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Of Lemon Tarts and Tiny White Rabbits

Secondo, Earl of Griftwood, cannot believe his eyes when a tiny white rabbit scampers into his study. He is stunned even more when he meets the lovely owner of the pet – and promptly falls in love.

pairing: secondo x female!reader // regency AU

content: 4.6k words, regency AU (not 100% historically accurate but I tried), pov third person, forbidden romance, age gap, first kisses, social hierarchies, mildly suggestive at times, soft!secondo, pining and yearning etc., wingman terzo

This is a birthday present for the lovely @tasty-ribz , also special thanks to @angellayercake for encouraging me to bring Snowbell into this story ✨🐰

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The curtains sway gently in the soft breeze that carries a fragrant spring air into his study. Secondo lifts his gaze to take in the lovely view through the open double doors which lead to a balcony and the well-kept gardens of Emeritus Manor. Lush rose bushes climb up the stone walls and wrap around the railings, dark green speckled with the pink of countless flowers. Somewhere in the trees the birds break out in song, their melodic chirping a pleasant background noise that accompanies him as he maintains his correspondence.

After this short reprieve for his eyes, he dips the quill back into the black pot of ink on his bureau. A few more letters and he can settle outside in the shade for his afternoon tea, perhaps even indulge and allow himself a lemon tart to go with it. He can’t remember hiring a new cook and yet he swears the smell of freshly baked pastries has filled the halls of the estate more frequently as of late, their taste tempting even him who is usually not one for desserts.

A movement in his peripheral vision distracts him momentarily but when he looks up there is nothing unusual to be seen. Secondo watches the curtains, assuring himself that it must have been the wind playing tricks on him. With a frown on his face, he focuses back on his letters. After a moment, however, he glances back up, suddenly sensing a presence in the room. When he still cannot detect anything out of the ordinary, he assumes that it must have been a ghost wandering the old halls of the manor – it would not be the first time.

Over the scratching sounds of his quill he almost misses the tiny squeak that passes his ears only a moment later. A mouse? No ghosts that haunt him after all. He lets his eyes roam the walls that are lined with bookshelves, trying to spot any scurrying movements on the elaborately patterned rug that muffles the sound. At last, he glances down to his feet and surprise takes over his stern features.

A white baby rabbit sits next to his shoe, its tiny pink nostrils moving rapidly as it sniffs the leather with utmost interest. The creature cannot be bigger than his palm. Where could it possibly come from? As far as he is aware, they do not keep any rabbits, let alone breed them.

“Snowbell?” The voice that suddenly sounds from the balcony is soft and melodic, a young woman he cannot quite place. “Snowbell, where did you go?”

Her figure appears in the frame a mere moment later and she flinches back when she spots Secondo at his desk through the open doors. She immediately averts her eyes, her hair falling into her face and covering her features.

“Please, forgive me for the disturbance, my lord.”

“There is nothing to forgive,” he replies. “I understand you are looking for this little troublemaker here?”

Secondo leans down to pick up the rabbit. Indeed it fits neatly into his gloved palm and he regrets that he cannot feel the soft fur against his fingers. The bunny breathes rapidly, its small body excited or scared, he cannot quite tell.

“Oh, you found her! Thank the lord, I thought she was lost forever.”

“Will you relieve me of her, then? She seems quite restless.”

The young woman who he cannot remember seeing before cautiously enters and with a lowered gaze approaches his desk. Secondo admires her for a moment, her striking complexion and the mesmerising way with which hair shimmers in the golden sunlight. Young and innocent, the daughter of a servant perhaps if the state of her dress is any indication. Yet it does not diminish her beauty nor her youthful radiance; he can tell that she is perhaps five-and-twenty.

She reaches for the bunny and he hands it over the desk, feeling her fingers brushing against his. Again he regrets the barrier between his skin and the world around him but even so he can tell that the heat has risen to her cheeks. She does not seem to be used to the presence of her superiors. He’s well aware of his reputation as a rather reserved and intimidating employer.

“I am not certain that I know your name,” he says before she can scurry off, skittish like the tiny animal that appears a little taller now in her smaller hands.

She replies with her name and a curtsy, not quite lady-like in practice but Secondo can tell that she must have enjoyed a good upbringing. Perhaps she has experience working for nobility.

“Where do you belong to, my girl?”

“I am François’s daughter, my lord.”

“Ah, sì, the new gardener?”

“Yes, my lord.”

He nods, watching her pet the rabbit with her slender fingers as if to calm herself. “And how do you like it here?”

“It is extraordinarily beautiful, my lord. The estate is magnificent and I quite enjoy the work in the kitchens.”

“The kitchens? So it is you who prepares these scrumptious lemon tarts?”

She nods, smiling a bit shyly. “It is a French recipe, my lord. My mother taught me how to make it when I was a wee girl and she worked for the Earl of Carlisle.”

“Are there any lemon tarts today, per chance?”

“I made a fresh batch just this morning, my lord.”

“Wonderful. Now, bring your Snowbell to safety before she scuttles away again.”

“Thank you most kindly, my lord. I promise to be more careful when I take her outside.”

He watches the young woman’s retreating form, reminding himself not to covet what he should not have. It is quite hard at the sight of such a sublime creature, though he rarely allows himself to indulge in thoughts of his carnal desires. The way she takes care of the animal tells him that she has a kind soul and how he could he ever taint it with his rotten hands?

Secondo stands to take his afternoon tea, looking forward to a generous serving of the fresh lemon tarts. He closes the balcony doors before he departs, his correspondence quite forgotten.

✦ ✧ ✦

He is too absorbed in his brother’s letter to notice the music at first.

When he finally does Secondo stops in the middle of the hallway. Rarely does he hear such sweet sounds these days, busy with politics and finances as he is. Ever since inheriting his father’s title as the Earl of Griftwood he is subjected to ball music, loud opera pieces and the talentless daughters of the other lords of the ton.

This subdued private concert is much more to his liking.

He folds the letter and pockets it before investigating the source of the music. Primo has written to him from Italy where his clerical duties keep him occupied. Secondo is relieved to learn that his brother is in good health and filling his new role as the leader of their secret church for which he has forsaken his role as the head of their family. A title that has now fallen to Secondo.

Following the trail of the music carries him further down the hall until he stops in front of a double door that stands slightly ajar. The sitting room beyond is abandoned safe for the person who has taken up residence behind the pianoforte and is now delighting the house with their pleasant tunes. Secondo is not one to swoon but when he discovers the gardener’s daughter, watching as her fingers glide over the keys in an elegant dance, he is quite taken with the sight of her.

It is only after quite some time that he spots the rabbit in her lap.

The piece ends all too soon but Secondo cannot bring himself to reveal his position. He watches on as she lifts Snowbell and places her tiny paws on the keys, playing an easy melody as she giggles and compliments her pet’s musical talent. He thinks that the snow white rabbit is an emblem of her most becoming properties – her soft and lovely presence, her gentle disposition and ethereal beauty. Two creatures that heaven must have forged together. Not for a moment does he think he could ever be worthy of her, no matter if his nobility raises him above her in this strict society. She transcends the rules of birthright and social rank, rules that he has always rejected, if not openly. Perhaps this is why he feels so drawn to her – she represents all that he has ever longed for, all that they strive to achieve with their church of Lucifer.

“I did not know we had a musician in the house,” he finally comments. “Or need I say two musicians?”

She jumps, again, startled by his domineering presence that takes over the room the moment he steps inside. After a few deep breaths she recovers and offers a polite greeting. Snowbell sits in her hand now, no bigger than a baby chick and just as restless. Her head rises as if to greet him as well, tiny button eyes shimmering not without mischief.

“Your brother told me it was alright for me to practice in here and that it is his instrument–”

“I am sorry, my dove, I did not mean to accuse you of anything untoward. Of course you may practice your music in here. We have been deprived of such beautiful sounds for way too long with no ladies in the house.”

Her shoulders sink in relief, the tension finally leaving her. “I hear that his lordship is quite a gifted musician himself. As are his brothers.”

“Ah, sì, sì, if only there was more time for it. I find that without pleasant company I cannot persuade myself to dedicate the time.” He steps further inside the room and takes a seat on one of the velvet settees, moderately close to where she’s now lowering herself back on her stool. His black breeches strain over his thighs and he adjusts his emerald green waistcoat that has ridden up, rights the knot in his cravat. “You play well, piccina. How did you come to master the pianoforte?”

“I may not be of noble upbringing, my lord, but my parents used all their means to ensure that I was educated, perhaps more than befits my station.” Her voice is sharp, not unfriendly but defensive nonetheless. “A person’s rank in society does not determine their talent for musical play.”

“I apologise if I offended your sensibilities, my dove. I did not mean to imply that your origin should have anything to do with your capability of learning an instrument.”

“No apologies are needed, my lord. It is true that such opportunities are not provided to many of my status. I cherish my privileges every day.”

Her eloquence and quick wit impress him, the dignified countenance with which she holds herself even in the face of an older man much above her in station. It would be easy to think that she is a noble lady, if it weren’t for her lack of fine clothing and jewellery. He fights off the urge to accoutre her, to dress her in the finest garments he can find in all of London and Paris or Rome. How lovely she would look with her hair done up, her slender neck exposed for his eyes alone.

And not just for his eyes.

Before he can inquire any further, Snowbell suddenly leaps from her lap. The rabbit lands on the soft carpet and scampers over towards the settee on her tiny legs.

“Oh, not again Snowbell,” the girl laments, but then she notices the rabbit’s direction and smiles softly. “I suppose she has taken a liking to you, my lord.”

“I hope she is not the only one,” he counters, allowing himself this moment of reverie.

Flustered, she averts her gaze, reacting in much the same way that he hoped she would. “Who could not be taken with him when his lordship is so very generous and kind of heart?”

Secondo smiles to himself as he leans down to pick up the cheeky rabbit, removing one of his dark leather gloves to finally feel the softness of her fur. “How did you come in possession of such an animal?” he finds himself asking. “She is quite unusual, no?”

“Oh, my father was engaged to work for another noble house in the city just before we came here and he found a nest in their garden. Snowbell was the only white rabbit of the litter. While the children of the house were allowed to keep the other rabbits they thought her cursed and wanted to kill her. I begged him to let me save her and bring her here.”

How charitable, he thinks, saving those who are unwanted, those who are abandoned by God, not differentiating between human or beast. How perfectly she would fit into his family whose ideals and values would have them shunned from society if they lived them openly. Perhaps it was not God who sent her but Lucifer himself. For him to love, to cherish, to worship.

He is aware that he is getting ahead of himself.

Snowbell allows him to pet her but he eventually stands to place the rabbit back in her saviour’s hands. This time, her fingers brush against the bare skin of his palm. A shiver runs through him, tingling down his spine before settling warmly in his lower belly.

Her heated cheeks are evidence that she feels the same way.

“Do you enjoy reading, my girl?” he asks, only now noticing the book she must have placed on the instrument. A romance novel, he notes, not without a hint of disappointment. He could not be any more different from the heroes of such tales if he tried.

“I do, my lord.” She cradles Snowbell gently against her bosom, almost protectively, and he has to tear is his eyes away from the soft skin there. “I am an avid reader when I do find the time.”

“Please, feel free to use my personal library at your convenience. I am sure that you are in want of new reading material. This book appears to be… well-loved.”

“Are you quite certain, my lord? I would not want to impose–”

“Oh, nonsense. Many of the books have been collecting dust for way too long.”

Perhaps this suggestion stems from him wanting her to frequent his spaces and not those of his brother, if only to raise his chances of running into her. If Terzo offered her his instrument then he is sure that his eyes are not the only ones that she has caught. Secondo shares many a thing with his brother, but he will not share her.

“Thank you, my lord,” she says. “I am not sure what I have done to deserve your generosity but I shall cherish it forever.”

“Hm, your services are well-appreciated, my dove. I merely wish to make your life here a little more pleasant.”

She giggles. “His lordship must really like the lemon tarts.”

Her laughter shakes him to his very core. He is tempted to smile, or to tell her that it is not the tarts that have captivated him, but all this foolish impulse does is distort his stern features into a grimace. Before her eyes can linger on him, he departs with quick steps and a racing heart, making sure to leave the door open.

A few moments later the soft tunes of her music accompany him back to his study.

✦ ✧ ✦

The rustling of the page is a steady noise in the background as he works away at the desk he strategically positioned in his library. The expense reports of the estate are all in order and yet he goes over them once more – if only to stretch out the time in her presence.

He looks up to find Snowbell happily munching on a carrot in her little crate on the floor. His true heart’s desire, however, is reading a romance novel that he so graciously stocked the library with. Not that anyone will ever see a report of this particular expense.

“Are the new books to your liking, my dove?” he finds himself asking.

“They are quite enjoyable, my lord.” She looks up, marking her page before she closes the book. “And yet… I find that I do not want a love like these books promise. It sounds rather boring to me.”

“How so?”

“The true appeal of a person lies in his or her imperfections, my lord. Not even the finest, most handsome young man could tempt me when there is no flaw in his character that captures my interest. If I should ever fall in love it should be with a man much older who has been shaped by the hardships of life, with rough edges but a core that still carries a soft heart that he only shows to those he holds dear. I should like to uncover this heart and have it beat only for me.”

Secondo pauses for a moment. Could it be true? Could a beautiful young woman like her truly fall for an old man such as himself? Accept that their love would be flawed and rejected by society and love him all the more for it? If it is true what she implies then does he dare hope–

“You are quite different from what I expected, my lord,” she says before his thoughts can carry him away. “I have heard many things that I now know to be untrue.”

“And how so?”

“Everyone told me that you were quiet and rather cold, polite but not in the habit of keeping anyone’s company and while generous with your staff they said it is rare to see you outside of your study. And yet… I have only ever sensed your warmth, your generosity, and while you are a private man I feel as though I got to know you merely by being in the same room and striking up idle conversation. You have requested my presence almost daily as of late and I must admit that I find great comfort in spending my time with you, so much so that I feel sad when a day goes by and I cannot see you.”

Secondo stands abruptly, overwhelmed by the sudden sparks of emotion that ignite the fire in a heart he has long since thought to be withered. His long legs carry him to where she is sitting on a plush settee, the golden sun from the window illuminating her like an angel incarnate. She is a dream he finds himself caught in, and not of his own volition.

“My dove,” he says as he kneels down in front of her, grasping her hand tightly in his. “Your companionship is the greatest gift that I have ever received.”

He presses a fervent kiss to her knuckles, quite overcome with his desires. How he longs to pull her into his embrace, to kiss her plump cheeks and soft lips, to keep her trapped against his chest and stroke her hair for hours.

When he meets her eyes, she seems surprised by his sudden outburst, but not at all repelled like he had feared. “My dear lord, how I wish we could have met under different circumstances.”

Secondo releases a shuddering breath and buries his face in her lap. When she begins to caress his head, running her soft fingers along the sharp lines of his cheekbones, he feels like he wants to weep.

✦ ✧ ✦

The delivery goes smoothly – until his brother appears in the doorway.

“A new instrument?” Terzo asks. “Whatever for? You could have asked to use mine, fratello.”

Secondo grumbles in reply, wishing his brother would finally leave. He is dressed smartly – a dark purple brocade waistcoat with a matching tailcoat, black breeches, a white cravat, high leather boots and a brand new top hat – ready to leave for a picnic or whatever social event he is planning to attend in pursuit of his latest sweetheart. He has always mirrored Secondo’s expensive taste in clothing but decided that his colour was purple instead of green. If it weren’t for Secondo’s lack of hair and Terzo’s thick black locks their brotherly relation would be uncanny, if not a little ridiculous.

“Do you not have to make an appearance somewhere else?” Secondo asks when his brother lingers while they set up the pianoforte under his watchful eyes.

“Oh, I still have enough time to observe my brother’s folly. Tell me, did she bewitch you so that you are wasting the family’s funds now? How exactly do you plan on introducing the gardener’s daughter to polite society, fratello?”

A deep breath. Secondo cannot strangulate him in front of the suppliers. “I do not know what you are talking about. I merely wish to possess an instrument of my own.”

“Mhm and the ornate rabbits carved into the wood? Are those to your taste as well?”

“I am very fond of animals. I quite enjoy the design, do you not find it endearing?”

Terzo merely chuckles in reply, the words altogether unfamiliar from his bother’s tongue, and pats his shoulder with a heavy hand. “I will make sure that the pamphlets are filled with someone else’s transgressions, should you decide that a diversion of the ton’s attention is needed in light of your imminent marriage to a commoner.”

Secondo refuses to argue with him, Terzo is too smart for that. Instead he waits until they are alone again and his brother further inspects the pianoforte. The tunes he lures from the keys are splendid, much richer in sound than any he has heard before. A good investment, Secondo decides.

“What a splendid instrument,” his brother says. “I shall hope that your little rabbit plays it for you on many an occasion.”

“I plan to have her play it for me every day for as long as I live.”

Terzo raises a brow. “So you do intend to propose? My, my! I did not expect you to ever let go of your determination to stay alone for the rest of your days. What has changed?”

“I met the loveliest creature to walk this earthly plane, fratello, I have been touched by her angelic hands and saw the true meaning of paradise. I do not care much what polite society has to say about our union. I am quite ready to be selfish after I sacrificed my freedom for this family.”

“And politics, your favourite subject?”

“I do not plan to advertise this marriage, fratello. I shall be ready to face all the consequences, for her love will carry me through the worst of it.”

“Oh, how you have changed!” Terzo snickers but not unkindly. “I am very happy for you, brother mine. She will make a lovely wife for an old grump such as yourself.”

“You are just as old,” Secondo says dismissively. “And yet you act like a bachelor in the prime of his youth.”

“And I shall continue to do so for as long as I can. If you will excuse me now, I have a rendezvous to attend and I am already late.”

The moment Terzo departs, Secondo allows his own hands to explore the pianoforte. He is quite out of practice but the finely tuned instruments sounds wonderful even under his stiff fingers. An old song finds its way into his head and he allows his memory to do the rest of the work.

When he finally finishes, he is pulled from his trance by the loveliest of voices.

“My lord, you asked for me,” she says timidly as she approaches him. “I do not wish to interrupt when you play such lovely songs.”

“You are not interrupting, my dove. Please, come here, sit down in my stead. This is yours now.”

“Oh, but my lord–” She trails off, her pupils widening at the sight of the brand new instrument.

He is not certain what he did to upset her. “If you would rather play a harp or a lyre–”

“No, no, that is not what I mean, my lord. I just… I am not worthy of such an expensive gift.”

“Oh, but my dove, you are more than worthy. And it is not entirely selfless. I hope I will be hearing your sweet music more often while I am working in here.”

She smiles affectionately. “I shall play for his lordship whenever he wishes. I shall… I shall play until my fingers hurt!”

“I would never allow for this to happen,” he decides, reaching for her hands and massaging them gently in his. “No pain may befall my dearest for as long as I am here to prevent it.”

She holds his gaze, hope shimmering in her irises. “I shall play with caution then, I would not want my lord to be in distress on my behalf. Would you hold Snowbell for me, please?”

Before she sits, she pulls the rabbit from the pocket of her dress where the she must have napped for she perks up sleepily when she is set down in his broad hands. Secondo does not make a move to stand.

“My lord–”

He uses his free hand to pull her into his lap and she gasps before her fingers find the keys. He can feel her shivering against his chest, her breathing as rapid as his heartbeat.

“I am not sure that I can play under his lordship’s scrutiny,” she whispers.

“I am quite certain that you can.”

With another shaky breath she begins to play. Heavenly tunes fill the room, her hands working their magic on the keys of the fine instrument. It is a song he has not heard before, slow and rather quiet but all the more powerful on his emotions. Her confidence soon returns and she plays in the same carefree way that he has grown to enjoy, only this time she is in his space, where she belongs. She is in his arms, breathes the very same air that flows through his lungs, and he can sense that he made the right choice.

The moment her hands come to a stop, he places Snowbell back in her palms and turns her sideways over his lap. Flustered by the proximity she glances down to her hands, only to notice that the rabbit has a white ribbon loosely tied around her body.

“I will ask your father for your hand,” Secondo says bluntly and her eyes widen.

“My lord, that is… it is impossible.”

“It will be possible, if it is your wish as well.”

“But, I am just–”

He stops her, taking her chin between his fingers to force her eyes to meet his. “My dove, I need a clear answer.”

“Yes.”

Overcome with relief he closes the distance and devours her lips in a passionate kiss. She presses against him with the same fervour, though careful not to squash the rabbit in her hand. Her body feels heated underneath the thin fabric of her cheap dress and he vows to have the modiste come the very next day to take her measurements. His hands roam her curves without shame now while he ravishes her, kissing her with a passion that threatens to make his heart burst, unused as it is to such feral emotion. She tugs at his cravat then, and he relents, allowing them both to break away for air.

Her forehead falls against his, their noses brushing as their heavy breaths mingle in the space in between. Suddenly Snowbell squeals in her palm and when they both look down the rabbit leaps from her hand onto the keyboard. As the off-key notes penetrate the room, they both smile. Perhaps they have to hire a different musician for the wedding after all.

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🐰 — you're the one (that im dreamin' of)

summary: ever since that stupid kiss with jackie, things have gotten worse. you just wish she liked you back. warnings: fluff with angst, childhood best friends to lovers, pining, dysphoria mentions/internalized transphobia, timeskips. not proofread a/n: 3k WORDS HOLY FUCK????? this is my first fic that ive done that has gotten to be this long im amazed wtf! this is definitively a favorite of mine now, and i hope you all enjoy it <3

you're just sitting next to each other on the couch watching a movie, you don't know why your heart is beating so fast.

maybe it's because her shoulder is touching yours, and every time she finds a joke funny, she leans into you while laughing, causing you to sweat and nervously laugh along with her.

god, you need to get over your little crush on jackie. well, it's not little at all, actually - you know you're in love with her, which is 10x worse. but the worst part is the voice in the back of your head telling you that she'd never be with someone like you. someone trans.

you know it's not true - jackie was very supportive when you came out to her in middle school. she was the only one defending you from shitty kids and let you stay at her house for a while when your parents found all your binding stuff and threw you out. of course, you had to go back eventually but they made you throw out anything related to that 'sinful' shit.

jackie would sneak you some of shauna's flannels when you'd reach the bus stop so you could be yourself outside of home, and you always chalked that fluttery feeling in your stomach when she called you handsome down to gender euphoria. which is partly true, but you secretly wished she would've called you her boyfriend instead.

but even so, you'd have to swallow the bile that rose to your throat when senior year of high school started, and you'd see her talking to jeff - to a real man. you know that there wasn't anything going on between them, but your stomach would churn when she would mention how cute he looked that day. it made you angry - at her, at jeff, at your parents, at yourself.

so angry, that you would start ignoring her. being too close to her got to your head and it was getting hard to ignore your growing feelings for her. but this is jackie we're talking about, and she cornered you until you spat out some pathetic excuse that you were just busy with homework to ever go see her. she didn't buy it for a second, but she saw how uncomfortable you were and didn't want to press you about it. you somehow made it through the rest of the school year with only seeing her a couple times while hanging out with mutual friends.

now, it's your freshman year at rutgers which jackie begged you to apply at so you could be college buddies, and to be honest, it wasn't your first choice, but you applied anyways. and it was the only one you got accepted to, so you had no choice in the matter. coincidentally, you and jackie had the same history class, so it was only natural that she had asked you to come over to her house to reconnect.

which was a bad idea.

"have you ever kissed someone?" jackie speaks suddenly, turning to you while twirling her hair around a finger.

you splutter for a second, gulping hard. "u-uh, no, i haven't. have you?"

please say no, please say no.

"me neither." she smiles, and if you hadn't been too embarrassed to make eye contact, you would have seen the way she glanced at your lips. you hum at her response and nod before turning your attention back to the movie.

a beat passes.

"wait, we should totally practice on each other!" she says it as if it were a huge revelation. she's looking at you with sparkles in her eyes and an innocent grin, reaching for the remote to pause the movie.

"what?" you squeak out, scooting up and sitting straighter on the couch, swallowing hard as you look at her. your hand shakes as you bring it up to scratch at the back of your head. "are you serious?"

"of course," she rolls her eyes. jackie leans in closer to you and grabs your hands, and if she heard the nervous breath of air you let out, she chose to ignore it. "i mean, it wouldn't even be awkward, right? we've known each other since we were kids. and besides, it's just a little practice, no harm done."

oh, if you only knew.

you think about it - really, think about it. you don't wanna kiss her just because you like her. you know that would just cause more problems with your feelings for her. but at the same time, you've barely gotten to know anyone while at this college and the only girl you talk to here is your classmate who sits beside you in art, and she only asked for a pencil one time. so, who knows when the next time you'd be given this opportunity to kiss another girl, let alone jackie taylor.

of course, there would be no other option you'd pick besides kissing her, even if that means destroying your friendship with her forever. for you, at least. she'd go on with her life and you'd be stuck dealing with all the emotions and be lucky if you don't suddenly explode with them.

you nod slowly, choosing to ignore the sinking feeling in your gut. your lips tremble as you speak, and a cold sweat consumes your body. "s-sure. it's just practice." you try to convince yourself of it, but it doesn't seem to work that well.

jackie giggles and claps her hands together, wiggling her toes as she gets in position next to you, and you nearly back out of it as you feel her breath hit your lips. she places her hand on your shoulder for a second, picking at the fabric of your shirt before trailing her hand to your neck and pulling you in for a soft kiss.

your brain immediately shuts off and you can hear the wires crack with electricity as her plump lips move against yours. you have no choice but to let her take control of the kiss, jackie giving you experimental pecks before getting brave enough to stick her tongue in your mouth.

you moan at the feeling, eyes widening with embarrassment as you pull away, wiping your lips with the back of your hand. you can't look her in the eye as you stutter out apologies, but you wish you could because the only thing you can focus on is how swollen her lips are.

"how was it? was i good?" she asks hopefully, leaning in and anticipating your response.

"mhm." is all you can say.

she raises her fists in a celebratory manner, proud of her newly found skill. she buzzes with excitement, looking lost in thought as she replays the moment in her head. she grabs the remote and turns to you again, seemingly mistaking your frozen state for some sort of expectation on her part.

"you were good too." she reaches out and touches your arm, eyebrows furrowing at how suddenly you get up.

"sorry-i just," you wipe at your nose and clear your throat, looking anywhere but her. "i forgot i have an early class tomorrow, and i don't wanna stay up late."

"oh, okay." she nods, trying not to sound disappointed. she watches you walk away and calls out your name, remembering something. "wait! you should come to my party that i'm hosting in a few weeks."

"what party?"

"it's just a small party with friends and their friends, probably. it's to kick off our first semester of college." she smiles and shrugs, bouncing on her tippy toes. "i really want you to be there with me."

"and shauna!" she adds quickly. "her semester at brown doesn't start for a couple more weeks so she's coming over to visit. she's been asking about you too, i don't know why she's suddenly so interested in you." she crosses her arms, looking annoyed.

"i'll try to show up, but don't expect anything." you tell her, giving her a small smile. you feel your heart skip a beat at her excited squeal and hug, awkwardly melting into it.

you walk out the door and can feel your emotions building up, kicking a stray rock on jackie's sidewalk before you let out a heavy sigh and wipe your face.

"fuck!"

the second you get to the party, you make a beeline straight for the drinks.

jackie's front door was unlocked when you arrived and for now, she was nowhere to be found. you're not entirely sure why you decided to show up in the first place - you've been a mess since that kiss you had with her all those weeks ago. it's all you can think about and replay in your mind, and some of your grades have started to slip. the thought of seeing her here after successfully avoiding her, which was surprisingly easy with a clever lie about being busy with classes, made you want to vomit.

you gulp down your 4th shot, grimacing at the burn in your throat. you pull out your phone and check the time - 9:49 p.m. you could stay another hour or so, take advantage of all the free drinks, maybe say a quick "hi" to jackie and shauna and then leave.

"should you really be drinking that much?" you hear a raspy voice tease from behind you.

speak of the devil.

you turn around and are face to face with shauna shipman, one of your best friends from elementary school. the last time you had spoken to her was a couple of days before high school graduation, and it was about jackie, because of course it would be. she had urged you to grow some balls and ask her out before any other person with brains would. you chickened out, that same voice in the back of your head saying she would've rejected you. of course, you've kept up with her through texts, but you haven't really had the time or heart to respond to all her questions about how it's going with jackie.

you roll your eyes and bashfully smile at the sight of her, clad in her iconic plaid shirt, which you're pretty sure is the exact one jackie gave you that one time. you shake your head to rid the thought of her, bringing shauna in for a hug. you inhale the scent of her cologne, sighing against her shoulder as your mind spins.

"i've missed you, shipman." you pull away from her and grab another shot, ignoring how she scoffs and rolls her eyes. despite this, she reaches out and grabs herself one, clinking it against your glass before you both swallow it down.

"you look good." she compliments, punching your arm and scanning your body over. "i heard that you've been on T for a while now, congrats. i like the little baby beard thing you've got going on." you swat her hand away from your face as she tries to touch it, chuckling at her antics.

"oh, thanks." you say with fake earnest, scratching at your stubble. "i've only been letting it grow out for 6 months now, no big deal."

"i'm sure jackie loves it, she's always had a thing for beards." shauna replies, smirking at you.

your smile drops a bit at the mention of jackie and you clear your throat awkwardly, looking away. shauna looks at you quizzically, wondering what she said wrong. you shake your head, pouring yourself another shot before sighing.

"it's a long story." you slur, the alcohol finally catching up to you. she grabs you by the hands and leads you through the crowd of people and into jackie's backyard, pulling a chair out and sitting you down.

"well, spit it out."

you end up spilling your guts to shauna about your feelings and what happened with jackie, surprising yourself for being able hold tears back as you pour your heart out. she rubs your back comfortingly as she listens to you talk about everything, her heart hurting as you mention your internalized transphobia.

she opens her mouth to speak but another voice calls out for you.

"there you are!" jackie yells, stopping in her tracks when she sees how close shauna is to you. her annoyance turns into concern when she notices how drunk you are. "i've been looking for you everywhere."

you giggle at her, looking up with a dopey smile and rush to your feet. "jackieeeee, hi."

"how much has he had to drink?" jackie looks at shauna, growing more concerned. you stumble into her arms, and she catches you, trying to keep you still as you mumble incoherently into her neck.

shauna shrugs, wondering if she should intervene. you're nearly black out, but she knows this would be the only way on earth that you'd confess to jackie. "maybe 4, 5 shots?"

jackie scoffs, rolling her eyes. she grabs your face and looks at you with a soft expression. "i'm gonna take you back to my room, okay? you can rest in there until you get sober enough."

"noooo," you pout, letting yourself get tugged by her back into the house and up the stairs, which you nearly trip on. you huff and puff as she pushes you into her room, feeling old memories come back at being in here. "you're no fun."

she ignores you and guides you over to her bed, pulling the covers back and helping you get in. you have no energy to fight back as she tucks you in, moving stray hairs out of your face and kissing your forehead. she leaves for a second to fetch you water, forcing you to drink some.

"why did you have to ask me to do it?" you ask suddenly, hiccupping and closing your eyes as you feel yourself get tired.

"do what?" she says quietly, running her nails over your scalp as she watches over you.

"ask me to practice kissing." you mumble. "i hated it. i hate you."

"i'm sorry." she apologizes, feeling a pang of sadness at your words. "i never wanted to make you fe-."

"i think i'm in love with you, jackie."

she freezes, her movements stilling as she processes what you just said. she swallows down what she really wants to say and shakes her head, blinking away tears. "you're drunk, you don't mean that."

"i do. i've known since middle school, i just could never tell bring myself to tell you because you'd never date someone like me."

"shut up." she gets out of bed, releasing a shaky sigh and fixing her hair. she feels her stomach drop as you give her a dejected look and turns around to face the door. "you can sleep here tonight. i'll come and check on you in the morning."

she walks towards the door and opens it, not looking back to you as she whispers a "goodnight." you're too drunk right now to care about what you just did, so you close your eyes and sleep.

you wake up with arguably the biggest hangover ever and groan, covering up the creeping sunlight with your blanket. wait- not your blanket, jackie's blanket. you sit up, feeling your heart sink as you realize what happened last night.

shit.

just as you're about to get out of bed, the door opens and in walks jackie, looking surprised at you being awake.

"i've checked on you like 5 different times, and you were always asleep." she chuckles awkwardly, sitting at the foot of the bed and fingering the loose thread on her pajamas. "i didn't know if you had classes today but i figured i'd let you sleep in anyway."

"thanks." you mutter, licking your dry lips and reaching for the water she brought you last night and taking a generous swig. you glance at the clock that reads 2:33 p.m. and sigh. you do have a 3 o'clock class but you really don't think you can handle going anywhere today.

the room is filled with uncomfortable silence as you both sit and pretend like you're not glancing at each other. you fumble with the water bottle before you gather the courage and speak with a small voice.

"i'm, uh, i'm sorry about last night. i wasn't thinking." that's as best as you can do without feeling like throwing up.

"did you mean it? what you said about me?" jackie scoots closer, removing the water bottle from your grip and placing it back on the nightstand. you internally scream as you make eye contact with her before looking away, feeling too nervous. her hand covers yours and you feel a shock of electricity, nodding your head slowly as you glance back to her.

"y-yes." you finally say, voice breaking. "i meant it."

you watch as her shoulders relax, closing her eyes and sighing out. she looks to you with a half grin and playfully shoves you, bouncing to her knees on the bed and holding you by the shoulders. "you're an idiot."

"excuse me?" you furrow your eyebrows, looking at her like she's crazy.

jackie shakes her head and pushes you back so you're lying down the bed and gets onto your lap, her lips meeting yours in a sweet kiss. you feel like you're having a fever dream between the hangover and jackie kissing you, but you welcome it, placing your hands on her hips and kissing her back.

you spend at least 5 minutes catching up with a long awaited makeout session, jackie pulling back with a satisfied grin. she rests her forehead against yours and caresses your cheek with her hand, looking into your eyes with a loving expression that makes your heart flutter.

"i was waiting for you to confess to me all these years, you know." she mumbles, kissing your nose. "i was starting to think you were gay or something."

you chuckle, tracing random patterns on her back. you lean up and flip her over on her back, smiling at her sound of surprise that flies from her mouth. you place your arms over both sides of her head and kiss her gently, pulling back only slightly.

"well, here's my confession. jackie taylor, i've been in love with you since we were in middle school. you would make me the happiest man in the world if you went out with me. what do you say?"

"hmm," she ponders, giggling as you pinch her side. she brings you in for another long, sweet kiss, getting sidetracked as she stares at you.

"i say yes."

#.myworks #jackie taylor thoughts 💭#yellowjackets x reader #jackie taylor x reader

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Kalim Al Asim - Roughhousing With A Male Reader

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Our resident babygirl Kalim deserves more content to be written for him, so thank you 🫧Bubbles anon for submitting this kalim ask!🙏 I hope this is to your liking, I stayed as close to the original ask material as possible. —Benny🐰

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Giggles could be heard echoing throughout the wide hallways of the Scarabia dorm; light and playful as they bounced around the walls.

Inside the dormhead's bedroom, he and his boyfriend are sprawled out on the floor; the tanned boy trying his best to escape from your secure grip. Your chest to his back as your arms were locked around his midsection; your hold was warm, loving, and mischievous. He squeaks and giggles you begin to pepper the side of his face with kisses.

Abruptly—

You stand up off of the floor; pulling him up with you. You let him go, much to his confusion, before you raise a hand to his cheek and place a gentle kiss on his forehead. You smirk, attempting to hide it, as an idea strikes you.

"Brace yourself, Mesemb*."

You spoke teasingly; grabbing him up in your arms suddenly and throwing him over your shoulder.

Kalim squeals as he's tossed onto his large plush mattress from his previous place draped over your broad shoulder, bouncing high from the force of his landing. Quickly, you crawl onto the bed and lock your hands onto his wrists; strong enough to keep him in place but loose enough not to hurt him.

"Looks like I win~"

You coo at him; seeing his shocked expression has you smirking with accomplishment.

But the look of surprise quickly crumbles away as he beams at you with the cute grin that he blesses you with every time you see him. His cheeks warming as his eyes are closed in absolute glee.

"Yeah, you won this time; but I'll get you the next!"

Kalim chirps; looking angelic in the orange glow of the setting sun that peeks through his sheer drapes.

Leaning forward; you give him a gentle kiss on his nose, his right cheek, his left, his forehead, and finally his lips. He smiles so sweetly at you; feeling his face warm several degrees hotter when your lips finally meet his own.

"I love you, Mesemb."

You humm quietly; releasing his wrists and holding yourself above him on your forearms.

"I love you too, Rohi*."

The garnet-eyed boy giggles as he gives you a kiss of his own.

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*¹ Coppery mesemb (Malephora crocea) is a flowering perennial herb native to Africa. The coppery mesemb is an ice plant that has been introduced in California in the United States and is considered a noxious weed there.

*² Rohi means “my soul mate”. So calling someone rohi means you'll love them a lot longer than your life - for eternity.

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[⛵️] if only you knew (maybe you already do) w/ svt_pt.1

✤ pairing: hyung!line x reader / idol!svt / non.idol!you / friends-to-lovers(ish) / lowkey mutual pining ✤ disclaimer: curse words (none with ill intention!) / inspired by this prompt list! ✤ mini-fics with each member for the same situation / less than 400 words per member / altogether: 2,028 words ✤ in which these are the little things you notice that he does (whether he wants you to or not...) [masterlist ⛵️] / other members are below the cut!

[🍒] seungcheol seungcheol is an absolute fool for trying to think that he would be able to mask the way his smile creeps onto his face the second you stepped into his arms. the warmth he feels rushing through his veins, straight to his cheeks when he feels you putting your arms around him to reciprocate the bear hug he engulfs you in, head pressed to the side of yours with a giddy grin. he has his fingers crossed, hoping that you don’t feel the way his heart is pounding in his chest; threatening to fly out. maybe you do notice it. maybe you don’t. maybe you’re just saving him from the embarrassment but regardless... he’s grateful (and not-so-grateful) when you pull back with a small smile on your face. maybe next time... he’ll be brave enough to admit his feelings for you in close proximity but today... today he’ll just–”you look good, y/n.” he’s wholeheartedly thankful that you’re not pressed chest-to-chest to him because his heart just flew out of his rib cage when you smile widely and point at–”right back at you, handsome.” seungcheol almost forgot to breathe.

[👼] jeonghan “hey,” jeonghan feels a nudge to his side with an elbow. he looks up from being seated on the sofa, nonchalantly scrolling on his phone and finds himself being attacked with the way your presence effortlessly tugs his lips upwards before he can control himself. it’s like he’s being lit up; suddenly feeling the surge of energy that makes him sit up a little as you flop onto the sofa next to him. hell, he won’t even question how he didn’t hear you come in. “hey,” he greets back, playfully bumping you with his shoulder in return. you sink into the sofa and partially lean against him, sneaking a peek at his instagram feed before you ask: “wanna hang out? there’s a new cafe down the block and–”you can barely finish your invitation when he–”sure!” the two of you are slightly surprised at his outburst of an answer but it doesn’t deter you too far from your excitement. you chuckle and lean away, so you can pat his shoulder with a smile, about to tell him to get ready to go but he–”i mean... yeah, it would be nice.” he tries to cover up, even if he failed miserably. with the way you’re beaming at him and egging him to let’s go, then! reassures him that maybe you don’t mind it at all. (you don’t, but that’s a conversation for another time)

[🐰] joshua the night had started out in good fun... when a bit of alcohol too much later grants you and joshua to be sprawled out by the living room with a few of the other guys scattered in the background. joshua doesn’t know how the topic of love came up but it did after another shot of soju is exchanged and the only thing keeping you two barricaded from each other is the coffee table. “you’ve... been a bit more affectionate lately, shua. maybe a bit too obvious, too.” your words mutter into the air, aiming straight for his chest as his cheeks continue to redden; not from the alcohol. “...what?” he tries to laugh it off, even though he knows it’s not looking too good on his side when you can tell he’s nervous past the alcohol swimming in your system. “really?” you raise a brow, sitting up a little as you hold yourself up with elbows on the table, squinting at him, “you drove two hours to get me when my car broke down.” joshua’s quiet for a moment before he tries to squeak out: “i’m a nice guy?” it does nothing to defend his case when you chuckle, folding your arms on the table as you shake your head, “two hours, shua.” he swallows, watching as you lean your head down to rest, eyes fluttering shut. “h-how long have you known?” the curiosity got the best of him and maybe he shouldn’t have asked but–he can see the way you’re smiling, giggling as you coo, “goodnight, shua.” joshua lowers his head with a smile etched to his face, goodnight, y/n.

[🐱] junhui jun finds himself being seated next to you or opposite you almost every single time the two of you are at the same outing. he wonders if it’s his natural gravitation to want to be close to you or of it’s some sort of fate tying you two together. there are times–moments–sparingly, fleeting in his conscious when you’re a bit too close that it makes him malfunction. jihoon and minghao already has a mental note of how jun seems a tiny bit more giggly whenever you’re around or how it brings him out of his shell to want to talk more to capture your attention. it’s hilarious to them, however, that they get front row seats of being seated opposite you and jun, who’s sharing a menu to see what you’d like to order. the slight motion of you looking to your side and jun looking up at the same time hitches the breath in jun’s throat as his eyes grow wide at the realisation to being in such close proximity to you. “oops, sorry,” your sheepish smile appears as you shift away. “no, no, don’t worry,” he chalks up quickly, already shifting back towards you and nudging the menu in your direction. with a chuckle, you nod and lean towards him, eyes scanning the page. (minghao slyly nudges the menu towards jun, only for the latter to motion it away so he can share one with you. jihoon shakes his head and laughs, accommodated by jun’s shy smile as he takes the opportunity to lean closer towards you.)

[🐯] soonyoung “w-what?” soonyoung’s voice is soft, a little shy but barely audible when the ruckus of their dressing room is always on heightened hype merely an hour before their stage performance. you chuckle and dip down a bit more, and soonyoung loves hates the way he’s able to see how your eyes are sparkling at him under the fluorescent lights. “i said you look incredible! love the hairstyle, too!” you watch as soonyoung digests your words. the mere appearance of hoshi has disappeared; the confident, self-proclaimed tiger has exited the building. leaving you with just kwon soonyoung (who you’ve come to adore just as much). “oh,” he nods in acknowledgement, “t-thanks. you too!” he doesn’t realise that you’re laughing when he’s focused on the way you’re smiling. it’s not until your laugh dies down that you motion to your own attire. it’s a simple hoodie with the strings chewed out and a pair of sweats. “i do? i thought i looked like a bum,” you have your hands on your hips, looking at down at your clothes that you miss the soft you still look pretty. when you look up to meet with his gaze once more, he’s awkwardly laughing to ease the tension and you take it as a cue to disturb the other guys. “i’ll see you later, okay? good luck out there!” he tries his best to reply, only managing a garbled up thanks! see you soon! he doesn’t realise since you left him to poke fun at chan’s hair that a pout has appeared on his face as he sinks deeper into the sofa. (”what did y/n say to you that made you all choked up?” seungkwan snort, joining soonyoung on the sofa. “they said i looked incredible, that they liked my hair...” seungkwan can’t even make fun of the guy when he starts to bend forward and bury his face in his hands, probably the embarrassment has hit him already with the way he reacted.)

[🍚] jihoon it was a camping trip with a couple of the boys and invited friends. it wasn’t a wonder that jihoon’s plus-one was you but what was a wonder was how you two had been seated by the lake, alone, for the past hour with no intentions of regrouping with the rest. the sun had just set and you found yourself being immersed in the conversation just as much as jihoon was. sharing a blanket, seated on a couple of flat stone surfaces. it wasn’t until the crack of a twig snatches your attention from jihoon that has him looking like a grumpy cat at–”picture time!” seokmin grins, holding his camera up, “augh, it took me so long to find you two. might as well go on a honeymoon, yeah?” from over your shoulder, seokmin catches jihoon’s expression and words of quit it! when you turn the cheek and meet his gaze, jihoon’s face softens and offers you a small smile, nodding when you ask him if he wants a picture. you scoot closer to him and jihoon lifts his arm up–does he put it around you? just a hand on your shoulder? can he lean his head against yours? how wide should he smile? too much and it might be obvious. too little and he looks like he might hate you and–abort, abort! jihoon tries not to malfunction when you casually lean into him, the side of your head pressed to his and a smile emerges. he doesn’t even process that you’re gone until a minute or two later, now seeing you and seokmin in front of him as you two go through the pictures and initial pictures. “he looks like a grumpy kitten! that’s so cute!” you exclaim, glancing at jihoon and back to seokmin’s camera. he tries to laugh it off when he sees how happy you look, but makes a mental note to have a nice, long chat with seokmin when everyone regroups later. seokmin counts his blessings and vows to stay by your side for his safety.

[🦊] wonwoo in wonwoo’s defense, he had no idea that it was blatantly obvious that he had been staring for the past ten minutes. all he knew was the music of the party was bumping to the max that he found himself secluded in a corner with a drink and his eyes naturally landed on you as you chatted with chan, a cup in your hands. the two of you were trying to outdo one another in weird dance moves–of course you were. at least wonwoo’s able to hold back his laughter when you do the robot and mockingly flick chan’s fringe in the process but apparently, it’s not enough to mask his poker face when–”you know, hyung,” mingyu clears his throat, using his head to point at the direction wonwoo’s been staring at for a while, “you can actually go there and talk to them.” when wonwoo processes the words coming out of mingyu’s mouth, he straightens his back and shakes his head, “n-nah, it’s fine. i’m good here.” mingyu smirks, squinting his eyes a little, “you hesitated. so you’ve thought about it.” wonwoo’s mouth opens to retort, but he finds that his eyes are widening when–”hey! there you are,” a familiar voice makes the shit-eating-grin on mingyu’s face grow wider when he processes who it is. “ah! y/n! a pleasant surprise!” mingyu chuckles when you lightly punch his shoulder, now diverting your attention to–”mr. jeon. would you be my partner?” wonwoo’s eyes nearly pop out of his skull, breath stuck in his throat until you finish your sentence with: “in beer pong? chan said he wants two on two and i refuse to be grouped with that idiot.” not even the way chan yells from a distance i heard that! could steer wonwoo away from his stunned expression. he only reacts when you tell him it’s fine if he’s not up for it, and that you could pair up with mingyu–”n-no!” wonwoo stands, clearing his throat, “i’d love to.” at his surge of enthusiasm, you don’t hesitate to reach for his wrist and grin at him, “perfect! let’s kick chan’s ass!” (mingyu gives wonwoo a small wave when they meet eyes just before you drag him away and mingyu decides to be a spectator; front row seats to seeing how you effortlessly bring wonwoo to his knees with every little thing you do.)

#svt reactions #svt reaction #svt scenarios #svt scenario #seungcheol scenarios #choi seungcheol #jeonghan scenarios #yoon jeonghan #joshua scenarios #joshua x reader #junhui scenarios #jun scenarios #hoshi scenarios #soonyoung scenarios #woozi scenarios #jihoon scenarios #wonwoo scenarios

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qqtxt · 1 year

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[🌸] i’m sorry w/ txt

✿ pairing: ot5 x reader / idol!txt / non.idol!you / comfort fluff 🌸 ✿ mini-fics with each member for the same situation / less than 500 words for each member / altogether, word count: 1,340 words ✿ in which you’ve done or said something to hurt them and you try to reach out to apologise to them. (the reverse of ‘apology’) ✿ i enjoyed writing the first one, so this is what i imagine the reverse to be like! [masterlist 🌸] / other members under the cut! / @kflixnet ✨

again... being in a relationship meant that it takes two hands to clap; two to tango. in some scenarios, he’s the one messing up and saying something to spike a thorn in your chest. in others... today–right now–it was your wrongdoing of saying something that may have gone out of line to prick him in the heart. it wasn’t something big but... it was definitely hurtful. two days have gone by and it’s been quiet, too quiet for your liking (or his, but he won’t admit it).

[🐰] soobin two knocks on his door and he knows who it is when no one is saying anything from the other end. the door squeaks open and he tries not to look as he remains seated on his bed, legs stretched out, back against the headrest and eyes stubbornly glued to the book he’s holding. it’s painfully obvious that he wanted to see you, to have you here but when you’re actually here, it looks like he’s conflicted. stepping in and closing the door behind you, it takes courage from within yourself to approach him slowly. it’s like approaching a wild animal; in fear that if you move too quickly, they’d dash off. being with soobin felt like that sometimes. the uncertainty scared him, and the way things moved too quickly has him in a blur so he appreciates that you’re being careful. when you reach close enough to him, you extend an arm out from behind your back to reveal that you have a packet of almond milk as a peace offering. upon laying eyes on it, and hearing your voice quietly saying i’m sorry, soobin-ah, he reacts faster than his mind can process it. peeling the drink from your hands, tossing it to the side and gripping your hand to lure you down onto him so he can hug you. he hated how you both know that him hugging you like this was to offer you comfort but in reality, he loved having you in his arms as a reminder that all was well again between the both of you.

[🦊] yeonjun a no-brainer that yeonjun would be in the dance practice room, nearly dancing his feet and soul away from the frustration he feels. he hadn’t even noticed that you were standing there, nearly giving him the fright of his life but... once that initial surprise dissolves, he hates how his heart blooms at the sight of you. yet, the reminder of what had happened, that he was left feeling hurt in the end, strikes back and it hits him in the chest that he turns away from you. his heart pounds in his chest hearing your footsteps approaching him in the quiet of the room with his music fading away. he feels a tap on his shoulder and he lifts his head up, meeting with your lowered gaze through the wall mirror in front of him. he intends to take his time but... he can’t. he can’t ever pretend like you don’t matter to him, so he doesn’t. never once has. his body ignores his plea from his mind and he turns around. his brows furrow when he sees you’re holding out a note to him. he glances up to your face for confirmation or a hint, but when he sees you’re remaining quiet, he takes your note and unfolds it to–his hard gaze softens at the feeble scribble of ‘i’m sorry, jun-ah. you mean the absolute world to me and i’m sorry. convenience store ramen? my treat. :)’ he looks up from the note to meet with your eyes this time, watching as your pupils tremble but seeing the light sparkle when he realises you’re smiling because he’s smiling.

[🐯] beomgyu beomgyu stubbornly remains looking at his computer screen, making no moves to pause the game even when he knows you’re right here next to him. his eyes snap shut when he feels torn at the way he knows you’re waiting for him to finish his game first before wanting to talk to him and how bloody selfish for you to be so selfless to think about that in a time where he wants to hate you? he bites the inside of his cheek and exhales deeply. your eyes peek at his screen to see that his character remains unmoving and you gasp when he lets his character die off. that cues him to remove his headset and put it down onto the table next to the keyboard. he still doesn’t say anything but to you, it was a green light to do what you came here to do. carefully, you move to stand behind his gaming chair so you can roll him back just enough for you to come around to sit on his lap. as you sink in his embrace and wrap your arms around him, the soft confession of i’m sorry, gyu-yah. beomgyu already knows it’s game over. “this is unfair,” he murmurs into your neck, arms circling around you tighter, “you made me lose that game. you owe me twice as much cuddles.”

[🐿] taehyun telltales of taehyun being in the studio became increasingly obvious when each stop, each place you’ve tried finding him proves that this has got to be where he’s at. you’re proven correct when you give the door a knock and the sounds of music seem to quiet down. twisting the door open, stepping in, you gently nudge the door to a close behind you. clearing your throat, hands behind your back, you fiddle with your fingers as you try to muster up the courage to speak as you stare at the back of his head, body slightly covered by the chair as his back faces you. what started out soft, gradually picks up in volume as you try to vocalise your apology. “i... tae, i’m sorry. i’m so sorry. i just–”you instinctively cut yourself off when he stands from his seat, turning around to face you. it’s like you’ve shrunk tenfolds watching as he takes the image of you in front of him. he heaves a deep sigh and spreads his arms out towards you, as if he’s beckoning you to come here. swallowing the lump in your throat, you drag yourself over until you enter his embrace and he immediately wraps his arms around you, clearly much better now that you’re here with him (and he is).

[🐧] kai kai stubbornly has his eyes shut even though he knows you know he’s not asleep just yet. his body reacts the second you step through the door that it takes every nerve in his being not to react (even if he wants to). he’s silent, clutching onto one of the plushies he’s held onto as he’s tried to sleep but... it’s to no avail when he shows slight movement to the sounds of you entering his room. he feels his bed dipping down a little, signalling to him that you’ve taken a seat by his side. he didn’t plan on turning to look at you but when he feels something else being pressed onto the side of his hip, he shifts in a way that he’s able to spot the molang plushie he’s got you a while ago, eyes meeting with yours briefly before he notices you’re using the plushie to cover your face. “y/n says they’re sorry, and that they miss you.” kai lets out a sigh and pushes away the plushie in his arms, then the molang covering your face. all he does is give you a small nudge and it gets you to lay down on top of him so he can curl his arms around you to bury you in his arms. it makes you sigh against his chest, arms crawling beneath the mattress so you can return the hug and he kisses the side of your head with a soft admission of i missed you. (and the way you hug him tighter with a nod confirms that you did just as much, too)

#kflixnet #txt scenarios #txt x you #txt x reader #txt stories #txt imagines #txt reactions #soobin x reader #soobin scenarios #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun scenarios #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu x y/n #taehyun x reader #taehyun scenarios #hueningkai x reader #huening kai x you

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fluffyselfships · 24 days

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The “I missed you kiss” for whoever you want!

had to draw the sillies again

kiss meme <3

#lays down #f/o #selfship #self ship #self shipping #🧀cheesy fool🐁#🐁squeaks and kisses🐇#mod bun🐰

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mewcury-chaos · 19 days

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🎡🎠𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝🎠🎡

🐰𝐄𝐏.𝟏 - 𝐏𝐓.𝟏: 𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐨 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 🐰 [𝐎𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐟𝐟]

+ type: mini-series + new episode every other day!!! + artwork: @eno_noko

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Charlie was bored.

Laying on the grass, her head positioned in her partner’s lap, she yawned. Charlie stretched out her arms and legs, her head spinning slightly. The girl then groggily glances up at her girlfriend’s face with half-lidded eyes. In Vaggie's hand was a small novel. One good eye scanned a page while she read out the long passages. The gray-haired paused momentarily before she finally asked.

"You okay hun?"

"Yeah, I'm fine"

Vaggie tilted down and gave her a quick peck. The blonde though took a sneak peek at a page and confirmed to no one in particular that it was boring, filled to the margins with words. Charlie barely knew half of them.

She was beginning to get rather fed up with the storybook already. Yes, Charlie loves her girlfriend from the bottom of her heart, but what use is a book without pictures or conversations?

She was considering getting up and scout for some daisies instead, maybe to make a flower crown. With that, Charlie pulled herself up a good few inches off the ground, only to lay back down again, sighing heavily. Never mind, she doesn’t have enough energy to scrounge for flowers today. Her partner gave her a look of concern, but kept on with the storytelling.

The blonde closes her eyes and sinks lower into her girlfriend’s honeyed voice. Not long after, a sudden squeak tickled her ear.

“Oh dear! Oh dear!” the chirpy little voice made her jolted up in confusion, her eyes finally landing on a tiny figure not so far away, its spindly legs zooming by.

A small cyclops, perhaps? Cyclopes aren’t real, she was old enough to know that. But there it is, its red-pink hair shortened into a messy bob. A female cyclops maybe? Its, no, her one eye rapidly moves all over the place as her pointed claws fish out a golden pocket watch. Talking cyclopes don’t exist, let alone cyclopes with golden pocket watches. Charlie must be hallucinating! She must be going insane!

It might just be her curious nature or Charlie is just impulsive to an incredible degree. Likely both. The girl hurried after the tiny cyclops’s trail across the field, her mind rattling. She managed to get a glimpse of the figure diving into a hole before the creature went out of sight. Charlie stopped abruptly at the edge of the deep cavity, tip-toeing, not yet ready to pop in. The hole was deep, and it was pitch black, there was no telling where it ended, or how one could cushion their fall.

She stood there, peering down the cavity in the ground. Vaggie would definitely scold her for taking such a risk, and her father would be livid that she got this close to danger. Charlie knows it's all for her own good, but she's quite sick of being overprotected. The temptation is almost irresistible. And she’ll find a way out, as Charlie always does. The dark depths seemed to lure her in, and she desperately wanted to know the tiny cyclops's deal down the dark void. Or if it was even a cyclops that she saw.

She took a deep breath and squeezed her eyes shut. It was a stupid decision, but still, could it be a risk worth taking? Charlie can barely think straight anymore.

"Damn it"

The girl proceeded to grip the hem of her skirt tight and step foot over the ledge. She squeezed her eyes shut. Her head was spinning with nausea as the sudden drop caused her to cascade at alarming speeds.

Adrenaline rushed through her veins, her ears ringing painfully from panic and excitement. Allowing gravity to take course, a sudden bitter flash of regret bolted through her system, but it was far too late.

"Crap, crap, crap, crap crap"

She was already plummeting down ………………… and down ………………....……. and ....................................................... down into the black hole. Her heart dropped to her stomach, blood rushing to her head. A sense of dread prickled up her spine, spreading goosebumps to every inch of her skin.

It might just be Charlie's hallucination, but she swore she heard laughter echoing through the tunnel as she went underground.

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[ {masterlist} ] [ next: {EP.1 - PT.2: Nightmares Do Come True} ]

eat, sleep and stay hydrated <333

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princessbrunette · 3 months

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i heard toxic!jj and i came running….you just know he’s got a mean jealous streak and has no problem fucking you in public to stake his claim - 🐰

RISE BUNNY NONNIE RISE !!!!!!!!!

˖⁺‧₊🥛🐈‍⬛ 𝜗𝜚

the idea of mewling and pawing at his chest, eyes all glassy n nervous at a bonfire party when he drags you round to just the other side of where the twinkie is parked up— the partygoers only a few metres away at best.

his jaw ticks, because he wished you would actually tell these creepy ass guys to fuck off sometimes, instead of just politely giggling out of nerves. it makes these idiots think they have a chance, and now he’s gotta fix that.

“nah, you’re good babydoll. just doin’ what i gotta do, let it happen.” he shrugs as he walks you backwards until your back is against the cool door of the twinkie, just out of eyesight from everyone.

“people are gonna see!” you squeak, your wide doe eyes a stark comparison to the way his are hanging low, the smell of weed coming off him in warm waves reminding you of the herb in his system. he bites back a smirk when he yanks your skirt up with one hand and stuffs a hand into your panties with the other, ropey bracelet on his hand catching briefly in the material.

“so… stay quiet? i dunno what to tell you.” he shrugs one shoulder again, eyes searching you frantically as coarse fingers work at your clit, your wetness giving yourself away. “now how did i know you’d already be wet?” he speaks at normal volume, could be heard by anyone standing close enough.

your breath hitches and your leg jerks open, gripping his wrist when he spreads your folds with his surrounding fingers so that he could stroke your clit directly. “mmph— ‘cus i’m— always wet for you jayj.” you try and get on his good side and he smirks, rolling his eyes.

“i’m startin’ to think you like pissing me off, mama. gets you wet when im all mean. i’m right, aren’t i? tell me i’m right.” he grits his teeth as he dips lower, stuffing two fingers inside you.

you yelp, tears springing to your eyes at the realisation of how loud you’re being. he massages your insides, walls still sore from the pounding you got the night before.

“s—sensitive jay!” you let out a pathetic little cry and he breathes a gust of air out his nose in amusement, shaking his head.

“should have thought of that ‘fore you got all cute around those losers. pay the price, baby— pay the price.”

˖⁺‧₊🥛🐈‍⬛ 𝜗𝜚

#🐰 anon #jj maybank prompt #toxic!jj

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sevikasangel · 2 years

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ꜱᴀꜰᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ

yellow september prompt ! 🐰

story type: drabble

pairing: sevika x fem!reader

warnings: attempted sexual assault, ptsd, angst, mentions of blood

requested: yes

prompt: catching the other crying + comforting + ptsd

With trembling hands, you finally pull yourself together enough to close the bathroom door of the bar that was crowded with drunks and criminals. It was Saturday night, of course Last Drop was chaotic. Back pressed against the wall, you press your head against the old wood, your weakened feet giving up on supporting your body weight as it slides down gradually.

The distant sounds of muffled music somewhere in the back of your mind, the obnoxious squeak of your black converses scuffing across the dirty blue tile, and the distant thud of a knock on the door coalesce into one, constantly hammering in your head. The tremors don't stop, your vision is distorted for vague seconds that feel more like an eternity.

"Idiot...I'm an idiot..." You whisper bitterly to yourself as terror consumes you. Breathing seems like an impossible task with that sharp, constant, and frightening knock on the door. "I need to get out of here…How am I going to get out of here?" Your deity fingers run along the roots of your hair, lightly tugging at the strands as a lump forms in your throat.

"Come on, honey…I don't have all day! Are you gonna get out of there or am I going to have to break down the door and drag you outta there?" The man laughed with that cold, disgusting voice, talking as if you were nothing but a piece of meat. That's how the asshole saw women. "I'll count to three..."

"Shit...Holy shit...Fuck!" Your breath is laboured as your breathe out. Panic settles in. It was not the first time where a man put you in this predicament. Surviving a sexual assault was hard as its own, though being forced to face your demons again, feeling so vulnerable, feeling like a prey...It took a heavy toll on you. You couldn't fight. It felt as if your body was put in a trance. Cold sweat dripped from your forehead and your vision went blurry, heart nearly crawling out of your throat. "Fuck...No...No, no, no...This can't be happening...Not again..."

"One..."

It was as if you could already feel those disgusting hands invading and violating your body, dumping all that dirt on your soul, robbing you of your dignity. You couldn't do anything to stop him. You couldn't fight him. You were so small. So vulnerable. No...not again...

"Two..."

Closing your eyes, you feel the hot, bitter tears sliding down your skin, leaving a burning, wet trail on your face. The feeling of guilt and fear unite, they tie up your heart in barbed wire and pull at the ends. The pain is unbearable. It renders you speechless, breathless. If only had you listened to Sevika...Why did you have to be so stubborn?

"Three..."

Sevika had warned you in clear and rather stern words not to visit this jungle unattended. The people of this place were not to be trusted, on the contrary, they could be very inhuman and dangerous. Your girlfriend's head was valuable, and they would do anything to see her vulnerable. Knowing that you are her Achilles heel, you are the easier target. Breaking you would break Sevika, as hard as it was for her to admit it.

If only she was here now...If only had you listened...

"Sevika..." You whisper weakly. "Please...Save me..." It is the last thing that leaves your mouth before the world goes black.

[...]

"(Y/N)...(Y/N)!" You feel light taps on your cheek and you frown. Your nose twitches a slightly, face tense, until you finally manage to open your eyes. "Fuck. Are you okay?" You blink a couple times at the sight of your girlfriend. She looks wild as her breath is clearly heavy, eyes wide. You flinch slightly in her arms, only now noticing you were being carried in your apartment.

"S-Sev..." You whimper and scoop up the hot, red liquid dripping from her shirt. "Y-you ar-"

"It's not my blood." Sevika nearly growls. "He'll never lay his hands on you. Nobody touches my girl."

Your heart drops as reality kicks in. The fear settles in your body as your mind is sent in a state of panic and you choke out a pained sob. Sevika quickly sits down on the couch and cradles you in her arms like a baby, pressing her human hand against the back of your head. Sevika's blood is still running so hot that she does not feel any pain from her busted knuckles, the knuckles she didn't bother getting bandaged just yet. Her facial features are hard and stern, you can sense she's angry, though it's obviously not directed at you.

"Shhh..." She gently shushes you. "He didn't touch you, babe. I promise. You blacked out from the stress. I was getting to the bar when a waitress told me what was going on." She clenched her robotic hand as her eyelid twitched. "I dragged him out and slaughtered him like the fucking dirty pig he is. Remember when I promised you that I'd never let a man lay a finger on you again? You're mine. You're my baby girl. Nobody touches what's mine. Nobody will ever hurt you again. You are safe with me, you hear that?"

You sheepishly, tiredly nodded. Your body felt exhausted as your mind slowly calmed down.

"I kill anybody that hurts you." Sevika said as she kissed away your salty tears.

#lesbian #wlw #arcane #arcane women #arcane netflix #arcane x reader #sevika #sevika x reader #sevika x reader angst #fluff #sevika x you #sevika x y/n

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hannibalzero · 3 months

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Obi-Wan when he realizes Anakin is taller than him: 😲🥹✨🐣🥰🫶

Anakin when he realizes he's taller than Obi-Wan: 👀😏🔥😈👅💦

It didn’t hit Obi-wan all at once. When Anakin grew tall? He was still a teenager and gangly like all teenagers are. Knees and elbows. Obi-wan knew he was handsome and was going to be a breath taking adult. But after Anakin’s braid was cut, when Anakin piled on muscle and his voice stopped squeaking.

It happened.

Anakin was a man.

Obi-wan was filling Anakin in on some mission, Anakin reached over his head and…oh….ohhhhhh. Anakin was tall and strong, had his own choice in clothes and confidence. A masterful Jedi in every way (but title) had that naughty little smile.

Then Anakin was protective too, yes it was a touch annoying at times. But the guiding hand on his lower back. Just knowing he had Anakin with him made Obi-wan’s love change.

True Obi-Wan worried about the age gap but, Jedi lived a long time. He was hardly an adult himself in Jedi ages.

He had a tiny crush on Anakin.

🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰

Anakin knew straight away, his handsome master deserves only the best in life.

A gift from the force itself.

A Jedi mate.

Who better than a man born of the force and learned under him?

Obi-wan was slinder in areas that Anakin was large. Perfect matched his body and ohhhh Obi-wan was the only Jedi in the temple that could beat Anakin’s ass in a duel, settle his fires inside and generally seemed happy to see him.

……also his master was horribly repressed sexually, a perfect Jedi that was very good with children.

HOW COULD HE NOT LOVE OBI-WAN??

Just needs to give him some babies to make him happy. Haha

#star wars #obikin #obi wan kenobi #my writing #anakin skywalker #asks #answered asks

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jungkookslipring · 1 year

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Giggles for Lixie - The Finale

AN: Pt 8 AKA OT8 AKA THE FINALE is up for the series “Giggles for Lixie”!! I truly didn’t even think about making this a series but you guys liked the first one so much and started messaging me for more! Thank you! Thank you thank you thank you!

Parings: Lee! Felix Ler(s)! Stray Kids 🐺🐱🐷🐰🦙🐿🐥🐶🦊

Warnings: just a little bit of crying but happy ending!

Relationship: platonic 🫶🏽

Felix was no stranger to home sickness. He came to Korea alone when he was 17, and has been here ever since. Of course they had their concert in Australia a few years back, but it was different. He missed everyone, his parents, his sisters, his friends, his hometown, everything. He was in his bedroom scrolling through old pictures, and all of a sudden it was getting harder and harder to see the screen. His vision blurred as he put his phone down. Right on cue, his fellow older Aussie brother walked into the room.

“Hey Mate, do you wanna…” he stopped when he saw his little brother's red and teary eyes.

“Hey, what’s the matter?” He asked in English. Sometimes speaking in English helped calm the younger down when he was sad. Felix shook his head and gave a small laugh.

“Just…missing home, a little…” he said as a tear slid down his face. Chan’s eyes softened as he approached the younger. He understood completely. They were both really young leaving behind everything they knew back in Australia.

“Aww bug I’m sorry…” he said empathetically when a few more tears escaped. His lip wobbled when Chan extended his arms, offering a hug. He leaned into the touch and hid as far as he could into Chan’s neck, letting out a small sob. He and Chan did get to go home recently for a few days to see family, which they were beyond grateful for, but of course they’re still thousands of miles away. Homesickness wasn’t uncommon but it still hurt his heart when his Lix was feeling this way. Chan combed his fingers through his sweet aussie brother’s hair while gently rocking him in his arms.

“We’ll be home before you know it Lixie, we have concerts coming up over there soon yeah?” Chan reminded him as he wiped away some of the tears. That’s right, they did have concerts coming up in Australia soon. It was part of their encore stages. Felix nodded. He did feel a little better, it was just hard being so far away from family. He loved his band mates obviously and they’ve helped him with this transition, but sometimes it was hard. Bang Chan gave him one more squeeze before swiftly getting up.

“I’ll be right back, bubs I promise,” he said before running out the bedroom. Not too long later, all of his seven brothers burst into the room all talking at once.

“Lix-ahhhhhh!” Han yelled as he jumped on his Sunshine twin. Felix yelled as someone grabbed a hold of his ankles and pulled him down the bed a little till he was spread out. IN got a hold of each wrist, holding it above his head, Han and Changbin each had a foot, Lee Know and Seungmin sat on one side while Hyunjin and Chan sat on the other. Yeah. Felix wasn’t going anywhere.

“What’s happening?” Felix giggled nervously. He had an idea what was possibly happening but he was too tired and drained from crying to worry about it.

“Operation Giggles for Lixie,” Seungmin stated as he poked Felix’s side. The younger one jumped and tugged at his hands.

“Whyhyhyhy?” He giggled as Seungmin gave a couple more jabs to his side. Felix looked over at Chan.

“Is this what you meant?” Felix laughed as Chan gave him a cheeky smile.

“We wanted to cheer you up,” he said cheekily as he poked the other side. Felix squeaked as Changbin started poking his foot to the rhythm of Twice’s “Cheer Up”. Felix’s foot jerked as he went into full blown laughter.

“How are you this sensitive??” Hyunjin gawked as he started repetitively poking Felix’s ribs.

“You’re sohoho much WORSEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WAHAHAHAHAIT!” Felix screeched as it was all hands on deck. Changbin and Han started scratching his soles, Seungmin and Chan were poking and squeezing his sides, Hyunjin and Lee Know were wiggling their fingers all over his ribs, and I.N had a tight grip on his wrists with one hand while he lightly tickled Felix’s armpits. The poor kid could only shake his head and laugh to his heart’s content as the tickles took over his whole body. He couldn’t kick or pull anything, he just had to take it.

“YOU GUYS ARE SOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAHAHAD” he screamed as he couldn’t keep up with the sensitive feeling all over his body. IN managed to tug his wrists under his legs and was able to attack both pits at the same time, causing Felix to shake his head like a mad man.

“JEONGIN YOU PUHUHUNK!” He shrieked as youngest laughed along with him.

“Yah! That’s not how we talk to IN!” Lee Know fake scolded as he squeezed the heck out of Felix’s ribs.

“YOU DO IHIHIT TOOHAHAHAHAHA” Felix protested as he was getting too tired to fight. They knew they should stop eventually, but not before going for the kill. Chan lowered his head down to Felix’s tummy, lifting up his shirt to reveal his abs. Felix noticed immediately.

“Hyungiehehehe what are you do-AHHHHHHH HYUNG!” Felix screamed as Chan’s lips met his sensitive bellybutton. Felix was going ballistic.

“HYUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” he screeched squeezing his eyes shut, not being able to form any coherent sentence feeling his leaders lips on his tummy. Chan was giving Felix’s tummy raspberry after raspberry as the other members continued poking, squeezing, and wiggling their fingers all over Felix’s most ticklish areas. Felix continuously laughed, giggled, and squeaked, bringing so much happiness to the boys’ hearts seeing their sunshine so happy. It wasn’t until Chan started nibbling as Felix’s lower side that the younger Aussie felt like he was seconds away from ascending.

“OKAHAHAHAHAY I CANT TAKE IHIHIHIT ANYMORE PLEAHEHEHEHEHEASE” Lixie shrieked as his body went limp and continued laughing his head off. The boys lightened up on the tickles and finally released him. He curled up into a ball on Hyunjin’s lap and clef the giggles flow. Hyunjin smiled and ran his fingers through the blonde locks.

“How are you feeling, baby?” He asked. Felix smiled.

“Better, thank you all, really,” everyone smiled and gave Felix hugs and more pokes to his side. He squealed but he honestly didn’t mind it.

“We love you Lixie,” Seungmin said as he squealed him tight. Felix smiled.

“I love you all too,” he whispered. He truly did. He loves his brothers so much.

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

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