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ficsnroses · 4 years

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Workout - Keanu Reeves x Reader

We really need more shirtless content I’m running out of gifs oof. Anyway, Enjoy!

Word Count : 3.1k

Warnings : Smut, fluff. Unprotected Sex. Intercourse in a public place. NSFW. A few F bombs.

Summary : Reader and Keanu are in the middle of a workout session together at their gym, when Keanu starts to feel a bit frisky, resulting in a quickie in the gym restroom.

*Thank you so much for the birthday wishes this morning, you all made my day ❤️

Huffing, a few beads of sweat trickling down your forehead, you groan quietly, lightly, barely audible, on your second set of dumbbell seated crunches.

The cool breeze of the air conditioner kisses your skin from all around, the music thumping with each beat, the sounds of throaty groans and sulks coming every now and then from around the complex.

Your boyfriend, Keanu, watches you through the wall mirror, as he progresses through his round of bar pull ups. Sweat has seeped through his gray muscle shirt, his perfectly bulked arms defined and tensing each time he pulls himself up for a rep. Admiring, slightly intoxicated by the way his broad muscles look beautifully toned, the movement and definition prominent in each pull, you bit your lip, momentarily forgetting the pain burning in your abs each time you move.

Keanu and you decided to have your morning workout together today, in the gym you both attended regularly. Often, you’d have to come separately, due to your conflicting schedules, however, on fortunate days like today, you both were free from any work in your respective careers, allowing you to accompany each other.

You preferred to have Keanu as your gym buddy, both being able to push each other harder than you may normally go. Of course, the added bonus of seeing each other work out was always a plus.

Biting your lip, your eyes squeeze shut, taking in deep, low breaths as you struggle to finish the last 5 reps of your set. Keanu sees you through the mirror, smiling at how fierce, yet simply beautiful, almost completely adorable you looked trying to finish.

“Almost there, babe! You can do it.” He encourages, eyes shining as they watch you.

Throwing your head back in discomfort, eyes tight shut, you rasp. “I don’t think I can, Ke.” You almost yell.

The gym is occupied by a few more scarce patrons, mostly people from the higher end of society, or people working in the entertainment industry. The complex was one of the more private, secluded ones for people of Keanu’s celebrity status. If he had it his way, he would be fine with attending any other gym. However, unfortunately, that didn’t always guarantee his safety, or privacy.

Keanu and you had been dating for 4 years now, and were completely committed to the relationship. Rarely, people find the one person who makes everything fall into place, everything so much more special, providing the companionship everyone dreams of. Keanu and you had found that in each other, and neither of you were willing to ever compromise it.

The way he treated you with the upmost respect, the upmost care, the upmost affection brimming in each touch, the way he showed you each and every day how much you meant to him, it all felt as if a dream.

A beautiful, magnificent dream, you never wanted to be awaken from.

Snapping out of your impromptu stargaze, to the sound of Keanu’s snicker, your ears perk up.

“Huh?” you ask, brows furrowing.

“I asked if you were alright, sweetheart.” He repeats, picking up the weighted dumbbell from in front, to put it away for you.

You wipe your hand across your forehead, tightening your ponytail in the process.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, was just thinking about something.” You respond, smiling at him. He kisses your shoulder, rubbing your forearm lightly.

“Want me to grab you a mat?” he proposes, taking a drag of his water bottle. It was one of those monstrous 2 litre big ones, which you found incredibly extra on his part. Nonetheless, your petite, 16-ounce regular sized bottle looked pretty cute next to his.

“Yeah, I’m almost ready to go home honestly.” You sigh, lacing your hand with his, leaning your head on his shoulder for a brief exhaustion break. His toned bicep muscles felt hard under your head, a quality so easily, astoundingly attractive. Planting a kiss on your head, he moves to grab a black, shining yoga mat for you.

Even at a place like the gym, where the entire point is to move around, Keanu still brought things to you, being the gentleman he was. You’d often tell him to stop, as you’re perfectly capable of doing things for yourself. He wouldn’t budge though; it was almost a habit at this point.

A habit of always making his girl’s life easier.

Taking position, you watch Keanu revert back to his place by the bench, using an incredibly massive sum of weight to complete some bicep curls. Gosh, his arms look so fucking good, glistening with a thin layer of sweat, pumping the weights…

Exhaling with a shake of the head, you begin to work on some squats, making sure your stance and form were perfectly proportionate, flawless. The seamless fabric of your jet black workout tights stretches to accommodate each movement, your ass looking heavenly in the complex mirror.

You see Keanu staring from his place, clearly biting his lip. Unable to control, you let a small smile creep to your lips, realizing this was definitely turning him on. You make sure to stick your ass out a little more, enjoying the effect you had on him, knowing there was nothing he could do until you got home.

Still mindlessly pumping the weights, you would’ve swore you saw him lightly, briefly palm his bulge. The veins in his arms had become more prominent, the outlines so breathtakingly protruding with each lift, breathing in deep with a shaky exhale as his eyes gloss over your sensually perfect figure.

With your legs bending again, arms held out front with a clasp, you smirk his way.

“Stop staring, babe.” You mouth to him, simpering, never stopping your reps, eyeing the other patrons thoughtlessly routining around.

His eyes divert to your behind, watching how perfectly plump it shows on display each time you bend. No matter how many times he’d been with you, no matter how many times he’d had you, browsed his hands over each part of your divinely sculpted body, you’d still had a perplexing effect on him, flaunting your figure, knowing he wanted it, but couldn’t have it right in this moment.

Setting the weight down with a shaky breath, before trudging over to you, his sweaty palm lays warm against the small of your back, as his hoarse voice speaks into your ear, breath hot against your skin.

“I need you. Now.”

You furrow your brows, expression disorderly, borderline shocked.

“We’re in public, Ke.” You mouth, emphasising.

He comes closer, his front bushing against yours, head resting on your shoulder, close enough to whisper, as his fingers toy with the waistband of your leggings on your behind.

“There’s a single use restroom in the back, darling…”

You pull back, to look him straight into his obviously insane, earthy eyes. He couldn’t be for real.

Keanu and you had a very healthy sex life, despite his older age. His experience accumulated made him an ideal lover, you’d be lying if you said the thought of him taking you didn’t send your knees weak each time. Being with him was one of your favourite feelings in the entire world…but in public? At the gym?

It seemed a bit too wild.

“We’ll get caught. And not to mention, it’s illegal.” You affirm, whispering so only he could hear.

“We’ll be quick, baby. I need my girl…” he kisses the crook of your neck, whispering, lacing his fingers with yours, the other hand smoothing your hips. Against your stomach, his bulge pokes, making you swallow in anticipation.

He really had a way with his words.

Glancing around for a clear coast, you feel yourself giving in to the feel of his large palm on your skin, smoothing up and down. Running a hand swift through your hair, a mutter breaks under your breath.

“Fine.”

Lacing his hand in yours, you wait until the people around are completely occupied in their regime, Keanu trailing behind you as you stride to the back restroom. Feeling a rush of adrenaline cast over you, peeving in, you suddenly become increasingly excited, aroused.

You quickly open the door, eyes still glancing around on the lookout, as you enter, pulling Keanu in behind you to the small restroom. With a thud, the door locks securely closed, you unconsciously nip at the skin on your bottom lip, staring Keanu.

Within seconds, he’s backed you up against the wall, his lips taking place on yours, kissing hungrily. Intertwining your hands in his lengthy, raven mane, tugging ever so slightly, his bulky hands roam your body, sneaking into the band of your sports bra.

“You have to be quiet, okay sweetheart?” he breaths, breaking the kiss, never breaking eye contact. You tend to be quite vocal while you’re active, expressing how amazing he makes you feel each time, he knew that darn well.

You nod your head rapidly, bringing your hand to rest over his, guiding it over to repose on your sports bra clad chest, urging to feel him touch you more. Placing a quick kiss to your lips, he brings both hands to tug the bra over your breasts, allowing them to fall free, completely unrestricted, exposed for him. They bounce beautifully, so plump, making his bulge only grow bigger.

He leans down, hands still secured on your waist as your rest on his shoulders, to place a few wet kisses over your modesty.

“So fucking beautiful, baby.” He breaths into the dip of your cleavage, placing another kiss on the soft skin.

“We have to be quick, Ke.” You whisper, palming his now very prominent erection, biting your lip in eagerness. In a swift movement, you snake your hand into the waistband of his sweats, into his boxers, grabbing a hold of his swollen cock. Stroking him with your soft, petite hand, you see him glance down, throwing his head back, eyes clasped shut in relief from your touch.

“Feel good, baby?” You giggle, pressing a kiss to his chest, still stroking his generous length.

“So good..” he barely manages to choke out. With his stocky digits, he returns the favour, trailing them into the waistband of your panties, rubbing along the seams of your drenched cunt. His touch is deliciously blissful, sending the pit of your stomach drifting with butterflies of pure liberation, but not enough. You needed him. All of him.

You buck into his touch, still stroking his generous length, as two of his thick, sturdy fingers explore your entrance, barely thrusting in. The sounds of your wetness can already be heard, saturating, dowsing his fingers as they move.

“So wet, princess.” He remarks, placing a few more wet kisses to your neck, as you both touch each other, preparing for the taking. “Can you take these off for me, sweetheart?” he probes, free hand smoothing over the fabric of your tights.

In a swift motion, you slide down your tights, pooling at your ankles as your hands remove from Keanu’s boxers.

“Ke, I can’t wait any longer. Please.” You murmur. Sliding his own sweats down slightly, just enough to allow his member loose, seeping with clear, liquidly pre cum, Keanu immediately pumps himself a few times, before setting his hand on the back of your thigh. Leaning in close, his gruff voice whispers,

“I need you to bring this around my waist, darling.”

Adhering, you wrap your leg around his waist, tight, fixating him in place. His herculean arms wrap around your waist, propping you up slightly to allow himself better access. With the tip of his cock close to your entrance, he confirms.

“Ready, love?” He presses a quick kiss to your lips. Keanu could be rough, animalistic, demandingly dominant when you wanted him to, however, much of the time, he was caring, gentle, and loving. He’d focus entirely on making you feel good, leaving his own needs second.

But right now wasn’t the time to be gentle.

“So ready.” You smile, bringing your hands to plant on his ass to urge him in. Slowly, gradually, he takes hold of his large, sizeably thick cock, guiding himself into you with one hard thrust.

Inch by inch, he’s big, beautiful, and warm. You simultaneously moan in unison, sighing in relief as he fills you whole, throbbing between your soaking walls. He halts once fully in, allowing you to adjust to him. No matter how many times you’d had him, you always needed a few moments to stretch, accommodating him.

Once primed, you nod your head, letting out a breathy exhale, nodding you head, urging him to thrust.

Rapidly moving his hips to the constrained time you both had, he makes sure to thrust up into you fully each time, slipping out entirely coated in your slickness, before plummeting back in. Rocking his hips perfectly, flawless, he hits the sensitive bundle of nerves in your mid each time, leaving wet kisses all over your skin, your breasts, your neck. He’s effortlessly gliding in and out of you, your slickness, sleekly coating his cock so wholly. The sound of his skin slapping yours fills the room, your nerves threatening to snap at how expertly he’s working you.

“Do you think there’s.....oh god.....fuck, Ke...” Stuttering, you stifle to finish your sentence with him bouncing you on his cock against the wall. “Cameras? In here?” you finally choke out, whimpering as his movements pick up pace, heaving breathy exhales.

His lips part slightly, barely managing to string a sentence together. “I.....don’t care, darling.......fuck... I won’t be able to stop when you feel this fucking...” his words cease as he sucks in a sharp breath, tensing his jaw & muscles. “This fucking tender, wet. You feel fucking amazing, sweetheart.”

You moan breathlessly against his skin, one of your arms wrapped around his neck, your other hand fixing on his shoulder, holding desperately as he thrusts hastily up in you. You’re sure you looked a hot mess, hair falling out of your perfectly fashioned ponytail, breasts hanging out of your half taken off bra with your bottoms sprawled on the floor, your boyfriend’s hands planted firm on your hips, holding you in place as he drills in and out of you.

“Ke. Fuck…oh Ke...” you moan as he moves out diligently, the sound of your wetness audible in the four walls of the restroom. You hate how much the sound of him sliding in and out turns you on, his skin slapping your skin so flamboyantly, knowing how good you’re making him feel. He lets out grunts and mumbles, muttering a few obscenities, watching his rock hard cock pump you firm.

With his movements bouncing your entire figure up and down, you looked just as deliciously lewd as any unkempt goddess. Each curve, each crease of your femininity, captivatingly ambrosial, a striking siren sending him spiraling out of reality.

With a particularly loud moan sauntering out of you, Keanu brings his fingers to your lips, gently inserting his index and middle fingers into your mouth for you to suck on, muffling your whines.

“Shhh baby, we gotta be quiet.” He rasps, as you bury your face in his chest, eyes threatening to burn at the feeling of complete paradise he’s channeling into you.

“I’m trying…” you moan, eyes snapped shut as his thrusts shake your entire body, your breasts bouncing beautifully to the rhythm he’s set.

“You’re fucking me so good, Ke. So fucking good.” You whimper through clenched teeth, hands holding onto him tighter now, the burn between your legs threatening to spill over any moment.

He lets out shallow, breathy moans laced with incoherent gasps as he slips himself in and out, lips chanting your name nonchalantly, calloused fingers digging into your hips, possibly brusing. He sucks in a sharp breath when you bring your hand down to toy, massaging his balls, knowing it helped send him over the edge.

Keanu fastens his eyes shut, resting his forehead against yours, as he thrusts in and out at an arduous pace. Groans and moans escape his mouth, his searing breath kissing your skin, so close. You twist your hand in his silky, dark locks again, pulling him closer. They’re damp with sweat, dripping almost at the ends, only turning you on more. You’re almost in astonishment at how well he’s pouring his might into you, each thrust so appreciative. You both breath heavily, lost in each other’s touch. Cradling the back of your neck, he shudders, while speaking.

“You knew I was watching you, didn’t you, sweetheart?” With his forehead still pressed against yours, the sweat lingering between your skin, pleasurable shocks sauntered your entire bodies, each coming closer to letting go completely. “Sticking your ass out like that for me to see, you knew exactly what you were doing, babygirl.”

With your nails grazing, raking across the dense, well-defined muscles on his back, you hum back.

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.”

He lets out a particularly hefty grunt when you clench around him suddenly, your cunt tightening around his cock.

“You probably made every other guy in that room drool,” he groans, watching the way your eyes are shut, mouth slightly a gape as he rams in and out of you, leaving you flustered with each thrust. “But none of them get to fuck you like I do.” He declares, sucking a mark into the skin of your neck, as you rest against the wall, sinful looking.

With a whine, you buck your hips forward, into him greater. Your lips drop tongue tied, muddled whispers, “deeper, more Ke, more”, you send him gulping with shock waves of delectation growing through his body.

“Harder, baby, please, I’m so close.”

“Harder, princess?” his is voice deep, groaning, pouring more of himself into you now, briskly. He opens his eyes to see you, your eyes still closed, flustered, taking in shallow, moany breaths. Every now and then, a gasp of complete pleasure and inclination leaves your rosy lips, as his hands explore each part of your body, pouring heaps of affection. Your skin is glowing, glimmering with sweat as he rocks you, his own face glistening under the twinkling pot lights of the restroom.

He’s burying himself gaping, deep, profound inside, fully, each time, you feel him twitch and throb immensely now, knowing he’s nearing completion. You silently admire his figure, each feature, thanking the universe for allowing him to be yours.

As he brings his finger down to toy with your clit, knowing it’d snap the last nerve, Keanu presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth, speaking. “I want you to let go for me, sweetheart. Come all over my cock.”

His deep, intense voice is enough to help send you over the edge, paired delightfully with the feel of his thumb circling your clit, each vein in his hefty erection providing more and more pressure as you feel yourself clenching around his girthy cock, practically screaming into the skin of his chest. In an instant, you wail out a cry into his chest, trying to muffle the sound so patrons of the club wouldn’t hear, as your orgasm consumes you whole.

Without Keanu’s resilient arms holding your frame tight, you swore you would have collapsed. Your body falls dainty and flimsy, still panting in attempts to come down from your ethereal high. He pumps in and out of you still through your climax, as his own approaches.

“I’m…I’m gonna… fuck, I’m gonna cum, babe.” he whispers against your hair. You begin the feel yourself oversensitive, huffing and puffing as you lean your head back on the wall, watching his eyes roll back as his end is near.

Jerking his hips rapidly, he shudders with his cock twitching, his damp hair falls in his face as he releases. Within an instance, his cock is shooting his creamy, heavy load deep, deep inside you, resting as all his seed spills out into you. His head finds comfort, your breasts providing him a safe haven as you bring your hands to wrap around his head, massaging his scalp gently as he collects himself.

Chest rising and falling heavily, both your breaths struggling to return to normal pace, Keanu wraps his arms tighter around you now, his cock still buried inside you, as his head rests on top of yours, fingers stroking your hair comfortingly as you snap back into reality. Pulling your gaze up to stare at him, you both giggle once your eyes lock.

“You alright, love?” he inquires, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

“Of course. Fuck, that was fun.” You chuckle quietly, resting your hands on his shoulders. He looks divine, so perfectly gorgeous, skin flushed a light shade of patchy pink, sweat beads glistening, peppering his pale skin. His gray muscle shirt has erupted darker patches of sweat now, the action you both had just endured much greater of a workout than anything you did outside.

Slowly, cautiously, Keanu pulls himself out of you, his cock dropping flaccid, hot and heavy against his thigh. You kiss him quick, before pulling your tights back up your legs. “But we need to get out of here, quick before anyone sees.”

He runs a shaky hand through his tangle of locks, catching his breath. With collection of a few spare paper towels, he wipes himself off, handing you a few to follow suit.

A chuckle bypasses his lips, as he gathers himself back into his sweats. You lick your lips watching him store away his length, baffled still, at the thought of that monstrosity of a cock attaining to fit inside you.

“Fuck, you never fail to make me weak. 3 squats in and you had me throbbing in my pants.” He helps you pull your bra back down over your breasts, tucking them perfectly back into the fabric. He finishes by placing a kiss to the valley of your chest, bringing your hand up to lace with his.

Soothing your hands over your outfit one last time, making sure everything was in place, you inquire.

“Do I look okay? Can you tell I just got fucked senseless in the bathroom by my boyfriend or…?”

Keanu lets out a louder than intended laugh, bringing your palm up to kiss. “You look perfect, sweetheart. Do I look…collected?” he asks in return.

You giggle, cupping his cheek. “Handsome as ever.”

The doorknob turns open with a creek, as you poke your head out, checking the coast. When all seems clear, you tug gently on Keanu’s hand, urging him to come out with you. Walking casually, you keep an eye out, hoping you weren’t in there for too long.

Much to your dismay, a gym employee catches glimpse of you both hand in hand, rushing out of the washroom, looks of flushed, rosy skin glistening as if you’d just endured an intense cardio session.

“Excuse me sir, why were you both in there together?” he questions, staring you down, as you both continue to trek towards the exit doors.

“My girlfriend needed help with her zipper.” Keanu replies unconcernedly, as you lead him to the end of the exit.

The gym keeper diverts his gaze in confusion, returning to organizing the equipment at hand,

before realizing, much to his shock,

That Y/N wore a simple outfit of tights and a sports bra,

With no zipper

in sight.

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A/N : okay maybe not my best piece, but I hope it was alright 🖤

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franklyshipping · 6 years

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A Crushing Crush ~ A Markiplier, Jacksepticeye and Crankgameplays Ego Fanfic

Okey dokey sooooo this is based off a lovely prompt from @amazingmsme regarding how a poor Blank feels like he's blown his chance at flirting with Bim and ends up despairing to Anti....and the glitch has a good idea on how to stop him moping. LET'S BEGIN!

TAGGING: @corrup-switch-blank @ticklee-trimmer aaand @anti-switch-glitch

Romance....is a challenge. It really is. Finding the right words, the right gestures, the right damn expression to wear as you say the right joke at the right time. To those who are inclined with romance and flirting, I think you can all agree that it is a rare occasion when it works seamlessly. In fact it hardly ever happens. Whoever is involved will always be a flustered, cheesy, overthinking mess of a human filled with frustration, yelling at themselves in their brains and insulting themselves because nothing seems to be working. Which is entirely normal when you're crushing hard on someone, like Blank was currently. Another thing about having a crush on someone is that you want to be around them, but don't want to force your company on them for fear of them finding you clingy and annoying....so you find the safe, but slightly creepy, middle ground of lingering. Blank was hovering in the doorway to the kitchen, fiddling with his flayed hoodie sleeves as his eyes flicked around the room....before fixing on one person. Bim Trimmer.

To the rest of us who simply like him, the sight of him sitting at the counter and sighing contentedly into a fresh cup of tea would have probably given us an empathetic sense of calm and relaxation, and made us think oh hey! I'd like hot drink right about now because I have been inspired by this hereby human! Not Blank. Blank was infatuated and melting inside at how the tenseness of Bim's shoulders melted away as he had his tea, and how as he drank he developed a small, but clearly happy smile. Blank wondered if Bim would ever smile at him like that, or if one day he'd look at Blank and feel relaxed and safe. I bet you thought some creepiness was going to interject Blank's thoughts here didn't you? That ain't how a crush works. A crush is noticing the smaller things about a person that they probably don't notice themselves, but to you they are the most beautiful and defining things of that person. It's so stressful. Blank's fidgeting was an outlet for that stress as he tried to figure out how to articulate his existence to Bim....so he greeted him.

'Hey Bim....'

Bim jumped and let out a yip as he whirled round in his seat, before placing a dramatic hand on his chest as he smiled broadly at Blank.

'Oh lordy, you made me jump there! You're like a little phantom!'

Ohhh god. Bim had a habit of giving people random pet names and it was one of the things about him that made Blank's system erupt into butterflies, but not only that....he'd given HIM one! Blank was silent for a moment, taking in Bim's smile as his mind repeated; don't lose composure sort yourself out reply reply reply-

'Oh, heh, s-sorry about that, I guess I am kind of a creeper....'

He looked down bashfully....oh if only he knew how Bim's eyes had softened so affectionately. Blank soon looked back at him when he spoke in a broad, loud, energetic tone of voice.

'You are nothing of the sort! Come on join me, how are you doing? What's your day been like?'

His day had mostly been spent bribing each and every Google in order to persuade one of them to hack into the filming schedule for Bim and Wilford's collaborative TV show so he could know Bim's scheduled breaks and thus plan flirtatious advances. It had been busy. However, as every embarrassed crusher does when posed with such a question from their love interest, he hesitantly sat down and shrugged.

'Eh, not much has happened really, how about yours?'

Blank's mind whispered ''coward'' as he focused his gaze on Bim, who launched into a passionate babble concerning set and interviews and something called a ''damn bubble-gum co-worker with a murdering hobbie''. Of course, Blank listened, wanting to catch every detail in case it became important in later conversations; romantic advances are the most complex rpg's, I guarantee it. Blank's focus however, was not just on Bim's words....but on Bim's entirety. The way his eyes shone when he mentioned an idea that had been approved, the way wrinkles in his forehead appeared when he talked about technical mishaps, but most of all the gestures and constantly changing tone of voice that came hand in hand with his vibrant, passionate nature. He loved his work, and that made Blank love it; whatever made Bim happy, made Blank happy. Blank had noticed that as he listened, his jaw had slowly started to drop open, so he snapped it shut as Bim concluded.

'-and so I'm relying on my sweet green tea to boost me for the next four hours, basically!'

Bim exhaled with a grin as he took a pointedly large gulp of the drink, making Blank fail to withhold a soft smile. Whenever he rambled it was so adorable, he was just so enthusiastic about everything. However.....Blank had spotted an opportunity....for a flirtation. He straightened up, and casually leant his elbow on the table as he smiled at Bim and spoke in a tone of voice that was lower than his usual register.

'Wow, you definitely sound like you deserve that tea. Sweet tea is very appropriate too in my opinion; hot sweet tea for a hot sweet man.'

Blank's heart was almost beating out of his chest as he tried to stop his voice from cracking, and he actually succeeded. Phew. His heart leapt when Bim's eyes widened and he let out a little giggle, oh gosh the dimples the dimples. Bim was smiling, his eyes sparkling from behind his spectacles as he replied in a lower tone of his own.

'Ahaaww Blank, you are way more kind than people give you credit for!'

Don't. Fucking. Blush. Blank couldn't stop himself from smiling giddily but he'd be damned if he lost control of the blood flow to his face. He cleared his throat softly and bashfully ran a hand through his jet black unruly hair, he hadn't done anything to neaten it up today....guys liked unruliness right? That's what all the TV shows depicted. Blank replied with a half-bashful half-smouldery grin.

'I uh, w-well I enjoy....being kind....'

To you. Blank it's two extra words, two syllables, you don't even have to move your mouth that much! Somehow though, in the face of specificity, Blank's vocals decided this would be the perfect time to freeze up. Bim didn't seem to notice, simply leaning forward and playfully squishing Blank's cheek as he teased.

'You're such a cute sap!'

Blank was literally frozen in place. Bim was touching him Bim was touching his face with his actual hand....dammit he was blushing. Blank was holding his breath too, even as Bim retracted and glanced at his watch; but then he let out a groan and a sigh.

'Dammit that break went quick, they always do. I have to dash, I'll see you around my little phantom!'

He chuckled as he slid from his seat and left the room with the rest of his tea in hand. Blank was just still and silent. He was like that for a few minutes, until he slowly but surely raised his hand and brought it to his cheek, softly tracing the place Bim had touched as a dazed smile rose up on his face; but then he frowned. He stood up and approached the fridge door....and started lightly banging his head against it.

'Stupid. Idiot. Why. Can't. You. Flirt. Properly?!'

He let out little frustrated grunts and whines as he maintained his self-deprecation with a lot of enthusiasm; five minutes later, that's how Antisepticeye found him. The glitching man stood in the doorway with folded arms and an amused grin in place, he waited before entering and teasing in a blasé tone.

'Jeez man, what did the fridge ever do to you?'

Blank's reply was extremely detailed and encased in the most descriptive vernacular, wherein he turned to Anti, scowled, pulled his hood up over his face and traipsed to the neighbouring lounge where he could flop unceremoniously onto the couch.

'Go. Away.'

Anti snickered and rolled his eyes as he followed Blank without question, and proceeded to sit on his legs as soon as he'd flopped onto the couch. Anti was grinning amusedly, since he knew all about Blank's pining; he found it sickeningly cute.

'Why so grouchy? Is your unnoticed fawning gettin' ya down?'

Blank let out a huff, feeling uncomfortable on his front so he shuffled onto his back, a solid frown in place. Anti observed Blank, and he couldn't help but feel bad for the guy, because he knew he was trying to try his best. He could see the forlornness in Blank's expression, as well as self-directed annoyance and frustration; Anti didn't know much about wooing but he knew that any expression other than that was bound to work better in the scheme of things. Anti gave one of Blank's legs a shove as he tried to muster up a....positive tone of persuasion?

'Well you definitely won't be able to flirt right if you're moping here, c'mon I bet you'll be able to catch him before his next bout of filming!'

Blank glanced at Anti, sighing a little; he appreciated that Anti was trying to help, but it really wasn't working for him. He didn't feel like there was any point. He was trying so hard and yet nothing was coming from it, he wanted to be bolder but how could he do that without making Bim uncomfortable, obligated or overwhelmed?

'There's no point, I've tried everything, don't waste your breath Anti-'

'Oi! If ya start thinking like that ya won't stop! I will help your gay ass out even if I have to use force....'

Anti trailed off with a cheeky, menacing smile.....which Blank merely scoffed at. Anti was slightly taken aback; Blank must really have lost hope if he had the nerve to scoff at a threat from Antisepticeye. Blank was about to roll back onto his stomach in an attempt to escape Anti's convoluted attempt at help, before he suddenly felt the glitch scoot on top of him and settle on his thighs. Blank gritted his teeth, tugging at his legs and letting his eyes flick to pitch black as he growled.

'Anti I am warning you!'

It was Anti's turn to scoff as he donned a smirk, his own eyes flicking to a deep, endless black that seemed to coincide with his own growl; but his was deeper, more used, more threatening.

'Oh please, I practically invented the soulless eye trick so don't think you can surpass me. Now, you've got one last chance. Come with me to Bim, or I will make you.'

Blank couldn't ignore the chill that went down his spine....he knew a genuine threat when he heard it, and the fear of the unknown was pounding in his chest. He couldn't do it though; he really felt there was no chance for his affections to come to anything now. He was firm as the black from his eyes dimmed and his irises turned to look at the floor.

'No.....it's pointless Anti, just accept it.'

Anti couldn't help but feel disheartened.....Blank really did believe that. He wasn't going to let that halt him though; Anti always was a determined bastard. He let his smirk widened as his eager fingers twitched.

'Sorry, but the only actually pointless thing here is your cute attempt at defiance.'

Before Blank could retort, he jumped with a gasp. Oh he wouldn't....oh he wouldn't dare, would he? Yep oh shit he was he really was. Blank's lips trembled as he hurried to hug his torso, but Anti's fingertips had already found his ribs and were scratching away with a terrifying determination. Blank squirmed about and tried to keep quiet, but soon any toughness had just....melted away; one of the best perks of ticklishness in my opinion, it even brings down the strongest we have to offer.

'I-It ihis n-not cute! S-Stohop this Antihi s-stop ihit!'

Each syllable was sharp from Blank's lips as he tried to contain his mirth, but as we all know, when one giggle escapes they all do; and he'd already let out quite a few. Anti grinned excitedly as he scratched harder.

'Oh of course! I'll happily stop.....if you go and see Bim that is.'

Blank rapidly shook his head as his lips stretched more into a grin and giggles took over his vocals, he tried to let out a threatening snarl as he glared up at Anti; although the latter would argue later that it was way more of a pout.

'Noho wahahay! Ahanti Ihi swehear you ahare fohohor ihit once thihis ihis ohoveheher!'

Anti narrowed his eyes and cocked his head to the side, before his scratches morphed into scribbles and ruthless pinches as he cooed teasingly.

'I'm sorry what was that? Was that a threat thing? You know those automatically make tickle torture worse right?'

Blank wasn't sure what it was that brought a grey-misted red tinge to his cheeks, whether it was the increased intensity or the nonchalant, malicious tease; all he knew was, he was pretty damn flustered. He writhed under his tormentor as he hit out and yelled defiantly.

'Thihis ihis sOHO DUHUMB LEHET ME GOHOHO!'

Anti snickered as he dug into the ribcage before him, casually working his way further and further up whilst he sneered cheekily.

'It isn't dumb if it works-'

'IHIHIT IHIHISN'T!'

Anti raised an eyebrow at Blank brazen interruption, and relished in the smaller man's shiver when he leant closer to him. His lips quivered and his head jerked threateningly, glitching with new ferality as he spoke.

'Isn't it? That's funny, because from my perspective....'

Blank let out a howl of laughter as Anti's finger's forced themselves into his sensitive armpits, scratching away as Anti whispered.

'....it feels like those bitchy defiant walls of yours are just crumbling away.'

Blank was thrashing with an agape mouth and wide eyes as jolts of ticklishness surged through his body; he was barely touched normally by people, let alone tickled this intensely! His nerves weren't used to it, which made Anti's teasing statement all the more accurate. Much to his inner embarrassment, the begs flew from his lips before he could stop them.

'NAHAHAHAT AHAHANTI ANTIANTIANTI C'MOHOHON PLEHEHEHEASE!!'

Anti could not have grinned wider if he tried. He kept scratching and let out a satisfied hum, the whacking and batting he was receiving at his chest not even phasing him as he cooed in a reprimanding tone.

'None of this would be happening if you weren't such a little brat y'know, if you'd accepted my help in the first place ya could have avoided this!'

Blank let out a loud whine as he thrashed, cheeks filling with more colour as his energy really started seeping from him; the tickling was doing a good job of draining him. Through his light hysteria though, Blank did see Anti's point; he was offering him help at the point where he needed it....but there was still a strong pessimist within him. A strong part of his mind emphasising how it was pointless, hopeless, persuading away any optimism; that was the part that cried out now.

'BUHUHUT IHIHIT'S UHUSELEHESS AHAND POHOHOINTLEHESS!!'

Blank's cry was desperate, and Anti pursed his lips when he saw the mirthful tears starting to build at the corners of his eyes; the glitch reluctantly relented, for now at least. Despite the silliness of his technique, the whole scenario did make him....sad. Anti cared for Blank like a brother and seriously wished there was a way to carve out that unpleasant pessimism once and for all so that Blank wouldn't have to be tormented by those constant doubts and arguments. He watched Blank catch his breath, and gritted his teeth when he saw the forlorn glimmers that still existed in his eyes. Anti may not have had an instant fix, but he WOULD help Blank one way or another. He let out a purposefully loud sigh as his fingers trailed absently down Blank's torso, and his tone of voice was deep and solemn.

'It really isn't, yeah it's tough and hard work and sometimes it can be crappy when your efforts don't seem to change shit. But that's why when results do come, and trust me they do, they're all the more fucking brilliant! C'mon, ya can't tell me that doesn't make you wanna keep trying!'

Blank shivered at the feeling of Anti's tracing, his entire body was rigid in an attempt at self-defence; it was a useless attempt though. Blank had to bite back a snarl, because annoyingly Anti was right. He tilted his head to the side though, pursing his already thin lips into a line as he mumbled shakily; his brain was trying to focus on the sensible reasoning Anti provided, but it still needed a push or two.

'Y-Yeah b-but.....it's more complicated th-than that....'

Anti only felt more confident; the stutters alone proved that he was getting to Blank and making a difference. He just had to persist a little longer, and Anti knew precisely how to do that. He raised an eyebrow as his fingers traipsed down where they teasingly brushed over Blank's prominent hip bones.

'I'll make it simple for ya then shall I? Come with me, and prove my generic words right.....or stay here. All day. Being tickled until you lose your mind.'

Blank gulped, breath hitching when he felt the touch at his hips. He looked up at Anti wide-eyed....he really knew how to threaten. He ended up stammering as his squirms started up again, his voice going a few octaves higher too.

'I-.....I-Ihi c-can't.....'

No sooner had Blank spoken, he'd let out an involuntary squeak before descending into a stream of breathless giggles. Anti's thumbs traced circles round and over Blank's sensitive, delicate hip bones; it wasn't a place of hysteria, but it was more than enough to break him. Anti was grinning as he leant down properly, letting his stubble brush against Blank's ear as he cooed.

'Then that means you'll have to endure this, do you realise that? If you decline now, I'll get to play with your ticklish hips for hour....after hour....after hour. Teasing them in the ways I know turn you into a weak little puddle....'

Blank let out a whimper as he squirmed about, using his hands to cover his face as he giggled and twitched. Dammit fuck dammit why did he have to have a nervous system like this? His face was burning hot as his weak, shivery voice trickled forth.

'P-Plehehease A-Anti....n-nohot thihis notthisnotthisnotthis yohou kn-know Ihi cahahahan't....'

Anti smirked as he softly nuzzled into Blank's neck, relishing in the plethora of true, un-repressed noises that came from his cute little victim. It was really adorable. He purred, letting his sharp teases do the work now.

'I know you can't take it Blanky, and that's why I gotta do it. You know you wanna give in, do anything to make the soft touches stop, do anything to allow your poor nerves some mercy. You know what you need to do Blank.'

Blank let out a desperate whine as Anti's thumbs found the bowels of his hips, massaging deep but slow into the bundles of nerve endings tucked away. Blank arched his back, even more so when he felt Anti's diabolical facial hair sending sharp shocks down his spine; Blank knew he was too ticklish to cope any longer, he knew he would give in soon.

'Ohogohod m-mehehercy p-pleaseplease oho plehease! Ihit tihickles s-so b-bahad Antihi i-it tihickles...'

Anti grinned in triumph at the sound of Blank's desperate babbles; he knew he'd won. He directed his nuzzling behind the man's ear as his thumbs maintained their soft, but unwavering, torment. He whispered.

'You know it's over....all ya gotta do is accept it.'

Blank let out a desperate, pleading mewl as he squeezed his eyes shut....then accepted it. Anti was the most malicious, relentless person he'd ever encountered; but he had the right morals which was the greatest, yet most annoying, thing ever. So, Blank succumbed as he shivered and quivered and giggled like a man with no more defences.

'Okahahay o-okahay i-ihi'll d-do ihit! I-Ihi'll tahalk t-to Bihihim agahain Ihi w-will!'

Anti chuckled deeply with immense, smug satisfaction. He was smirking broadly as he reared up and effortlessly slid off Blank's legs, now standing next to the couch and looking down as his slowly recovering victim.

'Damn right you will ya smitten shithead, come on, we've got no time to lose!'

Blank hurriedly sat up and hugged himself, forcing away the residual shivers and chills as he looked up at Anti with trepidation; he couldn't deny he was terrified, but he took a deep breath and nodded.

'Y-Yeah....yeah okay, o-okay fuck it let's do this.'

Anti grinned before grabbing the front of his hoodie and hauling him to his feet, wrapping an arm round his shoulder, and leading him from the room enthusiastically.

'That's the attitude! Right, let's decide your game plan....'

Thus, they headed off. Blank's nerves regarding his crush on Bim hadn't been dimmed, but he couldn't deny he had more sparks of confidence. He wasn't on his own, even if Anti was fixated on saying he should find and kill any enemies Bim may have, he couldn't deny how much he appreciated it and felt better for it. Acting on feelings is a tough beast, but let me tell you, the rewards are wild and worth any damn battles you end up fighting.

FICKIN DO N E WOOP! I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY THIS WOOO LUV YOUS XXX

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marius-ffxiv · 6 years

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Meet the Character - Marius Pyr Septim, the Garlean Knight

- [Basic Info]:

- Name: Marius Pyr Septim - Age: Early Thirties (32 Summers old) - Height: 6’8” Feet tall (81.6 inches) - Weight: 245+ lbs (106.5 kgs) - Build: Herculean, Strapping - Hair Color: Dark Brown - Eye Color: Sea Green - Skin Color: Pale colored (Very lightly tanned)

- Personality Traits: + [Positive]: - Responsible - Courageous - Protective - Fearless + [Negative]: - Opinionated - Willful - Suspicious - Indulgent

- [Class: Paladin]

+ [Proficiencies] - Armor: Heavy Armor & shields - Weapons: Martial Weapons - Skills: Athletics / Insight / Persuasion / Perception + [Paladin Oath: Of the Heavenly Storm] - Free Paladin Soulstone / Lightning aether based - Aether based combat abilities & defensive abilities

- [Descriptions]:

- Tattoos: There is very little in the way of ink markings on his body as whole, however on the length of his right wrist, there is four bands that trail upwards. Jet black in color, each one has a diamond shaped symbol that the bands stem from which trail in a horizontal line pattern. While there aren’t any more markings of ink on his flesh, there is room for more to be added. - Scars: Two very prominent scars adorn his face from his very first fight as an Officer of the Garlean Empire. Having pushed his men to advance further into territory that was designated as a space to avoid with heavy artillery, the fresh Decurio marched onward. Seperated from his party, the Decurio’s helmet was crushed by a Roegadyn attacker, barely able to avoid the strike downwards which carved into his face and chest. Though he very rarely shows anyone the length of his back, there are multiple lines of deep scars which give a very clear picture that at one point or time within his training or position as an Officer he was lashed nearly sixteen times in counting. They all are of the same length and width, trailing from his shoulder-blades down to the small of his back. Marius’s flesh is marked with smaller scars from cuts, scratches and things that come naturally from someone who has worked and trained for a majority of their life. - Body: From Garlemald, the aspiring Centurion is the epitome of a well bred, well trained and loyal soldier. Marius’ features are strong with a wide jaw, tapering down into a rounded chin with stubble lining the length of it. Resting atop a strong neck, it sits upon broad shoulders from years of lifting and moving in heavy armor. Solid cords of muscle coil down the whole of his arm with defined veins around his forearm and hand. His body is sturdy and well defined from years of manual labor, training and working for the Empire in both times of peace and war. Unlike many privileged children who are born into wealth with hands as soft as silk, Marius bears hands of callous and roughness, worn by gripping the hilt of a sword and various other tools during his time of basic training.

- [Quirks]:

+ Can be seen wringing his hands together during moments of stress, often in his own personal abode or out in the world, never in front of a meeting or when speaking with a higher up. + Prone to being sensitive to criticism, due to his up bringing he’s taught to be the best of the best and do everything right. And when he’s called out on doing something wrong, it very easily gets to him. + Smells of Vanilla, noted by those that come in close proximity of him. Seems whatever he showers with or wears for cologne smells of it and it lingers on him. + Much to the disdain of others who know him, Marius isn’t exactly stealthy or capable of truly going incognito. His wear is very formal, making many turn an eye to the Decurio as he moves about.

- [Skills & Abilities]:

+ Musically talented with the ability to play several different instruments, from the Harpiscord, Cello and the Harp. + Well versed in combat and tactics, trained from a very young age to not only earn the commission that was bought for him, but continue to keep it as he grew older and earned his title of Officer. + Skilled in combat with a sword, shield, lance, javelin and Magitek equipment. + Has the innate ability to manipulate and wield aether, more specifically lightning-aspected aether. Only further enhanced by his time in Eorzea and the abundance of aether in the air.

- [Roleplay Hooks]:

+ His Paladin Soul Crystal - While still attempting to learn about both the history and the duties of a Paladin, Marius has been between all of the major cities in search of other Free Paladins and those well versed in soul crystals to learn! + Wandering Knight - Separated from Ilsabard and his family, Marius has been taking up missions and jobs as a Knight to protect merchants, families and the like as he gathers enough gil to try and manage a means back into the Empire. + Other Garleans - A welcome reprieve from the denizens of Eorzea, Marius is always searching and attempting to network with other Garleans in Eorzea. Repairing his magitek armor and so forth!

- [Out of Character notes]:

- I am always more than eager to plan for scenes or simply do walk-ups! If you see me out and about RPing, don’t be afraid to interject or join in! - Please do not Meta-game Marius, I know there are a lot of people who will be very respectful and not, but I have met those few who simply wouldn’t take being told against it for an answer. - Feel free to add me on Discord if you’d like to discuss or simply talk head-canons, I always enjoy such talks! Please just message me with your tumblr handle so I know who you are! - Marius / Gujarek [Leo]#4625

Thanks for reading! Any helpful critiques, comments and such help!

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encountersincamperland · 6 years

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Surfing the Dunes of Estremadura from Sao Martinho to Nazaré

Running from the the Spanish border in the north you have what seems like hundreds of miles of Atlantic beach, broken only by estuaries, framed by low dunes which have been colonised by hardy plants. The vegetation is there to anchor the sand against the onslaught of big ocean breakers which would otherwise invade the land behind the dunes. A lot of effort has gone into creating the optimum conditions for the growth of the plants in what is otherwise a hostile environment.

On this coast, Sao Martinho da Porto is an attractive little town about 50 miles north of Lisboa, that sits in a bay shaped quite like Lulworth cove. Except of course this is Portugal where the sand is finer, the temperature more mellow, the houses white with blue painted timber and red tiled roofs, and the ubiquitous ceramic tiles with abstract patterns and figurative scenes. This was the place we decided to pitch at and we ended up staying there three days.

One of the days I wanted to go up to Nazaré and check the town as it is famed for its surfing and patronised by global surfers looking for the big waves that are common in that area. I was set on cycling the distance which is about ten kilometres.

The ride out of Sao Martinho on the back road is straight up for several kilometres and it's a bit teeth gritting at times but worth it for the views back down to the long, long beach below. I could see that just behind the low dunes that back the sea there was a brown dirt track. As Nazaré is situated on a river at sea level I wondered if I could save myself the inevitable climb out of the town on my way back if I took that track. Several kilometres later I made my descent to the river and crossed it and came round a bend into the town.

The first place you come to is the marina which harbours both working and pleasure boats. The dockside area has been laid out as if on a grid for new build. Instead there's an abandoned air, as if demolition rather than construction has occurred. But this was Republic day, a public holiday, and there were enough businesses in place to suggest that there would be more activity after the weekend.

My bike can handle off road and the soft traction of the fine sand, up to a point so I went over to the dunes and along the harbour mole to the lighthouse at the end. Whatever the wild reputation the sea has here, on this day it was as well behaved as a class of kids in front of their head teacher. This was tested by a jet skier who headed for the open sea at full throttle, sending his own waves either side.

Up on the wall a sprinkling of anglers were casting to sea. As I cycled to the harbour end I was put off the huge concrete blocks chucked and stacked to protect the wall. They looked like gigantic trig points upended and locked or not locked together depending on how they landed. They looked messy and inelegant but probably very effective against a powerful sea that would not find it easy to shift them.

I cycled back round the harbour and along the road further into the town. Nazaré is not a great looking place. It has a big beach but there is no wall to separate it from the pavement. While too much demarcation put me off the harbour, the lack of it here put me off the promenade. Holiday strollers ambled up and down wondering what to spend their money on next and a constant flow of traffic looking for parking reminded me of Brighton. I didn't like it and decided to leave.

So back to the harbour with the hope that I might be able to find that track and save myself an up and down journey. But of course there was the river between me and my road south and the only crossing was the bridge on the N242. After following various destinationless tracks around the dunes I went back the way I had come. It was ok though. I was enjoying the exercise, the wind, and just being on the track.

The way took me back to the semi industrial units of the harbour fisheries. Against the wall that holds back the dune I noticed the graffiti I had ignored the first time. Closer inspection showed it had been done by the crews of various craft that had put into Nazaré over the last twenty years or so, with crude renditions of their boats and tag lines. There were people here from Finland, Ireland, Nigeria,Sweden and the dates they had come. On one there was a caption something like: They said you left it much too late. But you said Biscay's just a bay. I wondered what might have happened. Had someone been lost at sea and this a memorial to the loss?

I crossed back over the bridge and as the main road bent round to the left, to the right there was a rough road with a sign pointing out that there was a ruin of a church called Igreja de Sao Giao along the way. I didn't have high hopes for the church when the way to it was a very broken cobbled trail, reducing to dried mud and then sand. I took it. I had to get off and walk the bike, at times climbing up dunes, a good work out I thought as the sweat poured through my shirt. But then the track would reassert itself and my hopes would increase. So past cultivated fields interspersed with scrub and bush, cane and pampas grass I carried on, not accepting this road might run out and I would have to retrace my tracks. Besides I hadn't got to the church yet. The track would at least take me there surely.

I got to the church and was bemused, as it looked like the wreck of an old adobe farm house, something that might have been left over from the set of 'The Magnificent Seven'. What was so special about this that it warranted a sign luring unsuspecting travellers? It did have a low wall of ten arches or so, that looked like it might have had some attempt at restoration. And someone had put a corrugated cover over it such as you'll see in any suburban street when builders are reroofing a house. But that was it.

Later I looked it up, and get this, it's reputedly one of the oldest churches in Portugal, dating back to pre Visigoth times, discovered in 1961 and classified as a National Monument. This isn't just a title. A building has to be assessed as to whether it is given the status of a National Monument. This one seemed to have faded back into the fauna after the initial excitement at its discovery. Maybe it was considered sanctified enough to look after itself. Comments on Trip adviser suggested it is privately owned. Time to nationalise a National Monument I am thinking.

I left the church behind wondering what Sao Giao might make of it all and carried on the track which became less defined as I went with me reduced to walking the bike, slipping back through the deep, soft sand that filled my sandals.

Then I met a jut of hill, and as the man said, there was no ignoring it. I had to climb it. So what I had tried to avoid had come to meet me. Up I went, this time too steep and too rutted to cycle and made my way towards Praia do Salgado. I didn't know this was its name at the time and a closer look at google maps shows the road runs out here except the one you takes you up the hill which also takes you back towards Nazaré! Well let it be I thought, and went down to the beach thinking what the hell, I'll take that hill on from the bottom.

On the beach people were making ready for going home. Signs saying no dogs on the sand didn't stop the disobedience of a dog owner and his big hound going on, while from the beach came another with her pert little mutt. People wiped sand from their feet and repacked the boots of their cars. It was like a klaxon had blown telling everyone to leave. As I turned and tackled the hill they passed me almost in a convoy with farts of exhaust from their cars adding pollution to the sea air my heaving chest was sucking in. This made me more determined to get to the top. And dear reader I am proud to say I made it without having to get off and walk, and found myself on the road I had originally gone to Nazaré on.

And not only that it was all down hill for, as you will remember, several kilometres. Well I must have hit 40mph on the way down as I hardly touched the brakes and I was back at the campsite in no time, sitting drinking an Estrella and recounting my tale to Madeleine.

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archergabriella · 4 years

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chronicbatfictioner · 6 years

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Theater of the Soul - Chapter 6

They'd spoken in tongues around him, he'd heard. None of them knew that he understood them.

"<You crazy enough to take the boy away from him, you bastard, then you should be crazy enough to eliminate him!>"

He hadn't recognized the voice. But the language was Hispanic - a learned language, not a street- or birth-earned language. He'd suspected a white, upper-class somebody being there other than... than the horror that is the clown. He had not heard the reply, only that it was followed by a lot of loud noises. Ugly, loud noises. The last time he had heard those kind of noises, cops were later seen leaving the apartment next to his after taping the door with bright yellow ribbons.

And then he was leaving. He'd had no idea where to, or how. Just that he was leaving. Leaving all the noises behind.

And there was a lot of blood in his line of sight. Only he wasn't sure if it was his line of sight or his own eyes. Maybe it had been him bleeding. Maybe he'd caused the bleeding, he couldn't be sure. He knew there were others - warm, soft bodies.

And then everything was cold and chilly again. There was so much pain, too. And he'd kept moving. Somehow, his brain had told him to keep moving, ignore the pain and just keep moving. That keep moving would be his best bet to survive.

Barbara's friends were... scary ladies, if anyone would ask Tim. Fortunately, no one would ask. And they looked... well, Dinah Lance and Helena Bertinelli looked like they'd just walked out of 'The Gladiator' movie set - almost complete with Roman gladiator garb. They were both tall, and even if Tim's brain said that Barbara would've been just as tall if not for her wheelchair, the two ladies still looked imposing to him.

The three of them, Tim thought, looked very colorful - with Barbara's flaming red hair and fair skin, Dinah Lance's platinum blonde hair and peachy-tan skin, and Helena Bertinelli's jet black hair and dark chocolate skin.

And yes, he did not hide his surprise well when Helena said that she was a primary school teacher. "Does that mean I'll have to call you Miss Bertinelli?" he asked, only half joking because he did feel like he was still in Primary School.

Helena was glaring at him, and Tim hoped that she would at least be amused.

"You're... what? Ninth grader?" she asked.

Tim frowned. "I've graduated high school last year." he scowled. Yes, he was small even for 15. But he still has time to get some much-needed growth spurts, surely. Like one or two - or a dozen.

She looked surprised. "Well! A genius, Barbara? Who'da thunk it." she smirked.

"I would. His grandpa was Jeremiah Galavan." Barbara said, almost smugly. "The guy who almost singlehandedly built the wastewater treatment plant in Gotham. Even when everyone was laughing at him. I'm not surprised that Tim has his brain."

"Here I am thinking that Bruce would only take people with high theatrical aptitude." Dinah Lance said.

"My parents were stage actors." Tim told her. "That's how I know Bruce. They... left me in his custody when they died."

"That's nice of them..." Helena quipped. "So close in the heels of..." then she paused.

"He didn't take me in to replace Jason!" Tim snarled. "I was officially adopted before Jason left!"

"He never take anyone to replace anybody," Dinah said, practically calming him. "Bruce takes orphaned children because of his own deep need to make sure you won't be lost in the system. Like some of his..." she paused and meet his gaze, "... earlier acquaintances." she finished. Tim suddenly got the thought that by 'acquaintances', she had meant herself.

"Matter at hand, ladies." Barbara reminded them.

"I'll go with the little genius bird." Helena stated, her voice sounded challenging.

Tim just sighed. He was not in the mood for arguing. It was already past 10.30 and he felt that they would be kind of wasting time if they were to argue on who rides with who. "Whatever." he said. "Can we go now? The addresses were arranged by location, anyway, and we've got some solid 33 thousand square miles to cover." he cringed inwardly, suddenly thinking just how small Gotham City suddenly felt.

"Relax, kiddo. We'll find him." Dinah patted his shoulder gently. "Bruce should've..." and she pressed her lips, willing herself not to say anything more.

"I don't disagree, Bruce should've asked for help back then. But that door is closed already. Now we move on." Barbara didn't snap, but her tone implied so. "We will find Jason. Even if it means knocking every damn door in the whole county of Los Angeles."

"Babs and I can start at the north side, from here onward to Antelope Valley areas." Dinah said. "You take the beaches?"

"Will do." Helena said.

"It's not like my wheelchair would be bothered with the beaches, you know." Barbara cocked her eyebrow at them. Her wheelchair was specially made - lacking the back handles because she didn't like to be pushed by anyone else; and has reinforced all-terrain wheels.

"Nothing to do with your wheelchair, hun. Southward are usually populated with family ones. While northward are veterans and otherwise." Dinah replied calmly. "They see your wheelchair and they'll be more inclined to talk than otherwise."

"Psychological query." Tim acknowledged.

"Yes, little bird, you got that right." Dinah gave him a finger-gun salute. Tim almost grinned.

Their plan for today was to prowl the homeless areas, as well as stopping by at Napier-owned buildings or whatever property he has. Tim was a little proud that Barbara did not shot down his suspicion that the reason Bruce hadn't been able to find Jason right off the bat would have been because Napier had somehow hidden Jason somewhere. He was not at any hospitals back then, and the only record of him showed that he was checked out of LA General Hospital a week after he was admitted. Bruce had even pulled all the stops by asking a load of favors from his friends to ask if any of the private rehab centers and/or hospitals would have had Jason there - to no avail.

Hence, really, Tim's suspicion that Napier was not what he appeared to be. Not 'merely' a stage critic, but was hiding something else. When the Harley Quinn club opened a mere few months after Jason went missing - based on the date of the accident and his last known whereabout as he was signed out of the hospital, Tim's suspicion was vindicated.

And his suspicion lead him to poke around the internet and unternet - the dark side of the web - to find out who the hell this Napier guy really is. Said poking around also provided him with a list of assets belonging to Napier, mostly in Los Angeles County area - much to his relief; a small number in Gotham. Dick would poke around at the Gotham ones - excluding Quinn's club - with Barbara's father, James Gordon, in the guise of finding a place for himself. James Gordon, the city's Mayor, would be a good smokescreen - no pun intended for his smoking habit, really - to hide their true purpose.

Tim has to begrudgingly admitted - albeit inwardly - that explaining the general gist of things to Helena was easier now that he has had time to mull it over and brainstorm it with Barbara. They have barely gotten a block away from the Penthouse when Tim's presentation of his theory finished.

"So how is it a brainiac kid like you get roped to the ever-glamorous world of showbiz?" Helena asked. "Yeah, I get it that your folks were in it. But you could've gotten yourself a scholarship somewhere, MIT? Ivy? I mean, why stay?"

Tim fiddled with the camera on his lap. The camera would be their cover story - building Helena's portfolio at interesting locations, or having her pretend to be a reporter if all else fails. "Why should I?" he asked.

"Why should you what?"

"Why should I go for technical stuff just because I'm a genius?" he pressed. "Why can't I be in arts, just because I can work out how a supercomputer works, or how a robot can move and walk and talk at the same time? Why can't I be a painter, or singer, or photographer?"

There was a few good seconds' worth of silence following Tim's questions, and he knew he'd stumped Helena.

"You're right. I actually never thought of it that way." she finally admitted. "Most of the kids in my school are average. There are a few with above-average intelligence, and they all tend to lean toward sciences."

"They do that because through science - things that has absolute, numerical and alphabetical quantifier - because they can prove their intellects through it. How about languages? Did you know that the English language - while the second most spoken language in the world, has significantly less amount of words? As in, it has only one word that defined art: 'work'. Bengali language has five, Russian has four, Arabic has five. That, to me, is interesting. Would you like to know how I found that out?" Tim asked, almost coyly.

"Okay, I'll bite. How did you find that out?"

"Jason Todd told me. People tend to think him stupid, just because he was a street urchin and didn't get to be schooled to show his academic skills. But he speaks five languages fluently. All of which he'd learned on his own by reading the books at the library. Is he not a genius, then?"

"Ah," she nodded. "I get it. There are many types of genius, and the more visible ones are those with science-based aptitude."

"Yes, that should answer your question on why I'm not interested with scholarships. I don't need them to do what I love. And what I love is--" Tim suddenly clamped his mouth shut, realizing his true motive in doing this. It has nothing to do with what he loved to do - taking photographs, sharing the printed evidence of things he could easily pull out from his memories with vivid details. Not because he'd wanted to 'save' Jason. Not because he didn't want to see Bruce upset and stressed.

He wanted to do this so that he could earn his place within the Wayne family. He wanted to prove that Bruce taking him was not a mistake. So that Jason would stop being mad at him. So that Jason would come home.

Before Helena could finish her questioning, thankfully, they were approaching their first target location,

#Tim Drake #Jason Todd #Barbara Gordon #Dinah Lance #Helena Bertinelli #JayTim #SoulTheater!AU #no-capeAU #BatFam

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((Hi, thank you all for your patience and your help. Sava here is one of my newest characters and I tried to make his history as brief as possible. My inspiration for making him was that I wanted a semi-princely, Shakespearian like character in my space story. I’d like to know if everything in his story makes sense and how I can improve his character.

World: His story takes place in the fictional world that my cousin and I made, but in the Space series. It’s the year 2036.

Some facts: I don’t know how to describe Seidians other than that they are mixtures between werewolves, Horses, and a Reptiles. They have a habit that whenever they feel like something bad is going to happen, or that there’s danger coming, they abandon or ignore their children, and they let the danger follow the parent.

Sava has 3 names that he uses. The name Sava is like a papal name, he took it on before ruling, K'dbacii is what he goes by in the galaxy, and his actual name is Savianu))

Name: Emperor Sava Reid'an II

Aliases: “K'dbacii” which means “Exile” in his language or Savianu, which is a name that Koza uses only.

Gender: Transgender Male

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual.

Age: He is 278 years old which is seen as middle aged for his race.

Occupation: He is the current ruler of Ti'šchena, which is a distant planet.

Alignment: Neutral, but he kind of leans towards the good side of things.

Group/Organizational Affiliations: He is affiliated with the Amaranians, The Shershen’, and any of the A'maranian allies.

Family Iitä Koza: She was the one to raise him after he was sent away. In his opinion, she’s his mom. She raised him, she has always been there for him and she truly cares for him. He will always be grateful for her guidance and help.

Rahgna the White: Rahgna was his birth mother and in his opinion, one of the smartest leaders that has ruled the planet. He eventually learned that she had a child with Xhedes because he threatened to kill her, and Sava. Like her, he’s highly analytical and logic driven.

Sava: She was his grandmother and one of the former rulers of the Moon clan. He was the only person who could understand her after she fell victim to a sickness and she taught him how to fight. He uses her name out of respect.

Rhianu: Although he loves him to death and he would do anything to keep him safe, nobody knows that this is his son.

Viggo Hwajae: He’s in a weird spot with him. He trusts him enough to work with him and he knows that if he asks him to do something, then he can get it done, but he’s not really buddies with him. They can have a decent conversation with eachother and they do respect one another, but that’s about it.

Best Friends: He’s not a friend person, but if there was someone that he trusts with his life, it would be a priestess named Koza. She’s been there for his mother, for him, and for Rhianu as well.

Relationship Status: Divorced

Significant Other: Sreda Roks-Alakkaria: Sreda was his ex-partner and he is Rhianu’s father. He rarely speaks about him because they divorced and he moved to for some silly reason.

Other Relationships: Xhedes: Xhedes is actually his fathers half-brother. He is an older Seidian who wanted the throne. He lived his life vicariously through his son, Kyrida. He is responsible for exiling him and murdering his own sister-in-law, who was Sava and Kyrida’s mother.

Prince Kyrida: Kyrida is actually his half-brother. He is a coward, but his father feels that he is the true ruler to the throne. He hates that his cousin tarnished his families reputation like that.

Height: 8'10

Weight: 790lbs

Build: Muscular and strong. He has really nice arms.

Skin Tone: Slightly furry and Grey with darkish undertones.

Hair: Very jet black and long, but it goes white at the tips.

Eyes: In the light they are neon green with orange sclera, but at night they seem to glow a bit.

Identifying Marks: His pitch black hair with white tips, Moon clan tattoos, and he wears a lot of jewelry.

Appearance: Sava is a very handsome young man who is a Royal Seidian, so his hair grows longer than that of a normal Seidians. He’s 8'10 and about 790 pounds of muscle. He has dark grey skin that looks slightly furry and he is adorned with facial and body tattoos that represent the Moon Clan. His hair is long and super black with white tips at the end. He has quite a few scars on his body, which include two parallel ones from where chains were stuck into him, a few scratches on his back from fighting, and surgery scars. He has sharp, big, white teeth, and like many Seidians, his tongue is blackish-blue and he has curved, dark, sharp nails. Like most Seidians, his eyes glow but glow brighter in the dark. They are highlighter green and bright orange. He wears quite a few pieces of jewelry that belonged to his mother and grandmother, like their earrings, bracelets, and arm cuffs. From the waist down, he has on leather and metal armor that is really common on his planet. Like most Seidians, he’s shirtless most of the time, but he is usually seen with wearing his royal armor because he finds it intimidating. He keeps his hair down, or in a long side braid.

Personality: Due to being imprisoned for years, Sava is a cautious and suspicious person. He’s aloof and he may seem like he’s not telling the truth about anything, especially himself, but he does this so that he can keep those that he loves safe. He never really shows it unless he feels comfortable, but he can be charming, he has chivalrous tendencies, and he is a man of his word, making sure that he keeps his promises and he keeps his friends safe. He is a Seidian, which means that he’s brave, he believes in honor, and he can be very violent and savage when it comes to asserting his position or defending his honor, but he’s also compassionate and thoughtful like the Amaranians. One thing that sets him apart from many Seidians is that he’s not closed minded. He believes that working with, and respecting outsiders is important to the survival of anyone. He also shows a tremendous amount of love for his son, which is not really a Seidian characteristic.

Motivations: In his own way, he is motivated by justice. He feels that his family was wronged for no reason and he seeks to make things right.

Current Goal: Stopping Gaiatorix

Life Goal: He wants to actually have a calm life where it’s just him and his son and they are living their lives.

Motto: “Do not underestimate me”.

Best Quality: He is a thinker and he has a good moral compass. If he feels like he can trust someone, then he will work to keep his end of the bargain that they made.

Worst Quality: He does have a slight temper because he’s not good at expressing his feelings. He also has a hard time dealing with his Seidian nature and his A'maranian upbringing. Sometimes this causes him to not do anything at all.

Fears: He does have a fear that he won’t be such an effective leader as his mother or his grandmother.

Hobbies: Reading, Painting, and collecting books.

Talents: Although he’s really quiet most of the time, he’s a great speaker. He is also charming if he trusts you. He has an extremely accurate memory, and he has a knack for figuring things out quickly.

Skills: He is a trained fighter and although he’s never tried it himself, he knows a lot about piloting. Because of Koza, he is fluent in 13 intergalactic languages.

Abilities: He naturally has enhanced senses like sight, smell, and hearing. Seidians are tanks, so besides being able to see in pitch black conditions, he is extremely durable, he is extremely strong, and he’s very agile for his size. Like all Seidians, He can actually go into a type of berserk mode where everything is enhanced times 10, but he rarely goes into this form because it tires him out quickly. He is an accomplished fighter and he’s learned how to fight Seidians while they are in their berserk form.

Secret: He is actually afraid of himself. He has some really bad intrusive thoughts, and he’s always active so that he could get his mind off of things.

Influential Memory: His influenced memory would be being raised on Akrinco. He felt like it taught him a lot of things, and although he doesn’t talk about it much, he has a soft spot for that planet.

Role Model: His source of inspiration is his Grandmother. She was exiled as well, but she managed to regain her kingdom by being one of the bravest women that he has known.

Crush: That’s hard to define. He rarely talks about himself, and he does not have many crushes. If he had to have one, it would be on the Shershen’ Queen, Merrylin.

Source of Embarrassment: His biggest embarrassment is that he’s shorter than an average Seidian. They are around 9 feet tall on average, but he’s only 8'10, which is short for them.

Source of Pride: He sees his son as his source of pride. He loves that kid and he would do anything to keep him safe. He’s proud that he following his dreams and that he’s got a safe job instead of messing around with other Seidians who could potentially hurt him.

History: Sava was born to Rahgna the White, a powerful military tactician and the current ruler of Tišchena, who had disappeared for a few years. She soon returned with another child in her arms and A civil war broke out against Rahgna and her brother-in-law, Xhedes, which caused his Rahgna to send Sava away to a foreign planet at the age of 10. A woman named Iitä Koza explained that his mother wanted him to live with her on Akrinco because it was safer, but he wanted no part of that. Life on Akrinco was difficult and he was not fond of this woman because they came from two different cultures. He did have hopes that his mother would come back to get him, but soon days turned into weeks, months, and years, with no word of her ever coming back. He soon learned that Koza was reading up on Seidian culture and she started to treat him in a way that was acceptable on his planet. He was surprised and he tried to be nicer to her, seeing that she meant no harm to him at all. He started to see her as his substitute mother for the time that he was there. It had been 35 years since he had been home, but Sava was feeling more at home on Akrinco. He married an Amaranian man, but they had a nasty divorce. He gained custody of his child and Koza was more than willing to help him out with raising his baby. Within this year, he came out to her and she was accepting of him. She told him that she would be there for anything that he needed and he was glad that she understood. Sava chose to go through HRT, and he did go through top-surgery. He felt like he was in a comfortable place with who he was. He then received a letter from his mother asking him to return to Tišchena, which he eventually accepted, but he asked Koza to watch his son because he was growing strangely suspicious of his mothers request. When he arrived on his planet, he was escorted to the throne room where he saw his Uncle and a younger man. A lie was told and he saw that his Mother and Grandmother paid the price for this. His Uncle spread the rumor that Sava was there to assassinate the Emperor, which he had no intention of doing at all, but he was exiled and imprisoned for 200 years as a punishment. 200 years passed and he held onto his anger, plotting revenge against his uncle. He was soon released by someone who was calling themselves Emperor Heriotza, the Makarasan leader. He knew that this person was a fake, but he was desperate to leave. He agreed to work with her and he reluctantly helped her to conquer these lesser planets. He endured being verbally abused by the impostor because he wanted her to leave so that he could go back to Akrinco, but he eventually got so upset by her actions that he killed some of her subordinates. She got scared and returned him to Tišchena, where he killed his Uncle, proved his birthright, and took his family’s throne back, taking on the name Sava II. He eventually learned that this impostors name was Gaiatorix, and that in her anger, she raised Akrinco and she kidnapped all of the Seidians that were living there. He although he wasn’t sure what had happened over the last 200 years, had a feeling that his son would be among this group of captives, so in an effort to build an alliance with the Amaranians, he pledged that his planet would like to join forces with the other planets which included Akrinco and the Shershen’ planet of Acoa. Many people were amazed to hear of this because Tišchena never truly aligned themselves with anyone in over 400 years, and finally someone was going to do it.

Welcome back!

Sava has a strong background, and strong connections, but I did find some inconsistencies I’d like to take a closer look at. For example, he very much wants to take his birthright as a leader, but also wants to lead a quiet life raising his child. How does he feel about the inherent conflict between these two? What will he have to sacrifice? How much time will he be able to put into each?

He is also listed as being neutral, but you later state that he has a very strong moral compass. That sounds a lot closer to good than neutral. Or do you mean neutral looking at the other axis, which is between lawful and chaotic? Perhaps he is neutral on the lawful scale, and good on the moral scale? I would also like to know more about his personality as a leader. Is he a micromanager? Does he delegate too much or too little? What parts of ruling does he find most tedious? Does he enjoy being recognized? Does he like being a General instead of a Soldier once he is in charge?

I find myself confused because you mention that he acts on his Seidian nature, but never clarify what that means. They are werewolf, horse, reptile like, but those animals have a lot of very conflicting personality types, so I’m not sure what could be influencing him.

Speaking to the world overall, as you may have noticed this blog is very trans friendly, and we think it’s important to tell trans stories, but this character’s story sounds very human for lack of a better term. Since this character is an alien, why not give him a different narrative when it comes to transitioning? Maybe those aliens choose their gender when they reach maturation, or perhaps there are more than just two binary genders. Maybe HRT isn’t even necessary. There are ways to put in healthy trans narratives that aren’t bogged down by our issues. Not necessarily something you have to change, just a thought to keep in mind.

Happy Writing,

Shields

#development help #backstory help #soc critique #general help #submission

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lovely-hoseok-blog · 7 years

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no homo tho - yoonseok

Pair: Yoonseok (Suga x J-Hope)

Word Count: 2k (2,000)

Warnings: None really

Summary: J-Hope and Suga are roommates in their hotel, which is fine. But it soon becomes a problem when there's only one bed, and maybe Suga has just a tiny crush on the certain someone.

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The lock clicked as they stepped in, relishing in the warmth and comfort the room radiated. They had bid the others goodnight after they had decided roommates for the week, by rock paper scissors of course, because they are very mature. Suga had protested in sharing a room with J-Hope, complaining that he was too loud and messy, which made him flush with embarrassment, though it was not true.

J-Hope parked his suitcase next to the closet, getting a running start and flopped onto the huge bed, causing the springs to make light squeaks. He let out a content sigh and closed his eyes, thankful to rest after a long day of traveling. Suga's eyes trailed over his body, smiling a bit as he too set his suitcase to the side.

He then noticed a large space in the room, the place where the other bed belonged. Except there wasn't another bed. Suga's eyebrows drew together in a frown, confused as to where the second bed was. "Uh Hoseok? Where's the other bed?" He questioned, strolling around the room, wondering as to why there weren't any couches as well. Just the bathroom, closets, the single bed and a sitting area with a couple armchairs arranged around a long coffee table.

J-Hope raised his head up from the pillows, glancing around the room before confirming that there indeed was not another piece of furniture to sleep on. Unless of course, you would like to rest in the bathtub. "Eh it's fine, we can share a bed. It's really big anyways," J-Hope shrugged, as if it wasn't a big deal.

"S-Share a bed? Us? Bed?" Suga questioned nervously, his fingers gripping onto the bottom of his sweater.

"Yeah why not? It's not like we're strangers." J-Hope sat up on the bed facing Suga, his head tilted to the side just the slightest.

"I can just call the hotel service, I'm sure they have a spare bed or couch.." Suga suggested hesitantly, searching through his pockets to see if perhaps he kept the card the little too eager lady gave him when they checked in. Unfortunately, he had thrown it in the trash.

J-Hope rolled his eyes and stood up, "No need to bother them. Come on Yoongi, friends share beds all the time, it's not an uncommon thing." He knelt down beside his suitcase and unzipped it, pulling out a pair of grey sweatpants. He looked up to see Suga standing to the side of the bathroom door awkwardly leaning against the wall, studying the bed as if it was the answer to the meaning of existence.

J-Hope let out a grunt as he straightened his legs, wincing as he heard his knees crack. Suga watched intently as J-Hope strolled toward him, the closer he got the more nervous Suga became. J-Hope's fingers gently wrapped around the bathroom door handle as he looked at Suga. His eyelashes cast soft shadows onto his light pink cheeks, hair messy yet somehow neat at the same time, his white t-shirt defining his body in the most perfect places, his black skinny jeans showing off his perfect legs. Everything about him reminded Suga of exactly why sleeping in the same bed as J-Hope was a bad idea.

J-Hope's lips set into a small - and adorable, might he add, pout. "Aw come on Suga, it's not like I have a disease or something. I don't kick when I'm asleep, usually. And I don't smell that bad. Wait, do I?" He took a sniff of his armpit jokingly, Suga didn't miss the way his arms flexed just the slightest when he crooked them over his head.

"It's.. not that. And no, you smell pretty great." Suga cringed and mentally face palmed. Yeah sure just tell your friend how great they smell, totally casual.

"Then why not? It's not like one of us are a girl or something," J-Hope reasoned, turning the handle and swung the door open, flicking the light switch on. He gave Suga a hopeful glance as he was about to step inside the bathroom.

Suga let out a sigh. "Okay. Fine," He agreed reluctantly, feeling a painful pang of adoration when J-Hope smiled, the heart shaped smile Suga was oh so in love with. Suga made his way over the single bed, slipping off his shoes and hesitated before he considered to take off his pants, he usually slept without them, but it'll just be weird to do that tonight, right? He decided to keep them on.

He slipped under the covers, relishing in the warmth and comfort. Once he laid his head on the soft pillow, he let out a yawn, realizing how tired he actually was. He opened his phone, 10:25 PM it read. So it wasn't that late, but the jet lag was kicking in. The bathroom door's lock clicked open as Suga glanced up from his phone in instinct, his eyes widened once he saw that J-Hope was wearing sweatpants, and was shirtless.

J-Hope tossed his clothes onto on of the armchairs as Suga quickly shut his phone, placing it onto the bedside table. He tried not to stare at J-Hope's chest as he walked over to the light, he tried not to focus on the way the sweatpants hung low on his hips, he tried not to stutter and blush when J-Hope asked if he was ready to sleep, he tried not to be anxious when he heard the covers rustling, feeling a weight on the other side of the bed.

Suga gulped, nearly breaking out into a nervous sweat. "A-Are you going to sleep like t-that?" He stuttered, cursing himself when it came out as nearly a whisper.

"Hm? Oh like without a shirt you mean? Yeah why not, we're both guys, it's fine." Except it wasn't fine. It would be fine if they were just two guys, but surprise, Suga maybe had just a little bitty crush on J-Hope.

"I- Yeah I mean, it's cool, yeah man totally, fine." Suga made a mental note to never speak again.

J-Hope let out a small chuckle that made Suga's heart swell. "I mean, I usually sleep naked. But I figured you wouldn't be that comfortable with it." Oh no, Suga would be a hundred percent ok with that. Suga stared at the ceiling, the only light in the room coming from the moon casting his rays through the thin curtains. The room was cold, yet Suga somehow was sweating. In the empty room, all Suga could hear was his racing heart.

They both laid in silence, well, you know, what's expected when they're supposed to be asleep. When J-Hope broke the silence abruptly. "Yoongi, hyung?" He whispered, testing to see if Suga was still awake. Suga made a sound of acknowledgement, something between a grunt and a sigh, not because he was tired, because of that note earlier to never speak again, he knows what happens when he tries.

He heard and felt J-Hope shift next to him, his heart leapt into his throat when he saw from the corner of his eye, that J-Hope was on his side, facing towards him. He dared not to turn around, because if he was any closer to J-Hope, Suga might as well order his gravestone because he would die.

"Can I ask you something?" J-Hope whispered again, slightly louder this time because he knew the other was awake.

"Y-Yeah," Suga answered, feeling his heart picking up speed once more as he anticipated what the younger one had to say.

He expected some kind of philosophical statement, questioning what the point of existence was, asking about the meaning of life. Perhaps a marriage proposal, but Suga was dreaming a little too far on that one. But what he asked was not was Suga was expecting, just the kind of random you get from J-Hope.

"Do you think trees have feelings?"

"..."

"I mean a lot of people say they're alive, so do they actually feel things? Do cry when we cut down their family? Do they feel well fed when they get watered? Do they get tickled when bugs climb on them? Do the normal trees feel jealous of pretty ones like cherry blossoms?"

"I um.. don't know."

"Just another question that'll never be answered. Also I tend to cuddle, so that's a warning.

"What?"

"I tend to cuddle things when I sleep, so don't be alarmed if you wake up with me attached to your arm, okay?"

How was Suga supposed to answer? Sleeping beside his crush was torture enough, now he's at the risk of being cuddled? He really should have considered sleeping in the bathtub.

"Uh yeah, it's cool, I.. don't mind." Technically, Suga really didn't mind. It's always been a dream sitting in the back of his head, to be able to fall asleep next to him, to be able to kiss him whenever he wanted, to cuddle him without it being weird, to be able to call J-Hope his. And that was the only thought swarming his mind as he dozed off, his blinks becoming slower and his mind becoming sluggish, until he fell unconscious.

Suga was awoken in the middle of the night, a strangely quiet noise that sounded through the room. He blinked for a few seconds, trying to clear the drowsiness from his mind, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. He could still hear the sound, he couldn't pinpoint what it was and where it was coming from, but Suga didn't like it. It was upsetting.

He furrowed his brow in concentration, trying to figure out what it was. It almost sounded like sniffles? Crying? Wait, he wasn't crying was he? Suga brought a hand to his cheek, confirming that he indeed had no tears. Then if he wasn't crying, who was? The chairs?

Suga mentally slapped himself when he realized who was crying. The only other person in the room, J-Hope. Suga carefully shifted around so he was facing him, his own heart starting to pick up speed. J-Hope's knees were to his chest, one of his arms wrapped around them. Even in the dark room, Suga could see tears slipping down his cheeks, staining the pillow his head was rested on.

Suga started panicking, his best friend was crying in the middle of the night asleep beside him, what is he supposed to do?!

Suga shuffled a little closer, and carefully brought up a hand, he hesitatingly rested it on J-Hope's cheek, his heart thumped in his chest at the contact. He gently stroked his thumb over his fragile skin, gently wiping away the wet tears. He whispered sweet assurance that he was alright, that he was there for him, though Suga was unsure he was even able to hear what he was saying.

He listened to J-Hope's breath start to calm down gradually, Suga watched as his arm lost the grip around his knees, his legs slowly straightening out into a normal sleeping position. Suga ran his fingers through J-Hope's soft hair, relishing in the moment, he was finally to this close to J-Hope without his heart racing, without being nervous around him. His feelings were finally starting to be at ease.

Suga's blinks started getting slower, his eyes heavy-lidded as his mind became drowsy once more, his hand slowed to a stop. He took his hand out of his hair, careful not to pull any strands.

And before he fell asleep for the second time that night, he somehow absentmindedly slid his hand in J-Hope's, by accident, of course. And their fingers stayed intertwined throughout the night, Suga's pale hand, with J-Hope's soft, slightly more tan one. They both slept well, because they were together, and that's all that mattered.

And when Suga woke up the next morning, with J-Hope's soft breath tickling his exposed neck, his warm hand gently gripping Suga's arm, he thought, maybe sleeping with his best friend wasn't so bad after all.

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