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javierpena-inatacvest · 7 months

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Movie Night

Summary: You and Javi are trying to pick a movie to watch together. When Javi decides to change into gray sweatpants to get more comfortable... something else besides movie watching ensues.

Word Count: 2.3K

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader (no use of y/n)

Warnings: SMUT (18+), established relationship, face fucking, oral (m receiving), mastrubation (f), praise kink, Javi in gray sweatpants (it deserves its own warning), reader has hair that can be held, Javi being a menace but still soft and sweet (because that's just how I roll)

A/N: This was inspired by an ask from an anon (thank you, non, Javi in gray sweatpants is everything), and I'm absolutely feral completely normal about it!!! Also, I had this gif in mind the whole time I was writing this because GOD DAMN 🥴🥵

This can be read as a stand alone, or as a part of the It's Never Too Late Series!!

“Forrest Gump?”

“No…”

“Jaws?”

“No, not that either…”

“Pulp Fiction?”

“Not that one…”

“Well ya gotta pick something Osita.” Javi sighed, laughing to himself at your indecisiveness as he put back the VHS tape choices he had pulled out for your weekly Friday night movie. Ever since the two of you had started dating, Friday nights had been exclusively reserved for you and Javi cuddling up on your couch, eating the pizza he picked up on the way home from work, and catching him up on the many movie classics he had missed since his time away in Colombia- a well deserved way to end both of your weeks. The first few weeks of movie night picks had been easy- mandating that Javi had to watch all of the Star Wars and Indiana Jones series (your two personal favorites) before moving on to anything else. You had let Javi pick what movies he had wanted to watch from there, mostly to curb any time wasted from your indecisiveness on choosing something.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna pick?” You groaned, squatting down next to Javi as the two of you sorted through the movie collection under the TV stand.

“Osita, I’ve picked like, the last 3 weeks in a row. I promise, I don’t care what we watch. I’ll make it easy on you. Here…” Reaching back into the TV stand, Javi pulled out a few random movies, scattering them on the ground before looking back at you. “I’m gonna go change out of my work clothes, pick something from these by the time I get back. Only 4 choices. Can’t be that hard, ya dork.” Javi chuckled, pressing a quick kiss onto your forehead before standing back up and making his way towards the bedroom.

‘Fine…” You grumbled, shuffling through the choices that Javi had left. Reaching down next to you, you picked up “The Princess Bride”, deeming it the best of the 4 random tapes Javi had pulled from the TV stand, popping it in to the VHS player before settling back onto the couch, curling up in one of the blankets you had draped over the sides. “I picked something!” You shouted towards the bedroom, hearing Javi’s footsteps beginning to make their way down the hall.

“See? Knew you could do it, Hermosa.” Javi’s voice trailed behind him as he stepped into the living room, playfully rolling his eyes at you. “So, what are we watching?”

Truth be told, you hadn’t heard a single word Javi had said since you had watched him enter the living room- Not after seeing what he was wearing.

He had changed out of his work attire and exchanged it for a fitted black t-shirt and gray sweatpants that left very little to the imagination. Javi had insisted to you that they really were the only pair of sweatpants that he had, but there was a part of you that was convinced he knew just how irresistible he looked in them, and that the sight of him in those pants made you absolutely feral.

“Hmmmm?” You replied, visibly shaking your head to try and reel yourself in from the thoughts you were already having after seeing your boyfriend walk into the room in his new outfit. “Sorry, what did you say?”

“I asked, what movie are we watching?” He nodded towards the TV as he sat next to you on the couch, legs splayed open in a way that had the outline of his bulge perfectly pressed against the gray fabric of his pants. You could practically feel your mouth watering as you looked down at his lap- you were trying your best not to stare, but you couldn’t help but swipe your tongue along your bottom lip breathing heavily as you looked up at Javi.

“Or…” You smirked, working your way across the couch to crawl into Javi’s lap, straddling him with your legs on either side of his, running your fingers through the dark curls of his hair. “We could not watch the movie and do something else.” Your hands began to travel down Javi’s body, resting on his chest and grabbing at fist fulls of his shirt as your hips pressed down into his, feeling him starting to become hard underneath you, your kisses becoming desperate and frantic.

“Something else, huh?” You could feel Javi’s boyish grin between the presses of your lips, his hands working their way up and down your body before digging into your hips as you rolled them against his lap.

“Mhmmmmmm.” You nodded, reaching down to palm at Javi’s dick, straining against the fabric of his pants. “God, you look so good in these. You know what these sweatpants do to me, Jav?” Your kisses left Javi’s lips, slowly trailing down his body in hot, wet presses against the exposed skin of his neck and soft fabric of his shirt. You slid off Javi’s lap, kneeling on the ground in front of him, tugging at the waistband of his sweatpants, springing free his cock, already painfully hard and leaking with precum. Javi lifted his legs, shuffling his pants down to pool around his ankles, letting your hands and kisses wander up his thighs.

“Fuck me, Hermosa…” Javi groaned, leaning his head back against the edge of the couch as you planted hot kisses along his length, one hand slowly stroking the base of his shaft, the other running up and down the skin of his legs. “You wanna suck my dick, baby?”

You smirked, gently shaking your head from side to side, looking up at Javi. “I- I want you to fuck my mouth, Javi.”

Javi’s eyes went wide, jaw immediately going slack as your words left your mouth, visabally taking a moment to process your request. He reached down to cradle your face, forcing your gaze up towards his. “Baby… I don’t- Hermosa…are you sure? I don’t wanna hurt you or anything.”

Regardless of what either of you wanted in the bedroom, rough, soft, or anything in between, Javi’s first priority had always been making sure that first and foremost, you were comfortable. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about your request before- as much as he loved going down on you, Javi absolutely lost his mind every time you went down on him, and the thought of you on your knees, taking his cock deep down your throat as he fucked your mouth had him rock hard.

“Javi,” You giggled, biting down on your lip, raising an eyebrow at him, “I’m positive. I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t want to. I wanna make you feel good, baby.” Grabbing the hand gently cupping your cheek, you tugged at it, forcing him to stand up, running your hands up and down his thighs before removing one to lick a broad strip down your palm and wrap it around his shaft, slowly stroking it, making him groan.

“Fuck me.” He muttered to himself, watching you wrap your hand around his length and taking him into your mouth, swirling the tangy mix of his arousal and your spit around your tongue. He ran his hand through the dark curls of his hair, trying his best to keep his composure, already so worked up from just the thought of what you were about to let him do alone. “If it’s too much, you let me know, okay? Tap my leg or my arm or whatever, and I’ll stop, no questions asked, I-”

“Javi. I love you, baby. I wanna choke on your dick. I promise I’ll be okay.” You smirked, nodding in reassurance, hand still twisting around the base of his shaft, making its way up to thumb at his tip, red and leaking, sliding the mix of your saliva and his precum up and down his length.

“Jesus. Okay, Hermosa. Open that pretty mouth for me, baby girl.” He reached down, thumb tugging at your bottom lip before sliding his hand along the back of your head, carefully cradling it as your jaw hinged open, sticking out your tongue for him to place his cock on. Your eyes batted up at him through heavy lashes, gripping around the back of his bare thighs as you let your mouth relax, his length hard and heavy against your tongue as you took him between your lips. He eased into your throat, setting a slow pace as his hips gently rocked as you took him deeper into your mouth, hearing him audibly moan as your fingertips dug into the skin of his legs, urging him to go deeper, pulling him closer to you. “You sure?” Javi looked at you, eyes wide as you nodded, humming against his cock in approval, as if he knew exactly what your little gesture had meant.

Javi pulled back, pausing for a moment, a devilish smirk spreading across his face before pushing all the way back in, making you hollow your cheeks and breath through your nose, brushing up against the curls at his base, the sweet and musky scent of him filling your nostrils as you inhaled. “Oh fuck, Osita. Holy shit.” His voice rasped, hitching in the back of his throat watching your mouth fill with his cock. His fingers ran through your hair, tugging a little tighter as his thrusts began to quicken, his grunts and moans becoming louder with each push and pull. “Fuck, such a good girl taking me so well. So fucking pretty when you suck my cock baby, holy fuck.”

His other hand met his first, cupping the back of your head as he fucked into you, hitting the back of your throat as tears welled in your eyes and drool pooled from your lips as his cock consumed your mouth. You loved sucking Javi’s dick because you knew just how good it made him feel- watching his face all blissed out, leaving him a moaning and muttering mess. But this? Looking up at him through your heavy lids seeing the pure euphoria radiating off of him? It was unmatched.

You couldn’t help but rub your thighs together, trying to ease the ache that had rapidly been building between your legs, feeling the wetness pooling in the fabric of your underwear. Desperate to ease your own needs, you shifted one of the hands that was holding the back of Javi’s thigh, bringing it down to snake down your sweatpants and the waistband of your panties, humming in relief around Javi’s length as you rubbed your clit, already throbbing and pulsing before your fingers had even touched it. Feeling the absent grip of your fingertips in his leg, Javi looked down to see you touching yourself as his cock thrusted in and out of your mouth, making his jaw even more slack, while his pace became more frantic and sloppy.

“You touching yourself, baby? Fuck- sucking my cock like this got you all worked up?” Javi groaned through gritted teeth as you nodded up at him with watery eyes, hollowing your cheeks to try and keep from gagging as he brushed against the back of your throat. “Fuck meeee.” He whimpered, not sure how much longer he was going to last watching you, feeling the tingle at the base of his spine already beginning to grow. “Dirty fucking girl. I’m not gonna last much longer, baby- shit- be a good girl and make yourself cum on those pretty little fingers for me, yeah? Wanna see you- oh fuck- wanna see you cum for me before I fuck myself down your throat.”

Sliding deeper into your panties, you felt the slick covering your folds as you dipped your 2 fingers inside your heat, the palm of your hand bumping against your clit while you touched yourself, feeling equally as worked up and close to finishing as Javi was. Saliva spilled from the sides of your mouth as tears slid down your cheeks as Javi’s cock filled every inch of your mouth, the veins of his dick throbbing along your tongue. You could feel your pussy begin to flutter as your hands slid in and out of your dripping entrance, arousal pooling in your belly with each brush of your palm along your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your whimpers and moans humming around Javi’s cock had him reeling, his fingers gripping tighter around the ends of your hair as he cradled the back of your head, as he pushed deeper down your throat.

Suddenly, you could feel the coil inside you snap, your cunt clenching hard around your fingers as your orgasm ripped through you, your eyes squeezing shut and the breathing through your nose becoming heavier as you came. Knowing that you had hit your high, Javi sought relentlessly to reach his own, desperately thrusting into you. “Fuck me, Osita. Fuck. I’m so close baby, shit, gonna fill up that pretty mouth of yours. Meirda, Hermosa, ay dios mío, voy a-aahhhhhhhhh (Shit, Beautiful, oh my god, I’m gonna-ahhhhhh).” With one more push of his hips, Javi’s spilled himself inside you, hot ropes of his spend coating the back of your throat as his cock throbbed, milking himself of every last drop before pulling back out of your mouth. Both of your breaths were slow and heavy, Javi’s hand resting under your chin, tilting your messy, wet face up towards his as you swallowed, taking his cum down your throat.

“Jesus Christ…” He whispered to himself, his jaw still slack and eyes wide as he looked down at you, a devilish grin now growing across his face. “Fuck me. Fuck, that was so hot. You okay, baby?” He asked, pulling you up to stand as you used the back of your hand to wipe the spit still dripping from the edges of your lips.

“More than okay.” You smirked, pressing up on your tiptoes to plant a hot kiss on his lips, grabbing a fistful of his shirt. “We’re gonna have to get you new sweatpants, Jav.” You giggled, still laughing at the fabric pooled around his ankles. Javi tilted his head in confusion, reaching down to shuffle his pants and boxers over his legs.

“Why’s that, Hermosa?”

“Because if you keep putting on those sweatpants every time we’re supposed to watch a movie, I don’t think we’re ever gonna watch a movie again.”

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cupidsfaerie · 10 months

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opposites attract ✧.* | dominik mysterio x reader!

dominik mysterio x fem! reader

summary: dom and the reader are polar opposites. ever since joining the judgement day, he's turned cold and dark. y/n is the opposite, full of light, and always seen with a bright smile. dom notices this, and little does y/n know, he's had his eye on her longer than she knows.

genre: angst, smut, 18+

a/n: this one was so fun, buckle up guys! <3

the judgement day had been taking over raw for the last couple of months, and y/n hated it. she never understood how a group of once good people, could make every night hell for the other wrestlers. the dark colors, the random attacks on others, she hated it.

as her eyes scanned the screen in front of her, she watched the judgement day continue to appear on her screen. she watched anxiously as dominik, finn, and damian all attacked sami, kevin, and seth. she shook her head, before getting up, not being able to watch the screen anymore.

tonight y/n had a contender's match against rhea ripley, if she could win the match she would be given a title opportunity against her. she had been working hard weekly to get the chance, and she did not want it to go to waste. y/n placed on her attire, known as someone who was full of light, she obviously made sure her attire would match her personality.

once she was finished, she did her pre-match ritual of listening to her favorite music and stretching, before heading to the gorilla since her match against rhea would take place next. she felt like she was in her zone, until she heard a voice behind her.

"you know, you don't stand a chance tonight." she turned around, facing dominik mysterio, who was linked right next to rhea who let out a laugh. dominik was someone she had met briefly, as they started training at the same time, until he had began to turn against everybody, and never spoke to her once he had joined the judgement day.

"am i supposed to be scared that rhea has you attached to her hip at all times? regardless of anything you say against me, i'm not afraid of anyone, especially neither of you." y/n said confidently, as she heard her music hit.

the match between rhea and y/n had taken the show to the next level, with the fans hype and them both taking hits back and fourth. dom made sure to try and distract y/n as much as possible during the match, but even with his efforts, she would manage to find a way to fight back against rhea. the match came to an end with dom being ejected from the ring. once rhea had saw him being thrown out, y/n took the time to use rhea's distraction against her, and hit her finisher on her from behind, stealing the win. with the crowd roaring, and y/n finally getting her opportunity, she headed backstage.

once y/n reached the backstage area, she was greeted with many wrestlers congratulating her. she thanked everyone, before heading back to her locker room to take a quick shower, before heading to the hotel. once she finished showering, she heard her phone buzz, and looked to see a message from liv morgan, one her closest friends.

liv: "congrats on the win! we're all celebrating you tonight at the club, be there! you have no choice! meet me in my room when you're ready, and we'll uber there together. xo, ily <3"

y/n didn't plan on going out, but she knew that if she didn't show up she'd hear about this for a while. so, she grabbed all of her things, and got into her rental car to get herself to her room so she could change and do her makeup for the night.

once she arrived to her hotel room she instantly started playing her getting ready playlist, something that always got her hyped up. she wanted to take a longer shower, since she only did a rinse off after her match, and who knew maybe she'd get lucky tonight. she finished her hair and makeup, and found that she would find perfect timing to put her outfit on. she was always known for wearing a good mini skirt, and crop top, paired with heels when going out, so she kept it simple and decided to go with that.

once she was ready, she texted liv that she would be on her way to her room soon, and took the time to add a layer of lip gloss on, before heading over. once she got there, she knocked on liv's door, and smiled once she opened it. "you look so hot! who are you impressing tonight?" liv said, jokingly, as she let y/n in. "you never know!" y/n replied, laughing, as she sat down on a chair. "you are definitely getting laid tonight looking like that. i made the uber, it should be here in three minutes." liv explained, as she finished putting on her shoes.

once the pair arrived to the club, they saw a good majority of the wrestlers who were on the show prior. liv and y/n split up, as liv found raquel and got tranced into their conversation about their title win. while liv was busy, y/n took the time to go over to the bar and order a drink. she sat down at the bar, ordering a signature vodka cranberry, and waited patiently, scrolling through her phone.

"surprised to see you here." she heard, as she felt a presence next to her. she looked to her side and saw dominik mysterio sitting himself down next to her. she scoffed, as received her drink, taking a sip of it. "why wouldn't i be here?" she questioned him, as she continued to sip on her drink. "you don't seem like the type. plus, if it wasn't for that stupid ass referee throwing me out tonight, you wouldn't be over here celebrating anything."

y/n rolled her eyes, before responding, "first of all, i didn't need any help beating rhea tonight. regardless of if you got kicked out or not, i had that match won. nothing distracts me. second of all, why are you even talking to me, shouldn't you be with your mami? or is she still recovering from her loss?" y/n said, smiling. dom shook his head, and looked her up and down, taking in her outfit. regardless of if he hated how happy she always was, she looked gorgeous every time he saw her. though, he would never admit it.

y/n looked over when she noticed him looking at her. "what are you staring at?" she asked curiously, before finishing her drink. "clearly you." he responded, harshly. "why are you even still here? we're not friends. i'm not friends with people who attack others for literally no reason." y/n said, as she started to get annoyed. "no reason? these people deserve it. you know, you act like you're such a sweet person all the time, but deep down, i know you aren't as good as you try to present yourself. and this skirt that you're wearing, tells me that i'm right." he said, smirking.

y/n scoffed, "you know nothing about me." she said in response. "tell me then, am i wrong? is it wrong of me to know that deep down, i know that you've got dark side? you hide behind all of these bright colors and smiles, but you're hiding something. you and i both know, you're far from innocent." he added.

y/n knew that he was right, she definitely did have a side that wasn't so innocent, but would never admit that to him. "even if i did, you would never find out." she said, confidently, as she looked at him. she eyed his outfit, noticing the all black outfit he was wearing. as much as she hated to admit it, as much as he had changed, he looked good as hell with the new way that he presented himself.

"aw, you know it's rude to stare, baby. you can keep denying it, but i know you want this as bad as i do." he smirked, as he drank. y/n let out a gasp she didn't know she was holding in, as she looked away from him. he was right, she did want him, but she didn't want him to gain the satisfaction being right. "how many times do i have to tell you, you don't know anything about me." y/n repeated. "let me learn then," dom replied, as he placed his hand onto her leg, slowly running it up to her thigh. "i've wanted to learn about every inch of you since i've met you." he said, as he continued to run circles against her thigh.

y/n gulped slightly, and thought for a moment. she knew that if she did anything with him tonight, he would never leave her alone about it. but, deep down she knew that she wanted this as bad as he did. "what do you want from me?" she questioned, as she looked up at him. dom smirked, and brought his mouth to her ear before responding, "i wanna ruin you. i want to see the side of you nobody else does." she felt herself shiver at his touch.

"take me home." she responded, and dom smirked slightly, grabbing her hand, and walking her out of the club. with the club being packed with wrestlers, there were already drivers ready to take the wrestlers who had been drinking home. when the pair got into the car, y/n felt dom's hand start to creep up her leg again, she looked over at him, and he sent her a slick smile, before whispering in her ear, "keep quiet." she nodded, as she felt his hand slowly creep up her skirt. luckily the driver was distracted, and it was dark in the city, because the driver would have been in for a show otherwise. y/n bit her lip to keep quiet, as she felt him graze over her panties with his hand. she felt wetness begin to come down, and she looked up at him.

before anything else could happen, they had arrived at the hotel, and she let out a sigh of relief, before they thanked the driver. once the two got into the hotel, she followed him in anticipation to his room. as soon as the door unlocked, it was like a switch had flipped, and dom instantly brought her inside, pulling her into a heated kiss, and closing the door behind him. she softly moaned into the kiss when she felt him push her down onto his bed, as he took his shirt off. he began to trail kisses down her neck. the way he kissed and sucked on different parts of her neck let her know instantly that it would leave a mark in the morning. he lifted her shirt off of her, began to leave kisses down her chest, down to her stomach.

"i need to taste you." he said, as he started to take her skirt off. she bit her lip, as she watched him pull her panties off. "you better let go for me, i want to hear you." dom said, as he attached his mouth to her pussy. she let out a moan, as she felt him begin to suck on her clit, entering two of his fingers inside of her. "you're so fucking wet, baby. i knew you wanted this." he said, smirking, as he attached his mouth back to her clit. "fuck, dom. please, don't stop!" she said softly, as she watched him. he smirked, as he started to move his fingers quicker, and looked up at her noticing the way she was tightening around his fingers. "aw, are you gonna cum for me already?" he said, "you better hold it, you don't cum until i'm inside of you." he said, sternly.

dom felt himself growing harder in his jeans, and he knew he needed her, right at that point. y/n gasped, as she felt him remove his fingers out of her. she watched as he started to take his jeans and boxers off, biting her lip. she felt herself start to slip into a different mode, before saying, "please fuck me, daddy. i need you now." she admitted, causing dom to smirk. "i knew it." he whispered, as he inserted himself inside of her. "you're so fucking tight. are these guys not fucking you good enough?" he smiled, as he started to move inside of her. y/n moaned loudly, and dom moved faster, "tell me, do they fuck you like this?" he questioned, as he moved his fingers down to rub circles around her clit.

"no, daddy! fuck, they don't make me feel like you." y/n said, in between moans. dom grunted at the sight of her, moving his free hand down to her throat. "you are so fucking sexy like this. this is exactly how i pictured you to be. a fucking slut behind the mask you put on." he said, as she tightened around him.

y/n knew she was close, as she felt her stomach tightening up. "please, daddy. please, let me cum." she moaned out, as she held onto his arms. "i wanna cum for you so bad." she whispered, as she closed her eyes. dom smirked at the sight, as he watched her. "cum for me, baby. let it out." he said, finally allowing her to finish around him.

y/n let out a loud moan, yelling out his name as she felt herself release against his cock, shutting her eyes, as he slowed down to allow her to finish. he bit his lip, and looked at her. "i wanna watch you swallow my cum." he said, and she nodded, biting her lip. "get on your knees right now." she obeyed quickly, getting on her knees looking up at him with sweet eyes, as he started to jerk off into her mouth. "cum for me daddy, i want all of your cum." she whispered to him, causing him to moan as he started to release into her mouth, she made sure to swallow every drop, licking him clean.

dom let out a sigh, as he looked up at him, getting up. he looked down, pulling her into another kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist. "you are so fucking sexy, i hope you know that." he said, as he pulled her hair behind her ear for her. "mm, you were to good at what you did." she admitted, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "well, i mean. we can always do it again." he said, "round two?" she asked, chuckling.

the end.

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hi luvs! i hope you liked this one, i had a field day writing this one! please feel free to continue to leave any requests you have. <3

#dominik mysterio #wwesmut #wwe fanfiction #dominik mysterio x reader #dominik mysterio x you #wrestling #wrestling imagine #wrestling fanfiction #wwe x reader

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siredtosturniolos · 2 months

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nick sturniolo best friend head cannons!

authors note: just some things i think nick would do and or say having him as a best friend.

you and nick didn’t meet until he moved to la, but y’all were thick as thieves from the get go

he’d always ask what photos to post on insta (you said all of them so he was really on his own with picking them)

he would be your BIGGEST hype man. in your instagram comments, or on facetime while getting ready for a date.

“when did your ass get THAT fat???”

“slaying so hard rn”

your go to person when you’re sad, cuz we ALL know he’s gonna make you laugh when you’re crying.

“you’re crying over a man that looks like that?? girl calm down.”

often talking about skincare and going shopping together when the other finds a good product.

binging rupaul’s drag race and fangirling out about your favorite people

mocking each other when one of you misspeaks or stutters

forcing him to watch shows he otherwise wouldn’t watch, and vice versa

being best friends with nick means you’re pretty much best friends with matt and chris too (since they’re always together)

“what do you mean you’re hanging out with matt?? you’re MY best friend.”

chris constantly fights with nick to have you in his bed when you sleep over, but nick never looses an argument!

he always rants to you about guys, the one thing his brothers will never be able to understand

driving him around and screaming along to doja, sza, and melanie martinez was a weekly activity atp

chris would join you guys if you threw in olivia rodrigo or tate mcrae

3 am mcdonald’s trips and ranting about the ice cream machine always being broken happened more than either of you would want to admit

pulling all nighters often together cuz you both hated wasting time because of sleep

you, nick, and madi were an unstoppable trio for sure

random facetime calls during the day if nick was out with his brothers and found something he thinks you’d want

“i got you, i know you’ve been looking for this for like weeks don’t worry ‘bout it.”

notices what brand of perfume/deodorant/shampoo/conditioner you like and has spares in his bathroom for when you stay the night

tysm for reading!

#sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo x you #sturniolos #headcanon #best friend head cannon

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mimimunson · 3 months

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Drunken fingertips<3

CW- tickling, mention of the police, mention of marijuana, mention of homophobia and bullying but is quite brief, intoxication.

Note- this is my first fic that I have ever written and the first fic I’ve felt semi-confident to post. Please be kind. This is first and foremost a tickle fic so if that isn’t your thing please scroll!! Minors DNI! This is not a tickle kink fic, but kinksters can interact!

Eddie Munson was by no means shy. As long as he could remember he’d always had a theatrical personality, he’d always felt like if he didn’t make someone laugh during the day, the day was wasted. He’d always found beauty in smiles and laughter, he found it endearing that no two laughs were the same. In fact, it’s kinda how he found out he liked boys. Coming out was a difficult experience, but Wayne told him what or who he did in his own bed was his own business. Eddie didn’t need aggressive acceptance, but the casual reminder that he was allowed to be queer. I mean he’d never admit that he flunked most of his classes because he was staring at admiring the guy across from him, he had a metal head persona to attend to but silliness was definitely his strong point.

With the up-bringing he had, it’s no shock that he was touch starved. That all changed when he met his new group of friends, they were all social rejects the same as him. All except Steve Harrington. He was the jock, the king of Hawkins-High. He wasn’t quite like the rest of the popular kids though. While they were calling kids slurs and laughing through the bullying they permitted, he’d stand there with a flushed face, stone cold silent. Steve wasn’t a stranger to Eddie before that, he was the guy he sat next to in his third period biology class on a Tuesday, the one he’d casually admire whilst pretending to take notes.

Steve was a different person then, now he would never stand by and let his so called friends verbally abuse others. Maybe it was his friendship with Robin that had opened his eyes to his own by-standing homophobia. But it was probably because he sat next to Eddie on the couch every Friday movie night in Wheeler’s basement. Steve wholeheartedly believed that sitting next to Eddie weekly was enough to make any man question their sexuality.

Eddie didn’t know how he got here, his knees grazing against Steve’s with his arm resting on the arm of the couch behind him. Both lightly buzzed on beer, whispering away to each other while the rest of the party were fixated on the next movie in their Star-Wars binge. He’d noticed more about Steve in the last 20 minutes than he did that whole year of biology class, his hair had a few strands of blonde mixed in with the brunette locks and when he smiled he had a dimple on the right side of his mouth.

“You have a dimple”

Eddie half-whispered and smirked, attempting to point at Steve’s cheek but narrowly missing from his intoxication. He playfully shrugged it off as if he meant to do that of course he did.

“Okay? So lots of people have dimples Munson.”

Steve shrugged and half smiled in Eddie’s direction.

“No no, you, King Steve have one singular dimple, not plural dimples. One. Only on this side”

Eddie spoke holding up his index finger, pointing as Steve’s face. Steve rolled his eyes and chuckled, nobody, not even he had noticed his singular dimple before.

“I get it now, shh I’m trying to watch the movie.”

He lied through his teeth, mocking Eddie’s performative hand gestures. He could tell Eddie was a little more tipsy than he was, the main clue being the 4 extra empty beer bottles beside him. Eddie giggled, brushing his curls out of his face.

“One Steve. One. Where’s your other dimple? Someone steal it?”

Steve rolled his eyes once more at his drunken friend. “Maybe” he shrugged, “have you got it Eds?”

He smiled, leaning his body weight a little closer towards him.

Eddie’s flushed a little at his words, “Eds”. Steve was the only person who called him that, he was like that scene in the grinch where his heart grows 4 sizes bigger whenever Steve called him that. It felt intimate, a moment that only they could share.

“Listen man, I am not a thief” he held his hands up at the accusation, his smile beaming over at him.

“I’m afraid I’m gonna have to search you, it’s official police business.”

He joked, patting down Eddie’s denim jacket. Giggling when he felt the outline of his grinder and lighter from inside his pockets.

“Drug paraphernalia.. I’m pretty sure that’s a crime. I’ve not been on the job long but I don’t know Munson, it’s not looking good for you.”

He laughed, pretending to check an imaginary watch on his wrist as if a watch could tell him how long he’d been working a profession for.

“Cuff me officer Harrington, for the crime of being a stoner.” Eddie barely spluttered that sentence out before erupting into laughter.

“Oh you think breaking the law is funny Munson?”

He said shifting himself closer to the drunken boy. Grabbing both wrists in one hand, pinning him to the couch, lightly running his fingers across his arms.

“This is funny?!”

Steve continued his ‘pat down’ if you can call it that, he was poking Eddie’s stomach with emphasis to his words.

“I did not know you were such a criminal. You’re on the wrong tracks man, it’s not too late to change your ways”

Eddie could feel his face burning. Steve was not only touching him, man he’d have to remember that for a later daydream, but he was tickling him.

“Fuck Steve come on don’t do that”

Half trying to slap at his hands but missing them in his inebriated state and half trying to hide the ever growing blush on his face. Drowning in a sea of laughter.

“What’s the matter Eds? This is formal policy, I have to do this.”

Steve caught on pretty quickly that he wasn’t laughing at his pretty wooden acting and more so that his pat was something of a ticklish situation for his friend.

“I- shut up.”

Eddie could hardly contain himself, apparently trying to juggle the need to grab Steve’s face and pull him in for a passionate make out session, hiding his blushing face and trying to pretend like he isn’t being tickled shitless was hard for him.

“Munson, you’re really fucking ticklish you know? If you ever actually get caught for possession you are so screwed.”

Harrington proclaimed laughing alongside his friend, holding him down with one hand so he doesn’t squirm his way off the couch.

“I am so gonna kill you.”

He spluttered out in between gasping for breath. Steve’s hands slowed until they halted, towering over Eddie admiring how his curls were like little spirals framing his face, he even found himself doting on the way he looked up at him. His iris’s were camouflaged into his pupils, his eyes were such a deep shade of brown, but when the light hit them just right they looked almost amber. They always complimented his smile, he definitely smiled through his eyes.

“You’ve still got the same smile, it hasn’t changed since we were assigned seats together.”

Steve whispered, his bisexuality was still hush-hush. He’d only confided in Robin before this moment, he found it difficult sure, but hiding anything from Robin was more of a challenge. She’d sussed out his crush on Eddie from the first moment Dustin introduced them. The way he couldn’t help but look at the floor because holding eye contact was painful, the way he’d look like a sick puppy every time Eddie wasn’t able to join in a trip with the party. But mostly the way that Steve had drunkenly confessed that his bi-awakening was Eddie Munson between spitting vomit into the toilet and sharing confessions with each other.

“You remember me?”

Eddie had his hand over his eyes, slightly peaking between the gap through his middle and ring finger. As if missing this moment was not an option, even if the crimson blush burning into his cheeks wasn’t fighting its corner.

“How could I forget the guy who would stroll into class 45 minutes late, smelling of weed, tripping over thin air and flopping himself down beside me not saying a single word but doodling for the remainder of the lesson? I remember most of it, including the times I could feel your eyes burning into the side of my face like a laser.”

Eddie was mortified at this point. He truly thought he had stealth like skills for daydreaming next to pretty boys but regardless, he wasn’t ashamed. He’d do it all again.

“Oh. You saw that huh? I- I just. I just-“

Before the metal head could even finish his sentence, Steve put his finger up to his own lips.

“No need to explain, I get it.”

He nodded, he never wanted to make him feel embarrassed about who he was.

“It’s rough, teen years I mean. For guys like us especially.”

“Guys like us?” Eddie shot him a bewildered look. He couldn’t possibly mean he was- did he?

“You know. Guys like us. Guys who like guys. I mean I’m a guy who likes guys and girls”

Steve is fumbling all his words right now, nervously trying to explain himself was harder than he imagined.

“Listen don’t tell anyone I told you that though man, only Rob knows. Maybe I’m just a bit drunk but, you look so pretty like this. Peach coloured cheeks and that smile. Damn. See this is what I said to Robin, Eddie Munson just- well just looking at him opened my eyes to who I am.”

Steve interrupted himself, realising he’d said that all out loud. After a few seconds of consideration in his head, he was too drunk to care.

“You looking at me with those doe eyes in biology, it made me realise yeah so I’m like definitely bisexual.”

He felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders, looking down at Eddie who had practically shrunk so far down into the couch that he looked like a part of it. But he was still smiling, still looking at him in the same way.

He lifted himself, sitting upright with his back against the cushions. Grabbing two bottles, ripping the caps off with his teeth.

“Interesting.” Munson divulged, not even noticing that the entire party was staring at them both with their jaws to the floor.

“You owe me 20 dollars!! I told you!!”

Henderson rose up, laughing and pointing at Mike. He always did like to be proved right. The party later found out that Dustin was certain his ‘gay-dar’ was spot on but Wheeler told him it was just broken, it was smashed right into the ground.

“I TOLD you guys, but hey, what do I know?”

Cherry-faced, Steve and Eddie looked at each other, and back at the party, and in perfect unison took several big swigs of their beers.

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strangers - stiles stilinski

summary: you decided that he’s a stranger to you a long time ago, but what if tragedy strikes and the only person that could help you is him?

word count: 4.8k

warnings: cursing, fights, angst, slight fluff, vomit?, a little violence

a/n: so sorry i have been mia for months, i moved out and am finally living (as in not being stuck in my room all the time) i have this enemies-to-lovers fic siting for the longest time in my draft so hope yall like it! the italic bolded ones are flashbacks in case it gets pretty confusing. and i would like to apologize beforehand 🤠

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Strangers—they’re not always the people we don’t know. Some of them can be by choice, someone we chose to forget.

Sighing at the thought of another dreadful day at school, you drag your feet towards your first class. Your muscle memory kicking in, you pick the seat at the back corner, trying to be as unnoticeable as possible as you wish you can hide under a huge invisible cloak. After dumping your bag onto the floor next to the table, your body lazily sinks into the chair. Shuffling inside the pocket of your hoodie, you take out your phone and click it on, looking at the time.

7.50 A.M.

For once, you are early. Class starts at 8, so you have an extra 10 minutes to waste. As you begin to think about ways to kill the time, you hear two familiar voices growing louder as they enter the class.

You know those voices by heart. The voices that would always cheer you up when you were sad, the voices that continuously came up with jokes every day, but also the same voices that have shattered the only living soul you have left. How could one bring so much joy but also pain?

“Come on, Stiles. Star Wars? Again? Don’t you have any other movies to watch for our weekly movie nights?” you grumbled irritatedly.

“Last week, Scott picked some lame-ass rom-com and forced us to sit through it so this week it’s MY turn for revenge.” He emphasized the ‘my’ and crossed his arms across his chest, smirking at the thought of his genius evil plan.

“Fine, but next week I’m making you watch Spiderman.”

His curled lips dropped flat instantly. “Spiderman? Y/N, you know I am a DC man. Why would you do this to me?” he whined in disbelief which earned a maniacal laugh from you.

“Well, as you said before Stilinski, that is MY turn for revenge.”

Losing yourself in your thoughts, 10 minutes have long passed as the coach abruptly enters the classroom.

“This is the right class, right? Yeah, I think so.” He mumbles to himself as he places his stuff onto the teacher’s desk and clears his throat.

“Since I’m busy today, you will be doing a pair project.”

And the class goes wild.

“Hey, shut up. I’m not done yet.” Coach yells which gradually silences the class.

“Before all of you got too happy, I will be picking the pairs. Some of you depended on other students too much and that is not good.” He shakes his head, trailing off the subject.

“So, uhm, I’m just going to write the pairs on the board and the instructions. While I’m at it, please for the love of God shut your mouth.”

You are surprised. As a generally unlucky person, today doesn’t seem so bad. You won’t have to sit through coach’s lectures for 2 periods, which you consider as a total win.

However, your triumph does not last long as the words written messily on the board haunt you.

Pair 3: Y/F/N Y/L/N, Stiles Stilinski

Fuck-

“Okay, so all you have to do is collect some general information regarding the market structures and make a mind map. Simple. Now, huddle up with your buddies and get to work.”

Even after everyone starts grouping up with their partners, you are still slumped in the corner, not having any sort of will or energy left to interact with Stiles Stilinski.

Thankfully (or not), Stiles decides to make the first move, his silhouette towering your sitting figure. As you strictly look at your phone, a loud screech filled your ears, Stiles noisily dragging a vacant chair next to your table.

“Y/N,” he called in a tone you can’t quite comprehend.

God.

“Yeah,” you replied bluntly, glancing up.

“I- um, I wanted to say-“

“Sorry, what? I can’t hear you.”

In fact, you actually can. Hell, you even know what he’s about to say. But you do not brace yourself for this. You can barely look at him, let alone talk to him.

“Hey, movie night at 7?” You nudged on Stiles' arms, startling him, busy going through a bunch of papers on his desk.

“Uhh, no. I’m busy tonight.” He glanced to you for a second then proceeds to occupy himself.

“Okay, how about tomorrow?”

Missing your best friends, you were determined to get the band back together. Stiles and Scott had been exceptionally busy for the past few days and you were not quite sure why.

At first, you thought maybe it had something to do with the new girl, Allison. Scott seemed to be all over her. But then there was that creepy peculiar guy, Derek, who was borderline stalking them. They started to ditch you alone, running off to some secret mission, and you were tired of it. Why were they keeping it from you? Did they not trust you enough?

“Also busy,” he muttered, his focus still fully on the pile of paper. Your mouth gaped to come up with something that would get them to spend time with you but was interrupted by the ringing of the bell. In a flash, Stiles stood up, aimlessly gathering his papers, and zoomed out of the class, leaving your deadpanned state unattended.

From the widely-opened door, you could see Stiles rushing over to Scott. He told Scott something inaudible unless you got some sort of super-hearing, but from the look on Scott’s face, it must’ve been urgently distressing. Both of them bolted out of the school together without you, once again.

“I’ll do the monopoly and monopolistic competition and you do perfect competition and oligopoly. I’ll draw the mind map after school,” you state clearly and monotonously, wanting to quickly get this over with.

“Y/N, I-“

“Is it unclear?” you snap, rather cold.

“No, but-“

“Okay, then. You better start reading.” You heavily lift your book out of the bag and drop it on top of your table.

“What the hell just happened? Scott? Stiles?”

Your quizzical eyes darted waveringly between the two jittery boys, confused and infuriated.

Earlier, the boys had invited you, Allison, Lydia, and Jackson to come over and study. For a while there, you were hopeful. You thought that this small gathering could be a step closer to things going back to how it was, but displeasingly, you were absolutely mistaken.

“I don’t know, it’s-“

“What kind of lie are you coming up with now huh, Stiles? I know you know something!” you confronted.

“Y/N, we didn’t-“

“Oh, you think I didn’t notice? That guy Derek? Then both of you suddenly went M.I.A for days? And don’t get me started with the ‘Sorry, Deaton needs me at the clinic’ or ‘Sorry, my dad called me, gotta go’. We’ve been friends since we were 10 for fucks sake!”

Gladly the three of you were left alone because you were furiously shouting at this point. Allison offered to drive Lydia home the moment she sensed the unnerving tension between the three of you.

“And now, even after whatever that thing is just almost killed us, you still think I don’t deserve to know the truth?”

You shot the two boys death glares through your teary eyes which they actively try to avoid. They looked miserably guilty, something you currently want them to feel.

“You know what, I’m done. Don’t bother chasing after me to explain. I can just ask Allison.” And with that bitter statement, you left the two stunned boys standing frozen on the front porch.

Both of you are quietly reading through the materials and highlighting the key points. You silently thank Stiles for not trying to initiate another awkward conversation, which probably is caused by your previous intimidation.

Luckily, time seems to fly as the bell rings, indicating the end of the class. Not wanting to spend another second in this hellhole, you immediately left the class.

Following that incident, Stiles and Scott tried to reach you for days. Your phone would constantly light up once every few hours with either Scott’s or Stiles’ name lighting up the lockscreen.

After a week or so, the calls eventually came to a halt. You were relieved the ongoing calls that you have convinced yourself were bothering you stopped. But deep down all those denials, you couldn’t help but feel disappointed that they gave up on you so effortlessly.

At the same time, you couldn’t blame them either. You were pretty ruthless.

Things never went back to normal. You avoided them at all cost, stop sitting at their table, vowing to never speak to them ever again.

You knew that keeping grudges would eventually hurt you more than it should but you were headstrong.

They did not trust you. They lied to you. They have made their bed and now you’re just simply letting them sleep on it.

However, this didn’t stop you from being attentive towards them. From time to time, you tried to keep tabs on them by checking in with Allison. But that was until she passed away.

The news left you completely devastated and heartbroken. Even though you were not on good terms with Scott and Stiles, you were still close with Allison.

She was your best friend. She patiently supported you through the heartache of losing your two best friends, she taught you how to stand strong independently, she gave you hope on the brighter days that had yet to come, but most importantly, she trusted you when Scott and Stiles didn’t.

You were also aware of the whole void situation, which pained you more than you thought it would. The thought of the vibrant, eccentric Stiles going through unspeakable agony and remorse wrecked you.

During Allison’s funeral, you decided that letting your distant facade down just for a day to console the pack won’t kill you.

Approaching them after the reception, a surprised look was painted on each of their faces, especially Scott and Stiles. You gave your condolences to everyone and hugged Stiles and Scott, something you haven’t done in ages. Their bodies stiffen from your unexpected action, but soon they melt into the hug and cling onto you tightly, finally accepting that you were really embracing them.

After pulling apart, you excused Scott to give you and Stiles a moment alone.

“Stiles, I know you’re thinking that this is your fault but listen to me, it is not. You were not in control. You were not you. You did not do this.”

Upon hearing comforting words from his long-lost friend, he let out an excruciating sob. Instinctively, you pulled him into your embrace once again as he squeezed you tighter.

You might not be able to forgive him yet but at least you could be there with him through this disastrous nightmare.

The whole day, you try to steer clear of Stiles or the pack. You know he’s trying to get a hold of you, probably wanting to discuss the unfinished project; but we don’t need to add more to the plate, don’t we?

Once school ended, you quickly rush home. From a distance, you can hear Stiles call out your name. But being the excellent evader you claim to be, you ignore them.

Just as you think the day can’t get any worse, the doorbell in your house chimes, indicating a guest present on your doorsteps. You sigh, knowing who is standing behind that door and this time you can’t dodge it.

So much for being an excellent evader.

“What?” you ask, getting straight to the point.

“We haven’t finished our project. I want to help you do the mind map.” He stares at you innocently, fumbling with his hands.

After all these years and he still got those puppy eyes.

“It’s fine, I can do it myself.” You try closing the door but he beats you to it.

“Come on, Y/N. I don’t want you ratting me out to Coach for forced labor, so please just let me in and we’ll work on it together,” he whines, hand still holding the door open.

Even after everything, you still can’t bring yourself to decline him. You have always had a soft spot for Stiles, which you are planning to terminate because it is starting to be troublesome.

“Fine,” you grunt in defeat.

A favorable grin is plastered on his face as he steps into your house.

Things seemed to change after Allison’s death. You noticed fresh faces joining the pack while familiar ones went away.

But out of the several new members, one had caught your eye the most. Her name’s Malia if you’re not mistaken; a snarky brunette, who’s built like a model too by the way.

From what you could tell from the persistent PDA, she was dating Stiles. Yeah, you weren’t exactly in a position to have a say on it, but you were getting real sketchy vibes from her, or so you thought.

“Stiles, you’re still coming over right?” you heard Malia speak to your ex-best friend as you opened your locker across from them.

“Yeah, definitely. I’ll teach you maths too since you’re so bad at it.” You tried not to overhear their conversation but you just couldn’t help it.

“Thanks. You’re the best!” she cried out as she treaded away from Stiles, a pang striking your chest.

Maybe, you’re just slightly jealous.

Okay, slightly was an understatement.

It seemed like you’re still unable to completely erase your suppressed attraction towards him, even when clearly he had.

To minimize any sort of unnecessary interaction, you try to fully put your focus on the project—which works. For the past 15 minutes, the two of you are settled in your living room in silence, minding your own business.

At least until Stiles decides to be clumsy and drop his plastic cup, water spilling all over the floor. You roll your eyes and grab a cloth from the kitchen to clean up the mess.

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” he curses under his breath as you are drying up the floor.

“It’s fine.”

No actually, it’s not. This situation right here is not fine. You’ve had the shittiest day at school and to make it even worse, Stiles decides to show up uninvitedly at your house which is supposedly your only stress-free zone.

“I’ll help you clean it up.” He squats down, trying to get the cloth from your grip.

“No, you don’t have to.” You don’t want him to cause any more inconvenience, even though you know very well he doesn’t mean it.

“I want to help Y/N, I-“

“What, Stiles? You want to help? Then please for the love of God, leave me alone!” You stand up and snap at him, a bit too loudly. You feel bad for being too hard on him when he’s only trying to help, but you’re unable to extinguish your growing anger.

He straightens up, his once warm face turn into an enraged frown.

“Is this still about what happened back then? Fuck, Y/N. I’ve said sorry, Scott has, thousands of times. But you still don’t want to forgive us. So tell me now Y/N, what should I do, huh?”

The sudden increase in his volume catch you by surprise. He has always been so radiant and carefree, you have never seen him this mad. But despite that, the rage inside of you still does not subdue.

You let out a humorless chuckle.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Stiles. You think that I get to choose not to forgive you, that I’m the evil one and maybe I am at some point. But don’t you dare pull the victim card here.”

Your sight becomes blurry as your eyes start to sting from all the overwhelming emotions but you can care less.

“You lied to me. You left me alone, confused, scared, even after knowing very well how my mom lied to me about my father abandoning me. You know how much I relied on you and Scott, but you still broke my trust. You hurt me. And you think a bunch of “sorry”s will immediately fix that? It’s not that simple, Stiles.”

You’re not screaming as loud as you did before. The tone of your voice softens as a new emotion takes control over your body—pain.

Frustrated, Stiles rummages through his hair while letting out a scoff.

“But it’s not just a bunch of “sorry”s isn’t it? We kept on calling you after that day. We tried approaching you at school. Fuck, I even tried to be nice to you earlier today. But guess what I got in return? Another silent treatment. Why can’t you just fucking move on already? You’re being too overdramatic. No wonder your mom lied to you.”

Bang. His words hit you like a bullet, piercing right through your heart.

Your once agape mouth closes shut, your furrowed eyebrows straighten. Stiles has crossed the line this time.

“Get out,” you spat, emotionless.

“Y/N, I didn’t mean to-“

“I SAID GET OUT, STILES,” you yell at the top of your lungs, frightening him. With horror painted all over his face, he immediately picks up his bag and exits your house, too frightened to say anything else.

As the door shuts, more tears start to flow down your cheeks. You are exhausted. Today’s fiascos have drained every ounce of energy you have left, leaving you like a corpse.

After getting your lifeless, sickly self to shower, you directly plop into your bed, curling yourself in the soft quilt of your blanket. Needing an escape from this dreadful reality, you flutter your eyes shut, instantaneously falling asleep.

You wake up to your accustomed alarm, growling at the blaring sound you set. Finally having enough will to get out of bed, you head to your bathroom.

Turning on the lights, your reflection in the mirror stares back at you.

Gosh, you look dead.

Your skin is as pale as a sheet, your eyes are puffy with prominent dark circles forming under them, your hair is messy and icky. You feel disgustingly terrible.

Dabbing a whole lot of concealer on your skin, you get ready for school; deciding to put whatever catastrophe that had happened yesterday behind you.

Fortunately, you only have one class with Stiles for the day. The day goes by pretty fast and to your delight, pretty decent too, probably because you spend a few periods in the infirmary.

But again, the universe seems to find so much pleasure in inflicting pain on you.

Midway through the class, a sharp sting strikes your head. Interrupting Mr. Yukimura, you excuse yourself to leave the class.

As you reach the empty halls, you feel an eerie sensation creeping all over your body. Alarmed for some reason you don’t know, you scan the halls hastily. You can see nothing, but you do hear something. A bug-like, rattling noise gradually fills your ears, followed by a raspy, unearthly wheeze.

What the fuck is happening?

You’re shivering, cold sweats covering your body. Not being able to stand the unknown terrors, you abruptly sprint to the vacant locker room.

Bad idea. Should’ve picked a more crowded room.

Securing yourself in a room alone definitely does not make you feel any safer. The rattling has stopped but the ominous feeling only grew more prominent.

You are about to escape before sudden nausea hits you. Before you knew it, your knees drop to the floor, your throat retching, vomiting a slimy, ink-like substance.

Now you are horrified.

The door to the locker room flies open, showing two familiar figures. Their eyes find your unusually glowing whiskey-colored ones.

“Fuck, she’s one of them,” Stiles spoke, eyes fixated only on you.

Scott rushes over to you as Stiles stands still, trying to let the sight in front of him sink in. While bracing your fragile body to a steady sitting position, Scott checks in on you with a few “are you okay?”s to which you shake your head.

“What is happening to me, Scott?” you question, panic in your eyes.

After hearing a very complicated and detailed explanation about chimeras and the dread doctors, you are left speechless in front of all the members of the pack who came running right away at the bad news a while ago when you were still seated frozen in a shocked haze.

“Okay so, let me summarize everything,” you mutter so softly to the point it sounds like a whisper while standing up, Stiles hands instinctively finding your body to support you.

“I am a chimera, which is a scientifically-made supernatural creature. The dread doctors, the psychos who are behind this, are going to take me away,” you enunciate to the pack—more like to yourself—to prove your understanding of the matter in which Scott nods in return.

He then tries to come up with a plan to save you from being taken, but you’re not really listening.

Even though you look composed, you are actually on edge, occasionally convincing yourself that everything is under control.

From the very little you heard, basically, they plan on keeping you here in the locker room for the rest of the day—something to do with the telluric currents.

After the plan is finalized, everyone departs for their appointed roles, leaving only one person behind to watch over you.

Out of everyone in the pack, why him?

“I have a spare shirt in my locker, do you maybe want to change into them?” Stiles pointed to your now stained white T-shirt.

You are about to refuse the boy’s offer but looking at the matching black splatter on your shirt and the floor makes you feel queasy, so you comply.

“Okay, we’ll go to the boy’s locker room and leave this mess here.”

“We should clean it-“

“No, you’re not in the state to do any work. I’ll ask someone to clean it up later.” He grabs your arm and leads you out the door to the boy’s locker room, which is no different than the girl’s, pretty disappointing.

Stiles rummages his locker for a second before handing his grey shirt to you.

You stare at him, waiting for him to give you some privacy to change your clothes. But it seems like he isn’t getting the memo.

“What?” he blurts so blatantly as you sigh in return.

Oh God has he always been this slow?

“Are you planning on cheating on Malia? Because I’m about to change here and unless you’re blind, you’re going to have to see me pretty much naked.” His jaw drops at your snarky remark. His face growing warmer as it’s tinted with a crimson color.

“O-Oh yeah, of course. I’m no longer dating Malia though but uhh that’s not important. I’ll turn around- Or do you want me to leave the room? I can do that.” He fidgeted, totally taken aback and flustered.

“Don’t leave me alone, please. Just turn around.”

Both of you are astonished by your statement. But it’s the truth. Alone, you were petrified. At least being with Stiles makes you feel a little more secure.

Just a day ago you were shouting for him to leave, but now you practically begged him to stay. How ironic.

After you have changed into his cozy oversized shirt which for the record smells like his aftershave that you liked, you keep away your dirty shirt, sit on the bench beside him, and thank him.

Once again, silence befalls the both of you. The air between you two today has somehow shifted from yesterday. It’s still thick and tensed, but not full of rage and resentment.

“I’m sorry about yesterday,” he mutters after a while with his head low.

“Stiles-“

“No, I have to say it. You were right. I was so stupid. I should have never blamed you for not being able to trust me. I’ve hurt you, Y/N, and I deserve this.” His regretful honey eyes are fixed deeply into yours.

Despite the guilt building up inside your body, you do not reply to him straight away. You need time to process this.

Are you still mad at him? Yes. But do you feel bad for being mean towards him? Also yes.

As you are contemplating, the door to the locker room swings open, revealing Scott and the others.

Liam is clutching a large navy duffel bag in his hand, its contents still a mystery to you. Lydia and a man who you aren’t familiar with are carrying a bunch of radio transmitters. Malia is holding a steel bat, which later on is passed over to Stiles.

Once they are all inside, they start to get busy. Lydia, Stiles, and the guy—Parrish, according to what you heard the pack calls him—go around the room, placing the equipment all over it. Malia and Liam are near the door, pushing the shelves to cover all the exits except the main one. And Scott is hovering over the duffel bag which was placed earlier on the bench across you.

He slowly zips the bag open, inspecting it. Being your inquisitive self, you lift your head up to get a better view. But before you get a sight of anything, Scott zips it back close and takes it with him.

After everyone’s done with their designated tasks, they all gather to form a small circle, yourself included.

“Okay, Lydia and Parrish, you two stay in the car outside. Malia and Liam, stand by in the halls. Me, Stiles, and Y/N will stay here. Got it?” Scott instructs clearly to which everybody nods and proceed to their assigned areas.

All of them seem so prepared as if they are properly equipped for battle, except you.

Minutes have passed as there is no sign of the dread doctors. You are sitting quietly on the bench, fumbling with your fingers as Stiles and Scott pace around the room.

Your eyes darted from the two mobile boys to the duffel bag resting on the bench in front of you. Now, you’re curious.

When Scott isn’t looking, you swiftly slide to the opposite bench and zip the bag open, uncovering a bunch of weighty chains.

“What are these for?” Your voice echoes through the noiseless room, earning glances from them both.

“I brought them, just in case.” Scott moves closer to where you are.

“In case of what?” You don’t quite understand what he is implying.

“In case we have a chance to catch one of them,” Scott answered composedly.

“What?” Stiles snaps from behind Scott.

“If we can’t make the school a fortress, maybe we can make it a trap.” Scott’s attempt to explain to the two of you only receives a scoff of disbelief from Stiles.

“And you’re making her the bait?” he questions sharply.

“That’s not what I said-“

“Yeah, right.” Stiles rolls his eyes as Scott glances over to you, an apologetic look plastered on his face.

You don’t know what to feel about this situation. Yes, you are hurt that Scott possibly considered you as bait. But rationally, he does have a point. At the same time, you are also impressed at Stiles' initiative to immediately defend you.

“Wait a minute, I hear something. I’ll go out and check it. You two stay here.” Before any of you can protest, Scott fleets out of the room.

And then there’s two. Awkward silence once again engulfs the two of you. But this time, you’re the one who breaks it.

“Thank you, for defending me,” you utter gently as he sat beside you.

“Of course, Y/N. Always. I will always protect you.” He grasps your hands into his, giving you a reassuring smile, relieved that you finally drop your cold exterior.

The long-awaited moment of truce you two are sharing is sadly interrupted by the familiar rattling noise that unexpectedly appeared, causing you to stand up, followed by Stiles.

“Stiles, I hear them,” you quiver, fear rushing through your body.

“Me too. Hey, Scott?” He forms a half-circle using his palms, cupping them around this mouth. He continues to call out his best friend’s name a few more times before he retreats.

“Where the fuck is he?” Exasperated and worried, he restlessly gazes around the room.

“They’re coming, Stiles.” Feeling hopeless and discouraged, you put your hand on his shoulder, trying to calm his agitated body. You have accepted your fate. They’re taking you away.

“No, I’m not letting them take you.” His hands caress the sides of your arms, tears forming in his eyes.

“They will.” Your palms cup his face, thumb wiping away the warm teardrops streaming down his cheeks.

Mirroring your actions, he also cups your cheeks, staring at the little details of your face, memorizing them like it’s the last time he’ll get to be close to you.

Then he tilts his head and leans closer, shutting the distance between your lips. Fluttering your previously widened eyes shut, your lips passionately brushed along his plump ones as your hands fall from his cheeks to his chest, heart pounding loudly, warmth radiating throughout your body.

Just as he initiated it, he pulls away, honey eyes never leaving yours.

“I will find you, okay?” You nod as shadows appear behind Stiles’ figure.

The dread doctors.

He also sensed their presence as he immediately snatches his bat from the bench. He commands you to stay behind him which you obey.

Cowering behind Stiles’ figure, they have the two of you cornered and helpless. He tightens his grip and aggressively swings his bat at one of them but to no avail. Inching closer, they shove him away, grabbing a hold of both your arms.

You’re hysterically crying out for help, vigorously attempting to break free. Forcefully holding you still, they jab a sharp needle to the side of your neck as your limp body dropped to the ground. Your vision turns dark, the last thing you see is Stiles’ unconscious body lying in front of you.

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cherryflavouredhs · 5 months

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Ice Cream Man - HS ONE SHOT

Summary: When the readers daughter is excited to hear the music from the local ice cream van the reader has no choice but to pay the ice cream man a visit but its not her usual local ice cream man.

Pairing: Ice cream man Harry x Reader

Warnings: None. Just fluff.

A/N: This is a little short and sweet instalment that I started agesss ago that I might make into a mini series. Its set in the 1960's London so please let your mind go wild for 1960's Harry.

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“Mummy the ice cream van is here!” My 5 year old daughter Charlotte squeals in excitement as she runs down the hallway and into the living room where I’m currently sat sewing up the hole in her school skirt. Charlotte leaps onto the arm of my chair and starts tugging at my arm, making me pause what I’m doing and put down the needle and thread.

“Darling I’m sorry, mummy can’t get you ice cream today.” My fingers run through her dark hair, softly tucking the loose strands behind her ear. Her head drops in disappointment and it makes my heart break for her. “Mummy doesn’t have enough coins in her purse this week but next week you will get your ice cream, okay?” I reason.

Charlottes face suddenly lights up as she quickly jumps off me and runs off in a hurry. I hear the soft thumps of her footsteps upstairs as she rushes around obviously on a mission. In no time at all I hear her racing down the stairs and back into the living room holding her pink mini purse that she uses when she’s playing her game of ‘grown ups’.

“Mummy come on I have my purse!” Her little hands reach for mine and tugs me to stand up. She might be small but she does have a good grip on her. I let out a chuckle as I let her lead me out the house, her excited laughs fill my ears and I can’t help but go along with her. She continues to drag me towards the ice cream van that’s still playing the playful music with a line of children patiently waiting. It’s the same van that comes weekly, every Friday at 4 but I can’t help but notice that the man serving the ice cream is different which is peculiar as for years it’s been the same man.

“Mummy we’re next!” Charlotte exclaims, jumping up and down.

“Hello what can I get for you today?” The man asks, smiling towards my daughter as she puts her hand on her chin as she scans the board that’s littered with pictures of all the treats for sale.

“That one please.” She points. The man wastes no time in nodding and going to get her the frozen treat. In the meantime Charlotte is digging her hands in her purse and before I can stop her she is opening her hand up showing 3 buttons, a hard boiled sweet and single hair clip. The man visibly freezes, his eyes going from her hand to me before smiling.

“Darling I don’t think the kind man can accept this-“ The man subtly shakes his head mouthing ‘its fine’ before softly chuckling. He turns around so his back is facing us so I take this as our cue to head back inside but I’m shocked when he turns to us again to hand me an ice cream covered in sprinkles.

“Your daughter over paid me.” He grinned cheekily. “Please take it before it melts.”

“Mummy now we have matching ice creams!” Charlotte laughs while holding up her half eaten, half melted cone. She’s making a mess of it already. I take the ice cream off of the man and I can’t help but smile at his kindness, its a big difference compared to the other man that drives this van; he’s miserable.

“What happened to Peter?” I ask. “He’s always driving this thing around even when he wasn’t selling.”

The man lightly laughs and nods his head agreeing with me.

“He broke his leg, he’ll survive but in the meantime you have me for 6 more weeks.” He grins at me and I’m automatically grinning back at him. I feel a tug on my arm, making me look down at my daughter who’s mouth is covered in ice cream.

“Mummy its melting.” My eyes are snapping down at the cone and she’s right there’s cream running down the sides and without thinking I’m poking my tongue out and licking up the mess that has dripped down. I look towards the man who is now facing away from me wiping down the table in front of him.

“Right my darling girl lets get you home so I can get you cleaned up in the bath.” Charlotte takes my hand in hers that is also covered in melted ice cream and I cringe at the sensation. “It was lovely meeting you…ah?”

“Harry.” He grins. Its only then I notice his dimples.

“Harry.” I repeat, with a smile, testing out the name on my tongue. He looked like a Harry.

I heard a huff followed by a tutting sound behind me which made the two of us look and see that there was a small queue starting to form behind me now. This was obviously our cue to start heading back home. I turned towards Harry again, giving him a playful eye roll which he laughed at.

“Come on, Lotts.” With Charlottes hand in mine I gently guided her towards the direction of our house. We had barely walked 4 steps when I heard Harry’s voice again.

“I didn’t get your name!” I turned around, my walk slowing down.

“Y/N!” I yelled back, throwing him a smile before turning back around.

"See you soon Y/N!" My face hurt from smiling so much and my stomach twisted with butterflies.

“Mummy I like that man. So much nicer than Mr Peter.” Charlotte exclaimed before taking another big lick of her ice cream.

“Yes I agree. I like him also.”

#harry styles #harry styles one shot #harry styles and y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction

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be0mcore · 2 years

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TXT being on a reality show, like Weekly Idol or Idol Room, with their idol!s/o's group. And midway though the show they notice that their s/o is showing signs of having an anxiety/panic attack and is looking for any exit or at them for comfort, as well as trying to stay composed at the same time.

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ txt comforting you through a panic attack on a variety show

notes: i'm gonna be honest i don't watch a lot of variety/reality shows so i apologise if it sounds inaccurate as i've basically pulled it all straight from my ass lmao. also!! thank you for being so patient! i promise i'm getting requests done!! ty!! <3

genre: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

tw: panic attacks, mental health.

❥˗ˏˋyeonjun ´ˎ˗

◦ he senses your panic attack happening before he even sees it. he knows you like the back of his hand, so it doesn’t take long for him to find out something’s wrong. he looks over at you and as soon as he sees your wide eyes and short breaths, his heart breaks in two. all he knows is that he needs to be with you, right this second. but it’s so hard to do so when your relationship hasn’t been exposed to the public yet.

he makes eye contact with you, and immediately mouths an “are you okay?” when the cameras aren’t on him. he does this for the remainder of the shoot. “you’re doing so well baby” “breathe, my darling” “it’ll be over soon, beautiful” “i love you” if he can’t touch you, he’ll have to comfort you in other ways. however, as soon as the filming is over, yeonjun is by your side in an instant.

he immediately strides towards you, not caring who’s looking. you look up at him with tears in your eyes from having to hold the panic in for so long, and he wastes no time in wrapping you in his arms while cursing the world for making you feel like shit. you start to softly shake and sniffle, and yeonjun holds you tighter, one hand caressing your head while the other stays firmly on your waist. he gives you small butterfly kisses while whispering words of encouragement: “you did so well” “i’m so proud of you” “it’s all over now, yeah?”. he’s absolutely shattered, and can’t wait to go home to take care of you properly <3

❥˗ˏˋsoobin ´ˎ˗

◦oh gosh baby is completely clueless for the first ten minutes. he’s so engrossed in whatever the hosts are saying, that he doesn’t notice you sitting there all tense, desperately looking for an exit. one of your group members crack a joke, so while everyone’s laughing soobin using the opportunity to take a quick glance at you, and that’s when he sees. and boy does his face immediately drop in concern.

he doesn’t know what to do, especially because your relationship is completely secret. he also has an image to uphold, especially because he’s the leader. so he continues on with the variety show, stealing glances at you every so often. when he makes eye contact with you, he can see you silently pleading to comfort him, but he knows that he can’t. he spends the rest of the shoot sitting in guilt and worry, praying to whoever’s up there to finish the shoot right that second.

as soon as the shoot is finished, you’re all escorted to your dressing rooms. soobin however has other plans, and immediately grabs you and pulls you over somewhere private. just like yeonjun, he wastes no time in getting you in his arms, wrapping them tightly around you and burying his face in your hair. he does this partly out of comfort but also partly out of guilt, since he feels extremely bad for leaving you there on your own. he feels you shake and hyperventilate, and he can’t help but tear up. he hates seeing you like this, absolutely despises it. so he vows that when you get home, he’s going to take care of you in the way he wishes he could during the filming <3

❥˗ˏˋbeomgyu ´ˎ˗

◦he may be the king of variety shows, but that doesn’t stop him from being absolutely aware of your every move. he knows that you find these things anxiety inducing, so when he found out that you were both going to be on the same show, he knew exactly what to do. every five seconds he was glancing over at you. and he couldn’t help it, not only did he want to take care of you, but you were also so so so stunning. his eyes just seemed to automatically wander towards you, it was habit at this point. so when he glanced over and saw you looking back with a panicked expression on your face, the alarms in his head instantly went off.

he knew what experiencing panic was like, and he also knew that it would gradually get worse. however, he also knew how strict filming was, and so it was unlikely you’d be able to get a break. so he made sure to show off his entertainment skills so that the cameras wouldn’t be focused on you while you were trying to calm down. he started cracking jokes, running around, and generally interacting with the hosts much more. every time the camera wasn’t on him he’d instantly be looking at you, sending you small finger hearts and reassuring smiles. in all honesty, being the absolute centre of attention was quite stressful, but he was more than happy to do it for you. anything for you. he’d eat his own heart if you asked him to.

after the shoot, he was by your side in an instant. his hands went to cup your face, and he turned you upwards to look at him. “you alright baby?” he’d ask as he gently started to caress your face. “you’re okay now, so proud of you.” he’d say before planting soft kisses all over your face. he’d take your hands if they were still shaking and pull you into a warm hug. would plant even more kisses on the top of your head while squeezing your waist for reassurance. once it was time to leave, he’d send you texts throughout the day to check up on you, while also reminding you that you’re the strongest baddest bitch he knows <3

❥˗ˏˋtaehyun ´ˎ˗

◦let’s be honest here, he notices your anxiety before you even do. since he’s mega in love you, he just couldn’t stop staring at you the entire time, which led him to instantly notice how your hands began to slightly shake, and how your jaw was more tense than usual. he low key starts to panic as well, because he has no idea what to do. how can he comfort you without exposing your relationship? so he decides that the best thing he can do is try to change the topic whenever it lands on you. he thinks he’s doing a good job of it, however as soon as you look at him with absolute fear in your eyes, he knows exactly what he needs to do.

he wastes no time in announcing that he needs a toilet break. thankfully, the producers agree to let everyone off on a short break. while everyone is going off to rest, you try and look for him for comfort, but he’s nowhere to be found. your anxiety starts to peak again, until tae arrives next to you with a water bottle and snacks. he’s not so good with comforting through words or physical touch, so he’s hoping he can comfort you through acts of service instead. he sits you down and encourages you to tell him what’s wrong, which you do.

he has his hand on your inner thigh the entire time, rubbing soothing circles. he listens eagerly, moves hair out of your face, and tries to help you calm down. he helps you do breathing exercises, drink water, and forces you to eat something small. food fixes everything, after all. once you’re much more calm, he gives you a peck on the lips for some final comfort before you’re forced to go back on set. for the rest of the shoot he’s constantly looking at you, making eye contact and giving you small smiles of encouragement <3

❥˗ˏˋkai ´ˎ˗

◦poor guy is absolutely clueless. he’s having a great time cracking jokes, playing games, and just generally mucking around until he catches you on the literal verge of tears. he instantly gets super concerned, and has zero clue on what to do. he tries to make eye contact with you and ask if you’re alright, but it’s quite hard when there’s a thousand cameras pointing at you. he decides to take the first opportunity he can to get close to you, which is by swiftly moving inch by inch when the cameras aren’t looking.

as soon as he’s next to you, he sneakily puts his hand on your lower back, rubbing in soft circles. he really hopes it gives you comfort, which it does. if he gets the chance, he leans down when nobody is looking to whisper words of encouragement in your ear. “it’s alright baby, just breathe.” “you’ve got this sweetheart, only an hour to go.” “i’m right here beside you baby, i’m not leaving”. his reassurance calms you down a lot, and you can already feel your anxiety lessen just by having him near.

after the shoot, kai instantly checks up on you. he squeezes your cheeks, telling you how cute you were and how well you did in the filming. he pulls you close to his chest in a back hug, his arms sneaking around your waist, nuzzling his nose into your neck. he probably starts to softly hum, allowing you to take any time you need to recover. he’s honestly so inspired by you, and thinks you’re insanely cool and brave for being able to get through that situation. it just gives him another reason to fall in love with you <3

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jungkookslipring · 1 year

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Don’t wake up Hyungie

Lee! Hyunjin

Ler! Minho

AN:// this is my first tickle fanfic, if it’s not your cup of tea, you’re more than welcome to skip. If not, I hope you like it 🥺☺️

It was a chilly morning in the SKZ dorms and the 00 liners + IN all managed to wake up earlier than usual. Changbin, Lee Know, and Chan were all still in their rooms sleeping. The boys had a lot of energy and got pretty rowdy. They decided to make a game out of their rambunctiousness where they tickled each other for a whole minute but had to remain quiet, and whoever woke up one of their hyungs first would be tickled by said older brother. They decided to go from youngest to oldest, IN being first, Hyunjin being last. They all did a pretty good job until they got to the oldest. He tried his best but he shrieked when the kids latched onto a sensitive spot on his side. To Hyunjin’s dismay, the first Hyung to make way out of their room was Lee Know. The younger ones except for Hyunjin cheered when Lee Know walked into the living room confused. Hyunjin tripped over his own feet running to Lee Know latching himself to his side.

“Oh my favorite powerful and almighty Lee Know Hyung how are youuuuu!” Hyunjin sang nervously as he clung to his side. Lee Know cocked an eyebrow and looked at everyone else silently asking for an explanation.

“We’re playing a game,” Han said casually. Lee a know tilted his head to the side questionably.

“We’re playing a game where we tickle each other for a minute but they have to be quiet and whoever woke up one of you guys first they would have to be tickled by the person they woke up once everyone was awake ” Felix finally explained. A shit eating grin suddenly appeared on Lee Know’s face. The funny thing was Lee Know didn’t even wake up to the sound of laughing, he just so happened to hear laughing when he was getting out of bed. But he didn’t want to pass off the opportunity to get his hands on his weekly victim.

“So it’s Jinnie?” Lee Know asked petting Hyunjin’s head. Everyone nodded, smiling. Lee Know threaded his fingers through Hyunjin’s hair.

“Ah my sweet Hyunjin-ah you’re so screwed” he smiled sweetly. Hyunjin let out a sigh shaking his head. He totally was. Slowly but surely the rest of 3Racha joined the land of the living.

”Binnie! Channie hyung! Come to the living room pleeeaaassseee!” Lee Know shouted towards the rappers. They walked into the living room with the same confused face as Lee Know when he first woke up. Lee Know explained what the kids were up to, and with that the two rappers planted their happy butts on the couch.

“This is gonna be good,” Bang Chan smiled.

“Hyunjin, you're screwed!” Changbin laughed.

“Don’t remind me,” Hyunjin mumbled with a smile. Lee Know was ruthless when it came to the oldest of the 00 liners.

“Yes! Let’s not waste anymore time, Hyunjin, on the ground!” Seungmin instructed.

“Yah! I’m still you’re hyung!” Hyunjin scolded as he lay down on the ground with Lee Know not too far behind straddling him.

“By 6 months and you told us to drop honorifics, don’t take back what you’d said!” Seungmin scolded back.

“How many minutes do I have?” Lee Know asked.

“Ten minutes,” Han said without hesitation. Hyunjin’s eyes damn near popped out of his head.

“YOU’RE KIDDING!” He shouted.

“Channie Hyung, wanna hold Hyunjin’s arms above his head?” Lee Know asked calmly. Bang Chan smiled and planted himself above Hyunjin’s head and grabbed a hold of his wrists.

“NONONONONOHOHOHOOOO!” Hyunjin screamed once his arms were above his head.

“I haven’t even started yet!” Lee Know laughed.

“I knowhohoho but you’re bahahahad,” Hyunjin giggled out in fear.

“Ready?” Han asked as he hovered his thumb over the timer.

“Yes!”

“No!”

“3…2…1…START!” Han yelled out!

Hyunjin was immediately laughing with his eyes screwed shut and Lee Know still hasn’t touched him yet. This was the best form of torture. The second Hyunjin opened one eye, Lee Know’s hands dove right into his sides and squeezed like there was no tomorrow. Hyunjin threw his head back and cackled.

“LEE KNOHOHOHOHOOOOOW” Hyunjin squeaked while trying to buck the tickler off of his hips. Lee know was way too good at this.

“IHIHIHIHIHIHIT TICKLES SOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAD” Hyunjin screamed as Lee Know continued squeezing.

“That's the point bubs,” Lee Know said with a cheeky grin. After starting off strong on the lee’s sides, Lee Know ever so slowly walked his fingers under Hyunjin’s shirt and up his torso. Hyunjin moved side to side giggling trying to move away from Lee Know’s wiggling fingers but it was no use. Once he got to his target, Lee Know slowly and lightly drew circles on Hyunjin’s armpits. Hyunjin let out a bunch of sweet giggles that made everyone in the room coo a the dancer.

“Hehehehehehehehe” Hyunjin giggled out as the light tickles drove him up the wall. Lee Know ramped up the speed where light ticket circles turned into fast thumbs digging into the flesh.

“heheheHEHEHE LEE KNOW HYUHUHUHUNG” Hyunjin screamed after the shock of light tickles becoming hard tickles. Lee Know reduced to doing medium-like squeezes under Hyunjin’s armpits giving him a slight breather.

“You’re just so cute!” Lee Know smiled as Hyunjin’s ears turned red. He turned his head and hid as far as he could into his arm and continued to laughed.

“I bet you’re loving this so much Hyunjinnie,” Bang Chan cooed as he wiggled his fingers on Hyunjin’s tummy for a few seconds. Hyunjin arched his back and let out a squeak.

“Lee Knowwww, I think Hyunjinnie hyung’s tummy needs some attention,” I.N called out.

“I.N YOU TRAITORHOHRHOR” Hyunjin screamed.

After spending a good amount of time torturing Hyunjin’s armpits, Lee Know lifted up the younger’s shirt and started scratching at his lower tummy. Hyunjin screwed his eyes shut and let a wave of loud giggles escape his lips.

“Leeheehee Knohohohohowww pleahehehehehehease!” Hyunjin giggled out. It wasn’t full blown laughter but Hyunjin was ticklish everywhere. Lee Know worked his fingers around all of Hyunjin’s stomach, switching from scratching to poking to squeezing anywhere and everywhere. Hyunjin couldn’t keep up; he would go from letting out sweet giggles to full belly laughter and somewhere in between. Lee Know started scratching towards Hyunjin’s belly button and without warning started swirling his index finger inside. Hyunjin arched his back and screamed.

“AHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA LEE KNOW HYUNG PLEAHEHEHEHEASE NOHOHOHOHOHOHO” Hyunjin screamed out. He’d lie if he said he didn’t like the attention, but he was so darn ticklish it’s hard for anyone's body to not reject the tickle fingers.

“We know you like it Hyunjinnie,” Bang Chan sang out, poking and squeezing at his armpit briefly. Hyunjin shook his head as his ears went red again. Bang Chan looked to the side and saw nothing but wide grins on each of the younger’s faces. All of them stared in fondness watching the dancer laugh freely. Lee Know went to one of Hyunjin’s sweet spots, his lower sides. He jabbed his fingers into his firm side as Hyunjin screamed in protest.

“NOHOHOHO NOT THEHEHEHERE” Hyunjin screamed out moving every which way. Hyunjin didn’t believe Han when he called out that he had one more minute left. He thought they went well over 10 minutes. Lee Know decided to go for the kill before the timer went off. He started rubbing deep circles into Hyunjin’s hips as the poor kid shook his head like a mad man and screamed out

“OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAY I’M DOHOHOHONE PLEAHEHEHEHEHEHEASE HYUNGIEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE”. Hyunjin’s body went limp as he continued laughing his head off. Lee Know lightened up the tickles all the way till he was rubbing Hyunjin’s bare tummy gently. His laughter gradually died down to cute little giggles as he panted. Bang Chan let go of the younger’s arms and pushed away his hair out of his face.

“Hyung you looked wrecked,” I.N giggled. Hyunjin shot him a look.

“Do you want to be next?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow with a big old grin on his face. I.N paled as Felix wrapped a hand around his waist rubbing it, effectively tickling the other. Lets just say Hyunjin wasn’t the only one who got wrecked by Lee Know that morning.

#skz fanfic #stray kids #stray kids x stay #bang chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #seungmin #jeongin #SKZ #kpop tickle #stray kids tickle #stray kids fluff #tickling #skz tickle

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kookaburra1701 · 9 months

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For Topsy's Skyrim OCs ask game, feel free to also include the opinions of any/all NPCs-Become-OCs and answer four or five you'd like to elaborate on the most!

Ohhhh dealer's choice, eh? Exciting! I will have Olur of Mor Khazgur answer these. [Skyrim OC Asks]

1. Which areas of Skyrim do they find most beautiful and most dangerous?

"Most beautiful is easy - Karthald region in the northern Reach, my home. It has everything you could want - high meadows, mountains, and Mor Khazgur is on the plateau above the Sea of Ghosts. We're far enough away from the main roads that few outsiders bother us, but only a few days' ride from Markarth, which means that traders who know where we are come by often enough. Easy access to the sea means we can always fish and hunt horkers and collect shellfish when game is scarce or crops have failed. We don't have to rely on trade or finding deposits or springs in the mountain tops to get our salt either.

"The place I felt the most danger in was Whiterun. My Legion training cohort was sent there to support several civic projects the jarl was funding. The mountains were so far away, I couldn't see them when inside the city and I would lose my sense of direction. Then out on the tundra in our camp, the sky was so large, there was no place to hide or take cover...it makes you understand just how small one orc alone is."

2. Which cities do they prefer to stay in and why?

"I've never been fully comfortable in cities - too much cut stone between your feet and the ground. There's always too much noise to hear what you need to hear. The city I went to most before I joined the Legion was Jehanna, which I suppose is technically in High Rock. There are a lot of other orcs there, and the clan grandmother came from, Fharun, are nearby. When I mention her name the vendors drop their prices and everyone treats me with a little bit more respect. It's pleasing."

Which cities to they avoid at all costs?

"I will never go to Riften again, if I can help it. The weather was nice, but the smell! My uniform reeked of fish and honey for weeks!"

3. What are their religious affiliations, and how does their worship (or lack thereof) affect their day-to-day life?

"I follow the Code of Malacath, like all orcs should. My grandmother taught Borgakh and I prayers to say to Malacath, and she is the one who reads the omens to determine his will. Because I can write so well, one of my duties is to maintain Mor Khazgur's Ledger of Grievances, to ensure we do not ever forget any wrongs done to us, and extract the appropriate Blood-Price. I hope to some day lead Mor Khazgur myself as Chieftain, and to do that I must never forget that above all else Malacath demands strength.

"Grandmother likes to tell stories of the folly of the orcs that want to become elves again, and worship Trinimac. I'm not sure if I believe her that Malacath himself punishes them, but it seems like a waste of time to try and go back to whatever our people were thousands of years ago. I like what we are now. Dwelling on the past is useless, and takes away from strengthening oneself for the future.

"When I was in the Legion, they gave us all amulets of Stendarr and one of the priests always said blessings of Stendarr over us. I wore it because it was expected, and if you went to weekly services at the temple you didn't have to do whatever scut-work the training officers would give you. Sometimes on holidays there would be food that was much better than what they gave us in the barracks. I hope Malacath had a good laugh at me eating all of Stendarr's sweetrolls after sleeping through his priest's sermon."

5. Would they be able to live off the land if they were lost in the wilds of Skyrim? How skilled are they at foraging and hunting?

"The day I can't make my way through any forest in Skyrim and find my way home by the sun and stars is the day they're putting me in my forge."

14. Who is their mentor? Who do they go to most for lessons?

"My grandmother, Sharamph, is the Wise Woman of Mor Khazgur. She's the one who taught me everything I need to know about following the Code of Malacath. When anyone in the stronghold needs advice on the Code, or what Malacath would have them do, they go to her.

"I used to think that everything I needed to know would be covered under the Code, but in the Legion I found that wasn't the case. Horsemaster Arvid, Marshal of the Legion's stables in Solitude, has probably forgotten more about caring for horses and mules than I will ever know. I'm glad I was able to work as a farrier under him. What he taught me has served our stronghold's beasts well."

19. How are they with money? Do they hoard, or do they spend until their pockets are empty and they have to find work again? Have they saved for any houses?

"I don't have much use for money of my own here in Mor Khazgur. When I was in the Legion, I learned about how to keep accounts for things larger than a single stronghold, but I sent most of my wages back to Mor Khazgur. If I ever leave, I have the right to take some of what I contributed with me, but I don't plan to. My skills will keep me clothed and fed, and I can always re-enlist - I would rather my coin stay for the benefit of my sister and the rest of the stronghold."

#kbs asks #skyrim oc asks #kb writes #hot orc summer #olur #mor khazgur

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toomanybandstocare · 9 months

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Uhm hello!!

Summer of fun pls!!<3

Bc I’m fr so curious bc while we’ve talked abt this before having to choose one is hard.

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ - Summer of Fun

Who I would ship you with plus a little drabble. @lovergirllane requested a romantic (just based off those conversations hehe) ship. Hope all is well, and I can't wait to chat again <3

Pairing: Robin Buckley x GN! Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Length: 583w + 192w

Counselor Notes: I hope you enjoy! Just in a cozy mood right now and cannot wait for autumn to come around.

-> Celebration Announcement Post <- -> Celebration Masterlist <- -> Camp Upside Down Masterlist <-

Crisp autumn leaves drift in the lazy afternoon breeze. As they occasionally scratch against the screened in deck, the naturescape harmonizes with the soft recording of KISS hums from the record player. You doze on top of soft blankets that tangle together in a bundle over the pillow pile on the porch’s floor. Your chest heaves as you try to focus on grounding yourself from the turbulent emotions whittling around in your mind. A thunderous pain pounds against your forehead as Robin’s faint curses can be heard through the doorway leading to the kitchen. The timer’s blaring ring breaks the serenity of the sleepy autumn afternoon.

Not a second later does the chaos calm and quiet footsteps pad closer to the doorway. Opening one eye, you lazily peer up at Robin as she carefully opens the screen door with her hip while balancing a plate of Pillsbury halloween cookies. “For what it’s worth, I’m pretty sure I nearly burnt your house down trying to make these,” Robin weakly presents and offers the slightly charred sugar cookies with an awkward smile.

A watery laugh breaks past your chapped lips. “Well, I’m glad you didn’t,” you choke out. A painful smile pulls at your cheeks. “That would officially make today the worst day of my life,” you joke while taking one of the cookies to munch on.

Robin sighs as she joins you on the pillow pile. Sitting cross legged, she rests her elbows on her knees and leans on her palms while sharing a sad smile with you. “Want to talk about it now? Or after we finish these delicious cookies,” Robin asks. She reaches over to the plate between the two of you and takes one of the treats and takes a bite from it. With a wince, Robin shoots you a less than convincing smile.

An aching heart sits uncomfortably against your ribs, and you send her a watery smile. Not wanting to let a good cookie go to waste, you take one and take a small bite. “I guess, I’m just nervous? About the big move and then trying to keep up with school during it all. It’s just overwhelming, and it just crashed all at once,” you quietly confess.

“One thing at a time, alright?” Robin softly encourages you. She moves the plate over to the small table and scoots over to lay next to you on her side. “We’ll figure this out together,” she promises. “Instead of looking at the big picture,” Robin nervously chatters as she spreads her arms out wide, “let’s focus on something smaller and easier to solve”. She brings her hands close together to form a square with her thumbs and pointer fingers.

You hum and take another bite of the cookie. The sweetness bites back at your taste buds as the sugar and burnt aftertaste mix together on your tongue. “I still have some packing to do,” you slowly suggest.

“Correction,” Robin interjects with a smile, “We have some packing to do. We can call Steve to bring us extra packing boxes after we finish up the cookies”.

Your lip wobbles. Resting one arm over her waist, you tuck yourself under Robin’s chin. Her hand lazily pats your head as both of you sink into the plush pillows. Both your chest rise and fall in sync as the two of you quietly chat about autumn road trips and visits as well as what days work best for a weekly catch up over the phone.

You’re a person who experiences life through your emotions. When something excites you, you feel absolute happiness. The same goes for when you experience difficult times. You look for people to act as your sounding board, and you keep them close to you during your everyday life. Whatever you experience, you find it important to share it with your loved ones.

In a similar way, Robin keeps a tight circle of her closest friends. It normally takes her a while to let someone get to know her, but once she feels comfortable with them, Robin sticks close to them.

Robin is an incredibly empathetic person, so she is able to celebrate and console you as the two of you share your experiences. Advice isn’t her strong suit, but Robin is able to provide comfort to you during these discussions regardless of situation. Either through small gifts or acts of service, everything she does for her friends is done out of love and care.

The two of you share a strong and deep connection. One that’s built on trust, honesty, and compassion as the two of you navigate life’s messiness and whirlwind adventures.

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mushiemadarame · 6 months

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TRICK OR TREAT :3333 this is the only gif i have to hand that i don't think i've already posted somewhere so :3

aaaaaaaaaaaaaa that gif Jay!!! another day another unexplainable reason for you not to have posted it

anyway, you are my favourite person so you get....... a wip fic you've already read (exclusively) 😅

“Hey, look at this!” Chay pulls Macau out of his thoughts with an elbow to the side. They’re lying on the grass sharing a pair of earphones from which a familiar voice that Macau can’t quite place drifts with a slow, melancholic tune. The warm early afternoon sun kisses their noses and cheeks. Tankhun’s carp pond is not far from where they lay and if he turns his head a little, Macau can see that his eldest cousin is currently feeding the fish. He’s accompanied by the usual two bodyguards he drags everywhere with him and mumbling in discontent. Even turned away, Macau doesn’t miss the displeased glances he keeps sending their way.

When Chay flips his phone’s screen in Macau’s direction, he forgets about Tankhun and concentrates on the picture he's being shown. Cutesy drawings of doughnuts and coffee cups dance across a bright pink background in front of his eyes. “What am I looking at?”

“It’s a new café,” Chay explains excitedly. “It’s just around the corner from here and it’s having a big opening tomorrow morning. We should definitely go.”

Macau mentally flips through his weekly schedule, trying to recall what day it is. Tuesday. And tomorrow’s Wednesday. Macau has classes until 12:30 on Wednesdays. “Sorry, Chay, I can’t,” he says, “I have classes on Wednesdays.”

Porchay’s face falls and he pulls back his phone. “Don’t worry about it,” he says, faking detachment.

Macau looks at him from the side, trying to discern if it’s finally the right moment to bring up the subject. He’s not entirely sure, but he tries anyway. “What about you, dude?” He starts flippantly. “What do you do in the mornings? I’m pretty sure you just cry and lament the fact that your most fun friend isn’t there, but I could be wrong.”

Chay snorts. Macau is glad to see the smile return to his mouth. “You know, just…” he replies and goes a bit shy, his smile turning bashful. When he continues, it sounds hesitant. “... waste time.” Macau sees the fingers of Porchay’s left hand twitch slightly on his chest where he’s resting it and thinks of the guitar case in Chay’s room. That can’t be right, though, it hasn’t moved even one-tenth of an inch during the entire time they’ve been hanging out together and if Macau hadn't already noticed that, the thick layer of dust all over it would be a dead giveaway of its disuse.

“So you do cry about me being gone,” he jokes again and nudges Chay’s shoulder with his own.

Chay laughs. It had taken Macau a while to pull that specific reaction of out him. Even though Porchay comes off as quiet and unassuming at first, he’s actually a very guarded person. Every time Macau manages to make him laugh, it feels like a reward and the sound of it never fails to put Macau in a mischievous mood to try and get more out of him.

“Ew, gross, as if!” Chay squeals and scurries away to get out of reach of Macau’s hands which he’s trying to shove under Chay’s armpits. They roll a bit in the grass before Macau decides he’s too lazy to keep going and they both settle back into their supine positions with a sigh.

“I honestly just waste time,” Chay continues after a couple of minutes of silence which Macau thought meant the conversation was already over. His smile is dimmer, just a remnant of their previous laughter, and his eyes are lost staring in the distance above as they cloud with whatever Porchay is thinking of.

Macau scrutinizes the side of his face but he can’t begin to read what’s going on in Porchay’s brain. In moments like these, he feels a little like decoration among the mess of Porchay’s life. He’s there, next to all the other things Porchay wants and cherishes but if he wasn’t, Porchay probably wouldn’t notice, not right away at least. It makes Macau a bit lonely but all the more determined to dig deeper, move some of the useless stuff around and get to a place where Chay will want to play with him first. It’s a childish feeling, the kind that was burned out of him the first time Vegas prioritised Macau’s attention and was left with bruises for the trouble. He’s gone, he’s gone, he’s gone, Macau thinks and then shakes himself out of his trance when the feeling starts getting a little too big for his ribcage to keep it all in.

“How come you’re not in university?” Macau tries to sport his most casual tone. “And don’t say you don’t have the smarts for it,” ─ that was the excuse Porchay had improvised when one of the cooks had asked that one time, it took three days for Macau to convince Chay to go back to eating in the kitchens after that one ─ “I’ve seen you shake your head whenever I botch my Statistics homework, you can’t fool me.”

Chay breathes out a resigned sigh and closes his eyes. He skips to the next song on his phone before speaking, Macau doesn't recognise this one. "I did pass the first few tests, actually," he says, "but I skipped the last one I was supposed to take."

Macau nudges him again, prompting him to continue but Porchay doesn't. "Why didn't you?" he asks then.

Chay shrugs and looks away. His fingers are tangling and untangling with each other where he’s resting his hands on his chest. “I didn’t really see a reason to anymore.” Macau doesn’t prod, but he’s hoping the silence will make Chay elaborate on his own. “Porsche didn’t like that very much,” he eventually continues, “When he found out, he was furious. He’s never shouted at me like that before.” At that, he gives a mirthless laugh. “I don’t even know if he was madder about me not telling him or me not going to university.” Macau doesn’t find it very funny, but he keeps silent. “I’m still not sure how he found out. He said Kinn told him but I don’t know where he got it from.”

Macau supposes Kinn might have noticed a missing tuition somewhere at some point, but he can tell Chay doesn’t really care all that much. He can tell that the reason Chay told him isn’t the whole story but going by Chay’s mood, this isn’t the right time to ask for more. “What were you gonna study?” he asks instead, hoping that’s tangential enough that Chay won’t mind answering. He realises that’s not the case when Chay immediately tenses and sits up with an abrupt move.

“Music,” he says curtly and gets on his feet. He pockets his earphone and brushes the legs of his pants from the grassy residue of their lie down. “Do you wanna go see what they’re making for dinner?” The deliberate change of subject isn’t lost on Macau. “Maybe they still have some leftover mango from yesterday’s cheesecake.”

Macau lets it slide, making yet another addition to the list of things Porchay doesn’t want to share. Later, he promises himself, We’ve got time.

#askeetie asks #ask meme #khaotunq #jay i took a million years to answer this i'm sorry 😭😭😭#mushiewrites

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piinkyypriincess · 3 months

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LETTER'S TO MY LOVELY

Shinichi Okazaki x American!OC

"I Love You."

Main Paring ~ Shinichi Okazaki x American x American!OC

Warnings ~ Body insecurity, grooming, anxiety, rude behavior, the demon lord, reira, REIRA, REIRA!!

Spoilers ~ Yes!

Masterpost ~ Here.

Beta Read/Edited ~ No (No Beta Lmao)

Word Count ~ 2.1k Words

Chp Summary ~ Two nickels weren't a lot, but it was weird that it happened twice. A walk through Shibuya let's Penelope make another friend.

Chp 3 ~ Two Nickels for Penny.

Penelope had missed her stop when Shinichi caught her off guard by thanking her.

As the doors squeaked closed she yipped, and attempted to slide through the door. It closed last second, her body was not as thin as Shinichi’s.

Her body was not as thin as most people in Japan now that she thought about it. She swallowed thickly, opting to shove the saddening thoughts to the back of her mind and play with the boy's shiny belt buckle.

The next stop was a fifty-minute commute from where she was staying instead of a five-minute brisk walk. With a deep sigh, the girl groaned and looked back at the people on the train. Some of the people who stayed for the next stop looked up at her with curiosity lingering in their eyes, others with something short of disgust.

Penelope bit her bottom lip raw and looked down at the gifted leather belt with warm ears.

Looking up at the metros schedule on the electronic teleprompter, the next stop was Shibuya. Shibuya was known for its livelihood and the different cultures that made teens gravitate towards it. Shibuya and Harajuku absolutely take the cake regarding fashion; both are known to be the epicenters of fashion in Japan.

The girl didn't plan on adventuring so far outside of Shinjuku yet, but now as the train started to slow, she realized she'd have to. She wouldnt waste her weekly stedipend money on a cab, regardless if it was generous amount.

An hour walk is how long It would take her to get back to her hotel, Penelope sighed, defeated. It could have been worse.

The teen unwrapped her oversized light pink jacket around her waist, and pulled it over her red, long-sleeved shirt that had a lacy trim on the top. Only then had she realized that her shirt had shifted upwards slightly to show the flesh of her stomach.

Quickly the girl pulled the shirt down, and shoved her small map inside the concealed compartment on the inside lining of the cotton jacket. She placed her phone in her pocket and took the black belt with both hands.

Penelope looped the accessory around her light-washed, baggy jeans without looking up, and pulled the jacket down to cover the designer item. Looking up, some of the metro carts passengers made an effort to advoid eye contact.

Some stared at her in disgust again, which made her shiver, but look away embarrassed.

A grim frown painted Penelope's face as she also remembered she didn't even get the boy's number.

A potential friend was now a figment of her past and all she had to show for his small existence in her mind, was his belt of all things.

“February fourteenth must be been cursed,” she thought offhandedly.

Valentine's day, of all days, had been bittersweet.

When Penelope got off the train, she immediately noticed the amount of life Shibuya had on its streets during the romantic holiday.

There was a mass amount of people in separate groups, and duos, laughing with their friends, families, and lovers. Everyone seemed to be out with their loved ones to soak up all of what the city had to offer.

The girl's eyes were practically stuck open as she walked through the streets slowly; Shibuya was everything and more than what people described it as.

Every turn had something more bizarre and thrilling than the last; she found herself craving whatever sweet-smelling rice dish a stall was selling as she walked through the town.

Twenty minutes into her first walk down the city's colorful streets, Penelope was distracted by colorful, heart-shaped lights strung overhead where an all-male band was performing a pop-rock song. The people in the crowd were rowdy but appeared to be enjoying themselves as they danced to the melody flowing from the amps.

The American girl was so caught up in listening to the music, and reminiscing about the brown-haired boy that occupied the forefront of her mind, that she bumped into somebody.

It wasn't just a light brush against somebody's forearm, no, she slammed into somebody else, her body bouncing backward from the impact.

A woman with salmon pink loose curls looked back at her, her eyes covered with large designer black sunglasses. The hat on her head made most of her features indescribable, as well as the dark grey coat that wrapped around her body.

The woman's hands came up to her face in a look of surprise, Penelope bowed her body at an angle in respect. “I'm sorry! Please forgive me!” the girl said apologetically, cursing her clumsiness and stupidity internally.

A hole could rip open in the Earth below her and she would welcome it to swallow her whole.

The woman made a shrieking sound in the back of her throat and held her hands up understanding, “It's okay! You're fine!” she replied, pulling up her coat even more.

The girl frowned; the air in Tokyo was still cold to her, as a Flordia native where the sun mostly always shines, but it wasn't freezing for such a thick trench coat. Spring weather was edging the air of Shibuya with a brisk breeze.

Suddenly the woman pulled her glasses down for a moment with dark brown curious eyes. “Woah! Your eyes are so pretty!” The woman whisper yelled to the younger, a shocked expression dropping her jaw.

Penelope blinked in surprise. She scratched at the top of her head as her dark curls covered her cheeks embarrassed. “Thank you, your uh…” the girl gestured to the woman's long salmon-dyed tresses that fell to her mid-back. She tugged at a curl of her own hair and pointed at the woman; an understanding smile fell upon the woman's lips.

“Sorry my Japanese isn't good -- I'm a foreigner.” Penelope sighed frustrated, unable to properly communicate with those around her. She was slowly picking up the language as she roamed Chofu and Shinjuku.

The woman removed her glasses with a look of relief and excitement. “Oh!” she said, tense shoulders slouching into a relaxed hunch.

“Do you speak English?” She replied in Penelope's mother tongue.

Penelope's maple-syrupy brown irises glazed over with appreciation. “Yes, I do!” she responded immediately.

“Your hair is gorgeous, I love the color! Pink is one of my favorite colors,” The younger said with a proud smile, playing with her coil of black hair between her fingertips. Penelope had never thought of dying her hair before, her parents would never allow it.

Or god-forbid she cut the long curls off, they may go into cardiac arrest all the way in America. After all, looking the part for a job, looking professional, was important.

No matter the age apparently, according to them.

The mysterious woman looked professional though; she possessed a mature, doting aura that almost reminded Penelope of her second grade art teacher she adored.

The lady in gray giggled, the sound seemingly childish almost, but her voice had a rasp of age. She couldn't be anymore than twenty-five but couldnt be younger thsn eighteen.

“Thank you! Mine's purple actually,” she commented with an angelic hum.

Penelope drew her dark brows together in shock, she tilted her head in confusion, trying to soak in the mystery woman's concealed appearance. “Oh really? Why pink hair then?” She asked curiously.

The woman's mouth opens to respond, but is cut off by the screaming of the crowd as the guitarist of the band does a solo riff. “Long story!” she giggles out nervously.

The lady rocks backward on chunky heeled boots that contradict her entire professional, mysterious outfit. Penelope is sure she has seen multiple ads for the expensive boots displayed in magazines.

“You should dye your hair, you have such pretty curls!” The woman says, grabbing her hand affectionately.

Her lips stretch into a smile of adoration, and it has Penelope blinking. All she did was compliment her hair, but their conversation was very pleasant.

Penelope felt her cheeks heat almost as if she was blushing, “Thank you miss..” she trailed off with raised brows and curious big eyes.

The woman only laughed at her lost expression “Call me Layla,” She said with a smile. Her clear gloss was subtle with a pink tint, the girl noticed a beauty mark dotted by the corner of the woman's lip.

Penelope nodded, giving the mysterious-but-not-so-mystery woman's hand an appreciative squeeze.

Layla's pink-painted acrylic nails tickled the top of Penelope's sensitive skin as she moved to cup both the girl's hands in her pale ones. "Thank you, Ms. Layla!” she giggles involuntarily at the touch.

“No problem!” Ms. Layla smiles and Penelope takes that as a queue to end their conversation.

She goes to pull away, but the woman's hands hold onto her smaller ones tightly. Realizing her involuntary actions, the lady lets go with a sheepish grin.

The woman's eyes are intensely staring back into her own. Penelope can feel herself curl into her oversized jacket, almost uncomfortable being in the direct attention from an older woman.

“Jeez, your eyes are really so pretty and big! You're like a life size babydoll! So cute~” Layla draws the word out childishly. Penelope's face gets warmer, her heart drums faster in her chest at the pinkette's words.

Unlike Shinichi, who had a boyish charm, mature vocabulary, and sly smile; Layla was playful with an air of mystery around her.

“Thank you!” Penelope responded with a respectful smile. Layla is certainly an interesting character in Penelope's eyes so far. She seems like a warm big sister, almost like how a Mother should have been.

Much like the boy she met today, they were both total contradictions for people given their ages; but both kind in their separate ways.

Shinichi was lovely, Layla was doting.

The crowd started to scream again as the rock band finished their set, couples bouncing around each other with joy.

Crew members infiltrated the stage from a cornered off staircase, and began to set up the next act's equipment on the Valentines themed stage.

Layla gave her hands another firm squeeze like someone would do for encouragement. Penelope returned the gesture hesitantly, just barely squeezing her pale hands.

A bittersweet smile stretched on the woman's lips, confusing the girl.

“Well it seems like I've gotta run! Nice to meet you babydoll!” She farewells, rushing out the words abruptly before swiveling around on her chunky boots.

It sounded more like a ‘See you later’ than a goodbye. The mysterious woman seemed almost sad near the end of their conversation.

What type of magnet did Penelope possess that attracted peculiar stranger's today?

Penelope blinks hard, “You too Ms. Layla…” The girl whispers out to the crisp air. No-one else was present in her direct vicinity to hear her confusion.

If Penelope Brown had a nickel for everytime she had an intense, random conversation with people who conveniently spoke English; she'd have two nickels.

Yes, technically she invited Shinichi to sit with her. And yes technically she'd bumped into Layla. And also yes, tons of people spoke multiple languages in the Asian country.

But it was just plain weird.

Two nickels certainly weren't a lot, but it for sure was weird, and its crazy that it happened twice. At least they both were nice acquaintances.

Penelope walked the remaining twenty-five minutes back to her hotel. The black American became more confused with the day as she took every step closer towards Shinjuku, and fell deeper into her own thoughts (that naively brushed off the fact both interactions could have led to her being kidnapped, talk about street skills).

But oh well, "February fourteenth is just an interesting, weird, socially active day," she figured internally with a perplexed huff.

Why did I meet you both on the same day?

It's like Mrs. Hachiko's Demon Lord was laughing down on me as he banished me to a life of suffering. A life that forced me to open my eyes at such an early age, and experience some of the most heart wrenching emotion I've ever gone though to this day.

Or maybe I was just fourteen. Maybe intense emotions were just apart of growing up.

I still wouldn't trade meeting you Shinichi, or any of our friends, now family, for the entire universe. Even knowing how miserably fucked up this one is.

I think we all learned alot from eachother. I know I learned what it meant to love with you.

On that day, when I met you both, maybe that was the Demon Lord's way of saving that love and hate are two sides of the same coin. You both are just that to me, as much as it pains me to say.

You're both like precious nickels in my pocket.

Now its like im throwing you both away into a well, and wishing for something to come out of the price I paid.

Thats cheesy of me to say, I think you'd like it so ill leave it in. You are always so poetic, afterall.

I know somewhere inside your heart, you learned how to feel, you learned how to embrace emotions.

I love you,

Penelope.

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