#like they've just been hanging around waiting for an excuse to drag them

[lavenderandpears]

we had every reason to be upset--the paywall itself, the delivery of the news, the "everyone can afford it" bit, sure, but some of ya'll were just being cruel. i'm not riding their dicks or anything, but all that left as much of a sour taste in my mouth as the move itself.

i'm not talking about the people making valid criticisms or rightfully upset at the 'fuck the poor' tone of it all. call them capitalist sell-outs and drag them to high hell. shed more light on the problematic things said and done in the past and dunk on them for that, too.

but some of it was just... mean? as stupid as that sounds? am i just being too sensitive? am i imagining this? i haven't been involved in internet drama in a long time, so maybe i'm just reading too much into it, but some of the stuff i read just felt really gross.

[lyramundana]

Hii, fellow poly Minsung whore activist here🥰 I’m nervous about using my account so I went anon, I hope you don’t mind. I have a little scenario here that I’m probably so wrong for but I’m delulu ash.

Maybe reader (whose a fan or a friend is dragging her along with them) meets Minsung (who’re already in a relationship ofc) in a city they’re having a concert in. Minsung are like “hey ykw she kinda fine, let’s spice things up and bring her back to the hotel.” During their night together, the boys use degradation, praise, grips hard enough to bruise, and soft touches just to make her head spin.

Now I love me some a sprinkle of angst. She has a moment of overthinking after Minsung fall asleep and escapes?? Sort of lol. Minsung do not like this, no no no😔.

That night, she ends up at their concert with some good ass ground floor tickets. While she doubted they would see her and if they did, they probably wouldn’t recognize her (girl like they weren’t giving you the best dicking down of your life the night before), they do in fact see her and you just made this easier for them bbg. They told the other members and security guards to bring her backstage after the show.

Oh babe they mad as hellll. They don’t even wait to get back to the hotel as they drag her to an empty room and destroy her. We’re talking hand prints on her ass, more prominent fingerprint shapes on her hips, arms and neck, tears streaming down her face, the whole 9 yards.

Idk where to go from there tbh. Anyways I hope you enjoyed my delulu thoughts <3

Okay now, honey. First of all, there's no such thing as a "wrong" scenario. Everything that it's discussed in this blog is acceptable and very much not-delulu, so don't brush off your scenarios. Specially when is so FUCKING GOOD AND DELICIOUS like this one. Like, excuse me🥵🥵🥵?? You came up with this masterpiece and brought it to me for free?? Sweetie, you should post it in your own blog and let the world see this jewel of yours. Don't feel nervous of using your account. I always make my horny, unhinged requests displaying my username. This is Tumblr. No one here can judge you for your thoughts

You bet I enjoyed every line of this delulu side of yours.

Reader doesn't really follow the group, but her friend is a Stay and this concert is the lifelong opportunity they've been dreaming off, but they don't want to go alone, so they drag Reader to accompany them. While the friend is resting in the hotel/house, Reader decides to take a stroll around the city and comes across MinSung at some point. Maybe they meet in a shop, where they struck a converstation about common interests, and seeing they get along well MinSung agree and say "fuck it, can we join you?" and that's how they get to know each other better.

Reader doesn't know who they are, but their faces are familiar, and they're just happy to chat with someone like normal people. They've wanted to explore the city a bit before the concert, as the weather looked great for some alone time together, but they encountered the language barrier issue and the lack of knowledge about the place. When Reader appears and helps them out, being so friendly and nice about it, their first instinct is glue themselves to her for the rest of journey. Also, they find her really attractive and can't help but admire her discreetly and exchange appreciative comments that she can't understand. And that's how they spent their day hanging out, just the three of them, while Reader acts like a guide and they start to be bolder with her.

At some point they're sitting in a bar together, drinking a bit, and they have privacy to talk about anything. It's also then whey they begin to make their attraction clear. They've been so fucking stressed with this tour, sex recently hasn't been enough for them, and she's just so gorgeous. So cute. The way she speaks, moves, even the way she dress is driving them mad slowly. It doesn't help that she returns every bold gesture from them. She's not blind. She finds them hot too and it's been a while since she had some "fun".

So, after a while of wandering hands, spicy "jokes" and suggestive comments, the tension feels too thick and they throw the question in.

"We should get going back to our hotel room. Want to come with us and see it?"

She's not drunk enough to miss the intentions behind that question, but she's tipsy enough to accept.

The flirting doesn't stop and when they set a foot in the elevator, the tension snaps. They jump at her like hungry wolves, biting and grabbing every piece of skin they can get their hands on, and Reader welcomes all of it like a submissive lamb, ready to be devoured.

They struggle to open the door, being so occupied feeling her up under her clothes and leaving marks already. Once they're inside, one of them closes the door with a kick without taking his attention from her. They leave a path of clothes behind them that ends up in their bedroom and then she's thrown to the bed. She doesn't have time to recover before they're on her again, exploring every inch of her know naked body with their mouths and hands. Her brain is all mushy from the intense pleasure and adrenaline she's feeling. MinSung unleash all the pent up frustrations and desire they've been dealing with on her.

The entire night was filled with her moans and whimpers while they took her roughly, leaving their hands printed on her hips and inner thighs, as they groaned and cried out of sheer pleasure and relief. Sometimes they went at her at the same time, others they took turns while one watched.

"Such a good girl for us, isn't she, jagi?"

"Damn right she is, so eager to please us, to let us play with her body."

"Look at her, so obedient and cute for us. What a good whore, letting herself be fucked by some men she doesn't even know"

"Go on, use your mouth like the little slut you are. Nice job, kitten"

"We'll fill you up so much it'll be leaking out of you for days"

Her mind turns blank, the world spins, and her body starts to shake uncontrollably and tremble with the amount of orgasm she had. They grab her legs and torso with such force it feels they're trying to press the imprint themselves in it, moving her body as they please to find the right angle. When she cums again, she's half-unconscious and the boys are tired too, finally spent. They clean her up, massage the bruises the left and watch her fall asleep while caressing her face and kissing her skin. They chat for a while before the tiredness consumes them too, Reader safely kept in their arms.

The morning after, she's the first to wake up and doesn't take long to realize what happened. She remembers enough of it and feels her face get warm at the memory, but also gets giddy at it. She stretches a bit, careful to not wake them up, and supress a hiss of pain when she feels the marks they left. She reaches for her phone, reading the messages and calls from her friend, who's worried sick, at which Reader calms them down by giving them a "censored" version of the events. Then the friends reminds her of the concert and sends a photo of one of the promotional posters, featuring all members.

Reader feels her blood freeze inside her body.

She turns around to look at the boys in bed, then at the picture on the phone, then at the bed again, and she feels faint.

Maybe it's the remnants of the alcohol, maybe it's the weight of the revelation, maybe it's the lack of sleep she got, but Reader has to fight off a panic attack and the only thing she can think of at this moment is running away from this situation. So she gets dressed, grabs her stuff, and leaves hurriedly without waking them up and full intention of not looking back. When the boys wake up, they expected to see her in their arms still and maybe get another round, but imagine their shock when they see she's not there. Ohh honey, they're seriously mad. Why the fuck did she run? How could she after they night they had? They try to brush off the anger because they know chances of seeing her again are slim and there's no point.

Meanwhile, Reader's friend notices she's not quite the same since she came back and she's even more reluctant than before in attending the concert. To get her friend off her back, she admits she saw MinSung during her walk and chatted with them "a bit" and now she's embarrased to see them. Her friend, obviously, has a fangirl moment at first and chastises Reader for not telling her first, bombing her with questions, but she avoids the spicy parts of the story. Her friend finally tells her to not worry, that although their seats give a good view of the stage, it'll be very hard for the boys to spot her in the crowd anyway. Reader relents and goes to the concert, having dressed prettily at her friends' insistence because "they have to look their best for the occasion!". When they arrive, Reader feels more at ease with the amount of people surrounding her and thinks her friend said the true.

However, when the group comes to the stage, she feels her heart stop at recognizing the men she had that glorious night of sex with and becomes shifty. They don't make signs of having spoted her, even when Jisung came near their zone, he didn't seemed to notice her, and she allowed herself to enjoy the performance, convinced that they was safe. But she didn't know Jisung had indeed spoted her, hence he aproached their location to confirm. He didn't hesitate in telling Minho, and when they overcame the shock, they former anger came back again and they agreed to a plan. Stays could feel a shift in the boys' performance, they seemed more brutal, harsher.

When the concert ended, Reader was about to leave with her friend until a security guard stopped her and told her she was demanded backstage. Both of them were shocked and confused, and Reader's friend even acted worried, refusing to ler her go in fear she got in trouble for something. Reader calmed her down and asked her to wait in the hotel, since the man told them it wasn't anything bad. While she was leaving, the friend winked at her and exclaimed "tell me all the details when you sign the NDA".

A staff members takes her to an empty dressing room and tells her to wait, leaving her alone there. She's fidgeting, not knowing what to expect but having a small suspicion. Suddenly, the door opens with a slam and she jumps in the place. When she sees the two boys enter and locking the door behind them, she knows she's fucked.

They let her know exactly how pissed off they are, interrogating her and even accusing her of being a fan pretending to not know them just to get her wet dream come true. She argues back and denies it all, returning all their yells, until a hand grabs her painfully by the jaw.

"You don't fucking get to talk back to us, whore. We should've put you in your place from the beginning"

"I think she's a little too high up there, jagiya. Let's remind her exactyl what her place is"

All the gentleness they showed the first night is gone. Her clothes are ripped in shreds and thrown carelessly around the room, as she's pushed forcefully on the ground.

They don't hide their satisfaction and pride at seeing the faint marks they left previously, pressing them enough to make her whine in pain.

"Don't whine, slut. We're about to give you even more of them."

They go at her at the same time, no turns now. They edge her until she's sobbing and screaming, first with their fingers and then with their tongues. She gets spanked by one of their belts, feeling the bruises starting to form in her ass cheeks and thighs. She's then gagged with the same belt because "way too fucking loud, kitten. you're not allowed to make a sound".

When she's spasming, eyes rolling back and begging through the belt for some release, anything, the boys exchange a knowing glance and untie the gag, letting her breathe through her mouth in relief. But her relief doesn't last when they position her in the middle, with both of their dicks inching to her cunt. She knows they're up to something, but her brain is too fucked to guess what. When she feels both of their cocks entering her at once, she's about to scream again but a hand quickly covers her mouth, and they both start moving agressively inside her, leaving their dicks printed in her walls. The feelinf their cocks rubbing against each other and her clenching almost makes them cum again, but they control themselves.

They fucked her back and forth across the room, moving from the ground to the couch to the chairs to the make up tables, etc.

"That's what you fucking deserve for leaving us, baby. What the fuck were you thinking with that dead brain of yours, hm?"

"Look at her, so cockdumb already, acting like a desesperate bitch in heat. Aren't two cocks enough for you?"

"Is this what you wanted? Being fucked by two celebrities to share the experience with your friends? Of course you did. You're nothing but an attention seeking slut, only thinking about having a dick inside you"

"We'll make sure you can't even walk after this. You're not going anywhere this time, darling. Let's see how can you run away then."

She can no longer tell if what she's feeling is pain or pleasure, but when they cum inside her and she feels both of their cocks twitching inside her, it triggers her own orgams and her vision turns white. She faints in their arms, muttering and having spasms. They pause to recover their breaths too, checking on her worriedly and chuckling softly when she replies gibberish. One of them lifts her up bridal style and lay her down in the couch, both caging her with their bodies.

"You were ours from the moment you entered our your bedroom"

Tagging @channieandhisgoonsquad @2chopsticks2eyes @sweetracha because they gave me ideas for this. Feel free to add something or give your own version of it. The more the merrier.

[fuzzyfeatheredcas]

Stray Kids || We’re Happy You Wandered

I did something I never thought I could *dances around jumps for joy screams heart out* I’m sorry if this doesn’t live up to expectations. But I’m so happy I got this next Chapter of the Assassin AU done.

••••••

A few weeks after recruiting Minho

••••••

It was finally summer. Well, almost summer. It was spring, still chilly, even tho it was almost July. Nevertheless, it was just right, perfect weather that was worth sneaking off to relish in. That's exactly what Felix and Seungmin were going to do.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Felix held Seungmin close as he guided them through their courtyard, currently occupied by everyone. "How will we even be able to get out?"

"I have the perfect idea. I've noticed the weather has been getting nicer, so I've made an effort to collect things that can help us get out for a bit." Seungmin said, and Felix looked up at him with a questioning look.

"And what might that be?"

"I've been collecting guard gear." The words were said so casually, almost as if it was something he's been doing regularly for years.

"What?" Felix recoiled a bit, but Seungmin still dragged him on towards the little secret area they usually confided in when they needed some alone time. "How in all of hell did you manage to do that."

Seungmin looked at the older, "Well, we don't have the brightest bunch of people at our compound. I'm honestly surprised we aren't all dead yet." Felix hummed and nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, that's true. They won't ever find out about anything, and they probably won't even make an effort to at all. Lazy asses."

"Let's be happy this place sucks, it makes it somewhat easier for us to do things like this. Nice things." Seungmin pulled back the wall that led to their hidden room. "Which is why they won't ever suspect us not being guards. Hell, they don't even have name tags or numbers, and they barely have ID here. I don't understand how they keep everyone in check in this place, especially the teams." Seungmin sighed. "For once, I'm happy we're not cared about."

Even though the thought of not being cared for hurt, Felix had to admit, sometimes it was good that a blind eye was turned to everyone. He was happy they weren't worth anything that needed to be worried about, for once. "So, what's the plan."

"Tonight, we will take off towards the exit and entrance gates. The only place that guards and teams are allowed out and in from. We'll be wearing these," Seungmin holds up their standard camo soldier gear and the big bulky black helmets that accompanied the suit. "They won't suspect a thing because, as I said, they don't have any proof that we aren't guards. And why would they just suddenly want to see under their 'teammates' helmets? They've never needed proof before."

Felix sat back in astonishment. "Wow Seungmin, you're really prepared. And you analyze the flow of this compound really well too! All for a little walk outside." He looked down. "Will we be able to take our helmets off to truly feel the night?"

The younger nodded. "We're going to go out far enough that no one will be able notice us. That's when we'll take off the helmets." Felix smiled at that. He can't wait to get out of here for a little bit.

"Well, let's continue with our day then, and we will come back before sunset tonight to get ready." Both of the boys got up and made their way out of the hideout. Oh, how they loved it there. It was their only area of comfort, but it was all they needed at the end of the day.

•••••••••

Dusk struck rather quickly, its golden glow washing over the, now vacant, grass-covered courtyard. The two men managed to excuse themselves from dinner earlier, and made their way back towards where the gear was being kept. 

"I'm so excited!" Felix whispered, jumping up and down beside Seungmin as they walked. "The stars are going to look so nice tonight." The older looked up, observing the cloudless sky hanging overhead. "There's not a cloud in the sky that's going to block our view."

The younger was too wrapped up in sorting things out to listen to Felix much as they made it to their little hideout again. "Okay, when you get in there just start dressing right away. I wanna try to get out a little bit earlier." Felix nodded, and danced into the room as the door opened. His hand immediately went towards what he needed when he reached the pile.

After about ten minutes, (there are a lot of stupid buckles on the gear so bear with them) the two had finally finished getting ready. Seungmin immediately headed for the door once the last buckle was clasped, Felix following close behind him. "Come on, let's go." And they were off.

The managed to make it to the guard path from the courtyard without being noticed, lucky for them. They marched their way along up to the gate, where they were then questioned as to why they wanted to leave. Seungmin panicked and told them it was protocol, deepening his voice as he said it. Surprisingly, the gate keeper accepted this response, and the gates were opened for them. The two men had to stop themselves from jumping for joy as they kept their act on, marching into the outside world. To freedom.

As they walked further away, Felix started observing the sights. "Wow. Look at that!" Felix spun around, eyes up to the sky when they made it far enough away from the compound. "This is so nice." He took his helmet off, tossing it aside. They has settled upon a patch of soft grass, Seungmin already resting in it, his helmet discarded by his side.

"I know right, so beautiful." The younger assassin fell back into the grass, closing his eyes and crossing his legs. He found comfort in the scrape of Felix's shoes on the gravel dirt road and his little hum that followed in rhythm. He knew he was spinning around again, like an innocent child on a warm summer's day. He continued this for a while as Seungmin relaxed.

After a short nap and a half-an-hour of just laying there, Seungmin decided that they needed to go home; he didn't want them to be out too long. He then noticed that Felix's humming and the scraping of his shoes abruptly stopped. The other looked up, only to find his friend frozen, like a deer in head lights. Up ahead, a wall of men stood before them, guns in hand, stances blazing with strength and suspicion. Seungmin jumped up out of instinct, but didn't move more than that as his eyes wandered between the men and his partner. "Felix, it's okay, stay clam." He could see the older's frame shake through its stiffness. "Back up slowly towards me, and close your eyes." He tried his best to whisper. The other was not far away, he just needed him closer. He needed to be able to touch him in order to know they were safe together.

"I suggest not doing that, son." A man from the line spoke, clutching his gun even tighter. "Don't move. We have you surrounded."

Seungmin spoke for the two of them, "Please, we were just getting back to our compound. Just leave us alone, we are not a disturbance."

"You aren't guards, are you." Another man said, almost matter-of-factly. He was already on to them. "They might be the ones we're looking for. If they're not, they'll still be of good use to us. Get 'em anyway."

Seungmin took four big steps towards Felix as the men approached them from every angle. The boy grabbed his friend and pulled him towards his chest, breaking him out of his trance. "Seungmin- we're gonna die!"

"No we aren't, hyung. Whatever you do, don't stop trying to fight." They knew they weren't a match for all those armed men, but it was worth a shot.

As soon as hands collided, they began to fight. Grunts and the scuffing of shoes were all that could be heard as the two boys pushed and tried to squirm out of the mens' grips. It was getting them no where, and more and more hands were gripping onto them and not letting go. Soon enough, they found themselves being cuffed, black fabric bags thrown over their heads to block their visions.

Felix was about ready to collapse into a heap of gasps and tears on the floor, while Seungmin managed to keep a little bit of his cool. A man walked up to the group that had Felix. "We could have done this easier." Felix felt fingers against his stomach, and he folded over with a muffled shout, weakening him. The men picked him up easily, throwing him into the back of a truck that had pulled up to the scene.

Seungmin put up a fight when he felt the group shift to move and drag him along too. He, too, felt fingers rush along his body, weakening him as he pulled away from the touches, allowing the men to drag him to the truck easily as well.

They sat in silence the whole ride to... wherever they were going. Seungmin's stomach still tingled with those ticklish touches he was given, and he wondered why they did that. He wondered what tactics they used there. What they were going to do to them and why they were being taken.

When they were almost there, the bags were taken off of them. Seungmin squinted as his eyes made contact with the light shining in the back of the truck where they were seated. Felix's head dropped even further to shade his face, his shoulders rising to protect his cold neck.

"Almost there boys." The man beside Seungmin said. The boy side eyed the guy, why was he talking so casually? Like everything was okay?

"I saw that side eye," the man pointed out, almost jokingly, and Seungmin just rolled his eyes. He swore he saw the man pout. "Well if you wanna be like that." Then he was folding over, involuntary squeals slipping out of him as the man attacked his side. What was going on?

"I see that you're using what we taught you out on the battle field." Another man said. "I'm liking what I see." Seungmin could hear the man's smirk in his voice.

"Plehehehehease stohohohohop." Seungmin begged, leaning away from the touch and into Felix, who was now looking wide-eyed at the situation unfolding on top of him. "Ihihihi'm sohohorry!"

"Are you sure about that?" The man asked, happy that they were dealing with ticklish people. Boss will be happy about this.

"Yehehehehe- YEHEHEHES PLEASE!" Seungmin's chest hit his thighs when he felt the man's hand wander over to his hip. He tugged at the hand cuffs, trying to break free so he could protect himself somehow.

"Oh alright," the hands left him, and he slumped down from his tense position. "We don't wanna tire you out too soon." The man met Felix's eyes with a wink, and the younger couldn't help but blush and turn away. stupid hot man.

"S-so is that like you're way of doing things around here?" Felix managed to say after a few moments of silence.

"It is. The Chief kinda started it up when he recruited our boss. It was an accidental find, but it work really well with him. Then of course he decided to continue using the strategy when it kept working." Felix tried not to squirm in his seat, but he couldn't help but feel his face heat up at that. Tickling? No way.

"Why, does someone enjoy it?" The guard teased, raising an eyebrow at the blushing assassin.

"W-what? No. Absolutely not." Felix shot out, a little to defensively for his liking.

"If you say so. Either way, you'll still crack, whether you like it or not." Felix just sat there, still as ever, not daring to make one move. He would have kept that up if it wasn't for the hand that suddenly squeezed his knee. Felix jerked his knee out of the way, a small gasp leaving his lips. "Just needed to make sure."

"Felix, we're doomed." Seungmin softly grunted out as he leaned his head against his shoulder. "Absolutely doomed."

••••••

When they made it inside the new compound, they were having a hard time figuring out whether it was a hotel or not. The place was so clean, too well kept to be, well, a compound. A place where people get tortured? Interrogated? It didn't seem right.

"This - is a compound?" Felix couldn't help but blurt out, looking around at the green plants and clean brown pots they were kept in, set on each table they passed. The hallways were perfect, walls white, paint smooth. Everything was right, but so wrong at the same time.

"Come on guys, this way." The men led the two assassins to an elevator. Wow, they even had an elevator.

"Why did you take those bags off our heads anyway? I expected to be knocked out and dragged to a room, not given a tour of the building I was kidnapped to." Seungmin eyed the elevator door as it opened. "So different. So odd."

"It's sad that our norms are odd to all outsiders. It shows that a lot of harsh treatments are given. We are trying to change that, for the better." The guard said, guiding them into the lift.

"Who even are you?" Felix asked.

The man shook his head, feeling dumb that he hadn't introduced himself to them yet. "Oh, sorry, my name is Minho. I actually work for the boss I was talking about earlier. Decided I wanted to work with the outside world more than inside here like the rest of them want to."

"Rest of them?" Seungmin couldn’t believe everything he was hearing.

"Yup! There are four of us so far, including me. About to be six." He informed them, a sparkle in his voice. It took a second for Seungmin to register what he just said, Felix too.

"You're going to recruit us?" Felix's jaw almost dropped the the floor, his shock in sync with the ding of the elevator as it opened for them, revealing the floor marked with a big sign at the entrance of the hallway: Interrogation Area. Wow, what a way to be informed. They were practically walking themselves to their dooms.

"Yup." The answer slipped out of Minho's mouth in a simple manner. His eyes practically said, 'and it's going to be very easy to make you agree'. A chill ran through both boys' spines.

"Oh no." Seungmin whispered to himself.

A big, bubbly hello swept through the hallway as the group of three stepped into it. Minho turned back to wave the other two guards that joined them upstairs goodbye. "Ah! I see you've brought the right boys!" A taller, longer haired man smiled big and wide as he took in the sight of the two new people. "Good, I'm so very glad."

"I was telling them all about how we do things here." Minho smiled just as excitedly as he took his place beside the other man. "Boys, this is Hyunjin."

"H-hi," Felix piped up, his right hand coming up from behind his back to wave at the other, the left hand following in the cuffs.

"Aw, you cuffed them?" Hyunjin turned to Minho in disappointment. "You probably scared the babies to death. Poor things."

Seungmin's eyes narrowed at the man when he said that. "Excuse you but we are not babies. We can handle ourselves fine."

Hyunjin smirked at him, "I'm guessing he was the stubborn one?"

"You're right he was!"

"Now. Let's take you to a room, shall we?" Hyunjin clapped, and turned to walk towards wherever he was bringing them. The two others stood still, to shocked to move. "Uh oh, are we gonna have to do this the hard way?" Hyunjin said when he turned back around.

"I-I-" Felix could barely speak at that point. He didn't know what to think. Hyunjin simply stepped up to him and grabbed his arm, pulling him forward. He walked. Seungmin on the other hand, didn't follow.

"I will not allow myself to be treated like this." He leaned against the wall he was beside. "Absolutely no way."

Minho sighed and rolled his eyes before walking toward the other, smiling when his eyes went wide. "I know you're regretting the decision to be stubborn now are you?" Seungmin backed up and Minho followed him, latching his hands on his waist. The assassin shrieked softly as leaned forward, his head almost hitting Minho's chest. "At this point I feel like you just want me to do this to you. Maybe I'll just recruit you as a tickle toy for the group. How's that?" Minho kept pinching his sides, relishing in the adorable laughter that followed after.

"Ahahahah! Plehease, dohohon't do this to mehehehehe!" Seungmin whined, pushing himself more into the wall. "I'm scared!" He finally blurred out.

Minho stopped, "you're scared?" Seungmin nodded, his face heating up.

"It was so bad over there, and, um, it's hard to trust people now." He continued. "And compounds too. Especially other compounds and teams. They're brutal."

Minho's eyes filled with sympathy as he placed a hand on the other's shoulder. "Believe me, we all didn't want to be here at first. I had to be convinced too. I had been stuck in this compound all night. Failed my escape. That's why I've been trying my hardest to give you the warm and comfortable welcome you deserve. Something I didn't get." It was Seungmin's turn to be surprised. “So, yeah, sorry about those handcuffs.”

"You-you care?" His voice was almost a whimper. Minho couldn't believe how broken the man was, and how broken their world was too.

"Of course we do." He smiled, placing a hand on Seungmin’s shoulder. "Now, will you come with me to the room?"

The other nodded, still scared, but more ready. Minho took his arm in his and walked to a door up ahead, still open from when the other two walked through it earlier.

The first thing Seungmin's eyes met with were two new faces accompanying Felix and Hyunjin.

Seungmin stopped in his tracks as Minho closed the door and walked towards the four of them, smiling widely. "Welcome back!" One of them said, eyes sparkling. Seungmin had to admit, he was kinda cute. "I see you brought the two we were looking for!"

"I did! My second successful night out."

"We are very proud of you." The man turned to Seungmin, still smiling. "Hi Seungmin, I'm Chan, also known as boss. It's very nice to meet you." 

"H-hi." The younger smiled sheepishly, bowing his head slightly.

"So, are we doing this the usual way or not?" Chan said with a clap of his hands. "It seems like you've done things differently than we did with Changbin and Hyunjin."

A shorter, bolder man a few feet away from him crossed his arms, "Yeah, lucky asses. Still can't believe you knocked us out."

"That was before we had Minho guiding the hunt team. Of course he's gonna do things differently." Chan turned to Felix. "Now, you seem willing, but I'm not too sure."

Felix's eyes widened at that, looking to Seungmin with pleading eyes. He hated being put on the spot. "Ihi, um, I guess?"

"You guess?" Changbin said with a raised eyebrow.

"I don't know what you're asking exactly."

"Oh," Chan nodded. "We want you to be on our team." Felix gasped a little, remembering Minho's little about to be six thing and leaned back a little into his chair. He turned to Seungmin again, who was shaking his head at him. There was no way he was letting them stay. He didn't care that this place was all nice-nice. He didn’t care about Minho’s speech. It was probably fake, they would show their true, horrendous colours after they agreed.

"I-I don't think we can." Felix's voice came out quietly as he spoke. "We can't trust you." He felt a finger delicately swipe along the back of his neck, shrugging his shoulders at the feeling.

"Please don't make us do this the hard way." Felix looked towards Seungmin again, eyes even more pleading, but the older still had no in his eyes.

"Come on Seungmin!" Felix whined. Seungmin shook his head.

"Nope, absolutely not. No way. I don't care what they do, I can't trust them."

Chan sighed, a hand on his head, before motioning for the other three to get started. They always had to be stubborn didn't they? Despite the atmosphere of this place too!

"No, wait!" Felix kicked out as two sets of hands began to grab him, getting rid of the cuffs around his wrists and dragging him onto a table. Seungmin watched in horror as Chan and Changbin started towards him. He knew he had no where to go, and no hands to use, but he had to try to fight.

As soon as they reached him, he knew he had lost. Fingers ran across his stomach and sides and he had no choice but to double over, his shrieks mixing with Felix's screams as the other two set to work on him.

"Stohohohop tickling me! It ihihihihisn't fahahahair!" Seungmin squirmed in their hold, trying his hardest not to let them drag him along. "PleheheheHEASE PLEASE!" Changbin picked him up over his shoulder and walked him to a table, setting him down on it. Chan grabbed his arms firmly.

"It's either you cooperate, or we add force."

"Why the hell would I cooperate with this treatment?" Seungmin's question showed in his eyes too as he stared questioningly at the two, wondering if they were actually that stupid. The other two said nothing and fought his hands as they took the cuffs off him, pushing him into the table and securing him there. Seungmin's caught a glimpse of Felix, who was still fighting with the other two.

"Stop! Let me go!" Felix screamed. There was no way he was letting himself be immobilized on this table. He felt hands dig into his armpit and his twisted, falling hard against the table. "NohohohoHOHO!" His other arm was lifted up and strapped down, his other arm receiving the same treatment. "This is gonna suhuhuck!"

"We gave you an option to agree right away. I don't know why you didn't just take it." Hyunjin told him as he fought with his leg, squeezing the boy's thigh instead to make him kick out towards the strap. "Ouuuu ticklish legs too. I'm excited for this."

"Nononono! NO!" Felix laid back in defeat when his right leg was strapped in place, not putting up a fight for the other one. He already lost. And so did Seungmin. Quicker than he did. He was already strapped down completely.

"Now boys, I'm gonna ask you again, are you sure you don't wanna just agree?" Chan looked between the two tables, both assassins were looking away. "Very well." He shrugged. “It’s always the same story. Funny, how every compound in our area sucks and causes people to not trust anyone.”

There were grunts of agreement, but they were not nearly as loud as the struggling boys strapped to their tables. Hyunjin looked over to their table, "I honeslty think stubborn over there likes this, so keep that in mind." Seungmin's face burned red as he hung his mouth open in shock and betrayal. Hyunjin turned back to Felix, "And you do too." He whispered mischievously, causing him to blush.

"How dare you say such a thihihihing!" Seungmin felt his body twist itself to get away from the hands on his hips. His body flailed from one side of the table to the other, too much for Chan's liking.

"You know what," Chan hopped up onto the table and straddled him. "If we're gonna change things up around here, why not change technique too. Close and personal." He said as he scribbled along Seungmin's stomach, Changbin quick to work on his thighs.

Seungmin's just threw his head back and laughed, having no where to go. "AHAHAHAHAHA- AGH!"

"So, is it true? Do you like this?" Changbin asked over his screams, making the assassin's face turn even more red (if that was even possible).

Chan smirked, skittering his fingers lightly under Seungmin's thin white t-shirt. That made him tense up and giggle, his face scrunching up with a grunt when Chan moved along his sides. "This never gets boring. Like, ever. I could do this all day."

"Ihihihi couldn't!" Seungmin squealed out, cackling when Chan lifted his shirt more, drumming his legs on the table. "Shihihit! AH! Nohoho not there!" The younger boy's arms closed, elbows hitting together as Chan move upward towards his ribs.

Meanwhile, on the other table, Hyunjin had also jumped up on top of Felix, and was attacking his armpits as Minho held his elbows down to the table. "LEHEHET GOHOHO!" Felix whined, tears of mirth already in his eyes. Hyunjin stopped tickling to pull up his sleeves, and Felix couldn't help but stare at him.

He looked down at him, his long hair semi-covering his eyes, "you like what you see?" He asked, his eyes glistening and his smile wide. Felix rolled his eyes. "I wouldn't roll my eyes if I were you." He let his hands fall along Felix's sides, moving down to untuck his t-shirt, slipping his hands under it and on to his bare skin.

Felix breathed in heavily, the sensation was unbearable. “This is - so unfair!” Felix kicked out as much as his restraints left his when Hyunjin’s hands fell lightly down the dip of his hip and up to his lower rib. “Oh my god oh my god oh my gahad! You’re so ehehevil! NOHO!”

Chan smiled down at Seungmin. “Felix seems to be having fun, are you?” Seungmin twisted to the side, throwing his head under his right arm, almost lifting Chan upwards.

“No, I’m vehehery much nohohot!” Seungmin’s body shot to the left when he felt Chan’s fingers go for his left side. “NO-” Seungmin lost it when hands were placed on either side of him. He couldn’t move anywhere for relief. “AHAHHAHA! I wanna say yehehes but I cAN’T TRUST YOUHUHUHU!”

Seungmin squirmed and squirmed and squirmed, hoping to god felix wouldn’t give in. That he wouldn’t stay. But his calls weren’t answered.

“AHA OKAY OKAY! I GIVE I GIVE!” The scream echoed through the room.

Hyunjin’s hands dropped away from him. “This was fun, but not fun enough. I think we should like let them run out of the room and chase them everywhere.”

Changbin doubled over laughing. “That’s soho mean!”

Felix was heaving under their stares, not knowing whether to cry or be happy. So he did both.

Hyunjin frowned when he saw his tears. “Nono, none of that.” He wiped some tears away. “Minho cried too, you know.”

“Hey! Not fair.” Followed with a hit in the arm, and an attempted poke back from Minho.

Hyunjin continued. “Like, I can’t believe he got lost in our compound.” He laughed so hard he leaned onto Felix’s chest, who was now laughing as well as Minho annoyingly released his arms.

“That is actually very funny.” Felix chimed in.

“Don’t start, or your arms are gonna go back in those straps.” Felix shut up after that. Hyunjin got up off him when his legs were released, helping him down off the table. “Now now, I see that Seungmin still hasn’t budged.”

Seungmin huffed, “Well, I kinda have to now since Felix decided he wanted to.” Felix rolled his eyes.

“Hyung, they’re literally tickling us as a form of persuasion. You know what we got at our compound and would have gotten anywhere else? Burning coals, drugs, weeks without food, deprivation of all kinds!” Felix grabbed Seungmin’s still bound hands. “Here is okay, we’ll be okay.”

Seungmin didn’t even think before he said, “Okay, fine. But if we die that’s on you!”

Felix played with his fingers, rolling his eyes. “Wow, you’re so mean to me.”

“And then there were six!” Chan jumped off the table and did a little dance. Felix untied Seungmin with help from Changbin.

Minho smiled to himself. “Same old same old. This persuasion technique works so well.”

Let’s just say everyone was absolutely loving it there.

[usertoxicyaoi]

ok but pete and vegas back at the safehouse.....do they go back to that room? do they have sex in that room or is the memory too tangled up with the negative feelings and abuse of that time? do they return to that bed to have sex as a fully committed , open and consensual couple? to cleanse the space as it were? or do they lock it away?

hiiiii anon!!!!!

👀👀👀👀 wouldn't you like to know 👀👀👀👀.

no but, jokes aside, they, FOR SURE, in the end go back and make love in that room. and they BOTH cry during it bc its never been as emotionally intense ever as it has been now. no this is .... different from all their other times. different from anything they've ever had with anyone. nothing compares to how emotional this is. bc yeah its not like they havent had sex ever since they came back to the safehouse. but one time, vegas excused his way out of it just when things were about to get going. another time, vegas treated pete like he was made of out glass and it just didn't feel like them.

and sometimes, pete plucks up the courage to find that room and go inside it and see that .... everything is still there, the way it was. the chains suspended and hanging down from the ceiling, the handcuffs attached to the end of it, the cage for vegas' dead hedgehog, the bed, the outline of the stain of the noodles vegas had dropped just before he threatened to kill him when pete had escaped. its all still there.

its not easy. the first time pete goes into that room, its just the him stood in the way doorway scanning the room, until he sees the handcuffs, and his grip on the door handle tightens to the point where his knuckles go white and he slams the door shut and sinks to the ground trying to remember how to breathe again. he hadnt even realised he was holding his breath all this time.

a few days later he tries again. and again. and again. until he's able to step foot into the room. and then he's able to walk around the room. and then he's able to trace his fingers over the items present there. and then he remembers how vegas choked him and dragged him to stand, to pin him against the wall as he drew his knife out to his jugular, saying he'd kill him, and how helpless and defeated and degraded pete felt that in the end, he was ready to kill himself. and he cries. he breaks. he sobs. he whimpers. he just lets himself go. and then he tries. he tries to sit on the bed at first. and that's enough pushing the limits for one day. the next time he goes into the room, he tries to lie down on the bed. and he remembers how vegas forced him to eat. but that memory dissipates into all fhe times vegas cooked food for him and bought it to him, as he waited on the bed for him. and he remembers lying there telling vegas he grew up with an abusive dad, just like him. and he remembers seeing vegas cry as he mourned his dead hedgehog and how amused vegas was by his intrigue of his blood type. and how vegas didnt like beinf called sensitive or needing love, but look at him now. and there's a soft smile on pete's face. and he remembers vegas looming over him to feed him medicine through his mouth, how vegas looked and felt when he was inside him when they had sex the first time, how he kissed him, how he lay next to him and told him he didn't feel like a freak anymore, but that pete was a fool. and pete can't help but touch himself as he lies there. he touches his mouth, his lips, his jaw, his chin, his neck. his hands move down his chest, down his body and ... god. he shouldn't. he shouldn't be feeling this. his heart shouldn't be betraying him like so, pounding away in his chest until he can hear his own heartbeat, until he can hear how ragged his breathing has become. until he can hear vegas saying "let it out", and he's moaning his name as he jerks himself off.

he shouldn't. he shouldn't be doing this. but he only does it because he knows vegas is scared. and that's stopping him from fully giving himself over to pete when they get intimate. and what else can pete do?

and they've talked about this. at first, they didn't. because it was too raw. too ... new. too ... sensitive. but then it startes to tudn into a pattern. and then a common recurrence and pete's patience began to waver and get thin. until one day, whilst they were kissing on the sofa, pete took hold of vegas' hand and bought it upto his neck in an attempt to get vegas to choke him, because pete needs it, he wants it so badly. and vegas jerked away. and pete tried to reach out and bring them closer again but vegas stood up and walked away. and pete couldn't hold back anymore. so he followed vegas, around the house, asking him what that was, begging him to explain himself, telling vegas again and again that he knows he won't hurt him, so what's stopping him? and then when vegas still doesn't answer, pete's bitterness, perhaps even his insecurities, come out. he ends up spitting out and yelling if its him, if vegas is bored of him now, if the thrill of being with him has gone, does he not excite him anymore? because, damn it, pete just wants a response. something, anything, from vegas. and that makes vegas halt. and the way his hands are clenched into fists, his back as straight as a rod, the tension wound up in his body, the way his shoulder rise then fall as he breathes deeply, has pete himself on edge. he doesnt know if vegas will hurt himself or the furniture around them. and then he hears it. vegas sniffing. that then turn into him sobbing. it always ends like this. pete doesnt even realise when he starts crying himself, and in the end, their limbs end up wrapped around one another as they sit on the floor and cling onto one another, with vegas constantly apologising to pete, telling him that its not pete, its him, and pete constantly telling vegas that he wants all of him, that he needs all of him.

vegas doesnt dare go into that room. because the final memory he has of it is of pete almost killing himself right in front of his eyes, and then leaving him. but one day, he hears a sound coming from that room. and it sounds .... just like pete. and he trembles as he walks up the room, because part of him thinks he may have misheard, part of him thinks he hasn't and that means pete is in that room, which leads to the rest of him feeling completely uneasy about what pete could be doing in there. the last time pete was in there, he was trying to kill himself, afterall.

and its not until he places his ear right upto the door, that he realises that pete is saying his name. no. not saying it. moaning it. vegas knows exactly what pete sounds like, when he's on the cusp, about to orgasm. and vegas shouldn't. this feels ... too private to be intruding in on. until he realises that he is pete's boyfriend. that its come to this: he can't even pleasure pete enough anymore, so pete has to go to seek and chase out that pleasure by himself.

so vegas opens the door. and what he had suspected was right: pete's lying there, naked, on that same bed, touching himself, one hand wrapped around his neck as the other is jerking himself off. and when pete's gaze finally meets vegas', he doesnt shy away. he doesnt curl in on himself. he doesnt apologise or justify himself or his actions. he has tears in his eyes, his voice is hoarse, and he begs for vegas as he tells him he needs him.

and it feels like this was the one thing vegas didn't even realise he perhaps needed to see, for all the pieces to finally fall into place, for the wall he built up between him and pete to finally crack and break, and vegas strips himself naked and moves towards the bed until he's finally, finally, on top of pete. and pete offers his hands, just like he did back then, and vegas kisses them, just like he did back then. but this time, pete doesnt offer him the rope. so vegas grabs his wrists and holds pete's hands above pete's head and pins them down to the bed with his own hands, the grip bruising, just how pete wants it.

and he kisses him. ferociously at first, but it sweetens out into something so languid and slow and deep, a pilgrimage of each other's mouths, until vegas has to pull away to breathe. and pete is beaming. basking. his tears glisten and vegas doesnt even realise when he started crying, until pete tells him that he's missed him. vegas knows what pete means exactly by that. and all vegas can do is apologise, again. and the look in pete's eyes shifts to something much darker, hungrier then, even as he continues to cry, as he looks down at vegas' mouth. he tells vegas he doesnt want his apology. and vegas moves one hand away from holding pete's, and down to gripping his jaw, his thumb running over pete's bottom lip, as he asks him what he wants. and pete keeps his reply simple as he wraps his legs around vegas' hips and draws him in, completely down on top of him: he wants vegas to take him. to not hold back anymore. to let it out and to let go.

[stopiteatpopcorn]

i'm going to combust a;sldkfalskdjf

friend please could i get a tickle fic with thoma and kazuha and gorou where they're all in a tickle fight and playfully making fun of each other and like maybe they're discovering new tickle spots/tickle methods on each other since it's been a long time since they've had a tickle fight

YES OF COURSE

BATTLE CRIES OF LAUGHTER

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Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Gorou, Kazuha, Thoma.

⚠️THIS IS A TICKLE FIC SO IF YOU DON’T WANNA SEE THAT, YOU HAVE BEEN RANDO WARNED⚠️

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It was a stormy day out and Thoma, Kazuha and Gorou were all just hanging out in the teahouse. They were looking back on past times where they had been all together just like this and were talking about all the things they used to do together. Somehow the topic had changed to when Tomo used to be part of the group too and Kazuha was clearly a bit upset about it still. Thoma noticed this quickly and as if on cue, went quiet, like he was planning something. Gorou offered Kazuha a small hug to try to comfort him and looked behind him, noticing Thoma slowly give him a sly grin.

“Thoma? What’s up with you? Why are you making that face” Gorou asked curiously as the fixer looked up at him and Kazuha with a smile. He had a playful glint in his eye that he knew all too well. He held onto Kazuha a little tighter, holding him in place. Kazuha noticed the change immediately and started to feel a bit nervous.

“Well, a particular memory came into mind just now. Hey, Gorou, do you remember when we used to-”

“Thoma, I swear-” Kazuha’s body tensed as he noticed his position and tried to break free, but he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Excuse me, interrupting me while I’m speaking is rude Kazuha, I like to be listened to while I’m talking, thank you. Anyways, remember when Tomo used to tickle Kazuha when he was sad? Well mister poet here seems like he could use a little lift of spirit right now.”

“Oh, you’re right he most definitely does! Besides, his face says he’s asking for it so why not?”

“Is that right Kazuha? Well, we’ll gladly give you what you want!” And kazuha felt his face heat up at the mention of what was going to happen.

“Thoma wait-nohohoho-” As soon as he tried to say anything, his words quickly dissolved into soft giggles. Thoma was dragging his fingers up and around his back, occasionally giving his ribs and sides a few squeezes. Gorou just sat and smiled down at kazuha, while lightly scratching at his underarms a bit,

“Wow, it’s definitely been a while! I don’t remember you being that sensitive there. It must be new…” He said. His words were drowned out by a sudden burst of loud laughter.

“Gorouhu-AAHAHAHAA- WAIT THOMA DON’T-NAHAHAHAHA” And there it was. Thoma had switched to kneading at his hips which made poor Kazuha’s soul practically jump out of his skin. He was squirming around so much, and he couldn’t decide what to do. He was torn between trying to break free, but also gripping onto Gorou’s shirt for dear life.

“PLEHEHEHEAS GUYS I CAHAHAHAHAHAANT- AHAHAHAHAHAHA-” They kept going for a few more minutes, making sure not to overstep though. Kazuha was clearly going to lose this fight if he didn’t do anything. As a last resort to try and save himself, Kazuha scratched behind Gorou’s ear. He quickly let go of him and tried to suppress the squeal that came out of his mouth. Thoma stopped everything and gave Kazuha some time to breath, both of them practically staring daggers down at the shiba hybrid. Gorou tried to turn around and make a run for it, but Kazuha was faster and dragged him back to them.

“Now, where do you think you’re going Gorou? You think you can get away?” Kazuha held an arm around his shoulders, facing him towards Thoma. He scribbled behind Gorou’s ear again and Gorou melted. It was hard to keep himself from reacting as he let out small snickers.

“Ehehe Kazuhahahaa” He softly smiled as the tickles felt nice and less overwhelming. He felt himself slowly leaning into the touch and the other two boys cooed at how adorable the sight was.

“Awwww just like a little puppy, You’re so cute!” Thoma commented. It was Gorous turn to blush this time, as his cheeks turned pink from embarrassment.

“Shuhush”

“He’s right though! This is adorable-Although Thoma-Could you help out?”

“Nooo dohon’t, thihis is niceeeheehe”

“Well we did tickle Kazuha to pieces so, it’s only fair we do the same thing to you. Hmmm…where should I start?” Thoma hovered his fingers over his knees and Gorou nearly whimpered as he dropped his hands down….Only to bring them back up and do the same to his tummy.

Gorou couldn’t bear the anticipation, closing his eyes tight every time thoma got close.

“Thohohomaha! Juhust do it already-”

“I dunno, you seem to like this..”

“Pleasehe-”

“Please what? You’re gonna have to tell me so I know what you want.” Thoma smirked.

“I cahan’t-” Gorou’s face flushed even more than they thought it could

“Oh sure you can it’s easy! You say the words and I’ll do what you ask. It’s my duty to help after all!”

“Thohohomaha”

“Yes Gorou?” He stopped right above his tum, making Gorou suck it in, trying and failing an escape attempt as Thoma’s hands descended.

“Just tihihi- Hahahaha-” No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t say it. Oh this was so embarrassing.

“What was that? I’m not sure I heard you?”

“Tihihickle meeheeHEHE” He finally managed to say, falling into a laughing fit when wiggling fingers finally made contact with his stomach.

“Why didn’t you say so sooner? I woulda done this already!” but Gorou was too busy barking out his bright laughter to listen.

“NAHAHAHA-THOMA PLE-HEHEHAHAHAH” With both boys attacking him he couldn’t focus. Kazuha’s little ear scratches felt so warm and comforting but thoma at his worst spot? This was heaven and hell at the same time. His tail started wagging as the tickles increased. The others couldn’t believe he could be even cuter than he already was. They decided to be a little bit mischievous as they looked at each other with smirks.

“Oh, wait- I’m actually a little bit hungry - How about you Thoma?”

“Yeah I am actually! Besides it’s about lunchtime now so we should definitely eat. Do you wanna help me cook something up?” They slowly stopped tickling Gorou and he was honestly a bit disappointed it didn’t last longer. His tail fell and his ears dropped slightly. But Kazuha didn’t let go, instead, he hooked his arms under his, practically locking him in place. Thoma moved to sit over his thighs and Gorou looked confused for a moment, but when he realised what was happening it was too late. Thoma wrapped his arms around his middle and pulled him closer, and no matter how much he tried to wiggle away, he wasn’t budging.

“Thoma don’t-”

“Ya know Gorou, I think I wanna get something special, just for you!”

“Kazuha Let me go! I’m not hungry please-”

“Oh we know you aren’t, But we are!”

“And obviously we should always taste test it first! Ya know what ingredient we need Kazuha?”

“Hmm I’m not quiet sure I do, but maybe he does! I mean, it’s his dish after all!” They waited for Gorou to answer but all he did was give them a wobbly smile and said he didn’t know either.

“Well the answer is simple! It’s raspberries obviously!” and with that Thoma lowered his head and blew the biggest raspberries all over his tum. Gorou cackled as he wiggled around, trying and failing to escape the feeling.

“AHAHAHAHEHE- THOHAHAHAHA- IT TIHIHCKLEHEHES- STAHAHAHAA-” This lasted a little bit longer before he added one super long one right over his belly button and he screamed so loud that his voice started going hoarse.

“AHHHHAHAHA-ACK-EHEHAHAHAHA-” They noticed the signs, and let him go as he lay on the ground, breathing heavily like his life depended on it.

Poor Gorou was completely out of breath but it didn’t take him long to recover from the attack.

“Well that was fun!” Thoma said happily.

“Yeah I guess it was. But why didn’t you go as hard out with Kazuha though, huh?” Gorou asked,

“Well cause he’s a lot more ticklish and can’t take as much as you can anyways.”

“That’s not true!” Kazuha yelled at him, faking offence.

“What, want a second round?” He said, wiggling his fingers at him.

“Ah-no! I’m okay!” He shifted away.

Gorou looked over to Kazuha, an idea popping into both of their heads.

“Alright I think I should go make us some actual lunch now.”

“Oh no you don’t!” Thoma was about to get up when he felt pinching on his side, jolting in the other direction only to feel the same sensation on his other side.

“Aha- Wait guys- can’t we talk about this! Aha-” He giggled.

“Well you did just completely wreck both of us so... what do you think Kazuha?” Gorou said, continuing the touches on Thoma’s side.

“I’m sorry-haha- Please-”

“Hmmmmm…..Nah I don’t think so!” And with that, they descended, going all out.

“Ahahahahe guhuys stahaahap!” They continued the attack and soon enough Gorou’s hands found their way to his ribs. Thoma’s laugh got so loud you would think all of Inazuma could hear him.

“EEEEEEE- NOHOHO GOROUHUHUEH NOT THEREHEHE AHAHAHA” Even though he wasn’t nearly as ticklish as the other two, his reactions increased tenfold as his ribs were played like a piano.

“Oooo why don’t we count how many ribs you have? I mean, we have to make sure they’re all there!” Gorou asked him, smirking.

“IHI’M NOHOHOT MISSING ANYHEHEHEH AHAHAHA”

“Well we don’t know for sure! Let’s double check!”

Gorou started slowly counting as he dug into each set,

“One….Two….Three…”

Thoma was absolutely losing it. He was not expecting to be taken down like this, nor did he think he was this sensitive.

“THEHEHERE’S TWEHEHELVE! I HAHAVE THEHEM ALL EEEEEP AHAHAHAHAHA”

“Hmmm well if you’re so sure. Hey, Kazuha, found anything interesting yet?” Gorou slowed his fingers, giving him a small break.

“Let me see….How about here?” Soon Thoma felt fingers dragging down his back and he jolted up, yelping.

“You’re ticklish there? Who woulda known? it’s a good thing we do now!”

“Thahat’s actually kihinda nice.” Thoma giggled out.

“Awwwwh Thoma!” The two cooed at him, laughing with him when his face turned pink.

Thoma stopped squirming and just relaxed into the light tickles, not wanting to end all this just yet.

“we should tell the Kamisatos about this, they would be over the moon!” Kazuha chimed in. Thoma covered his face, completely flustered from the thought of them knowing. They know of his sensitivity but not about this.

“Nohoho that’ll kihill mehehe”

“Well then you should look after yourself and take a break more often or we will.”

“Buhut I dohohon’t neheed toho.”

Okay yeah they we’re definitely telling though they woulda told anyways even if he said he would. They continued like this for a bit more before finally pulling away, giving Thoma a moment to rest. But the sound of a tummy rumbling broke them out of the trance. Thoma laughed. “Guess we should actually go eat then. I’ll make us something.”

“Oh if you don’t mind, maybe we could help you?” Kazuha asked him as Gorou nodded in agreement. He couldn’t turn down their request, I mean how could he say no to those puppy dog eyes. Literally.

“Okay come on then, just try not to make a mess.” The other two high fived each other in victory and they all headed out, their smiles never fading away.

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A/N: OMG DANI- I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG- I was just not happy with how it turned out the first time so I re-wrote it and I still don’t know if I’m quite happy with it but I really hope this was okay! This is my first fic so I definitely have a long way ahead of me to get better at this but yeah. Thank you for the request it was so cute! Plus the whole time I wrote this my brain was going haywire- But again, thank you for being patient with me, and I’m sorry it took so long TvT.

[manikas-whims]

A Tantalizing Surprise

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for Kanej Week (@kanejweek) Day 5: Love (domesticity)

It took around eight years and a lot of mutual support to achieve this level of intimacy. But he was glad they never gave up..

• Friend 1: write Inej in a silk dress and some sexy Kanej moment Friend 2: No! Write injured Kaz being patched up by Inej Me: *an unbiased friend* mixes both requests into this fic ~♥ • I headcanon Liddies being a gang run by women :)

Kaz Brekker utterly despised private parleys. Majority of the time they were a farce. Excuses crafted in order to get him alone and put an end to his reign forever. Everytime a haughty barrel boss offered him a drink or a condescending mercher invited him for dinner, it wasn't for the sake of striking amiable business deals with him. But to drive a knife through his rotten heart or shoot a bullet into that scheming head of his.

And yet he had agreed to meet the leader of the Liddies in a small coffee house on the bustling streets of the East Stave. They were stirring up too much ruckus and if left unchecked any longer, they'd embolden every other gang to go against the Dregs. Dirtyhands couldn't let that happen, now could he?

As suspected, no pleasantries were exchanged. The door was jammed shut immediately upon his arrival.

Their lieutenant, a burly, middle-aged brunette, attacked first. She tried smashing her wooden bat into his face but thankfully Anika blocked in time with a crowbar. Two other females followed, swinging rustic metal pipes at him which he managed to counter with his cane. Roeder was struggling on the other side, engaged in a one-on-one with their spider.

"This ends tonight, Brekker." Their leader howled from her perch atop a stool. "Barrel needs a queen."

"Barrel already has one." He responded calmly.

"The little whore? The one who's barely in this city?" she grinned sharply, getting up.

"Careful." His gaze turned steely and his gloved fingers flexed tensely onto the crow head of his cane. "I can gut you and your ladies for insulting my Wraith."

"I'd like to see you try." She sneered, madly lunging at him with her bare hands.

He sighed. This was going to be a long night.

The fight lasted for an hour. Liddies finally ran off when more Dregs arrived on the scene and broke down the coffee house's door.

Kaz dictated his gang to double the security around the Crow Club and his other establishments just in case. He then dug his fingers into his right leg in hopes of quelling a little of the ache there as he dragged himself back to his place. Not the slat anymore but a luxurious mansion on the Geldstraat. He had purchased it under a pseudonym after Councilman Hoede had passed away three years ago.

Blame Wylan for making him waste his kruge on a deadman's house. Though the dark wood walls and coffered ceilings looked amazing upon his first visit, he did get a few things renovated. Such as converting the dilapidated Grisha workshop into an ordinary shed and the addition of wild geraniums to the vast variety of flowering plants in the gardens.

Despite his habits, he pulled out a key that he kept within the hidden pocket on the left side of his coat and swiftly unlocked the large, black, entrance gates. The next few minutes of the long walk through the front stone pavement didn't feel regal, atleast not to his leg. He retrieved another key upon reaching the main doors. It was an odd experience every time— to enter a house this big without utilizing his skills in lock-picking.

He didn't stop to admire the blown glass chandeliers hanging from the ceiling or the stolen DeKappel displayed mockingly on the opposite end of the hall. He simply braced himself for the walk up the long staircase leading towards the more private quarters of the mansion.

His steps came to a halt only when he reached the master bedroom. And that too, not because it had been his destination all along but because he felt her presence.

He shook his head in disbelief. Maybe six months of being apart were taking a toll on him, playing tricks with his senses. Or maybe it was just an effect of blood loss due to the cut he'd taken during the fight with the Liddies.

He turned the knob and entered, the room same as ever. A bookshelf tucked in the left corner from the door, a vanity table with a full-length mirror right next to it; a door leading to the balcony and another door to the bathroom on the other end. And of course, the king-size bed atop which his eyes found her tantalizing form, aglow under the golden flame of the dimly burning lone candle.

Kaz regarded her silently. Her lithe frame was covered in a purple, silk nightgown that left barely anything to his imagination. Or rather, it was exactly the sight he envisioned every night. An ideal reverie where he pulled her onto his lap and kissed down the delicious curve of her neck. A fantasy where he relished in her whispers of his name. A fantasy where they did all the unholy things they're capable of now. A fantasy he had been yearning for yet kept locked in the darkest recesses of his twisted mind.

But this was different. This woman in his bed had longer hair and was far more breathtaking than any imagery he could will his mind to conjure. This was real. She was real.

"Saints!" She slid off the bed. "Kaz, what happened?"

Yes, she was real.

And she had chosen an interesting outfit for their reunion.

But it was unusual of her to dock in Ketterdam and not send a runner to let him know. Not to mention, she had somehow managed to sneak into their mansion without any keys.

"You're hurt!"

He scoffed at her concern and proceeded to discard his coat. After all the times they've fought and bled together, she should be used to witnessing him a little roughed up.

He peeled off his gloves with methodical ease and tossed them onto the table. Then he tentatively reached for one of her hands, his thumb stroking along the pulse in her wrist. There was no harm in confirming she was real and alive.

"Welcome back, Wraith."

She freed her wrist, completely ignoring his greeting, and placed her palms over his stubbled cheeks. Fortunately, no waves lapped up his skin. So he let her turn his face this way and that to check for any signs of injuries. When she found none, she smiled in relief and pulled his face down so their lips could meet. His arms immediately snaked around her waist. And he was glad her only reaction was a soft sound of contentment, not tensing or vanishing in his hold. It took around eight years and a lot of mutual support to achieve this level of intimacy. But he was glad they never gave up and worked together to get accustomed to one another's touch.

The contact overwhelmed him everytime, in a good way of course. It was exhilarating to be able to brush his lips against hers. A common gesture for most couples but a very big accomplishment for them. Just like everything else.

Everytime they shed a piece of their armor, touched longer, touched more, they counted it as a new milestone. He was thankful to their patience and to whichever of Inej's saints had blessed them for their persistent efforts.

The kiss deepened with every passing moment, all those months of separation provoking their dormant desires. But as soon as his tongue slid past her mouth, he felt a twinge of pain in his abdomen and broke away. "Fuck! What the hell, Wraith!?"

In trailing her hands along his torso, she had accidentally discovered the cut wound on the left side of his lower abdomen. She glared down at the small dot of blood staining his clothes. "You have absolutely no sense of self-preservation!"

He laughed at the furrow of her brows as she pushed him back until he was seated in a chair. "Takes one to know one."

He heard her huff before she disappeared inside the bathroom and returned seconds later with a roll of bandage, cotton swabs, and a disinfectant.

The blade of the knife had torn past both his vest and shirt but fortunately, barely grazed his skin. The cut wasn't deep or life-threatening, only seeping slow trickles of blood. However, that didn't stop his fiercely gentle partner from worrying. She began undoing the buttons on his vest and in the heat of the moment, he joked. "Someone is eager."

This time she glared at him directly and resumed her task. She was cautious in shrugging off the vest. Even more whilst removing his sweaty shirt.

As soon as the disinfectant-soaked cotton pad grazed his wound, he pressed his lips into a thin line. "Care to explain why I wasn't informed of your arrival?" He gritted out through the light haze of pain. He wasn't mad. But had he known, he would've cleared his schedule for her. Denied that parlay altogether and avoided being injured.

Her hands hesitated in cleaning the blood. "I wanted to surprise you."

Now his brows quirked.

"And was this part of the surprise?" He stared at the thin slip of nightdress snug on the curves of her beautiful body. His voice lowered an octave. "You put this on for me?"

She chewed on her bottom lip, a small action he had noticed her doing when in contemplation. "My intention was to doll-up for the King of the Barrel."

He shook his head, tugging on the hem of her dress. "Seems to me the Queen of the Seas was intent on arousing me with her alluring silks."

She punched his shoulder lightly. "You're bruised and bleeding and this is what you think?"

"Inej," He spoke earnestly, his ardent gaze focused on her as she continued bandaging him, "I always think about you."

"Aside from when I'm out there making money." He added as an afterthought.

She giggled.

He waited until she was done tying the last knot of the bandage to stand up. His fingers disappeared beneath her dress, glided tenderly over the flesh of her thighs in the moment he lifted her up. Her legs naturally came to wrap around his waist and she looked at him. "Kaz?"

He responded with a soft, lingering kiss before pulling back, his breath fanning her lips. "Still in the mood to surprise me?"

She nodded, her eyes averted shyly for once as he carried her towards the shower.

[bigbatlittlebat]

Damian taught alfred how to 'step out of the shadows' like how a room or a street is seemingly empty and then batman walks out of the shadows unexpectedly and it's kinda cool kinda really fuckin scary if you're a criminal anyway when bruce is over tired or wrecked from a mission sometimes alfred will wait in a dark corner in his room til he wakes up and then alfred will be like morning master bruce, bruce nearly jumps out of his skin and depending on surprise level may release a muffled scream, alfred steps out of shadows with a tray of breakfast and tea trying to conceal a smile and damian can be heard laughing from the hallway

That disappearing mid conversation thing that batman always does to Gordon, yeah all his kids learned how to do that on him, sometimes when they've been a bit reckless and Bruce is trying to teach them and hes on a rant explaining how stupid they were and that they shouldn't do it again blah blah blah and he turns round to an empty batcave

When jason and tim hang out or are on patrol together they listen to the crappiest pop music sometimes Stephanie joins them but they've sworn her to secrecy, it was harleys fault she's the one that got them into it

Nightwing helps parkour kids on the street learn some cool moves and he tells them where all the best spots are and encourages them to try gymnastics if they haven't all ready cuz it can help with thier bar movement

When dick is on patrol and (magically) everything is quiet no crime tonight sometimes he'll call by harleys and they have a gymnastics session although harley has occasionally roped him into yoga and the occasional sheet face mask

Not really a hot take more like a piss take 😅 but tim sleeps with a night light and only damian knows, bruce knows but they don't know that

Steph cass and duke join the Gotham skateboarding rink, steph sucks but luckily cass and duke ain't too bad at it and manage to teach her

For Stephs birthday she made the whole fam go roller blading with her including alfred, jason fell on his ass a ridiculous amount of times, tim, damian and duke had races and tried to push each other over, dick and Bruce tried to out do each other dick won (Maybe bruce let him win), dick also showed off by doing several back flips in a row and skating flawlessly away on one foot drawing the attention of a bunch of kids and thier mum's who were at the rink so he ended up being an instructor for he rest of the evening which he didn't mind at all, alfred was surprisingly good at it and suggested they do it every year providing that tim, duke and damian behave a bit better, cass and steph had a blast dancing around in thier skates and ended up at either side of jason dragging him around cuz he fell again lay there and didn't see the point in getting back up

Family dinners sometimes consist of the entire batfam plus barbara selina talia and harley, babs and harley try to give alfred a hand in the kitchen and not that he would say anything but he'd really prefer to do it on his own as he considers harley a fire hazard

Okay but I love the idea of Damian teaching Alfred that purely because from experience young teenagers and children love to think they're teaching you new things and that would 100% be how he bonds with him. Also just the chaos it could cause for Bruce gives me lifeeee. And the idea that they can all do the disappearing act is hilarious because once again - chaos for Bruce

I hc that Jason Tim and Steph all listen to like early Taylor Swift and shit from like the 2010s. So criminals being scared off by Red Hood and Red Robin blasting shitty pop music is amazing

Also there is no way Nightwing doesn't take any excuse he can get to piss about and do his gymnastics tricks even when he's supposed to be patrolling. Also also love the idea that he has a good relationship with Harley - can not get enough of that

Okay yes Tim sleeping with a nightlight currently but I raise you - every member of the batfam had a night light at some point but the only ones that still do are Tim and Duke. No I will not elaborate.

I adore big batfam outings for the absolute difference in reactions like yeah Jason sucking at roller skating but also the parallel of Dick and the others just being able to do it. Imagine Dick doing patrol for a night with roller skates on? Flawless

I like to imagine that once a year at least everyone comes over for a proper get together and Alfred's cooking just comes as a part of it because no one can say no to him.

[fairynavi]

unbearable

a haikyuu x reader ficlet

words: 3.01k

pairing: tsukishima kei x reader

warning/s: just pure fluff about to be thrown your way my dude

Tsukishima Kei has never pegged himself as the romantic type. Yamaguchi can confirm. The blond has never read any of those romance novels during his leisure time, he never pays attention to the dramas his mother watches on TV, and he's never thought twice about dating someone.

He's never fallen in love with someone. He thought it was dumb to fall in love, Romeo and Juliet being a good contender as to why love is such a complicating yet stupid thing. He believes that loving someone romantically is a bother, that's why he's never looked at anyone that way. He's merely protecting himself from getting hurt from love because everything that's said in those romance novels are exaggerated, he tells himself.

Tsukishima was content with everything he had as of now. He's okay with focusing on self-improvement, he doesn't need to value or think of other things.

That is until you showed up.

You're a first year manager, alongside Yachi, of the Karasuno Boy's Volleyball Team and Tsukishima immediately deems you as another person to avoid because the first person you got along with was Hinata. Just like with everyone else, he doesn't interact with you that much, and only says what's necessary when he has to talk to you.

Unfortunately for him, he finds out that you're classmates.

Tsukishima doesn't memorize everyone's names in his class, he doesn't feel the need to do that ever. Once classes end, he's immediately off to practice with Yamaguchi, that is unless he's assigned for cleaning time, so he doesn't even remember you right off the bat.

During English class, the teacher picks you to read a passage from the story that you were analyzing. Being fluent in the English language, this didn't bother you at all. So you stand up and begin reading. Everyone's eyes are on you. They've never heard you speak English before, so they're all definitely surprised, especially a certain tall blond a few seats away from you.

'She's eloquent...', he thinks. Of course, that's what anyone would think if they heard you speaking right now. He's staring at you, and he only realizes when he hears the teacher commend you on your English. He's trying to focus on the lesson, but his mind keep coming back to you and your voice. It's lovely, and soothing in a way. He feels his cheeks heat up a little from thinking about you too much. He finally calms down and focuses back on the passage.

As classes end, the blond sees Yamaguchi begging something from you. As he gets closer, he learns that the other boy is asking for English lessons from you. Yamaguchi notices the taller boy and give him a quick greeting before giving his undivided attention back to you.

"Yamaguchi-kun, are you sure you want me to teach you English?"

"Of course, [Y/N]! There's no one else I know who's as insanely good in English as you are!"

"Well, alright. I guess I can teach you English."

"Teach me as well." Tsukishima finally speaks. Almost in sync, Yamaguchi and you whip your head towards the tall boy's direction. You're just as surprised as Yamaguchi is from Tsukishima's sudden and very surprising request. Tsukishima, of all people, is asking for help. He must be having that much trouble in English to ask someone else to help him.

You're the first to break the uncomfortable silence and you agree to teaching the both of them the subject, Tsukishima is forever thankful for you taking the initiative in changing the awkward atmosphere between the three of you.

Over the course of a few weeks, he's warmed up to you. He talks to you a lot more now, and very rarely he actually engages in the conversation first, but those were usually about homework. Thanks to Yamaguchi and Tsukishima, you've developed a good amount of confidence in your skills as well. You're much more social than you were before, though that's because of Hinata's influence on you, and you participate in a lot of the class activities, be it extra curricular or just favors from your classmates.

Tsukishima always thought you'd eventually forget about him and Yamaguchi, so he stopped himself from getting too attached to you, but to his surprise, you never said no to Yamaguchi whenever he asked to hang out. Sure, you've made a lot more friends now, and you've gained some popularity as well, but you never strayed too far away from the first friends you've ever made.

Not only are you smart, but you're also incredibly kind and selfless, traits Tsukishima never understood. You'd almost immediately, and sometimes literally, drop whatever you were doing and go and help them with whatever they need assistance with, even if it's a little request like taking the trash out to the garbage bins behind the school. You basically thrived off of helping out, and Tsukishima is beyond intrigued by you.

You see, Tsukishima has never seem himself as selfless. He only does things that benefits him. He'll only agree if something is of use to him. To put it in other words, he's selfish. He's never done things to help others, he'll only do so if necessary, such as group projects. He's never the type to consider actually helping someone out because he just felt like it. If it benefits him, he'll do it, if it doesn't, he won't. Simple as that.

Before Tsukishima's even realized it, he's staring at you as you talk to a classmate of yours. Unfortunately, Yamaguchi notices the boy's lovestruck state and decides to initiate a conversation with him. "Tsukki, you've been staring at [Y/N] a lot," He says, catching the taller boy's attention. Tsukishima's eyes dilate in his sudden approach, his cheeks having a tint of pink, and he glares at his friend.

"Shut up, Yamaguchi."

"Sorry, Tsukki, but I'm just surprised how she hasn't noticed just how much you stare at her."

"... Is it really that obvious?"

"To me, it is. To her, it isn't."

Tsukishima groans internally. He didn't even notice that he was staring for so long until Yamaguchi brought it up. No, he will not admit that he was admiring you. Never. He'll get over this, right? This is just a one time thing... right?

Wrong.

He wants to get closer to you now. He wants to interact with you every day. He wishes he sat near you so he could ask for a pencil just so he'd have an excuse to talk to you. He hoped that his heart would stop beating faster whenever you looked at him and smiled. He hoped that his cheeks would stop growing pink whenever you laughed at a corny joke Hinata made. He hoped that his legs wouldn't get wobbly whenever he hears the mere sound of your voice. He hoped things would just go back to normal. But just hoping wouldn't work.

Tsukishima Kei has undoubtedly fallen in love with you.

And he's realized that when he overheard a conversation between you and a male classmate;

"Hey [Y/N]."

You stop erasing on the chalkboard and turn to face him properly. You dust off the chalk dust on your skirt and blouse and reply, "What's up?"

"I was wondering... Could we, you know, meet- uh, meet behind the school later? Before your club activities, of course..." He was clearly blushing, everyone could see that, he was fidgety, and he stuttered a bunch of times. Anyone could already tell where that was going. Except you.

"Oh, of course!" You smile innocently at him, as he smiles back widely. He goes back to his group of friends with a very victorious look you were unable to see. As you turn around, you are met with a pair of familiar pair of eyes, staring you down as if you did something unbelievable.

"[Y/N], what was that about?"

"I don't know, he probably needed help with something. Maybe homework. But he could've just asked me right here, it's not like I would judge him for asking for help. Maybe he's just shy, who knows?"

Yamaguchi face palms at your response, you're even more confused. The green haired boy looks at you in disbelief, and sighs in frustration, "You know what, I'll leave that to you to find out."

Yamaguchi did say he'll leave it to you to find out, but he needed to know how things would turn out. So he dragged Tsukishima along with him, who silently agrees to following you behind the school, despite you telling them that Daichi or Coach Ukai might get mad at them for being late. Yamaguchi, bless his soul, told the two of you that he would take responsibility and would take any punishment that went along with it.

The two boys hid behind the corner of the building, listening closely to your conversation with your classmate.

"Nakamura-kun, why'd you ask to meet me here?" You ask him, clearly not understanding the atmosphere that was around the both of you. Anyone who would catch you there would understand what was happening, but unfortunately, you just couldn't predict what was going to happen.

He stood there for quite a bit, fidgeting, and avoiding eye contact with you. His face seemed all red and you began to worry if he was getting feverish from all this. You take a step forward and he immediately freezes up from you getting close to him.

"Nakamura-kun."

"Y-Yes?!"

"Are you feeling ill? You look red. Maybe you should go to the clinic."

He shakes his head repetitively, saying he wasn't ill and that he really had something to tell you. You nod and wait for him to say it, as you didn't want to make him uncomfortable enough than he already was.

"I... I really like you, [Y/N]!"

"Oh? I like you too, Nakamura-kun."

Yamaguchi face palms. Tsukishima stifles a laugh.

"Really? Then, will you go out with me?"

"Go out? Right now? But I still have club activities." You tilt your head in confusion as he fumbles to find the right words.

"No! Not right now! Maybe on Saturday! Yeah, does that sound good?"

"Oh, perfect, I'm free that day. So which subject are you having trouble on? If it's Math, I can't really help you with that."

Yamaguchi is currently trying to stop Tsukishima and himself from laughing out loud.

"What?" He looks at you, his life draining out of him.

"We're talking about homework, right? Oh! Did I get it wrong? Did you need help with another thing?"

"[Y/N], no. I meant... I meant like go out on a date! Like a romantic date!"

You squint your eyes at him as you process the words in your head. One by one, the cogs in your slow brain finally start moving, and you finally get what he's trying to say.

"Oh, like those dates you see in the movies? I'm sorry, Nakamura-kun, I'm just not the person you should be liking, there are a lot more girls there that will surely make you happy. I'll just make you frustrated, I'm sorry. I really am." You bowed at him politely but he assures you that he doesn't need you to apologize, he just wanted a proper answer from you.

Hearing you say that made Tsukishima's heart drop. You were already aware that you'd make people frustrated with you, and he didn't want you to think that way. He felt a strong desire to change that, but you guys were just friends, he doesn't have a right to change anything about you, he doesn't even have the chance to.

You turn around to see Yamaguchi snickering like a kid and Tsukishima just looking at him with his signature annoyed look. You laugh and them and begin dragging them to the gym, where you were met with an annoyed coach, a concerned Daichi, and very curious players.

Despite having rejected that boy, there were still other people from other classes who tried to woo you with their pick-up lines, but you never really got them, so you just laughed and nodded in hopes of them not getting hurt by you not being able to comprehend any deeper meaning to what they say.

"Does your hand feel heavy, [Y/N]-san?"

"No? I don't think it's possible for a hand to feel heavy?"

"Nevermind."

You tried your best to understand, you really did. You just wanted to keep up with their pick-up lines, but you just couldn't do it. You've never had that kind of experience, so it was hard to understand what they were trying to say.

But without realizing it yourself, you were also beginning to get interested in a certain tall blond classmate. You quickly dismissed these reactions as something everyone can experience, you weren't the only one, of course. Everyone feels this way around Tsukishima. Right? Right?

"[Y/N], I can very much confirm that not everyone feels that way towards Tsukki."

Oh.

"So, your legs don't get wobbly and your heart doesn't beat faster around Tsukishima?"

Yamaguchi laughs and you feel yourself feeling embarrassed as he does so. You give him a light punch on his arm, since you can't reach his head, and cross your arms, a pout present on your face.

"[Y/N], I'm not in love with Tsukki."

In love? Is that what it is?

"I can't be in love. I don't even understand what love is enough to actually feel it." You say, trying to convince yourself more than you're trying to convince Yamaguchi, who only shrugs at your response.

"If you say so, [Y/N]."

The next few days were weird.

For some godforsaken reason, Yamaguchi had convinced Tsukishima to at least flirt with you a little bit, having learned that the blond was hopelessly in love with you, even though the taller blond told the other that you'll have the same reaction as you did with those other guys that tried to do a pick-up line on you.

The first time he tried to flirt, which was a pick-up line about a highlighter and brightening up his world, it turned into you telling him a story about how you accidentally drank water with highlighter ink thinking it was some kind of juice. He was actually immersed in the story sometimes, teasing you about how you couldn't recognize the color of the highlighter.

The second time he tried to flirt, where Yamaguchi would "accidentally" shove you into Tsukishima, he pushed you too hard and ended with you sitting on top of a very uncomfortable and potentially hurt blond.

The third time he tried to flirt, where he intended on staying close to you a lot, like sitting next to you during study sessions, walking next to you during the walk to the gym, just staying close to you in general, you didn't at all notice because you just thought it was normal for friends to do that, all the while trying to ignore your loudly beating heart.

The fourth and final time he flirted with you, was when you finally confessed to him.

Tsukishima is an observant person, so he's probably noticed your mannerisms around him by now. How your tone of voice changes when you talk to him, and how easilt flustered you get when you talk to him. He thought he had a chance, and he was right.

"I don't really like talking about feelings that much but Yamaguchi told me to tell you everything that I'm feeling. So, here goes nothing, I guess."

You take a deep breath and you suddenly feel as if the ground was shaking. You're terrified, but you have to do this. You've already committed to this. There's no turning back.

"Tsukishima, whenever I look at you, I feel really happy. Your voice makes me feel like I'm on the comfiest pillow in the world. Whenever you do that really cute smirk when you tease Hinata or Kageyama, it makes me laugh a lot. You're weird."

"Excuse me?"

"Shut up, I'm not done yet."

You inhale once more.

"You're really mean to Hinata and Kageyama, and you're also unintentionally mean to a lot of our classmates, but I like that about you. Whenever you offer to help me with Math, I kind of feel sad because I'm supposed to be the one doing all the helping!"

"You don't always have to help-"

"Let me finish! You're actually really nice, you know? I saw you playing with a stray cat the other day and giving it food and it made my heart do flips! You looked really cute. I don't know how to express myself properly, and when I try to, it's word vomit. I want to learn and try to be better for you, I want to know what to do with this slow brain of mine, and I really really want to do all those romantic stuff with you."

You're in the verge of crying, but you quickly wipe away any evidence of you crying.

"I... I think I like you, Tsukishima."

He doesn't say anything and you feel embarrassment creeping up behind you. The air is suffocating and you want to run away, but you legs are stuck to the ground. You feel ashamed in the other's presence, wanting to dig a grave and rot in it.

Then, you feel big arms wrap around your smaller frame, pulling you close to his chest, as he buries his face on your shoulder. He only hugged you for a while, as he isn't that type to prolong skinship.

You clear your throat and break the short silence between the two of you, "I've been meaning to ask. Did you flirt with me earlier?"

"Have been for the past week, but thanks for noticing." He replies almost immediately as you just stand there in shock.

"Oh."

"You're unbearable, [Y/N]."

You look up at him and laugh, punching his chest lightly.

"But you love me."

"Yes, yes I do."

this is my first haikyuu character x reader ficlet so i hope you at least like it a little bit hahahah

[flysafepapi]

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The scar on Vincent's chest aches sometimes, when the weather turns particularly cold and wet. It chafes against his clothes now, the linen rubbing almost painfully. Rain is coming down, smattering against the windows, accompanied by the sound of thunder rolling in the distance. He's uncomfortable. Weddings have never been something he's accustomed to, especially not big, grand affairs like this one. All the eyes on him, looking at his scars, his shaking hands, the suit that has seen better days. Even Arthur's steady presence beside him isn't enough to settle the itchy feeling under his skin.

"No fighting."

Vincent nods, when Tommy points at him, wants to say that he'd never do that, not today, but he can't quite make his throat work. It feels a little like mockery, watching his friend marry the love of his life when he knows the same thing will never be possible for him. By the ceremony's end, he's got bloody marks on his palms from digging his fingernails in. He doesn't say anything, wouldn't dare bring anyone down with him, but Arthur catches on fairly quickly. They've been together for years at this point, they know each other's tells.

"Come on, they'll do without us for a few minutes," Arthur says, and leads him out into the gardens with a hand on his shoulder, friendly and innocent for anyone that might be watching. Just two friends, going for a cigarette.

Once they're outside, away from the other guests, Arthur turns to look at him.

"Alright, now you tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing."

He takes the cigarette from Arthur without looking at him, keeping his eyes on the gardens.

"How's the scar, then?"

"It'll be fine, nothing I can't handle."

"Then what's wrong, eh? Talk to me, Vin."

It's a mess of old fears. He doesn't care much about people knowing about them, the important ones already do. It's not about that. It's the old creeping feeling of not being enough, not being able to give Arthur everything he deserves. They've had this argument before, but he can never fully banish it from his mind.

"Linda looks nice tonight."

Arthur narrows his eyes, too perceptive not to know what he's really saying, and looks around to make sure they're hidden before he backs Vincent into the wall. The bricks bite into his back, rough on the exposed parts of his arms.

"Right. If I wanted a woman, I could go out and get one, couldn't I?"

"You should."

He stares back at Arthur, cigarette ignored in his fingers, and tries to swallow around the lump in his throat because it's true. Life would be easier for Arthur if he turned around and went to find Linda. He'd stop having to make excuses, wouldn't have to look over his shoulder all the time.

"I thought by now, you'd know that no one tells me what to do. Now, you listen to me. You were the only thing that got me through the war, I refused to give up because I knew you'd be waiting for me, just like you knew I was waiting for you."

Arthur presses his hand against Vincent's chest, right where he knows the picture still lives, in the pocket on the inside of his coat. The movement shakes the tags around his neck, matches to the ones that hang around Arthur's. If anyone were to see them, it'd be difficult to explain away their closeness, when Arthur is looming into him. There's barely any space between them, only just enough for the hand pressed against his scar.

"These are mine," he says, shifting his hand to curl his fingers around the tags on the chain, lightly, "These are mine, and these are yours." Arthur drags his own tags out from underneath his shirt, lets them hang against his shirt, metal glinting in the light. "You wear mine, and I wear yours, yeah? This is it for me."

Tears sting the corners of his eyes.

"You want to be married? Vin, we already are, in every way that counts. Because I belong to you, and you belong to me, and fuck everyone else."

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Janis & Grace

Janis: Well, that was a laugh and a half Janis: do you actually want any drink or, anything else you can't get Grace: I'm not even going so no thanks Janis: Really Grace: they can drag me while I'm in the comfort of my room with my makeup fridge and hair wand just as easily Grace: I literally don't need to subject myself to camping Janis: Like you said, you actually wanted to go, they don't, you're really gonna bow out now Grace: & now I also don't obvs Janis: So you roll over again, yeah? Grace: excuse you Grace: I'm not sorry for not wanting to share a tent with Mia and Ella when they're like in love with each other or something Janis: 🙄 It's bullshit, Grace Janis: you aren't going to be in the bloody tent for any amount of time, it's a music festival, remember Grace: sure but I'm gonna have to be in the car forever and that's with you two so Janis: That's nice Janis: and it sounds like Asia might be too, or the other one Grace: yeah like you're so buzzing about it, babes Janis: I'll survive Janis: seriously, you can't not go, let them win Janis: that whole convo was depressing enough without her getting everything she wants, like Grace: I'm not you, I don't just do things cos other people don't want me to Janis: so spend another weekend moping when you could be doing something Grace: like she won't make sure I'm having the WORST time if I go Janis: like she doesn't make sure you're having the worst time always? Janis: fuck all different, is it Grace: it's not always like that Janis: sure Grace: it's not Grace: & it's your fault it is now Grace: idk why you had to start hanging out with us, you've sent her into the BIGGEST spiral literally ever Janis: yeah, would be my fault, 'course Janis: not obvious that she can't stand any of you unless you're doing exactly what she wants when she wants it Grace: it is your fault though! there's no way you wanna go to some lame music festival with any of us Grace: I'm not stupid Janis: What possible pleasure could I derive from any of this if not the joy of our company Janis: do tell Grace: 🙄🙄🙄 Janis: Seriously Janis: I'm not one of your friends, not that underhand and it's not that deep Grace: You're not being at all serious thanks Janis: how am I not Grace: Oh please Grace: literally not in the mood so Janis: yeah, I heard Janis: if you're so aggy she makes you look like a cunt, then stop playing into her hands every time Janis: she doesn't want to go, if you all jump ship, so can she Janis: it isn't difficult Grace: Duh Grace: but I'm the only one who isn't going so she has to Janis: Are you sure you're not stupid Janis: are you listening Grace: It's totally obvs that you think I am, babes Grace: we don't even need to do this Janis: do what Grace: have any kind of convo Janis: yeah, you left your manners at the door but since you've proved you're a total pussy in that convo it's falling a bit flat now Grace: okay Janis: Jesus, how are you such a doormat for someone when you're not even first choice Janis: sort it out Grace: Literally didn't ask for your sisterly advice Janis: well you need it Janis: state of that, abysmal, seriously Grace: can you just stop Janis: can you Janis: a better fucking question Grace: obvs not Janis: Christ Grace: It literally doesn't effect you if I do or don't go Grace: get over it Janis: it effects me you being a fucking joke Grace: no more than usual Janis: Fine Grace: 👋💜 then Janis: don't throw that at me Janis: not one of your 'mates' Grace: you wanted me to have some manners, hun Grace: but fine Janis: yeah, and that ain't it Janis: we've all seen how you use emojis Janis: passive aggression is still the latter, you're just being a wimp with it Grace: I'm not her, excuse you Grace: if I were, all this drama wouldn't be happening rn Janis: Don't pretend you mean half the shit you say Janis: your storytimes are more believable Grace: RUDE Janis: generous Grace: you're my sister, I mean what I say to you Janis: that's why you don't say shit Grace: ugh Janis: go on then, what are you gonna do with your weekend instead Grace: 🤷 boys have their uses Janis: yeah, that's a plan Grace: again, didn't ask Janis: no, I did, that's how a conversation works Janis: that's not even your idea, it's Asia's Janis: you're really going to her for the 🔥💡 are you Grace: 🙄🙄 Grace: cos going to the festival is such a 🔥💡 Janis: Yeah, that's why it's ticketed Janis: won't need to douche with bleach after either, best of both worlds Grace: EW Janis: yeah yeah Janis: are you really gonna leave Asia alone with those two Grace: UM you could read how quickly she turned on Hollie Grace: price of a spray tan and some acrylics Janis: She's thick Janis: you all want Mia to love you as bad as each other, at least being stupid is a valid excuse for that kind of behaviour Grace: me too, right? Janis: You going to say you don't? Grace: I'm not gay any more than you are, thank you Janis: 🙄🙄 Grace: I would love to know who she's planning to invite but not cos I'm 💔😍😍 Janis: I know Janis: but doubt it'll happen, or she has the bottle to Grace: you don't have any exes do you? Janis: loads Grace: I'm being serious Janis: so am I Grace: you are NOT Janis: and you'd know, how Janis: don't ask questions when you reckon you know the answers Grace: I'd know cos everyone else would if there were loads Grace: you'd be called everything I am, duh Janis: I'm better at keeping my life private Grace: well again, duh Janis: not hard Janis: so not 💔 Grace: I was just wondering if that was who she was bringing Grace: she's really as obsessed with you as you think any of us are about her Janis: I told you, I already know who it is Janis: and I don't need to think hard on that Grace: as if you're not gonna tell me who it is Janis: not anyone exciting Janis: or gonna happen, like I said Janis: now they've got Asia back, only need to win 'round whatserface too and the car is full again Grace: 🤷 Grace: maybe Ella's seat will be free for her mystery date, if Hollie spilt anything dramatic enough Janis: and lose her loyalest pet Janis: you're all just playing musical chairs Grace: it's happened before Janis: yeah, and like I said, musical chairs Janis: fuck all changes Janis: you're all still 'friends' whatever the dynamic you reckon Janis: her>you Grace: & like I've said repeatedly since you started hanging out with us why are you 'friends' with any of them now? Janis: why'd ya think Grace: why won't you just tell me? Janis: why would I Grace: UM maybe cos you've been shading me constantly for not standing up to them & you're inviting them all to festivals and joining us on sleepovers like they're your new besties Janis: come on, it ain't hard Grace: so say it Janis: it's different 'cos I don't care about them or what they've got to say Janis: and I'd tell 'em the same so you can go ahead if that's your plan or whatever Janis: like I said, not that deep Grace: I don't have a plan Grace: obvs I'm the only one who doesn't rn Janis: obviously Janis: have you ever met your mates Grace: Why can't you just go back to hating me and them from afar or whatever? Grace: you're ruining everything Janis: yeah Janis: you was well solid before this Janis: I didn't have to do shit, that's the truth Janis: I didn't say anything in that entire convo Grace: you literally know you don't have to Grace: she's mad at me for being your sister Grace: which I didn't even ask for Janis: 💔 Janis: such a good friend Janis: get a grip and say you aren't obsessed with her again, like Grace: forget it Janis: mhmm Grace: have fun at the stupid festival Janis: Honestly, Grace, grow up Grace: yeah cos game playing is SO mature Janis: Like you said, I literally don't have to Grace: No, you've just been telling me to instead Janis: 'cos what you're doing and always do now is??? Janis: you play to lose, that's the only difference Grace: I'm not playing is the difference Grace: like this is my actual life Janis: Hardly Grace: 👌👌 Janis: have fun dancing to Mia's beat, as always Grace: I'm literally not, thanks to you, babes Janis: bollocks aren't you Grace: lacking a colour co-ordinated 💅 rn so Janis: yeah, to punish you, so you do what she knows you'll do Janis: cry in your bedroom Janis: then she won't be feeling it, 'cos you and Holly are marding so the three amigos will doss about hers taking selfies instead Janis: I told you, it's fucking obvious what her plan was, and it'll be all your fault 'cos they were well up for it Grace: UGH Grace: I'm not stupid, okay? Grace: not THAT stupid anyway Grace: I know Janis: so do something about it Janis: or are you really that fucked up you can't wait to make it all up to them Grace: Shut up, no Janis: then come, convince your mate to come, and have a good time Janis: fucking hell, is it so hard Grace: It won't be a good time though, will it? Grace: it's fine for you, you won't be sharing a tent or anything else with her Grace: just your boyfriend Janis: yeah, 'cos as mentioned, love spending time with you lot Janis: do it to spite her, there's plenty of distraction Janis: not to mention plenty of tents in our loft if you literally can't stand the sight of her Grace: oh she'd love that, me covered in 🕷 Grace: if I go I obvs have to share a tent with her and be so unaffected duh Janis: bring good headphones Janis: decent shout anyway Grace: if Asia's bf decides to show up yeah Grace: UGH Janis: or Mia's Janis: #2s 😭 obvs Grace: well now I'm like so torn cos I want Ella to be 💔 but I don't want Mia to invite whoever the hell Grace: do I make sure the car is too full or not? 🤔🤔 Janis: not like she'd have him stay anyway Janis: probably come for the saturday night Janis: didn't like have any boys around her when she 😴 Janis: never mind one she's fucking/wants to Grace: PLEASE tell me who it is Janis: 😂 why does it matter who her latest fucktoy is Grace: cos she doesn't want me to know Janis: you think he's gonna be like well ugly then yeah Grace: you don't understand, she ALWAYS wants me to know Grace: so if she doesn't Grace: it's worse than ugly Janis: you'll see if she's not bullshitting, won't you Janis: tents aren't that private Grace: OMG Janis Grace: I'll come if you tell me Janis: 😏 you can't bribe me Janis: might be wrong, anyway but doubt it Grace: fine, I'll do everything I can while we're there to annoy Mia if you tell me Janis: swear on your life Grace: you don't place any value on my life, babes Grace: but I swear on the contents of my make up fridge that you're basically forcing me to leave behind, sure Janis: we aren't even getting into the stupidity of that rn Janis: do you see them keeping makeup in shops in fridges? no, you know why? 'cos you're gonna put it on your face, you donut Janis: [sends Harry's deets] Janis: obvs she wants to ride him too but Jim got into a fight with him so that's why she's being sly Grace: in shops they don't want it to have a long shelf life or work well cos then you'll buy more, DUH Grace: OMG I've literally hooked up with the other boy in his profile pic, that's so awkward Janis: Gross Grace: yeah he so was Grace: I see why she was encouraging me to now though Janis: Grosser still Janis: you know that's called prostitution, yeah Grace: excuse you Grace: he didn't even pay for my uber, thank you Janis: you don't get paid, your pimp does, idiot Grace: she's not my Grace: GROSS Janis: your friendship is so fucking twisted Grace: stop dragging me for like one second Grace: how recent of an ex of yours is he? Janis: it's only 50% you Janis: and what are you on about Grace: girl code Grace: even if you are only fake friends Janis: I don't need to invoke the sacred and ancient girl code, you're alright Grace: do you wanna ruin her life or just mine? 🙄🙄 Janis: I reckon she's frustrated enough Janis: I really don't care if she adds another body to her count, tbh Grace: your boyfriend obvs cares, unless he fought him for a different reason Grace: like his tragic pic captions Janis: could be Janis: very serious about that sort of thing Grace: hipsters always are, babes Janis: this from the girl who drafts all her posts so they really pop Janis: meant to be, clearly Grace: 🤫🤫🤫🤫 Janis: your #influencer secrets are safe with me Janis: mostly because idgaf Grace: ILY too hun Janis: yeah yeah Janis: if he does come, how can we fuck her over Janis: without 'girl code' Grace: I'd offer to hook up with him before she can but I'm not going anywhere you've ever Grace: I'd have to kms Janis: remember what we talked about Janis: prostitution is never the answer Janis: fuck it, I'll think of something Grace: he won't come Grace: I can tell by his feed Janis: meaning? Grace: I'm stupid but I understand boys Grace: the type he is and the type he isn't Janis: very philosophical, babe Janis: but I meant literally Grace: literally he's not gonna show up for her like that Janis: maybe not Grace: & if he knows you're there, which he can't not Janis: not everyone avoids me like the plague, cheers Grace: Duh, I mean if he showed up she can't be sure it's for her Grace: she'd hate that Janis: she'd put up with it to fuck me over though Grace: yeah but is he gonna put up with the possibility that barista boy wins another fight, I doubt it Janis: true Janis: 🤞 Grace: all he has is what he fronts, obvs Grace: it's a totally stupid risk and for what? you're not gonna hook up with him again Janis: he is totally stupid Janis: if his feed isn't giving that away 🔮 Grace: it is Grace: but like Grace: he won't come Janis: Poor Mia Grace: literally never say that again it's too weird Janis: but she'll be 💔 I'm not Grace: she'd need a 💜 Janis: same here Janis: 🤫🤫🤫🤫 Grace: Oh please Grace: you're so 😍😍😍 it's gross Janis: shut up or I'll bombard you with green emojis Grace: wtf was that Grace: 🙄 Janis: was amusing, give you that Janis: but don't reckon much to any of your debate skills Grace: thanks Grace: I swear Mia was a totally different person before Ella moved here, so not even fair that you get barista boy and we get her tbh Janis: that's what a 💀 pact will do to you Grace: it's not funny Janis: not gonna cry for every girl that wants to starve herself Grace: yeah you'd need emotions that aren't 😍🤤 & 😒😠 Janis: and why would I want that Grace: 🙄🤷 Janis: yeah, seems a right laugh Janis: get on it asap Grace: sure Janis: 👋 k, toodles Grace: ugh don't even Janis: 😂 Grace: Iggy's taking us Janis: ugh Janis: alright Grace: IKR but I'm so glad it's not dad Janis: have to hitchhike if it was Grace: we could casually leave all Mia's stuff behind if we were though 😂 Janis: still time Grace: & I obvs need the exercise cos I'm SO JEALOUS of how Ella looks Janis: wouldn't be enough even if the festival was in the south pole, babes Grace: okay thanks for joining in on giving me a freakout now that I am going Janis: shut up 🙄 Grace: yeah obvs have to go have that freakout sooo Janis: if you wanna look like you're dying, go 'head and start killing yourself Janis: nothing goals about it is there Grace: I don't have to wanna look like her to not wanna look like THIS Janis: like what Janis: a normal person Grace: like do not Janis: 🤷 Janis: whatever Grace: UM no we're not fake friends Grace: so you can stop Janis: I'm really not saying anything though Grace: 👌👌 Janis: see you tomorrow then Grace: yeah

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Better Man // Part 2

Hey guys! Hope you liked the first part of Better Man, my newest fanfict for Ashton! I'm really enjoying writing this, and felt inspired recently as I have just returned from a holiday! Enjoy this second part.

Warnings: light smut, swearing, slight mention of controlling relationships.

****

"He called you cute?!" Camila squeeled with delight, as I recalled the events from earlier in the day.

I sighed, but smiled a little. For once Camila actually sounded invested in one of my guy stories.

"And then... His mate just walked off with him?!" she asked confused.

"Well, Luke his friend, and band mate, basically dragged him back to have a nap, he'd had so much to drink Cami" I scoffed.

"He's in a band?!" Ed gasped.

"Go Y/N! You've pulled! " Camila cheered, clapping.

"Comeon guys, I was just providing support. He was quite drunk so I bet he doesn't remember any of it". I chuckle, picking up my drink and heading back to the bar after finishing my break. I wasn't try to make a big deal out of the chat with the boy as it wasn't a big deal, but he was kinda cute. And it was nice that he felt comfortable talking to me.

****

"Lucky number 7, numero siete" I hear the entertainer Sami shout from the stage. Bingo was a very popular game in the hotel, especially as the old folk found it fun. I'd noted that the hotel was busier tonight, filled with all ages, which meant good business. I'd already had to stop 2 guys on a stag do from having more alcohol. I continued to make my favourite cocktail for a lady at the bar, Love On The Beach, which had vodka, strawberry flavouring with peach schnaps and a dash of lemonade. I presented the lady with the drink, to which she lightly clapped.

"Excuse me miss?" I hear a voice say at the bar. I turn around and see the curly haired boy, looking rather sleepy. His hair was messier than usual, and he was dressed in the same clothes are he had on 5 hours earlier. He rubbed his hand in the back of his head in an awkward fashion.

"Well hello rockstar, back for another drink?" I jokingly ask.

He smirks, sitting down at the bar, placing his head in the palm of his hands. I decide to make him a special drink. It was my first drink I learnt from Camila, a hangover cure! Orange juice, lemonade and a few other secret ingredients. I make the drink up, and place it in front of him.

"Please tell me there's no gin in this" he groans, lifting his head up from the bar table to inspect the drink.

I chuckle. "None what so ever sir".

He goes to give me a €10 note to pay for the drink. I wave my hand across my chest.

"No charge, its on me" I smile, pushing the drink closer towards him. He replies with a wide smile, I note his big ___ eyes, looking at me.

"Thanks Y/N" he replies, taking a sip. He subtlety moans.

"That's lovely".

"Enjoy... D'you know, I never got your name." I chuckle.

"Really? How rude of me." the boy laughs, offering me his hand.

"My names Ashton" he says, shaking my hand.

"So I wanted to apologise for earlier, I wasn't myself, and normally I'm not that much of a drinker like that" he said.

"It's okay, I've heard a lot worse stories over the past few months. I witnessed a divorce at this very bar, so you're good" I reply.

"Wow" is all his reply is. He takes another sip of the drink, followed by 2 headache tablets.

"Did you have some dinner?" I ask.

"Not yet, I'm waiting for Luke and Sierra and then we'll head out for the night" he replies.

"So is Luke a friend in your band?".

"Yup, he's the guitarist and vocalist, I'm the drummer" he says proudly.

"That's so cool!" I smile. As I attempt to find out more about Ashton, I hear a clicking of a finger and find a big old gentlemen trying to beckon me over to his side of the bar. I sigh.

"Excuse me Ashton" I say, walking to the gentlemen.

"Finally! I've been waiting for service for ages!" the old man moans.

"I do apologise sir, how may I help?" I reply awkwardly.

****

Its 1am, and the stag do have finally left the bar to head into the town centre for a night out. I sigh in relief, tidying up so I can close up and head home for the night. It was my day off tomorrow so I was looking forward to a lie in. I decided to start clearing the tables first, filling my tray with cocktail glasses. I hear a smash of glass, I turn around and see Margot by shattered glass.

I groan, heading over to her with a brush and pan. I smile at her, and let her get on with cleaning up the mess. She just shrugs at me, and proceeds to clean up. Throughout my shift, all I've thought about is Ashton, and how lovely he was. For the rest of the night before Luke and Sierra returned, we talked about lots in between me serving customers. We spoke about living in England, something both of us had done.

"Don't you miss home?" I questioned.

"Yeah, but the boys and I knew that we had to leave Aus a bit to try and get known musically. It was brilliant, living on our own, no rules, no nagging mums-" he says.

"No cleaning" I interrupted, laughing. He gives me a playful nudge at my comment.

"So did you live alone in England before moving here?" he asks.

"I actually lived with my Dad until he remarried, which became difficult to I decided to stay here for good!" I reply with a smile.

Ashton pouts. "But do you not miss home?" he asks.

"Not really. I have bad memories of home, with family and other people, so it was nice to start all over here again" I reply.

"I get it, like I miss home but so much has happened since I moved out and focused on the band" Ashton smiles.

****

I continued to clean the bar, and manage to finish around 2am. I sigh looking at my Apple Watch, noting the time. I head to reception to sign out, and am greeted by Ashton, sat on the chairs, like he was waiting for someone.

"Hey Rockstar" I smile tiredly, trying to hide my yawn.

"Hey Y/N, going home?" he asks.

"Yup, off tomorrow which will be nice".

Ashton looks somewhat disappointed. "Oh? So I won't see you tomorrow?" he replies, looking at the floor.

"Not at work nope, but if you're in the town or about maybe I'll say hey" I wink, confused at why he appeared so disappointed.

"That would be nice, Luke and Sierra were thinking of heading to the beach tomorrow, so maybe see you around" Ashton says.

"Well personally, I'd go to the one further down towards the airport. Its much nicer and better quality sand, if you get me. I head there with Cami and Ed often, it's nice" I smile.

"I take it Ed and Cami are mates?" he asks.

"Yup, Cami is a cleaner here at the hotel and Ed works on reception." I reply.

"That's cool, well maybe I'll say hey to them if I see them around, point out next time? He asks.

"Will do, enjoy your night Ashton" I smile, signing my name and walk towards the exit.

"Goodnight Y/N" he smiles at me, before walking away.

****

I couldn't sleep last night, which was weird for me. Normally, I'm out like a light, but last night was different. I had Ashton on my mind and I couldn't work out why. The way he smiled at me, made me laugh all night at the bar. The sparkle in his Hazel eyes got made me feel gooey.

I decided to get up, and head to the local Spar to get some food bits for the day. I parked my car in the car park, and headed into the store. I grabbed a roll, some Lays crisps and a bottle of Pepsi. I turned into the sweet section and overheard a woman with an American accent laughing.

"Luke! There here, come get the candy" she laughed, before walking into the same section as me. I stopped, and recognised the voice as Sierra, Luke's girlfriend.

"Oh hello" I warmly smile, continuing my shopping and placing some strawberry laces in my basket.

"Hey Y/N, Ash said you had a day off today!" Sierra says, grabbing the same bag of sweets.

"Do I hear my name?" I hear Ashton say, as he turns the corner into where we're stood. As soon as he sees me, his face lights up like a little boy in Christmas day. I playfully wave at him. He comes over.

"Hey Y/N, did you decide on a beach day too?" Ashton says.

"As a matter of fact I did! I take it you listened to my suggestion of this beach?" I say, pointing to the beach over the road from the shop.

"Ahhh so you recommend it... That explains a lot." Sierra winked at Ashton.

"Well it would be rude of us to not invite you along to sit with us for the day, if you wanted?" Sierra asks.

"That would be lovely, thank you. It's always nice to have some company on my days off" I reply, excited at the fact that I get to spend time with them, as they seemed like a good bunch of mates.

Ashton smiled over at me, beckoning me over to the sweet counter.

"Now Y/N, what other sweets should we get?" he asks.

****

"You're definitely cheating!" Ashton insists, pouting like a four year and throwing the cards onto the blanket.

I laugh, picking up the cards and start to reshuffle the deck. It's the 5th round of Rummy and Ashton had lost every single round.

"What can I say, I'm just too good for you" I wink playfully. Ashton rolls his eyes, poking my chest playfully. I watch Sierra and Luke, who are play wrestling on the beach. Its been good hanging out with the three of them for the day. They've spoken a lot about the band, Luke and Sierra's relationship and planning future holidays.

"They're cute together" I admire the couple dancing on the beach. I look over at Ashton, who is also looking at them.

"Yeah, they've been through a lot those guys, I love them lots" he smiles. "They've both been great friends to me, especially recently".

"Can I ask you, what actually happened with your ex?" I asked curiously, not wanted to upset him.

"Myself and Kay had been dating for 6 months, things were going well, but I found myself not being able to give her my full attention, with everything that was going well with 5SOS. She started to make me feel guilty for being away from her. I tried to make effort more, but in the end she wanted more than I could offer. I tried to end up several times, but each time she'd come up with a different excuse or reason not to. In the end I stupidly invited her on this holiday with Luke and Sierra to try and calm things down. Biggest mistake. She took it as a sign that we would be getting back together, but I kept saying to her that I just want to be friends. We sat down the other day and she ended up storming off. So... That's it" Ashton said, his head facing down the whole time.

I pause, taking it all it. "I'm so sorry, it must have been difficult." I reply, placing a reasurring hand on his back.

"It's okay. I just feel bad that she wanted more from me that I can offer. She knew my schedule. I just wish I could find someone that understands that" he sighs.

"I get you, like a no strings things?" I ask.

"Basically yeah, it's how things with her started, but then it clearly got more complicated. Feelings get mixed up. Sex turns into moving in. It went quickly." he says.

"I get that. My ex jumped ahead, its scary, especially if you aren't ready for it" I reply, sighing.

"You went through the same thing?" Ashton asks, looking at me.

I pause, preparing myself to tell the story.

"Yup, and it ended messy. We dated for 5 months. Started off as a hook up after meeting on Tinder, and somehow he turned it into a relationship. I basically felt forced into it, he kept saying 'it's the right thing' when in reality I didn't want it. He insisted on making it a serious relationship, meeting family and making it official on social media. When I tried to end it, all I'd get is abuse, calling me crazy and stupid. In the end I managed to leave him, but he ended up stalking me for weeks after. In the end I got a retraining order, and I've had no trouble since" I said.

Ashton sat and listened to my entire story in silence, nodding a little and sighing with me.

"Wow, you've been through a lot" he said.

"Yup, but then I look at how happy I am now, at my new job, making new friends and meeting new faces each and every day, it gives me so much happiness" I reply smiling. Ashton smiles at this comment, knowing that I'm hinting at him.

"That makes me happy to hear. I'm glad we met y'know Y/N, you're a lovely girl" Ashton says.

"Thanks Ash, I guess you're alright" I reply giving him a wink. He jokingly pushes me to the ground, and jokingly pins me down to the sand, holding both of my hands. We're both laughing, before it all goes quiet. I look deeply into his eyes, memerizing each part of his face. His cute dimples on his cheek, the crease in his lips. Realising what he was doing, all of a sudden he gets up and walks in a circle.

I pause, confused.

"Is everything okay?" I ask.

"Yeah, sorry, I shouldnt have done that" he replies worryingly.

"It's okay, we were only messing around. It was funny" I replied, shocked at how serious he was taking this.

"If you're sure, just don't wanna hurt you" he replies.

I laugh. "I'm a big girl Ash, I'll be okay" I laugh. He chuckles, rolling his eyes, before sitting back down on the picnic blanket again.

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We get back to the Hotel, and I'm greeted by a beaming Camila, who introduces herself to Ashton, Sierra and Luke.

"Please excuse Miss Y/L/N, she's needed in a room urgently." she requests, dragging me arm away to room 263. She pulls me into the room, and I see Ed is already sat there patiently waiting, on the bed, legs and arms crossed.

"What in earth?" I whisper, realising that we're in a guests room.

"Oh don't worry they checked out an hour ago, no one new expected until later on" Cami reasurres me.

"So, spill some tea sis!!!" Ed chimes.

"Why didn't you tell us you were meeting up with the curly haired boy?!" Cami says.

"OK so his name is Ashton, and he's really sweet. We hung out with his friends at the beach, nothing special" I shrug.

"It looked pretty special to me, looked like a double date" Camila smirked. Ed clapped his hands at this.

"Ashton isn't really looking for... Anything... Or anyone for that matter... At the moment, so it definitely wasn't a date, just hanging out." I shrug, trying to contain my excitement that he was pretty cute.

"But still, he is cute girl, you gotta admit that" Camila said, smiling.

"Yeah, he is, I like him". I said, smiling and dancing around the room a little. Ed and Camila join in dancing with me, before we're interrupted by a knock. Camila forgot to shut the door behind her.

"You lot seem... Happy?" Ashton questions, seeing us all dancing. I can feel myself turning bright red, hoping that he didn't hear what I just said.

"Erm.. Yeah, just happy that it's the weekend!" Ed smiles, trying to cover our backs.

"Speaking of which, cool if I grab Y/N?" Ashton asks.

"You go ahead sweetie, we'll be just here". Camila grins from ear to ear, ushering Ed out of the room, and hide behind the corner so they can hear every word. I roll my eyes at this action.

Ashton chuckeled. "Your friends are funny".

"Yeah they're petty decent. Did you have a good day? I hope you liked the beach and that you liked the food also, because I really was worried tha-" I said.

"It was perfect, Y/N, thank you. Luke commented on how much of a great tour guide you were for us today. So thankyou. Plus you have a good eye for nice food!" Ashton smiles, lightly brushing his finger along my cheek. I can feel myself shudder at this light touch, making me legs feel like jelly.

"Speaking of food, to say thank you, I'd like to take you out for dinner tonight, just me and you. Is that okay?" Ashton asked.

I pause, shocked at his request.

"I-I would love to" is all I manage to reply.

"Great, it's a date" he winks, before walking off.

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