.

You found Jaehyun being too calm for such a situation. All the anger and sadness you felt had disappeared for the time being as confusion set in. More questions began swirling in your mind. Most of them revolving around how he could be so calm.

You sat down, eyes on him as he settled on the couch with you. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees as he stared off into the other side of the room, presumably thinking how to start.

"Okay," he began, rolling his shoulders and letting out one last huff. "First of all, I understand that you're mad, I was planning on telling you sooner I just... didn't know how to."

"You... You were planning on telling me?" You asked, "Then why—"

"I was, I swear. I didn't want you to find out on your own but I just... didn't know how to talk to you about it."

"How long has this been going on?" You asked, scared of the answer already.

"I mean, technically it all started a couple of months ago..."

"A couple of months?" You asked, "This has been happening for months and you couldn't find a good time to tell me in that time?"

The confusion was still there, but now you were beginning to feel the anger that had subsided a while ago. It was coming back, all the emotions. The more words left his mouth, the worse you felt.

He looked at you again, that same apologetic look on his face. But he was still surprisingly calm. It infuriated you.

"How can you be so calm?" You asked, voice rising in volume. "Do you not feel guilty about this at all?"

He sighed, running his hand through his hair before turning to you again before clasping his hands together in a small apologetic gesture. "I'm sorry, okay? If I knew you'd get this upset, I would have told you instantly."

"If you knew—" You began but stopped abruptly as you thought about what he had said. The way he was talking made you wonder whether or not you were talking about the same thing. Surely not... "Wait... what are you talking about?"

Jaehyun looked at you with his brows furrowed, he tilted his head in confusion. "Huh? What do you mean?" He asked but since you didn't elaborate, he continued. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about you fucking cheating on me, that's what I'm talking about."

"Ch-cheating on you?" He asked, eyes wide as if he had just seen a ghost. "Wh-what do you mean?"

"Come on, it's all over the news. Did you seriously think I wouldn't find out?"

And suddenly it looked like all the puzzle pieces had been put together in Jaehyun's mind. A look of realization flashed over his face. It didn't take long for that look to turn to an irritated one.

"Wait, you think I'm cheating on you?"

"Well how else do you explain everything that's been going on? The articles? The appearances? You meeting up in your free time?"

"You shouldn't believe everything you read online."

"Well, it's not all about just reading. It's what I saw that confirmed it."

"Is it the appearance from—"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, huh? Yet you still act surprised that I caught you."

"Caught me doing what?" He asked, eyes sharp, staring at you with a hint of anger in them. "Because I sure as hell have not been cheating on you."

"Then how do you explain—"

"I can't believe you actually think I'm cheating on you."

"Are you really trying to make me feel like the bad guy in this situation? You still haven't explained what this all is about since you seem so sure that I'm just paranoid."

"I'm more than happy to explain if you could just let me talk," he said through gritted teeth, clearly angry yet trying to remain calm.

You wanted to bite back, say something in return but for once you shut your mouth, waiting for him to give his best to try and explain himself. You leaned back, practically being swallowed by the soft cushions of the couch. You looked down at your lap, avoiding his gaze while waiting for him to speak up.

Jaehyun went on to explain how SM and his fellow idol's company had agreed to fuel the dating rumors to distract the public of other things going on behind the scenes and also to gain more attention on the idols and their respective groups. There were some secret plans from both companies that had recently been spread to the public. Wanting to keep them on the low, they had decided to try and distract the fans with something else, a possible dating scandal.

Jaehyun also made sure to add that he and the idol, in reality, didn't get along all too well which made you a bit happier than it probably should have. It brought you some sense of relief to know it was all fake. The chemistry, the interactions, everything.

"Are you serious?" You asked, not only still the tiniest bit apprehensive about whether to believe him or not but also baffled by the fact that the companies would do such a thing.

Jaehyun nodded.

"That's insane," you retorted, shaking your head in disbelief. "Isn't it too risky for your career to do such a thing? Knowing how dating scandals affect idols' lives..."

"Well, it's being kept under control. If it does get out of control... I don't know. But the plans should soon be publicly revealed, so this shouldn't be going on for too long."

You could sense that Jaehyun was feeling a bit tense about the whole situation but tried his best to conceal it. He couldn't hide it from you, though. You saw how the whole situation was affecting him based on how his face fell and the slightest pout formed on his lips.

"It must be stressful for you to have been put in such a position," you said, voice much softer than before. You reached out to rest your hand on his, squeezing it gently. "I'm so sorry."

He sighed, not quite responding to your touch. "Yeah it sucks but..." He looked up at you, eyes finding yours instantly. "I'm honestly more disappointed to hear you thought I was cheating on you."

Suddenly a pang of guilt hit you, struck straight into your heart. You felt bad for making such an assumption and jumping into conclusions based on rumors. This wasn't the first time in the duration of your relationship that there were rumors about him dating another idol, but it certainly was the first time it had gone so far. You couldn't help coming to such a conclusion, especially when it had been going on for quite some time and Jaehyun had decided to keep so many things related to the rumor a secret from you.

"Can you really blame me for thinking that?" You asked, frustrated that it was all just a misunderstanding and you still had to talk things through. You couldn't just sweep it under the rug and pretend it never happened.

"Yes, I can. And I will," he answered, unwilling to take a step back and give up. "I can't believe you thought I was cheating on you!"

"You were so secretive! You should have told me that this was happening!"

"But I didn't know how to."

"What do you mean you didn't know how to? Just say it! All of this could have been avoided if you had just come out and told me. Why would you keep it a secret?"

"I was... I was waiting for the right time. And trying to figure out how to bring it up."

"You had so many chances. Every time I asked how your day was or how work went, you could have just told me."

"I... Could have just told you," he repeated slowly as if finally coming to the realization that this indeed could have been handled in such a simple way. No need for waiting for the right moment or coming up with the perfect way to let you know.

"Yes, you could have," you said, scooting a bit closer to him and grasping his hand in yours, "You dummy."

He turned to you with a slight glare. "Sure, maybe I could have dealt better but don't forget that I'm still upset you thought I was cheating on you."

"I know... And I'm sorry for that."

He nodded, accepting your apology. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer. "I'm sorry too. For not telling you."

Instead of saying anything, you laid your head on his shoulder and snuggled up to him, wrapping your arms around him.

"Now that I think about it, I can't believe I thought you were cheating on me either. I mean... You'd never find anyone as good as me so why would you risk that?" You joked, giving him a wide smile.

He couldn't help but break into a smile as well. "Well, you're not wrong," he replied, much different from what you thought. "I love you," he said softly, hoping to end the fight with the three powerful words you'd never get tired of hearing. No matter how many times he said them.

"I love you, too," you replied, squeezing him a bit tighter. "So... how was work?" You asked, wanting to leave the fight behind and move on to talk about other things.

And so Jaehyun began talking about his day, relieved not having to keep so many things secret anymore.

You were relieved too. Not only for finding out the truth which debunked your assumptions but also for the fact you both had learned something new. You learned to have a bit more faith in your boyfriend and try not to be so easily swayed by rumors despite how real they might seem and he learned to be a bit more forward and honest with you.

And most of all, you both learned that you need to communicate better with each other. Although fights are awful and leave people feeling like crap, they do sometimes bring people closer together especially if they're able to reconcile. And that's exactly what happened to you. This all, though an unpleasant experience, brought you two closer together.

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selfhelpskillss · 4 years ago

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Signs A Girl Is Jealous And Likes You: How To Know If She Has A Crush

Men may have a headache when it comes to understanding a woman’s behavior. Even if she’s in love, she shows her feelings well.

Even when she’s into you and angry whenever you meet up with another girl, she doesn’t show that she cares. How to know if she loves you or not? What are the signs a girl is jealous and likes you?

Self Help Skills will reveal ten signs that your girl may have when she’s envious. Let’s read on to discover!

Signs A Girl Is Jealous And Likes You:

Most women show their jealousy clearly. If you care enough, you may find it easy to figure out if she’s jealous and likes you or not.

How to read people’s body language?(https://selfhelpskills.net/how-to-read-body-language/) Just focus on their behaviors, and things come clear.

1. Her mood changes when you mention another girl

How to tell if a girl is jealous of you talking to another girl? Just imagine that you and a lady are having a conversion. Everything goes smooth until you mention another woman. Immediately, her mood changes into a negative one.

If you keep on mentioning that girl’s name several times, the lady may just reply shortly. She may change her voice tone as well. In this case, she is implying that she wants to end this topic.

You can stop talking about that woman. On the other hand, you will be more certain about this sign by keeping the topic.

The more annoying she is, the more she’s jealous and likes you.

Her mood changes when you talk with another girl

2. She comments negatively about other girls

A girl receives lots of hate if she’s perfect. Often, most hatred comes from other girls.

How to tell if a girl is jealous? When a girl likes you, she becomes offensive to all the girls you talk about. She tends to make nasty comments about those girls.

If she wants you, there’s no doubt that she’s jealous. Talking bad about others makes her feel like she’s the best option for you.

If you notice a girl who often gives terrible comments about other girls in front of you, there’s a high chance that she feels insecure. The only explanation for this feeling is that she’s jealous.

3. She tries to flirt with other guys in front of you

How to tell if she’s trying to make you jealous? Once she’s jealous, she wants to make you jealous too. She may start flirting with some men to see whether you mind or not.

There are two cases you may see. First, she tends to mention the man’s name in front of you. This way looks like the one she gets jealous of when you talk about another woman. Second, you often come across her with that man. She’s trying to let you see that scene.

She needs to observe your reaction to check how you feel when she’s with a guy, not you. If she doesn’t like you, what does she do it for?

She flirts with another guy in front of you

4. She asks a lot of questions

Caring and eye contacts are signs of female arousal body language(https://selfhelpskills.net/signs-of-female-arousal-body-language/). She’s curious about everything you do. She may ask if you have eaten or not, what you plan to do this weekend, or what you like to wear.

She also tries to show that she has the same hobbies as you. Sharing something in common makes the gap between you two shorter.

Of course, her biggest concern is your relationship status and your ideal type. These questions may be weird. If a girl dares to ask you those, she must like you so much.

5. She tries to approach you

Wherever you are, you can easily find her there. She always stands next to you, laughs at your jokes, and invites you for lunch.

Simply, when you love someone, you want to stay beside them. If there’s a girl who tries to approach you, she’s undoubtedly into love.

Standing beside you is also a sign of jealousy. She wants to detect every girl in your sight. Moreover, being with you all the time makes others think that you two are a pair.

She tries to be in your sight

6. She interacts with you on your Facebook

No matter what Facebook you use, she’s on your friend list. She is the first one to react and comment on your post. She shares exciting articles or memes on your wall. And, one sure thing she’ll do if she likes you: reply immediately to your message.

Following your status means she’s defending her insecure feeling. She wants to keep an eye on you to make sure there are no girls to approach you.

7. She wants your attention

Do you two often end up going out alone? Perhaps she searches for any opportunity to start a conversation with you. Maybe she just wants to speak late at night.

Once she has more interaction with you, you likely feel empty when she’s not around. It must be a sign she likes you.

Your attention on her may minimize your eyes on another girl. The more she’s jealous, the more she wants you to look only at her.

8. She tells lies

Girls are very good at disguising their feelings. Most males have no understanding of why they behave in the way they do. When a woman is envious, you’ll usually get surprising replies to simple questions.

How to tell if she is jealous? For example, she always says, “I’m fine,” when you notice her mood changing. She doesn’t want to talk about things that make her annoyed. Hence, she tells lies to avoid your attention.

9. She’s always busy

When girls are envious, they may pretend to be busy to avoid being forgotten.

When you’re out with your buddies, and you keep chatting to another female, there’s a chance she’ll pick up her phone. She acts like she’s focusing on her phone, scrolling through her social media profiles.

Being busy is another lie without having to speak. Women are scariest when they keep silent.

She pretends to look at the phone

10. She waits for your excuse

It’s all your fault for making her angry. When a female is jealous of you, she won’t be able to stay silent for long. She’ll become concerned about your actions.

Is she sending you direct messages for almost every post you publish? Is she reacting and commenting to get your attention?

All of these are indicators that a girl is jealous yet likes you. She must miss you so bad. Making her wait for your apology is also a tip for how to make her miss you badly(https://selfhelpskills.net/how-to-make-her-miss-you/).

Ten signs above show that your girl is jealous and likes you. However, she may have some different indicators for her jealousy. How to know all of them? The answer is in the next section.

How To Read A Woman’s Mind?

How to know if a girl likes another girl? How do you ask someone to be your girlfriend?(https://selfhelpskills.net/how-do-you-ask-a-girl-to-be-your-girlfriend/) Learning about a female’s body language and behaviors is a challenging task. To explain how a woman may feel when she’s in love, Kate Spring has written a book and converted it into an online program called: https://selfhelpskills.net/the-obsession-method-review/.

For males, this method is an intriguing program. It researched women’s psychology before writing it down in a programming language. Men can then approach the ladies they like more closely.

This approach is fantastic since it doesn’t ask you to have a beautiful personality or anything unique.

As a result, you may use the technique whether you are overweight or skinny, ugly or gorgeous. The tips on how do you ask someone to be your girlfriend are also available in the program.

The fixation approach, as the name indicates, allows you to make her obsessed and fall in love with you.

Conclusion

We have shared with you ten signs a girl is jealous and likes you. Although a woman will hide her feelings when she’s in love, she will do something to show her care for you. Jealousy is the most apparent indicator of love.

If she’s jealous, she loves you for sure. Hopefully, you will find this article helpful on our website: selfhelpskills.net.

Thank you for reading!

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shamefullymadethis · 5 years ago

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Fight For You (Bakugou x Reader)

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Decided to do a random number generator and choose 2 prompts from this list :) I hope you all enjoy.

Prompt:

6. “I can’t breathe”

7. “I hate how much I love you”

Word Count: Around 2.5k

Warnings: Angst, fighting/sparring, says crap once (lmao)

You wouldn’t say that what you felt for Bakugou was just platonic, in fact quite the opposite.

You and Bakugou have been friends for a while now. During the sports festival you ranked pretty well, got some offers, and somehow found yourself entering Class 1-A. To say you were overwhelmed by the eccentric class at the time would be an understatement. Shortly after introducing yourself to the class your teacher Aizawa decided to take a nap and gave you time to talk to everyone. You were immediately greeted by a short purple haired boy, and a taller blonde one with a black streak that ran through part of his hair. Their energy seemed to know no bounds, and you felt quite uncomfortable with the comments that came from the shorter one. Instinctively you brought your hands in front of yourself to try to cover yourself as he made you feel almost naked. But that feeling didn’t last long before you saw someone from the back of the class make his way towards the two that blocked the way to a seat. With a loud remark of, “OI!” he slammed his fist onto each of their heads. They doubled over, and you looked back up to see who you recognized as Bakugou Katsuki from the festival.

“Ah! Thank you for helping me out,” you started to say before his eyes met yours.

You aren’t sure what you did, but he almost seemed to be glaring at you. For a moment you thought you saw him look you up and down, but soon realized he was sizing you up. He let out a “hmph” while he shoved his hands into his pockets and trailed back to his seat. Over time it became clear why Bakugou won at the festival. He had a competitive nature that went beyond just a want to win. He wanted to be challenged more than anything. You watched his frequent fights with Midoriya and Todoroki, and found yourself tinged with jealousy. From then on you started working harder everyday to try and be someone he could view as competition. You were gifted with the quirk of shock absorption. You frequently sparred with Kirishima to train yourself and strengthen your endurance. You spent all your free time training your physical abilities and studying fighting techniques. You even started waking up early to begin training before anyone else got up, and this gave you the prime opportunity to talk to Bakugou. He was also an early riser, presumably for the same reasons. The first few times he wouldn’t even spare you a glance, but over time he began to acknowledge your existence. Starting with a nod as a greeting, to waving before he left to train, to some quick banter before he left.

Those mornings that you saw him started to become fuel to your competitive fire. One morning as he was getting ready to leave after your morning talk, he paused at the door.

“Hey, are you going to train now,” he asks without turning around.

“Yeah actually, I’ve been going every morning,” you state.

He turns to look at you with a brief moment of shock before replying, “Well if you want we could spar. Your quirk is shock absorption right? That should be a good match for my quirk.”

You felt a warm feeling burst from inside you, almost like butterflies in your stomach. You give a quick nod and bite the inside of your cheek to stop the smile that threatened to take over your face. You lost at that time and it was extremely disappointing. You figured he wouldn’t want to spar with you, or that he saw you as not worth the time. But the next morning he stopped by the door again and stared at you.

“You coming or what?”

This time around you couldn’t have helped the grin that spread across your face. You nodded and caught up to him. It became routine to spar with Bakugou in the mornings, and you found yourself eventually starting to become a strong competitor against him. After your spars you would sit there and critique each other on form, technique, and how to improve next time. After a couple weeks of this, you even started talking about yourselves. You had the opportunity to listen to the story about the origin of his competitive nature. You learned about his distaste towards Midoriya, his fierceness towards All Might (which you would call admiration, but he wasn’t going to easily admit that), and even some of his insecurities.

You found that the fire in your stomach started to turn from competitive into something along the lines of admiration. You started to pick up on the little things about him like how his true emotions are always briefly shown across his face, how he flexes his hands when he talks about something difficult, how he tries to hide these things by putting his hands in his pockets. You started to interpret everything he did differently, and what might’ve been seen as pure aggression to his classmates is seen as extremely expressive and emotional to you. Slowly but surely you found yourself starting to fall in love with these little things, and in turn in love with him.

Which leads you to now. You wake up early as usual and get dressed in a gym uniform before heading to the common area. You see Bakugou, but this time he isn’t standing like he usually did. He is pacing around the room impatiently with his hands in his pockets, and immediately upon seeing you he walks up to you quickly.

“What took you so long,” he asks fervently.

You check the clock on the wall and reply, “This is normally when we leave?”

He yanks a hand out of his pocket and grabs yours. He starts to drag you out the door.

“Whatever,” he responds while facing away.

You found that within the last week or two Bakugou has been acting strange. It started when you had finally won against him in a spar. Afterwards he smiled and seemed proud of you, but soon after shook it off and acted like it was nothing impressive. But you knew him well enough to understand what he truly felt, or so you thought. But since then you found that he’s been more impatient, and fighting even harder during your matches. Nowadays you are both left out of breath and exhausted.

You get to the gym and he puts down his bag quickly before realizing that he’s still holding your hand. He quickly lets go and shove his hand back into his pocket, and for a moment you could’ve swore you saw a blush creep onto his face. You get set up in your positions and stare at each other. Normally you wait for Bakugou to throw the first punch, so that you can take that time to prepare yourself to absorb it. But this time he wasn’t budging, he almost seems hesitant. You raise an eyebrow and open your mouth to ask him about it. But before you even get the chance to say a word he charges at you, and you quickly put your arms up to block what comes next. He swings hard and you get pushed back a couple feet. As soon as you look up to see what to do next he comes at you again with another punch. This time you aren’t prepared for the swing and get knocked to the ground. He stands a couple feet away, fists ready for the next swing. Something was different about this fight. You quickly gather your bearings and start to run in the opposite direction, and he quickly follows.

“Don’t run away from a match,” he shouts from behind you.

You don’t give him a response and instead wait for him to catch up before you quickly jump straight into the air. He swings at the spot you were just at before turning his gaze upwards to realize you are now above him. He tries to recover himself by quickly turning to face towards you, but before he can react you quickly slam your feet down onto his chest. Bakugou knew you were a defensive fighter, so seeing you take the offense is a shock. His back crashes onto the ground and bounces back up as he gasps. You stand above him, feet on either side of his waist and your fist ready to swing.

“I can’t breathe,” Bakugou gasps from underneath you, eyes clenched.

With that comment, a look of shock comes across your face as you begin to lower your fist. His eyes shoot open and he grabs your legs quickly and pulls them from under you. His knee comes up as you fall and connects with your back. You grit your teeth before tumbling to the ground. You prop yourself up with one arm and see him run at you. You quickly grab his fist as he throws a punch again, and use the momentum to swing him above you. As he swings above you, you find yourself caught as he is now grabbing your wrist. You reach another arm up to try and get him to let go, but he grabs your other arm. You both somersault across the floor before you find yourself on your back looking up at him, and you’re both heavily breathing and sweating. You try to move your legs and he quickly responds by moving his feet to lock your feet to the ground. You struggle against him for a moment, thrashing in any direction your body will let you. You feel his grip tighten on your wrists, and you look up to his face to see a look of what seems like pain. But this time he meets your eyes, and his expression doesn’t falter.

“I hate it!” He exclaims with the pained expression he’s wearing.

“What? Bakugou what-” you start to say.

“I hate how much I love you!” He shouts as his shoulders start to shake and tears well up in his eyes.

You feel a wave of emotions wash over you. You try to comprehend what some of them are as his arms give in and his head rests on the ground by your shoulder. You feel love burst from your gut and fill every part of your body. You feel sadness take over for a moment in reaction to his pained expression. The last feeling to flood over you is anger.

“Well I hate how much I love you too!” You yell back at him. He quickly sits back up and stares at you. The empath in you causes tears to well up in your eyes as one of his falls onto your face. He shows you a face of shock, and again holds no reservations in doing so.

“I’m always trying so hard,” you start to explain as your voice breaks, “I saw how much you fought. I saw how much you try. I saw you work so hard to beat Midoriya and Todoroki, and I,” you find your throat closing a bit making it even more difficult to get the next words out, “I wanted you to see me. I wanted to be someone who motivated you.”

Tears start coming down your face, and Bakugou is still above you in silence.

“I thought that was it, but it’s your fault,” you say. You see a stinged feeling flash across his face.

“It’s your fault that I love you. I didn’t go into this thinking that I’d like you this much. I just wanted you to see me, but now I want more and it’s frustrating. I finally got you to notice me, so why can’t I be happy with that… Why do I want more,” you ask as your breath starts to shake and your crying turns into small sobs.

Bakugou sits up and pulls you up with him. You sit across from each other as he holds your hands now. He gently thumbs over the backs of your hands and stares as he does so.

“There’s nothing wrong with wanting more,” he mumbles.

You continue to stare at him touching the back of your hands before he turns them over and traces your palms.

“I don’t actually hate it,” he says in a low voice, “it just scares the crap out of me.”

You glance up to his face to briefly see that his face is relaxed and tears are coming down. Instinctively you pull one of your hands away and use it to touch his check and wipe away the tears. He leans into it a bit while taking his other hand to completely envelope the hand you left with him.

“I try so hard to prove myself. I kept trying and trying because I figured I could get what I want if I just kept fighting. But then you came along,” he pauses for a moment, “and I realized that you were something that no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t have.”

He lets out a shaky breath, “When you beat me for the first time I realized that I wanted more. I didn’t want that to be it. I thought I’d be satisfied finding someone who I could compete with. But I wanted more.”

You let out a small breathy laugh, “we’re stupid.”

He looks up at you quickly with shock.

“If we both want each other, doesn’t that just mean we can be together?” You ask quietly.

His face goes blank, and shortly after he quickly brings up his arms to bring you into a hug. Your arms are outstretched behind him, but you slowly move them to hold him. You tangle one hand into his hair, and he holds you even tighter.

“We’re so stupid,” he mumbles into your shoulder.

He grabs your shoulders quickly to push you away and looks at you with a face of determination. Your eyes go wide, and you suddenly feel cold from when he pulled apart from you. But the cold feeling is quickly replaced with overwhelming warmth as he kisses you. It was short, and honestly kinda aggressive. It felt a bit like he was just ramming his face into yours. He holds you at arms length again with his face red, but this time it wasn’t only from exhaustion. You laugh and he smiles while he relaxes his body.

Needless to say that you two started dating after that. You continue to spar every morning, and when the class finds out they weren’t exactly shocked. They could see it coming from a mile away with all the time you two spent together and how much more gentle Bakugou was with you than anyone else. You two kept a competitive nature, but it went beyond that. You two finally felt complete and satisfied knowing that you had each other.

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Logan's Trip to [REDACTED]

Chapter 1: The First Ever Foreign Visitor

Logan visits one of the SCP Foundation sites, that houses SCP's of different classes. Though most of it should remain classified information, Logan is allowed to interact with the SCP's of the safe class. This is where things get much more interesting...

WARNING: Bits of the writing had to be redacted and expunged to keep names and locations classified.

Ever since I found out about SCP-999, I wanted to make a fanfic on it. It's SO CUTE!!! I WANT ONE!

Logan had brought Thomas, Patton, Virgil, and Roman all together to discuss a mostly classified trip he was going to take. Though he couldn't tell them where exactly he was going, he could tell them the name of the company and fill them in on the creatures he looked at and interacted with.

"So...how long will you be gone for?" Thomas asked.

Logan looked at his watch. "My ride should arrive at 12 am exactly, and I will be back at 12 o'clock noon, on Saturday." Logan replied.

"Okay. Very specific." Thomas commented.

"I'm aware of how specific it is. This is a highly classified trip that has been rewarded to me for...reasons I'm not aware of. But, it is a one time opportunity I could never say no to. I am very excited to go." Logan told them.

"I can't wait to hear all about it! Especially that orange goop one." Patton commented.

Logan looked at the paper he had in front of him. "I believe you mean SCP-999. And yes, I am eager to see what that SCP is like." Logan replied.

"Are there any SCP's you're nervous about?" Virgil asked.

Logan thought for a moment. "I am a little nervous of seeing SCP-173...And SCP-682. 173 being the baby thing, and 682 being the strange alligator being." Logan replied.

"Is there anything specific you're bringing for the trip?" Thomas asked.

"Yes, there is. I have been granted permission to give certain safe-class SCP's gifts. I wish to give SCP-2295 some fabric ribbon and needles. I hope to give SCP-131-a & b a couple hair accessories, or a couple toys they may like." Logan started. Patton let out an 'aww'ing sound at the cute idea. Logan continued. "I would also like to hand SCP-914 a piece of wood, and see what the machine creates out of it. To end it off, I want to offer SCP-999 a package of M&M's, and Necco™ Wafers." Logan told them.

"Didn't the Necco™ Wafers factories closed? And I thought they no longer sell them?" Thomas asked.

"They are in high demand and in low numbers, but I successful in finding a couple packages of Necco™ Wafers that were on sale on Amazon. I opened one package of them already to taste them, and determined that they weren't expired. Then, I decided to share them with Virgil, Patton and Janus." Logan explained.

"Nice!" Thomas replied.

"They were so good!" Patton exclaimed excitedly, remembering the taste of the wafers.

"They were, honestly. It was a nice treat." Virgil commented.

Logan smiled. "I'm glad you two liked them." Logan commented.

"So...how do you feel about it the transportation aspect?" Thomas asked.

"It's a lot, but I can manage. I won't be able to tell anyone how I got to the site, or how I got back. What I DO know, is that according to the handbook: I'll be taken to the site in a jet." Logan told them.

"Ooooh! Sounds fancy!" Roman reacted. Logan shrugged.

"It's certainly gonna be a new experience." Logan told them.

After everyone bid their goodbyes to the logical side, Logan calmly kept himself busy while he waited for 12 o'clock midnight to roll around.

By the time 12 o'clock had rolled around, Logan had already packed his bag and was all ready with an empty notebook and a pen. When Logan had walked up to the car with his suitcase, Logan got to see the two unidentifiable passengers that were going to drive him to the jet. The driver and the passenger were both completely bald and dressed in identical suits, with sunglasses on their faces. They looked like something out of Men In Black.

Before they left, A few precautions had to be taken: the driver had taken hold of the suitcase and his backpack, and began checking both bags for liquids, weapons and any other dangerous or illegal items. At the same time, the passenger on the right had walked up to Logan and had quickly checked him over for any harmful weapons. With Logan confirmed to be unarmed, the passenger instructed him to take off his prescription glasses. When his glasses were in his case, the security guard took them from him and placed them into a small compartment in his backpack. Then, the passenger placed an eye mask onto Logan's face that surrounded the skeleton holes of his eyes with comfortable memory foam. This memory foam helped to block out all light and therefore: all sight. Thankfully, Logan was well aware that this would happen. Logan had received a book of information that would prepare him for the trip. The book even gave him a warning that he would be blindfolded on the way to the jet location. Logan was prepared with something to busy himself. Logan had put a pair of air-pods into his pocket, and put together a playlist of his favorite songs and his favorite audio-books, to listen to on the car ride down. Though the extra precautions seemed over-the-top, Logan understood that the precautions were for the safety of himself, and the safety of the SCP Foundation. They didn't want anybody getting tortured into giving away top secret information.

Logan listened to his playlist on the way to the jet location. Surprisingly, the ride wasn't as boring as he thought it would be! It was really fun! He even went as far as to start dancing to his music on the way. Sure, the passengers might've judged him. But, Logan didn't care. They needed to know that he was human, and allowed to have lots of fun. Another surprising part, was that the car ride was shorter than he expected. By the time Logan had gotten through only half of the playlist, Logan had gotten a light nudge to the shoulder. Logan carefully took out his air-pods.

"We're here." someone told him.

Logan nodded. "Okay." Logan replied. Someone turned his head around to reach the back, and carefully removed the mask from his eyes. Logan had to take a moment to get used to the light. When he did though, travel became a little more smoother. Logan went through another quick round of body checks and luggage checks before Logan was led out towards the jet out in the field. The jet was big, but somewhat small compared to the usual airplane sizes. Logan climbed into the jet, and walked into the sitting area inside the jet. Logan smiled at the interior. It wasn't luxurious, but it wasn't poorly designed either. It was a pretty nice interior for a middle class flyer. Logan happily took a seat in one of the chairs, placed his backpack under his seat and readied himself for the takeoff. Logan couldn't wait!

Logan listened to the plane safety information that usually came with it, before hearing the flight attendant announce the jet's take off. Logan opened the window flap, and watched as the jet started rolling. Logan watched as the fields flew by faster, and faster and faster, until the plane started flying up! The ground became smaller and farther away, while the view down became larger and larger and larger! Then, the view was sadly forsaken, and replaced with fluffy clouds. Now the entire view was a mix of dark clouds and dark sky. Logan sat back in his chair, and sighed with a smile. This is the life.

A long 5 hours later, and Logan was getting ready to leave the jet! The announcer gave him the orders to fasten is seat belts, and Logan began to feel himself descending. Soon, the wheels hit the landing spot below, and slowly brought itself to a nice, perfect halt. Logan smiled and waited for the announcer to give him and the rest of the staff a go ahead to leave the plane.

"All passengers are ordered to leave the plane and descend the staircase below." Logan heard. Logan was ready. The door opened, and Logan collected his stuff and gave everyone a polite 'thank you', before walking himself down the stairs. A couple new security guards gave him his luggage, and instructed him to follow them. Logan did as he was told, and dragged his wheeled suitcase behind his back. Logan was led right into the main opening of the SCP site. A man with darker skin but similar attire to the passengers, met Logan at he entrance.

"Mr. Sanders. I'm Dr. ████, The General manager in this corporation." The man said.

Logan shook the hand. "I'm honored to be here and under your care, Doctor." Logan replied to him.

"How was the flight? Fairly smooth, I hope?" Dr. ████ asked.

"The most smooth plane ride I've ever experienced." Logan replied.

"Excellent. And can you tell me how you got here at all?" the Doctor asked.

"Nope. Not a clue." Logan replied.

"Perfect. This is a very special privilege. We wouldn't want to ruin it with unwanted leaks." Dr. ████ explained.

"Understood." Logan agreed.

"Shall we take you to your room?" Dr. ████ asked.

"Of course." Logan replied.

"24639 and 58227, lead the way." the doctor ordered.

"Yes sir." 24639 and 58227 both said. The two men began leading the way, while Logan and the Doctor talked.

"So Sanders. Are you overwhelmed yet?" The doctor asked.

"A little bit, yeah. But, it's nothing I can't manage." Logan replied.

"You're keeping in good spirits. I like that." The doctor commented. "Say, how many rumors have you heard about?" The doctor asked.

"Uuuuh...A couple. The only rumor I personally knew about, was SCP-173." Logan explained.

"Oooh. What about it?" The doctor asked.

"Barely anything. Just one leaked photo, and that it's dangerous." Logan replied.

"Okay. I just wanted to make sure I clear up some rumors, if you've heard any. But, it looks like you haven't. So, that leaves us a bit more time to talk." The doctor said.

"Okay." Logan replied.

"Are there any SCP's you'd like to look at?" The doctor asked.

"Yes, actually. I'd like to look at SCP 173 and SCP-682, if that's possible." Logan commented. "I don't wanna go into the actual room with them, but I would like to look at them through a window." Logan further explained.

"Aaah...I see. Anything else?" The doctor asked.

"Yes. I also want to look at SCP-067, SCP-294, and SCP-530." Logan replied.

"Okay. So, the World War 2 pen, the vending machine and the dog with multiple limbs. Alright." The doctor replied.

"I really wanna see SCP-131-a and 131-b. And perhaps I could see SCP-999?" Logan added.

"Of course! Those are the most playful SCP's we have." The doctor told him. Logan smiled excitedly. "And, here we are!" The doctor told him. The doctor opened up the door, and allowed Logan a chance to drop off his suitcase.

"I'm gonna let you get comfy in here. When you feel ready, just give us a call on our walkie-talkie." The doctor ordered before handing Logan a walkie-talkie of his own.

Logan looked at the walkie-talkie, put it up to his mouth and pressed the button. "I'm ready now." Logan told him.

The doctor's eyes widened in surprise. Really?! Even after all that, Logan wanted to start now?!

"Okay. Here's your map, and your key-card. Just highlight where you wanna go, and follow the map." The doctor told him. "And don't think of doing anything stupid. I have eyes on the entire building. You will be kicked out of the building site." The doctor warned him.

"I fully understand. No need to worry. I am capable of following proper guidelines and regulations." Logan replied humbly.

The doctor smiled at the man. "Okay. Just be sure to give us updates on your observations." The doctor ordered, before walking away. The Doctor truly believed he could trust Sanders. It was a nice change. Perhaps he had been blessed with a wonderful first-time tourist...

Logan opened up the map and opened up his handbook, and began highlighting the specific SCP's he wanted to check out and/or interact with. It took a few minutes, but Logan soon had a list of SCP's to visit and interact with.

Can you guess which SCP was the nearest to him? It was SCP-294. The vending machine! Logan walked himself up to the door, and used the key card he had been given earlier, to get into the door. When it opened, Logan pulled the door open and walked in. Logan walked himself up to the vending machine, and eyed up the big thing. It looked like your typical large click-and-pour coffee machine, but it came with a keyboard below the touchscreen that presented itself in the top right corner of the coffee machine. Logan walked himself towards the keyboard, and began to think of what he wanted. He could ask for any typical beverage. A soft drink, a glass of milk, an alcoholic beverage, or even a smoothie! But Logan began to wonder what other things can be made with the coffee machine.

Logan decided to test it. Logan typed the following words into the keyboard:

[Chicken nugget smoothie]

When he felt ready, Logan clicked enter. Logan watched as a paper cup fell into the machine dispenser, and produced a orangish-brown looking thick substance. Logan removed from the dispenser, and took a breath before taking a sip...Logan let out a dry heave in disgust, but stopped himself when he realized what he was actually tasting: chicken meat split up, breaded and deep-fried...Also known as chicken nuggets.

Logan threw the rest of the chicken nugget smoothie into the garbage, and smirked as he type in his new request:

[Juiced Strawberry Crofters Jam]

Logan clicked enter and licked his lips as he waited. The coffee machine spit out a paper cup, and dispensed a red-looking liquid with teensy bits of strawberry seeds mixed into the liquid. Logan took the paper cup out of the dispenser, and looked up at the touchscreen. The touchscreen had a few words displayed onto it: 'Crofters, the only jelly I will put in my belly'. Logan giggled at the message, and brought his walkie-talkie up to his mouth. "I was able to make liquefied versions of food options from the machine. Not only did I get an actual Chicken Nugget Smoothie, I was also successful in getting a liquefied, strawberry-flavored jam." Logan told the Doctor.

"Crofters?" The Doctor specified.

Oh gosh...He watches the YouTube channel..."Yup. Crofter's jam." Logan replied with an awkward chuckle.

Next: Logan moved onto the next SCP on his list: SCP-067. Logan used his key-card to unlock the door. When it allowed him in, Logan opened the door and looked inside. Inside of the room, was a table with a felt-covered wooden box. Logan looked around the room as he walked himself closer and closer to the middle of the room. In the middle, there appeared to be a wooden desk and a wooden chair. Logan took a deep breath before sitting himself down and opening up the drawer. On the inside of the wooden desk, was a built-in drawer that held pages of lined paper. Logan pulled two pieces of lined paper out of the drawer, and placed it onto the table. After taking one more big breath, Logan picked up the pen. Almost immediately, the pen began moving his hand. This was to be expected. The pen was known for taking over a person's arm until they placed it down. So, Logan allowed the pen to do its thing. The pen began to write in a pretty, but somewhat messy version of cursive. It looked like the type of cursive that had been worked on by a person for decades. This was very strange because Logan has never developed legible cursive of his own style. Logan was simply a printer, who often started every single word he wrote, in all capitals.

Logan watched as the pen continued to write out a long page of writing. As his hand was taken over, Logan skimmed through some of the writing. It appeared to have been school notes Logan could recognize from one of his high school years. The subject appeared to be science, and the writing had also recalled the following units: [DATA EXPUNGED]

When the pen was done, Logan's hand had placed the pen down and gave Logan control over his hand again. It was a strange, but interesting experience. While the pen dried, Logan kept on skimming some of the words on the page. The writing had showed him some of the chemistry and biology he had taken back then. A lot of the notes appeared to resemble Logan's...cheat sheet for the exam. Logan's eyes widened at the unbelievably accurate resemblance of his cheat sheet. Logan nodded his head slowly and nervously, before lightly pushing the paper aside and pulling out his own pencil. Using the second piece of paper, Logan described his science exam and the cheat sheet he had made at the time. He explained how the writing wasn't his own, but that the words written and the format of such words were perfectly replicated by the fountain pen, in great detail and accuracy. It was as if the pen had collected all of his high school memories of the science classes he had taken, had re-entered his mind for a good half an hour! It was strange, but very fascinating. When the ink appeared to be dried enough, Logan put the two papers together and inserted them into a hung up mailbox, for research purposes. When Logan left the room, he told Dr. ████ that the written paper was in the mailbox, and ready for analysis and research.

Next on his list, was SCP-2295. Logan used his key-card on the door, and opened it up. Upon looking inside the containment locker, Logan smiled as he gazed his eyes upon the multi-fabric teddy bear that sat onto the ground. Logan placed the key-card into the slot and removed it as he opened up the door.

"Hello." Logan greeted. The teddy bear seemed to not be asleep, but rather unresponsive. Logan closed the sliding door behind him, and knelt down a few meters away from the teddy bear. "My name is Logan. I believe your name is Kairos, right?" Logan introduced. The bear seemed to stay unresponsive for a bit...Logan slowly sat himself down in criss-cross apple sauce, and gently waited for SCP-2295 to make a gesture. After a minute of waiting, Logan pulled out his walkie-talkie and began talking into it. "This is Mr. Sanders, giving you an update. The bear appears to be unresponsive, which is unfortunate considering I brought it a little gift." Logan said.

"Can you specify what it is? Or would you like me to wait and see?" The doctor asked.

Logan waited a couple seconds for the teddy bear to do something. He was about to reply with a hint, but immediately stopped himself when he saw a small wave from the bear. Logan made a slight gasp, before answering the doctor's question with a small smile. "I'm gonna let Kairos open it up and reveal it." Logan replied. After he placed his walkie-talkie down, Logan decided to open up his backpack and gently pull out a little boxed present wrapped in fabric and ribbon. "I brought you a present. I thought you might like it." Logan told it, before gently dragging it across the floor towards the teddy bear.

Though it took a bit, the teddy bear moved his head! The teddy bear gave itself a scratch on the ear, and slowly brought itself up onto its feet. Logan's smile grew wider as he watched the teddy bear walk over to the present. The present appeared to be more than half its diameter, but quite long and wide. The teddy bear grabbed onto the ribbon with both of its hands fabric hands and pulled the bow on the top free. The bow collapsed onto the present, and allowed Kairos to unwrap the fabricated wrap. When the wrap and the ribbon was removed and pushed aside, the teddy bear opened up the box lid and pulled out the contents inside: It was fabric! Tons of different-colored fabric! The teddy bear's sewed-on smile widened as it looked at around 15 different patterned fabrics. The box also included multiple sewing thread colors! Black, pink, yellow, blue, red, even a light pink-colored thread! Kairos made an excited smile and showed off all the different fabrics he had now!

With his fabric stack all filled up for a while, SCP-2295 placed the fabric onto the floor in the corner of the room, and walked up to the generous man. Kairos reached his arms up, to ask Logan to pick him up. "You...want me to pick you up?" Logan clarified with a smile. The teddy bear nodded in reply, and reached his arms up as high as it could reach. Logan giggled and picked the guy up by the middle, like he would a toddler. The teddy bear reached his arms out in front of him this time, as if to ask for a hug. Logan didn't wait even a second, and happily gave the teddy bear a hug.

Logan had been hugging Kairos for about 2 minutes, when Kairos had taken something out of his mouth and had began...tickling him with it! Logan let out a few surprised giggles, and pulled away with an eyebrow raised in curiousity.

"Whahat are you dohoihing?" Logan asked. The teddy bear had held up a multi-colored feather with yellow at the top, and red and black at the middle and bottom of the feather. It was really pretty. "That's a lovely feather." Logan commented. the teddy bear's smile got bigger as it brought the feather onto Logan's neck and began fluttering it quickly. "Hehehehey! Thahat tihihihicklehehes!" Logan giggled, tilting his head to the side to cover up the spot. Kairos stopped the feather for a moment, and switched hands. With the feather in his right hand now, Kairos started fluttering the feather onto the right side of Logan's neck."Hahahahahaha! Stahahahahap thahahahat!" Logan told him through his newfound giggle fit. If Kairos' button eyes could've gotten bigger, Logan thinks they would've. Kairos must've discovered something new!

Logan stuck his tongue out at the teddy bear playfully. When Logan tried to get a better grip on the bear, Kairos made a jolt and dropped the feather in surprise! "Oh! Sorry, buddy." Logan apologized as he continued to grip the bear better. Amidst Logan's moving and gripping, Kairos started shaking and pushing at the fingers. Logan lifted an eyebrow. What was he doing? Logan paused his gripping for a moment, before continuing with it a second later. Kairos started shaking again and this time, it started covering its mouth with it's left hand! Logan gasped as it all clicked in his mind! "Are you...laughing?" Logan asked. The teddy bear gave Logan a small, but visible nod of the head. As a test, Logan tried squeezing the bear's side. The bear actually jumped again and began shaking with laughter! Logan's smile got wider as more puzzle pieces fit into the puzzle. "Are you ticklish?" Logan asked in a teasy voice. The teddy bear nodded back! He WAS!

Logan cradled Kairos with his left arm. When it was balanced enough, Logan began skittering his fingers all over Kairos' tummy and sides and started making ticky-ticky noises to further tease the bear. Kairos jolted in surprise and began shaking with laughter and squirming back and forth. When the bear wasn't reaching for Logan's fingers, Kairos was covering its mouth with both hand stubs to almost cover up the giggles and laughter. Unsurprisingly, Kairos didn't really have a laugh that came with a sound. Its laughter was merely shaking. Its hand-covering actually helped a little, to prove that he was laughing happily. Logan began to giggle along with the teddy bear as he tried out different spots. Unsurprisingly, the bear's big, multi-colored belly seemed to be the only spot that got it squirming and shaking the most! The sides still kept it laughing, but the squirming would lessen a bit. Logan even gave the ears a few tickles! And amazingly, the bear had covered its eyes and began rocking left and right uncontrollably! It was a very cute sight to see.

After a few more seconds of tickling, Logan stopped tickling the bear. Even though the bear didn't really have a pair of lungs, Logan still wanted to make sure he didn't go overboard. This was only a one time event. When the bear stopped its heavy breathing, Kairos lifted itself up onto Logan's arm and began giving Logan another hug. Logan lifted the bear up a bit, so it could hug Logan around the neck again. Logan gave the bear one last hug before saying good bye. The bear happily waved Logan good bye, and sat back down to resume to its inactive state. With the bear now inactive, Logan put his backpack on and left the room.

Logan pulled out his walkie-talkie as he walked. "It would appear that SCP-2295 has nerves. He's pretty ticklish." Logan told him.

"Interesting...I wonder if SCP-2295 might like SCP-999?" Dr. ████ asked to himself.

"Maybe..." Logan replied before putting away the walkie-talkie.

Walking down the hall, Logan smiled as he looked at the map. It looked like SCP-131-a/b was next! Logan walked himself up to the door, and placed the key-card into the slot. when the door opened, Logan walked into the room and walked up to a vault with a huge window that showed him the artificial teardrop-looking eyeballs. Logan made a smile when he saw that SCP-131-a & b had a Kids Road play mat on the ground. Logan watched as the two eyeballs rolled around on the rolling ball that was attached to them. They were tiny, but quite quick and observant (I mean, they are eyeballs afterall...). Logan walked up to the vaulted door, and placed the key-card into the slot. When given the right code, the door vault slid open on its own, revealing the eyeballs in its full glory. Logan walked in, gave the little eyeballs a cheerful "Hello", and knelt down to look at the little rolling balls. The eyeballs appeared to be teardrop-shaped Cyclopes. One of them was darker orange-colored, while the other was a darker, pretty yellow color. Logan smiled and gently scratched his fingernail around the bottom of the orange one's point on its head. The cyclops creature closed its single eye for a moment, and let out an electronic, cheerful noise in reply.

Wow! The eyeballs really are like house cats!

Logan gave them a small smile and offered a hand to jump onto. The orange one happily rolled itself onto his hand, and looked up at Logan. Logan carefully bought SCP-131-a up closer to inspect it. He tried caressing the left side of the eye pod, to see what would happen. Logan watched in admiration as the orange eye pod's eye dilated happily, and closed a little bit as it melted into the touch. Logan realized the orange eye pod liked to be petted too! Logan slowly moved his right hand away from the eye pod, just to make sure that the eye pod wouldn't try to roll off his hand or something.

When he felt he could trust the orange pod, Logan grabbed his walkie-talkie from his pocket, and clicked the button to talk. "Dr. ████: With your permission, I have brought a few of the safe SCP's little gifts for them to enjoy. for SCP-131-a & b, I have brought a couple customized wooden cars that I made and customized myself." Logan told him.

"Oh wow! You say you made them yourself? Okay. You can give them to the eye pods." Dr. ████ replied.

"Thank you." Logan said, before placing the orange eye pod down. Logan reached into his bag and pulled out little wooden toy cars, little pieces of black shoe lace, and little plastic rings that were meant for a toddler. Logan placed the shoelaces and the rings aside, to see what the were capable of.

"Here." Logan said, giving them each a little toy car. Both cars were a blue color, with black windows, a black windshield and grey small handles painted on. Logan had covered them in clear varnish to make them shine and keep them from breaking down. To encourage them to push it, Logan gave the car a light push. SCP-131-b looked at the car curiously, and tried pushing it with the side of its body. The yellow pod repeated the pushing, and even went as far as to roll itself around while pushing the car to go faster. Amidst the 'running', the car slipped right off the eye pod's body and slowed its rolling almost immediately. But, much to Logan's surprise, the eye pod couldn't stop itself! It didn't have a brake system! Logan covered his mouth as the eye pod hit a glass wall on the other side of the containment room. Luckily for Logan, the eye pod seemed to be okay after it shook itself off. Logan walked up to it, knelt down to the pod's level, and gave it a few pets to keep it calm. SCP-131-b gave Logan a little babble that could've been its version of saying 'thank you'. Logan smiled and began working on the cars.

Logan had a sense that because the SCP's lacked arms, Logan would need to customize the wooden toys further. Logan had actually prepared himself for such a repair. Logan pulled out the shoelace and the plastic rings, and placed them onto the ground. While one set of lace and ring was set out for the eye pods to investigate, the other shoelace and ring was being tied together, and tied the shoelace to the car. Beforehand, Logan had drilled a small hole into the car so that he could do this. But if it ended up not being needed, then it could be left there as a hole.

When he finished customizing both cars, Logan got their attention by waving the rings in the air for them to see. SCP-131-a rolled itself up first, followed SCP-131-b. Logan placed the ring around the little narrow cone on the top of the SCP's. Then, Logan gave the car a little push to encourage them to try it out. SCP-131-a was the first to go. The orange eye pod started rolling around slowly, just to test out the wooden car. When the wooden car started rolling too, the orange eye pod started going faster and faster! When the eye pod would roll itself faster, the car would roll faster as well! SCP-131-b had turned itself around to face the car, and was currently rolling around the room backwards! Logan giggled at the adorable sight, unable to take how cute and hilarious this was!

After a few minutes of having fun with their new wooden cars, SCP-131-a and b rolled themselves towards the door. Logan smiled and pulled out his walkie-talkie.

"Dr. ████, would I be allowed to let the SCP's roam the wider room with their new cars?" Logan asked.

"Of course! These SCP siblings are one of the only SCP's we allow to roam around." The doctor replied.

Logan smiled as he put the walkie-talkie away, and opened up the automatic door. Almost immediately, the two SCP's went barreling into the wider space with their car toys! Logan giggled at the silly eye pod creatures raced each other around the room. They drove around towards walls, and soon learned how to turn themselves around before they hit the wall! It was like seeing Star Wars-looking droids driving around while high on caffeine AND sugar all at once! It was really funny, and slightly fear inducing! But, they seemed to be having fun. After a few minutes of rolling around to the speed of race cars, SCP-131-a and b rolled themselves over to Logan and began babbling to him. SCP-131-a was attempting to fling the toy off its cone, while SCP-131-b was trying to help its twin. Logan smiled and removed the ring from the orange eye pod's cone. The orange eye pod began rolling around again, and brought itself over to the other door. When the yellow pod's ring was removed as well, SCP-131-b followed its twin over to the door. The two pods started jumping on the spot excitedly. Logan bit his lip. He wasn't sure if the SCP's were allowed to completely leave the perimeter...

"Hey Mr. Sanders..." The walkie-talkie talked.

Logan picked up his walkie-talkie. "Yes Dr. ████?" Logan replied.

"I think you should open the door and follow them. They want to show you something." Dr. ████ told Logan.

Logan nodded. "Roger." Logan replied before putting away the walkie-talkie. Logan walked up to the room button and clicked it to open the door. As soon as the door slid open, the two SCP's headed out the door and began rolling down the hall. "Wait up!" Logan warned them. Thankfully, the SCP's stopped and turned themselves around to wait up for their new slow friend. Logan did catch up though, and even kept his map in his bag to keep it a surprise.

Interesting enough, the eye pods stopped in front of SCP-173's door. Logan kept his key-card in his pocket, but did look inside to take a peek. The gigantic baby-looking statue was standing in the corner of the room, with its black eyes staring at him from over its shoulder. Logan's eyes widened at the size of the statue, and became more and more intimidated by it, the longer he stared. Logan took a moment to blink. When he opened his eyes, the statue had turned itself around! Its front was now facing him, and its black eyes were staring directly back at him. Logan gulped and looked down at the eye pods. Both of the eye pods were looking in SCP-173's direction. They were staring at him through the door, and making sure they didn't take eyes off him. When Logan looked at SCP-173 again, the SCP hadn't moved places at all. Logan narrowed his eyes curiously. The eye pods seemed to understand that they needed to look right at SCP-173 to remain safe. While Logan had been gaining fear from staring at it, the eye pods seemed completely un-phased by it. Logan decided to walk away from the window and keep on going.

When Logan started walking, the eye pods took their eyes off the SCP as well and sped right past Logan! They began leading Logan further down the hall, and stopped in front of one of the rooms. Logan caught up to them, and looked at the door label:

[SCP-999]

Logan immediately made a toothy smile. Logan had been waiting to see this one! But, it looked like the Eye Pods wanted to visit the slime as well! Or, the eye pods wanted to introduce Logan to the SCP. Logan pulled out his walkie-talkie. "SCP-131-a and b have led me to the chamber of SCP-999." Logan told the doctor. Logan out the walkie-talkie back into his pocket and pulled out the key-card, before placing it into the slot to open the door. When the door opened, Logan let the eye pods go in before him, so that Logan didn't have to worry about stepping on them by mistake. Logan closed the door behind him, and walked up to the chamber window. It looked like some kind of translucent orange slime. Logan smiled upon looking at the slime, and walked up to the chamber door. Logan placed the key-card up to the door. When it read it, the door slid open to reveal the orange slime. Logan looked down, and watched as the eye pods rolled excitedly towards the slime. The slime turned around to face them, revealing its black eyes and orange mouth, and happily pulled the eye pods into a big group hug. Logan smiled at the cute scene. While he waited, Logan walked further into the room and closed the door on the inside.

He pulled out his walkie-talkie. "I'm in the room with SCP-999 right now. SCP-131-a and b are hugging it happily." Logan updated.

"Do you feel 999's effects yet?" Dr. ████ asked.

Logan smiled and blushed. "I do feel some of the effects." Logan replied.

"A little warning: People have stated that the longer they stay in there with SCP-999, the more giddy and happy they get." Dr. ████ warned him.

Logan nodded. "Okay." Logan replied, before putting his walkie-talkie into his pocket again.

SCP-999 walked itself up to Logan, with the eye pods in its slime hands. SCP-131-a and b hopped off 999's hands, and rolled themselves behind Logan's feet. They began rolling and attempting to push Logan's feet closer, to meet the slime.

Logan giggled. "Okay, okay. I'm getting there." Logan told them. Logan walked a little closer and knelt himself down. "I'm Logan. I'm visiting the safe SCP's for research and tourist purposes." Logan told the slime. The slime didn't seem to get what Logan was saying. What it DID get though, was that Logan is not a very emotional person. Why, how can that be? That just won't due! A person must express their emotions. It's healthy that way!

SCP-999 brought itself closer to Logan with a smile, and brought him into a big hug with its stubby pseudo-pods. After turning himself around to face the front, Logan gasped as a sudden wave of happiness took him over. The slime was cuddling him firmly, giving him nuzzles with its cheek while making gurgling noises. If it weren't for the overwhelming feeling of happiness, Logan might've felt some awkwardness with this hug from an orange slime. But...the slime was giving him so much happiness! To top it off, the smell of cookies was filling the air as he was being cuddled! How can one feel anything but happiness when you're being cuddled while cookies are baking?!

Logan's toothy smile was impossible to wipe off, and it didn't take long for small, joyful giggles to start pouring out of his mouth. the gurgling and cooing noises the slime was making, only added to the happiness! Things got better and a little more silly, when Logan began feeling the slime suck him into the slime's body. Logan's giggles got a little louder as he felt ticklish sensations against his entire upper body, and some of his lower body as well.

"Hahahaha! Hehehehehey! Yohohohou're tihihihicklihihing mehehehe!" Logan reacted. The slime seemed to like this reaction because the tickling sensation got stronger and stronger. "BAAA! NAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHI'M TOHOHOHOHO TIHIHIHICKLIHIHISH!" Logan shouted.

The slime began letting out excited cooing noises in reply. He hasn't said stop yet, meaning he could keep going! SCP-999 began enveloping its slime around the bottom part of Logan. Now, his belly to his ankles was covered in orange slime, that was tickling him! Logan let out a long, high-pitched squeal! "WAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WAHAHAHAHAIT! NAHAHAHAT MYHYHYHY KNEHEHEHEES! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Logan yelled desperately. Logan began to lose some of his balance. So, SCP-999 brought him down with its pseudo-pods, before continuing the tickle-fight. With two of his stubs, SCP-999 managed to make them thin enough to tickle Logan's armpits. With another stub, SCP-999 continued tickling Logan's belly and his belly button. "NOHOHOHO AHAHAHARMPIHIHIHITS! GAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIT! IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAHAN'T!" Logan begged helplessly. There it was! There's the word! SCP-999 lessened its tickles exponentially, and only continued the tickling on his belly. "HAHAHAhahahahaha! Ohohohohokahahahay...thahahahahat's behehehehetteheheher..." Logan reacted as his laughter turned into giggles.

SCP-999 smiled and got off of him. The slime slid itself towards Logan's backside, and placed its pseudo-pods onto Logan's shoulders. Logan gasped at the touch, but slowly relaxed as the SCP gave it little massages on the neck and shoulders. The massages were really nice. They were a teeny bit tickly, but nothing that Logan couldn't handle. Logan let out sighs of relief as he melted into the touch. It felt unbelievably relaxing for him. It wasn't painful like most massages were. This was just a gentle, slightly tickly massage.

SCP-999 must've noticed the small smile that was showing up onto Logan's face the higher it went, because the moment SCP-999 began to massage Logan's neck, Logan bursted into giggles. "Cahahaharefuhuhuhul. Thahahahat tihihihicklehehes!" Logan told the SCP.

"Hey Mr. Sanders," Dr. ████ said through the walkie-talkie. "I don't know if you know this, but SCP-999 has also been nicknamed 'The Tickle Monster' by the staff." Dr. ████ told Logan.

Immediately following that helpful fact, SCP-999 abandoned its massages and started enveloping Logan in its orange slime! Logan immediately knew what was next. He could already feel the tickle sensations against his ribs. Logan's giggles continued to fill the room as the eye pods watched eagerly. The eye pods seemed to make Logan slightly more giggly. Why, you may ask? Because it was like having an audience! To top it off, Dr. ████ was also watching him get tickled by 'the tickle monster'.

"Ohohohokahahahay, Heheheheheh! Ohohohokahahahahahay! Thahahahat's ehehenouhuhuhugh nohohohohow!" Logan warned. SCP-999 seemed to have thought otherwise, because the SCP made a gesture that was similar to a shake of the head. SCP-999 brought an pseudo-pod up to the back of Logan's neck, and began tickling there as well. Logan let out a squeal and lifted up his shoulders. "NOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIHIHI SAHAHAHAHAID THAHAHAT'S EHEHENOHOHOHOUGH!" Logan reacted, squirming around as much as he could through the slime. Surprisingly, the slime was thick, but still movable! It...kind of reminded Logan of peanut-butter. Amazingly as well, none of the slime seemed to stick to him or detach from the SCP at all! So, Logan didn't end up with any slime pieces stuck on him.

SCP-999 began letting Logan go and making apologetic gurgling noises. Logan laid himself down on the floor and panted in exhaustion. Worried for their new friend, the eye pods rolled themselves onto Logan and jumped onto Logan's belly. Logan made a surprised yelp from the sudden feeling of pods on his belly, but quickly fell into a fit of giggles as the pods rolled themselves up Logan's ribs. SCP-131-a started letting out electronic babbles in worry.

"Ihihihi'm fihihihine. Cahaharfuhuhul whehehre yohohou're gohohoHOHOHOIHIHING! IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!" Logan reacted, falling on his back as his laughter hot louder. SCP-131-b had started attempting to climb up Logan's body, but was stuck rolling on the spot on Logan's belly. Logan's hands were squeezed into fists, as he struggled to not squirm too much to the point of knocking the pods off him. Now that Logan had let his giggles out of his mouth, he couldn't even try to push them back in. It was impossible. "GEHEHEHET OHOHOHOHOFF MYHYHY BEHEHEHELLYHYHY!" Logan begged. The yellow eye pod didn't seem to understand. So, it just kept on attempting to roll itself off the man's belly. This only made Logan's laughter continue. "THEHEHE ROHOHOHOLLIHIHIHIHING IHIHIS SOHOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAHAHAD!" Logan yelled. Again, SCP-131-b didn't understand him through all his giggles. But what 131-b DID understand, was that the blue man's belly was very bouncy.

Thankfully for Logan, SCP-999 seemed to understand him perfectly. SCP-999 slid itself over to the yellow eye pod, and picked it up with one of its pseudo-pods. With the other pseudo-pod, SCP-999 picked up the orange pod. Now that both eye pods were no longer tickling him, Logan could finally get some air. Logan stayed laying on the ground, and kept on giggling amidst his breathing. When the eye pods were placed aside safely, SCP-999 picked up Logan and engulfed him in a big, cuddly, slimy, yet comforting hug. Logan happily took the hug, and began to hug SCP-999 back. SCP-999 began nuzzling its cheek into Logan's scalp, and gently ruffled Logan's hair with a third pseudo-pod.

"Ihi lohohove yohohou too...Ihi lohove yohohou tooho, buhuhuddy..." Logan told him, giving it a few light touches on the cheek. Logan gasped at how squishy and surprisingly soft 999's face was. "You're so squishy! You're such a squishy-squish! You're such a good squishy-squish!" Logan cooed in a high-pitched voice. SCP-999's eyes widened as its smile grew wider. If it were a dog, SCP-999 would've probably wagged its tail and jumped up onto its hind legs in excitement. So in happiness, SCP-999 gave Logan a few more tickles with its pseudo-pods. One of them tickled on the neck, while the other two went for Logan's belly. "Ohohokahahay. Ihihihi gehehehehet ihihit...Yohohohou lohohohohove mehehe toohohohohoho..." Logan replied.

To further prove the SCP's love for Logan, SCP-999 tickled Logan under the chin as well. Logan made a wide smile and let out a cackle, before pulling his chin away. When his chin left the pseudo-pods' grip, SCP-999 made a forth pseudo-pod and tickled under his chin on the other side! No matter where Logan would move his head, SCP-999 would tickle his chin. Soon, Logan was letting out little snorts as well! SCP-999 AND SCP-131 a & b were all excited to hear THAT!

Even the doctor had something to say about it! "Wow! Even serious men like you can snort when tickled hard enough! No wonder SCP-999 loves you!" Dr. ████ reacted through the walkie-talkie. Unsurprisingly, this bit of teasing, along with SCP-999's cooing and gurgling noises, were all making Logan's face turn red! Logan was unbelievably embarrassed. He should've known that something like this would happen. He should've prepared himself for lots of tickles and giggles from SCP-999! But...he didn't! And now, Logan was really regretting it.

"HEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHEHE! IHIHIHIHIT'S *Snort* TOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUCH! *Snort* HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Logan yelled through his laughter.

"Okay, okay, okay. I'll help you." The Doctor replied. Logan let out a breath of relief. He was finally gonna get out of here! He loved it, but BOY, was it tiring! Logan made his body go limp as he believed he was getting free.

But suddenly, a vibrating feeling could be felt! Right on Logan's hip! Logan squealed and attempted to reach for the walkie-talkie that was in his front, right pocket. But, SCP-999 had grabbed his hands and placed them above his head! How DARE HE! That doctor is SO gonna get it!

"WAHAHAHAIT! LEHEHEHET MEHEHE GOHOHOHOHO! STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIT DOHOHOHOCTOHOHOHOR!" Logan shouted, hoping the doctor could hear him through the cameras. But, the walkie-talkie didn't stop! It just kept on going and going! The worst part, was that it was right on the hollow of his hip! That's what was making it tickle so much! The walkie-talkie was right on a really bad spot! "PLEHEHEHEHEAHASE STAHAHAHAHAHAP!" Logan begged. SCP-999 looked at Logan with a confused expression. Why was he laughing? What was making him laugh so much? Even though the SCP loved hearing his full-blown laughter, it also wanted to know what was causing it. Thankfully though, the eye pods seemed to have figured it out! SCP-131-b rolled itself over to Logan's pocket and made babbling noises at the slime. When it got the slime's attention, the yellow pod stared right at the bulging pocket. The slime let out a few surprised gurgling noises!

SCP-999 let go of one of Logan's hands, and reached for the walkie-talkie. But, Logan beat him to it. Logan grabbed onto the top of the radio, and clicked the talk button to stop the vibrations. Then, Logan pulled the walkie-talkie out of his pocket, and slid it away from him. As the walkie-talkie slid away, the walkie-talkie buzzed and vibrated all over the ground. To make matters even funnier, SCP-131-a and b took off racing after it! It was like a new toy to them, that they could chase! Logan giggled at the scene, while SCP-999 made little happy gurgle noises.

"Thahahank yohohohou, Nine-nihihine-nihine." Logan said, giving the slime a few light pets on the head. SCP-999 happily melted into the calming touch. It appeared that SCP-999 liked being given touch as well as touching others! Logan smiled at the reaction it gave him. "Ihihi have aha gihihift fohohor yohohou..." Logan told SCP-999. The slime let Logan go, and began making excited gurgling noises while bouncing around excitedly. Logan smiled and opened up his backpack. Excited to see the slime's reaction as well, Logan pulled out a pack of M&M's, and a pack of Necco™ wafers. Upon seeing BOTH of the slime's favorite food, SCP-999's mouth started watering profusely. Logan smiled and opened up the M&M's. When the smell of M&M's filled the air, SCP-999 started bouncing around, clapping its pseudo-pods together and sliding around the room.

"Wow! What a lucky slime! That slime gets to have a bedtime snack!" Dr. ████ reacted from the walkie-talkie. Logan looked over, and noticed that the walkie-talkie was right beside him now. Then, he noticed the pods, happily squirming in place and waiting for a reaction. Logan smiled happily. "Thank you." Logan said before dumping out the M&M's for the slime. After the garbage ended up in the bag, Logan reaching his hands out to give them both 'good boy' pets. Upon the invitation, both pods came barreling over to Logan for pets. Logan giggled and began caressing, petting and scratching the little guys. "You too are such good pods! Yes you are! Oh yes you are! Such good little pods!" Logan cooed in a high-pitched voice. Both pods closed their eyes happily and deeply melted into the loving touches. The hands were so soft, so caring, so delicate! It even got to the point where the pods turned themselves so far to the side, that they just flopped onto the hands. Logan tittered at the reaction, and held them up in his hands.

"You know what? How would you like to come over and visit the safe SCP's more often? I think we need a person like you, who's loving, understanding, and very playful. Often the thing the SCP's miss, is the playfulness. And you seem to have it." The doctor offered.

Logan smiled and looked up at the slime. SCP-999 offered its pseudo-pod to Logan, and Logan calmly placed the orange pod into the slime's makeshift hand. With his hand now free, Logan picked up his walkie-talkie. "I'd love to!" Logan replied.

"Excellent! Would 20 bucks an hour work?" Dr. ████ asked.

Logan blinked, confused. "...What?" Logan clarified.

"Would 20 bucks an hour work? For looking after them?" Dr. ████ explained further. "You're getting paid to play with them. This is a one-time opportunity, that's being extended under the SCP Foundation. You minus well get paid." Dr. ████ further explained.

"I...I appreciate the offer, but..." Logan attempted to reason.

"Is that a yes for hourly pay?" Dr. ████ asked.

"I- No." Logan replied.

Dr. ████ paused his speech. "...What would you like then?" Dr. ████ asked.

"I'd like to play with them for less money. Much less. Heck, I'd love to just volunteer my time." Logan told him.

Dr. ████'s eyes widened. "...Are you serious? You want to volunteer your time to play with a bunch of unknown SCP's for a few days monthly?!" Dr. ████ clarified.

Logan smiled. "Yes. As long as they're safe, I'd love to do that." Logan told him.

Dr. ████ didn't know what to say. "...Wow...I-What can I even say to that? Other than...thank you!" Dr. ████ reacted, unable to properly process the information he was hearing.

"You're welcome. I'd love to help. I love these SCP's. I don't normally form bonds with people very quickly, but this...was an extraordinary experience." Logan told him.

Dr. ████ smiled. "I'm glad you agreed to my invitation." Dr. ████ said.

"I'm glad I did too. Though, who can turn down a chance to visit a predicting pen, a surgeon teddy bear, a coffee machine with endless beverages, a couple eye pods and a happy slime? I certainly wouldn't." Logan told him.

Dr. ████ let out a chuckle. "I'm glad to know." Dr. ████ replied.

Suddenly, Logan was pulled out of the conversation by an alarm clock in the room. Logan looked at the time.

[8:30 PM]

"That's the 30 minute warning for workers. It's their time to ready themselves to head home. You can choose to leave if you want. If you are going to leave though, I'd like you to take the pods back to their chamber." Dr. ████ told him. Logan looked at the pods, and noticed they had woken up and were ready to go.

"Okay. I'm gonna take them back then." Logan told the doctor.

"Alright." Dr. ████ said. "Have a good rest then." Dr. ████ told him.

Logan smiled. "Thanks, you too." Logan replied. Then, Logan picked up his backpack, and began zipping it up. As Logan began to leave, Logan couldn't help but notice that the pods were getting slower and slower. Their eyes were starting to droop as well. So, Logan stopped in front of them, and opened up a small, front pouch. "Here. You guys can ride in here." Logan told them. Logan lifted up the orange pod first, and placed it into the pouch. Then. Logan lifted up the yellow pod and placed it in beside the orange one. When the two pods were ready, Logan carefully carried the backpack up to their chamber door. When the door unlocked with his key-card, Logan opened up the door and walked into the room. After opening up the sliding door with the key-card, Logan walked in and placed the backpack down. Logan carefully lifted each pod out one at a time, and placed it onto the kids play mat they had.

Then, Logan gave them one last good night pet before walking out the door...

#ticklefic #fluff #scp foundation #field trip #human sides #sanders sides #scp-999 #scp-2295 #scp-131 #switch!logan #fandom fusions

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leo-gold-hotchner · 5 years ago

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Ordinary -2

It’s been like two or three months I’ve posted. It’s been very hectic and I hope everyone has been safe and sound. I still have finals so, need some time to post the last part of the sinner series. I’m just hoping I don’t post next year :<

+ this is quite long so I cut a few parts so next part-3 will be shorter.

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner x Gender Neutral Reader

Edited: 18/Jan/2024

Word Count: 3.8k

Warning: not even 0.099% of romance yet

In. = Your first name Initial

“Extraordinary born with Power, and usually have one Power. However, they could develop their second or third Power. Although the development of a third Power is rare, manifesting the second Power often happens, but not to everyone. There is no superiority to having multiple Power, but such discrimination against a single Power is already long-rooted in our society. Discrimination has a long history; if you cannot think of a case, think about employment. You would easily see ‘multiple Power is recommended’ or ‘must have multiple Power’ in the requirement section. Even if there are no such lines, several studies -for example, ‘How Multiple Power Impacts Our Society’- evidently show that a person with multiple Power has a high chance of being employed or promoted. Government bureaucrats have been the most discriminating against single Power in the past, especially in law enforcement and the army. As time has changed, many bureaucrats have changed policies and have been hiring single Power, giving people opportunities. However, still, in the personal industry, multiple Power is favoured…”

‘How Having Single Power and Multiple Power Differ in Our Society’

J. Aurum & In. L/N.

-Hotch-

You once again hopped on the lift, this time with Agent Hotchner, the Unit Chief of BAU. He seemed to be a quiet man, he hadn’t said anything since they got into the lift, and you were rather thankful for that. But from time to time, you glanced at the man. He was a handsome man despite small scars that were barely visible on his face. He led you to the large office where two glassed doors with the FBI logo were guarding between the office and the aisle. People were busying themselves, though there were several empty desks. Agents minded their own business and didn't even glance your way as you followed Agent Hotchner.

Apparently, his team was already in the conference room, and he held the door for you. And your jaw tightened as you saw that bloody woman standing in the room, her arms crossed over her chest. You nearly flinched back at her glare, but held yourself, reminding yourself you have nothing to shame of and you were no less than her. You held your chin high and glared back at the woman. Other people stared at you curiously, but as you glared back at the Section Chief, you didn’t pay attention to them.

Agent Hotchner cleared his throat, and everyone’s attention returned to him, including yourself. “This is Doctor F/N L/N, and will be evaluating our Power.” Before he could continue more, the Section Chief interrupted him.

“The Doctor will accompany you for several cases.” Not only him, but you looked at her with widened eyes.

“There was no such term when you sent a request,” you refrained from growling at her. She probably added such a term to antagonise you, sending an Ord along with the team to find a criminal X. “To evaluate the BAU’s Power properly, you have to see them working in the field, Doctor. This will be the best opportunity to observe the agents’ Power. I believe at least four cases may be sufficient for now.”

Before you could argue more, the Section Chief left the conference room as if she didn’t want to be near you. She said, ‘for now’, does it mean she intended to make you stay at the bureau further? You cringed as you looked at the door where she exited. Sure, to analyse agents' Power, it would be easy to evaluate in the field, but it would also mean risk, especially for an Ord who never had field training.

“I’ll go and talk to her,” an older man stood up from his seat and lightly patted Agent Hotchner’s shoulder. “Good to see you, Doctor,” he smiled at you, then left.

Agent Hotchner sighed deeply, but soon, he introduced the team to you. “This is Penelope Garcia, she’s our technical analyst and media liaison. SSA Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau –‘call me JJ’, she smiled at you-, Spencer Reid,” he introduced them anti-clockwise, “and the man who just left is David Rossi.”

You briefly wondered what ‘SSA’ stood for, but dismissed the thought immediately for the moment. Finally, you looked at the team members whom you will be spending time in the near future. The technical analyst was the woman who looked apologetic at you in the morning. She seemed to be very friendly as she waved her hand with a welcoming smile. She must be a fashionista with her red glasses and bright outfit matching the pink ribbon on her blonde hair. Agent Morgan was a muscular man, but his smile was also friendly like the analyst's, but his upper body leaned towards the front as if he was studying you to see if he could trust you. The brunette agent called Prentiss looked calm with her back leaning on the chair comfortably; her gentle smile eased your tension a bit. The blonde agent next to Agent Prentiss was the agent who held the lift for you. Agent Jareau, though she asked you to call her JJ, you knew you wouldn’t call her JJ for some time, not until you got to know her. Just like Penelope Garcia, she gave you a welcoming smile, her stunning blue eyes recognising you from the previous encounter at the lift. Agent Reid was a young, lanky man who gave you a nod, giving you a small smile. Despite it being small, you could see it was genuine. Although you could feel he knew who you were. After all, the young agent’s eyes widened when he saw you entering the room.

“Do you want me to tell them,” the Unit Chief paused, looking straight at you, “your condition?” He hesitated as if that would offend you. It was rather cute to see a stoic-looking man looking for a proper word, avoiding your eyes for a short time not wanting to offend you. Heck, what were you thinking, thinking a middle-aged man who happens to be now your colleague being cute? You inwardly shook your head to focus on the topic.

You smiled to yourself, facing the team. “I don’t have any Power. I’m just Ordinary, unlike you.” You wondered how the team would react. Would they see you as if you’re less than dust on the floor? They blinked, their mouths ajar, but soon they nodded as if they had just accepted the fact that you were different from any of them. It was strange how these people could easily accept the fact that only one person in the world without Power was going to evaluate their Power.

“How are you gonna evaluate the Power?” Agent Morgan asked curiously without any malice. The pure curiosity just surprised you. “Are we gonna just tell our Power or write it as a report?”

“If, if you just tell me, I’ll write on my note.” You hurriedly took your working note out of your small bag, but clumsily, the note slipped through your fingers. Before your note could touch the floor, the same black shadow held the note for you. “Thank you,” you whispered to Agent Hotchner, who just nodded. “But, now I’m officially hired as an evaluator, I’m sure the Section Chief will give me your Power report. If you’re not comfortable with sharing it in an open space, you don’t have to tell me now.” The agents -except Agent Hotchner- shrugged to themselves.

“Do you have to know the Gap too?” Agent Prentiss asked, looking at you as though her fingers were playing with a pen.

“Well,” you unconsciously pursed your lips. You didn't think Gap was on the list to evaluate.

The Gap was something people didn’t want to reveal, it could be their weakness, a disadvantage tagged along with their Power. The Gap can vary, and it can be either a weakness or disadvantage or none of them at all. But, still, people hated to reveal their Gap as if they were exposing their nudes. The Gap necessarily didn't have to be related to the Power, but it always tagged along with Power. Like dark and light, Power and Gap were best mates. It was a social taboo to ask for their Gap, but you didn’t know the feeling of being asked about Gap.

“Did you report your Gap to the FBI?” Often, if the Gap didn’t affect the work, people didn’t have to report their Gap to their workplace.

“Not everyone, but I did for both of them.” Agent Hotchner replied. So, Agent Hotchner had two Power, you thought. “I can control shadows, and the Gap for that is I don’t sleep.” You didn’t see his eyes waver when you lowly muttered, ‘it must be lonely’ as you jotted down on your note. “X-ray vision, but to do that, my eyes become red.”

“Is that the reason why you wear sunglasses all the time when playing cards?” Agent Jareau joked, and he gave her a little snort laugh along with other laughing agents. “I only reported one of my Gap. Do I have to tell you both?”

“I’m hired to evaluate your Power, not the Gap,” you shrugged, “no need to tell me if you don’t want to.” Although you wondered if Agent Hotchner, being the Unit Chief, knew his team’s Gap.

“I do.” You nearly jumped in a start when Agent Hotchner replied to your thought.

“You talked out loud.” Agent Reid gave a small, understanding smile as soon as embarrassment flashed on your face. “I blabber myself a lot, especially my thoughts, so everyone here is used to it.” The young agent explained that to rescue you from your own embarrassment. “And, well, I’m a single Power but have two Gap.”

Your eyes soon lightened up at that. It was interesting to meet someone who has two Gap when they only have a single Power because it hardly happens. Usually, it was a single Power per Gap, and they were an interesting topic even in your field.

“I can see you want to dissect me,” the young agent made a mocking, horrified face.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let our Doctor dissect you into two,” Penelope Garcia winked at you. You didn’t know if she was also an agent, and didn’t know what to call her. Perhaps you should just stick with Garcia for now.

“My Power is that I can watch the dead’s memories,” Agent Reid continued after he finished laughing at what Garcia said. “The Gap is,” he paused, rather hesitant to tell you, but you gave him an encouraging nod. Whatever his Gap was, you’d not tease him or anything. “I have to drink their blood to see their last memories before their demise. I can only see their last 10 minutes of last memories, but the more I drink, the memories become clearer and more precise.” He didn’t look at your eyes as if he’d see disgust in your eyes. He must have been through some shit when others found out about what he had to do to use his Power. When he didn’t hear any disgusted groan or anything, he shrugged as he told you his second Gap. “The second Gap is an advantage. I don’t get any diseases from drinking blood.”

“Must be hard to see people’s last memories all the time,” you shook your head as you scribbled on your note. You will never understand how this agent could cope with his life, seeing all the deaths and experiencing each of them. It must be excruciating to experience dying all the time. “You don’t have to worry about anything, Agent.” You clicked your pen, giving him a small smile. You suffered storms of hardships being an Ordinary; you weren’t about to loathe the agent because he has to drink blood. “I can see your team has your back.” You saw the others’ protectiveness on their faces when the young agent told about his Power and Gap. You could easily see a family here. “I’m just curious, Agent Reid.”

“Actually, it’s Doctor,” he interjected. “Doctor Reid,” you nodded, “the memory you view, is that right before their death? I mean, if a person loses his or her consciousness before their death, do you see the last 10 minutes before losing consciousness?”

“No, the last 10 minutes include losing unconsciousness, too. So when I see the memory, it’s pitch black.” The conference room became quiet after the young agent’s quiet word, only you writing on the note could be heard.

Agent Morgan put his arm on the younger man’s shoulder in brotherly affection, cutting down silence with his cheery voice. “My Gap going to be on the report when you get it in detail. I’ve got non-penetrable body, but when I fall asleep it becomes normal.”

“Not even bullets can harm you if you’re awake?” You asked the muscular man.

You’ve seen similar Power before, but with different Gap. It was fascinating how people have similar Power but can have different Gap, there hadn’t been a proper explanation for such phenomena even now.

Agent Morgan shook his head. “But because of that it’s difficult to stitch if I get any scratch because they have to anesthetise me.”

“But that never happened before,” the brunette agent snorted.

“And never will,” the muscular man snapped his finger with a broad smile.

Before the conversation could continue more, Agent Rossi returned with a yellow file with an FBI mark on it. The gentleman had a beard around his chin, and it was slowly greying along with his hair, but he looked kind enough. His eyes shone in mischievousness, however.

“What did I miss?” The older agent passed the file to you after observing the team. “Erin wanted me to give it to you.” It was rather funny to see a gentleman with jeans and a suit jacket standing next to a man who wore a suit properly.

“Thank you.” You opened the file and read briefly of the details of the team’s Power, including Garcia’s. After hearing she was a technical analyst and media liaison, you didn’t think she also worked in the field. You inwardly chided yourself, chanting that you shouldn’t make any presumptions.

“We were discussing about our Power and Gap. Morgan, Reid and I just finished explaining to Doctor L/N.” Agent Hotchner filled Agent Rossi, who sat on the chair he previously sat. “Is that the file?”

“Yes,” you nodded as your finger moved next to each word in sentences, “if you have other things to do, you don’t have to waste your time by telling me your Power. I’ve got this now.” You waved the Power report to them.

“It’s not a waste, it’s an opportunity to avoid doing paperwork.” Agent Prentiss grinned, and others laughed, though Agent Hotchner only kept indifference on his face, a little twitch occurred on the sides of his lips.

“Then, if it’s no trouble, I’d like to hear from you rather than reading the file,” you gave them a small, polite smile, closing the file.

“I have two Power, but they’re really simple,” the brunette agent held her fingers. “One is super healing, but it only applies to physical wounds, so I still get diseases, that’s the Gap.”

“Which sucks when you get a cold.” Agent Morgan chuckled, probably remembering when the other agent caught a cold.

“Haha,” Agent Prentiss rolled her eyes, “and another power is telekinesis.” With flicking her fingers, she lifted Agent Morgan’s coffee cup, who mockingly yelled ‘hey’. “But I can only lift up to 440 pounds (approx. 200kg).”

You opened your mouth a bit, then closed it, reminding yourself that this was neither a lab nor a research facility. But the agent didn’t miss it and asked if you wanted to ask something.

“It’s not relevant.”

“But I want to know,” Agent Prentiss pouted, somehow reminding you of a cat. “You asked Reid, you could ask me then?”

“Well,” you said slowly, others, especially Agent Morgan, snickering badly at the agent’s tactic. “Did you try to lift more than 440 pounds before?”

“Yeah. I found my limit when I was in high school.” She pointed her finger at Agent Morgan. “I’m not telling you how I found out.”

He showed his hands to her. “Didn’t say anything.” Although, his eyes were twinkling as if he was plotting something. The two of them reminded you of very close siblings.

“You say telekinesis and could lift objects. Can you only lift? Have you tried to push or pull towards you?”

“Yep, only lifting I can do. If I could move it without touching it, I would’ve become really lazy.”

“But it would’ve been useful for girl’s night!” Garcia beamed. “But, is it important to know what she can do with her Power?”

You shook your head. “It was just curiosity out of academic purpose.” You tried to explain further as they were expecting you to continue.

“Have you seen anyone who has exactly the same Power as you? Including the Gap.” For a minute, they mused, then shook their head negatively. “There is similar Power, but all Power are different from one another. For example, I’ve seen a Power like Agent Morgan’s before. But she still had a non-penetrable body when she slept.” You weren’t going to tell them about the Gap, and they knew you wouldn’t. “It seems the Power balances itself so people won’t have the exact same Power. Another example is that when I studied years back, I met a girl who had telekinesis. She could not only lift, but she also could push and pull towards her. Imagine more than 7 billion people having different Power.” You weren’t sure if you explained correctly. It’s like you knew in your head, but didn’t know how to explain verbally. But the last sentence had too much passion even in your ears. “Anyway, it’s like a habit of mine, asking what your Power can further do.”

This was actually the first time you ever talked this long in front of people you had just met, other than in lectures or conferences. You didn’t know Agent Rossi was intensely watching you, musing, but the Unit Chief raised his brows at the older profiler. Suddenly, you were conscious of being surrounded by a bunch of profilers, and it made you timid.

“Um, if you’re still okay, we can talk more about your Power?”

“You don’t have to be shy around us, we’re now a team, you know!” Garcia beamed at you. You could just literally see bright positivity radiating from her. “Now, I have two Power too. One, it’s really useful for me being a technical analyst. I know people’s Gap just by seeing their photos or video clips. But unlike our genius boy here,” she pointed to Doctor Reid, who looked kind of embarrassed, “I don’t have a photographic memory, so I have to write on my secret notes. Of course, after writing it down, I burn them to keep their privacy.” She told you proudly. “Oh, oh, and I can only see one Gap if they have multiple Gap. I think it’s random to see which Gap. First, I thought I saw either frequently used Power or less frequently used Power.”

“Dominant and Secondary Power,” you automatically corrected her.

“Yeah, that, so when I first saw our boss,” she looked at Agent Hotchner, who raised his brows at her, “the image of his eyes becoming red flowed into my brain. Later, I found out he doesn’t really use his X-ray vision, so I thought I was seeing this Secondary Power Gap. But when I saw Emily, I saw her Gap being not immune to diseases and Super healing’s Em’s Dominant Power. Oh, did I say too much?” Garcia looked around with a worried face.

“No, I was going to ask how you found out,” you smiled at her. “There’re many possibilities, so we can’t be certain. That’s why we keep studying Power and Gap.” You shrugged lightly.

“And my other Power is not that useful for this stuff; I just use it for my personal hobby. But I think it’s on the report.”

You looked through the report and read, ‘Can talk to dogs and cats’. “Only dogs and cats? No other canine and feline?”

“Only puppies and kitties, it helps me a lot when I volunteer at the animal shelter. They talk to me all the time; there’re so many stories they tell me, but they always say they’re happy to see me there with them.”

From her happy smile, you could easily see how much she cared about the animals. You didn’t know what a technical analyst actually does, but it sure must be about crimes and catching criminals along with the team. It was a wonder how she still looked at the world with a genuinely happy smile and kept up with her positive attitude. Perhaps she was looking for a way out from criminal stuff, but that didn’t change she was a very positive person.

“Now only JJ and Dave left!” Garcia clapped her hands. “Who goes first?”

“Ladies first,” Agent Rossi inclined his head towards Agent Jareau, who laughed, but her face soon became serious.

“I,” she sounded a bit hesitant, “have two Power, but I rarely use it.”

“You don’t like your Power?” You blurted out, colder than you expected. It was more like a statement rather than a question.

You’ve seen people who didn’t like their Power, and you were jealous of them. Even if it was unusual or uncommonly used, they were still treated as Extraordinary members of the community. You? You’ve always been treated as a stranger, looking at you as if they were seeing an alien. But it wasn’t their fault you didn’t manifest Power, it wasn’t your fault you didn’t manifest Power. There was no one to blame but nature, but you sometimes wanted to blame someone. You shouldn’t direct your anger at them, but sometimes you couldn’t help it.

“I’m sorry, that was…”

“It’s okay, you’re right. I don’t like my Power because it only benefits me.”

She gave you an understanding smile. She knew why you felt like that. It was a shock to see someone giving you an understanding smile. No one ever done that before, not even your mentor.

“I could teleport, but it only applies to myself. If there’s a trouble, I could only teleport myself, not others.” From her gritted teeth, something must’ve happened in the past because her Power only applies to her. “And next one, I don’t really use it much. I can mind control,” she shifted from her seat uncomfortably. “I haven’t used it for some time. Depending on how many people I control, it differs how long I can control them.” She calmly explained her Power and Gap, but guilt was palpable on her face.

“Not your fault, you don’t have to feel guilty about it.” The Unit Chief assured the blonde agent quietly, probably knowing whatever happened to his agent. Agent Prentiss gave a comforting hand on the blonde woman's shoulder. You suddenly wondered how well you’d get along with this team. You’ll be an intruder to this family. Just by looking at their interaction with one another, they were just a family, a tight familial bond under the name of ‘team’.

You held yourself from flinching when someone’s voice knocked your ear, dragging you out from the train of thoughts. “Dave Rossi, our Italian gentleman resident!” Garcia’s voice rang your eardrums.

The older agent stared at you expectantly, with a small smile and a raised eyebrow. Your lips formed a little ‘o’, then nodded quickly.

“My Power is very classic. I can control four elements: air, earth, water, fire.” As he listed the four elements, your eyes flickered with awe.

You haven't met someone who could control four elements at the same time. The Four Wielder was so rare that not many have been recorded in history. You wondered why his Power wasn’t reported and introduced to the academia. Even without the Gap, he must be a powerful Wielder if he can control four elements.

“I can see the curious look, dear Doctor. But I’ll tell you more when we have dinner at my manor.”

“Oh, when’s next dinner?” Agent Prentiss practically jumped at the mention of dinner.

“No one knows,” Agent Rossi dramatically shrugged, and winked at you. He knew what you were thinking, and he was telling you that you were welcome in the team as well as others. Warmth spread your chest as soon as you realise that, thanking the older profiler inwardly.

“You know what, you need an office,” Agent Jareau pointed her finger in the air.

“Your old office?” Doctor Reid suggested.

“Do you have your things?” Garcia asked excitedly, though before you could even answer, she exited the room with hopping-like steps.

“I can help move your stuff.” Agent Prentiss grinned at you, standing up from her seat.

“Showing off, are we?” Agent Morgan smirked with mirth. Soon, the four agents followed the blonde technical analyst, leaving only you and two agents in the conference room.

“Before they make havoc in your new office, I think you should follow them,” Agent Rossi shook his head, laughing.

You silently packed your things and started to leave the two agents.

“Doctor L/N,” Agent Hotchner called you from behind, “welcome to the team.” He gave you a warm smile and you reciprocated him genuinely.

#Criminal Minds #criminal minds fanfic #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #jj #Jennifer Jareau #spencer reid #david rossi #dave rossi #emily prentiss #Penelope Garcia #derek morgan #bau #bau x reader #theOrdinarySeries

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pancakesfor2 · 6 years ago

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And They Were Roommates (6)

Summary: Unforeseen circumstances lead to you needing a roommate; when Bucky steps up, old feelings come back to light. The only problem is that he has a girlfriend.

Warnings: Cursing, cheating, drinking

Words: 1876

Written for @babylevines writing challenge! My prompt is bolded in this chapter!

Note: Please don’t hate me.

Masterlist and Series Masterlist are in my bio! Tags are closed!

“Fuck, where is it?” you muttered to yourself as you clawed through the pile of clothes shoved in the back of your drawer. You were looking for your black dress, the one you’d bought while on a shopping trip with Nat a couple of months ago but still hadn’t worn because you just hadn’t had the opportunity. Now that you actually wanted to wear it, you couldn’t find it anywhere.

While you were tearing apart your room looking for your dress, Bucky was breaking up with his girlfriend. He’d been gone for around 45 minutes now, and you were trying not to think about him. You were worried that Dot was going to convince him of her innocence, or that she’d try and make you out to be the bad guy. If it came to that, you still had the pictures you took that day, but you were pretty sure that Bucky would believe you over her anyways.

You’d given up on the dress being in your closet and you were about to throw in the towel and just wear something else, but then you remembered that you shoved a couple of bags under your bed a while ago and had never bothered to get them out and put the clothes away.

That was how Bucky found you, half under your bed, using an unraveled clothes hanger to try and reach the bag that you just knew contained the dress you were looking for. “I would ask what you’re doing, but I’m a little afraid of what the answer might be,” he laughed.

“Not funny,” you said, but the fact that you were still under your bed probably made it a little hard to take you too seriously. “Aha! Got it!!” you exclaimed, having pulled the bag close enough to where you could reach out and grab it. You slid out from under your bed, and turned to Bucky. “How’d it go?”

“Eh, she denied everything. Tried to convince me that you were jealous of her and made it up to get to me.”

“I didn’t.”

“Yeah I know that, and I told her just as much.”

“So are you two broken up now?”

“Oh yeah, definitely. I’m not staying with someone who cheated on me––yeah, I told her we were through.

You didn’t really know how to reply, especially since you didn’t want to appear too enthusiastic about his break up. He was cheated on for goodness sake. So instead you nodded and changed the subject, “What time do you think we’ll leave for Sam’s tonight?”

“Like seven?”

“Okay.” That gives you two hours to both study and get dressed for the party.

“Cool, I’m gonna catch up on some homework in my room.” He pointed at his door with his thumb.

“Yeah, me too. Just knock on my door if you’re ready to go and I’m not out yet.”

He nodded and left your doorway. You wiped some dust off the bag, and pulled out the dress, inspecting it for tears or stains. Luckily it was still perfect, you hadn’t even cut the tag off. Nat’ll be happy that you’re finally wearing it.

You put the dress away and study for a bit, finishing up a paper you’d started a couple of days ago. Your phone buzzed, distracting you from your homework. It was a text from Tony, so you decided to answer it, if it was anyone else you’d probably ignore them and keep studying but Tony was Tony.

Tony: You do it?

You: Yeah, I’ll tell you at the party tonight

Tony: You’re coming?!?

You: Bucky wants to go, I’m going for support

Tony: Cool, see you then ;)

You tossed your phone down onto the bed, hoping it wouldn’t bounce off and onto the floor. Tony’s text had come at the perfect time, interrupting your studying so that you could get ready to leave.

You already had the dress out, and it didn’t need to be ironed, so you put it on and then went into your bathroom to do your hair and makeup. It didn’t take you very long, since you’d perfected your ‘going out’ look a long time ago and now were able to get ready within fifteen minutes.

You’d decided against wearing heels since you knew that you’d be the one driving you and Bucky back from the party. You were just tying your shoelaces, when you heard Bucky knocking on your door, “You ready?” he called from outside.

“Yeah just give me one more second,” you replied, grabbing your bag and going to open your door. You pulled the door open and stopped dead in your tracks. Bucky was on his phone, his body leaned against the back of the couch, and he looked good.

“Let’s get out of he–” He stopped mid-sentence, looking up from his phone and noticing you. He looked you up and down, and to be honest you were doing the same to him. Fuck. He was wearing this black leather jacket, and the only word you had to describe him was hot.

It felt like you were staring at each other for hours, but really it was only a few seconds before you snapped yourselves out of your daze and made your way towards the front door. Neither of you choosing to acknowledge what had just happened.

The car ride to Sam’s was spent in comfortable silence, letting the radio play whatever was popular at the moment. Bucky was driving, his eyes constantly on the road, while you sat in the passenger seat next to him, resisting the urge to turn and stare at him. Bucky was magnetic, his personality, his looks, everything just screamed look at me! I’m everything you need!

When you arrived at the party you split up, Bucky made a beeline towards Sam and Steve while you went to the kitchen where you knew you’d find Tony. Hanging out in kitchens during parties was your “thing,” especially since that was where’d you’d first met during your freshman year.

“Hey! Look at you!” exclaimed Tony as you entered the room, seeing him perched atop the island in the middle of the room.

You laughed and did a little spin, the skirt of your dress flaring out ever so slightly. Holding the dress down with one hand, you used the other to push yourself up onto the counter next to your best friend.

“How’d he take the news?”

“Better than I would’ve, he broke up with her before a couple of hours ago.” You decided not to mention the crying, some things were just meant to stay between you and Bucky.

“What about you?” he slung his arm around your shoulders, “How’re you doing?”

“I’m good, I think. I mean I wasn’t the one being cheated on you know?” You said, raising your palms.

Tony nodded, then hopped off the counter, grabbing your hand and pulling you down with him, “That’s enough sad stuff for today, let go see what our guys are doing.” He lead you out into the living room and you followed, choosing not to acknowledge the fact that he referred to Bucky as yours.

You found the guys in the living room, where Sam and Bucky seemed to be having a competition to see who could take more shots within a minute. Steve was judging, and his face lit up as soon as he saw Tony. He beckoned the two of you over, and pulled Tony into his arms, forgetting about the game and burying his face in the shorter man’s hair.

Meanwhile, Sam and Bucky had finished up and were looking to Steve expectantly, “So… which one of us won?” asked Sam with a teasing smile on his face.

“No fucking clue,” replied Steve, kissing the top of Tony’s head.

You looked over at Bucky and noticed how his eyebrows knit together at the sight of Steve and Tony being all lovey dovey. It must’ve hurt to see his best friend so happy when he’d just broken up with his girlfriend of six months. The breakup also explained his excessive drinking. You’d seen him at parties before, but he’d never gotten as wasted as he did tonight.

You’d been out for a couple of hours when you’d decided that it was getting late, so you said goodnight to all your friends and all but carried Bucky back to your car. You strapped him into the passenger seat, buckling his seatbelt for him.

As you pulled the strap across his chest, he took hold of your hand and pressed it to his heart, “Why is my heart beating so fast?” he wondered aloud.

“I don’t know,” you laughed, releasing yourself from his grip. You climbed into the driver’s seat and started the car, you had just pulled out of the parking space when Bucky spoke up again.

“Am I unlovable?”

Oh shit.

He continued, “Is that why she had to be with someone else? Was I not good enough?”

“You’re more than good enough, Dot’s an idiot.” You hoped you sounded reassuring. took one hand off of the wheel and clasped his, squeezing it reassuringly.

“But what if nobody actually loves me? She said she loved me and she lied, so what if everyone else is lying too? What if everyone in my life is just pretending to like me and then one day they’ll get sick of me the same way she did?”

I love you. You wanted to say, but you couldn’t. Instead you took one hand off of the wheel and clasped his, squeezing it and saying “You have so many people who love you Bucky. Real love, not like Dot.”

He didn’t say anything else, only squeezing your hand back in response.

Getting Bucky up to the apartment was a lot harder than getting him into the car, but you managed it, dragging him up the three flights of stairs. You left him on the sofa in the living room, you were going to change out of your dress and then you’d take him to his own room. But it seemed like Bucky had other plans, because when you tried to walk away he reached out and pulled you backwards, making you lose your balance and fall right into his lap.

Your eyes met and time seemed to stop. You stared into his eyes, and noticed for the first time that they were more grey than blue. His gaze slipped, his eyes darting down to your mouth. His tongue slipped out to wet his lips, and his head got closer and closer to yours before finally he kissed you.

You froze. He was drunk. He was just cheated on. This meant nothing. You genuinely didn’t know how to react. “Did you just kiss me?” you asked in a daze.

“I don’t know,” he replied, not meeting your eyes.

“I’m going to bed now.” You scrambled out of his lap, practically ran into your room, and slammed the door behind you. You could fix this. All you had to do was pretend that none of this ever happened. He probably wouldn’t remember any of it anyways. You just had to act like everything was normal tomorrow morning and you’d be home free. Easy.

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thelazyhermits · 5 years ago

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Got Your Back

Since I haven’t written a lot with the lovely ladies of 1-A or 1-B, I decided I needed to fix that immediately. I hope y’all enjoy the drabble! ^^

After you tuck Eri in for the night, you head back downstairs. Once you see that no one else is there, you get to work cleaning the kitchen since that’s your assigned chore for each day this week.

Once he found out about how you, Uraraka, and Todoroki would handle all the chores related to keeping the dorm clean when it was just the three of you living there, Iida immediately made a list of chores with Yaoyorozu’s help and began assigning chores to groups of students. Each week, the groups and assigned chores change so students aren’t stuck with the same task week after week. And, they get the opportunity to work with all of their classmates.

While Iida hadn’t originally planned on including you in the list, thinking you shouldn’t have to do them since you’re technically a teacher, you told him you were fine with doing chores, so he added you to the list. Amusingly enough, once Eri started living at the dorm, she asked to be put on the list after finding out about it since she wanted to pitch in like everyone else.

The Class President was reluctant to agree, but you convinced him to accept her request. As long as the students in her team make sure she doesn’t push herself too hard, you didn’t see the harm in allowing her to help out around the dorm.

Technically, you’re supposed to be cleaning with Kaminari and Hagakure this week, but since the students have a big math test tomorrow and those two have a lot of trouble with the subject, you told them that you’d do the cleaning while they spent that time studying. After all, as far as you’re concerned, their studies are definitely more important than their chores.

So, while all the students are either sleeping or studying, you put on some music, making sure to keep the volume low, and start sweeping. When one of your favorite songs comes on, you start quietly singing along, unable to help yourself.

Normally, you try to avoid singing because you’re self-conscious of it thanks to all the cruel remarks Mumei made about it when you were a child. However, you don’t mind doing it whenever you’re alone.

Unfortunately, you soon find out that you’re not alone like you originally thought.

When you happen to turn in the direction of the doorway, you see Jirou standing there with a smile on her face, leaning against the doorframe. A startled squeak escapes your lips as you jump in surprise. “J-Jirou! How long have you been there?!”

Her expression turns sheepish. “Uhhh since the beginning of the song?”

Red colors your cheeks at her response. “Oh man, I can’t believe you were there for the whole song, and I didn’t notice. How embarrassing.”

Jirou rubs the back of her neck. “Sorry for not saying anything. I knew you’d stop singing if I said anything, so I kept quiet so I could keep listening.”

Your eyes grow large. “But, why would you want to listen to my singing?”

She blinks, “Why wouldn’t I? You have a nice singing voice, Sensei. I don’t get to hear it often, but I always enjoy it whenever I do hear it.”

All you can do is stare. “You think so? But…”

That’s when the rest of her words completely register, making you pause. “Wait a minute. This isn’t the first time you’ve heard me singing?”

The purple haired girl fiddles with one of her earphone jacks as she averts her gaze. “You often unintentionally sing along whenever you watch musicals and because of my Quirk I’m always able to hear you. I’ve also overheard you singing to yourself sometimes when you thought no one else was around like tonight.”

You hide your face in your hands. “Todoroki and Uraraka brought up me singing along to musicals before, but I thought I managed to make myself stop. Obviously, I was wrong. I can’t believe I’ve still been singing along all this time without even realizing it.”

“This is my first time seeing you get this embarrassed about something. Is it really a big deal if someone overhears you singing?”

Pulling your hands away from your face, you see Jirou’s puzzled expression and sigh, “Not really. I’m not upset or anything. I’m just really self-conscious about my singing, so it’s embarrassing whenever someone hears it.”

After briefly hesitating, you quietly add, “While I don’t have all my memories, I do remember being told when I was a kid that my singing was annoying. There was a person who really disliked it, so because of those critical comments, I try to avoid singing around others ‘cause I don’t wanna risk hearing those words again from someone else.”

A dark scowl appears on your student’s face. “That person was not only an asshole but also totally tone deaf. I can’t believe anyone would say that about your singing.”

As you stare at her with obvious surprise, she continues, “That asshole was wrong, Sensei. There’s absolutely nothing annoying about your singing. And, it’s not just me who thinks that way.”

Jirou grins, “Why do you think Uraraka and Todoroki kept quiet all this time and never brought up you singing during movies again? It’s because they enjoyed listening to you. They didn’t want you to stop. That’s also why they always make sure to sit beside you every time our class watches a musical. They want the best seats for themselves.”

Your eyes widen. “Really? That’s why they always want to sit beside me? I had no idea.”

Her grin grows. “After the first time we heard you, Shouji and I questioned the two about it since we were the only ones who could hear you besides them because of our Quirks. You should’ve seen how shameless Todoroki and Uraraka were about it. They have absolutely no intention of sharing that little secret with the rest of the class because that would mean fighting them for the seats beside you.”

You can’t help but giggle at her words. “That definitely sounds like something Todoroki would do. I’m surprised about Uraraka, though. Guess he’s rubbing off on her.”

After saying that, your expression turns contemplative. “I really had no idea that’s how they felt about my singing. All this time I just assumed it was unpleasant to listen to, so I avoided singing around others. Todoroki and Uraraka told me they liked it when they first heard it, but I just thought they said it to be nice.”

With a snort, Jirou raises an eyebrow. “Since when does Todoroki give those kinds of compliments? If he ever says something nice, it’s because he means it.”

The corners of your lips quirk upwards. “Good point. Guess you’re really onto something here, Jirou.”

She crosses her arms as she nods. “You don’t have anything to worry about, Sensei. No one here would ever say anything bad about your singing, but if they do…”

A smirk appears on her lips as she makes a jabbing motion with her earphone jacks. “I’ll take care of them. I won’t allow anyone to dis quality singing in my presence.”

Laughing, you move to ruffle her hair. “Thank you, Jirou. I’m glad I have you watching my back.”

Your expression softens as you smile at her. “And, thank you for saying all that about my singing. It means a lot coming from such an amazing singer like you.”

Her cheeks turn pink as she shyly averts her gaze. “No need to thank me. I was just saying the obvious. Besides, I thought it was a waste for just a handful of us to be able to hear you sing. And…”

Jirou starts nervously pressing the tips of her earphone jacks against each other. “After hearing you sing, I got some inspiration which led to me writing a song. I’m nothing like my dad when it comes to composing, but sometimes, I do it for fun if I feel inspired. This time I wrote a song better suited for two singers, and well…”

Eyes wide, you ask, “You wrote a song for the two of us to sing together?”

She slowly nods, “Yeah, but it’s fine if you don’t want to. I think it’d be fun to sing together, but I don’t wanna do it if it’ll make you uncomfortable. After all, music should be about having fun.”

It takes you a few seconds to get over your shock, but once you do, you move to pat her head. When her gaze moves to meet yours, you smile, “I’d love to try singing your song with you, Jirou. It’s true that the thought of singing with someone makes me nervous, but I’d like to get over this self-consciousness I feel toward my singing. That way I can eventually be able to sing with my students without being afraid of how everyone will react.”

Her expression brightens as a grin forms on her lips. “I’d be happy to help you out, Sensei! We can start off slow with us just singing in my room. Then, eventually we can maybe invite some or all of the other girls to listen to you. I think it’ll be easier for you if we gradually increase the number of members of the audience.”

Your smile grows. “That sounds like a great idea. Thank you, Jirou. I appreciate you helping me out.”

Jirou waves a dismissive hand in your direction. “No need to thank me, Sensei. You’re always going out of your way to help all of us out, so I’m glad I can finally return the favor. Besides, if anything, I should be thanking you for agreeing to try singing my song.”

The shorter girl tilts her head. “There’s no rush, but when would you like to do our first practice session? I know tonight’s not a good idea because of that math test tomorrow, but any other time is fine with me.”

As you ponder your question, Jirou fixes herself a glass of water which is apparently why she came to the kitchen in the first place. After a few minutes pass, you reply, “How about Sunday? Would that be fine with you?”

She gives you a thumbs up after finishing her drink. “Sounds good to me. I’ll make sure to have everything ready.”

A grin forms on your lips. “Great. I’ll be in your care.”

Once that’s settled, Jirou cleans the glass she used and puts it away. Rather than exit the kitchen so she can return to her room like you expect, the purple haired girl asks, “Sensei, do you need some help cleaning? I know you told Kaminari and Hagakure to focus on their studies, but I’m pretty much done with studying. I was actually planning on turning in for the night after getting a drink, so me helping out here won’t affect my studies.”

Her words make you blink in surprise. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to have to do another chore beside the one your group was already assigned.”

Jirou nods, “It’s fine. Helping clean the kitchen one night isn’t that big of a deal. Besides, it’ll go by faster with two people, right?”

You give her a smile. “That’s true. In that case, I’ll take you up on your offer. Thank you, Jirou.”

The younger girl grins as she reaches for a rag so she can start cleaning the counters. “Like I said before, I got your back, Sensei.”

Your smile softens. “I know, and I got yours. Always.”

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