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Time for Wingman Wayne (Ronance Edition™) part 6! | Read pt1 here | ao3 link

'Are you free next Sunday?' Steve asks Robin on Tuesday evening, when they're wrapping up their shared shift at Family Video.

'Yeah, why? Eddie didn't ditch your date plans, did he? Should I be mad at him?'

'No, don't be mad at him!' Steve exclaims. 'Date's still on. We just decided we should make it a double date.'

Robin arches her eyebrows at him. 'Do I need to remind you that I'm very much not dating anyone?'

Steve rolls his eyes in response. 'Yeah, I am aware of that,' he says. 'That's why we invited someone for you.'

'Um... Have you already forgotten how that worked out last time?'

'Yeah, and this time I actually know who we're setting you up with, so this is no doubt gonna be a success! She's really cute.'

Robin hesitates. She feels skeptical about the whole thing, but maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to actually meet someone new, because getting over Nancy hasn't exactly been easy so far and it's getting a little pathetic.

'Okay, yeah, let's do it,' she decides.

'YES!' Steve shouts out, in the same over-excited way he did back when she said yes to being set up with Mr. Munson's mystery match.

'So what's the plan?' she asks.

'Apparently there's this tea garden at the other side of Lover's Lake that opened this spring,' Steve says, and Robin freezes. Oh no. The tea garden. The perfect second date proposed by Nancy right before Robin told her how there was never gonna be a second date. Suddenly, this whole thing seems like an extremely bad idea.

'What's wrong?' Steve asks her, perceptive as always.

She can't tell him. Of course she can't tell him. So she plasters on a fake smile and says, 'Nothing! The tea garden it is. Um, are you sure Eddie is gonna be into that, by the way? Doesn't really sound like his kind of thing.'

Steve snickers. 'It was his idea, actually. He's way more romantic than he seems, you know.' His eyes start lighting up in that adorable yet slightly concerning way which warns Robin that a totally vomit-inducing monologue is gonna come out of his mouth. 'Last night, he –'

And yep, that's her cue to tune the fuck out of whatever story this is going to be.

Instead, she lets her thoughts wander to that stupid tea garden. She had rambled on about it for almost half an hour on Eddie's porch, so either Eddie totally forgot about that or had shamelessly stolen the idea from her without even realizing that a double date right there would be literal torture for her. And honestly, both possibilities are kind of rude of him.

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Sunday comes around way faster than Robin would have liked and she spends way less time spreading clothes around her room and squinting at herself in the mirror than she did the last time she got ready for a date. It just seems a bit pointless, this time. It's too soon. Fuck, she should've said no to Steve's suggestion when she had the chance. Because now she's going on a date while her heart isn't in it at all, and this girl might be genuinely cool but she won't stand a chance against the perfection that was Nancy Wheeler, and that's actually really unfair towards this new girl that she hasn't even met yet. God, she's probably gonna be super sweet and caring and funny and deserving of so much better than Robin can give her right now. Fuck this. She should probably call Steve and tell him she's ill or something.

But then the doorbell rings, which means Steve is already here to pick her up, and she has no choice but to face the music and go to the goddamn tea garden that's only gonna remind her of the one person she can't have.

She tries her very best to feign excitement when she gets into Steve's car. Luckily, Steve himself is too caught up in his own enthusiasm about their plans to notice Robin's weird mood. He keeps talking her ears off about how cute she's looking and how she'll for sure meet the love of her life this time. She suspects that he still feels guilty about the whole Nancy thing and that's why he's overcompensating, but it's actually just as sweet as it is annoying, so she decides to let it slide this time.

'So are you gonna tell me her name this time?' Robin asks when they stop at Forest Hills and wait for Eddie to get out of his trailer.

'Okay, so I actually do know her name this time, but I'm not gonna tell you,' he tells her, with a weird smile around his lips that tells her she's missing something.

'Oh my God, Steve.' She groans and lets her head fall against the headrest behind her.

'What?'

'You did something. No, don't look at me like that! What did you do?!'

'Nothing!' he exclaims, way too fast.

'Steve,' she says, deadpan. 'It's someone I know, isn't it? Wait, please tell me you're not trying to get me back together with Vickie, that'd be really awkward and I'm not –'

'No, it's not Vickie,' he's quick to interrupt her.

She squints at him, trying to figure out what exactly is going on in his brain. The look on his face is way too guilty.

'Did you set me up with Tammy Thompson?!'

He bursts out into loud laughter, which at least tells Robin that she won't be going on a date with her crush from years ago that Steve's been relentlessly teasing her about ever since he found out about it. That's good news, she supposes, because that would probably have been the single most embarrassing thing to ever happen to her and she might have to move states afterwards.

'What's so funny?' Eddie asks, flopping down on the backseat and pressing a kiss against the skin of Steve's neck.

'Steve won't tell me who you guys are setting me up with,' Robin states, turning around to face Eddie. 'Would you maybe care to fill me in on this little detail of my own love life?'

But Eddie only grins his signatory broad devilish grin while mysteriously wiggling his eyebrows.

'It's a surprise,' he says in a conspiratorial tone, which really doesn't help ease her suspicions in the slightest.

'Don't look at me like that Buckley, I promise you you'll like her, okay?' he says, his eyes suddenly all wide and innocent. 'She has Wayne's stamp of approval. If you don't trust us, can you at least trust uncle Wayne?'

Robin sighs and leans back into the seat while Steve drives them off the trailer park. She tries very hard – and fails, of course – not to think about what happened the last time she got set up with someone who had “Wayne's stamp of approval.”

Pt7

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For the Holidays - Part 2

Summary: In which Spencer doesn’t want to go to his high school reunion, but you tagging along changes things. “It’ll be nice... having a friend there.”

WC: 1.8k

Tags/Warnings: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader, fake-dating trope, pining (so much pining), insecure and in-denial Spencer, light cursing, (tbh with all the shit that happens in CM they should be cussing way more)

Spencer doesn’t text you. But he’s tried.

First thing he got home, he tossed his bag aside and ripped off his blazer before he threw himself on the couch, digging through his pockets for his phone. Screw reading, taxes, dinner. There are more important things at stake here.

But he’s been sitting there for an hour, glaring at the empty text box with disdain, willing for words to appear.

No such luck.

Spencer writes essays and academic journals in an hour but formulating a simple text? He curses the universe for only making him academically gifted.

He runs a hand through his hair. Maybe he should call? No, you said text. And he doesn’t trust himself enough to have a verbal conversation with you. He will get tongue-tied.

Shit, what does he even say?

It’s not entirely his fault, alright? He’s never been put in a position like this before, except when he goes undercover. And even then everything is planned for him with little contribution on his part⎼he makes small edits to better fit the profiles but that’s about it. All he has to do is scan the file once and in seconds he has his fake identity, his fake backstory, and whatever fake details make up his fake life.

But this. This is different. He has to be brave because it’s you, and he has to chill out because this is supposed to be fake, he reminds himself. Both are tasks within themselves. And yeah, he’s a genius but as Albert Einstein once said, knowledge has its limits.

Shit, his thoughts are so jumbled he can’t even quote properly. This is all your fault.

You.

He still has to text you.

Spencer groans and flops on the couch, the phone clattering to the floor. He doesn’t bother, laying there until there’s an imprint of his butt in the cushions. He stares at the ceiling.

He remembers that you were the one to say yes. He hadn’t directly asked you but you agreed anyway, which means you are willing to spend time with him. Which means you like him (enough). Which means you are friends, and friends help friends out when they are in trouble.

Like needing a fake date.

He rolls onto his stomach, lips pursed as he stares over the edge of the couch. His phone glints in the lamp light.

Just friends helping each other out. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Spencer takes a deep breath and picks up the phone.

He can do this.

⎼

He can’t do this.

“I’m so excited,” Next to Spencer, you nestle into the seat and adjust the fuzzy blanket over your lap, eyes gleaming. “It’ll be nice to see where you grew up.”

Spencer only offers you a tight smile. His eyes dart about as the other passengers settle in, switching seats and fiddling luggage into the overhead compartments. Some of them already requesting for airplane food. Who in their right mind actually wants airplane food?

Spencer really wants to be as excited as you, and he is; he finally gets to spend some time with you outside of work, without the rest of the team hovering (waiting for one of you to make a damn move). It’s almost nice.

If only he can enjoy himself.

His knee bounces nonstop. Against the armrest his fingers tap a rhythm matching the thrum of his heart. And his hair is even more wild having run his hands through it repeatedly before meeting up with you.

He isn’t used to this, being alone with you. Sure, you partner up at work, in cases⎼hell, you've even accompanied each other to a few events. But those were as friends.

Technically, you’re his date. His romantic partner.

Spencer’s never let himself delve deep into his fantasies; he’s imagined (more times than he’d like to admit) taking you on dates to your favorite places, you in his arms, him in your arms⎼you know, minus the imminent danger. All the sweet things that couples do. But they always seemed out of reach. So he’d cut them off, squash the ideas before they went any further. False hope only hurts if you give in.

But now you’re on a plane, rocking in your seat as you hum to yourself, genuinely thrilled at the prospect of seeing his hometown.

This is more than he’s ever imagined. He feels like his heart’s about to burst.

Someone needs to call the bomb squad, real quick.

“Reid.”

"Hm?"

"Are you alright?" You're looking at him, voice drenched in so much concern his stomach twists. He made you worry. He feels guilty.

“Yeah-uh-” He clears his throat, attempting a smile. It’s a sad parody of the real thing. ”I'm fine.“

You raise an eyebrow and scoff, "Okay, I think I know why you're being weird. At least, weirder than usual."

Spencer’s heart drops. He leans back as you lean across your shared armrest, catching the sympathy in your eyes. He stiffens, bracing himself for the rejection. He should have known sooner or later you’d notice his not-so-friendly affections towards you. Of course you did, he isn’t exactly subtle; all the lunches, the museum tours, the stars in his eyes when you wrestle down unsubs⎼

"You’re nervous about seeing your old classmates again."

⎼Or, he’s much better at hiding it than he thought.

Spencer can only watch in awe as you continue, “And it’s totally natural. I mean, I haven’t been to a reunion, but I’d feel weird too if I got to see my classmates after all these years. But have no fear, (Your Name) is here.” You cringe, suddenly abashed. “Unless I’m completely off the mark and now you regret bringing me along. Oh no, that’s it, isn’t? You’re uncomfortable with the whole couples act.”

Spencer shakes his head, and for the first time since take off, he chuckles, “What? No, I’m happy that you’re here. And I couldn't think of anyone better to play my partner.” A relieved smile from you and he shrugs, feigning nonchalance. He fiddles with his sleeve. “But yeah, you got me. I am nervous.”

Which isn’t exactly a lie. You're here, next to him. That's more than enough reason to be.

If he had to be honest, between you and organizing the trip, he almost forgot about the reunion. Then again, he never liked reflecting on his high school years. For obvious reasons.

But your perception is a bucket of ice water over his head. Now he’s wide awake.

You’re doing this because you’re friends. You just want to help.

Friendship never hurt so much.

“I didn’t mention it before, but I’m sure you’re aware I wasn’t exactly the most popular kid in school, being 6 years younger and all,” Spencer swallows the ache. You nod in understanding.

Bright, brown eyes meet yours. He bites his lip. “So, I appreciate you coming with me. It’ll be nice... having a friend there.”

A split second.

Spencer glances away as he says 'friend'. The word leaves such a bittersweet taste he has to hold back a grimace, look anywhere else but you. The word just doesn’t sit right with him.

If he hadn’t looked away, he would have caught the way your smile dropped.

You nearly forgot, though you’re on holiday, this is a mission of sorts. This isn’t about you or how you feel. This is about Spencer. You berate yourself, remembering you're not a teenager anymore; you're a fucking adult and mature adults don't squee at their coworkers.

No matter how cute and adorable they are.

“Of course,” You plaster on a smile and finger the edge of your blanket, unintentionally mirroring him. "Your welcome."

Spencer gives you that white-person smile you love so much. You have to bite back a laugh.

To distract yourself, you pull out your phone and open the Chess app, holding it out to him. "Now, how about that rematch?"

Spencer's face lights up like a Christmas tree.

And as you immerse yourselves into another close match, you feel your confidence grow with every move, chuckling as Reid grumbles about you cheating (you’re not, he’s just a sore loser). You’re an FBI agent, for fuck’s sake. You played spouse and romantic partners for weeks, months. A weekend is nothing.

You can manage playing pretend with a coworker. Just operate like this is any other undercover assignment.

You can pretend you’re in love with Spencer Reid. You can handle it.

You can handle it.

⎼

You can’t handle it.

As one would expect, it’s hard to not fall in love with Spencer Reid. Just as it’s hard not to show it.

It feels like only yesterday the lanky man quite literally stumbled his way into your world and you decided, ‘Him. I will protect him with my life.’ And while you’d totally do that for anyone on the team, with Reid, it hits different.

After you landed in Las Vegas, you had a couple hours to kill before the reunion started, and as the good friend and partner you are, you suggested he show you all the places he frequented when he was little. For research, of course. After all, you’re playing his partner, so the more you know the better.

It’s definitely not because you’re invested in his life. Because that would be unprofessional.

(The way he beamed at you was totally worth it though.)

Then one step in the direction of his favorite eatery and he slipped on a patch of ice. You caught him in time, but the way he looked at you, brown eyes wide and filled with awe, made you feel things you shouldn't feel for a coworker.

It only snowballed from there. Everything about him is just so… endearing.

But you’re at your limit.

Love and affection threatens to spill out of you. Your hands flex in your coat pockets, itching to grab Spencer’s pretty face. Even your chest aches from your heart having swollen twice its size. You feel like you’re about to explode.

This might be the most difficult mission you’ve ever worked.

But this is it, you realize as you stand in front of the closed auditorium doors. This is the final lap. Where everything you’ve practiced really matters. You just have to keep up the charade for a few hours, then you won’t have to struggle to fight back the hearts in your eyes.

Although, your clothes fit tighter than you remember and you’re trembling. Why the fuck are you trembling?

Next to you Spencer eyes the double doors, almost like he’s daunted by them.

Multi-colored lights filter into the dark hallway, silhouettes flickering and shifting from the crack under the door as cheery holiday music faintly streams from behind them, accompanied by shouts and laughter. From his old classmates. Who are most likely making jokes at his expense.

Spencer already wants to go home.

“Ready, Doc?” As if sensing his hesitation, you offer a smile and an arm to him. Your eyes gleam with resolve. It’s more than enough for the both of you.

You can do this.

A deep breath, he slips his arm into yours. “Yep.”

He can do this.

Together, you open the doors.

AN: 2/4?? 

note: don’t expect part 3 to come out as quick. it’ll contain panic/anxiety descriptions and id like to take my time to write it best :))) i hope you enjoyed the last bit of happiness for a while :))))

also i apologize that i havent gotten to all the requests!! the ones posted on my masterlist are the ones currently being dealt with, but i’ll get through them eventually thx for the patience :D

i remember seeing a post ab Hotch x Prentiss and I didn’t get it but watching CM over again 

i get it i so get it. when theyve both gone to each other’s homes? *tears up*

and my hate for seaver has been reinforced :)))))

Photographer’s Paradise (Yuchan)

Title: Photographer’s Paradise

Paring: Chan x Reader

Genre: Spice

Word Count: 2.9K Words

Writer: Whattodowithkpop

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It was the talk of the company. Everyone was excited about A.C.E’s new comeback. Everyone was scrambling trying to prepare themselves, because The CEO had warned us this was going to be a big one. I was one of the photographers. I had worked with A.C.E many times before and was privileged to work with them again. I had worked with other groups, but it was always nice to work with A.C.E because of how sweet to the staff they were. 

Of course, this was a professional job and I always maintained professionalism, but with these boys it was sometimes hard. Many of the famine staff members had trouble because it’s clear to see these boy were good looking and to top of their good looks, they had many charms which made this a difficult job for any single woman. 

When I received my assignment, I experienced extreme perplexity. Looking at the words 'one on one’ had my curiosity piqued for the concept photos. My heart rate quickened when I saw I was photographing Chan. This caused my rapid palpitations because it was clear to many of the staff at Beat Interactive that I had a closer relationship with Chan over the rest, seeing how we had personalities that blended well together. In the most professional way, all I can say was my affection was towards all the members, but I had a soft spot for the youngest. With this new knowledge, I knew my job was going to be a lot harder.

~

The day of the photoshoot came. My mind was clear, seeing as I had a few days to compose myself and to reassemble my professional persona. The shooting location had a red backdrop, showing a bright contrast to the rest of the room which was a dim grey. This was the same location they have always used, so it was nothing new to me. I set up the camera as I wait patiently for Chan to arrive. As I set up, I hear a bright, cheery “Hello” echo through the room. I turn towards the voice, seeing Chan walk closer as he makes his way over to the backdrop.

“Hey Chan!” I greet him back excitedly. “Have you been well?”

“Yes, I’ve been well.” He smiles brightly as he bows in a greeting. “Have you been well?”

I laugh at his cuteness. “I’ve been good.”

I gesture towards the backdrop before asking. “Are you ready to take some photos?”

“I think I should ask you if you’re ready.” He laughs as he steps in front of the red backdrop. I raise my eyebrow in confusion as I stand behind the camera.

“Why is that?” I ask him, slight amusement in my tone.

“Have you heard anything about this comeback?” He asks, his tone matching mine.

“Not much, just that the fans are ready to get the first win.” I laugh, thankful that the fans were supporting the group so much.

“Nothing about the concept?” He pushes again, sticking his tongue out mischievously.

I laugh again, shaking my head. “I’ve heard nothing.”

“Prepare yourself.” He teases as he goes behind the backdrop to change his outfit. I shake my head with a smile, finding his antics adorable as I await his big reveal.

After a few short moments, I see him shuffle from behind the backdrop. I see the red, silk material that adorns his body, making my body freeze just slightly. As I trail my eyes up the outfit, my body begins to stiffen more as my eyes continue to inspect the outfit. When I reach his chest, my heart stops and my breath hitches as I see his bare chest peak from behind the silk material, also revealing a beauty mark displayed on his peck. I gulp as my eyes linger on the mark and his chest, only breaking my concentration when I hear Chan laugh loudly. I shake my head and clear my throat, trying to compose myself as I make my way to my camera.

“They’re really going all out this comeback.” I laugh nervously, feeling the temperature in the room spike to new heights.

“I told you, you need to prepare.” Chan laughs as he gets in his place in front of the camera.

“Okay.” I breathe out, putting on my professional persona. “Are you ready?”

Chan nods with a bright smile just before his facial expression changes into a focused, determined one, one to definitely make fans squeal.

~

The photo shoot was going well. I was proud of myself for staying as professional as I did in this situation. I had a few moments where my eyes would linger a bit too long or Chan would wait for my direction because I was too distracted by him. Of course, it didn’t take Chan long to realize the affect he had on me, making his cocky smile surface on many of the photos. I felt we had enough photos and many that fit the concept they wanted. I took one last photo before clapping my hands together.

“Chan, I think we got it.” I smile to him, keeping my eyes focused on his eyes. “You did great!”

“Are you sure we got it?” Chan asks, sounding a little disappointed.

“Yeah, these are really good.” I tell him as I look through the photos. “Look.” I walk the camera over to him to show the photos, scrolling through them slowly so he could examine each one.

“I think the fans will like it!” Chan chimes in excitedly.

“I think so too.” I laugh as I look up to him, only to realize the close proximity between the two of us. I feel my mouth dry up as my eyes dart to his chest for a spilt second before focusing on his eyes again.

“You should probably change, it’s a bit cold in here.” I clear my throat for what felt like the hundredth time as I step back from him to give him space.

“I actually feel hot.” He comments as he smirks down at me.

“Yeah, it’s a little stuffy in here.” I nod in agreement as I twirl my camera strap between my fingers.

“It’s a little concerning, actually.” Chan starts as he steps towards me, still giving us plenty of breathing room. “How hot I feel.”

“Oh really?” I ask him nervously, too scared that my voice would crack if I said much more.

“Yeah.” His voice drops as he reaches his hand out, grabbing my wrist. “See.” He whispers as he leads my hand to his chest, placing my hand flat against his peck.

I squeak loudly as my hand feels the heat radiate off his skin, making me shudder involuntarily.

“You look a little heated yourself.” He feigns worry as he leans his head down close to mine. “Do you need help cooling down?”

My eyes stayed glued to my hand that rests on his chest, not being able to look him in the eye. I watch as the sweat accumulated petrsperates on his golden skin, possessing me to begin to move my hand. 

I trace my finger down his chest, hugging the silk line that rested on his body. Chan sucks in a breath at my slow tracings. I trace the clothing’s v line all the way down until I reach the bottom where the two sides cross. I trace my finger up the other side, lingering a tad bit longer on his beauty mark. I unclean my fist, letting my nails gently scrape against him, just enough for him to feel it without any lasting marks. My palm rests against the expanse of his chest, making my eyes light up at the sight of his chest moving quickly from his heavy breathing.

“You’re amazing.” I tell him in a whisper as I trail my eyes up to his face, taking note at how beautiful he was. Chan tenses slightly at my words, not expecting me to retaliate his teasing. I feel his muscles tense with him, suddenly making me aware of the current situation. I shake my head roughly before pulling my hand away, stepping back from Chan as I clear my throat. Chan looks at me in confusion.

“I should probably pack up.” I tell him, feeling as if I had done something wrong. Chan looks down sadly, reality finally hitting him that this wasn’t something that could happen.

“Right.” Chan nods before bowing. “Thank you for your hard work!”

“Yes.” I bow back. “Thank you for your hard work as well.”

Chan waves enthusiastically as he makes his way out the door, thanking me one last time before leaving. I smile to myself as I finish packing up, thinking how sweet he was.

~

I had to speak with some of the photographers before leaving, making my stay in the building longer. It was a quick meet up, making me relieved that I was able to leave. After my day, I needed a cold shower.

I hold my camera bag strap around my body, keeping it from bouncing as I walk. My footsteps were quick as I can see the sunlight from the outside world, causing me to speed up my pace.

“Hey.” I hear a voice yell, making me turn towards it. I see Chan running up to me, his outfit changed into something that was more familiar making me smile.

“What’s up Chan?” I ask, turning towards him fully. He walks up to me, grabbing my hand as he pulls me further into the building.

“Chan?” I ask in confusion.

“I have to talk to you.” He smiles at me, continuing to pull me gently. He travels with a purpose making his way to a door towards the corner. He opens the door, leading us both inside.

“Chan, are we in a closet?” I ask him with a small laugh.

“Yes, it’s the most secluded place.” He laughs with me as he closes the door. The light disappears from the room, leaving us in total darkness. I stay still, afraid to bump into anything in the closet.

“What did you need to talk to me about?” I ask him, worry suddenly filling me as I realize I was in a small room with just Chan.

“About today.” He says without hesitation.

“Chan, we don’t have to.” I reassure him quietly. “I’m sorry that I let myself get carried away.”

“Please get carried away again.” He pleads as I feel him grasp my arm, trailing down to my wrist. “I got carried away too, and I wanted to get carried away again.”

“Chan!” I exclaim are him. “What are you on about?” He leads my hand to his chest again where I feel his rapid heartbeat.

“It’s hot again.” He whispers, pulling my body closer to his.

“Chan, this feels like a bad idea.” I whisper back, feeling my own heart quicken.

“Is that why your pulse is irregular?” He teases as he gently places his hand on my waist, directing me to where my back was resting on the wall.

I clench his shirt in my hand while my other hand grabs his arm, worried I was going to trip over something.

“It’ll be okay.” He tells me, his breath fanning over my face.

I gulp nervously as I feel his knee rest against the wall next to me. “Okay.” I nod, even though he couldn’t see it. Chan pushes his whole body against mine, squeezing me between the wall and him. I feel his lips on mine, immediately forcing my mouth open to push his tongue against mine. I groan into his mouth, bringing my hand up to the back of his neck to push him closer. I trail my hand down his chest, reaching the bottom of his shirt. I untuck it, reaching underneath the clothing to trail my hand up to his chest.

“If I knew chests were your weakness I would’ve shown it off sooner.” Chan chuckles as he pulls away, reaching for the back of his shirt to take it off.

“Chan.” I scold him, grabbing his wrist to pull it back down. “Not in here.”

“You’ve stopped me twice now.” He whines, leaning his head down to my neck. He places slow, drawn out kisses under my jaw, holding me up, gently, by my ribs to give me some height so he could reach my neck easier.

“We can meet after you get off.” I suggest through my heavy breathes. He continues to kiss up my jaw, kissing my lips again.

“Okay.” He agrees reluctantly, pulling away. “I’ll call you.” He states excitedly as he kisses my cheek before making his way out of the closet.

I smile at his excitement, patiently waiting in the closet for a few moments to not draw any suspicion onto either of us, before I exit, anxiously waiting his call.

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KALOPSIA [M] | epilogue

⇢  You walk into your home one day to find your cat walking on two feet, in a human form.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5| end

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Hybrid!au, smut.

Warnings: [M] for explicit description of sex, oral sex (f + m), dirty talk, fingering, lots of teasing, mentions of heat & knotting, switch!Jungkook.

Word count: 4.8k

A.N:  I was hoping to put this out sooner in order to celebrate @acciobts‘s birthday but I was swarmed with exams and had put this off for so long but thank you for being the best person I know 🤧❤��. For new readers, you don’t really need to read the entire series to read this, this is basically pwp if you skip the beginning and is intended to be the finale.

You were laying flat on your stomach when you finished your make-out session with Jungkook, a smile still dancing on your lips as you look at him laying right beside you on the bed with his eyes closed and a look of bliss painted all over his face from the perked little silky ears to the idle smile on his lips. You couldn’t help but admire his beauty that glows within him, even when he’s not even trying. In his full cat form too - you always imagined him being a handsome man if he ever could be one.

And you were right. Even though you couldn’t imagine him being anything more than a sulky feline that made you happier than anything else in this world.

“What’re you thinking about?” You hear him ask and even though his eyes were still closed, you felt like he was looking right through you.

“I don’t know… nothing in particular” you sigh, you can’t help but be sad just thinking about all the time he was gone and even though you expected yourself to be so happy at his return it only brought you even more confusion and questions. Why was he gone for so long and why at a short notice? Does he know anything about what you’ve gone through without him? You weren’t the kind of person to commit to anything even if you really wanted to, a relationship is a two person ship and as long as you’re not absolutely sure how Jungkook feels then, you can’t bring yourself to force anything onto him.

The conversation you had before he left crept into your mind, he did say he liked you but his actions are way too conflicting. How does he like you then leave the next day? You can’t help but want more with him and you feel horrible that you’re putting both yourselves in this situation. Did anything happen between him and Yeri when he was away? Why is he not explaining himself to you?

Wait.

Should you expect him to explain it to you?

“Hm” the sudden feeling of a warm finger tracing your neck brought you out of thought before his husky voice did, “you sure… It’s nothing?”

“It’s nothing… nothing I can do anything about, that is” you exhale the air that got trapped in your throat at his soothing touch, refusing to give in to how good it feels with him being here and touching you. He had to start speaking if he wanted anything with you, you needed some explanation… just anything to shut the voice at the back of your head thats screaming at you with uncertainty.

You don’t trust yourself to withhold long enough for him to explain everything, since he had arrived, all you could think about is how good you’re oh so sure he’d feel against you, if you just straddle him, you think. Deep inside, you know you won’t be able to stand another minute without touching him when he’s right there after all this time. You want him so bad and you could barely contain it and this feign unaffectedness act you’re putting on is less than an inch away from breaking apart.

“I do owe you an explanation, Yeri…” he sighed, “she was in trouble with a couple of people. She’s not the biggest fan of hybrids being adopted or kept in captivity at any circumstance, even if their owners were good people” he gave you a sweet look, stars dancing in his eyes as he rubbed more tickling circles on your palm, “She wasn’t treated well by people growing up, she finds it hard to accept people. She barged into some elder man’s house convincing his dog hybrid to run away but she got caught, and of course, he had to live in the area where she lives with Jimin and the boys”

Hold on… Jimin? That must be be a coincidence right?

The cocky smirk answers your unasked question, “He told me,” he licked his lips before ducking in to snuggle and sniff at your neck, “that he sees why I enjoy your neck rubs so, so much..” You swear you could die from how fast your heart is beating at how he whispered each and every syllable so slowly, so sexily.

“Did you think I was going to let you be here by yourself all alone? When” His words eating away at the little sanity you have left as he nibbled at the skin of your jaw, “there’s another man out there who wouldn’t waste a second to be holding you and touching you like I am right now?”

Confusion swirled in your mind before you understood the source of Jungkook’s threat, he was jealous of your friendship with Taehyung, it would have made you a bit irritated and maybe concerned if he wasn’t so cute and overprotective, you knew it wasn’t his usual behaviour to act like - he’d sulk and try to get extra pets and cuddles, “Y-you mean it’s because you’re needy and want me all to yourself - didn’t want someone else to wrap their arms around me just like you are right now.” He hadn’t stopped nibbling and kissing, only moving upwards to your ear and making the hair at the back of your neck standing up at his warm, now uneven breath.

“Damn right, I don’t!” he bites at your lobe, his teeth scraping at the surface before his tongue coats it once, then twice until you lose count. His kisses were just like those he gave you when his identity was still hidden. The shy butterflies in your tummy now soaring as they fly, your mind travels to the nights where Jungkook seemed agitated at the presence of Jin in your home, you should feel embarrassed at the memory of him watching as Jin took you from behind in bed but you can’t deny that it doesn’t turn you on a little bit, even though you didn’t actually know any better. You remember thinking it was ridiculous that your cat was scowling at the presence of another man in your bed but boy how wrong you are now.

You refuse to admit to the reason why your relationship with Jin didn’t work, he was a great handsome guy but he never made you feel as good as he tells you make him feel, you don’t remember ever reaching your climax with him. It might not have been his fault, you were just a really hard person to arouse let alone make cum but here you are panting at the faintest touch of Jungkook’s fingers.

The heat radiating from his body increasing as you pulled yourself closer to him, “J-jungkook, are you feeling alright? You’re really starting to burn up!” you were growing worried now even though his actions were so conflicting, he didn’t seem to be unwell. If anything, he seems like he was going to discard any dignity he had left. Your breathing grows heavier as his lips caress the scars he accidentally inflicted on you with his paws, nourishing your heart with love you didn’t think you’d receive from anybody in this world.

“I-I just need you to..” His voice going soft as he ducked his head onto your chest, rubbing his nose on the thin fabric that’s doing nothing to hide any bit of you, he suddenly stops his ministrations, he quickly rushes to his feet that it started to alarm you, is he feeling worse?! What are you to do? Should you dial the ambulance?

“Jungkook, what’s wrong?” You can barely speak as you rush after him when he leaves the room, his steps picking up speed when his ears twitched, probably from hearing your feet chase after him. “Hey! Please stop!” You call out when he shows no sign of stopping, quickly heading to the door that separates your home from the cold outside.

“Y/n, I…” you hear him panting, “I don’t want you to see me like this” you hear him say softly, along with the sound of your heart breaking. “ I don’t want to take you when I’m like this”

“W-what do you mean?” You pleaded, along with your eyes that threaten to spill tears any moment. “Please let me have a look at you, maybe I could help!”

You could tell that he was really conflicted, his large hand covering the door knob but not turning yet. You didn’t wait before wrapping your hand around his waist from behind, “Please don’t leave, I won’t be able to sleep without you and I can’t let you go until I know you’re okay” you tried to negotiate as you burry your face in the groove of his back, trying to hide your tears and in all of a sudden…

His demeanour had quickly changed once he turned around, the worried look in his eyes when he ran outside your room is long gone, now replaced with total darkness. You were about to speak when he had let go of the door, the sound so loud in the quiet space of your living room making you almost flinch.

“If I stay, we’re not going back to bed until I’m done with you” he growls as he brings his hand around the front of your throat, sitting just at the base as his fingers wrap around either side but not applying a lot of pressure but enough to let the heat pool somewhere in my belly, perhaps to let me know that it was my decision to make. Let him go or le-

“Unless… I fuck you on it…” he whispers before grabbing your shoulders and turning you till the next thing you know is your front is pressed against the wall, your chest heaving at the way he’s handled you so roughly, so unexpectedly.

“But I’d prefer doing it right here” you hear him say as you feel his hand tracing the skin of your legs upwards, before reaching your thigh and suddenly, you can feel him behind you. His front flush against your back, his sweatpants doing nothing to conceal the feel fo his cock as he rocks it against your ass. His other hand reaches your front and tugs at the fabric of your top trying to lift it but settled with it being at the top of your breast, high in your chest over having to pull you away from the floor and taking it off completely.

You should feel embarrassed that he’s caught you without your bra, but instead you were heaving with anticipation of whats to come, what he’d say and do when he finds out that you’re not wearing panties either.  You feel his breath on your neck as uneven as yours, his hands suddenly turning you around once again, just for him to have a look at you.

He eyed your breasts, you were blessed to have a little more than a handful of flesh there but suddenly, you felt embarrassed in the open, your nipples now feeling hardened and aching from the cold air before Jungkook went diving down and taking one of your breasts in his mouth enclosing it around your nipple and sucking hard, you couldn’t escape the moan building in your throat as he growled, “you’re so perfect” before his fingers enclosed around your neglected breast and tugging, his mouth was tracing kisses and sucking at any piece of skin closely “perfect face”, you hear him say as his tongue traced your jaw, “perfect tits” making you groan as his tongue turned to the nipple that hadn’t met with his mouth, sucking hard and pressing kisses. He started sliding his hand between your legs, his head now nuzzled into your neck as you whimpered, your knees are slowly losing their strength you think.

Pleasure had travelled into every single cell of your body as his fingers traced around your clit through your shorts, you couldn’t help arching your back when his fingers suddenly tapped at it before travelling further south, his fingers digging at your slit making you forced your eyes shut, you could die right now. You knew you were soaking his fingers, hell, he knew you were soaking his fingers. A moan escaped your throat at the feeling of his tongue, the sensation of his tongue at your neck.

“Oh god!” You couldn’t help but groan when he brought his fingers in front of you, they were drenched with your slick.

“You dirty, dirty girl” he taunted, “you can’t help yourself, can you?” He catches your gaze with his as he brings his fingers up to his mouth, his tongue closing around his fingers as your breath gets caught in your throat once again. Making you moan out as he let out a groan.

“This isn’t supposed to be how our first time goes down, I wanted to take it slow, make love to you but…” he flicked his tongue against the inside of his cheek, “Why do that when we can just jump right into the fun, I’m gonna give you what your eyes have been begging me for and you’re going to just take it” he was getting himself as worked up as you are, you’re so sure that your wetness is travelling down your thighs at his words, fuck.

He was greedy, his mouth now on yours sucking and his hand now groping at the flesh of your ass, pushing you against him. You raised your arm, circling around the back of his neck and you can feel his hand moving to your core again, his fingers working around the fabric in search for your skin, his fingers entered you, moving inside of you and you feel nothing but bliss, the pulse between your legs is harder to ignore, wishing he could do something to ease the pain but once his fingers exited you, he thrusted them back in, making you moan loud, every muscle in your belly clenching at the pace.

You let your head hang on his shoulder “Jungkook, p-please! I need more!” You can feel his breathy laugh against your cheek, “you need more?” He taunted, his tongue now moving towards your jaw, nibbling and sucking the skin into his mouth as his fingers leave your core, his lips now next to my ear when he whispers in a low growl, “I’ll give you what you want, baby. I’m going to eat you so good” making the hairs of your skin stand tall, a moan escaped its way out of your lips once more, both his hands are now kneading the flesh of your ass, massaging away any tension before ripping the shorts off you. You felt his whole body descend against you, you watched him as he dropped to his knees, he was fully clothed while you are completely naked, completely at his mercy.

“Open up for me,” he demanded, his eyes dark, you knew this was no request. You shifted your legs apart, hoping nothing would gush out onto to the wooden floor when you make space for his body, he didn’t let a single second pass before he took your clit into his mouth, his tongue drawing circles and sucking hard, making your knees grow so weak that you held yourself steady by taking hold of his head, your fingers tugging his feline ears as he swirled his tongue around your clit again, the pull making him moan and the sound vibrated within you, his tongue never relented, you could feel yourself releasing any minute. 

It was when he glided his tongue along your slit when you let out another whimper, “Jungkook, please!” You panted, you tried to stop yourself from rolling your hips onto his tongue, to get him back to your clit but he didn’t let you go far. His fingers were holding you still when he pressed his tongue inside you, moving and licking. “So wet, is this all for me?” You hear him taunt again, the heat that was once in your lower body is now everywhere, spreading down your legs and eventually your toes, making them curl and you knew you were so, so close.

“and a pretty pussy too” he growls, he covered your clit with his fingers, drawing lazy, faint circles as if he knew it throbbed, he knew exactly what you needed to let go. Your cheeks filled with almost embarrassment when you opened your eyes to see him staring straight through you, he looked so, so good pleasuring you “you feel so good Jungkook, oh my god!” You couldn’t help but scream the words out, they were responded with a smirk, “yeah? You taste so good”

He moved his eyes to your clit, before catching it with his mouth and you couldn’t hold back anymore, you rolled your clit against his tongue with every thrust of your hips, keeping his exactly where you needed him and this time, he let you move and grind onto his greedy tongue, he was lapping at you everywhere, making you grit your teeth together as your orgasm spilled over you and landing onto his tongue, everything was so still and the only sound you hear is the sound of your heart beating, everything so muted as your eyes rolled back in your head before the sound of Jungkook’s tongue against you faded in, he’s landing soft kisses around your core before he stood up to meet you.

He dived for your mouth, his aim for your lower lip as his teeth tug and he sucks on it, letting you taste yourself when his tongue invades yours. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you as you kiss him and relishing in the feeling of him, the taste of him. You let a hand drop, landing your palm onto his chest and getting frustrated that you’re not feeling skin and instead, you’re feeling the fabric of his shirt

“Take this off” you demand, tugging on it as he goes for your neck, kissing bruises and marks, “Please! I want to feel you” you tried to rid him of the offensive piece of clothing but the weight of his arms won’t let it budge, getting frustrated when he didn’t do anything about it. You used all the strength you had left hoping it’d tear away but to no avail as he steps back, a lazy smirk hanging on his lips. His eyes were full of darkness, nothing else to see. He was so worked up, his ears hanging high on his head. His fingers folding under the shirt only to bring it up as he lifted his arms up slowly, his toned torso never looked so enticing as it does now, his abs begging you to touch, to kiss, to suck. Your eyes were following every movement of his hand, you knew he was teasing you, loving the way your mouth is open and the way you’re almost drooling. Goddamn him!

The shirt was discarded after what seemed like hours behind him when he started to work on his sweatpants, his fingers working fast to untie it and it was off in a second, you could’ve never prepared yourself to welcome the sight before you, he was standing in all his glory, one that you’ve seen before with no hint of underwear.

“Surprised?” He whispered as he took steps towards you. Yours eyes had nowhere to go, so drawn to his erection, his cock was full and hard, leaning against his stomach. Your eyes widened when his hands descended to wrap around it, working his fingers up and down yet his eyes were still fixed at you. There was absolutely nothing you want to do right now but take him in your mouth, try to give him at least half of the pleasure he’d given you.

You were sinking to your knees when he stood right in front of you, his hand leaving his cock to pat your head before taking a fistful of your hair and tugging down, forcing you to match your eyes with the level of his, “what a good girl you are for me, on your knees without me having to ask” he growled, his words doing nothing to soothe the ache thats starting to build in your core again.

“Can I taste you?” You ask with the sweetest voice you could muster, your hand already wrapping around one of his thighs and the other is tentatively reaching for the tip, up-close you could see how red it is demanding for relief, the room was dark and the only light there is whatever was allowed by the door of your lit bedroom. You hear a shuffle when you wrapped your fingers the redness, looking up to find Jungkook leaning against the wall with a hand and his eyes closed shut, you think you heard a please amongst the grunts he let out when you moved your fingers even further, gripping him by the base and feeling more comfortable on your knees.

You reached for the tip with your tongue, giving a tender lick to the tip where a bead of pre-cum has collected. He tasted sweet, sweet as the rest of him. You wanted this to be perfect for him, not knowing if he’s ever had been in someone’s mouth before, you wanted to be perfect for him. You sucked the tip into your mouth, tongue rolling against the head when you felt his thigh shake,

“Fuck!” He growls, the hand in your hair is forcing you to take more of him and you were more than happy to supply, you took whatever you could of him and swirled your tongue around his thickness, he was so heavy on your tongue that the more you took of him, the less able you were to do anything but suck.

“You’re so good, so good” you hear him moan, he didn’t warn you when he snapped his hips forward, forcing you to take all his length and knocking the breath out of you. His tip was in your throat when he let out a groan, he was abusing your mouth with his pace and you stood still, taking all that he’s giving to you.

And in all of a sudden, you were off the floor and into his arms. His mouth chasing yours for a kiss, your legs were on either side of his waist when he moved into your room, his length rubbing against your slit as he walked, “I want to fuck you here” he casually said, his back was facing the foot of the bed when you decided to take matters into your own hands, you wanted to please him, give him everything you want before he could even offer.

You push him onto the bed, his eyes were wide when he landed but the smirk playing on his lips didn’t fade. You crawled onto the bed, your eyes locked with his as you straddled him, his hands were immediately cupping the back of your thighs, his fingers never leaving your skin as you leaned down to capture his mouth in a kiss, groaning when he let your tongue in. He’s so warm, he tasted so sweet and you couldn’t have enough, chasing after his tongue and sucking it into yours while your hands roamed his body for any untouched inch of skin. You left his mouth for his jaw, not leaving the opportunity to suck bruises to hear him let out breathy moans, you reached his chin when something more appealing caught your eyes.

You didn’t bother to make him anticipate before diving for his nipples, they were hard and asking for attention. Your tongue traced idle circles to test the waters, but when he started panting, you sucked it into your mouth. He was moaning loud, not holding back his sound that kept you going, and suddenly you felt something wet against your tummy, looking down you noticed how much he had been oozing.

He likes this a lot, making you the one smirking until he positioned his cock at your opening and pushing in, holding no restraint and moaning louder now that your heat is covering his tip, he was sliding his cock out before all of it was in you, teasing the tip in and then taking it out.

“Do you want me, y/n?” He had the audacity to tease. You weren’t sure if what he’s doing is to tease you or himself, but you couldn’t stand anymore second of it. The ache inside you begged to be relieved, you gripped his cock by the base and moaning when you sunk slowly, making yourself feel every inch of it until he was completely inside you. You let out a moan, not being able to stay silent. You hovered his mouth with yours, your hips rolling against his, his eyes watching where you connected and closed when you touched his lips with yours, you were sharing the same shaky breath, he’s so beautiful under you, so beautiful and so sweet, his moans joined yours and resonated the room when you picked up the pace, his cock was sliding in easily, not that you’re shocked with how much you were dripping.

You felt him so deep, wanting this moment to last forever, you kissed him and moaned into his mouth, “I’m getting close” you whispered, you knew you were going to come soon, he was working you up all night, this was inevitable.

“Yeah?” You hear him whisper, “cum for me then, cream all over my cock” he grunts as he holds you deeper against him, his hands were bruising your hips as his lifted off the bed to meet yours, his thrusts were getting fast, fast and deep. You were about to lose your mind and body to this euphoric feeling thats threatening to take you over, you needed more, just a bit more.

A gasp left your lips when your tummy was met with the bed, he had flipped you over. His hands were quick on your hips, handling you roughly to get you to match the level of his cock before he slid right in, taking you from behind. He was so deep now, reaching places inside you that haven’t been explored, his width was tearing you apart at his pace, he was relentless.

“I said cum!” You hear him grunt, one of his hands quickly moved to circle your clit, his fingers were as merciless as his hips, he rubbed you and worked you up so close to your high, and suddenly he was getting bigger, you could feel it, he was growing inside of you.

“Baby?” You tried to see if he’s okay but you were spent, “you’re getting so big” you moan, you knew he wasn’t gonna stop, you’d just have to take it. You sucked in a breath, holding it when you felt him expand further, his thighs were meeting yours as he snapped his hips further, his cock now catching on your slit when he pushes in at his size.

“I’m going to cum in you” you hear him say, his fingers moved up to wrap around your lower belly  “I’m going to cum and you’re going to keep it in here but before I do” you hear him pant, bringing his mouth close to your ear “you’re going to cum” his words pushed you over the edge, you squeezed your eyes shut, the world fading out again as you peaked.

You felt wetness fall down your thighs, Jungkook was pounding into you harder, his hips grinding onto you and his groans filling the room when he came, he came in long spurts and they were quickly filling you up making you moan, the movement causing you friction.

“Fuck” you hear Jungkook say, his body collapsing on your back with his elbow supporting his weight off you on the bed, “I’m still cumming” he says, one of his hands descending to slide his cock out of you, and sure enough he was still spilling cum, it was getting everywhere on the sheets.

“What was that?” You say from your spot on the bed, not having enough energy to turn over and not wanting to lose any of the cum inside of you.

“That was my body trying to knot you” he replies with a breathy laugh, his lips pressing kisses on your back. “Sorry I should’ve told you, my heat is anytime soon and I think it started.”

His fingers started drawing the softest circles on your thighs, “are you okay?” He asks with concern in his voice.

“Yeah” you say as you turn over, taking his face in both your hands “I feel… perfect just really tired” you let out a laugh.

“You do feel perfect” he whispers before claiming your lips, “I love you.”

Summer of Smut Writing Challenge: Exposure

Pairing: SLBP Sanada Yukimura x MC (OC)

Theme: Day 2 - Applying Sunscreen

Summary: Smut, but it’s propaganda from the Skin Cancer Foundation and the person who commissioned it thinks Yukimura is a bottom.

Rating: NC-17/Explicit (for heavy petting, handjobs, diet femdom, and dirty talk)

Word Count: 4.3k

Notes: My second entry into @voltage-vixen ‘s writing challenge! Day 2 came and went, but I couldn’t not post this one! I honestly had no shot at making it, but I figured it counts as banging on the beach anyway. shhhhhh I know it’s past midnight

I sincerely thought this would be way shorter, but my writing style had different plans. Either way, I had a BUH-LAST writing this and I hope you enjoy it too!

Again, I wrote this with my own MC Botan. But if your MC vibes with this too then that’s wonderful!

Ao3: here

"Oi, Botan!"

With a start, her eyes opened. The sound of crashing waves accompanying Yukimura's voice.

"Damn, I must have fallen asleep," she mumbled to herself as she sat up on her towel. She had decided to tag along with him for his morning workout on the beach. Apparently, sand was a great surface for resistance training. She didn't care much for that, honestly. Her plan was to workout by getting a decent swim in before the beach got too crowded. Unfortunately, the waves had been too choppy that morning to risk swimming in, so she decided to lay on her towel and catch up on some reading. Somewhere along the way, she fell asleep with her magazine on her chest. Luckily for her, her phone said it was only 9 in the morning, so the sun wasn't at full blast. She slowly sat up, noting how hot her skin felt before she turned to her husband. "How's that sand treating you?"

He was jogging towards her thoroughly drenched in sweat and flushed. Despite his appearance, which would normally be paired with exhaustion, he had a huge satisfied grin on his face. "It's great! I could run so much further. I wish we had some to run in at home." He slowed down once he made it to their towels and briskly sat down on the towel next to her. "I love it here, it's so quiet. I can only imagine what it was like for you growing up here."

"Mmhmm," she nodded along as he started talking; About how much he liked her hometown, about the benefits of sand training, but her attention kept getting drawn to the beads of sweat pooling on and trickling down his skin. He didn't seem to notice her eyes on his glistening collarbone though. However, as much as she loved ogling him, Botan's nurturing instincts took over and she reached for her bag where she had kept a smaller towel and a cold water bottle waiting for him.

"Ah, thanks!" he said when she handed them to him. He put them in his lap and peeled his sweat soaked shirt off before he started to towel down. 

Okay, back to ogling.

Botan found herself heating up even further as she watched him wipe himself down. She couldn't look away from the way his soft skin pulled over taut muscles. As she watched him, she noticed the blurred line near across his back where he had started to turn a light shade of pink. An alarm bell went off in her head, but before she could voice her concern, a light bulb went off too, putting the beginnings of a mischievous smirk at the corner of her mouth.

"Yukimura," she began in a worried tone, "how long has it been since you applied sunscreen?"

He stopped drinking his water so he could think. "Hmm, I put some in when we got out here so...An hour ago?"

"Well, you know," she leaned in towards him, nothing too suggestive, "You're supposed to reapply sunscreen every two hours. And immediately after excessive sweating."

Yukimura blinked at her, "But it's only been an hour."

Botan blinked back, "But the last part."

There was a pause as he thought about it, "Oh...right," he looked down in the sand like he was ashamed. So cute.

Botan laughed a little as she got up on her knees, "And even then, you probably wiped it all off your face just now," she swept aside a damp lock of hair that was clinging to His forehead. Her gentle touch caused him to blush. Now was her chance, "Here, I'll help you put it on."

"W-What? You don't have to do that," he turned his head towards her, but quickly turned away when his eyes accidentally made contact with her backside as she went to dig through her bag.

"No, don't worry about it," she pulled out a large bottle of sunscreen along with a smaller tube. "Your arms are probably all worn out from your workout, it's the least I can do." 

"But....the....well, um, okay," He couldn't really protest at that point because she had already squeezed a coin-sized amount of sunscreen into her hand from the small tube.

She kept a warm smile on her face as she scooted closer to his side, "Here, I'll just start with your face." She applied small dollops of the white cream to his forehead, cheeks, nose, and chin. She almost cracked up at the way his eyes darted everywhere and anywhere except down in the hopes of avoiding a glance at her chest. He was lucky she had decided against straddling his lap, honestly. He did close them once she started to rub it into his skin, which made him relax. She gently massaged it in until the purple tint it left was no longer visible. "Oh, almost forgot your neck," she murmured to herself more than anyone. 

"Mm, okay," he responded. His eyes didn't open when she reopened the bottle. This time, she rubbed it between her hands before carefully rubbing it on his chin and neck. He looked so calm and serene then, the sun hitting his face from the east. Once she had finished, she found herself sliding her palms up either side of his neck until she was holding his head by his jaws.

His baby blue eyes opened, curious to why she stopped. "Botan?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I just wanted to get a good look at you." her voice was so gentle, but her eyes could have eaten him alive.

"Oh..." he started to stammer, but decided to just look away to the side.

Her fingers that had been in his hair pinched together and tugged. "Eyes on me, Yukimura."

Her voice was still just as gentle, but he knew to listen when she spoke like that. He swallowed his nerves and looked right into her dark eyes. He could feel his heart rate climbing steadily again as he did so.

Slowly, Botan lowered her head to his so she could plant a single soft kiss, lips on plush lips. She heard his breath hitch as she pulled away, and she saw that his cheeks were back pink again. His eyes were back on her though, waiting for her next move.

"Lay down on your back, alright?" she murmured, still close enough to his face so that he could hear her.

"Alright..." he nodded, reluctantly leaning back so he could reposition himself accordingly.

After squeezing a generous portion from the larger bottle, Botan began to massage the sunscreen over his broad shoulders and the back of his neck. Luckily for her, this sunscreen took a little more effort to rub all the way in, so she had extra time to enjoy how solid he was. Every once in a while, she would purposefully let her fingertips press into a muscle so she could gauge how tight it was. Each time she did, he would let out a little pleased grunt, which sent an instant jolt of intrigue to her core. This was already going so well.

With the next large blob, she took care of his back, rubbing up and down along the expanse of it, her thumbs meeting in the dip above his spine.

"Ack! Um, I mean..." he jumped when her hands made it to his lower back. She tutted to herself, as she hadn't even dipped below the waistband of his trunks like she wanted to. She went extra slow, liking the way he started to squirm and wriggle beneath her touch.

"How about I get the back of your thighs too? Or would you rather do that yourself?"

"Um, I can get that myself."

"Alright then, can you turn over?"

".......Actually, can you get the back of my thighs?"

Botan had to stop herself from laughing out loud. "I mean, I can but I'll still want you to turn over after that."

She could see the deep flush on the tip of his ear. "Just...you know what, I'll, um...do the rest myself."

Botan feigned being upset, "Aww," she cooed, leaning up against his back, so that her chest pressed against him while she spoke in his ear. "Are you sure you can? I'd hate for you to miss a spot, and I'm nothing if not thorough."

He tensed up beneath her, "Gah! Fine! Just don't put those-- those--" they both knew he couldn't say it, and they both knew he fucking loved how they felt. Which is why when he finally turned over, she wasn't at all surprised to see him straining out of his shorts. Seeing him already hard made her head swell up with a totally healthy combination of pride and lust, but she kept the smile on her face even though Yukimura was back to blushing and looking away from her.

"I'll start with your arms, okay?" she said in her saccharine sweet voice as if she had never been so brazen in the first place.

Yukimura closed his eyes and nodded wordlessly. It looked as if he was desperately trying to focus on quelling his arousal. She decided to spare him just a little by making quick work of his arms. She had plenty of chances to casually grope those whenever she wanted anyways. Although she did enjoy the way his eyebrows furrowed when her thumbs massaged at his biceps.

His legs were a similar situation, at least for his shins. As she worked her way up past his knees, she noticed that his thighs were trembling from how tightly he was clenching them. Surely enough, his thighs were so tight she could barely squeeze them when she ran her hands over them.

"You're going to pull something if you stay this tight, you know," she couldn't help but tease him.

"I-I'll be just fine--!!" he choked on his words when her thumbs rubbed at the comparatively softer skin of his inner thighs right where his trunks ended. The way the bulge in them twitched was absolutely unmistakable.

"Don't even worry about that, I'm almost done," she assured him, but they both knew good and well what the last area she needed to cover was.

Botan took her time squeezing out enough sunscreen for his torso. She watched the way his fists were clenched tight as he attempted to steel himself for her touch. This was exactly what she had been waiting for and she wanted the savor moment. She methodically rubbed her hands together before placing them flat on his stomach. His abs clenched beneath her, sending a rush through both of them. She focused on the way his skin and muscles rippled beneath her hands as she rubbed up and down his abdomen until her mouth was watering. She specifically watched the way he twitched as she followed suit on his sides. She had to swallow when he grunted because of her fingers circling around his Apollo's belt. 

With what remained, she slid her hands up and over his chest. There wasn't much on her hands by then, but she was eager to feel his nipples harden beneath her palms. His heart was racing as she groped and squeezed at his pecs until she ran out of product. She had looked away to get one last squeeze when he spoke up again.

"Botan, I-- Guh!" he choked on his spit and started having a coughing fit.

She was genuinely worried now, "Are you okay?"

"I'm--" cough, cough, "It's--" hack, hack, "Your--"

She quickly had him sit up and passed him his water bottle. Once his coughing settled, she asked him, "What was it you were about to say?"

His eyes were looking to the side so intensely it must have hurt. "Your....your--"

"Look at me."

He listened, but he was now staring at her face so intensely His gaze could have burned a hole in her forehead. "Y-Your, your top is..."

Botan looked down, sure enough, while she was bent over him, she had begun to spill out of her bikini top. "Ah! Thanks." She quickly adjusted herself, looking around to see if they were still alone on the beach. To their left lone lifeguard was posted up far enough away that she could really only tell they were a lifeguard by them being up in the chair and a couple had walked past them to their right but hadn't paid them any attention. 

If there was ever a time to strike, it was now.

"Yukimura," she started once she finished adjusting, "please tell me what you need."

"Huh?!" he looked like a deer in headlights when she straddled his lap. "What are you doing?!" His voice was a scandalized whisper.

She squeezed the sunscreen in her hand and slowly began to spread it across her palms as she spoke, "I can tell there's something bothering you, and I believe we're at our best when we're honest with each other," she placed her hands on his chest and pushed him so he was on his back again. "Don't you agree?"

"I--" Yukimura closed his eyes and hissed through his teeth when she gave his chest a deliberate and forceful squeeze before she started rubbing again. Despite how blatantly aroused he was, his hands clenched at the towel by his sides.

"C'mon, tell me," she encouraged him. She even positioned herself so that she was barely brushing against his erection to coax the words out of him. "I can't help you if I don't know what's going on in your mind."

When his eyes opened again, they were brimming with lust, exactly what she wanted to see. "I need to touch you," he breathed, finally not looking away. "I need to touch you so bad I don't know how long I can take it!"

Botan's hands made it up to his shoulders. As she gripped them, she lowered her face towards his. He closed his eyes in anticipation. Yukimura knew not to touch her until she said so when they got like this. The fact that he stayed true to that rule even when he was as worked up as this made her so very proud. 

"Well you're in luck," she purred once their noses brushed against each other. Her tone instantly changed to an innocent and upbeat one when she sat up and handed him the bottle. "Because it's my turn now!"

"Oh?" After the haze he was in faded a little, he sat up and got onto his knees. "Where do you want me to start?"

She was already on her stomach next to him with her hair swept to the side, "Do me exactly the way I did you."

"O-okay," he took a deep breath as he prepared his hands with sunscreen, "So you want me to start on your back?" His voice was tense with restraint as he waited for further instruction.

"Yes, that would be perfect," she smiled at him, giving him the say so.

His hands on her were clumsy and rough. It was as if he was fighting his awkwardness about touching her, his desire to please her, and his need to take things further all at once in an underground cage match. She could hear his labored breathing and him muttering to himself to stay focused. Unintentionally, she let out a small gasp when he squeezed too hard around her lower back.

"Sorry...I know you're sensitive there," he was truly apologetic and she knew he meant it.

"It's nothing, just keep going."

"It's just..." he began as he started on her calves, "you're just so soft..." he worked his way up her legs until he was halfway up the back of her thighs. Sensing his hesitation, she reached back and swatted at his thigh.

"I'll need you to cover everything." her voice was still sweet, but there was a stern undertone to her words, "I'd be pretty upset if that area in particular got burned."

"Botan..." he paused, but his hands didn't leave her until he finally took more from the bottle. Slowly, his hands slid up until they finally left a trail of white over her butt.

"Mmm, good job," Botan moaned as his hands worked back downwards. "Make sure you rub it in properly too, I don't want a whitecast either."

"Yes, Botan," he sounded like he was in a trance by then. In that same state, he covered her arms and the front of her legs once she turned over. She stopped him once he had his hands on her thighs.

"You know, Yukimura, you've done a pretty good job so far," she held herself up on her elbows, "I ought to reward you for being so diligent."

"What? Now?" he was surprised that she even brought rewards up now. In the morning. In public. He gasped when she reached out to pull at the drawstring on his swim trunks. "Are you sure?"

"I mean, unless you want to walk around with that going on," she directly gestured to his tent, "then we better take care of it while no one else is around."

He looked around to confirm what she said before leaning in as if he was suddenly trying to hide something. "What do you want me to do....?"

Botan grinned at his compliance, "I need you to finish covering me first."

Eager to see what she had in store for him, he started to rub her legs again. She started moaning again when his hands were on the uppermost area of her thighs, which made him squeeze them harder.

"Get on top of me," she tugged at his loosened waistband, "just like I did." She smiled once she felt his weight on her hips. "And get the sunscreen."

He wasn't sure why she specifically told him to get some sunscreen until he noticed her reaching into her bag for yet another small bottle. She squirted a small amount into her right hand before rubbing it across her palm with her fingers. He was about to ask her what it was when she deliberately put it in his pants and it made direct contact with his throbbing erection. He yelped out loud when her fingers cinched tightly around the base.

"Keep rubbing me and I'll keep rubbing you." The way she was able to look so sweet and gentle while she said such things was truly beyond him, but he was close to his limit as far as being teased was concerned, so he quickly put his hands on the soft curves of her stomach.

He let out a choked breath as his hands slid up towards her rib cage, as hers slid slowly up his shaft, her thumb rubbing the underside of the tip once it made it there. Curiously, she mirrored his movement, slowly sliding back down to the base as his hands slid down towards her bikini line. 

"Ahh, Botan..." he caught himself moaning as they continued, "Could you please go faster?"

After humming for a moment, she replied, "I'll give what I get."

And so he kept rubbing the sunscreen into her stomach, his pace slowly picking up and making hers do the same in return. After one particularly embarrassing moan from him, Botan kept her fist around the tip of his dick and started to rub at the slit with her thumb until it oozed precum.

"I love feeling your hands all over me," she moaned, catching his eyes. "But there's one spot you haven't gotten yet, and that's where I want to feel them the most."

"Ahhhh, b-but the same way?" he asked, referring to how she shamelessly groped him.

She nodded, gesturing for him to get one last dose of sunscreen. "You're going to need a lot."

One final generous portion was on his hands when he placed them on her shoulders. His breath caught again when he rubbed across her collarbone because her strokes quickened a considerable amount. Her wrists started to expertly flock in sync with her strokes once his palms found the tops of her breasts beneath the straps of her bikini.

"Botan, I'm close...!" She could already tell because he was getting to be a little loud, but she put her free hand over his to reassure him.

"Do it then. Touch me, and I'll let you cum."

That word alone could have done it to him if she hadn't tightened her grip around the base in anticipation. He took another shaky breath before he let his hands slide into the cups of her top.

"Mmm, yes, perfect," she groaned out once his hands finally grasped at her chest. "Ah, your hands feel perfect, keep rubbing them." 

Yukimura was going through a sensory overload. Her breasts felt amazing. Her soft skin even more slippery beneath the sunscreen. And as he rubbed it in, the way they glistened in the sun reminded him of glaze on fresh donuts. At the same time, her hand stroking him was relentless. She had even used her other hand to pull his head down towards her so she could whisper in his ear.

"You did such a good job." Her ministrations were now focused mainly towards his tip. "Maybe tonight I'll let you have at me until neither of us can take it anymore."

His brain was all but shut off at this point, "Ahhh, yes, please..."

"Ooh, if we weren't here on the beach, I'd let you have me right now. Would you like that?"

"Mmph," his replies had been reduced to nonverbal moans and grunts by then, but the way he groped at her breasts until they were falling out of her top again indicated his positive answer.

"But we couldn't do that here, no," she licked at the shell of his ear, making a shiver run through him, "because if we did, you'd totally give us away when I'd make you scream out like you always do."

"You're so-- ahh! I can't hold it anymore!" he grunted out as her thumb quickly swept up and down the sensitive underside of his dick and her fingers did the same around the head. He came in multiple hot spurts that she felt oozing through her fingers. She kept at it and claimed his mouth in a searing kiss so that his cries of pleasure would be hers to hear alone. Her hand at the back of his neck wove into his still damp hair as she held him close. They stayed like that, kissing and still gently rubbing each other until a certain familiar voice called them back to reality.

"Try playing with his ass next time."

"Wha--?!" Yukimura jumped up off of her in an instant. There stood Saizo, holding a bag and a beach chair, smiling and apparently unbothered by what he had just witnessed. "How long have you been standing there?!"

Saizo merely shrugged, "Who's to say?"

"This isn't what it-- We were--! I need to go clear my head!" Beet red, Yukimura sprinted off until he was deep in the water and dove under a wave head first.

Saizo chuckled to himself as he set his chair up. "Productive morning, huh?"

With a wistful sigh, Botan sat up and adjusted her top accordingly before she wiped her hands off on the discarded sweat towel. "For the most part, yeah. He's still pretty jumpy though."

"Some things never change," Saizo sat beneath their umbrella. When they looked out into the surf, they saw Yukimura was now wading alone, looking out to the sea. Further down to the right, Little Sasuke and his dad were playing catch and more people were beginning to populate the beach.

"I should go check on him," Botan gave Saizo an apologetic smile, though she knew he probably didn't need it. "Will you watch our stuff or me?"

Saizo nodded wordlessly before he began to write in some kind of notebook. With that being all the communication she'd probably get, she made her way out into the water.

"How are you feeling?" she asked once she was standing next to Yukimura amongst the waves.

"I'm alright," he sounded fine, but there was a certain distance in his eyes.

"Was all of that okay for you?" she placed a gentle hand on his back. "If it wasn't, then I totally understand. I probably shouldn't have taken it so--"

He shook his head so hard a few droplets of water got in her mouth making her stop. "No, it was....it was great, actually."

Botan's eyebrows raised in joy, "It was?" 

"Yeah, I think it was something to do with you taking care of me after a workout....and then," the sun was glistening against his pink cheeks, "I you felt so good...and you smelled so good...and everything you said made me not care that we were out here." Even though he was still blushing, he looked towards her with a smile, "You shouldn't worry so much, you know. If I didn't like what you were doing, I would have stopped you like we practiced."

Botan felt like her heart could have burst at the sight of that face. She leaned on his shoulder, linking her hand with his. "You're right. I'm glad you enjoyed it as much as I did."

They stayed like that, swaying along with the calmed down waves before Botan lifted her head to whisper in his ear.

"Besides, you owe me an orgasm now."

Yukimura tensed up at first but smiled back at her, "I guess I do."

She left his side and walked further out into the water. "Luckily for us, we'll need to reapply after we're finished swimming anyway!" she said before diving underneath an incoming wave.

Yukimura followed after her with a grin. They ended up being too tired to stay on the beach for much longer, but that night, he paid her back in full and then some.

Dick Grayson: Meeting Your Heroes

A/n: Bit random but I thought it was a cute idea.

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Ever since you’d discovered he was Nightwing, your boyfriend was simply underwhelmed by your lack of enthusiasm or any reaction at all regarding his vigilantism. Like his family had discussed when he brought up the ‘issue’, this was the best case scenario - not only had you stayed with him, you didn’t make yourself apart of that side of his life, it was simply as if nothing had changed. Which, to every hero, was the ideal outcome for confessing their alias to their significant other.

Dick on the other hand decided he required a reaction, he’d made it a secret competition between you two. He wouldn’t hide anything, if you asked a question then he’d tell you about his night in full detail if only to get something from you. Or least a reason as to why you were so collected with all of this.

It started when he climbed through the window one particular night, crimson decorating the right shoulder of his costume as he captured the light of your living room.

“Babe you’re covered in blood!” Your tone held some concern, yourself standing to meet him by the kitchen counter with a glass of water in hand.

“Don’t worry, it’s not mine.” Dick replied rather cooley, acting rather proud that he’d miraculously returned home with only a few minor bruises.

“Oh great, so it’s some strangers blood you’re dripping all over my carpet.” Your sarcastic playful remark knocked him back down to Earth, the man completely miffed that you weren’t phased by the gore he’d brought home with him nor repulsed by it. In fact you had the audacity to joke about your carpet of all things.

He’d have to try harder.

.

“The Penguin escaped Arkham again tonight, not too much of an issue but that old crow still packs a punch.” Was the first thing you heard when your boyfriend returned from patrol, freshly showered and changed he collapsed on the sofa moving between your legs to wrap his arms around your waist and simply rest his head on your abdomen. Instinctively your fingers soothingly carded through his raven hair as he released a hum of contentment at your touch alone, your other hand still shifting through the channels.

“That idiot still using his damn umbrella, with that annoying spike at the end to stab at you like some sort of fencing duel?” You casually questioned, gaze still focused on the TV but Dick noticed the way you jabbed the remote like a sword to complement your words as a visual representation. He wasn’t even sure if you realised you did it.

“Yeah, it totally rained on my parade.” At your boyfriend’s terrible pun, you flicked your attention to him with a raised brow, Dick had taken note as he watched whatever programme you’d settled on but you responded with a pun of your own.

“Straight to the point I suppose.”

This caused him to chuckle a bit, maybe he didn’t need a reaction from you, you’re willingness to take his lifestyle in stride truly didn’t require this competition of his. Your openness about it made it easier for him to relax, to share moments like these with you.

.

And so he settled on keeping you informed on his vigilante side job just as much as he did on his usual one. Contest set aside.

“Harley Quinn and the Suicide Squad are back in action, keeps them in line somewhat I guess.” Grayson commented as you both walked into your apartment that evening after your date.

“Agreed, I always said she’d be better without the Joker. Glad she took my advice, and Ivy is a much better match.”

“Ivy? What?” He looked puzzled, watching as you placed your keys on the coffee table reaching for an envelope beside them.

“Yep, my girls are dating! Surprise my love, it’s good news though at least I think so.” You gleefully stated, handing over a letter sealed with a prominent scarlet lipstick mark.

“To my favourite (S/h/n), the best there ever was cuz Bats put me in Arkham.

Hope everything is okay with you sugar, I told ya I was doin alright now I’m back on my feet and out of that crazy place and Ivy has my back. Broke my phone on my last mission but I’ll drop by soon or call ya (Y/n), whichever comes first.

Love, Harley x”

.

It was eerily silent after your boyfriend read the letter, his brows knitting together as he looked between you and the parchment a couple of times with failed attempts at making conversation. Instead simple gasps emitting from his lips which you found endearing.

“(S/h/n)?! You’re them?!” His sudden excitement startled you, his sapphire irises lighting up more than you thought possible.

“I was, but I retired. Wanted to make a life for myself outside of the vigilante game y’know.” You shrugged it off unbothered, the contrasting response to a giddy Dick Grayson who gazed at you like a lovestruck teenager.

“No way! This is the best day of my life! I’m so glad I finally get to meet you - I have so many questions!” He places the letter down on the counter, pacing the kitchen with his hands in the air and a variety of gestures accompanying his cheerful tone.

“Uh... Dick...” Your voice and expression mirrored that of confusion, believing he would already know about your past.

“I don’t think you understand, I had the BIGGEST crush on you and it sucked that I only got to work with you like twice. No matter how many times I tried to get Bruce to track you down so we could recruit you to one of our Teams, he wouldn’t allow it and I couldn’t find you myself either. And yet here you are in my apartment!” His hands grasped your shoulders, words tumbling from his lips like he hadn’t processed them much to your amusement.

“You’re dating me... in our apartment...” Your voice displayed your humour, dazzling smirk gracing your lips as you emphasised the facts.

“...”

As if this information had just registered in Dicks brain, you tilted your head slightly as you spoke with a genuine smile.

“Earth to my boyfriend - hello?”

“Holy crap, I sleep with you.” It was a mutter of disbelief, any quieter and you wouldn’t have heard it but you smugly answered anyway.

“Yes. Yes you do.”

“This is - I don’t know what this is - a dream come true! (S/h/n) is my significant other, I’m the luckiest guy in the world, I mean I knew that already but now - I love you even more (Y/n) and I didn’t think that was possible.” The excitement practically radiated from his form and he wasn’t really sure how to process this development - going from crossing his arms to gesturing toward you and shaking his head with an unyielding grin.

“Oh my god, you’re fangirl-ing. I have a fangirl, this is unreal. I can’t look at you right now let alone anything else Dick.” You facepalmed, hiding your obvious devious smile behind your hand as you desperately tried not to laugh at his behaviour.

.

It was silent once more, you still being surprised by how much Nightwing admired you, although back then he’d have been Robin. The original boy wonder had a crush on you, how sweet.

“Do you still have your suit?” It was out of the blue, Dick more serious about this inquiry.

“Wha- no!” After playfully punching his shoulder you responded, the male feigning pain but matched your smile.

“Aw, we could’ve taken a picture together in our suits. Talk about goals.”

“What a tragedy.” Sarcasm, you simply couldn’t help it as you rolled your eyes.

“It all makes sense now, why you didn’t give a damn about me coming home a mess. You’d seen it all before, probably done it yourself. You know about major criminals and asked about their strategies and gave your own advice, heck you even have personal ties to Harley Quinn! Wait, did you get stabbed by Penguins umbrella? I feel like I should’ve noticed this sooner actually...” The last statement held a hint of sheepish embarrassment, Dick rethinking over the signs he’d glossed over during your relationship.

“Lightly prodded. And considering you were trained by the worlds greatest detective then maybe? But in your defence I made sure all evidence of my past was gone.” You happily reasoned, wrapping your arms around his waist as you stepped toward him.

“Exactly! You seem like a normal civilian except from the casual ‘oh cool’ when your boyfriend tells you he’s Nightwing.” He returned your comforting embrace, placing a kiss to your nose in the process.

“I knew that fudged you up!”

“It didn’t... I just wanted you to swoon a little, I mean have you seen me in that suit? But you didn’t even bat an eyelash...” Now you could tell he was joking with you, tone somewhat seductive as he smirked knowing you did find him attractive both in and out of his Nightwing suit.

“Oh? I’m sorry, but aren’t you supposed to act cool in front of your hero crush?” Was your cocky reply, pulling back from his embrace with sass in your tone.

“You have a - on me. As in me?” Dick placed a hand to his heart as he asked, sincere with a degree of surprise.

“Duh.”

“I have to call my brothers! Tell them that (S/h/n) has a crush on me!” Once more his voice filled with what can only be described as sheer joy, quickly kissing your lips before reaching for his phone whilst you crossed your arms with a sigh.

“On Nightwing, but sure go ahead fangirl.”

You scared?

BTS Scenarios: Watching a scary movie

Request: some anon that disappeared from my inbox forever ago but I DIDNT QUIT ON YALL

A/N: This shit’s cute and I was in the mood for mixing up my usual dose of smut. Hope you enjoy! 

ALSO this is fluff. My first full blown fluff. Or at least how I do fluff. She’s hinting at smutty. 

Seokjin:

Jin wasn’t big on scary movies. He wasn’t big on movies at all, actually. He preferred to binge watch a show once in a while, curled up on the couch with you. You usually both ended up falling asleep together, but it was the thought that counted. 

You love movies and he indulged you whenever you had a particular movie you had been excited to see. This time, it was a horror movie about some violent exorcism story that looked like it would easily become one of your favorite scary movies.

You were about two thirds through the film, which had been interesting but not exactly horrifying yet, until now. The movie suddenly ramped up and got scarier than you anticipated, and you soon found yourself rotating between hiding your face behind a pillow and frantically searching for the remote, which of course was no where to be found. 

“Fuck!” you hiss, tossing pillows to the ground in your hunt for the remote. 

“Jin!” you whine, anxious to turn the tv off or to something funny; anything but this movie, which is now suddenly very gory. 

“Jinnieee! Where’s the-” you pause, looking up from your search to see him, sleeping with his limbs splayed out, his head leaned back on the couch cushion. “Jin!” you whine. He doesn’t stir and the movie continues to ramp up in intensity, so much so that you decide to bite the bullet and go try and turn the tv off on the actual monitor. You get up and get to the tv, sweeping your hands around the sides in search of the discreet buttons. No such luck as a huge jump scare pops onto the screen just inches from your face. You literally scream, crumpling up into a ball in front of the monitor. 

“Jagi?!” Jin gasps, his tired voice confused and anxious at the way he’s suddenly been woken up. “Jagi!” he says, voice full of concern as he sees you in a ball on the floor. He leaps up from the couch and comes over to you, even more concerned when you don’t move. He’s not quite sure what to do to help, but when he grabs the power cord to the tv and yanks it out of the socket, it’s a good start. He wraps himself over you, hugging you tightly under him and pressing little kisses to the back of your head and neck. 

“Y/N it’s ok! I turned it off. I’m so sorry I was asleep! I wish I heard you earlier… I don’t know where the remote is, I should have known. I usually don’t lose it, I’m so sorry,” he babbles, hoping to help in some way. You calm down, taking in your surroundings as you realize the movie is turned off and Jin has literally made a human shield of his body around you. You giggle a little, shaking him from underneath. He sits up with you and you wrap your arms around his chest, snuggling against him when his warm embrace finds you. 

“It’s not your fault, Jin. I actually think I remember leaving it in the kitchen earlier now that you mention it. Totally my fault,” you explain. You pull away and lean you face up to him, kissing him on his jaw since you can’t quite reach anything else from this angle. “But thank you for coming to my rescue. I love you.”

He beams at the soft moment and how he was able to be your knight in shining armor briefly. He tips your face up and kisses you softly. 

“I love you, too, Y/N.”

Hoseok:

Neither of you really liked scary movies, so it was kind of a surprise when the movie you and Jin had been hyping up for so long turned out to be way scarier than you thought. It was supposed to be a mystery thriller kind of thing, but soon you were both clinging to each other’s arms in your movie theater seats, way beyond trying to maintain any semblance of bravery for each other.

It was a particular shot of the killer in motion down a dark hallway that got you both gasping and pulling on each other, fighting to bury your heads into each other’s sides.

“Hobi!” you hiss, quietly. “Hobi, should we...should we go?” He looks at you, eyes a little wide, hoping you’re serious.

“Yeah, probably,” he answers, not questioning you as he takes your hand, pulling you with him out of the theater. You stroll back out of the lobby, dropping his hand in favor of slipping your arm under his, hugging it close to you. He giggles a little, looking down at you.

“Well, that was a waste of money. I thought it was going to be good,” he comments, hoping it’ll distract from how rattled he is by that movie. You gulp and calm your breathing.

“It probably was good. I just wouldn’t know since I was covering my eyes for 90% of it,” you retort, squeezing his arm a little. He chuckles and leads you toward the door, hesitating a little before pulling it open. 

“I forgot it would be dark when we got out of here..” he comments, doing his best to remain casual but you know he’s still shook up by the horror movie. You walk slowly with him in silence through the dark towards his car, not liking how eerily quiet it is. 

“Wanna run?” you ask suddenly, looking up at him and pulling him to a stand still. He looks at you questioningly for a moment before reading how serious you are. He lifts his keys quickly and presses a button, his eyes shooting over to his car as it’s lights blink and it chirps in the distance. He nods and takes off with your hand in his, leading you at a break neck pace to his car. Even though the scaredy cat is probably just as terrified as you, he still runs to your side first, pulling the door open for you and then running around to his side as soon as he’s slammed it shut behind you. He gets in, locks the doors and starts the car, turning the radio on. You both take a minute to breathe as you calm down, silence settling around you save for the quiet radio. 

You giggle a little at how ridiculous you’re being with each other, but can’t help but bust up laughing when he looks at you with those wide eyes, still probably imagining the murderer from the movie chasing you through the parking lot. You pull him towards you, ever the (slightly more) brave one, and kiss him sweetly, patting his cheek as you pull away. 

“Safe! You did it,” you assure him. “Let’s get ice cream.” He smiles at the proposition, thankful that you can be so positive and love him for his easily scared side. He puts on a fake macho brave face and starts driving, the only give away being the white knuckle grip he has on your hand. But you don’t mind. 

Yoongi:

You stifle another giggle as you feel him twitch under you. As the movie has progressed (and gotten scarier), Yoongi has slowly sunk further down into the couch and further behind your legs, bent at the knee over his lap. He was trying fruitlessly to be subtle but you could tell he was just trying to cover his eyes without actually covering his eyes. He knew you loved scary movies, and you could tell that when you asked if he liked them and he answered with...

“They’re not my thing. Boring.”

...that he was probably a scaredy cat when it came to the poltergeist-esque movie you selected. You tried to give him an out and pick another movie; a comedy or something, but he insisted on your pick, being as stubbornly sweet as ever. You wouldn’t mind, but you knew this was his way of giving you what you wanted. He’s secretly such a soft boyfriend.

“You okay?” you whisper, jolted by the little jump you felt from under you at the flash of the screen. Yoongi grunts and sniffs his nose.

“Yeah, why baby?” he asks, breathing unnaturally measured as he calms himself. You smile a little and feign innocence for his sake, knowing he’d never admit he was scared by the movie.

“No reason..” you sigh, settling back against his shoulder and refocusing on the movie. You can’t though, since all you can focus on is Yoongi swallowing hard as the scene gets more tense. And Yoongi checking the time on his phone. And Yoongi, nervously chewing his lip. You grab the remote and pause the movie, shifting in his lap to look at him.

“Wanna makeout?” you say, wiggling your eyebrows at him mischievously. His lip curls up into that smirk and he scoffs.

“You don’t like the movie?” he aks, unaware of the little tells of relief that show on his face and in his eyes.

“Nope,” you say matter of factly. “Let’s make out.”

He sighs leaning in to kiss you, as if he’s giving in to your whims. You like letting him “spoil” you like this, even if you know you’re really the one doing him a favor.

Namjoon: 

You and Namjoon loved scary movies. You made it a point of your relationship to uphold a tradition of watching at least one a month. At some point you had run out of good scary movies and had resorted to strange indie horror flicks and corny low budget jump scare films while waiting for a more promising option to be made. Either way, you two just enjoyed spending time relaxing with each other. 

Tonight he had picked some foreign horror movie you had never heard of that he found on some illegal download site, you’re sure. You didn’t care though since you were just excited to spend a night with him. You had snuggled up in bed with him and were about twenty minutes into the movie, already disappointed with the amount of gore and lack of actual scary plot line. You had tried to be subtle in your sighing and in how often you checked your phone, trying to signal to your boyfriend that maybe you should settle for a really good scary one you’ve both seen already and just dump this one, but he seemed for some reason invested in this lackluster flick. 

If the start of the movie wasn’t bad enough, as it progressed it just got slower and somehow, more boring. You lean into Namjoon, letting your free hand that isn't propping you up by the elbow fiddle with the bunched up blanket under the two of you. A wicked little idea runs through your mind. You let your fingers dance along the folds of the blanket, getting closer to Joon’s hip closest to you bit by bit. A sliver of his smooth skin is exposed between the waist of his shorts and the hem of his sweatshirt. Soon enough you’re playing with the frayed woven yarn of the blanket just under him, allowing the backs of your fingers to tease gently along that exposed skin. He doesn’t react for a moment, simply allowing you to do as you pleased. You were starting to think he was actually ignoring you until you felt the warmth of his hand come to rest just over yours. Your wandering eyes widen a bit as you glance back down at your rogue hand, now covered by his. 

“Are you trying to distract me, baby girl?” he asks, voice buttery smooth. His tone is low and quiet from not speaking for so long, and you can’t help but smile and blush a little at how his breath flutters your hair just past your ear. 

“Maybe,” you respond, coyly. You know just how playing innocent like this gets him. He pauses the movie and leaves you waiting a moment before rolling over, leaning his body partially on top of yours, snugly pinned beneath him. His hand lazily skims down your side, taking it’s time to run his fingers over every curve and dimple. He rests over your hip, pushing your shirt up a bit to expose your warm skin to him. He draws languid and small circles over the same place on your hip that you had done to him. You bite your lip and swallow a giggle, seeing as you’re way more ticklish than he is; a fact you both know well. He looks down at you like he’s a cat who’s caught a mouse. 

“How would you like it if I tickled you while you tried to watch a good movie? Hm?” he says, his tone dripping in honey and clearly having moved past the movie at this point; his sights set on another activity fo the evening. You smile and bite back a giggle as his fingers press a little more firmly. 

“Good thing I wasn’t watching a good movie,” you quip, knowing your sass is only going to get you punished. Not that that’s a bad thing. Something about how he smirks down at you tells you he knows that’s what you wanted all along. 

Jimin: 

“Jagiiii! You said it wasn’t a scary movieeee!” he whines, his voice muffled from the pillow he has shoved over his face. You try half-heartedly to pull the pillow from him, rolling your eyes at his dramatic antics. 

“Jimin it’s Inception. It’s not scary. It’s an action movie,” you reason, trying to keep your tone from sounding like you’re laughing at him. He would only pout if he knew you thought his little tantrum was so funny. 

“Jagi!” he gasps, dropping the pillow and staring into your eyes; his own are wide and bugged out, his puffy lips parted in shock. “That woman just stabbed her!” You do your best to take him seriously in this moment, but can’t give him the reaction he clearly wants. You press your lips together tightly but fail as a laugh bursts from you. You clap your hands over your mouth as his brow furrows and he closes his mouth, clearly “upset” by your lack of sympathy. 

“Jiminie it was a dream! She wasn’t really stabbed! Come on!” you half laugh, half whine to him, tugging on his arm to get him to face you again. He doesn’t let you though, staying as still as a statue with his arms crossed and his face turned away from you. You crawl over the couch and onto his lap, hugging him close to you and wrapping yourself around him as best you can with his arms still crossed. 

“Come onnnn…I just wanna watch a movie with my boyfriend….you don’t wanna watch a movie with me?” you coo, covering his face and neck with gentle kisses and nuzzles, smiling when he drops his crossed arms and eventually wraps them around you. You pull back and look at him, puffing your bottom lip out and giving him your best sad eyes. He holds his steely gaze for just a moment before it melts into his signature grin. He reaches up to squeeze your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger, pecking your squished up lips quickly before chuckling at how silly you look. 

“Fine. But only because you’re so cute,” he agrees, loosening but not dropping his arms from your waist as you turn around in his lap to face the TV. He tightens his hold on you as you get comfortable and nuzzles his face into your neck, assuring he has a place to hide his eyes if it gets “scary” again. 

“And only if there’s no more stabbing.”

Taehyung: 

Taehyung watches eagerly with you as the main character makes her way down the dark hallway, finally reaching the light switch and flicking it on to reveal a ghoulish face staring back at her from just a foot away. You jump in your spot, clinging to Tae tightly and squealing as the scary moment passes. You calm down after a few seconds and look at Tae, wanting to see how scared he was as well. Except that’s not what you see. He’s got his lips pressed tightly together, and he’s doing his best to trap the laugh thats about to burst from him. He glances down at you and sees how you’re looking at him like he just ruined a joke or something. You scoff as he snorts, then bursts out laughing. 

“Come on, Tae! That was scary! How did you not think that was scary?” you prod in disbelief. He laughs and lets his head flop back onto the back of the couch. 

“Ahaa…hmm.. I-Ihi…It was so cheesy hehehehe!” he laughs, his words broken up by the goofy chuckles he lets out. If you weren’t so annoyed that he wasn’t taking your favorite scary movie seriously, you’d be laughing at how silly his laugh sounds. You roll your eyes and look at him sternly, hoping he’ll read your mind like he usually can.

“Fiiiine,” he sighs, smiling a little and pulling you into a hug against his chest. He settles back down with you. “I’ll try to take it seriously.” 

“Thank you,” you say, satisfied with his affection and his uncanny ability to know just what to say. You watch on with him, settling into your movie once more. You’re completely wrapped up in the climax of the film, ready for the big reveal of the demon’s faces. The shot hits the screen and you jump once more, looking to Tae eagerly for his reaction. 

“COME ON!” you yell, pissed off at the grin across his face. He snorts and bursts out laughing again, clearly finding the horrifying faces you just saw particularly hilarious. You move to pull away from him and get off the couch but he grabs you before he can. He squeezes you tightly against him, wrangling your squirming arms within his own as he tries half-heartedly to apologize. 

‘I- ahahaha- I’m sorryyyheheheheheee!” he laughs, pressing kisses to you between laughs at the movie and at your reaction as you settle into his hold. You can’t help but smile a little, loving how goofy he is and how he can’t hold back his reactions at all. 

“You’re such a jerk,” you comment, poking him in the ribs and giggling a little yourself as he tackles you down to the couch in return. 

Jungkook: 

You love scary movies but Jungkook doesn’t understand why. You always end up afraid to go anywhere alone after dark, even to the bathroom from your bedroom if all the lights aren’t on. It doesn’t last long, but he finds it hilarious that you get so wrapped up in it and scared but still see every scary movie you can get your hands on. 

He’d just taken you to see that new scary movie that was way more fucked up than either of you thought it would be. You two spent the car ride home deciding which parts were scariest and discussing everything you didn’t understand, clarifying bits of the plot to each other. He comes upstairs to your apartment with you, knowing you’ll want him to stay the night with you even though you have a crazy early morning and should probably already be sleeping by now. 

“I think the scariest part was the fact that the brother heard the sister’s tongue clicky noise in the car and in his bedroom even after she died. That would freak me out,” you go on, dropping your keys in the bowl on the table by your door. 

“You didn’t think the creepy grey people just standing in the woods and in his closet were scarier? They just watched him…like this,” he says, waiting for you to look at him as he takes on a scary face resembling the scene he just described, dropping his head down and to the side to stare at you like a monster from the movie. You squeal and shut your eyes, reaching out blindly to bat at him wildly. He laughs and grabs your wrists, pulling you closer to him. 

“Jungkook don’t!!” you plead, knowing he’s probably just getting started. You head into down the hall and towards the kitchen, turning on every light as you go. Once you get into the kitchen you go to make tea for the two of you, turning your back to the entry way as you fill the kettle with water. You don’t notice anything until the lights go out and you freeze, letting the fear from the recent movie get to you. The water runs over the top of the kettle and you scramble to turn it off. You know it’s Jungkook messing with you, but the movie is so fresh in your mind that you can’t help but get caught up in your fear. 

“Kookie?” you say quietly, hoping his cheerful laugh will follow it soon, that little shit.

*Click!* Junkook clicks his tongue, just like the dead girl did in the movie. You jump and drop the kettle, jumping again at the thump it makes after falling just a couple inches and splashing you a little. It’s only then that you hear that smug laugh, pissing you off and calming you down simultaneously. You whip around, scowling, but are scared once more when he’s closer than you expect, imitating the scary figure from the movie once more.

“Kookie staaaaaaaaaahhaahahap!” you whine, clapping your hands over your face. You don’t care how immature you look and sound. He’s being a tool. 

“Hahahahahah jagiyahahahh!!” he laughs, pulling you into a hug and rubbing your back. “I’m done nohow…ahahmm.. I promise,” he giggles. Something about his tone isn’t very convincing, but you hug him back. 

“Good,” you say, muffled by his sweatshirt.

characterization quotes

Robin Support   See, now you're just not thinking logically. We've killed countless people in this war— what's a few more souls on the ledger? Seems like an arbitrary line to me... But all right. You're the tactician! No more unholy summoning sigils. Heck, I always obey orders! Well, except for stupid ones like "don't fight the enemy." If someone tried to tell me that, I'd cut 'em in half and feed them to the crows! Lissa Support If you don't rest up before a battle, you might find yourself resting up in a grave.   That does seem like a problem. War is killing and death, ya know? Keeping people you care about alive means making the other guy dead. Nya ha ha! Just a little touch of Henry's Super Sleepy-Time Magic! ...The nonlethal version. First you don't want any allies or enemies to die, and now BIRDIES are off the table? ...You're a strange one, Lissa. Nya ha ha! Me? Sweet? That's a new one. Besides, you're the one who's always concerned about people dying and stuff. I don't know how you do it, honestly. I couldn't go a week! I'm not much of a mood guy, I'm afraid, unless we're talking gruesome bloodshed... Well, how about this: I did get you a ring! Will that work? 

Frederick Support

I want my dying thought to be about blood! ...Or maybe ichor. H-hey, Frederick! Easy with the bear hugs! These little bones might snap like...Oh, whoa! Are you CRYING?! You really think people notice what I do around here? 'Cause I doubt it. I mean, what kind of things do they say about me now? Nya ha ha! If you lay it on any thicker, I'll be smothered to death! But I'm not training to make myself look good in front of my comrades, you know?   Well, because the more I practice, the more stuff I'm able to do. I like being good at lots of things. Sully Support Absolutely! I'll need a pound of flesh, seven fingernails, and your left kidney. Nya ha ha! I jest. A single hair will do just fine. Yep yep! That's it, all right. I can curse till I'm blue in the face, but if their will's stronger than mine? Pbbt. Aw, you're going to make me blush. I'm nothing special. Miriel Support You have? That's great! I cast hexes all the time, and I've never come up with ONE theory about them. Nya ha ha! Oh, stop it, Miriel! You'll make me blush. Although it's pretty much true. When it comes to hexing folks, I'm the master. Why, this one time at mage camp, I killed 100 people with one curse! Er, I don't remember when. ...Or where exactly. But it totally could have happened. Henry: Well, you know that town we passed through a few days ago? I saw a pregnant lady on the main street with a load of cheese and fruit in her arms. She looked pretty tired and worn out, so I stopped to help her carry her wares.     Right?! Anyway, the more I thought about it, the more I realized pregnancy is dumb. So I'm planning to help the mothers of the world by inventing a special curse. I'm gonna create a hex that conjures new kids right out of thin air! Sumia Support I'm a mage! I just wave my wand and mutter a little incantation... Humina humina humina... Presto! The busted bowls are busted no more! Yeah, it's just a temporary hex, unfortunately. Tomorrow they'll be in pieces again. But at least folks won't have to eat out of their hats tonight. Oh, that spell can certainly be used for evil. All it does is reverse time. See, so if something bad happens to someone and you cast it on them... They have to experience that same tragedy over and over again! Nya ha! Isn't it obvious? You're me, and I'm you! Clever curse, eh? Well, you're about as magic as an old sock, so this was the only way. And while you cast some hexes, I'm going to ride your pegasus all over camp! Woo-hoo! I'm gonna swoop down on people and drop stuff on their heads! Ricken Support Oh? I thought word had gotten around. Yeah, Gangrel was toppled before I got the chance to fight any real battles. A shame, too. It would've been fun to face off against the Shepherds! Then there was Mustafa. He always gave me a bag of peaches whenever I visited. He said I reminded him of his son and that I should consider myself part of his family. Yep. Dead as driftwood, they are. And it was you Shepherds who killed 'em! Their friends and families are probably still crying their eyes out. No! I'd be very sad and angry. And I'd find out who did it, hunt them down, and exact bloody revenge! ...Oh yes. There would be blood. When I was with Plegia, I didn't think much about this kind of thing. Maybe because in that army, I didn't have real friends like I do here. I guess, sure. Honestly, I'm not much good with touchy-feely stuff. You know what I'd rather talk about? The next battle! Maribelle Support Talking to the flower. She says she's very grateful that you spoke to her. Also, she says she'll stay strong as long as you do, too. I'm not feigning anything. I'm just really in touch with the natural world. I can talk to any living thing you want. Trees. Flowers. Maggots. Ooooooh... Maaaggots... Meh, not to me. Everyone kicks the bucket at some point, so why fret? See, now that I can understand. But get this—I've got a special curse ready, see? Been working on it for a while now. If you're mortally wounded, it kills you off before you suffer any pain! Just...poof. Off ya go! It's 'cause I'm not scared, Maribelle. Fighting is actually pretty simple. I just have to kill the other guy before he has a chance to kill me. Panne Support That's not very neighborly, now is it? What difference does one's religion make? I just want to be friends! Ylisse is weak enough as it is. If the exalt were assassinated, I worried they'd lose the war in a week! That would have been a terrible waste of a perfectly fun war. Er, the beast half, I guess. I love animals! I wish I could be one. Even a half one would be okay with me. My parents abandoned me in the woods when I was little. So it was mostly the nice animals there who raised me. I still love their smell. It relaxes me in a totally nostalgic sort of way. So if I went out and killed them all, could we be friends? I'm not that young, and I don't think I'm stupid. But hey, who knows, right? Cordelia Support Oooh, lucky guy. I wish someone would make ME a nice cozy scarf! Ooooooooooooooooooooooooh. Say, what if the wife was dead? Could you give it to him then? That's kind of like making yourself sad on purpose, isn't it? You want help? 'Cause I've got a curse that'll REALLY make you miserab— I asked Lissa for advice, and she told me to take you on a big shopping trip. She said a few hours trying on dresses and armor would fix that broken heart, pronto! I don't really get all this "feelings" stuff, but if you say so. Er, but if you're REALLY grateful, you could join me for a fruit pie... Nya ha! No, it's a scheme to make you fall in love with me. Nowi Support Yep! They're probably quivering in fear under their beds and crying like babies. But no worries! There'll be more victim—er, that is, village kids—at our next camp. Right. You can't actually touch her. My magic is good, but not THAT good! Hey! I spent a lot of time and effort on this, you know! Tharja Support Hee hee! Smiling? This is how I always look. Sorry! Nothing sinister over here. I'm just a hale and hearty mage. Nope! Not me! Although I do own a cloak and a couple daggers. Aw, I don't get into politics. I just want to toss fireballs at bad guys. Hey! Tharja! You forgot to remove the curse! Oh, well. I suppose it'll fizzle out eventually. La la la... Do you need a death curse? Please say you need a death curse. Yeah, dispelling curses is kind of my specialty. Right now, whoever cast that curse must be in one confused pickle! Too bad we can't be there to see it. That would be swell! Oh yeah. I guess so, huh? Although you didn't really need to put a truth curse on me, you know? I don't have anything to hide, and I've never told a lie in my life. Olivia Support You're a crazy lady. Why would I do that? I love doggies! I want to save his life! Right, boy? Who's a good boy? Aren't you glad the crazy lady wants to help us? Yes you are! Hey, that's a medical condition! Show some respect! Oh, will you look at that? It's blood! ...Wonder where it came from? *Lick* ...Oh, hey! It's MY blood! Nya ha! I must have been wounded in battle! Oh man, good times. Oh, I've got a high pain threshold. It's a genetic thing. Nerve damage. I've had a lot worse than this! When I was a kid, my parents put me in this exclusive wizard school. Well, as you can imagine, some of the experiments got a biiit out of hand. Once, I almost set my face on fire! Nya ha! Those were the days... Meh, my parents didn't care what I did as long as I wasn't expelled. Heck, the whole reason they sent me to wizard school was to get rid of me. But hey, no worries! I turned out fine! That's what all my psychiatrists said. But nope! Not true. I'm just a happy guy. Look, crazy lady. I like you. I really do. But you have GOT to let this go. I smile because I'm happy, all right? There's nothing more to it. Olivia? H-hey, Olivia. ...You being crazy again, Olivia? Olivia?! Aw, come on, Olivia! You can't die now! NOOOOO! OLIVIAAAAAA! Come back to me, Olivia! Stay out of the light! STAY OUT OF THE LIIIIIIGHT! Cherche Support Sure have! She's as cute as a button, that one. ...Well, if buttons were cute. We had wyverns in Plegia, you know, and also the occasional fell beast. But we didn't have a single wyvern that was as pretty as Minerva. Yep! I make four-legged friends wherever I go! And even some two-legged ones. I'm also pals with a three-legged bear, but that's a story for another time. Well, when I was young, my best friend in the entire world was a giant wolf. My parents ignored me most of the time, so that wolf became my whole family. Then one day she came to visit me, and some hunters in the village... They shot her full of arrows. Killed her on the spot. But they paid... Oh, how they paid... They paid in BLOOD. Er, but yes. None of my magic could bring my beautiful wolf friend back. So I guess that's why I hang out with you and Minerva. 'Cause it reminds me. I know I'm here a lot, but I always feel safe and happy when I'm with Minerva. Kellam Support I think I get it now. Seems to me you're barking up the wrong tree, tin man. Visibility isn't the problem—you're just lonely! So all we gotta do is find a way to make you stop feeling lonely! It's true. When I was a kid, my only friends were wolves, so they ended up raising me. Thing is...that made it tough for me to learn about basic human warmth and affection... Like just now. I tried to be nice to you and show you that I care and stuff, right? But I got it all wrong and instead made you freak out. Sorry about that... Gaius Support Not many, no. Back in Plegia, we hardly have any cakes or sweets at all. We don't get the plentiful harvests that Ylisseans and Feroxi enjoy. So the dishes we make are kind of basic, you know? Nothing like those, anyhow. Yup. It's hard to make cakes out of turnips, though that doesn't stop people trying! Anyway, the point is, I've never seen so many tasty-looking treats all in one place! Well, thanks for showing me your treasures, Gaius. It's been lots of fun! ...Oh, I almost forgot! I brought something to show you too! Yeah...something like that! They're baked in special ceremonies as offerings to Grima. Never eaten one myself, but as you're the expert, I figured you'd like to try it! Libra Support Like, I dunno...you're a priest, but you wield a weapon and smash people with it, right? I bet it causes you all kinds of anguish to have to splatter the life out of others! Aren't you overthinking things a little? A weapon's just a tool for killing! Wouldn't it be a whole lot easier to just accept that and move on? Who knows—you might wind up like me and start to really savor the joys of slaying! I mean, when you get down to it, aren't you and I both doing the exact same thing? I mean, I guess it's hard for an altruist like yourself to respect an egoist like me, but... They do, huh? Well, I don't believe in the gods, so it doesn't really matter what they think! (in response to Libra calling him out for saving other people) ...

Final?? Org Daily Mail Interview With Trixany Cuomo

Approx. 10 min read. The Org Daily Mail liquors Trixany up and let’s ‘er rip. BTW Trix has a guild tag now, but I did leave her unguilded for a while and it inspired me.

Alternate title: Free Trixany!

Org: So, Trixany…

Trix: Eyup.

Org: Eyup.

Random Orc #1: …Eyup.

Random Orc #2: Uh-huh. *hands out the beer*

Trix: Wow. Kaja Cola makes beer? Nice. *has a big sip*

Org: Sort of. Miss Trixany Cuomo, thank you for joining us again.

Trix: Yeah. Being here for the second time is… meh. I guess. And I figure the Trixany versus the Org Daily Mail, love-hate relationship thing has to end sometime, right? You know, this Kaja Cola beer is unusually good. It’s even giving me ideas!

Org: Well done, Trixany. You’ve earned a toffee.

Trix: Haha, nice! *spins in her swivel chair*

Org: Let’s get to it--

Trix: Ooh! I know a girl in another video game who says that. She’s good with a whip. And if I ever, as a video game character, did a cosplay of another video game character, like inside my game? It would totally be Franziska Von Karma.

Org: What… the heck are you talking about now, Trixany?

Trix: *gulps more Kaja Cola beer from the can, swivels*

Camera man: *chuckles*

Org: *starts ignoring Trixany* Alright. So, a lot has happened since the last time you were in the Org Daily Mail studio. Care to explain?

Trix: Oh cool! Yeah, I was wanting to talk about that—wait, do you mean about my glam fishing project?

Org: Welp, this episode will be boring and drop our ratings then… *mutters, annoyed* No, tell us about something more… spicy.

Trix: Okay so, me and Haris Pilton finally had that knock-down, drag-out fight that witch deserved. But then, someone got cute and put us in the same ghetto Lower City Hospital ward. *shrugs, swivels* Which only led to a re-match.

Org: Woah. That’s awful, Trixany. We’re so sorry to hear that someone out there finally took a swing at you… *winks at the camera*

Trix: No, she’s the rotten one. After her little dog stopped being cute, Paris stole my pet dragon whelp Nautistrasz, saying it wasn’t ‘my brand.’ And I told her that her brand is trashbags and Febreeze! Then, she hit me. *tears up* I’m a Bloodknight. She started it, I finished it. Retribution comes with the territory. *sips her beer, calms* Anyway, it ended on a good note. After they transferred me to Scryers Hospital and my recovery was almost finished, I figured—hey, I’m already in here. Might as well get some work done. And there are some treatments you can only get for a good price in Outland. Can you see it? I sort of have a new face now, like that Kardashian girl. *puckers* It’sh shubtle, but alsho mega poutier, shee?

Org: Uh… Hokaaay...

Camera man: How do we trick her into talking about the really good stuff that’ll get her jailed again? Try that!

Org: Ah! So, I see that you’re currently guildless. Isn’t that a bit shameful for someone at your level? A bit… sad? Aren’t you lonely? Angry? Angry enough to start fighting people, or to start some other crazy drama? Maybe shave your head? Attack a Goblin trike with a baseball bat? Punch a camera man in the face like Kanye while you’re walking out of the Mankirk’s Wife Memorial Airport*, right at the heart of Orgrimmar?!

Camera man: Or, you could not encourage her to punch me in the face…

Trix: Wait, is the zeppelin… place… is it called that?

Org: Yeah, it’s pretty sweet. The new zeppelins are now tricked out in all those Quilboar hides that were just piling up in the Barrens, but few people know. Actually, we’re going to start calling it Mankirk’s Wife Memorial Airport after we crash the zeppelin master’s association dinner and finally expose them. Can’t wait. Muahaha…

Camera man: Yeah, you have to tune in for the next episode!

Trix: Mhrm, *files nails* I figured that seemed more like something -you guys- would do.

Org: Now, about you being guild-free and ready to hurt people and also raise our ratings?

Trix: I know, I know, whenever you see someone max-level without a guild tag, it’s like… I dunno, seeing someone who’s clearly not wearing a bra and it’s kind of awkward? And also kinda hawt. But I think you guys can handle that from Trixany. Like right now. We’re hangin’ out and everyone’s fine.

Org: … Wait.

Camera man: Woah. And now, this episode is being banned in Thundberbluff, the Exodar, Stormwind… Not Goldshire, for some reason.

Trix: Being guild-free is liberating, it’s wild! Another thing, being guildless is like being bra-less in that it’s also nobody’s bloody business. I tell those haters, ‘Don’t spam me with your life advice—I look great!’

Org: *clears throat and carefully looks her in the eye* Well, um. But don’t you sometimes feel like you need… more support? Social support, I mean.

Camera man: Sure, Bill. Whatever you say, Bill...

Trix: Nah, I got friends. I still hang out with all the Kaja-Cola girls, too—Actually, there’s talk of us re-forming our girl band. Our new single is going to be unbelievable. Mega Meghan Mango and I wrote it. I think we’re calling it… Roleplay Got Back? It’s the cutest song. And scandalous, yet empowering. And hilarious. Which is like, exactly my brand. Stupid Haris….

Org: Wait, let’s go back to the free Trixany thing—

Trix: Wanna sample? I know one of the verses. Let’s see… *turns her rose red RET HO snapback the other way, and gestures aggressively* My emote anaconda don’t want none unless your roleplay got buns hon!

Org: STOP!! Now, about your lack of a guild… Ratings… need ratings… Trixany! Wouldn’t you be more comfortable if you went around in a um…? And, I mean, I’m a guy, but still-- aren’t there benefits to having one of those… *trails off, looks her cautiously in the eye again* Anyway! I’m just saying, we here at the Org Daily Mail, a quality family show, are very concerned because, without a bra-- a guild! Without a guild, you might stick out too much—No! What I’m saying is, you won’t fit in with other people! And you get less experience. Your mail doesn’t get delivered as fast, right? And aren’t there certain battle pets and other stuff you won’t be able to buy? Is being an individual really worth it?

Trix: I think I stick out just fine. Also, I have plenty of amazing experiences, the mail man always visits me first, and I walk right up to the front of the line at the auction house. They just let me. I even get a discount. Thanks, Drezmit! He’s taking me out this weekend. Aww, isn’t that so sweet of him? He says he’s been worried about me.

Org: *Tries hard not to laugh*

Camera man: Holy crap. I think she’s actually onto something there.

Org: Hold on. *feigning serious again* Are you… saying that you planned this? Going, let’s call it ‘tag-less’, is a real strategy for you?

Trix: Either that, or I just don’t care. *gulps more beer* Do you know what? Maybe it’ll be like that ‘I kissed a girl’ song or that thong song and everyone will start dropping their guild tags for the realer benefits, am I right? I mean, you’ll go to Club Night Owl and be like dancing, and then some hottie without a guild tag will walk in, and then they turn up the music, shine that spotlight, and suddenly everybody just drops their guild tags too, and parties even harder!

Org: Yeah, that won’t happen.

Trix: It could trend, you don’t know. Like glam fishing. I will force glam fishing to be a trend if I have to. Ouch! Sorry—kinda TMI I know, but this bra has been pinching me all day.

Org: Sure it is and I guess I’ll finally ask you… What’s glam fishing? Is this like a low-budget glamping that only Horde B celebrities would be into?

Trix: Seriously? Someone is finally asking me? Yes! Oh goodness, now I’m nervous. I invented it myself, it’s so cool. And it’s perfect if like, you feel your toon, IC’ly, would never dirty their hands with fishing, like me. Well, first, you find a beautiful fishing spot. Next, and this part is most important, you--

Org: Wait, nevermind! My camera man here says we’re out of time. *fake smile* Trixany, we can’t thank you enough for coming into the Org Daily Mail studio and telling us how you are. We care so much and we’re so glad that you’re out of rehab now and doing the topless thing—

Trix: It wasn’t that kind of rehab, and I would never do that! Why would you say that? Are you somehow twisting my words? I thought our last lawsuit settled this! *her speech slows* Wait, whyyyy did I blaaather on the way I did? What’s in thiiiiis friggin’ beer? And WHY did you saaaay this episode was being banned eeeeveryplace but Goldshire??

Org: And thank you all for watching! Remember everyone, the Org Daily Mail cannot be held liable for any gross misinterpretations of what its employees actually said and did today in the studio. Org Daily Mail is also a subsidiary of the Kaja-Cola Corporation: ‘We don’t exploit our workers, we exploit big flavor!’ *cheesy TV grin* Now everybody, you know how it works. Let’s say it together!

All: FOR THE HORDE, AND GOOD NIGHT!

Trix: Waaugh! *Falls out of her swivel chair.*

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*Note:

Special thanks to a random stranger I talked to a whiiiiiiile back on an alt for the Mankirk’s Wife Memorial Airport idea. Sadly, I can’t remember your name! I joked about all the Quilboar hides piling up in the Horde probably going into the airport in Orgrimmar; that our zeppelins would be covered with them. And then, they laughed and said that if I saw the zeppelin towers as an airport (and it SO totally is) then it would have to be called Mankirk’s Wife Memorial Airport. I can even see Blizz putting a sign up there that says it. Can’t you? Okay so… possibly. And also some NPCs curing Quilboar hides as well as towing parcels… It’s kinda goofy, but I love it. Thank you, kind stranger! I hope it catches on. Another reason why I love this game. Random encounters with really, really fun people. Hahaha!

One Last Perfect Day

okay so this is basically the exact opposite of my other fanfic lol it’s super sad and i may have cried like 4 times whilst writing it. seriously, don’t read it if you don’t want to be a little bit sad. i decided to post this because my other fanfic had some positive comments on it so uh thanks?? really made my day!! this fanfic is honestly a mess of feelings and yeah.

summary: Dan can’t help but reminisce about the past that he’d spent with Phil. He struggles to cope with the recent death of his friend. 

disclaimer: the way that dan blames himself in part for phil’s death isn’t healthy or right. if you’re particularly sensitive to the subject of drunk driving, PLEASE DON’T READ THIS FIC or just read the fluffy part until the end. I have a pic called cereal box that is much cuter and is literally just some adorable fluff. i'm not claiming that dan and phil are dating. i am DEFINITELY not claiming that either of them are dead (thank god). also this might make you sad and I may have mistakes because my tears make it hard to read what i'm writing :)

warnings: in case you didn’t read the summary, major character death (it isn’t suicide, just a heads up!), a little bit of gay, a lot of angst, idk what it’s called but when you feel guilty over somebody else’s death even though it was totally out of your control, lots of pheels

genre: fluff (italicized) and angst (normal text)

word count: 2,079

how to read the fanfic: okay so the part that’s italicized is a memory of the past, and refers to phil in second tense (though i may have messed up on that because it’s hard to see what you write when you’re actually crying) and the normal text is the present and mostly refers to phil in the third tense (except in a few parts but you get what i mean). the italicized part is happy and fluffy until the last one, so if you don’t want the angst, read the italicized parts!! the fluff isn’t that good, but it’s kinda cute so i guess if you only like the fluff just read those parts:) i included both so that you could see the parallels between dan’s life with and without phil.

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I woke up and you were next to me. You were next to me in my bed and next to me in my life. You said that you didn’t want to waste the day away. While I would have normally objected to going outside, you just looked so excited and I had no idea how I could say no to that face. I groaned, tired, but agreed to go. I got up and got dressed, grabbing little but my phone and slipping out the door, you dragging me along because it seemed you were excited to show me something, but I had no clue what.

I woke up to nothing but cold. I’d kicked the duvet off during the night. I probably had another nightmare, I’d had a lot of those lately.

I had no idea exactly where we were going, but it didn’t matter, because I trusted you with my life. You were so much more than a best friend to me. I knew that wherever we were headed would be fun and exciting, so I didn’t even need to ask. We got on the tube, and I hoped you knew where you were going because I certainly didn’t and you were pretty bad at using maps. We got off a few stops later.

I knew that there was no way that I could fall back asleep. Whenever I closed my eyes, I saw you, and it hurt. I got up and made eggs for two even though I knew that I’d only end up throwing half of them out. I wasn’t hungry, but I knew that I had to eat if I wanted to stay alive, which wasn’t such an appealing option at the moment.

I asked what we were doing at a fancy restaurant, and you giggled and did that thing where you stuck your tongue out a little. You told me that we’d gotten off at the wrong stop and, panicking, you’d yelped the closest restaurant. I told you that you didn’t need to take me anywhere fancy, that I loved food so much that I wouldn’t have cared if you’d brought me to a McDonalds. You laughed again, that laugh that was like music to my ears. You said that you wanted to treat me, that you wanted to show how much you appreciated me. I blushed, you were just too sweet.

As soon as I took a bite out of the eggs, I wretched in my throat. I couldn’t tell if they were actually awful or if I just couldn’t stomach anything. I really was a horrible cook. Before, I’d never realized just how bad.

I tweeted a selfie from the mirror on the restaurant ceiling. I wanted to entertain our fans without giving away too much about our location. They got a little crazy sometimes. Of course, I loved them for it and always smiled at what they tweeted me. I tried to reply to them as much as possible.

I checked my phone out of habit. I knew I should have uninstalled twitter. Not only were my fans tweeting me, asking if I was okay, but also my friends. They were worried about me, I guess. I don’t know if I believed it. Maybe they were just feigning care to look good in front of their followers. If they really cared about me, they would have stopped by or checked on me, but, so far, nobody had. Maybe they didn’t know yet. The news had reached few people. Maybe they just thought I was taking a short break from the internet. I realized that I could let them continue to believe that, but I just didn’t see the point. Before I deleted the app, I tweeted, “I’m fine. It’s just a lot. I don’t know how much more I can take. You can stop pretending to care.” It was vague and concerning, but I didn’t care. I wanted people to know that I was suffering.

That could have been the most expensive meal I’d ever eaten. It was absolutely delicious, and you payed the whole bill. I offered to split it, but you wouldn’t let me. You said that it wouldn’t be right if I paid for my own appreciation meal. You were too kind, it really was expensive.

I sorted through the mail that I’d let pile up. I couldn’t believe that the world was going on without me. I was here, numb and hurt beyond belief, and the landlord was still demanding bills be paid. The world was just speeding by, and I hadn’t left the flat in who-knows-how-long. I didn’t want to see the sunshine after I’d lost my true light. It just wasn't right.

We looked at the shops along the street. It wasn’t very busy. I picked out a nice coat and bought it for you. I lied about the price, it was double what you thought it was, but you deserved it. you were a good person.

A ping went off on my phone. I’d almost forgotten what day it was. Maybe I’d remembered, but I’d repressed it because I wish that it was any day other than today. I probably wouldn’t have gone if I hadn’t set the notification. If I went, it would be real, and I wasn’t sure that I was ready for that. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever be ready.

We stayed out till dark, wandering the streets and joking about the sky matching my soul. It gets colder, and your coat really wasn’t big enough for two, but we huddled up inside of it anyways. After a while, it became a tad too warm for my liking, but I didn’t really mind it all that much. At the end of the night, you leaned down and gently pressed your lips against mine. Your kiss wasn’t hungry or sloppy or gross like most kisses were. Your kiss was gentle and light and pure, just like him. You weren’t demanding, your kiss filled less with need and more with pure, unadulterated love and care. It was perfect and sweet and not overwhelming.

I went into my closet and picked out my suit. Black, like my soul. Ha ha. The joke left a bitter taste in my mouth, as it really wasn’t all that funny. A joke I’d used a million times before was now a little too accurate, because I felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest, filled only with a black void that had previously been illuminated by a ray of sunlight. All that was left of me was a numb mess of the old Dan held together delicately with masking tape. It was only a certain amount of time until I fully broke down and exploded, but I didn’t really care. I hadn’t done much caring lately, as maybe this whole thing would have been easier if I hadn’t cared so much.

We traveled back to the flat. I could barely keep my eyes open. I rested my head on your shoulders and sighed because everything was good. For a moment, all my worries didn’t matter because I had Phil Lester and you took it all away. I knew that, with you by my side, it would all be okay. Everything would be just fine.

The room was filled with people. I recognized some, and some I’d never met before. It made me angry to see people chatting, making small talk like it were just some meeting at a school club. They didn’t care about Phil. If they really cared about him, they’d be crying right now, not laughing at some joke. They’d be unable to stomach food and they’d forget how it felt to smile. They’d want to throw up every time they heard the word “ace” and they certainly wouldn’t be here, talking like it was any other day.

You knew that I was tired, but you still insisted on rewatching some Buffy. I didn’t want to disappoint you, so I tried my best to stay awake. We curled up on the couch, under my furry dog-like blanket, and watched in silence. You ran your fingers through my curly hair and I rested my head on your shoulder. Everything was peaceful and, without words, we were having the time of our lives. While you watched the show, I stared at you. God, you were so beautiful.

Everyone took a seat, and I could already feel tears start to brew behind my eyes. I wouldn’t let myself cry. I had to prove that I was as strong as everybody else seemed to be. If Phil were here, I’d squeeze his hand and he’d tell me that it was going to be alright. Now, I wasn’t so sure it was.

I dozed off gradually. I woke up to you nudging me lightly. I grinned like a goofball, even though I hated waking up. I had no idea what time it was. You told me that I looked adorable when I was sleeping, and that I should probably change out of my skinny jeans and brush my teeth. I didn’t want to leave, but the jeans weren’t very good for sleeping in.

The pastor asked if anybody wanted to talk about Phil. I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea, but I stepped up anyways. I couldn’t keep it all in. I had to say something to him before he was underground. I sighed.

I returned to the couch where you waited, Buffy turned off, just sitting patiently for me. I climbed back under the blanket and you pulled my close. It was peaceful and warm and I was so happy. It had truly been a perfect day. Everything, in that moment, was just as it should have been.

“Phil changed my life. If I’d never met him, I might be still be lost in my own insecurities. When I talked with him, he made me feel like more than a worthless college dropout. In my eyes, I was a failure, but he never saw me that way. He reminded me of the good in the world, he was a light to the darkness I felt inside. He saved me in a time when I needed it most. I just wish I’d been there to save him,” tears were already rolling down my face, and I was desperately trying to choke back a sob. I looked into Phil’s open casket at his pale, peaceful face. It should have been me. I should have gone with him. I should have been there.

I woke up the next morning to see you up, eating my cereal. I groaned, you did this all the time. You told me that you’d eaten the last of it. I told you that, since you’d finished it off, it was your duty to go and get a new box from tescos, a short walk from our flat. You begged me to go with you, but the couch was so warm. Before you left, you kissed my forehead and told me that you loved me. I called you a spoon.

My words were interrupted with sobs as I prayed that you would open your striking blue eyes one last time, so that my last words to you didn’t have to be, “You too, you spoon.” There was no way that anybody else could have understood what I said, but I continued on through my sobs, “You were my best friend in the whole world. You were the most important person in the universe to me. You knew me better than I did, and everything was just so right when I was next to you. God, Phil, I miss you so much. I wish you were here, I wish that you could hold me one last time, tell me it’s going to be okay, that I can go on without you. This has been the most fun I’ve ever had.”

You hadn’t been back in a while, but I was sure you were just caught up looking at something. After quite a while longer, I started to worry. Than, I got the call. All I could think was, “Who drives drunk at 9AM?” I didn’t want to think. I didn’t want to breathe. I didn’t want to exist. I was sure that life had just stopped or that the universe was pulling a cruel joke after that one perfect day. I was sure I’d never be okay again.

It’s been five years since Phil died. Some days are still hard, waking up without him next to me. I still cook double the eggs sometimes. I still leave my cereal on the counter because I forget that he isn’t here to forget to put it back in the cupboard after he steals it. I don’t know if I could honestly say that I accepted that he was gone. I don’t know if I could claim to have forgiven the man who took my best friend away. I don’t know if I could say that I still don’t have nightmares and break down crying whenever somebody says “ace” and rewatch his old videos until I can’t cry anymore. I can’t say that I’m okay, and I can’t say that I forgive myself for not going with him to Tescos. What I can say is that I’m recovering. It still hurts like he died yesterday, but I’m trying to learn that it isn’t my fault. I’m trying to be okay, and I’m glad that I got one last perfect day him. I wasn’t really alone, no matter how it felt. Phil, wherever you are, I hope you know that I’m proud of you. You really did save me, and I’m forever grateful for that. This was the most fun I’ve ever had.