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tastybluesprite · 7 months

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Firsts (Classroom of the Elite)

I really love this anime so much. I needed some lee!Ayanokoji and since I couldn’t find any I wrote this myself lol. Btw if you haven’t seen classroom of the elite then please check it out it’s really good!!!

Warnings: This is a tickle fic so if that makes you uncomfortable please keep scrolling

Summery: Sakura is worried about the fact that Ayanokoji never laughs or smiles. He’ll allow her to settle those worries however…

Ayanokoji was just organizing things around his dorm room one night when he got a knock at his door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, Sakura.” Airi Sakura called nervously from the other side.

Ayanokoji went to open the door for her. “What are you doing here?” He asked with curiosity.

The pink haired girl looked at him nervously. “Well… I just wanted to see how you were doing. I mean you usually seem pretty expressionless anyway, but for some reason I noticed your face being more intense looking today. I couldn’t help but wonder if something had happened.”

“No. Nothings wrong. You were probably just overthinking it. Although, part of me does get the feeling you have ulterior motives here.” Ayanokoji deadpanned.

Sakura flinched. “Ah, you got me…” She seemed very embarrassed at being found out.

Ayanokoji inspected her for a second longer and then gestured for her to come in. She entered and hesitantly sat on his bed. He joined her.

She took a deep breath “The truth is… well, I never see you smile. Not even once. Not ever. I was just a bit worried.” She looked down at her feet, her face burning as she spoke.

“This is how my face normally looks.” Ayanokoji told her. “So please don’t worry about that.”

“Haha, I suppose. Well… I really do want to know, have you ever even laughed before?” Sakura asked the brunette.

Ayanokoji thought about that. “Well, no, I don’t think I can remember ever having laughed.”

Sakura took that in for a moment. “Can I… um… try making you laugh?” She asked tentatively, her face still looking embarrassed.

Ayanokoji looked elsewhere, and then back at her. “Why would you want to do that?”

“It will give me peace of mind. Just to see it for myself.”

“Hm… ok, if that’s what you really want.”

“Really?” She asked, a bit surprised.

“Well, I don’t see why not. It doesn’t bother me nor affect me negatively if you wanted to try that. I would warn you now though, that it would likely not work.”

“Hmm…” Sakura thought about that. “Maybe… I could try telling you a joke?”

“I’ve heard most of them already. None of which I’ve found funny at all, or funny enough to laugh at.”

Sakura tried thinking. What was a foolproof way to get this stoic guy to laugh. Suddenly she had an idea.

She hesitated, not wanting to overstep any boundaries, but slowly reached to squeeze his side. No response.

“What was that for?” He asked her, completely unfazed.

Sakura looked down sheepishly. “I thought maybe I could… try… t-tickling you…” her face was so red by now she was surprised Ayanokoji hadn’t made a comment on it.

“Sorry. I’m not ticklish.” He told her.

“Ah, seriously?” She asked.

“Well, I don’t remember ever being tickled before. But I don’t really think I’m that sensitive.”

“How can you be sure?” She asked.

Ayanokoji shrugged, “I just know. It’s one of those things I can already understand about myself.”

“Maybe you have a weak spot that you don’t know about? Humans are generally… well, ticklish, and even though there are some who might not be, even they usually have a spot or two that gets them.

“Hm… maybe you’re right. You can see that for yourself if you want.”

“What? Really?” Sakura asked, getting really flustered. “Y-you’re really going to let me try tickling you?”

“Yeah, I mean, I don’t see what’s the big deal. And I’ll admit I’m a bit curious also. Maybe I do have a weak spot. Also, I do want to help you get peace of mind with this if it bothers you so much.”

He raised his arms only slightly above his head, leaving his body completely unguarded. Sakura hesitated for a moment. She couldn’t believe he was actually letting him do this.

She went for his ribs, scratching and massaging. No response. She next went for his belly. Still no response. Even going for his armpits or thighs didn’t do anything.

“Sorry to disappoint.” He told her.

Sakura smiled “No don’t worry about it, it’s really ok.”

Suddenly she realized something. “Wait, what about your feet?”

“What about them?”

Sakura blushed. “Well, I mean, we didn’t try there yet.”

Ayanokoji looked down at his socked feet and then, moving back to make room, brought them up, resting them on the bed right next to her.

Sakura hesitated. She didn’t expect anything, but nonetheless dragging a nail down his sole.

To her great surprise, Ayanokoji suddenly jerked his foot away at the contact.

She looked up at him to see, for once since meeting him, a bit of surprise in his eyes.

“Ayanokoji, I think your feet are ticklish…” she told him, trying to hold back a giggle.

“You think so?”

“Yeah! You totally jerked your foot away when I touched it.”

He slowly brought his foot back to its original position.

Sakura then wiggled her fingers against the bottom of his foot instead. This time, Ayanokoji let out a noise that he didn’t think he would ever make. A squeak. Once again resulting in jerking his foot away.

Sakura looked at him with slight shock. She then grabbed his ankle, trapping it in an armlock, and now started to actually tickle his foot.

Ayanokoji flinched and started struggling with his leg.

“H-hey! Wait!” He told her. He felt laughter bubbling in his chest.

When she got to the pad of his foot, just before his toes, that’s when he finally cracked for the first time ever.

“Ah- ehehehehehehehehe…” soft, breathy giggles filled the room as he fell back.

He had never felt this feeling before. It was like a bunch of fluffy clouds were surrounding him. His chest and shoulders felt as if they were releasing pressure that was building up for a very long time.

It felt good. Really good.

Even if he knew it wasn’t smart to let his guard down like this, he allowed himself to laugh and feel. It was refreshing. Like drinking a cold glass of water during a really hot day.

The bottem of his feet lit up with electric shocks as Sakura scratched along them. Soon he tapped her back as a way to call for mercy.

Sakura let his legs go and Ayanokoji sat upright again. “So… what did you think?” He asked her. “Satisfied?”

“Well…” Sakura needed a moment because she was still a bit dazed from shock. “You have a really nice laugh Ayanokoji. I wish you would do it more often.”

For the first time he felt heat rise to his cheeks. “Ok well, in that case I wish you good night.”

“Y-yeah! G-good night Ayano…” Sakura got up hastily and left his dorm room.

Ayanokoji sighed and lay back on his bed.

Maybe he should’ve asked Sakura not to tell anyone about this.

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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Spoiled | Bruce Banner x reader

(semi-sequel to my fic sugar, but you don’t need to read that to understand this!)

summary: it’s the first time you’ve had your boyfriend all to yourself for Christmas, and he makes sure it’s a holiday you’ll never forget.

word count: 1.8k

warnings: smut!!, infidelity (bruce is married, guys), wedding ring kink, damage to a very expensive dress (lol), daddy kink, sugar daddy relationship

Normally, Christmas is reserved for the wife, as it ought to be. But this year, Bruce had surprised you with a promise: you could finally spend Christmas day with your boyfriend. You weren’t sure exactly how he got out of spending the holiday with his wife, but he’d picked you up a few days before and driven you to a gorgeous secluded cabin somewhere upstate. Obviously you assumed it was a rental, so the fact that he’d bought it along with the four acres it laid on was a bit of a shock. Still, you were beyond giddy to have a few days alone with him, cuddling up in the big warm bed and admiring the snow-laden forest just outside the windows.

“Merry Christmas,” he murmured against your skin as you just started to wake up— and yes, you remembered that it was Christmas day. Any day spent waking up in his arms was a good one, Christmas or not.

“Merry Christmas,” you greeted in return as you spun around to kiss him, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, pretty girl,” he chuckled as he slid your legs off of him, “don’t you wanna get up and open your presents?”

You rolled your eyes because of course he had to get you something, even when you told him not to. "I don't need any presents, Bruce, just having you here today is enough."

"Couldn't help myself. You're so easy to shop for, you look good in everything. Besides, I like dressing you up almost as much as I like undressing you."

“So it’s something to wear?” you deduced.

“Just get up and get ready, okay?”

You nodded and slipped out from under the quilt, dashing to the bathroom to splash your face, brush your teeth, and maybe throw on a little makeup so you wouldn’t look like you’d just woken up when you had, in fact, just woken up.

Slipping on a red plaid robe, you returned to the living room and found Bruce lounging beside the tree in his fuzzy house pants, distractingly shirtless. As much as you were compelled to kneel down and bury your fingers in that black curly hair that deliciously blanketed his chest, your attention was redirected to the long, flat box in his hands.

“Open it,” he encouraged as he handed it to you, circling around to stand behind you and stroke your arms as you gently tore the paper open. It was just a white cardboard box underneath, lacking in any labels so you had to pop the top off to see the garment inside. "You like Balmain, right?" he asked softly with a smile.

It was gorgeous; silk, it felt like, in a deep forest green that was almost festive in a way. "Bruce this is…" you trailed off, dropping the box and holding the dress at the shoulders, letting the fabric unfurl and spill down until you could see the whole dress. "This is too nice. I can't let you spend this much on me."

"Oh, it wasn't that expensive," he lied, "now go try it on."

You started to protest, but he cut you off with a kiss, resting his hand on the back of your neck and pulling you closer. You melted into his arms instantly, completely forgetting where you were and what you’d been talking about as your eyes fluttered shut and your lips slotted against his. When he pulled back, you were barely aware of what he was talking about when he whispered: “go try it on.”

“The dress!” you remembered. “I’ll be right back.”

You didn’t really need to leave the room to get dressed, he’d seen you naked plenty of times, but you figured it would make the grand reveal that much more exciting. Just putting it on made your skin all tingly, the soft fabric making you shiver as it brushed against you so delicately. The mirror wasn’t super helpful, too small to see how you looked past your shoulders, so you decided that you’d have to trust that you looked as good as you felt.

Seeing your heels just a few feet away, you dashed to grab them; they would perfectly complete the look, because it would be kind of odd to wear Balmain while barefoot. Sure, they were a bit uncomfortable, but it was worth it to see him turn around to the sound of your clicking heels, his jaw nearly hitting the floor as he watched you step closer. “What do you think?” you asked shyly.

He got up and approached you, his expression heavy with desire and making you shiver. He knelt down before you, looking up at you with dark eyes as he slowly— excruciatingly slowly— pushed up the skirt of your dress, his thick, rough fingers tickling your thighs.

You just had a thong underneath, lacy and delicate, meaning you felt it all too well when he licked you through the fabric.

"Ffffuck," you sighed, "Bruce, baby…"

"Y'like that, pretty girl?"

You nodded breathlessly, trying not to let your knees buckle when he did it again, reaching down to dig your fingers into his hair. "Don't stop, daddy, please."

He did stop, but only for a moment so he could gently hook a finger under the fabric and pull your panties aside, his hot breath tickling the sensitive skin of your mound. Finally, his lips latched onto your swollen clit, and you moaned lowly.

You were normally pretty good at standing in heels, but this posed a new challenge.

When he found a pattern of sucking your clit, fucking you with his tongue, and doing this positively obscene thing with his teeth that you couldn't describe but made your knees weak, you were soon barreling towards the point of no return. "Bruce, fuck, I'm close— gonna come, please let me come…"

He only nodded, not stopping his work for even a moment, and you clutched his curls tightly as your hips rocked against his face.

"Daddy, daddy, daddy," you chanted breathlessly as the coil finally snapped, a new gush of warmth spreading between your legs as you quivered above him. Your vision went black for just a second, head thrown back into a silent moan as you held your breath until all your noises broke forth all at once, somewhere between a scream and a sob and a sigh.

"Fuck, such a good girl for me," he purred, giving your sore clit one last luck before he instructed: "get on the bed," encouraging you with a little shove back towards it.

You spun to face away from him and get on your hands and knees atop the plushy mattress. Your face heated up as you heard him laugh. "I meant on your back, princess. God, you're a slut."

Embarrassed but aware that his words were more a compliment than anything else, you rolled onto your back and spread your legs as he climbed on top of you and slotted his body between them, shedding himself of his pajama pants until his thick cock bounced back up to slap against his stomach. You bit down on your lip, wishing he'd given you a chance to put that cock in your mouth (because it looked fucking delicious) but losing that train of thought as he ran his hands all over your body through the silky fabric of his gift to you.

Suddenly, with a deep growl, he grabbed the dress at the neckline and ripped it open right down the front. "Bruce!" you yelped in protest; your heart broke for the expensive dress destroyed, but your thighs clenched together at the sight of him tearing through it like paper.

"I'll buy you a new one," he sighed flippantly before diving in to roughly grope your breasts, littering your chest with kisses and stopping to teasingly suck your nipples along the way.

"Daddy," you whimpered, "please fuck me."

"Not gonna make you wait much longer, babygirl," he promised, "just tell me you love me."

It made your chest tighten and your cheeks warm, but you were happy to oblige. "I love you," you whispered.

"Once more, with feeling," he requested.

"I love you," you said again, a little louder.

He grinned, hovering over you as he pushed his cock down to slip inside you. You gasped and clutched the sheets beneath you as he moved deeper, his lips catching yours in a slow kiss. "I love you too," he replied gently before he began to fuck you in a way that was… anything but gentle.

"Fuck," you sobbed, wanting more than anything to arch your back and throw your head into the pillow, but you couldn't with your lip caught between his teeth.

You'd adjusted to his cock quite a bit since the first time you hooked up with him nearly two years ago, and yet it still felt like he was stretching you impossibly wide as he fucked you hard and deep. You figured at this point that you would never become fully accustomed to his size; you sort of hoped you wouldn't, because you liked the edge of pain that danced up your spine each time he entered you. When he hooked your leg in his arms, lifting it to rest his shoulder, he pushed even deeper and you whined beneath his heavy weight.

"So deep," you whispered.

"I know, baby," he whispered back. "You feel so fucking good, princess…"

It was impossible to keep track of the flow of time at that point, so it couldn’t been minutes or hours that he spent inside you, taking you apart perfectly piece-by-piece. You couldn’t keep track of how many times you came, either, aware only of an overload of sensations coming at your body from every angle.

He kissed you as he reached his own peak, mumbling your name somewhere between the movements of his lips against yours until you felt like you were floating just from the way he said it. You stayed that way for longer than you expected while he caught his breath, before he rolled off of you and you both sighed as you stared up at the ceiling.

"Fuck," he groaned, "that was… intense."

"That's rich coming from you, considering I'm the one that just got my cervix pummeled."

"I wasn't too hard on you, was I?"

"God no, it was amazing," you laughed, "but still… damn."

"I don't know about you but I worked up quite an appetite," he grinned. "I'm gonna get up and make blueberry pancakes, you want some?"

"Do you even need to ask?" you smirked, and he leaned in to give you a quick peck on the lips before he slipped on his pants again and dashed off to the kitchen.

As far as Christmas mornings go, you weren't sure it could get much better than an expensive gift, getting dicked down like it was the end of the world, and blueberry pancakes.

#bruce banner x reader #bruce banner smut #bruce banner x you #bruce banner x y/n

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sheabuttahwrites · 3 years

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[I Know]

. four : reunited, and it feels so...

three

Monday

It was about twenty minutes after eight and Cam had just left. Though, I’d been up for a while since I had to make breakfast for him. I didn’t mind, because I was too anxious to sleep anyway. I was finally about to get out of this depressing ass house for a bit. And O was never boring, so I knew it was about to be a good time. Plus I was so ready to see him. I don't know why, but this particular stretch had felt much longer than all the others. I was on the way to go pack my bag when I decided to mess with him a little instead. I grabbed my phone ready to compose a text, but I already had a notification from him.

Get up. I’m in route, on my way to you

It had only been there for one minute. I guess we both had the same idea to play this morning.

I’m up. Been up

You ready?

Yes big head I’m ready

Ok short legs I was just making sure

I hollered. He was just average height himself, and only about six inches taller than me. Calling somebody short.

Lmao why you gotta take it there? I’ll be in your vicinity today, don't get beat up

I’m not worried

You should be

Why? Ain't nobody scared of you Jay Baby

Say it to my face

You think I won't

Ok keep that same energy when you see me

Oh fa sho, you do the same

Don't worry about me, you know I’m a G

Keep talking with your bad ass

You ain’t gon do nothing

Me and my big head can stay home

I’m not worried lmao you know you wanna see me

You ain't funny

And you ain't gotta lie, you chuckled

Lol anyway I’m leaving now, I’ll be over there in a minute

I know

Lmao whatever

I laughed aloud sending him three crying laughing emoji, then slid my phone down into my bra. Finally, I went over to the closet to fill my duffle. I threw a few casual pieces in first, because comfort over everything, and then I added about three or four that could possibly be worn out. I grabbed some sneakers, a couple pairs of heels, a little jewelry, underwear, pajamas, and I packed a separate smaller bag with all of my toiletries. I had taken a shower earlier so I was ready. For about a second, I debated on whether I should change, then decided against it. I knew we would be going right to sleep once we got to his place, so my loungewear would do.

While I waited for him, I walked over to the mirror, happy that my home remedies had helped my bruises and swelling disappear so quickly. It had only been about two and a half days, but a few aspirin and some intense ice pack usage had really worked. My rug burns were scabbed, but I wasn't too worried about those since the majority would be under my clothes. However, there was still a tiny something at the corner of my mouth, so I covered it with a bit of concealer and finished it with some setting powder. And I was sure to toss the two of them into my makeup bag for later use.

A little after nine, much to my delight, the doorbell rang. I squealed, giddy as ever, as I jumped up to walk to the door. And, when I opened it, before me stood my bestest friend in the whole world with the goofiest smile on his face. I laughed and invited him in, so excited that I was hardly able to get the door closed behind him. Then I kissed his cheek and pulled him into the tightest hug. It felt so good to be in his arms again. “Hey.” I spoke into his chest and his deep, honeyed timbre fluttered against my ears.

“Hey.”

I closed my eyes and just held on to him, feeling completely carefree, taking in a moment that didn't get to happen as much as I’d like. I didn't want to let go. Until he took his face down to nuzzle my neck. I flinched and giggled, backing away from him and shielding myself with my shoulder. He knew better. “Don't…”

“Now what's all that shit you was talking?” he asked jokingly, looking down into my face and laughing.

I tossed my head back, cackling, before I went to smack his arm. “Shut up.”

“Look out. You ready?”

“Yeah, just let me get my stuff.” I left his embrace and started for the living room where I had been waiting.

“Hurry up, get me out this nigga shit.”

I screamed. I knew he hated coming here. But this was his own fault. Because he also didn’t like texting to tell me he was outside, because to him it wasn't courteous. For the same reason, he didn’t like me taking Ubers to or from his place. I personally didn't have a problem with either. Both had been done maybe twice in the beginning and he told me he felt weird about it. I only half understood, but I didn't fight him on it. Honestly, it felt nice to actually be valued for a change. “Simmer down, sir. I’m coming.”

“You know you naked?”

I paid him no mind and kept moving toward my bags, still tickled by his earlier demand. “Whatever. No, I’m not.” My boxers and tank were plenty clothes.

“Dude would probably have a fit if he knew you were leaving the house in that.”

Slightly appalled, I stopped mid stroll and turned back to him. “Excuse you? He would also have a fit if he knew you were picking his girl up. But that hasn’t been an issue for you for how long now?”

“Good point. Carry on.” The way he waved me off almost had me in tears. My rebuttal had shut him up too quick.

“I thought so.”

“Not even a jacket, though? It’s kinda cool out there.”

“I’ll be ok. I’m just running to the car then right into the house after that.”

“If you say so. But what happened to your knee?”

“Oh, nothing. I scraped it on the carpet. It was an accident,” I hastily explained just under a shout, disappearing around the corner. I hoped I wouldn't have to go into more detail. Omari definitely wasn't shy about asking questions when he wanted to know something.

“Oh. Damn.”

I returned in no time with my duffle bag in hand and my purse on my arm. He took the bag, being his usual gentlemanly self, and I grabbed my keys to lock up the house. Once we were on the porch, I made sure to engage the alarm from my phone. Then he and I hopped into his white Range that I loved so much, and we were out.

“You hungry?” he asked, yawning.

I yawned instantly, seeing him do it first. “Nah, I'm good. I just wanna go back to sleep.”

“Word. Me, too.”

After Cam was done packing last night, he woke me up for round three. Or maybe it was four. I don’t know. But it wasn’t uncommon for him to try and fuck me senseless before he left for work. I guess he thought overuse of his penis was what it took for me to still be there whenever he returned. Whatever the case, I was tired as hell and in need of some serious rest.

2:04pm

I opened my eyes, slowly becoming aware that Jade and I were face to face. I lingered for a second, letting my vision clear up, enjoying the view more than anything, though. She was stunning. Just so beautiful. Her features had to have been sculpted by the most masterful hands, using only the finest of materials. The lines were sharp, but they had a softness to them. Her skin was golden like warmed maple on a glorious Sunday morning. When they were available, her round, dark brown eyes were gentle, yet so alluring. The way they sparkled in the sun always got me. To top it all off, her sultry pout sat perfectly beneath a nose that fit just right. She was flawless.

While I stood stretching, yawning, alternating between bending and rubbing the arm she had been lying on, I could see a sense of calm in her expression. She always looked that way when we were together. Like she was happy. And I knew that wasn't the case at home. I tried not to think about it too often, but honestly it really bothered me. She hit me up pretty regularly, revealing how he talked to her, the many ways he mistreated her. But it was probably a lot worse than she was willing to admit. My instincts told me that he was putting his hands on her. She had never confirmed my suspicions, but I knew it was the truth. I knew. And the thought of that shit alone killed me. She was so sweet. So soft spoken and mild mannered. She didn't have a cruel bone in her body. I just couldn’t imagine her actually having the need to protect herself not only from harmful, ugly words but some nigga’s hand. It fucked me up. She was easily my favorite person. I hadn’t witnessed a more pure soul. And to be aware that she was suffering, especially through something so horrible and damaging, was beginning to be too much. I couldn't do shit about it. I couldn't fix it, I couldn't change it. All I could do was be there for her, give her a place to decompress from time to time. Which I loved. I wanted to help her in any way I could, but I was starting to feel like I was in over my head. Truthfully, I didn’t know how much longer I was gonna be able to do this. It was becoming very difficult for me to live with myself. My conscience was tearing my ass up. The most trifling woman didn’t deserve what she was being subjected to every day, and she wasn’t even guilty of anything. Her only fault was loving a nigga who meant her absolutely no good.

I didn't fully understand that either. Of course I knew love could make you do things you maybe wouldn't normally do, but in this case, what was there to love? How could she look at a nigga who was constantly causing her pain and feel anything other than hate? I just didn't get it. She had to know that whatever she was experiencing wasn't love. He was abusing her. How could she still love him? Why would she take his wrath and still allow him to receive all of her goodness? She had to know he didn't deserve it. She had to know that she deserved so much better. From any man. From life. From any situation she found herself in. She had to know that something wasn't right.

But she held fast to her claims. From the start she made it known that she was in a relationship and that she was in love. I respected her honesty, but her words and her actions never matched up. Her mood on the way to my place and the one on the way back to hers were always on two completely opposite ends of the scale. I don't know if she couldn't conceal it or if she just didn't care to, but it was painfully evident where she was excited to be and where she dreaded. She just didn't move like the taken woman she alleged to be. Not by her ‘man’ at least.

I walked into the bathroom and made my way to the toilet. Then I went to the sink to wash up. I was leaning over brushing my teeth when I felt her arms wrap around me.

I kissed his back, resting my head right against his bare skin after. “Hey.”

“What’s up?”

I caught his reflection in the mirror and, before I could stop them, my lips had curled into an enormous grin. I was so ridiculously glad to finally be in the same place as him. Plus he was so cute. He had toothpaste all over his mouth, but it took nothing away from his appearance. I couldn't help but notice how good we looked standing there together. A better best friend duo didn't exist.

“I’ma start thinking you happy to see me in a minute,” he teased, finishing up at the sink.

I busted out laughing. How dare he just blow up my spot like that? I let my arms fall from his waist. He turned to face me and I swatted his chest, backing away to leave the room. “Get off. Don't act like you didn't miss me.”

He followed me out, going toward his closet. “I already told you that. You know I’m always glad to be in your presence.”

“Um hmm.” I bashfully rolled my eyes, blushing against my own will. Thankfully he was trailing me. He went into the closet and I leaned up against the doorway. “So I thought about it, let’s stay in today.”

“Ok.” He took a t-shirt from one of the drawers and pulled it over his head. “That’s cool.”

“We can go do something tomorrow.”

“Well, I got a couple meetings,” he casually announced, walking over to the other side of the room headed for the couch.

“Awww.” I wasn’t expecting him to have to work so soon. “What time?”

“The first one is at nine in the morning, but neither of them should take too long. Nobody’s recording and I’m not mixing anything. So it should only be a few hours.”

I stood as he sat, my demeanor in a totally different arena than before. My arms were loosely folded across my chest and a slight scowl had inevitably taken over my expression. “Ok.”

“Jay,” he chuckled, picking up the remote, “don't act like that.”

“I know what you call a few hours. I probably gotta be here all day without you.”

“It won't be all day,” he claimed, giving the TV all of his attention as he flipped through the channels. “I should be back by around three at the latest. Maybe four.”

I smacked my lips, annoyed that he was alluding to seven hours being minuscule. That was most certainly the entire day. “That’s long.”

“Pooh, you know work doesn't stop. I’m always working.”

“I know, but I just got here.”

He sighed heavily, looking up at me with remorseful eyes and a frown to match. “Why you tryna make me feel bad?”

“I’m not. I just don’t know what I’m gonna do with myself,” I spoke lightly, but the defeat was heavy in my voice. I dropped my head and gave him my eyes, making sure to slouch my shoulders and pout as deeply as I could manage. I didn't even hold it long before we were both cracking up.

“Don't even try it. Fake self.”

“Whaaaat?”

“You just about to be sleep the whole time anyway.”

I doubled over and slapped my knee, because he definitely wasn’t lying. “Whatever.” But I was not about to admit it. Instead, I went to my bag and grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste. “Be right back.”

#original fiction #original characters #black characters #black fiction #black fic #black writer #drama #romance #love story #i know #SheaButtahWrites

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cutesuki--bakugou · 4 years

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Who could resist fluffy family fantasy!au???

Not me lol Thank you for the request, I hope you like it~

Giggling softly, you watched from your place perched up on the pillow covered bench of a windowsill as your husband wrestled playfully with your son, finding the rambunctious activities to be amusing. The five-year-old boy had grown quite the ferocious attitude, which was to be expected when taking his bloodline into consideration, so his endless energy wasn’t something to bat an eye at. Thankfully, your husband was equally energetic and easily able to entertain the boy, leaving you some quiet space up on your bench to watch and relax. Of course, you couldn’t help but feel a little worry as your lover scooped the child up and threw him backwards over his head, where he landed safely on the large bed with a bounce and a cackle.

“Again, Dad! Again!” Leaping off the bed into his father’s arms, it was only a few seconds before he was thrown up into the air again, squealing and giggling as he landed on the plush mattress. The dragon skulls and bones that decorated the head and footboard didn’t give you peace of mind, however, and you couldn’t resist speaking up in worry.

“Katsuki, maybe turn to look at where you’re throwing him at least? Those horns are just an accident waiting to happen.”

“I know where I’m throwing him, babe, it’s alright.” Even with this comment, Bakugou still turned around, catching the child as he once again leapt towards him. Sitting on the floor on a large fur rug, he shot you a comforting glance before tossing the child onto the bed. “I wouldn’t let him hit the horns.”

“I know you wouldn’t, I just,” a sigh interrupted you, giving a shake of your head in defeat. “Nevermind, I’m just being a worry wart.”

“A wart?! Like a witch?!” The high-pitched voice came from beneath Bakugou’s fluffy fur adorned red cape, which began to move and wiggle with the tiny presence beneath it. “Like Daddy’s toe!”

“Excuse me?” Bakugou gave the tiny body a nudge, unable to help a small smirk as it fell back with a squeak. “I do not have a wart on my toe. It’s a callus. From walking too much.”

“Wart!” A small hand reached out from beneath the cape, snatching onto his bare toes that were visible beneath his cross legs. “Daddy has icky warts-- EEK!” Reaching under the cape, Bakugou pulled his little three-year-old daughter out into the open, beginning to tickle her mercilessly. Smiling as you watched your daughter squeal and struggle, you decided to close your book, beginning to feel like you were missing out on all the action.

Standing, you made your way over to the bed, laying down beside your son, who was quick to snuggle up against you with a heavy yawn. Stroking his fluffy blonde hair softly, you gave him a gentle kiss on the top of his head. “Looks like someone’s finally getting sleepy. It is past your bedtime.”

“Is not, Mama!” Your son pouted up at you, his brilliant crimson gaze melting your heart. “It’s our free day, we get to stay up as late as we want.”

“Who made up that rule?”

“Daddy did, Daddy did!” Your gaze was pulled up towards Bakugou as he came to stand beside the bed, holding your daughter upside down by the legs as she giggled and laughed hysterically. “Daddy said! No bedtime!”

“Ouch, you little squirts, tattling on me like that. I only said that because I have to leave for a while starting tomorrow. It’s not a permanent thing.” He tossed the little girl on the bed before crawling onto it himself, laying down on his side to face you. Within an instant, your daughter was between you, snuggling herself between her brother and father.

“Yeah, and I’m a big boy anyway, I get to--” another large yawn interrupted your son’s proclamation, followed by a sluggish rubbing of his eyes. “-- I get to decide.”

“Then what is it you proclaim, my little prince?” Continuing to stroke his hair softly, you wished for a moment that you could just keep them this size forever. They were still so small and innocent, sweet and loving in a way that you knew wouldn’t last their entire lifetime. These two little babies had big shoes to fill as the heirs to this land, and though they still had a lot of growing up to do, you knew that time would go by in the blink of an eye. So, you cherished it while you could, locking away moments like this in your mind forever.

“I’ll decide… tomorrow…” And with that, the small boy was out cold, snuggled against your body as close as he could get. With a scoff, his sister fought against her own sleepiness, fiddling with the necklaces that rested around her father’s neck.

“He can’t ever stay up! I’m going to be up all night! I don’t want to miss Daddy!”

“I won’t leave without telling you goodbye, squirt. You know that.” Bakugou placed a kiss on the top of her head, rubbing his thumb up along her forearm. The little girl gave quite the dramatic sigh, closing her eyes.

“Why do you have to go anyway? Send Uncle Kiri instead. Daddy stay here…”

“I wish I could, babygirl. You know it’s my job.”

“Because you’re the king?”

Bakugou carefully moved some of her hair out of her face, taking a quick moment to glance up to you. Of course, you had been watching silently the entire conversation, a soft smile plastered to your lips. Bakugou was not a gentle man in any sense, nor was he particularly kind and thoughtful. At least, not to the entire world. But to you and his children, his family, he was something completely different. His gentle side, so tender and affectionate, was something that only you and your children would ever get to see. How much he cared for you all was incredibly heartwarming, making you blush from your head to your toes, and just like your daughter, you dreaded the fact that he was going to leave you for a while.

You couldn’t resist a soft giggle as his face flushed, obviously having not expected you to be watching him. Giving a small cough to clear his throat, Bakugou nodded, speaking softly as the little girl was already drifting off. “That’s right, princess. I have to make sure everything is perfect for you, when you’re all grown up. You and your brother.”

“You think the land trade negotiations will go well?”

Bakugou turned his gaze back up to you, giving a small nod. “Yeah… I haven’t noticed any hostility during communications, but I’m still taking a decently large group with me. It’ll be fine.” Carefully, Bakugou scooped up his daughter's tiny form and moved her behind him, before doing the same with his son behind you. No longer separated by your children, you were able to close the distance between you and your lover, snuggling in close to him with a happy sigh.

“It will be fine. And you’ll come home to us.” Nuzzling your nose against his affectionately, you smiled at the blush that raged his cheeks from the cutesy action. “My Katsuki…”

With a huff as he grew embarrassed, Bakugou hugged you tightly to him, pressing his lips against yours in a firm kiss. Though, it was quick to soften, each brushing your lips becoming all the more tender and loving. It made your heart race and your skin tingle, his warmth spreading through every inch of your body. You loved him so fiercely, in a way that you could never put into words and seeing him interact with your children only made that love more intense.

But there was one thing that was brought upon you with this feeling, which made you feel conflicted and nervous. For weeks now, your ‘baby fever’ was only growing stronger, and it was further fueled by the interactions he had with your two current babies. You adored your little family, and you wished to see it grow, but discussing how many children you would have hadn’t yet come up in your marriage. The current two had been planned in most ways, with Bakugou always agreeing with you once the topic came up. You had never been happier than now, being his wife and a mother, and you greatly craved the feeling of a tiny body in your arms again or Bakugou’s hands softly caressing your swollen belly.

It was a scary topic for you, though. You knew that you’d be totally devastated if he said no, and that rejection would be hard to deal with. Since the start of your itching to become pregnant again, you had kept totally silent, waiting for any hint from him that he would want another. There hadn’t been any, and what he had said earlier really put a hole in your courage.

“I have to make sure everything is perfect for you, when you’re all grown up. You and your brother.”

Becoming a bit emotional as your feelings began to run free, you couldn’t stop a small hitching of your breath as you tried to reign them back in, and of course, Bakugou noticed. Frowning, Bakugou kept his forehead pressed against yours, his thumb softly stroking your flushed cheek. “Are you alright?”

Sniffling, you blinked away the peaking tears as you gave a small nod, only able to risk small glances up into his crimson gaze. “I’m okay. Just… thinking.”

“About? Are you that nervous about me leaving? We can arrange for someone to watch the children if you want to come--”

“--No, no, Katsuki, that’s not it. I’m happy to stay with them, it’ll be easier, since you’ll be gone for nearly two months. No, I… It’s something else.”

“C’mon… I can’t leave knowing something’s bothering you.”

After a moment of silence and looking into his worried gaze, you gave a small nod, releasing a nervous, trembling breath. “Katsuki… I… I want to have another baby. But we never really talked about how many children you wanted to have… You seem so happy with just the two, I was nervous about bringing it up.” As you spoke, you had to look away from him, not wanting to see his expression change.

“Are you serious?”

Feeling your stomach clench, you immediately took his tone as negative, cowering down into yourself a bit as your eyes began to tear up. “I’m sorry, I should have just kept it to myself--” Suddenly, you were pulled into a kiss, his strong arms around your torso squeezing you in close. As the tears escaped you, there was no other option but to give into him, his embrace and kisses lifting your spirits and giving you hope. His words, however, only heightened your joy, and you still couldn’t stop the tears.

“Babe, having a family with you has been the best thing in my life. Also, considering that we’re probably going to live a long ass time, given that we are both of dragon kin, there’s nothing wrong with poppin’ out a few more-”

“-Katsuki, don’t say it like that-!”

“-It’s true!” Bakugou smirked against your lips, successful in his obvious attempt to make you laugh as you couldn’t resist giggling against the urge to hiccup with your tears. “You haven’t seen it, they just fly out, like pop.” The popping sound he made with his mouth made you nearly lose it, having to shove your face into his chest so you could laugh without waking the children.

“That’s gross!”

“It is. But it’s also the most amazing damn thing. Seeing you with our children makes me so fucking happy. So long as you want them, as long as your body can have them, then we can make more babies. The process isn’t all that bad, either For me, at least.” Using only slight pressure to get your head back up out of his chest, he kissed your lips playfully, over and over again against your hiccups and muffled giggles. “Maybe we should cap out at twenty, though.”

“Twenty?! No, no, my love, that’s too many.”

“Mm… We’ll see.” His kisses became softer, running his fingers through your hair. “You’re a great mother. A perfect woman… My beautiful wife. I’ll give you as many babies as you want.”

Humming happily with his affection, you wiggled yourself in closer, feeling absolutely filled to the brim with his love. And though you didn’t want to, the kisses came to an end as your daughter sniffled in sleepy frustration, sitting up and leaning against Bakugou’s back. “Daddy, you’re moving too much!”

Chuckling, Bakugou released you, rolling over on his back to allow the tiny girl to curl up on his chest. “I’m sorry, babygirl. Go back to sleep.” The instant the little girl was out, Bakugou sat up, holding her carefully. You did the same with your son, who was out like a light and limp as a noodle.

“I think it’s time to take them to bed?” You leaned up to kiss Bakugou’s cheek softly, gaining another on the lips in return. “So I can get you all to myself…”

“What is it you plan on doing to me, hm?”

“I want at least one night of baby making before you leave. Maybe it’ll be the lucky night.”

“I’ll do my best to make sure it is.”

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BnHA Chapter 245: The Second One

Previously on BnHA: We kicked off day one of New Internships with a fun-filled morning of shenanigans. Highlights included: (1) an old bearded man gallivanting around town telling everyone the world is going to end (and making a surprising amount of sense); (2) Bakugou and Deku attempting to rough up a group of impassioned hobos, only to have their thunder stolen from right underneath their noses; and (3) Hawks, the thunder-stealer himself, who proceeded to be all “what’s up fellas, hey Endeavor did you miss me?” Endeavor, who totally did miss him, pretended like he had not, and meanwhile Hawks introduced himself to Endeavor’s new trainees: Finger-Smashing Kid, Kid Who Used To Work For The Guy You Just Murdered, and Shouto (Just Shouto). Then he pulled out a copy of Re-Destro’s book and was all, “hey Endeavor have you heard of this book which was really important to the plot in the previous arc? I think you should read it, for reasons!!” and Endeavor just kind of stared at him, which wasn’t exactly inspiring. Anyways let’s see if these two idiots can manage to pull this off.

Today on BnHA: Hawks shoves the Liberation Army’s book into Endeavor’s hands while staring at him with the intensity of a thousand suns, and then, to avoid suspicion, proceeds to hand out another 500,000 copies of the book without even being asked. He then flies back to the PLF headquarters and is all “good news gentlemen, I gave out copies of the Army’s book to everyone in Japan!” and they’re all “that’s great, Hawks!” because somehow it turns out that this was actually a good plan. Back at the Endeavor Agency HQ, the kids meet Endeavor’s 30+ other sidekicks, who are all “now let’s all stand around and wait for Endeavor to tell us what to do.” Over in his office, Endeavor shrewdly deduces that Hawks was trying to tell him something, and pieces together the hidden code Hawks left in his book, which basically reads “IN FOUR MONTHS WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE.” Back at the PLF, the League cheerfully discusses their plot to blow up the entire world come Springtime. Which apparently everyone is on board with. So, uh, does anyone else feel like they accidentally fell asleep during a really important part of the movie, because uh. What.

(All comments are my unspoiled reactions from my initial readthrough of the chapter. I did a quick edit for grammar and clarity afterward, and added a few ETAs in the process, but aside from that there are no changes.)

okay so two things: (1) as I mentioned in a previous post, Caleb Cook reported that this chapter took him more than 4 times longer than usual to translate. so like, what does that mean?? guess we’re about to find out!

and (2) HAWKS’S REAL NAME. I started typing up this recap early just so I could liveblog my reaction, since it seems that the databook has leaked, and I figure I’m going to stumble across this sooner rather than later. so I’m just going to look it up now here goes!!

AHHHH TAKAMI KEIGO AHHHH

lol. I have no idea what that actually means. let me look up some more stuff about this

oooh thank you reddit!

ooh damn, I love it!? “hawk” + “vision” lolol HORIKOSHI BACK AT IT AGAIN. but “watchman” is a really nice bonus what with how it relates both to the whole spying biz, and in a more general sense toward what he is trying to do as a hero trying to protect society. plus the name “Keigo” just has a really nice sound to it in general. kind of a boyish, youthful sound. not too hard or soft. idk. I like it. that was my favorite character in Bleach too

also apparently both of the kanji used for “Keigo” mean “enlightenment” oooh. my god I could analyze this all day. this being Thursday night, I’ll have some time to ruminate before I read the chapter tomorrow, so if I have any epiphanies I will add them in later!

(ETA: no additional thoughts on this right now, but there is now a ton of other content out from Ultra Analysis, so let’s take a quick look at some of that!

Haagen Dazs’s gender: I now feel vindicated in continuing to refer to him as a “he” even after the face reveal! let this be a lesson to everyone never to judge a shounen character solely by how pretty they are. not that it wouldn’t have been nice to have another female villain! anyways the important thing is that I still don’t have his name memorized and never will!

Thirteen’s gender?!: now this, I don’t really like. Thirteen was already in the previous databook IIRC and their gender was ambiguous. which to be frank was awesome. having a canon nonbinary character was sick. why you gotta do this now Horikoshi smdh.

Reason for Shouji’s mask: nooooo poor Shouji. people in quirk society are jerks! lol I get the arms being scary, but his face?? now I really want to see what he looks like though. it would be cool if he became more accepting of himself as a result of hanging with his chill classmates and decided to ditch the mask. anyways my boy needs a hug.

and there’s a lot of other stuff, including a whole series of cute segments showing the characters’ relationships with each other, but I think I’ll save those for another post because otherwise this would get way too off-track. but man, so far I’m really loving this.)

okay kiddos. it is now Friday, and time to take our horse to the hype town road. I have been waiting all fucking week for this shit so it had better not disappoint!

“Rising to Action” ooh, nice. guess this is not much of a “sit still” gang, here

okay so we’re picking off right where we left off, and guys, I just need to know, does anyone other than me find this kind of hilarious

like, I don’t know why but just. Endeavor’s face. omg. he just looks like he’s trying so hard to figure out what’s wrong. I think what it is is that this is the exact same bemused/perplexed expression that Shouto gets on his face all the freaking time, and it just tickles me to no end that the apple apparently doesn’t fall far from the tree. ahh Shouto I know you don’t want to hear this but damn boy you look like your dad

anyways. I think we can all agree Endeavor should not be looking this adorable and what the hell. let’s move on

LOOOOOOL

why is this so funny ahhhhhhh. they’re so fucking serious please stop. I mean, but of course they’re serious, though. the weird one is me, right? whatever!

so now here’s the handoff. between these two super-serious dudes

Endeavor you had better not do like me and be all “of course I’ll read it!” fully intending to follow through (really!) but then you never do and everyone is super disappointed and you start to read something else instead, all the while feeling incredible guilt! my point is, Endeavor, I hope you don’t have ADHD or we’re all fucking screwed omg

lol though thankfully we have a backup!

“oh boy!” clamors Deku, a gleam of excitement in his eye. “homework!”

OH MY GOD

WHO ARE YOU, OPRAH

ff now he’s just SLAPPING THEM INTO THEIR HANDS omg. this is amazing

love how Katsuki is keeping an extra 1.5 meters of space in between him and the others because cooties. or something

anyways! I really want them all to read it actually so this is awesome! KACCHAN YOU ESPECIALLY. I want you to read it and then give it a disgusted 1 star review on goodreads. show me how much you’ve grown kiddo

lmaooo

Todoroki Shouto. god’s perfect idiot. bless this child. someone explained Occam’s razor to him one day, and he just sat there nodding like “yes that makes perfect sense” and proceeded to apply it to every fucking thing in his life from there on out. “what’s Hawks doing carrying around 10,000 copies of The Book of PLF and just handing them out to strangers like an old lady on Halloween? processing... processing... oh I see, he probably just REALLY LIKES THE BOOK how keen”

this is what Hawks is up against. this squad of certified morons with two whole brain cells shared among them on a good day. boy literally brought three backup secret messages just in case Endeavor was too dense to figure this out, only to watch these kids exclaim, with perfect sincerity, “GOSH, HAWKS MUST REALLY LIKE THIS BOOK, HUH”

and meanwhile the best Endeavor can do is “............something.......... feels.... off.......” fml. we’re all gonna die. Hawks, I’m sorry. you tried!! next time give Momo your secret message instead!

so now he says that he’s actually recommending this book to all of his acquaintances omg. don’t tell me this handsome canary is actually going around handing out books to every single person he knows?? all to cover up this one action of giving Endeavor the book with the secret message highlighted in it?? okay guys help me decide: is this brilliance or stupidity? like, what is even going on inside Hawks’s head. “I’ll just fly around handing out copies of Atlas Fucking Shrugged to everyone I meet. that’ll seem really natural”

I s2g Endeavor if you don’t follow up on this...! THE WORLD IS COUNTING ON YOU YOU BIG MEATHEAD. GET TO READIN’. MAKE LEVAR PROUD

and now Hawks is flying away with his hands in his pockets

godspeed you dramatically casual bastard

now Deku is all “you know, he’s not much older than us, but he really seems like he’s got his shit together!” which, yeah. don’t you hate that? the truth is though it’s all an act, and he’s actually just as screwed up as the rest of you! the moral is: never trust any 22-year-old who seems like they’ve got their shit together. because, no. he sits on a throne of lies

Endeavor are you actually being thoughtful??!

oh my god. we may actually have a chance here. praise be

now we are cutting to the Endeavor agency! guys, fucking look at this fucking ‘E’, though

ngl that shit is dope. I’m mad. I would buy his merch just for the logo and I hate that about myself

holy shit

the... flaming hot... oh my god

holy shit there’s so many of them

(ETA: hold up -- “Bakugou” and “Shouto”? this is a crucial detail here; they’re using Bakugou’s last name, but Shouto’s given name. so either they’re calling him Shouto because they know his pop, or -- more likely -- they’re calling him “Shouto” because that’s his hero name. in which case, “Bakugou” most likely also refers to “Bakugou” as in the hero name, not his actual name. meaning that still is his hero name. meaning he is still undecided. fucking... Katsuki. honey. why.

ffff and the new databook seems to support this too. instead of a hero name, Horikoshi just wrote “XXX” indicating he still hasn’t made up his mind. welp. looks like it’s back on that slow burn character development train, folks. maybe by the end of this arc, though? please? Horikoshi? Horikoshi damn it look at me.)

so this is how the number one operates, huh. meanwhile All Might only ever had one sidekick, and reluctantly at that. he really was so far out ahead of everyone else that he was basically untouchable. crazy

anyways, yes! they don’t know anything about anything so please teach them!

good grief this girl says Endeavor has over thirty sidekicks?? lmao and her name is “Burnin’.” please tell me the missing g is an actual part of her name please I need this

wow, Burnin’ really went and tried to pick a fight with my famously hot-tempered son knowing full well what his personality is like. and just look at him keeping his cool and firing back though

oh, Katsuki. [hair ruffle] he will thrive here

damn these guys are passionate

Endeavor seriously picked these people as his sidekicks? that Endeavor? they didn’t annoy the shit out of him?? that man is an enigma

btw can we all just stop here for a moment and give a shoutout to this horse-looking dude because. look at him. amazing. new fave

anyway so now the mummy-looking guy is explaining how they organize their shift schedule

so professional. this really is the big leagues

yoooooo my boy is FIRED UP. READY TO SAVE SOME BITCHES! YESSSSS WIN AND RESCUE LET’S DO THIS

LET’S FUCKING GOOOO omg I love him so much. Kacchan you need to cool it or I’m going to spend this whole fucking chapter ruffling your hair

(ETA: incidentally, here’s something I neglected to point out earlier: in spite of being a belligerent asshole in general, Katsuki for the most part is actually surprisingly respectful to most adults, especially heroes. so it’s interesting then that so far, this doesn’t seem to apply to Hawks. he almost seems to consider him another rival rather than another mentor/teacher-type figure to learn from. I wonder if this is because -- as Deku pointed out earlier this chapter -- Hawks is much closer to them in age than the other heroes. it’s interesting that that was pointed out -- and that in the very next panel Katsuki was grumbling about how Hawks pisses him off, at that.

anyway. this BakuHawks rivalry seems to be an established thing now, so I’m very curious to see how this develops.)

lol now Mummy Guy is all “that’s great! now we just need to wait for Endeavor to tell us what to do!” and Kacchan is like “WHAT”

I mean, he’s got a point lol. “we’re so busy!” “great let’s get to work!” “actually we don’t have any work yet!” like, what a fucking tease. don’t worry Kacchan, they’re just waiting to make sure they assign you boys a job that’s plot-related so we don’t waste any time

ahhh, and now we finally come to the moment we’ve all been waiting for! the part that apparently took four hours to translate! ENDEAVOR READING A BOOK

yeah he was acting like he had a freaking gun to his head. why don’t heroes have secret code phrases they can use to let each other know some weird fucking shit is up? or maybe they do, but since he’s being recorded and since PLF has some heroes on roster who probably know those same codes (looking at you, Slidin’), Hawks didn’t want to risk one of them figuring it out. that makes sense

ahhh, here we go

don’t tell me Caleb tried to translate this whole thing. though I gotta admit I am hella curious

anyway. so the rest of this page is Endeavor metaing about Hawks, and it’s some good stuff, ngl

he really is fond of him, huh. look at all those pictures. how many mental snapshots did you take of this kid smiling?? he’s so adopted it hurts

and look at the concern in that last panel! “why is he acting so weird, that’s not like him, I’ve got to get to the bottom of this.” damn, Hawks really did put his trust in the exact right person and it’s paying off

ENDEAVOR STOP MAKING THESE SOFT WORRIED FACES ABOUT HAWKS RIGHT THIS INSTANT I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THESE FEELS

god damn!! I don’t know why, but I continue to be surprised and impressed at how the character development of Endeavor is actually a subscribe and save deal and not just a one-time purchase. fucking look at Todoroki Enji, proud annual recipient of a different “world’s worst dad” mug every Father’s Day, actually caring enough about another human being to notice the subtle changes in his behavior and realize something is wrong. bruh. good for you!! human compassion is a damn good look for you, negl. fucking growth right here and I’m here for it

anyways, on to the hidden code!

and here are all of the highlighted portions for your code-breaking pleasure

fucking feel like I’m reading Detective Conan right now. yeesh

oooh!

BINGPOT LOOOOOL WHY DID I GET SO EXCITED OKAY LET ME GO BACK AND READ!

“the” “enemy” “liberation” “army” ahhhhhh! HAWKS YOU SNEAKY SON OF A BITCH. GOOD JOB ENDEAVOR!

and now we’re cutting back to Hawks, nooooo I wanted to see Endeavor’s reaction! come on!

lmao although it’s worth it to see Hawks mentally roasting Endeavor exactly like I was mere pages ago omg

his fucking face omg. that’s right Hawks, he’s not the brightest crayon in the box. not the sharpest tack in the bulletin board. he’s a few fries short of a happy meal. the elevator doesn’t go all the way to the top floor

but give him some credit, though! because he did figure it out! not necessarily because he was clever, but because he knows you!

oh shit lol

OH SO YOU PLANNED THAT PART TOO. WELL OKAY THEN

goddamn. he really is a clever bastard. and okay but in all seriousness, I fucking love that he has enough faith in this weird connection between them that out of all the ploys he could have gone with, this is what he chose. he seriously put all his eggs in the “Endeavor will figure it out from my face” basket. and it fucking paid off. this is awesome

AHHHHHHHHHHHH HERE WE GO

LOOK AT HIS EYE OH MY GOD. YOU CAN SEE THE EXACT MOMENT WHEN HE REALIZES HOW SCREWED THEY ALL ARE, YES, FUCK, THIS IS WHAT I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR OH GOD

and we’re cutting back to Hawks again! I’ll just assume the rest of his message went something like “we” “are” “boned” and Endeavor’s face was like :o

BACK AT THE OL’ VILLAIN HOTEL!!!

LOL WHAT IS THIS

THEY HAVE A FUCKING COUNCIL NOW

whose seat is that over on the left? Hawks’s? is Gigantomachia actually wearing a shirt?? AND SHOW US TOMURA’S FACE HORIKOSHI YOU COWARD

lmao oh my god are they really buying this shit

look at him. so trustworthy. nothing to suspect over here! just a 100% sincere born-again villain committed to the cause!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

NOOOOOO MY BABIES ARE EXPOSED. HORIKOSHI YOU BETTER PROTECT THEM I SWEAR TO GOD!!!

wow is the whole conversation just shifting over to the topic of Deku now, seriously?

oh my god oh my god oh my god. like. it’s been so long since the forest lodge and Kamino that I almost forgot that the League already knows these kids. they did fight Deku and Shouto briefly in the woods, and then they had an extended fight against Katsuki later on, although Dabi was unconscious for that part. anyways, shit. just like that they’re on their radar again I’m getting chills omgggg

(ETA: at least they’re underestimating them, though. “looks like he hasn’t gotten much stronger.” boy have you not heard about his bloop? that bloop will fuck you up just you wait!)

so now have some weird panels of Hawks walking through a door

(ETA: ohhhh you can see the door closing on the tip of his wing close-up! sneaky!)

ooh! wtf are you serious he can use his feathers to eavesdrop?!

(ETA: it only just clicked on my second read-through that Spinner of all people appears to be the mastermind behind this plan? like, am I reading this right? is he Tomura’s second-in-command now or what? damn, boy, good for you.)

okay, question. if he could do this the entire time, why did they even need him to pretend to join the League at all? I guess you never know when having a man on the inside who can possibly influence their decision-making will come in handy. but still, it seems to me like he could have easily done the spying bit without ever having to join up. ehhh but I guess there’s probably a range limit, and too much risk of the feathers getting caught and destroyed... eh, fine. I’ll allow it

AHHHHHHHHHHHH

WHAT THE FUCK WHAT EXCUSE ME WHAT?????

AND OF COURSE THAT’S THE END OF THE CHAPTER, LOL, FUCK. EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO STAND IN A CORNER AND SCREAM

lol “danger lurks” fucking you think?? what the hell! so they have an actual plan already, with the details outlined to the extent that they actually have a freaking timetable and everything? and the Liberation Army is on board with this whole thing too? the “destroying everything” part and all? this is too much to process all at once fuck me I can’t

okay! so four months from now is also when the kids will enter their second year! so that means Shinsou can get in on this action too. I’m trying to think of other significant plot things this could potentially imply, but none are coming to mind right now, other than it’ll be the anniversary of USJ. but that’s basically it. -- oh, wait, this also means that there’ll be a new first-year class of students at U.A. too! so that could be interesting. some potential new characters, and a chance for Deku and the others to be senpais. incidentally, to the best of my knowledge the kids will all stay in the same class and Aizawa will continue to be their homeroom teacher in year two. so nothing will change really aside from them becoming 2-A rather than 1-A. and Shinsou joining them, as mentioned. omg

anyway! let me see, any other stray thoughts before I wrap this up? I guess it’s worth noting that Toga’s eye is fine. the League has healed up pretty nicely in general actually. like, that’s seriously impressive for a group that doesn’t have Recovery Girl on staff. how long has it even been since Deika? a few weeks? this is almost ridiculous

and the “boom” -- is that literal? like they’re actually planning to blow everything up? or is that a metaphorical boom. fucking what kind of plan did they come up with where they actually think they can destroy THE ENTIRETY OF JAPAN all at once? is there a doomsday device?? what exactly is this “power” they’re talking about? HAWKS WHY DIDN’T YOU PUT THAT IN YOUR STUPID MESSAGE YOU BOOB

hahaha. anyways. it came down to the last two pages, but that certainly was a reveal worthy of all the hype. to sum: yikes

#bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha 245 #hawks #endeavor #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #makeste reads bnha #I honestly can't even think of anything to put in the tags you guys #four months from now!!#BOOM #well all right then!#I'm sure deku can master the rest of ofa in four months #this is fine #anyways #everyone running from the plot now as it barrels toward them like the giant rock in indiana jones #god help us

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august-anon · 5 years

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Still Got It

Hello friends, I got into an intense lee mood and wrote this and made this blog before I could talk myself out of it.

This is loosely based in one of my regular fics from my regular blog (the identity of which will be kept under lock and key because I don’t want anyone to know about this secret blog) and I wrote this so I wouldn’t have the urge to put a weird tickle scene in the fic. All you really need to know is that all the sides are seniors in high school and Virgil’s mom died when he was like 8 or 9 (which is briefly mentioned in the fic, so if you aren’t down with that please be careful or just don’t read).

Prinxiety with some pining barely-there Logicality in the background.

Word Count: 2,350 (because apparently my rambly, long-windedness isn’t reserved for just regular fics)

Also this is the first ever tickle fic I’ve written so please don’t judge me too harshly lol

(Also I didn’t edit this so I wouldn’t talk myself out of posting it so it may have mistakes or characters may sound weird/ooc at times)

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It had been a few weeks since Roman and Virgil had started dating, and things were going shockingly well (in Virgil’s opinion, Roman never seemed to have any doubts) despite their rough start.

Things at school were still pretty awkward (the most loved and most hated people in the school getting together? The student body would need some time to adjust), but they were happy and that was all that mattered.

For now, they were taking a break from the mess that was their school lives, relaxing on Logan’s couch, with Logan and Patton relaxing to their left (still pining after each other, despite Roman and Virgil’s best efforts).

Patton was scrolling through his phone and laughing at memes while monitoring Logan out of the corner of his eye to make sure he didn’t try to start studying again, and Logan was actually reading a book for fun for once.

Suddenly, Roman sat up straighter, turning towards Virgil. “You know,” he started, “I can see those walls you have up breaking down every day, you’ll smile a lot more often around me now, but I truly and genuinely don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh.”

“Maybe you’re just not as funny as you think you are,” Virgil teased with a smirk.

Roman gave a mock-offended gasp, a hand coming up to clutch at his chest.

Patton giggled at his dramatics.

Roman waved a hand in Patton’s direction. “See? I’m funny!”

Logan raised an eyebrow and adjusted his glasses, leaning over to look at Roman past Patton and Virgil. “Forgive me for saying this Patton, but he’ll laugh at just about anything. I’m not certain he’s an accurate representation of how funny you are.”

Patton giggled again and shrugged. “He’s not wrong, Roman.”

“Well, you two are accurate representations, either!” Roman argued. “You guys barely smile, let alone laugh! Who the hell even knows what it would take to get even the barest of chuckles from you.”

Virgil shrugged, still smirking, and relaxed back into Roman’s side when he sunk back down, pouting. His arm came up to rest on Virgil’s shoulders while the other hand dramatically went up to his face.

They relaxed in silence for a few minutes more before Logan leaned over Patton again, a gleam in his eyes.

Virgil gave him a suspicious look. Nothing good ever came out of that particular gleam.

“Roman,” he said, as calm as usual, but Virgil still tensed.

Roman hummed to show he was listening and shot a questioning glance at Virgil. Virgil ignored him, keeping his eyes locked on Logan.

Then, Logan smirked, like only childhood best friends holding the secrets to the universe could. “I wonder if Virgil’s still ticklish,” he finished, a barely-there lilt to his voice that probably only Virgil could pick up on.

The betrayal.

Virgil’s eyes went wide and his fight or flight responses kicked in. He tried to launch himself off the couch to run (he knew this house better than Roman, and he could still fit in some good hiding places), but the arm around his shoulders worked to Roman’s advantage. He used it to pull Virgil to his chest and fling them both to the ground, Roman being careful to cushion Virgil’s fall.

Virgil tried to pull away, leading to a light wrestling match breaking out. A wrestling match that Virgl was doomed to lose, considering that Roman played on half the school’s sports teams and the only working out Virgil did was sneaking out his bedroom window.

“So it’s true, then?” Roman asked gleefully.

“What’s true?” Virgil bit out, trying to push at Roman’s hands and gently throw him off with a foot to the stomach (a quiet thought of “throw him off his rhythm” almost caused Virgil to lose his focus).

“You’re still ticklish!” Eagerness was rolling off of Roman in waves.

Virgil suddenly stopped fighting, frozen in place. Roman stopped, too, probably worried he’d crossed one of Virgil’s boundaries or overstepped.

“I don’t know,” Virgil finally said, brows furrowing.

Roman relaxed above him. “Don’t know…?” He trailed off, eyebrows also scrunching up together. “If you’re ticklish?”

Virgil shrugged and nodded, finally meeting Roman’s eyes.

“Well you used to scream pretty loud when your mom used to get you,” Logan said, somewhat oblivious to the silent conversation the two lovers were having.

Roman leaned forward and spoke lowly enough that their friends couldn’t hear. “If this is something you really don’t want to happen let me know now. You know I would never do anything to make you uncomfortable or do something you didn’t like.”

Virgil remained silent.

Roman gave a subtle nod with an eyebrow raised.

Virgil returned the nod.

Roman grabbed his hand and squeezed once before relaxing his grip. “Squeeze once for me crossing a line, twice for ‘stop this instant.’”

And after another brief moment of careful eye contact, they were wrestling again. Virgil could feel the anxious anticipation rolling around in his stomach and took a moment to remind himself of what Roman had promised.

That moment of distraction was all Roman needed, beaming as he was able to toss Virgil’s hands away and latch onto his sides and squeeze.

Virgil immediately gave up that fight to start a new one, his sleeve-covered fingers shooting up to cover his mouth.

Evidently, he was still ticklish.

Very ticklish.

But as ticklish as he seemed to be, he wasn’t going to make getting that laugh easy for Roman.

That just wouldn’t fit who he was, now would it?

Roman laughed victoriously as he gently squeezed up and down the fleshy parts of Virgil’s sides. “Come on, darling,” he said, a teasing lilt to his voice, “just give in! You know you want to!”

Roman switched to digging into Virgil’s ribs causing Virgil to lurch and squirm, eyes squeezing shut as he fought his giggles down.

Scary emo teenagers that put entire high schools on edge did not giggle.

But damn, how did that tickle so much through a tshirt and his hoodie? That just wasn’t fair.

“You’re going to break eventually,” Roman teased, “you’re just dragging this out much longer. Though, who’s to say I’ll even want to stop once I get a taste of that adorable laughter?”

Virgil briefly wondered how Roman got so good at this. Then, he remembered that not only did he grow up with the bubbly Patton, he also had Patton’s younger brothers to practice on. Not to mention his own older brother (and from what Roman told him, Remy definitely seemed like the teasing, tickling big brother type).

In a desperate attempt to keep his laughter in, his competitive nature getting the best of him, Virgil frantically tried to recall where he was most ticklish when he was young. He’d been pretty ticklish everywhere, but if he remembered correctly, his most ticklish spot was--

“Get his tummy!” Patton called out with an affectionate laugh.

--His stomach.

He very much regretted leaving his hoodie unzipped as Roman’s fingers scribbled over his thin lounge shirt.

He couldn’t hold it in any longer.

Virgil’s hands shot down to grip Roman’s wrists, though he very carefully made sure not to squeeze. His eyes shot wide open, as did his mouth as he started letting out loud laughter.

Roman’s face lit up. “Well isn’t that just the best sound for sore ears!” He crowed, switching his technique to alternating between light squeezes and spidering fingers that drove Virgil absolutely insane.

“Aww!” Patton squealed from the couch. “He’s so cute!”

“Even I must admit,” Logan leaned forward, smirking, “I haven’t even heard him laugh like that, not in years.”

If Virgil’s face hadn’t already turned red from trying to hold his laughter in (and from Roman’s teasing, not that he would admit it), he was sure he would be blushing at their words.

“This may just be the most perfect sound in the universe,” Roman cooed, leaning down to get his face closer to Virgil’s. “I really do think I need to hear more of it, I might just die if I don’t!”

Roman slowed down to give Virgil a slight breather, though he didn’t stop his fingers entirely, keeping Virgil giggling. It seemed that once the laughter started, Virgil couldn’t make it stop.

Not that he necessarily wanted to.

Roman slowly and carefully started maneuvering his fingers under Virgil’s shirt, giving Virgil ample time to squeeze Roman’s wrists to back out or tell him to at least back off.

If anything, Virgil actually loosened his grip. He brought one hand back up to his mouth to muffle the giggles.

Roman mock-pouted. “Now why would you do that? I wanna see those cute little dimples bouncing around!”

His fingers, now fully under Virgil’s shirt, switched back and forth between sweeping with the pads of his fingers and spidering with his short nails, making Virgil’s giggles grow in volume and intensity.

Roman smirked. “I suppose I’ll have to just make sure I get to see them again, won’t I?”

Virgil brought his other hand up as well, so that his entire face was covered by hoodie-clad fingers, save for his eyes, dancing with mirth.

Bring it, they said.

Roman narrowed his own in response. “So be it,” he growled out playfully.

And Virgil’s break was over.

Virgil didn’t even try to hold back his laughter again, howling out as Roman went back to work. The tickling feeling on his bare skin was so much worse. It was a struggle to keep his hands over his mouth, muffling his loud belly laughter. He knew he’d lose this game eventually, too, but he was determined to hold out as long as possible.

“Tickle tickle, sweet Virgil!” Roman sang. “Don’t you just wanna drop those hands? Give in and let me hear the sweet melody that is your laughter? The gorgeous gift that is your smile and sweet little dimples?”

Virgil’s face was on fire. It wasn’t fair that Roman knew all the right buttons to press to make him blush, and after such a short time of dating, too! Not to mention how good at tickling and teasing he was.

Roman’s fingers tickled up his torso, landing on his ribs once more and playing them like a piano. Unlike before, with both his hoodie and shirt in the way, Roman could actually stroke between each bone, wiggle his fingers along the bones themselves.

Virgil squealed as his arms shook, aching to come down and protect himself. He squirmed from side to side as much as he could with Roman straddling him (and Virgil wondered when that happened), which admittedly wasn’t far, and certainly didn’t bring much relief.

“Oh?” Roman said. “What was that cute little sound? I really wish I could have heard it, but there seems to be something in the way! Maybe if I just…”

Roman slid his fingers up into Virgil’s armpits, scratching away; and, despite Virgil’s best efforts, his arms came crashing down just in time for a loud shriek to pass through his lips.

“Aww, there he is!” Roman cooed. “My sweet prince! What adorable sounds you make!”

“Roman!” Virgil cried out through his laughter, not entirely sure where he was going with the sentence.

“Yes, dear?” Roman replied, and Virgil could hear the shit-eating grin in his voice.

Virgil just shook his head, not having an answer.

“Tell you what. If you can lift your arms up so I can get my hands back, I’ll stop.”

Virgil shook his head again and called out through his cackling, “I can’t!”

And he didn’t know if he really wanted to, either.

Virgil hadn’t been tickled since his mom died, and he’d been so young when it happened. He can’t remember disliking being tickled as a child, but he’d been so worried that had changed now that he was practically an adult.

But, as it turned out, Virgil thought he might actually like it.

And wasn’t that an embarrassing thought?

But when Roman started blowing raspberries, swapping between his now-exposed stomach and his neck, Virgil knew he reached his limit for the time being. Especially with those fingers still wiggling away in his armpits.

Try as he might, though, Virgil couldn’t raise his arms. It was all too overwhelming. His hands flailed as much as they could with his arms being glued to his sides. He latched onto one of Roman’s arms as tears of laughter finally started trickling down his burning cheeks, frantically squeezing twice.

Everything immediately stopped.

“I guess I’ll have mercy for now,” Roman said with a grin, trying to play it off in front of the others. He started wiping away Virgil’s tears. “My fingers were getting tired anyway. But there will be repeat performances. Especially since I’m sure I didn’t find all your spots!”

Virgil’s blush, which had thankfully started fading, flared up again. Roman chuckled and pulled him in for a hug.

“I wouldn’t be opposed,” Virgil mumbled before he lost his nerve. It was as close as he could get to saying he liked it.

Roman pulled back and grinned at him, wiggling his eyebrows. Virgil rolled his eyes and gave him a playful shove.

They both looked up to find Logan still immersed in his book and Patton back on his phone, though both of them seemed to be smiling. Logan looked up from his book and stared back at them.

“I’d consider this experiment a success. It seems you are just as ticklish as when we were kids.”

“Watch it, Specs,” Virgil threatened with a playful grin. “I know your secrets, too.”

“Is that so?” Patton asked innocently, though he had a predatory grin.

Logan shifted in his seat, eyes wide, but mouth wisely kept shut.

Roman and Virgil cuddled back up together on the couch next to Patton and Logan and started scrolling through their respective phones, occasionally turning to each other or the others when something particularly funny came up.

Then, Patton broke the peaceful silence once more.

“By the way, Virge,” he said casually, eyes still on his phone, “Roman is still super ticklish, too.”

#tickle fic #tickling fanfiction #sanders sides tickling #ticklish!virgil #lee!virgil #ler!roman #prinxiety tickling #i am anxious and adding 'tickling' to all the tags so this doesn't show up in the main tags lol #the tagging system is /mostly/ just for my own sorting on my blog #but i suppose i have enough tags now that things are less likely to show up in main tags?#it's only the first 5 that count right?#i don't pay attention to how tumblr works who knows #sanders sides #prinxiety #virgil sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #tickling #my writing #i guess we'll leave it at that #i find it funny that i'll curse when writing fiction but it's illegal for me to curse otherwise #i cannot legally curse hello #my ancient laptop literally shut itself down as I was editing my ao3 tags prepping to post it here and there at the exact same time #that was the scariest thing that's ever happened to me on tumblr #t fic

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kellinquinnaf · 5 years

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A bi girls story: update

I hung out with the “M” girl the other night.

I went to a family friends bbq for dinner, my boyfriend came along. We all had a couple drinks. He left around 8:30, precisely when I stopped drinking. “M” didn’t get off work till 10 so I started chugging waters, playing off not drinking for the fact that I did have to work at 8:30 am the next day.

At 10:00 I walked from there to my Dads house where my car was parked. I convinced him and my boyfriend that I was sleeping there. I got in my car and drove 10 mins along the highway to a provincial park, where “M” works and sleeps.

I get there at 11:00, meeting her at the gate and we drive to the staffhouse where she stays, we’re alone. For the first few hours we just talked, knowing we both wanted to get closer, but still too nervous and unsure to make the first move.

Around 12:30 she says, “I wish I had my weed and bong,” and I say “I have a joint in my car.” We head out to light it up, I pull out my car keys when we’re done to lock it but she thinks I’m leaving. I say “no unless you’re tired and want to go to bed,” which she denies. We go back into the hangout room of the staffhouse which has a TV to watch.

We both slowly try to sit closer without being to obvious. She has a sleeve of tattoos on her arm and I begin looking it over. They’re all so beautiful, containing colours and blacks. It includes a horse/unicorn (not 100% but don’t think she’s the unicorn type), an image of her own dog, a wolf one orange in profile, and one multicoloured in portrait. Her arm is so smooth and soft due to the tattoos, I start literally petting her arm and she laughs saying she’s used to that cause everyone does it.

She comments on the length of my nails, saying that I might need to trim them up (cause ya know those mfs are sharpppp). I give her a few scratches on her arm and she’s says with her breath hitching “okayyy maybe not,” as she was enjoying the scratch (later on I think to myself I’ll trim one hand for the obvious and leave one hand long for scratching her;)

I ask if she’s ticklish and she denies but I find that her armpits are. She’s stronger than me and over powers me trying to tickle me, I’m ticklish basically everywhere. We end up basically cuddled on the couch somehow her face on my breast. I shift and she says “Awh I was comfy there.” We get close now and share our first kiss.

We make out for a bit, my body instinctivly moving because I’m so turned on. I start golfing and have to admit to her “I’ve never fucked a girl before,” thinking she has some experience, but she admits “neither have I” which honestly surprised me. She says she can’t just bang someone she needs to get to know them. This makes me feel better cause I’m still trying to learn how to turn a girl on good.

We take a break and watch some more tv; tosh.o , spoungbob, South Park to name a few. We talk about anything and everything. It was always so easy from the moment we started hanging out but even more now since we got our nerves out of the way. We have a few more make out sessions and she’s such a turn on.

Kissing, neck kisses, chest kisses but not tooless whatsoever. She’s grabbing my ass, rubbing my thighs, getting confident to touch me there. Our last makeout was intense and fun. We were getting wayyy turned on, swearing cause we want more but we know it’s not going there tonight. Pushing eachother back and forth with our kisses, kind of fighting for dominance, both wanting to dominate but both really enjoy being dominated. I on top of her, she on top of me.

I say I need to leave at 2 or 3 am so I can get enough sleep to go to work tomorrow. Hours keep going by; 4am, 5am. I debate sleeping but sleeping for 2-3 hours would only make me more tired at this point. She basically convinced me to pull an all nighter, so I stayed there making out with her until 8am. I drove home and got changed into work scrubs, praying my boyfriend would be sleeping. He was awoken by the dog so he saw me come in but luckily didn’t ask where I had been staying lastnight.

I went to work at 8:30 and thought I was going to pass out while in the oporatory by 9:15, kind of honestly fallin asleep; eyes drooping, sight going a bit foggy, having to really think about my words and noticing my own movements are delayed.

I make it through the 5 hour shift until my relief comes in. I have so much to do, pack for a trip, visit a friend who just had a baby, and visit a friend who just moved into a new house. By 4:30 my body shut down and I just completely passed out. My boyfriend tried to wake me up to pack but I just wouldn’t get up, my body had been awake for 34 hours and just shut down.

It’s crazy how amazing being with her made me feel, and I wish my boyfriend could accept my bisexuality and let me have the best of both worlds; what I need to feel complete honestly.

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We were talking about my work and she says she thought the dentist was gay or bi. I say she has a boyfriend. I say it’s funny you thought that cause I have a bit of a crush on her. And she agrees sayings “she’s really cute ain’t she, got that Asian spice” (I’m like wow this girl knows what’s up). I say she’s really funny and smart and she mentions that intelligent women are more difficult to catch.

Also “M” said she could totally tell that I was into girls. I “show up wearing hats, bucket hats, pics of me at school” (she totally creeped my page haha). I’m like damn I’m that obvious really.

We talked about pride parades said we should go together as a bit of a joke but kind of serious. She wants to get drunk and make out with hot girls. I would feel so amazingly free there.

We talked about my mom saying she thinks one of her kids were gay but wouldn’t tell us who she thought it was because we need to figure it out ourselves. Hi mah it’s me!

She talked about a guy she banged once and how he got so attached they thought they were in a relationship and she’s like lol wtf? So she told me to basically not get attached to her since she doesn’t want to be in a relationship, but fuck she’s so cool I want to spend all my time with her. But I don’t want her to think I’m getting clingy. She leaves soon anyways. But she talked about next summer that she’ll be back and I can ride on her motorcycle with her then. So we’ll see if she’s single or not by thenn !

#gay #gay girls #wlw #wlw advice #sws #ptv #sleeping with sirens #pierce the veil #bisexual #bi #bisexual woman #story #story time

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wigglywormy · 6 years

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fair victory [bakugou/deku, 1.7k]

ahhhh i know i haven’t psoted anything in 10 thousand years, for which im sorry lol, but anyways! this is my squealing santa fic for @heartsywritesthethings !!!

their bnha prompt was ‘bakugou getting wrecked by another classmate’, and since i haven’t written any bakudeku for this blog yet, i went with deku as the ler 8)

merry christmas! i hope to open up prompts again soon so i can start posting more consistently on this blog again xoxo

Bakugou admits that UA has a really damn nice gym, and he intends to get a good use out of it before he graduates in the next few months. As a third year, he doesn’t have as much time to train and exercise like he used to, because his current internship and all of his finals before graduation really keep him occupied.

He finds that working out at night tends to be the only time he gets to utilize the gym, so it becomes a sort of routine for him. Wake up, go to class for half a day, take a bus over to the city to patrol and help Best Jeanist with paperwork (and occasionally - more often than not, now that he’s a third year - go on investigations and actually partake in beating the shit out of some local villains), then he comes back to the dorms, has dinner, maybe hangs out begrudgingly with his friends for a bit, then treks down to the gym below the first floor of the dorms for an intense work out.

It’s an exhausting schedule, but he doesn’t mind it too much.

What he isn’t expecting is for Deku to weasel his way into his routine, almost like he belongs there.

Their patrol routes cross streets, and after the first couple times of nodding amicably, that start actually chatting (because Bakugou’s fucking eighteen now, he has no reason to be a petty bitch to Deku anymore. Some might even say they’re friends now, though Bakugou still cringes at that word.)

Then, Deku starts hanging out with him when Uraraka or Iida were busy. And eventually, he starts following Bakugou to the gym for his nightly workout.

“I’ll spot you!” Deku says as he bounds after Bakugou, gym bag slung over his shoulder. “And then you can spot me? It’s unsafe to lift weights alone, y’know.”

“I haven’t hurt myself yet,” Bakugou grumbles, but holds open the door so Deku and his over sized gym bag can clamber in.

“Yeah, yet,” Deku rolls his eyes, and damn, the kid’s gotten fucking sassy after their second year. Bakugou’s reasonably impressed, to be frank. He blames it on all the time he hangs out with fucking Todoroki.

“Watch your mouth, you shit,” Bakugou snorts, arching his back and doing a few warm up stretches.

“Or what?” Deku shoots back, tossing his bag onto the floor and pulling an arm across his chest as he follows suit in stretching.

“I’ll kick your ass, that’s what,” Bakugou narrows his eyes, and when his gaze locks with Deku’s, he doesn’t spot any fear, not like there used to be. Now he merely sees an inviting glint of… excitement? Of a fucking challenge?

“Bet I could kick your ass now, Kacchan,” Deku says breezily, and he not-so-subtly flexes a bicep. Bakugou’s eyes zap to the defined muscle, and he desperately tries to ignore the way his stomach tightens up at the site. The fuckin’ nerd is right - he has gotten buff as hell the past three years. It’s impressive, and sickeningly attractive, and all sorts of other things that Bakugou does not want to address now, or any time in the future thank you very fucking much.

“Wanna eat those words, you fuck?” Bakugou hisses as a distraction to himself, mostly.

“Alright,” Deku rolls his eyes, walking to the center of the gym area where a large padded mat is laid on the ground. He gets into a fighting stance, and he smiles at Bakugou. “Wanna spar?”

“Do you actually have a deathwish?”

“No quirks,” Deku says, tapping his foot impatiently.

“Fuck,” Bakugou sighs, because he knows this new-and-improved Deku will just provoke him further if he says no. And yeah, sure, the excuse to kick someone’s ass always gets his blood boiling, but being in such close proximity as Deku - after realizing some things last year - isn’t exactly what he wants to do right now.

He sucks it up though, because refusal will cause even more questions than answers, so he sheds his shirt, leaving his tank on, and cracks his neck as he charges without a countdown. What? Deku’s the fucking one who started this, he doesn’t deserve a warning.

Unfortunately, Deku seems to have predicted this, and he quickly grabs one of Bakugou’s forearms and wrenches him forward, attempting to unbalance him with raw force.

Bakugou growls, because these are all moves that he knows for a fact Deku has learned from watching him fight. He manages to get a good shove in, his palm flat against Deku’s broad chest, but the next thing he knows, Deku’s on the ground, sliding behind him and elbowing the back of his knees until he buckles and falls.

“That was a dirty fuckin’ move,” Bakugou manages, impressed, as he rolls away, but Deku grabs his ankle and tugs him back, getting him face down on the mat with his wrists pinned against his lower back behind him.

“Shit,” Bakugou hisses, thrashing and trying to dislodge Deku, who’s now straddling him as he uses his weight to pin Bakugou down. “Get - off.”

“Do you surrender?” Deku says, and Bakugou can hear the smug grin in his voice.

“Fuck no.”

“Kacchan, c’mon,” Deku laughs, tightening his hold on Bakugou’s wrists. He leans down a bit, and Bakugou turns his head so his cheek is squished against the mat, his legs kicking behind him as he tries to escape. “Just give up.”

His palms crackle, and Deku tsk’s. “No quirks, remember? Just admit defeat, and then I’ll let you go!”

Bakugou feels his cheeks burn, trying to ignore the heavy weight of Deku on top of him, holding him down, his strong, scarred hands squeezing bruises into his wrists. He doesn’t respond, opting instead to growl and buck like a wild animal because the rest of his body is heating up now too and this is not good.

He hears Deku sigh, a quiet murmur of, “you asked for this,” before Bakugou feels determined fingers pressing into his ribs, right over his tank top.

Bakugou jerks as if he’s been electrocuted, a strangled noise escaping his lips, and his eyes widen when Deku starts tickling him.

Simultaneously, having Deku’s hands on him is something he’s fantasized about for months now, but not like this, holy shit. Bakugou’s biting his lip so hard it nearly bleeds, and he’s already pinned down, already practically defeated, he’s not going to give Deku the satisfaction of -

Deku slips his hand underneath Bakugou’s tank, fluttering his nails up until he can scratch right below Bakugou’s ribs, and Bakugou shrieks.

“F-Fuckin’ Deku, you sh-shihihit, get the fuck off!”

“You’re still super ticklish, huh?” Deku giggles - giggles at him, like this is funny, that fucker - before drilling his thumb into Bakugou’s ribs, causing the blonde to choke on a laugh, kicking his legs and panting.

“I’m not!”

“You aren’t?” Deku says, the teasy little fuck. “Are you sure?”

He releases Bakugou’s arms, but before Bakugou has half a mind to flip himself over and roll away, Deku grabs his wrists and pins them above his head, stretching Bakugou out taut. He slips his free hand underneath Bakugou’s tank again, this time tickling up his spine until he can scratch his nails along his shoulder blades, and Bakugou hates himself for how hard he giggles, shoving his face into his arm to try and muffle himself.

“Aww, Kacchan,” Deku coos, leaning down so his breath fans across Bakugou’s nape. “Do you give up?”

“F-Fuck you - ah - aha shit!” Bakugou gasps when Deku tickles under his arm, fingers deft and sure as Bakugou writhes underneath him. “Get off!”

Finally, Deku fully releases Bakugou’s wrists in order to bring both hands down to attack Bakugou’s waist, fingers slipping underneath him for a brief moment to pinch his hips and prod into his stomach. Unfortunately for Bakugou, he’s already pretty worn out, and steadily getting even more exhausted because every time he tries not to laugh, Deku just tickles him harder until he’s forced to wheeze out these pathetic giggles that Deku keeps cooing at god fucking damnit.

“Kacchan, you’re so cute,” Deku laughs, and when Bakugou manages to roll onto his side, Deku claws at his belly until Bakugou snorts.

Cute, Bakugou thinks deliriously, his body tingling and warm as Deku tortures him. What the fuck -

“Stop!” Bakugou laughs, rolling onto his back and pushing weakly at Deku’s chest. “Fuck - st-stop, Deku you piece of shihihit!”

“That doesn’t sound like a surrender,” Deku whispers, reaching a hand up to scratch under Bakugou’s neck. His hands seem to be darting everywhere, and Bakugou’s brain feels fuzzy, desperate for some sort of mercy but too prideful to speak it. Besides, though the tickling is fucking awful, Deku’s so warm on top of him, and his hands are like honey against his sweaty skin.

Once Deku wedges both of his hands underneath Bakugou’s arms though, Bakugou arches his back so hard it pops, his head thrown back against the mat, and god, he can’t - he can’t take it anymore, fuck.

“Deku - Deku, I’m - ” Bakugou squeezes his eyes shut, giggling wildly. “I’m gonna f-fucking d-die - ”

“You’re so dramatic,” Dekiu laughs, “you’re not gonna die, I promise.”

“Yes I fuckin’ am,” Bakugou wheezes, finally peeking open his eyes, damp with tears as he sees the fond, endeared look on Deku’s face as the sadistic fuck keeps fucking tickling him. “Fine - shit, f-fine, okay, stop, you win, you fu-fuhuhcking win, get off - !”

“Wow,” Deku says, slowing his touches but not stopping completely. He trails his hands down, tracing over Bakugou’s protruding ribs gently until Bakugou squeaks breathlessly. “It only took you nearly passing out to finally admit you lost. So stubborn, Kacchan.”

He sounds… incredibly happy about this fact, and Bakugou finds himself flushing deeper, panting as he catches his breath. Deku’s still on top of him, and Bakugou trembles when those scarred hands trail over his waist. It’s electric and terrifying, how much Bakugou doesn’t really want him to stop.

Fucking…. Shit. Stupid fucking feelings.

“So,” Deku says after letting Bakugou calm down, though his hands are still touching him, almost absentmindedly. “Wanna go again?”

“I’m gonna murder you,” Bakugou wheezes pathetically, but there’s a grin on his face, and when Deku smiles back, Bakugou knows that he’s officially completely fucking whipped. Any other person, and he would’ve blown their hands off for pulling a stunt like this, but Deku just looks at him so earnestly, and Bakugou begrudgingly admits to himself that maybe… maybe it wasn’t all that torturous.

Though, next time, Bakugou’s not above a little bit (or a lot) of revenge. He guarantees that Deku is just as ticklish as he was when they were kids, and Bakugou intends to find out very soon just how true that fact is.

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THIS CHAPTER: July: lewd conversation. Enabler: nudity, tickling, toe-kissing, dressing the other person.

Sorry this chapter is so short but it was just the best place to cut it off lol. To those of you who want more of Summer/Yang, there will be a little more later on (though Enabler is still the OTP of this fic, don’t worry). To those of you who DON’T, there will be warnings in those chapters.

=Chapter 8

True to her word, Yang didn’t even so much as look through the door to the back patio a single time as she finished her lunch, then went up to take a shower when her laundry turned out to still be drying. By then, the intensity of the moment had faded, and she didn’t even wind up needing to “take care of it” while in there.

Not that her cruel brain didn’t keep drifting back to the moment. Unlike with Ruby, reminding herself that Summer was her dad’s wife helped a lot in dispelling those lingering bits of attraction. The memory would probably wander in at weird times for the next few years but it was easy to say “She banged your dad” and make it go back from whence it came.

But again, that didn’t work with Ruby. For some reason, the half-sibling factor didn’t phase her; it should have, and it did make her gut twist when she thought about it, but it didn’t lessen her attraction at all. She wanted to be with her so much it burned.

Once her laundry was all put away and she went back downstairs, Summer was coming back in, still in the robe - or more likely, in the robe again - and carrying a magazine and an empty glass. Her cheeks were a little pink and she was swaying slightly, which told Yang she’d poured a little extra something into that glass to help her cope with what had happened before.

“Oh, hey,” she offered casually, getting a water from the fridge. “Looks like you got all cleaned up. You look nice, dear.”

“Thanks,” Yang snorted as she turned on the TV.

“Isn’t this the part where you say I look nice, too? Oh, wait… you already did that today.” A little chuckle. “Sorry, I shouldn’t joke like that. It was… well, I just shouldn’t.”

“Y-yeah. I mean, no offense, but I’d rather not think about it anymore. Like… you’re my stepmom.”

Nodding, she came over and sat down next to Yang. She was relieved to see she was moving carefully enough so that no flaps fell open or anything like that, and she left a good foot or so of space between them on the couch. Their closeness didn’t exactly put Yang at ease, but she didn’t think she needed to freak out yet.

“I understand. Did a lot of thinking about this while I was outside, and… I’m trying not to blame myself, but the important thing is, I can’t blame you for… well, for being human. I might be your stepmom, but you said you think of me as an attractive woman, so… naturally, if you see an attractive woman in her birthday suit-”

“Thanks for the instant replay!” Yang burst out in embarrassment, trying to somehow hide behind the remote. It didn’t work.

“Sorry,” Summer told her as she patted up and down her bicep. “Ooh… do you work out?”

“Mrs. Xiao Long…”

“All I’m trying to say is, I might tease you once or twice, but I don’t really blame you for… well, saluting me with your flagpole.” At this, she snickered a little. “Right? Get it?”

Laughing weakly, she reached over and patted Summer’s shoulder. Like she would do for Blake, or anyone really. “Right. Uh, maybe you should drink a little more of that water.”

“I know, I know. Had too much wine; I was… having an anxiety attack.” When Yang blinked at her rapidly, she shrugged and added, “About my stepdaughter having a hard-on for me? Kind of anxiety-inducing!”

“It wasn’t ‘for you’, exactly! Just… about your body. Like, you as a person, I still want to be like… my second mom, but more like an aunt? Kinda?”

That made Summer stop and smile at her, a genuinely touched smile. “Awww… oh, that’s so sweet of you!” Then she uncapped the water and took a long swig, apparently thinking better of Yang’s advice. “Ahhh. So yes, this is good; your body wants to bang mine, but intellectually, we still remember we’re family. That’s what’s important.”

Again, Yang felt the knife twisting as she thought about what she and Ruby were to each other. A sudden urge to tell Summer all about that filled her, but she ignored it; she wouldn’t understand. Nobody would. Telling her would only mean she got shipped back to New England much earlier than she expected.

“Anyway, I’ll start cleaning up before they get home,” she remarked as she pushed to stand up. “But… I’m really glad we could figure out our way around this very unfortunate situation. That we didn’t end up shouting, or hating each other.”

“Or worse.” Yang didn’t even finish her thought; they both knew the only thing that would be worse.

“Right,” Summer breathed, nodding with wide eyes. Then she smiled down at her. “It really has been nice getting to know you, Yang. Seeing you and Ruby getting along. I’m glad we have you here.”

“Me, too.” Then she waved as Summer went off to her room to change, trying her damndest not to watch her move as she went.

Taiyang and Ruby returned not long after that, stinking to high heaven and carrying a bucket full of fish to be cleaned and sorted. Looked like they were going to eat well that night. Yang tried to talk to them, but they smelled so powerfully that she had her hand over her face the entire time, so eventually they both excused themselves to go shower up.

Yang followed Ruby into her room once she got out of the shower. There was no point in keeping this a secret from her; she knew Summer asked, but she never promised her that she wouldn’t tell.

“You what?!”

“Y-yeah,” she muttered, cheeks red again as she scratched the back of her head. “It was super awkward and uncomfortable, and I wanted to melt through the floor and disappear.”

The shorter half-sister was standing there with her eyebrows disappearing into her hair, hands on her hips partly out of outrage, and partly to hold her towel around her body. “And what, you wanted to bang her?”

“I told you, having one doesn’t always mean I want-”

“Yeah, yeah,” she sighed, puffing out her cheeks as she scowled. “Well, it’s still weird! I mean, it’s my MOM! Isn’t it weird to you?!”

“You know, when you think about it… you look a lot like your mom, don’t you? So doesn’t it make sense that I’d think she was cute, too, since… since I think you’re cute?”

It was a pretty desperate shot, but Yang felt like she had to take it. Luckily, Ruby seemed to agree. She didn’t let go immediately, but she at least rolled her eyes and stopped yelling at her.

“True… I mean, I guess that does make sense, and I can’t act like my mom’s not attractive. Not to ME, but objectively, sure.” A little shrug. “It’s still gross to me that the dick I like poked my mom one time, though.”

“Through clothes. That’s a super important detail; I wasn’t naked, and technically she wasn’t, either… at that point.”

Pushing a hand into her face, she grumbled, “I can’t believe she did that while we had company! I mean, she sunbathes nude all the time, it’s nothing new. Heck, we did it together and it’s not weird; I’m her kid, she changed my diapers, right? But like, with strange people in the house…”

“I’m ‘strange’, huh?” Yang half-heartedly chuckled as she finally leaned against the dresser, letting some of her adrenaline subside. “Can’t argue with you there.”

“So… if you weren’t already doing stuff with me, would you have wanted to with her?”

“What?! NO! She’s banging my dad, that’s a whole other kind of line I don’t wanna cross!”

“Not at the same time as him! GOD!”

Squinting at Ruby, she demanded, “Please don’t tell me you’re actually jealous of your own mom. You really don’t have to be.”

“Well…” Pouting a little, she said, “She’s older, and she knows more about this stuff than I do. Like, I know you didn’t do anything, and you don’t want to, but… you could be having normal sex by now with her instead of me jerking you off through your shorts.”

“So what?” Yang said immediately. “I don’t care about that.”

“What about her body? Is it… hotter than mine? Like, I wouldn’t even know one way or the other.”

“Ruby… come on, don’t do this. I’m sorry, okay? Like I said, none of this was on purpose, so I hope you don’t keep giving me shit about this.” Leaning forward, she kissed Ruby’s cheek. “Seriously, I don’t care about your mom as anything besides being your mom. I swear.”

After a few breaths, Ruby muttered, “You’re right. I know, I just… feel dumb, and weird. Sorry.” Clearing her throat, then she added with a little smirk, “I’m glad you didn’t take care of your dick while you were showering, though…”

Yang goggled at her for a few seconds. Then she shook her head and muttered, “Shameless. You’re totally shameless, you know that?”

“Maaayyybe.” Sparing a tiny smile, she bit her lip and leaned up to whisper, “Maybe I can distract your brain from thinking about my mom, too.”

“Oh yeah? How?” But when Ruby reached up and nipped her towel off, letting it fall to the floor, she said, “Oh… that’s how.”

Of course Ruby’s body was every bit as gorgeous as her mother’s. Flawless in every way, and very slightly perkier. She had seen more of her from the back before, but the front presented a few more interesting things for her gaze to linger over. Yang tried not to look at the soft, pink nipples or the little untrimmed thatch of brown hairs overlong; they were intriguing, but they really weren’t alone-alone.

“Is it working?”

“Ohhhhhh yeah.” Then she seemed to realise what she had said and how she said it, and chuckled self-consciously. “W-what I mean is, uh, yes. Yes, it’s working. Good job.”

“Good,” she giggled. “Um… are we really that alike? Body-wise.”

Snorting, she poked Ruby in the stomach as she said, “Pretty much. Like, a couple small things, but you got a lot more of your mom’s genes than our dad’s. I think mine were pretty evenly split.”

“Like what’s different?” she asked, turning from side to side and looking down at her body, as if a flashing sign would point out the changes.

“You sure you want me to tell you about this?” A nod. With a shrug, she tapped her chin. “Well… she trims it up down there. Tattoo, and of course you don’t have any tats. Uh, her hips are a tiny bit wider? Probably from squeezing you out.” Ruby made a disgusted noise. “And she has stretch marks from that, too.”

Nodding, Ruby piped up, “So basically, if I ever have a kid I’ll turn into a clone of my mom?”

“Yep.” Grinning to herself, she started poking more as she said, “And you’ll have marks here, and here, and over here-”

“HEY!” Ruby laughed, convulsing a little. “Not again!” After a few more ticklings, she backed onto the bed, flailing and cackling aloud as Yang attacked her until she was red-faced, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.

Then Yang was pinning her by the wrists to keep her from retaliating, chuckling as she grinned down at the sniffling and giggling girl below her. After a few more seconds, they both stopped laughing… but the smiles remained in place.

“Love you,” Ruby whispered up at her, so earnestly that Yang could feel her heart squeeze.

“Me, too.” Leaning down, she kissed her very gently, and Ruby responded without any hesitation. “Totally in love.”

Nodding, she bit her lip before reaching up to squeeze her shoulder through her shirt. “And I’m super cool with that now. Still weird, but like… I know that it doesn’t matter how weird it is. How I feel about you is more important than how other people feel about how I feel about you.”

Yang was still lying there, partly next to and partly on top of her half-sister and trying to think of any words that could match those, when a knock came at the door. Then their father shouted, “Hey, girls!”

“DON’T COME IN!” Ruby shouted right away. “I’m not dressed yet!”

The door had started to open a half-inch, but then shut tight again. “Sorry! Hurry up, come watch me clean the fish for dinner!”

“Why?” Yang groaned, trying to calm down after having been scared out of her mind a moment before. “I don’t wanna watch fish guts spilling all over the place…”

“You should learn this! Come on, don’t take too long!”

“Okay, Dad!” Ruby called back. After his steps receded, she turned to Yang with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “That was close!”

“Yep.” Leaning in, she pressed her lips just behind Ruby’s ear, earning her closed eyes and a sigh. “Mm… I keep thinking that this is such a bad idea… but like… you’re right, we might as well be honest about this. I like you, and you like me.”

Nodding, she raised a hand so her fingers could trail over Yang’s cheek. “So much.” Then she sat up on her elbows. “Do you wanna dress me?”

“Huh?”

“Dress me up, like a doll. Put my clothes on me. I want you to…”

The light blush in Ruby’s cheeks and the way she was gazing at Yang made her heart beat so fast she thought it might gallop out of her chest. So she made a joke, to distract both of them. “Ain’t I supposed to wanna do the opposite?”

“Yang,” she hissed, and they both laughed. “Maybe later.”

Then Yang got up and went to the dresser. She pulled out a few things, ones that more or less matched, and went back to Ruby, holding up the underwear and adjusting them so that the leg holes were lined up correctly.

“Come on, let’s do this.” Ruby slid her legs through, but then she pushed a foot into Yang’s face. The blonde grunted, “Cut that out!”

“Why? They’re clean.” When Yang merely glared down at her in annoyance, she giggled and booped her nose with the big toe. Not that Yang truly minded; as she had said, they were recently-scrubbed, and soft. “You don’t like my little piggies?”

Rolling her eyes, Yang grabbed her ankle and kissed the toes. “Don’t be dumb, of course I do. Every part of you’s on the list.”

Then she forced the leg down and away so she could pick up the pair of shorts. While Ruby was pulling her panties better into place, she wrestled her legs into the shorts, as well. Then she stood up, looking upward into her big sister’s eyes as she held her arms up for the shirt.

“Why… do I get the feeling you really like me doing this?” Yang asked.

“Told you already, it’s nice. Letting my sis take care of me.”

Blushing a lot more than those words should have made her blush, Yang forced the shirt down over Ruby’s head to cut off their view of each other for a few seconds. Give her time to recover. When the head popped through, it was grinning, and Yang shook her head before pulling her into a hug.

“Stop being so cute. It’s annoying.”

“Annoying?!”

Watching their dad clean the fish was both irritating and disgusting, but also fascinating for Yang. Ruby had been through it a time or two, but this was the first time Yang had ever seen anything like that. She looked and listened, and tried to make up for not having gone with her dad in the first place.

Maybe it was partly guilt over what she and Ruby were doing when out of sight of the adults, or maybe the secret the three of them were keeping about the incident with his wife. She felt completely awful keeping so many secrets from him… but she knew that telling him would be the only thing worse than keeping secrets. It sucked, but this was just the truth of the situation, and they would all have to get used to it.

Which was why she finally did bring up bowling. He jumped on the chance, which did make Yang feel even worse, but simultaneously assuaged some of her previous guilt; at least she was doing something about it now. When she and Ruby went back inside to tell Summer, she smiled and said that she would be happy to go, even though the glance she gave Yang was a little more awkward than it had been before.

“God, you weren’t kidding,” Ruby whispered on their way back out to the garage. “You two really did have an almost-thing!”

“You think I’d make up something like that?!” Groaning in annoyance, she rubbed at her face while Ruby giggled. “I’m glad you think this is hilarious.”

“Sorry. It’s just super weird.”

“Actually, I mean it; I really am glad that you do, instead of being weirded out. At least that makes one of us. It’ll be hard to put the whole thing behind me. But I’m gonna try.”

Threading her fingers through Yang’s, Ruby leaned up to kiss her cheek for the brief second no one was around to see it. “I believe in you, Yang.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

#every little part of you #enabler #rwby smut #rwbyremnants #incest fanfiction

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exo-one-shots · 7 years

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Drive Me Crazy

Written By: Admin T.Pot Summary: Y/N has asked Sehun to teach her how to drive cause she just got her permit and her driving test was in 2 weeks. Sehun agrees to teach her, and although she says she knows the basics, she doesn’t really know how to actually drive a car. A/N: Sorry for the long wait guys TT I didn’t know which was easier to finish cause the fics and shots I’ve started to write offline were all just starters and I didn’t really think them through;; but I finished this one TT I’ve been really stressed and busy I couldn’t really bring myself to write cause of the exhaustion and part laziness;;; But here you guys go TT one is finally finished;;; And since it’s Sehun’s birthday still LOL ... I promise to come back soon ! So wait for me !! Word Count: 3000

[Sehun ! I passed the written test ! I scheduled my driving test to 2 weeks from now. Could I ask you to probably teach me ? Please ?]

I couldn't help but smile at how she asked me. Of course I was down to teach her. I even offered to not too long ago. But I know how she is. She never wants to be rude so she asks even if she knows the answer. I quickly text her back, but instead of saying yes,

'What will you give me in return ?'

And sure enough, a reply comes within 30 seconds.

[That's not fair ! You offered !]

'It's been a while. Have you checked the expiration date ?'

[What ?? You can't put an expiration date !! That's really not fair TT]

My smile widened at the image of her pouting while texting, clearly taking this literally. She was too easy to tease. Not that I'm a sadist, but she's really cute when she's in her whiny mode. Which is quite odd knowing how I get annoyed at even the slightest bit of a pitch in a girl's voice. But Y/N is always different.

'You owe me.'

[...Fine... I'll buy lunch...]

'Dinner.'

[But dinner is more expensive !]

'Exactly.'

[...I hate you...]

'What ? You want to pay $80 for driving lessons ? Okay, fine with me.'

[No !! Sehun TT I love you TT]

By now, my smile has turned into low giggles. Sounds disgusting and I can't even understand why I always get all giddy when I'm making fun of her, but I can't help it. It tickles my heart to see the words. But my mind instantly drifts off and my smile is gone in an instant and an unsatisfied expression with my brows furrowed takes its place... I deeply sigh at the thought that depresses me every time...

If only we were more than friends...

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"Sehun-ah ~" I see Y/N frantically waving her arms as she runs towards me.

A gradient smile placed on her soft pink lips. I try my best to keep myself from running towards her, meeting her halfway, and pulling her into my arms for a tight embrace and giving her kisses all over her face. It was hard at first to keep myself calm, but I've gotten used to it during the years.

I carefully watch her running across the empty parking lot of our school and I couldn't help but depict the future. She wasn't far now, only a few steps but I bet she's going to trip on her own fee- yep. She did. But good thing I was fast enough to catch her.

"Tsk. Watch your step and don't run," my tone came out colder than intended but I guess she's used to it, since she knows I'm not one to express myself.

"Heh, sorry," she giggles while sticking out her tongue and raising her eyes with her head low.

She doesn't even know how adorable the expression she's portraying is. It's the exact reason why my face always cringles up when she does it, wishing she only did that in front of me and not where others can see her.

If you're going to think this way, just make her yours already, Sehun.

I keep telling myself, but it's not always easy as it seems. Like I said, I'm not an expressive person and if I go back to the time when we first met, I'm still worried that she's going to be afraid of me again. We were introduced by our mutual friend, Chanyeol, but unlike him, since I was always quiet and had a serious, almost annoyed -- blank, in my defense -- face on, she wasn't so fond of me. Better yet, since she's very shy, she was quite afraid of me.

On the other hand, my first impression of her was 'cute'. And if anyone knows me, I really like cute things. I know. Surprising for a guy like me, right ? You'd think I'm into clubbing, drinking, and big breast cougars. Well, that's what most people will think, based on "how rich my family is", "how I am so good-looking", and just cause I have such a face. But believe it or not, I'm a simple guy. I like walks in the park, playing with my dog, and just going for a drive to the beach.

And being the simple guy that I claim myself to be, I like simple girls. Girls like Y/N, who doesn't plaster her face with so much make-up, who doesn't try get to me by playing innocent, and who doesn't really know me from what she's heard but knows me from spending the time to get to know me.

So yea, little things like sticking out her tongue as she giggles apologetically drives me insane. But I can't be too forward and tell her my feelings cause she's the type to take things slow. Funny, how liking someone turns you into a very observant person. I feel as though I know every little detail about her.

"Okay, so should we start ?" she looks up to me with sparkling eyes.

I nod, with the slightest smile. Barely anything. She smiles widely and reaches to open the driver seat's door. I make my way over to the passenger's seat. It was quite awkward. I never imagined I would be sitting in the passenger seat of my own car. And I'm not too sure if I'm 100% comfortable with having someone else drive my car; but it was good, cause I was with her.

"So, I know the basics. Don't worry too much on telling me how to start the car or you know... driving," she laughs. I smirk. "I guess, just be with me as I practice driving around ?"

I nod in approval as I wave my hand, signaling to her that the car is all hers. She giggles in excitement. Her small hands softly strokes the wheel handle. I slightly cock my head questioning what it was that she was doing.

"Hehe, hi baby. I'm going to be the one taking care of you today okay ? Daddy is still in the car so don't worry about being alone with me. I won't do anything to hurt you, so please bear with me, okay love ?"

Then Y/N dramatically threw her around the wheel, hugging it while patting it like she was trying to comfort it as if it was a living creature in pain. I let out a snort unknowingly. Y/N swiftly turned her head to glare at me but I quickly avoided her eyes by turning my head towards the window while covering my mouth with a fist.

I felt her intense stair on the back of my head, and so I tried to keep the laugh in but the air left my nose, breaking the silence in the car.

"Stop laughing !"

"I'm... not laughing," I tried.

"Then say it to my face !"

I swallowed in the laughter trying to leave me and turned myself back around to face her. Little did I know that she was now leaning closer to my side with her elbows resting on the armrest in between our seats. The both of us froze. My eyes locked into hers. This was the first time we had our faces so close to each other. My eyes roamed down her delicate features and were fixed onto her lips slightly open with her front two teeth slightly showing. I swallowed the urge to kiss her and brought my eyes back up to her meet her eyes.

As soon as our eyes met, her eyes widened and started to wander to a different place at every blink trying to figure out where to put her eyes on. I wouldn't have minded just staring at each other all day. But it wasn't long till she turned her face forward and avoided the contact.

"L-let's d-drive...!!"

I kept my eyes on the side profile of her face. Her cheeks were flustered bright pink, she bit her bottom lip and blinked twice, looking like she was thinking about something. Then she shut her eyes and slightly shook her head, as if she's getting rid of a thought. I hold in a laugh while trying to figure out what's going through her head that's making her look this adorable. But I don't question it as she started the engine.

"Okay, since there's no one here today, how about just driving around as freely as you want ?" I say, just to chase the tension away, since it seemed she wasn't going to talk first.

Y/N nodded. She stepped on the break and turned the gear into drive, but when she lifted her foot and stepped on the pedal, the car pushed forward hard enough for both of our heads to hit the head rest. Y/N quickly stepped on the breaks realizing her mistake. The forced pushed both of us forward. I felt my heart rate speed up faster than when I was with her.

"Yah !" I shouted out of instinct.

I saw Y/N flinch at my outburst. I then realized I raised my voice at her for the first time. I wasn't mad, I was just surprised. And I should probably tell her that, since she's looking like she's committed the worst crime possible. So I cleared my throat and told her I was sorry, but she came back with a sorry as well.

"You're car's... pretty sensitive..." she bit her lip.

"Try stepping on the pedal more slowly and gently," I sighed.

Y/N nodded and tried. But again, the car lashed out and then came to a quick stop. I sighed again as she apologized. Good thing there wasn't any cars or parking blocks at each parking spot. But I couldn't take this anymore. My patience has finally hit its limit.

"Park the car," I finally tell her.

Y/N looked guilty. She did as I said and I got out of the car. Y/N put her head down as I closed the door and kept it there until I got around the car and opened the door to the driver's seat.

"Get out," I said, coming out more harsh then intended.

Her lips pursed into a frown, looking like she could cry any minute. She slowly undid her belt and stepped out the car, still not making eye contact with me. As soon as she was out, I sat at the driver's seat. I pushed the seat back until there was enough space in front of me, but also close enough for me to reach the pedals.

"Get in," I say, trying to sound softer than before.

Y/N finally lifted her head from the ground and looked at me with big eyes, clearly not understanding the situation. Since she's so easy to read, I give her the answer to her unspoken question.

"Since you don't know how to control your pressure on the pedals, I'll show you."

But seeing her reaction, which was just standing there still looking confused, I sighed in surrender and pulled her by her wrist but gently enough so that she fell into the seat without hurting her. She gave in and sat down on the space available.

"Take your shoes off," I told her.

She did as I said and I took the shoes from her and put it on the floor in the passenger seat. She then made herself more comfortable by wiggling into the seat. And in that moment, I was starting to regret my suggestion. But it was too late to back out now. Y/N was fully in the car with both her legs in the car. I sighed inwardly and closed the door.

"Seatbelt ?" Y/N asked as she looked back, shifting a bit on the seat.

"Yeap..." I tried then reached for the belt.

I pulled it around Y/N and clipped it in. The belt caused Y/N to rest her back fully against my chest. The way her body fit perfectly into my embrace felt like heaven. There's nothing I would ask more of if only I could keep her in my arms like this all the time. I sighed at the thought.

Then I realized another heartbeat other than my own. I blinked and tried to focus my senses and in doing so I realized her heartbeat was just like mine, beating rapidly. I let out a soft scoff, happy to know I'm getting some kind of reaction from the contact. I get a slight glimpse of her cheeks from the back and see that she's turned bright red.

"Shall we start ?" I asked.

"Y-yes...!" she jumped.

"Alright," I chuckled. "Put your right foot on top of mine. I'm going to drive so that you know how to control your pressure."

Y/N nodded as she took in a deep breath. She let it out shakily, indicating she was ready. I placed my foot with hers on top of mine on the break and put the car into drive. As I slowly lifted my foot, I felt her concentration from how she went stiff as I stepped on the pedal. It made me smile.

"Hands," I stated, and she instantly lifted her hands to hold the wheel.

I brought her hands up to cover the back of mine so that she knows how to handle the wheels while turning them. Her fingers weakly slipped in between mine when I lifted my hand a bit to turn the wheel. I felt her fingers trying to find their way out from in between mine, but I held them in with a slight grip, not wanting her to escape.

"Se-Sehun... Can we stop the car for a second...?" she asked cautiously.

I raised my eyebrows in question, but still complied to her request. I slowly brought the car to a stop and put the gear in park. I didn't let go of the wheel, still not wanting her to move her hands. But to my dismay, she broke free from my not-so-hard grip and took in a deep breath.

"I think... This is enough for today...?" I could just feel her bite her lips.

"Why ? It's only been like 5 minutes since we actually started to do something," I tried to low-key convince her to stay longer.

"Well, like... I think I'm good on the pedal part," she breathed.

"...."

There was a long silence between us, and I don't know if it was just me, but I could hear the sound of our heartbeats beating together. And I couldn't tell who's was faster.

"I'll get out of the car now," Y/N suddenly stated and started to reach over to grab her shoes.

But before she got far, I grabbed her wrist.

"Wait..." I said, but it came out softer than I wanted, almost a whisper.

I brought her hand back in front of her and now my arm was around her waist. I slowly let go of her wrist and gently made my way to her hand, slipping it under her palm so that I can hold onto it by interlocking our fingers. I moved my left arm and her hands quickly lifted off my hand. I brought my left arm around so that I was now hugging her by the waist. Y/N flinched at the touch and her body was still stiff.

"Umm... S-Sehun...?"

"Mmm," I answered, letting her know she can say what she wants to.

"What... Are we doing...?" she sounded confused, but also troubled.

My brows came to a frown, realizing she might not appreciate these actions. I sighed. I knew I should be letting go of her, but I really didn't want to. And my indecisiveness caused me to rest my forehead on the crook of her neck. I closed my eyes, feeling as though I couldn't hold these feelings inside me anymore.

"Y/N..." I felt her head turn slightly towards me, and so I lifted my head a bit to meet eyes with her.

She blinked multiple times with the bright red color in her cheeks.

"I like you..." I whispered, embarrassed to say it louder.

Her eyes widened while her lashes fluttered. Her face started to flush even more. But the fact that she wasn't pushing me away gave me the confidence to continue.

"No, I love you..." I said as I rested my cheeks on the back of her shoulder, still looking into her eyes which weren't as wide anymore.

"You drive me crazy in everything you do, and I can't help but feel like I want you all to myself... I want to make you mine and keep you in my arms forever..." I calmly blinked, although my eyes were roaming around her features trying to see if anything about her expression showed some kind of rejection or even acceptance.

But instead, I decided to ask her the question.

"Can we be more than friends...?"

After hearing the question, Y/N turned her head forward and dropped them to look my arms that were wrapped around her securely. I then felt her soft hands on my left arm, and then she gave me the slightest nod.

I lifted my head and my eyes widened. I wanted to make sure she said yes. I had to make sure. And so I let go of her hand and brought my hand up to her face to have her turned towards me. Our eyes met for a brief second before hers roamed off.

"Really ?" I asked, almost sounding scared to hear otherwise.

Y/N brought her left hand and grabbed onto my wrist that was holding onto her face. Her lips curled up into a sheepish smile.

"Me too..." she giggled. "I like you too."

And with that, I might've lost my mind. I couldn't help myself and went forward to place my lips on hers. And just as I imagined, they were soft, sweet, and I needed more. Y/N was stiff with tension. I lightly licked the bottom of her top lip asking for entrance and she slightly opened her lips allowing me entry, and once the kiss deepened, her body loosened up and melted in my arms.

Her reaction was just so precious, it made me smile.

I can't believe she's finally mine.

#EXO #Sehun #Sehun x Reader #Sehun Fluff #Drive Me Crazy #Admin T.Pot

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cyjprojectarchive · 7 years

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caught | youngjae

prompt: “got ya.” group: GOT7 pairing: choi youngjae, you genre: fluff words: 3064 note: lol omg i made this longer than necessary but forgive me i love my bias sm ;~;

“I’m here,” you whisper through your iPhone’s microphone. “Nobody’s seen me yet so we’re good, for now,” you add in a hurried tone, glancing both directions in subtle motions as to not act anymore suspicious than you already are.

The man on the other end chuckles breathlessly and you fight off a grin. You didn’t even say anything funny this time, but Choi Youngjae almost always finds you adorable whatever it is that you do, and you might not admit it to his face, but you crave that feeling of being cared for all the time- especially by him.

“Relax, jagi, we’ve been out for a few months now. The dating ban is over, and people know we’re together,” he reassures you, footsteps echoing through the call. You nod in agreement, but you realize he can’t see you so you respond, “I know, I know. Force of habit?”

Youngjae laughs again. “You don’t have to worry anymore.” A lock clicks and the door in front of you opens with a quick swing, revealing a sweater-clad and sweatpants-wearing Youngjae. His hair was still slightly damp and his face clean and fresh. He just got out of the shower minutes before you called him stating your arrival.

“Morning, sunshine,” you tease as both of you tackle each other in a warm and tight embrace. You smell a faint yet familiar scent of vanilla exuding off your boyfriend and you can’t help but inhale it all in. It’s been too long since you guys were this close, let alone see each other in person. The skinship is truly justified.

“Ha-ha,” he mocks, knowing full well it’s one in the afternoon. He gives you a shy peck on the cheek which you respond with a blush, and he leads you to the dorm with one hand intertwining with your free one. He takes a peek at the paper bag you’re holding and his face immediately lights up in excitement. “Food!”

“Yes, dear, I have food,” you answer. “Since you and the guys have been up all night, I assumed no one was going to wake up earlier than 12 so I decided to bring GOT7’s lunch as well.” Placing the paper bag on top of the counter, you turn back to Youngjae to cross your arms and give him an expectant look. “So, how many drinks did you have again?”

Youngjae’s eyes widen in surprise as he shakes his head in disagreement, “Hey! I had like two, max. Didn’t I text you last night?” You narrow your eyes, pretending to be suspicious, and mutter under your breath, “How am I supposed to know you were telling the truth, huh?”

“Honest!” He whines, eyes showing desperation. You feel so bad teasing him this way, but at the same time it was such an endearing sight to see him act so flustered and embarrassed in front of you, wholly knowing he truly is innocent in all his words. “You are the only one awake right now out of all of them…” you ponder to yourself. He bobs his head up and down to support your observation, “Yeah, yeah! And I didn’t want to miss this chance to spend the day with you. I wouldn’t ruin that for a hangover, I’ve missed you so much,” you hear a crack in his voice and quickly you apologize and say you were kidding, hugging the pure otter just trying to do his best to be with you and make you happy.

“I’m sorry, dear,” you say in between giggles.

“Don’t scare me like that! I thought you were actually mad at me,” he pouts once you release him from your bear hug. He takes both of your hands in his and swings it forward and back. Now it was your turn to kiss him calmly- but this time on his pouting lips. He gets surprised for a second but quickly forms a shy grin, probably remembering that you are his significant other and couples usually do that thing- kissing.

“Anyway,” you break the comfortable silence to pull him closer with your hands around his neck. You’re both blushing from cheeks to ears as you two are still new to all this skinship- and also it has been a hot minute since you’ve held him this close. Promotions for their new comeback have been hectic and took up most of his days. But now that it’s over, and they’re just preparing for their tours, they’ve been graciously rewarded for a whole day of free time. And you feel honored that Youngjae chose to spend it with you.

You knew about these challenges once you started dating him, and after today who knows when you guys would be able to have a whole day to yourselves again. But knowing the fact that you’re here with him right now, skin touching skin, it was all worth it to continue with the daily texts, one-hour phone calls, and late night Skype sessions. As long as he comes back to you, you know it’s all worth it.

“Let’s begin me beating you at Mario Kart, yes?” Wiggling your eyebrows, you race him to the living room as you know that statement is going to get him fired up. “Take that back!” He shouts behind you. You were right. Already out of breath, he grabs you by the waist and you both fall back into the couch-thankfully. You keep laughing as he attacks you with light tickles. You swat his hands away as you tell him to stop and he only continues roughing you up with all the energy he could muster.

You find his hands and trap them in your shaking ones. Your body is only starting to recover from the adrenaline rush and you see the utter beauty in front of you reciprocating your actions. His eyes disappear and his smile only grows. This moment seems too perfect for you to end, and he looks at you the same, so you stare at each other with a love so tender. You feel yourself automatically moving in, closing your eyes to feel the intense heat emanating from your body. Nervousness washes over you as doubt tells you Youngjae was not getting the hint.

But gentle lips meet your trembling ones and you slowly match the desire he was expressing through the kiss. Lying back down the couch, Youngjae encloses you in his form, making sure you were as comfortable as possible. You urge him to move forward, you want his chest heaving against yours. You want his face almost melted into yours. You want him, all of him, into you.

You missed him so much.

He places sweet kisses on each side of your lips, traveling down to your jaw and then to the crook of your neck, earning a tiny moan from your already plump lips. You feel his smile digging softly into your skin and you just want to feel his touch on there, all day.

“Well, isn’t this better than Mario Kart, don’t you think?” He asks, still focused on giving your exposed skin peppered kisses. You giggle which caused your throat to vibrate. He nuzzles his nose against it and you slap his back playfully. “I didn’t know you had this in you, Youngjae!” You admit, the nerves you possessed already non-existent. He swiftly looks up at you and his eyes show that of worry. “Wait, did you not like it?” He asks, unsure. He begins to detach himself from you and you panic.

“No, baby, I did. I absolutely did. Youngjae, please. Look at me,” you return to your sitting position while gently placing your hand on his knee. “It’s just that you know we have only been dating for a few months, and I haven’t seen you in so long so being… you know, that intimate caught me off guard but Youngjae, I loved every bit of it,” you explain in the best way you could, carefully choosing your words as to not create any more misunderstanding. He looks at you and your heart melts. You could almost detect the fear he seemed to accumulate in his senses, anxious that he forced you to come into that close of a contact with him.

“Did you like it, Youngjae? Being that close?” You ask sheepishly. He squeezes your hand on his knee and nods his head your way. “Of course. It just felt right to me. It felt comfortable.”

“I’m the same way,” you tell him, glad that it has all been cleared up. You both share the same reassuring silence just snuggled into each other’s arms. Eventually, you begin to set up the game controllers and spend an hour or so playing Mario Kart and beating him every time.

“Unfair! It’s just because I haven’t played in a while, so I’m a bit rusty,” he excuses himself, sweating from all the losses he’s already taken.

“Whatever makes you sleep at night,” you shoot back with a wink.

After countless wins, booming laughs, and a few sneaky kisses here and there, you finally pause the game and return to the calming state of leaning towards Youngjae’s back while his arms capsulated your waist, head snug against your neck. You guys share stories of mundane activities that have happened recently from the test you had last Friday which you totally aced because the night before Youngjae sang you to sleep and gave you encouraging words to the recent performances he and the guys have had which he felt proud of the most. Seeing him talk about the boys and their hard work for themselves and the fans really inspires you to do better yourself. And the way his eyes twinkle in honest enjoyment from relaying to you events that transpired with the group makes you happy for him that he’s found six other friends who share the same passions he has.

It truly is a dream being with Youngjae.

You hear doors opening and footsteps approaching the living room. You share a nervous look with Youngjae and before you guys can release each other’s embrace, one fellow only in his boxers has already greeted you in his sleepy state.

“Oh hey, noona, didn’t know you were coming,” Bambam says to you as he rubs the sleep in his eyes. You hide your face into Youngjae’s neck as he only laughs at your discretion, his hands squeezing your shoulder.

“Wha-? Did I do something?” Bambam immediately asks. Youngjae points at his bare chest and Bambam responds with a shy laugh. “Oh, oh! So sorry, noona! I’ll go and dress myself up real quick,” he exclaims after dashing through the door which Yugyeom just got out of.

“Is he gone?” You whisper through the fabric of your boyfriend’s sweater. “Yes, you can come back to Earth now,” he teases. You slowly peek through one eye, looking at Youngjae’s smiling expression and soon open both but rapidly finding yourself closing them shut again, squealing in the process.

“Jackson, put on some clothes! Noona’s here,” Yugyeom states in a flurry. Jackson only chuckles and walks near you, patting the top of your head as a greeting. “I don’t think she minds, right?” Youngjae punches Jackson’s arm and he retreats. “Aigo, your boyfriend is hitting me again! So early in the morning,” he complains to you.

“You deserve it,” you reprimand him, opening your eyes but faltering your gaze away from the shirtless Jackson Wang in front of you. You were not used to seeing them this less clothed, so it was a challenge to keep a straight face. “And mind you, Jacks, it’s already four in the afternoon.”

“I bet you don’t mind Youngjae if he didn’t have any clothes on, though,” your ears perk up at the sound of a certain leader’s teasing remarks. Youngjae whines at Jaebum’s comment while Jackson points at the two of you in a laughing manner. You stand up, realizing everyone seems to be getting up from their hangover state. “Okay, I see GOT7 is all awake and ready to seize the day now, but you can’t be doing that without food.”

“Noona brought food? You’re the best!” Yugyeom declares out loud, bowing to show you respect. Mark comes into the scene and spots you, waving his hand to say hello. You smile back- at least some of them are decent the moment they wake up.

“I’m going to prepare the food now,” you announce while walking to the kitchen. It was only a few feet away from the living room so you could still faintly hear their conversations, but it was slightly covered with a divider for privacy purposes. Grabbing the box full of food out of the paper bag, you begin to set the plates and utensils up.

“You were getting it on there, weren’t you, Youngjae?” You hear Jackson’s voice booming with pride for his friend. You shake your head in amusement, only imagining how helpless Youngjae could be at the moment.

“Jackson-hyung, no! We were just cuddling, and I was perfectly okay with that,” he defends himself.

“But you guys were so close to one another, and you were smiling so widely,” Yugyeom inserts. You didn’t hear Youngjae say anything to that, but you do pick up Jinyoung’s tone and you guess he has awaken and got out of his bed as well.

“Oh, you girlfriend is here?” “Yeah, and she’s preparing food for us,” Jaebum adds. “She’s really wife material, isn’t she, Youngjae-hyung?” Bambam asks with a squeal. Everyone else joins in the teasing, and you wanted to laugh with them but you keep your composure as to not disturb their current banter.

“She really is something, though. Someone, I mean. Someone different, someone special.” The noise finally dies down and you can only hear Youngjae’s sincere voice in the room. You listen in intently, your heart beginning to race.

“Isn’t she your first girlfriend?” Jackson inquires. Youngjae might have nodded in response because it was Jinyoung who you hear next. “How do you know she’s special?”

“It’s just… something about her, hyung. The way she made me feel the day we first met. Even though I know for sure it wasn’t love at first sight, more like infatuation, but every time we talked, saw each other, indulged in each other’s presence, it was as if I didn’t want her to leave my side, and I always want to be with her too.”

You know how much Youngjae feels for you. He has admitted that you are his first, and that he promises to cherish your being as well as make you feel loved every day of your life. He may not be your first relationship, but surely he is the most unexpected and loving one out of all of them.

“I know she’s my first, but I’ve just been waiting to find someone who captures my heart and my mind the way she has, and continues to do so,” Youngjae explains. “I told myself that the first time I’ll ever be in a relationship, I don’t want it to be just a fling. I want it to be serious that we’re on the same page wherein we can see each other still being together in the long run.”

“And you see that in her?” Jaebum asks.

“Definitely,” Youngjae answers, and you just hear the content in his voice.

A tap of the finger came into contact with your shoulder and you jump, putting your mouth behind your hand to muffle the sudden scream. You turn your head to face a smirking Mark.

“Got ya,” he utters, a winning grin spreading across his face. You keep your lips sealed behind your hand as you tilt your head in confusion, playing dumb.

“Oh, please, I saw you in the corner of my eye eavesdropping. It’s okay, though, it’s not like you don’t already know how whipped Youngjae is,” he states, shrugging his shoulders.

You bring your hands to your sides, gaining composure. “I do… but not to this extent,” you admit, feeling the heat creeping in your cheeks for the nth time today. Mark’s eyes show that of surprise but he passes it with a chuckle.

“Well, then let me be the first to tell you that Youngjae never shuts up about you. And now you know why.” He winks before getting himself a plate of food with utensils.

“Thanks for lunch, eomma,” he bickers, making his way back to the living room and letting the others now that food is ready to be consumed. You scoff at the term he used but your mind is still swirling with thoughts of Youngjae truly in love with you.

Of course you know this, even you yourself has confessed your love to him one cozy night before, but being informed that he talks about it to some of the closest friends he has, it’s a feeling you’ve never felt before.

Everyone breezes over you with a thanks as they get their share of food and walk back to the living room. You only nod and shoo them away to eat at their own pace. They probably didn’t think you were aware of the conversation that has transpired, but once it was only you and Youngjae left in the kitchen, you couldn’t contain your happiness.

“I see it in you too, you know?” You blurt out loud while Youngjae reaches for two plates for the two of you. He stops in his tracks and widens his eyes. Looking at you in bewilderment, he blushes. “Y-you heard that?”

“The kitchen isn’t very far, and your voice isn’t exactly the quietest, dear,” you comment, laughing to ease the nervousness away. He laughs with you and brings his hand at the back of his head.

“I love you,” you whisper so only his ears could pick it up. “And I’m so glad I’m here with you right now.” You step closer to his form while wrapping your arms around his waist, looking up at his cheerful smile. He hugs you back tightly, the warmth he radiated flowing through you as well.

“I love you, and I’m glad that didn’t scare you away,” he jokes with a nervous laugh. You kiss him on the lips and bury your head into his chest, feeling yourself ease into him.

“It only made me stay even more, Youngjae.”

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magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics · 7 years

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Experiment - Request

Requested by @newts-fan-case: So could you do a Sherlock x Reader were she is riding his face? (Lol I'm a sinner but I ain't sorry) like for an experiment 'cause Sherlock thinks a person can't get aroused just by giving pleasure to someone else, but he is wrong and yeah ;) & Anon: Hi! Can I request a smut one shot with Sherlock where he wants to try have the reader sit on his face and eat her out and she's shy & a bit self conscious with her body and he makes sure he makes her see Stars (with a little fkuff)? Thank you! 💞

Summary: ^^ That.

Pairing: Sherlock x reader.

Word count: 2,055

Warnings: Smut - face riding - and self-consciousness (just a little bit).

A/N: God bless the sinners.

Enjoy!

“It just can’t be… It’s impossible…” Sherlock mumbled as he walked upstairs.

“What’s impossible?” (Y/N) inquired without looking up.

“Sherlock thinks a person can’t get aroused by giving pleasure to another.” Watson explained tiredly.

“Why would anyone get aroused if they’re not receiving the proper stimulation?” The consultant detective exclaimed.

“Because…” Watson sighed heavily, “I won’t explain it to you again. You have to live it to get it.”

Sherlock groaned and stormed to his room. John shared an annoyed glance with (Y/N) and left.

She was impressed that none of them asked why she was there, but then again, both knew she was very concerned about their current case, so maybe it wasn’t that weird. Therefore, she kept doing her research – in Sherlock’s computer – until he went out of his room.

“What are you doing here?” He inquired.

“Case.” She replied nonchalantly.

“Good.” He gulped and stood there awkwardly.

“Do you want me to leave?” She asked, still not looking up at him.

“No.” He said, “Actually I…”

“You…”

“I want to do an experiment and I think you’ll be a great help.” He spoke quickly. If she didn’t know better, she would’ve sworn he was nervous.

“Sure, what is it? Head exploding? Eye-ball tea tasting?”

“No, none of that.” He interrupted. (Y/N) was ignoring him – she was too focused on the computer’s screen – which made it a lot harder for him to ask what he needed to ask.

“Then what is it?” She asked once more.

“It’s… Complicated.” She sighed heavily and looked at him for a second.

“Everything with you is complicated; I think I got used to it already.” And with that she turned to the computer again.

Sherlock took a deep breath before blurting out his request. “I need you to ride my face.”

(Y/N) froze. “You what?”

“I need you to ride my face.” He repeated, more confident than before. (Y/N) wasn’t moving, and she wasn’t looking at him.

“You mean like…”

“Yes.” Sherlock spoke calmly.

“Why?” He hesitated to respond.

“I need to prove a point, that’s all.” Her head fell to the front and she shut her eyes.

“You want me to ride your face just so you can prove that Watson is wrong?” She was upset, and Sherlock couldn’t really understand why.

“Indeed.” He said, “Why are you so mad about it?”

“Because one doesn’t just… Ask a girl to do such things to prove a point.” She finally turned her head to see him.

There was something in her eyes. A nervous glint, a shiver, something that Sherlock sensed but couldn’t comprehend. Maybe he had crossed the line with the subject, but that didn’t make any sense at all – especially not after Mrs. Hudson insinuating comments about them – and he was afraid to ask, but at the same time, his personal ego begged for him to convince her.

“But I need to know!” He complained, not knowing how to react. “I thought you understood the satisfaction of proving a point.”

“I do!” She exclaimed, getting up from her chair. “But this is too much.”

“Why?” He stepped closer.

“Because I won’t expose myself just like that so you can call John an imbecile!”

“But he is an imbecile.” Sherlock mumbled, “Just… Please.”

“No.” She stated.

Sherlock sighed, ready to get his manipulation knowledge at use. “It’s for the science’s sake.”

“This isn’t a school project, Sherlock… It’s not something you can do at Saint Barts in five minutes…” He licked his lips.

“Then what is it?”

“It’s something intimate.” She insisted.

“So you’re saying it can only be shared with people who you like and likes you back?” He inquired, putting words on her mouth.

“Yes-no!” She huffed loudly. “It’s more than that.”

“More than what? You like me, I like you; we both like to make John feel like an idiot…”

“I don’t like to make him feel like an idiot...” Sherlock lifted an eyebrow, “Always.”

“Fine, forget about John.” He begged, “You’re the only one I can ask to help me with this.”

“I’m sure Molly would be more than pleased to help.” (Y/N) muttered.

“I don’t like her as much as I like you.” He replied in a low volume.

“Is that your way of manipulating me to get what you want? Indirect compliments?”

“Only if they work.” He shrugged his nose and smiled slightly. “I need you to help me.”

Somehow, Sherlock Holmes always managed to get what he wanted and that night wasn’t the exception. (Y/N) ended up saying yes. Sherlock bought theatre tickets for Mrs. Hudson to stay away of 221B while they experimented and also so (Y/N) felt more comfortable.

He was laying on his bed, fully dressed, waiting for her to join him. She was standing at the door, with her clothes on as well, unsure of how to proceed.

“Do I really have to ride…?”

“Yes.” He said, “I hate kneeling for longer than needed and, from the many possible positions, I think this one is the best to prove my point.”

“You did research about this?” He nodded effusively.

“Obviously, now come here.” She squirmed in her place but didn’t walk closer. Sherlock noticed her shyness and thought of ways to make her feel more comfortable – according to one of the blogs he had read, when both participants felt comfortable it worked better – “Would it make you feel better if I was naked as well?” He asked.

“I don’t know, I guess.” She shrugged her shoulders. Sherlock nodded and got up from bed while he started unbuttoning his shirt.

He took it off and started unzipping his pants when he noticed she was still not moving. “It’s not fair if I’m the only one getting undressed.” He winked at her and moved right in front of her; his blue eyes connected with hers. “Why are you so unsure about this?”

“I uh… There’s too much light here.” He responded and bit her lower lips shyly.

“Of course there’s light, I wouldn’t…” The sudden realization fell on him like an answer from Heaven. She had never showed any signs of being self-conscious about her body, but it seemed that the exposure of being naked was something different than the daily exposure, when she had her clothes on. “I won’t… I won’t judge you, (Y/N).” He said, although he wasn’t truly sure if that was what she wanted to hear.

“You better.” She replied, trying to hide her fear.

“There’s really nothing to be… Ashamed of.” He continued, “If one of us had to be unsure that would be me because uh… I don’t exercise.” He shrugged his nose and (Y/N) giggled a little. He was saying the right things, apparently. “And you’re incredibly pleasing to look at, so you shouldn’t really feel embarrassed.”

“You’ve only looked at me when I’m fully clothed.” She muttered.

“You’re forgetting I’ve got brains and, if I’m not wrong, you’re just as exquisite, clothes or not.” He commented.

“What if I’m not?” She whispered, looking down.

“I find it hard to believe, but if – and only if – you’re not… I wouldn’t know it because I’m too mesmerized by your internal beauty to care for the external.” He whispered back, “And, as I said before, you’re far too pleasing to look at so I might as well focus on your face.” (Y/N) laughed shyly at his words.

“You won’t be seeing much of my face in that position you wanted.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“Then I’ll imagine it.” Another wink. (Y/N) shook her head, took a deep breath, and started unbuttoning her own shirt.

Sherlock admired her every move. How graceful her fingers were over the buttons and the smoothness her skin showed as it got exposed slowly. It was a show only for him, and not only did it feed his ego, but it also made him feel a heart-warming/belly-tickling wave overwhelming his intellectual needs, substituting them with physical cravings.

She took her shirt off and looked up at Sherlock, dragging him out of his mind. He took his pants off and then she mimicked him. Sherlock grabbed her hands and reverse-walked until he crash with the bed. He leaned back and guided her over him.

Her legs were framing his shoulders, giving him a close view of her underwear. He pulled it down slowly, looking up at her at times to make sure she was fine with it and, when he couldn’t do more, she helped him take them off completely.

Meanwhile, he moved his hands up her waist and to her back, finding her brassier and getting rid of it after struggling a little. He needed practice, but little did he know his innocence made (Y/N) feel a lot more comfortable.

He lowered his hands to the back of her thighs and pushed her so she would move forward. She obeyed and soon her folds were inches away from his lips. Sherlock observed her carefully, admiring every fold, every curve, and every edge. He couldn’t understand why someone as beautiful would be concerned about her appearance - because, obviously, he was right: she was just as beautiful, clothes or not.

“You smell so good.” The vibration of his voice sending shivers to her spine – something Sherlock noticed – “Ready?” He asked and she nodded.

“Yes.”

His hands were around her thighs, controlling her. He pulled her closer and so his mouth got in full contact with her. She gasped a little at the feeling, tensing, and Sherlock took that as his cue.

It started with little kisses here and there, nothing too rough, but as she relaxed Sherlock became more and more intense until his tongue was swirling around her clit. She fought against herself, trying to keep her legs spread; she leaned to the front, holding the header of the bed as a support.

She was trembling, a wet mess, and Sherlock was enjoying it like nothing he had enjoyed before. His tongue found her entrance and didn’t hesitate in licking her as deeply as he could, ripping a moan out of (Y/N)’s throat.

That simple sound was all it took for him to get triggered. He felt his dick growing hard, even though (Y/N) hadn’t even touched him – not even accidentally – and his whole body trembled in anticipation.

(Y/N) started moving unconsciously. It wasn’t any kind of rough move, but rather shy circles over his tongue. Sherlock flowed with her, digging his fingers over her skin. He could feel her clenching, but he knew she was far from cumming, so he applied more pressure with his tongue right before returning to her clit.

He sucked and nibbled it over and over again before returning to her entrance where his tongue fucked her once more. (Y/N) was absolutely aroused by him and he was aroused by her. Their brains weren’t working as usually, they were too focused on sending the right reactions to each other’s actions to even care about logical thinking.

A cold wave hit (Y/N). She left out a loud whimper as her walls clenched even tighter. Her whole body trembled, shivered, flinched over Sherlock as she came. One of her hands found his hair and tangled around his black locks, pulling them slightly as she hit her climax while the other hand held onto the header as if it was the only thing keeping her from fainting.

Surprisingly enough, Sherlock came with her. A moan left his lips, vibrations over her wet skin and increasing the pleasure she was already feeling. His feet curled and his fingers dug deeper into her soft skin. It made no sense, she hadn’t even touched him – except for his hair, maybe – but there he was, aroused by her.

(Y/N) fell beside Sherlock, allowing him to breathe something other than her personal smell. She tried to steady her heart-beat, and Sherlock did too. (Y/N) turned to see him; his flushed cheeks and his plumped lips. It was like a vision from her wildest dreams.

Sherlock connected his blue gaze with hers and then looked down at his own mess. “Oh for God’s sake…” He mumbled.

“What?” She furrowed and followed his gaze. “Oh…” Sherlock sighed heavily and then looked back up at her. “So what’s the final verdict, Mr. Holmes.”

“I hate to say it…” He whispered, “But I was wrong.”

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mvssmallow · 7 years

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Cloudy With A Chance

Part 12: …of Shorts Weather.

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2 weeks later.

Hanbin taps his fingers to a directionless rhythm on the surface of his table. He’s written two paragraphs, both terrible, on a topic he wishes someone else got. Sometimes he loves his job but sometimes he wonders if he was just wasting his time writing articles he barely cares about.

“Are you planning on branching out into EDM? Dub-step? Big beat?” Donghyuk asks wearily from behind his laptop.

“Huh?”

“Oh I assume that’s what the tapping is about? Because surely you can’t be doing that just to annoy me, right?”

He retracts his finger back into his fist. “Sorry. This article just really isn’t working.”

Donghyuk sighs and looks at the clock on the wall before taking his glasses off to rub his eyes. “I’d help you but mine isn’t really working either. Business Week is so boring to write about. It’s nearly 3 though, why don’t you make yourself useful and do the caffeine run?”

“Yeah okay. Do you want the same thing again?”

“No, we’re stuck in a rut. I feel like something different today. Surprise me. Might not be such a bad idea for you to try something new as well?”

Hanbin rolls his eyes as he passes Donghyuk’s desk on the way out, “Yes, Dad.”

The temperature in their office is always set at a crisp 22 degrees (to prevent cozy unproductive lethargy) but outside is a warm and sunny 30 degrees. It’d be stifling if there wasn’t a light breeze through his thin summer shirt and it’d be even more unbearable if Jiwon hadn’t sent his obligatory text at 7am that morning.

[hey, fyi its gonna be really hot 2day. SHORTS WEATHER!!! have a good day at work, call me later xxJ]

He chuckles to himself thinking of how many pairs of shorts Jiwon must own by now (probably a few pairs shy of 100). It gets him thinking about Jiwon’s wardrobe, then his room, then his apartment…

…the one that Hanbin has never even been to.

Was it weird? It must be weird. They’ve never even seen the inside of each other’s apartments. Or hugged since that day at June’s. Or even had a proper date by themselves. Or kissed again.

It was weird.

It was backwards.

He frowns as he passes the bookshop where there’s a poster for the new book by Haruki Murakami, no doubt about another tragically beautifully relationship that will have him turning the pages well into the dawn and wondering why his own life wasn’t as poetic or why he couldn’t write as well or why he just can’t be like everyone else.

Stop it Hanbin.

Stop it.

He wills himself to stop mourning about normalcy or wanting to join the conveyer belt of society-approved romantics when he knows that the thing he has with Jiwon is totally and utterly not normal.

He’s feeling better by the time he’s reached the familiar corner cafe. It welcomes him in with its comforting smell of sweet chocolate, happy yellow almond cakes, floral herbal teas and life-affirming coffee. Maybe that’s why everyone who works there looks like they’ve got a permanent IV drip to the fountain of youth and all the customers come in looking like fading zombies.

He waits for his order by the window, getting lost in watching life walk up and down the street; there was an old man trying to courier a giant painting on his bike, a teenage punk with about fifteen piercings on his face and a young couple trying to corral their three tiny children in line for ice-cream.

But inevitably, as with most of his thought processes lately, he ends up thinking about Jiwon and what he’d be doing at the garage right at that moment. It’s pervasive, just like his negative thoughts, but instead of drowning in anxiety, anything Jiwon-flavoured fills him with security and optimism. He’s trying to adjust but the change still constantly surprises him (in a good way). No matter how wild and convoluted his thoughts become or how far they stray off course, Jiwon is always there in his mind, like a lighthouse at sea or a magnet that drags him back to North.

On a whim, Hanbin takes his phone out of his pocket.

[hey, do you want to have dinner together tonight?]

He’s walking back to the office when he gets a reply.

[do we have to cook it?]

[no, hospitals dates aren’t fun]

[then yes, lol. sorry really swamped right now, call you later]

[ok bunny, xxh]

[xxj]

It’s 5:30pm and the sun is beginning to ride low in the sky, casting a golden-peach haze over the city. Jiwon is waiting across the street from his office but instead of walking towards the car, Hanbin feels like he’s walking straight into a John Hughes high school movie.

Jiwon is leaning casually against the driver’s side door, scrolling and smiling at something on his phone. He’s wearing that soft worn-in white t-shirt that Hanbin likes (and has put on his To Steal One Day list), the sleeves are rolled up high to reveal more of the smooth tanned skin of his arms, each ridge and muscle defined every time the sun hits at the right angle. His hair is getting longer now, falling and tickling his eyes until he looks up to shake it away.

It’s then that their eyes meet across the street.

And Hanbin feels 15 years old again. He’s taken back to the exact moment when he first locked eyes with the American exchange student who transferred to his school and awoke everything that had been lying dormant in his mind for 15 years.

He swallows thickly and tries to calm down the intensity of his emotions but the way his stomach still drops, even after all this time, the way his smile is automatic in Jiwon’s presence, the way he can’t remember anything terrible for those few seconds, the way everything was so obvious, even if neither of them said it out loud….

This must be his Murakami moment.

Stop it, Hanbin.

Stop romanticising everything.

He’s just a person.

He’s honestly surprised he doesn’t get run over while trying to cross the road because did he even look both ways? He doesn’t remember.

“Hey.” Jiwon’s smile is bright and toothy, it says absolutely everything about him.

“Hey.” He says, wondering frantically if they should hug or kiss or handshake or high five now.

“Good day at work?”

“Not really, I couldn’t write anything decent.” He sighs.

“Oh that sucks.” Jiwon says as he pushes himself off the car and comes around to open the passenger’s side door. “What’s your topic this week?”

Hanbin just stares at the gesture as Jiwon walks away to open his own door. “Oh ummm, the the rise of mid-twenties CEOs and the growth of independent businesses.”

When they’re both buckled in, Jiwon wakes the Beast up with that brutal growl that always shoots straight to the primitive corner of Hanbin’s brain and gets his adrenaline going.

“Hey, why don’t you talk to June or Yoyo? They’ve got their own business and have a lot of friends like that. Might help you get some ideas?”

Hanbin pauses. Why didn’t he think of that?

“Why didn’t I think of that? Urgh, where were you eight hours ago?” He groans.

Jiwon gives him a proud smile that makes him look 10 years old. “Underneath the most beautiful girl in the world.”

“Wait, what?” Hanbin’s eyes widen in surprise and his voice is annoyingly high-pitched.

“Someone dropped off a 1961 California Spyder at the garage today.” Comes the cheeky reply and Hanbin grumbles with fake irritation, reaching over to punch Jiwon on the arm, leaving the other cackling and pretending that it hurts.

“You’re a jerk.” He says, trying to keep the relief out of his voice but obviously failing because he knows when he’s been busted. “Anyway, have all the car affairs you want. I think I’m going to just call you next time I get writer’s block though.”

Jiwon shifts the BMW into reverse, arm coming to rest behind Hanbin’s seat as he backs out onto the street, the movement causing just the faintest ghost of that familiar woodsy cologne to float between them. “So am I your new personal consultant?”

“Yes.”

“What’s the pay like?”

“Terrible. Virtually zero dollars.”

“God, how cheap are you?!” Jiwon teases as they stop at a red light, he fiddles with the buttons to the sound system before settling on an old Drake song.“You couldn’t afford me anyway.”

“Oh really. What’s your going rate these days?”

“One million dollars,” Jiwon replies smugly before looking across with that arrogant smirk that Hanbin finds annoyingly attractive. “Or….like, 20 hugs.”

Hanbin gives him an amused scoff. “Only 20? Deal.”

“No, I changed my mind. I want 40.”

“Oh 40? Then, no. No deal.”

Jiwon laughs loudly. “Fine. I’ll just keep all these good ideas to myself.”

“You are such a loser. It’s all your fault for being so distracting when I’m trying to work.”

“Hey, don’t blame me! In case you forgot, you agreed to date me so really, who is the bigger loser here?” Jiwon says. “And besides, if you blame me for anything, you’re kinda half blaming yourself. That’s the way things work now.”

Hanbin opens his mouth but ends up saying nothing.

Jiwon looks over with a quirk of his eyebrow. “What?”

“I’m stealing that to use in a future article.”

“Okay, I’ll put it on your tab. You owe me one million dollars and 40 hugs.”

“This is turning out to be a costly relationship.” He says with an exaggerated frown that really just wants to be a smile.

“Yeah suck it up, buddy.” Jiwon laughs. “Anyways, since you’re so poor, I’ll get dinner tonight. What do you feel like?”

“Italian?”

“You want to go eat out or…” Jiwon trails off, an uncertain expression on his angular face.

“I don’t really want to sit in a restaurant.” Hanbin says, trying to be brave for once but looking out the window the entire time. “Can we just get take-out? We could come back and eat it at my apartment.”

“Oh.” Jiwon says, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Only if you want to.” He adds quickly, heart jumping right into his throat as he dares to flick his eyes up in curiosity.

Jiwon is just smiling at him. “Yeah, yeah I do.”

“Cool. I want pasta then.” He says in relief but still completely avoiding Jiwon’s eyes again out of embarrassment. “And something with bacon.”

“Okay, baby. Whatever you want.”

It’s just one word but it still causes the butterflies in his stomach to crash into each other like a fleet of kamikaze bombers. He wonders when the thrill will wear off and hopes that the answer is: never.

After finding the Italian restaurant, they sit in the parking lot listening to the rest of the Drake album while waiting for their order. It’s exactly where Hanbin loves to be on a warm evening: in the passengers seat, watching Jiwon sit at the wheel, casually rapping along to old hip-hop and in the process, killing him very very slowly.

“You’re really good.” He says.

“At what? Like, in general?”

He rolls his eyes. “At rapping. You’re so good at it. Do you ever want to get back to it? Do it seriously?”

Jiwon scrunches up his face like Hanbin just reminded him of something painful. “Yeah but something always comes up, you know?”

Neglected dreams are something Hanbin knows all about.

“Yeah I do actually. I’ve been wanting to write my book for awhile but it’s never gone beyond a passing hobby. Work kinda gets in the way. Or life does.”

“You should just write it.” Jiwon replies simply.

“And you should just rap.” He shoots back.

Jiwon lets out a quiet sigh as he plays with the door handle. “I need practice. The other guys would kick my ass if I turned up to battles like this. I want to go back though. One day.”

“So why don’t you? You could probably kick all their asses.”

Jiwon chuckles. “Have you even heard the other guys?”

Hanbin looks over shrugging. “Is that even relevant? It doesn’t make you any less good.”

“You rate me way too highly.” Jiwon says but even as the words come out he’s reaching across to run his fingers through Hanbin’s hair. “And you’re not exactly objective. Would you tell me if I was shit?”

“Of course I would! What do you take me for? Not like I’m blinded by-”

Oh no.

Shut up Hanbin.

He talked himself into a corner again.

Panic starts to set in but strangely enough, it doesn’t fully take hold because Jiwon doesn’t even tease or ask him about it, he just softly raps along to the music and continues playing with Hanbin’s hair until they get called in to pick up their order.

The good thing about anxiety is that all it takes for you to stop worrying about one thing is to become so distracted with another until there’s just a neat orderly ranking system. He likes systems. The order calms his mind. He was so busy being stressed about saying the wrong thing in the car that he totally ran out of time to worry about Jiwon seeing his apartment.

“Okay, so, come in. It’s a bit messy.” He says nervously as he pushes his door open and hastily tidies the stack of unread catalogues by the entrance.

Jiwon wanders in gingerly, looking around and chuckling inwardly at the distinct lack of mess anywhere. “I was here two weeks ago. Remember?”

“You were only in my doorway. Don’t judge the rest of it.” He says as he toes off his Nikes and jams his feet into old Snoopy slippers. “The kitchen is through there.”

“I’m not gonna judge it!” Jiwon shouts as he pads into the kitchen, placing the plastic bag of food on the small wooden table before turning around to survey the neat space. “God. It looks like an accident happened in here. How can you even live like this!!?”

Hanbin knows it’s just teasing but he goes red anyway. “I bet your place is worse!” He fires back.

Jiwon shrugs and grins. “I don’t know, want to come over next week?”

“Next week?”

“Yeah I’m gonna need the entire week to clean it.”

He kicks at Jiwon’s shin, the Snoopy slippers cushioning most of the blow and completely defeating the purpose. “Loser.”

“Stop being rude to your guest.�� Jiwon scolds mockingly before pointing to the cupboards. “So where do you keep your plates and stuff?”

He gives a brief tour of his kitchen, from the over processed pantry to his collection of cartoon mugs, pointedly ignoring the sniggers when Jiwon finds all his new plates and cutlery still in their boxes. “Have many people over, Hanbin?”

“Only you and the Queen.” He snaps.

They sit and eat at his small dining table, talking about which one of them should learn to how to cook (both), which one is neater (definitely Hanbin), which one is better at fixing things (definitely Jiwon) and which one would be more likely to become a millionaire before the age of 30 (definitely neither).

It’s only when they’re standing at his sink to do the dishes that the occasion catches up with Hanbin.

Jiwon was in his apartment.

They just had dinner together.

He didn’t have an aneurysm from the stress.

What would Murakami write about this?

“Hanbin?”Jiwon is holding a wet dish out for him to dry. “In your head again?”

He takes the plate and nods. “I’m just thinking.”

“Anything you want to tell me about?”

“I was just thinking of the rap thing again. You’re so good Jiwon. It’d be such a waste if you didn’t just go for it. I’m sure you’re awesome at the garage because you’re good with your hands and I promise I’ll still like you no matter what you end up doing but honestly, you should really think about the rap thing again.” He doesn’t know why he always sounds so flighty and high-pitched when he rambles.

Jiwon gives him that one unreadable look that Hanbin had never been able to decipher. He has no idea what it means. It’s the one with the small smile, slight nod and slow blinks. What the hell does that one mean?

“I’ll think about it okay?”

“Yeah you should.”

“Hey, let’s make a pact.”

Hanbin gives him a condescending look. “Are you 12 years old? Are we at summer camp? Where are the friends-forever bracelets?”

Jiwon flicks water at him. “No listen, let’s both do it together. You start your book and I’ll do this rap thing. Give ourselves like a year? If it doesn’t go anywhere at least we can say we tried?”

“Seriously?” He asks skeptically.

“Seriously.” Jiwon nods and reaches over to dry his hands on the tea towel Hanbin is still holding. “That way we’ll both be annoying at the same time.”

“And stressed at the same time.”

“But maybe happy and successful at the same time?”

He shakes his head. “You haven’t thought this through. We’re going to need a plan. We should really make a plan. I have planning paper.” He says, trying to be helpful.

Jiwon takes the tea towel from his hands, throwing it on the bench before pulling at his shirt. “Come here.”

He has a fleeting thought about gravity before silencing his brain and sinking into Jiwon’s arms.

Oh.

Finally.

Their first proper hug.

He all but melts into it like gooey chocolate, savouring how reassuringly solid Jiwon’s body is underneath his soft cotton t-shirt and the slow sigh he lets out when Hanbin winds his arms around his back. Above all, he savours how truly safe and secure he feels in this completely ordinary and mundane moment. Jiwon was just comforting. Or comfortable. Or both. He was the mash-potato-warm-blanket-kind of comfortable and Hanbin doesn’t want to let go.

“I love that you have planning paper.”

“Surprised?” He mumbles into Jiwon’s t-shirt.

He feels a kiss on the top of his head and fingers brushing through his hair. “No baby, I’m not.”

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aurulenthuntsman · 7 years

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AURYHN: *what's more romantic than spontaneity, auryhn asks himself... nothing! nothing at all! that's the logic behind auryhn's sudden appearance at kavi's apartment, holding a bouqet of blue roses in his hand and a very important message in his mind. he messes with his hair a little bit before drawing in a deep breath, straightening up his posture and knocking confidently on the door before him.* ~}==>

KAVI: *He's been relaxing a little bit, there's no shoot today and he's just been.... building things. He's not much of a gardener but that seems to be a thing in this building he can at least try it. So first of all he needs a planter. But oh... a visitor. Alright. Takes off his silk wrap, leaves the robe open. Bunny slippers. Always good. Opens up the door* .... oh *blue roses, blue troll, standing tol*

KAVI: *leans against his doorframe* howdy there

KAVI: *is the robe showing enough leg, but he doesn't pose... that much*

AURYHN: Good evening, Kavi! ~}==>

AURYHN: *beaming from ear to ear just looking at him... what a nerd* I do hope I'm not interuppting anything ~}==>

KAVI: *He is a nerd Kavi is too though, grinning at him and slips back into the apartment* nah you're good man, come on in

KAVI: i was just messin with some stuff

KAVI: make yourself cozy

AURYHN: Don't mind if I do! But first... ~}==>

AURYHN: *offers him the bouqet. pretty flowers for a pretty boy... he winks.* ~}==>

KAVI: *gaassssp* for moi???? *he takes them and also the wink... hello* what's the occasion?

KAVI: walked by the shop and they reminded you of my eyes *bats lashes*

AURYHN: Actually, that is partially accurate! Blue roses always remind me of you ~}==>

AURYHN: *saunters on inside now* As for my motivation... Do I really need a reason to shower you in gifts? ~}==>

AURYHN: *he says this but also... haha, he's slightly flushed now.* ~}==>

KAVI: *he's not the only one, Kavi listens to that and laughs a little before guiding him to the sofa then going to get a good vase for these flowers* lol i mean... i guess not

KAVI: wasn't expecting company either but i guess that's part of the gift too

KAVI: yknow

KAVI: presence

KAVI: for presents

KAVI: a little p4p

KAVI: i'm into it and it's appreciated

KAVI: yours especially

KAVI: it's a good p4p

AURYHN: *sits his booty onto the couch, folding his hands into his lap* Oh, I'm glad you think so ~}==>

AURYHN: ... *watches kavi bustles around for a vase and then CLEARS THROAT* ~}==>

AURYHN: Actually, there is more that I would like to... present to you... ~}==>

KAVI: oh snap... gifts on gifts on gifts *gives these roses fresh water in the nice vase he got for a housewarming and thought he'd never use well dang here it goes. Then comes to sit with Auryhn*

KAVI: *plops.. peeps his body language..* what's up?

AURYHN: *oh geez, he's here next to him now, which makes spitting it out considerably more difficult.* Ahem... Well, I wanted to tell you... Something ~}==>

AURYHN: *turns towards him, rigid but looking determined* Something I've wanted to tell you for quite some time... But I never found the right opportunity ~}==>

AURYHN: So I decided that I should make that opportunity! ~}==>

AURYHN: *takes kavi's hands, intense stare unfaltering* I... ~}==>

AURYHN: Feel quite STRONGLY about you ~}==>

AURYHN: ... ~}==>

AURYHN: /ROMANTICALLY/ ~}==>

KAVI: *oop there go his hands and suddenly it's all real. Well it was real from the get go but this is happening, the that kind of realness. but it's good, and scary. But good and pretty goddamn scary. Takes a few seconds processing all this, his mind probably going a million miles an hour before he just gets all red in the face* uh.....

KAVI: same?

KAVI: i mean

KAVI: same

KAVI: like

KAVI: .... with what you're saying

KAVI: so i mean

KAVI: that's a yay moment

KAVI: it's a good yay

KAVI: i'm, uh, shit

KAVI: well no not that but i mean like i know and it's the same and i think i wanna

KAVI: not .... jump in, ass first, like i do so i can't... fuck it up ass first??? *mmmmmmmself*

KAVI: ok wait, take 2, simplified version...... striking all that

KAVI: ............ actually "same" sums it up

AURYHN: *well, there he GOES. but auryhn doesn't mind, completely endeared to these Kavi Brand Rants and he listens with shiny eyes. a grin widens across his face as he, too, processes what he's being told, and gives kavi's hands a squeeze.* HA HA, that's a relief! ~}==>

AURYHN: Ah, but I understand... I would prefer not to rush, as well ~}==>

AURYHN: As eager as I am to pursue a rel8tionship, I would also like to be given the opportunity to COURT you PROPERLY ~}==>

KAVI: *Thank god Auryhn is used to this.... which he's not really that mortified to say. It's nice honestly* lol oh shit.... you mean we're gonna have some pre-game match-ups?

KAVI: going a few rounds before the superbowl?

KAVI: sports

AURYHN: That's one way to put it! But if that's the case, please forgive me if I get a little too competitive with myself and try to make each "match-up" more impressive than the last ~}==>

AURYHN: *snickers so gleefully. the relief and joy is giving him butterflies...* ~}==>

KAVI: *he's totally serious..... of course's he's serious it's Auryhn but he's also never been just courted through the whole nines, it's keeping the color in his face as he laughs* hahaha... man well shit i might have to do my fair share of courting....

KAVI: it'll be like tennis but, somehow, more intimate

KAVI: i can think of a few things you might wanna do.... *shrugs one shoulder while grinning* idk

KAVI: it'll be nice.. it'll be fun *squeezes his hands back now trying to hold them*

AURYHN: *shifts his hands to meet kavi's movements, lacing their fingers together.* It will be fun ~}==>

AURYHN: I always have fun when I'm with you ~}==>

KAVI: hahaha....... *watches their fingers lace and grins a bit sheepishly* same .... back to the whole p4p

KAVI: as if you didn't already know your presence was a present :P

AURYHN: *lifts head proudly. this is where he would sparkle, if he could do that on common.* I can't help being so confident! ~}==>

AURYHN: I have a lot of good things going for me, after all ~}==>

AURYHN: Most recently, a very handsome date mate! ~}==>

AURYHN: *he just can't STOP* ~}==>

KAVI: *Dangit Auryhn.... he snickers and lowers their hands scooting a bit closer* oh you don't say? and i mean don't say it

KAVI: i'll get jealous :P

KAVI: there's only enough room for one two apples in those eyes mister and i'm sittin on em

AURYHN: OH PLEASE! As if anyone could compare to you to begin with... Which I know you're WELL aware of ~}==>

AURYHN: *laughs, carefully scooting at him too... hello there* ~}==>

KAVI: oh, i am aware of it, still i have to play the role right?

KAVI: bein all aghast

KAVI: how dare

KAVI: who's the slut?

KAVI: surprise it was me

KAVI: the whole time

KAVI: plot twist of the century

KAVI: sintury

KAVI: like s i n

AURYHN: *snorts...* How dare you? I won't have you speak ill of yourself like that! I must DEFEND YOUR HONOR AT ALL COSTS ~}==>

KAVI: lmao are you gonna fight me? *leans on*

KAVI: are you gonna 1v1 me in the pit for talking shit about your number one

KAVI: (who is also me)

AURYHN: Don't think I won't! If only because I'm sure you would enjoy a lively tussle with me ~}==>

AURYHN: *GUFFAWS* ~}==>

KAVI: .... i mean...... *squeezes his hand, grins* i would though

KAVI: i'm in a robe but i can still throw down

KAVI: arguably i can throw down better in a robe

AURYHN: Then I suppose it becomes a matter of whether you would rather have a relaxing evening in for our first date, or a wrestling match ~}==>

KAVI: lmao i mean why not both?

KAVI: maybe something pretty chill

KAVI: but with us i don't think chill and calm and quiet is gonna be a problem =HA, could you imagine=

AURYHN: I couldn't imagine it happening any other way! ~}==>

AURYHN: Quiet roughhousing it is ~}==> -their hands are already entwined, so it's like they're already grappling? he leans toward kavi, pressing their foreheads together like he's butting heads, all with a big grin on his face.-

KAVI: =Oh man, it's basically the most intense grappling ever. He likes Auryhn's war grimace, very cute intimidating. He snickers as their foreheads bump together, nerves no doubt=

KAVI: (can't let the neighbors on....) =Soft mumble then leans forward because you know.... fuck it? He's kind of excited and minorly nervous for realsies but Auryhn is getting a kiss that's been on hold for years=

AURYHN: -he had been trying to restrain himself from making the very same move, so it's a relief on many levels when kavi closes the distance between them. he practically melts into it while his heart races. finally, this is happening, and it's even sweeter than all the times he's imagined it over the years.-

AURYHN: -he's got a lot of passion bubbling up in his chest and stomach, bringing heat to his head that makes it difficult for him to think of anything else but the way kavi feels beside him. his fingers unlace only so he can cup the other's cheeks in his palms instead, pressing their lips together with more fervor.-

KAVI: =Hello there passion and affection. Things he's more or less made himself focus off of but even with these too familiar feelings and motions it feels almost new. Being with someone again. His face is warm, cheeks still carrying the heat of a flush he had previously. It's a good feeling to be touched by someone, even better it being someone he's wanted to touch for years=

KAVI: =His own hands find support on Auryhn's thigh as he leans in and happily deepens the kiss with smile and soft huff of laughter. Lip wrestling falls in the Brawl Family. He's 100% sure of it=

AURYHN: -well, if kavi is going to laugh then it's going to infect him, especially when he already has butterflies tickling at his stomach. he tries to maintain the kiss, to no avail.- What's so funny? ~}==> -ASKS while ALSO giggling.-

KAVI: =Still stays close then snickers a bit more as Auryhn giggles= a lot of things are funny, a long list man and it's all opinion based

KAVI: but... =licks his lips and gives another small laugh= i'm just, pretty giddy

KAVI: like a dork but surprise i was a dork all along too late now though

AURYHN: -gasps!- I've been bamboozled! All this time I was lead to believe your only endearing traits were your handsome face and your cool, collected attitude ~}==>

AURYHN: How FOOLISH I was... Now I know you are also an adorable DORK ~}==>

AURYHN: HA! Can you imagine? Of course I already knew that ~}==>

KAVI: =grinning wide= i have no goddamn clue how you figured that out but i'll let you in on a secret....

KAVI: =leans to his ear..... shoulder pat. Pat pat=

KAVI: (it gets worse buddy)

KAVI: (sorry not sorry, mostly not)

AURYHN: -oh, hello desire, invading his brain from a playful whisper alone...- Ha ha... ~}==>

AURYHN: Of course you shouldn't apologize! That's precisely what I'm here for ~}==> -counters his Feelings with a chaste kiss to kavi's cheek... and a little nuzzle. he's an affectionate spider horse.-

KAVI: =Good because he craves affection and attention literally all the time. So it's really great to be getting that, leans into the nuzzle and reciprocates with one of his own. Actually he's just all in Auryhn's space.... which is normal but here he is, legs crossed and cuddling up on his arm=

KAVI: for me to be unapologetically terrible on you in good ways, understandable. we can definitely arrange all of that

AURYHN: Thank goodness that we are on the same page! Now please, don't hesitate to continue... I will be doing much the same ~}==>

AURYHN: -loops his arms around him then, pulling him in for maximum cuddles. it's a relaxed position, so auryhn hopes he will cool his own jets, just enjoying the two of them together.-

KAVI: if you insist =maximum cuddles is him getting up in Auryhn's lap. Crosses legs here legmoji = here's me ft moderate hesitation

AURYHN: -WELL, SO MUCH FOR RESTRAINT. excuse him if one hand rests on kavi's back while the other ends up on the side of his thigh. TO STEADY HIM, NATURALLY.- AURYHN: INDEED, THERE YOU ARE ~}==> -sweats-

KAVI: =Naturally.= you just cranked it almost all the way up, but not quite to 11

KAVI: by the by this is a technical pin, the referee is counting you down and out, my guy

AURYHN: I never stood a chance, it would seem ~}==>

AURYHN: I should have known better than to face off against you! ~}==> -entirely too flustered, he leans in for another kiss. he's gotta.-

KAVI: =Good then he's not posing for nothing, he's here for all the kisses he can get. Cupping Auryhn's face with his other arm wrapped around his shoulders, you know for the support thing=

KAVI: =Auryhn's not just getting one kiss, he's getting two small kisses and then a longer one=

#decastichAmazifier #in which CONFESSIONS #time skip log

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Cloudy With A Chance

Part 12: …of shorts weather.

2 weeks later.

“Are you planning on branching out into EDM? Dub-step? Big beat?” Donghyuk asks wearily from behind his laptop.

“Huh?”

“Oh I assume that’s what the tapping is about? Because surely you can’t be doing that just to annoy me, right?”

He retracts his finger back into his fist. “Sorry. This article just really isn’t working.”

“Yeah okay. Do you want the same thing again?”

“No, we’re stuck in a rut. I feel like something different today. Surprise me. Might not be such a bad idea for you to try something new as well?”

Hanbin rolls his eyes as he passes Donghyuk’s desk on the way out, “Yes, Dad.”

[hey, fyi its gonna be really hot 2day. SHORTS WEATHER!!! have a good day at work, call me later xxJ]

He chuckles to himself thinking of how many pairs of shorts Jiwon must own by now (probably a few pairs shy of 100). It gets him thinking about Jiwon’s wardrobe, then his room, then his apartment…

…the one that Hanbin has never even been to.

Was it weird? It must be weird. They’ve never even seen the inside of each other’s apartments. Or hugged since that day at June’s. Or even had a proper date by themselves. Or kissed again.

It was weird.

It was backwards.

Stop it Hanbin.

Stop it.

He wills himself to stop mourning about normalcy or wanting to join the conveyer belt of society-approved romantics when he knows that the thing he has with Jiwon is totally and utterly not normal.

On a whim, Hanbin takes his phone out of his pocket.

[hey, do you want to have dinner together tonight?]

He’s walking back to the office when he gets a reply.

[do we have to cook it?]

[no, hospitals dates aren’t fun]

[then yes, lol. sorry really swamped right now, call you later]

[ok bunny, xxh]

[xxj]

It’s then that their eyes meet across the street.

This must be his Murakami moment.

Stop it, Hanbin.

Stop romanticising everything.

He’s just a person.

He’s honestly surprised he doesn’t get run over while trying to cross the road because did he even look both ways? He doesn’t remember.

“Hey.” Jiwon’s smile is bright and toothy, it says absolutely everything about him.

“Hey.” He says, wondering frantically if they should hug or kiss or handshake or high five now.

“Good day at work?”

“Not really, I couldn’t write anything decent.” He sighs.

“Oh that sucks.” Jiwon says as he pushes himself off the car and comes around to open the passenger’s side door. “What’s your topic this week?”

Hanbin just stares at the gesture as Jiwon walks away to open his own door. “Oh ummm, the the rise of mid-twenties CEOs and the growth of independent businesses.”

When they’re both buckled in, Jiwon wakes the Beast up with that brutal growl that always shoots straight to the primitive corner of Hanbin’s brain and gets his adrenaline going.

“Hey, why don’t you talk to June or Yoyo? They’ve got their own business and have a lot of friends like that. Might help you get some ideas?”

Hanbin pauses. Why didn’t he think of that?

“Why didn’t I think of that? Urgh, where were you eight hours ago?” He groans.

Jiwon gives him a proud smile that makes him look 10 years old. “Underneath the most beautiful girl in the world.”

“Wait, what?” Hanbin’s eyes widen in surprise and his voice is annoyingly high-pitched.

“Yes.”

“What’s the pay like?”

“Terrible. Virtually zero dollars.”

“God, how cheap are you?!” Jiwon teases as they stop at a red light, he fiddles with the buttons to the sound system before settling on an old Drake song.“You couldn’t afford me anyway.”

“Oh really. What’s your going rate these days?”

“One million dollars,” Jiwon replies smugly before looking across with that arrogant smirk that Hanbin finds annoyingly attractive. “Or….like, 20 hugs.”

Hanbin gives him an amused scoff. “Only 20? Deal.”

“No, I changed my mind. I want 40.”

“Oh 40? Then, no. No deal.”

Jiwon laughs loudly. “Fine. I’ll just keep all these good ideas to myself.”

“You are such a loser. It’s all your fault for being so distracting when I’m trying to work.”

Hanbin opens his mouth but ends up saying nothing.

Jiwon looks over with a quirk of his eyebrow. “What?”

“I’m stealing that to use in a future article.”

“Okay, I’ll put it on your tab. You owe me one million dollars and 40 hugs.”

“This is turning out to be a costly relationship.” He says with an exaggerated frown that really just wants to be a smile.

"Yeah suck it up, buddy.” Jiwon laughs. “Anyways, since you’re so poor, I’ll get dinner tonight. What do you feel like?”

“Italian?”

“You want to go eat out or…” Jiwon trails off, an uncertain expression on his angular face.

“Oh.” Jiwon says, eyebrows raised in surprise.

"Only if you want to.” He adds quickly, heart jumping right into his throat as he dares to flick his eyes up in curiosity.

Jiwon is just smiling at him. “Yeah, yeah I do.”

“Cool. I want pasta then.” He says in relief but still completely avoiding Jiwon’s eyes again out of embarrassment. “And something with bacon.”

“Okay, baby. Whatever you want.”

“You’re really good.” He says.

“At what? Like, in general?”

He rolls his eyes. “At rapping. You’re so good at it. Do you ever want to get back to it? Do it seriously?”

Jiwon scrunches up his face like Hanbin just reminded him of something painful. “Yeah but something always comes up, you know?”

Neglected dreams are something Hanbin knows all about.

“Yeah I do actually. I’ve been wanting to write my book for awhile but it’s never gone beyond a passing hobby. Work kinda gets in the way. Or life does.”

“You should just write it.” Jiwon replies simply.

“And you should just rap.” He shoots back.

Jiwon lets out a quiet sigh as he plays with the door handle. “I need practice. The other guys would kick my ass if I turned up to battles like this. I want to go back though. One day.”

“So why don’t you? You could probably kick all their asses.”

Jiwon chuckles. “Have you even heard the other guys?”

Hanbin looks over shrugging. “Is that even relevant? It doesn’t make you any less good.”

"You rate me way too highly.” Jiwon says but even as the words come out he’s reaching across to run his fingers through Hanbin’s hair. “And you’re not exactly objective. Would you tell me if I was shit?”

“Of course I would! What do you take me for? Not like I’m blinded by-”

Oh no.

Shut up Hanbin.

He talked himself into a corner again.

“Okay, so, come in. It’s a bit messy.” He says nervously as he pushes his door open and hastily tidies the stack of unread catalogues by the entrance.

Jiwon wanders in gingerly, looking around and chuckling inwardly at the distinct lack of mess anywhere. “I was here two weeks ago. Remember?”

“You were only in my doorway. Don’t judge the rest of it.” He says as he toes off his Nikes and jams his feet into old Snoopy slippers. “The kitchen is through there.”

Hanbin knows it’s just teasing but he goes red anyway. “I bet your place is worse!” He fires back.

Jiwon shrugs and grins. “I don’t know, want to come over next week?”

“Next week?”

“Yeah I’m gonna need the entire week to clean it.”

He kicks at Jiwon’s shin, the Snoopy slippers cushioning most of the blow and completely defeating the purpose. “Loser.”

“Stop being rude to your guest.” Jiwon scolds mockingly before pointing to the cupboards. “So where do you keep your plates and stuff?”

“Only you and the Queen.” He snaps.

It’s only when they’re standing at his sink to do the dishes that the occasion catches up with Hanbin.

Jiwon was in his apartment.

They just had dinner together.

He didn’t have an aneurysm from the stress.

What would Murakami write about this?

“Hanbin?”Jiwon is holding a wet dish out for him to dry. “In your head again?”

He takes the plate and nods. “I’m just thinking.”

“Anything you want to tell me about?”

“I’ll think about it okay?”

“Yeah you should.”

“Hey, let’s make a pact.”

Hanbin gives him a condescending look. “Are you 12 years old? Are we at summer camp? Where are the friends-forever bracelets?”

“Seriously?” He asks skeptically.

“Seriously.” Jiwon nods and reaches over to dry his hands on the tea towel Hanbin is still holding. “That way we’ll both be annoying at the same time.”

“And stressed at the same time.”

“But maybe happy and successful at the same time?”

He shakes his head. “You haven’t thought this through. We’re going to need a plan. We should really make a plan. I have planning paper.” He says, trying to be helpful.

Jiwon takes the tea towel from his hands, throwing it on the bench before pulling at his shirt. “Come here.”

He has a fleeting thought about gravity before silencing his brain and sinking into Jiwon’s arms.

Oh.

Finally.

Their first proper hug.

“I love that you have planning paper.”

“Surprised?” He mumbles into Jiwon’s t-shirt.

He feels a kiss on the top of his head and fingers brushing through his hair. “No baby, I’m not.”

#click on the links #esp if you don't know who John Hughes is #that WYD video is proving to be so useful for this haha #cloudy with a chance #double b #hanbin #bobby #ikon #text

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