Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Rating: Teens and Up Summary: Steve wants to draw on Reader’s skin and she doesn’t expect what she sees in the mirror. WordsCount: 1.5k Genre: Fluff! Warnings: none.
Special thank you to @punkrockhippiefromthefourties for being my beta!xx
As you sat on one of the two armchairs in your bedroom, you tucked your leg under the other while your bare feet rested on the edge of the coffee table. You held your tablet in your hands with your earbuds in your ears, watching your favorite show on Netflix.
You had come back from an assignment only a few hours ago and all you wanted to do was have some time for yourself and your boyfriend, Steve. The breaks from work were rare since you had joined the Avengers a year and a half ago, but the good side was you had found a family and a loving boyfriend.
Being with Steve wasn’t easy; sometimes he’d be a workaholic with his light obsession for the orders and rules, which affected your relationship because you couldn’t spend any day together like a normal couple without being interrupted. But, you knew that when you officially became a couple six months ago. When you had joined the team, Steve wasn’t looking for a relationship and neither were you, but being friends with him made you realize that maybe there was something important behind all these harmless conversations in the middle of the night and those loving glances you threw at each other when you were in the same room.
Little by little, you gave yourselves a chance and it worked. You really liked each other and even when no one had said the L word, you knew that Steve cared about you and he would give anything to stay with you. There was an obvious meaningful passion between you two, but you kept things slow as you were willing to build something serious together.
At this late hour of the afternoon, you knew Steve was still debriefing the mission with some of your teammates. He was probably checking his report before he’d join you in your room like you had asked him to. It was very common; he liked to finish everything just to be sure that he wouldn’t be interrupted when he’d be by your sides. You could confess that you liked this side of him and you understood because you’d do the same. It was your job after all.
“Y/N?” You heard the super soldier’s voice behind your door as he knocked softly. That was something you admired in his personality, even if your relationship had already become very intimate, he’d always give you some privacy.
“Come on in,” you chuckled and he closed the door behind him once he had gotten inside. “Hey.” You smiled and he kissed the top of your head tenderly.
“Hi.” Steve sat next to you and appreciated for a second the relaxing message your body gave. “I’m sorry, I’ve been busy… Tony wants to throw another party to celebrate the awaited end our last mission.”
“Why am I not surprised?”
“Well, I wasn’t either,” he laughed and you noticed the way his eyes lingered on your figure. He detailed everything from the way your legs shone with the sun and how adorable you looked with your tablet sitting on your lap as the only earbud you had removed went lying on your chest.
“You mind if I take a photo of you?” He asked and you blinked, unsure. “I want to draw you right now ‘cause I know that when you’re on Netflix, you can’t stay in position.”
“Go ahead.” You smiled and mentally noted how good it felt to finally see him peaceful, having some rest like everyone else. “Like this?” You shifted your weight a little and then moved your legs
“Uh… can you go back to that other position, please?” He looked at you with a hand on his chin and finally stood to take the camera Natasha had offered him. “It was the best angle with the light on your skin.”
"Sure.” You felt the butterflies flying in your stomach and you took back your previous position. “Is it okay now?”
“If you could move your head a bit more on your left.” He zoomed in and you did as you were told. “Yeah, just like that. Thank you, doll.”
After he had resolved some problems with the camera, he eventually held it in front of his eye and captured the smile he had learned to love dearly. As he looked down at the result of his work, he felt his heart beating faster when the same smile he missed when you weren’t around him was showed to him perfectly.
“Am I funny?” He asked, looking up at you through his ridiculously long eyelashes as he heard you giggle.
“I just realized how lucky I am to have you,” you cooed. He came closer to you and leaned to leave a gentle kiss on your lips.
“I fell for you first,” he whispered and you parted your lips to say something before he cut you off. “You know what? I think I have an idea. Wait a minute, I won’t be long!”
“But-” Your desire to protest found no relief as he rushed out of your bedroom. Raising an eyebrow, you tossed the tab on the bed and wondered what he had exactly in mind.
“Here.” Steve walked back inside the room and closed the door. “I’ve found it,” he exclaimed happily with his favorite black marker in hand.
“What are you doing?” You asked as he sat on the chair beside your desk.
“Can I draw on your skin?”
“What?” You scanned his eyes, trying to find some humor inside. “I mean- I… I’m flattered, really, but usually, people draw on papers, you know.”
“I know,” he laughed nervously and shrugged nonchalantly. He would always do this when he was flustered. “Trust me on this one, you’re gonna like it.”
“Uh… all right, I was done with Netflix, anyway. Let’s do this!”
“Come and have a seat.” Steve put a stool in front of his chair and patted the wood. You got comfortable on the furniture as your back faced him and you waited for the next move.
“Take off your shirt, please.” He asked in your ear and you nipped your lower lip between your teeth. You slowly got rid of your favorite material and let it fall at your feet, exposing you in your sports bra.
“Where are you going to draw?”
“Here.” You turned your head to the side as he touched the part of your skin next to the shoulder blade.
Steve kissed your skin slowly, breathing in as if he wanted your scent to intoxicate him. You closed your eyes and a shaky breath slipped through your mouth as his finger roamed over your spine methodically. Your senses tingled your skin as you felt his warm lips trailing light kisses from your shoulder up to the back of your neck.
“Sorry, I wanted to do this first.” By the tone of his voice, you knew he wore this boyish grin on his face.
As a hand encircled your waist, your boyfriend began to move the pen on your skin with all his tenderness. The black marker moved as though it danced slowly on your body. You felt the cold ink giving you sweet chills, contrasting drastically with his smooth and warm hand touching up to your side. As if he knew what went through your mind, Steve leaned to blow some air on the ink and you arched your back unwillingly.
“Your hand is tickling me,” you pointed out and he poked your hip. “Steve!”
“Stay still,” he chuckled and you pressed your lips together. “Have I told you how beautiful you are today?” He asked and you pretended to search your mind.
“I can’t seem to remember.”
“Well, you’re gorgeous, Y/N.”
Your boyfriend remained focused on drawing on your skin another long minute where he strategically altered between sweet nothings and careful caresses. He eventually put the marker down on the desk with a proud smile on his beautiful face and a new excitability.
"Finished!” Steve blew on the fresh ink to dry it and stood up. “You can see it.”
You stood from the stool with an excited beam and Steve took the mirror you always kept in your drawer. As he held it behind your back, showing your shoulder, your head moved over to discover his work.
You gasped silently and brought a hand to your mouth as you took the time to process everything. Steve looked into your eyes with hope each time you read the inscription written on your skin.
I love you… Perfectly written in decorative hand while a small drawing of Captain America’s shield gave this personalized meaning.
“Steve.” You were speechless for a short moment. You thought how ridiculously cute and unexpected from him it was, but you mainly couldn’t contain your feelings anymore.
“So…?” Steve asked, rubbing the back of his neck with a light blush and you turned to face him. You took the mirror from his hands and tipped on your toes. You sealed a passionate and meaningful kiss on his lips as nothing else mattered at this moment.
You’ve built it up as a fear now, multifaceted. The fear of ridicule and rejection being the most predominant.
How can you even tell your closest friends? What the hell would they think of you? Weird, is your main thought right? How can someone at your age love to be tickled? Ugh. The more you think about it the more it actually makes you feel like a weirdo.
You repress your kink and hide it away. Lock it far away. That dirty little secret. The longer it’s hidden though, the more you make yourself believe it’s wrong.
Ok let’s break this down. Tickling is a thing. It happens ALL the time. It’s all around you, in films, on TV and in books. People tickle people to either make them laugh, distract them or embarrass them.
Is that’s what’s holding you back from telling your friends? The embarrassment? No, it’s more than that isn’t it. You’ve attached shame to it.
Think of all the kinks out there that give people pleasure and then think of tickling. How far up the scale of ‘weird’ is it really? You’re not dressing up in full rubber gear, you don’t need to be surrounded by kinky apparatus or need a partner to be dressed as an animal or something crazy.
If you really think about it, it’s pretty low on the scale right? It’s just someone touching you a certain way, and it doesn’t even have to be naked or sexual.
So why have you built it up to be so bad in your mind? Is a real friend going to tell you it’s disgusting? Is a real friend going to tell you to be ashamed of yourself? Who’s going to reject you because you like your feet tickled or if a finger in your belly button pleases you?
It’s a harmless kink, nothing to be ashamed of. I’m not saying broadcast it, but I am saying don’t repress it and let it lose its magic. Confide in a friend, tell your partner. You won’t get tickles if nobody knows!
Be proud of who you are, maybe, just maybe, you may get a friend to invite you round for Tickles And Chill…
Aries Venus- You make me think of passion that lights up a room, and vibrant red roses that ignites life back in your eyes. You remind me of the people that are capable of chasing the person they love across the world, and the idea of love at first sight. The type of love that’ll make your heart race and will give you adventure when your life dulls down.
Taurus Venus- You make me think of candlelight dinners, and skin to skin contact seeping in to warm your soul. You remind me of the boys that’ll keep you safe in their arms, and the girls who surrender their hearts to you. The type of love that’ll take you for who you are and support you through it all.
Gemini Venus- You make me think of phone calls in the middle of the night, and tickle fights. You remind me of the person who’s mind is consumed by the person they love. The person who will talk about you to their friends, as if you light up their life. The type of love that’ll fill you with laughter and pure joy.
Cancer Venus-You make me think of cuddling for hours in bed, and a box full of love letters that warms one’s heart. You remind me of the person who’ll make their love breakfast in bed, and the person who can hold your hand in public and keep you safe. The type of love that’s capable of keeping promises to the very end.
Leo Venus- You make me think of the echo of an “I love you” at the top of a mountain, and admirable eyes proud to call you theirs. You remind me of the people who will shower you with affection, and the person who will be your knight in shining armor. The type of love that surrounds you like fireflies on a lonely night.
Virgo Venus- You make me think of a hidden book full of poetic love notes, yearning to be shared with one special person. You remind me of the person who falls in love with their best friend and is afraid to say anything, the person who is capable of giving you the world. The type of love that can support you when tears are going down your eyes and helplessness is creeping in.
Libra Venus- You make me think of love songs, and gestures of affection adding warmth to someone’s cheek. Your remind me of the person who’ll knock on your door and gift you a bouquet of your favorite flowers. The type of love that gives you harmony in a cold, cold world.
Scorpio Venus- You make me think of hungry kisses and unmade bed sheets. Your remind me of the person who will want to know every part of you, and will still love you wholeheartedly. The love that moves like the currant of the waves, grabbing your attention and consumes you before it’s to late.
Sagittarius Venus- You make me think of sneaking out at night, and arms that’ll spin you around in front of everyone. You remind me of the person who will hold your hand and show you the world. The type of love that’ll give you an excitement, like dancing in the rain.
Capricorn Venus-You make me think of eye contact that seems to never end, having your breath taken away without a word being said. Your remind me of the person who will gift you security and will push you to your very best. The love that won’t give you what you want, but what you need.
Aquarius Venus- You make me think of neon lights that blinks on each time lips meet, and curiosity blinding your eye. You remind me of the person who won’t forget to be your best friend, and someone will push you to be yourself. The love that knows how to love you regardless of what the world may say.
Pisces Venus- You make me think of healing kisses in the rain, and the love that only exist in stories. You remind me of the person who will look at you with dreamy eyes, as if you became their heaven on earth. The type of love that can love you purely and wholeheartedly.
I’ve been a little brat.
You know damn well that I know I have been.
I’m doing it on purpose, silly.
I know it drives you insane.
I know it makes you want to pounce. Why wouldn’t I be a brat?
I see the look in your eye. I pretend I don’t, but I can see that sparkle, that “You’re screwed, little girl” look.
I finally stretch just a liiiiiittle too far, revealing my tummy and underarms, and the inner monster is released.
You know just as well as I do that this is what I hoped for all along. To release the big, bad Ler in you. Your mouth curls up into a sadistic smile.
“We’re going to play a game, little girl.”
My eyes are wide and my face is flushing red.
“You’re going to listen really close, understand? I’m going to destroy you, and the entire time, you have to keep your arms above your head. No bondage. No restraints. Just keep them up. If you don’t, you’ll get it a thousand times worse. Understood?”
The inner monster really has been released. This is a game that will destroy someone as sensitive as me.
I can’t keep my arms up. It’s involuntary. I’ll squeal at the first touch and throw them down. You know this is well as I do.
You’ll give me another chance, just because you love to tease me so horribly.
“Aww is someone ticklish??”
This will destroy me.
Because not only will I get the first little pokes and prods as I pretend to be tough, but the second I lose cognitive control from the butterflies in my tummy and the joyous, uncontrolled laughter falling from my lips, those arms will be down, feebly trying to protect myself.
And that’s when the punishment begins. The flurry of scribbles and squeezes and pokes and prods. This is when I’ll beg and plead, at first for you to stop, but then, when I am thoroughly broken from fingers and feathers and brushes attacking every square inch of my body, all I’ll be able to say is one simple word.
That’s the point of this game. You know it. I know it.
It’s not to see who can win or lose, because we both know I’m about to be wrecked.
No, it’s about that point, where I can’t get enough. Where I can’t control smiling and giggling, even when you aren’t touching me. Where I crave for more. Where my walls are completely broken down, and you can see me. The real me. No acting. Just pure, blissful laughter.
And that moment starts with a simple, blush-inducing sentence.
“Keep your arms above your head.”
(Okay this is my first writing ever so if it’s horrible I’m so sorry. Tell me what you think???)
I took a trip to Walt Disney World this weekend, and thanks to a couple of certain someone’s, spent most of it in a deadly lee mood. This is the result.
- Lines: Easy enough to think of things here right? Maybe stand behind me, whispering teases in my ear, watching me blush and try to keep it together. Or maybe a few pokes and squeezes, asking me what is so funny about waiting in line. - Jungle Safari Ride: As much as I will deny existence, ask me if I think we’ll see any tickle monsters out on our adventure. When I inevitably shake my head, or glare at you in response, remind me that I’m sitting right next to one. - Space Mountain: My favorite ride. So many opportunities to turn my cheeks as red as Mars. “Are all of these stars going to be as ticklish as you?” A couple of pokes when I don’t respond and a small smirk. “You’re right, how silly of me. You’re the most ticklish in the galaxy.” - Character Meets: Especially if it’s any of the prince’s or Peter Pan, talk about how they could make great lers. About how maybe you should get up there and ask them to give you a hand with a lee like me. Bonus points if you don’t stop teasing until I’m begging you not to. - The Tiki Room: Ah the thing that started this all. There’s not much you need to do in here. But to really make things worse, to really drive me mad, sit there with the little smirk that shows me you know what’s being sung in my head. Maybe drum your fingers on the seat, maybe join in for a verse in my ear. I’ll be leaving a puddle regardless. *Bonus: Call me princess, silly, and any other nicknames that melt me in an instance. Even more points if they can be inconspicuously related to tickling.
Fear not, there are many more scenarios I dreamed up in my head this weekend. These are just the beginning. Disney is one of my favorite places to be. Tickling is one of my favorite things to be a part of. So why not put them together?
Can I please have a Jughead fic where Y/n (confident, tough girl) is being playful and making fun of Jugheads real name when they’re at her house and he starts a tickle fight out of revenge being 100% done with her shit, despite thinking it’s adorable.
Fluffy & cute af Jughead imagine where you two have always been best friends and jug has been trying to hide the fact that he’s in love with you until he finally confesses his feelings and so you admit you feel the same way 😊 Love your writing btw x
I couldn’t help but combine these two ideas! I hope you’re both okay with this and I’m sorry it’s so short!!!
“What does that even mean?” You asked while grabbing your phone. Jughead spun around in your desk chair to look at you. You were sitting on your bedroom floor still giggling over how his dad used his full name when she picked him up to come over.. “It doesn’t matter, Y/N, just drop it,” he said turning back to type away at his novel. You let out another adorable giggle that, even though you couldn’t see it, made Jughead smile. “Forsythe Pendleton, it sounds almost royal,” you let out a fake gasp, “Are you a long lost prince?” Jughead turned to look at you while trying to suppress a smile, “Wouldn’t that be interesting, me as a prince.” You let out a laugh, “You don’t have the manners!” He gave you a smile and you typed on your phone.
“According to sevenreflections.com, you are suppose to be kind, hospitable, and friendly,” you let out another laugh. He just rolled his eyes while he looked at his computer screen. The original plan for when he came over to your place was to have you proofread the drafts of his novels. He didn’t bring this up of course, but Jughead also wanted to tell you about how he truly felt about you, his best friend. He had been harboring feelings for you since the 6th grade, and after around four years of hiding, he finally felt confident enough to tell you. Those plans were soon scrapped when you heard his real name. He didn’t mind the teasing, not really, he just had other things on his mind. “I wonder what Pendleton means,” you voice broke him from his thoughts. “Oh this one suits you,” you said getting up to show him the results. You leaned over him, your arm over his shoulders to hold your phone in front of his face.
“You express yourself and your ideas through writings or other forms of art. While you are expressive, you like to keep your feelings to yourself,” you read the first few sentences out loud but Jughead wasn’t listening. He had stopped typing, marveling in your closeness and not hearing a single word. “Sounds like you,” you added and you turned to face him, but only to find his gaze on you. “Uh yeah, sounds like me,” he said quickly, looking back to his computer screen. You walked to your bed and sat against the wall, shutting off your phone. “When you’re done with that chapter, I can read through it.” He nodded and you picked at your nails, somewhat bored. Jughead’s finger were typing so fast, he thought maybe he’d have a cramp. He just wanted to hear you talk again. An idea crawled into his brain and he smiled, “So are you done making fun of my name?” You let out a laugh from where you were seated. “Oh honey, I’ve just started!” He smiled at his screen and listened while you described how a guy with his name should act and how he was the total opposite. “Like I said before, maybe you’re a rich prince,” you paused, smiling widely, “if that’s the case, we should go out sometime.” Jughead fumbled in his typing and hot blushed rose to his cheeks. He thanked God that you couldn’t see the blush, but you must’ve noticed his fingers because you started laughing again. To his surprise you didn’t downplay your proposal with a “I was just kidding, Jug.” No, you didn’t say anything of the sort and a sense of hope flooded over him. He added the finishing touches to his chapter and turned to face you.
“And Jughead Jones the third,” you let out a chuckle, “more like Jughead Jones the turd.” You started laughing, but Jughead couldn’t take it anymore. “That’s it,” he said, standing and darting over to your bed. He leaned over you and proceeded to tickle you. You laughed and screamed, causing Jughead to smile wickedly. “You’re so mean Y/N,” he said, still tickling you, “but not like mean mean, but like annoying five year-old type mean.” This caused you to laugh more, making Jughead laugh as well and loosen up on his tickle attack. You took that to your advantage, grabbing his arms and pulling him down to the bed, where you pinned him.
“You tickle me for revenge, Jones, you get put in time out. Who’s the five year-old now?” He laughed fro underneath you, causing you to smile down at him. “I remember when you were five, Y/N, you haven’t changed a bit.” You raised your eyebrow at him, “Really now, would a five year old have such good taste in choosing you as their best friend?” He stared up at you, taking in your stunning features. “Probably not, kids don’t tend to like me,” he whispered and you smiled down at him. He sat up suddenly, face to face with you as you were straddling his thighs to pin him. “But you like me,” he said, feeling his gut tighten with nerves, “and I was wondering if there was a chance that you,” his confidence wavered as he spoke. “I like you Y/N, more than as a friend.” You looked at him, peering into his green eyes before speaking. “You’re lucky you’re probably a long lost prince,” you said with a smile, “so about that date.” Jughead just smiled at you as you rattled off all of the outlandish things you wanted to do on your first date, that he could afford because of his royal family riches.
He just listened until he couldn’t help himself any longer and pressed a kiss to your cheek. His hand lingered on the other side of your face as he pulled away, using his thumb to stroke your cheek bone. Your expression suddenly grew serious, “Jug, are you sure you want this? I know I’m a handful sometimes and I don’t want you to leave.” His eyebrows knitted together in concern, and he held your face in his hands. “I’ve wanted you for so long Y/N, even though you a total pain in the ass.” You laughed and so did he, but he wanted to you to believe him. He carefully moved in a pressed a soft and short kiss to your lips. “You’re lucky I’m a long lost prince with the patience of a saint.” You let out a loud laugh, “Sure, whatever Forsythe.”
What if one day, Joker and Batman are trapped in what looks like it could very well be the end for the two of them (for arguments sake let's say locked in a freezing room or something) and Joker smiles morosely and says "I never saw it ending like this... but I suppose I never did deserve my perfect ending." Bats asks "What would be a perfect ending for you? Defeating me once and for all?" And Joker just sadly replies "No... I wanted to end up WITH you, in all honesty."
This is a Nanbaka fanfic - The characters and the anime/manga doesn’t belong to me.
A/N: Soo another Nanbaka fanfic from moi. Hopy you all like it ^-^
Summary: The fanfic is based on this prompt but I changed it a little bit, hope you don’t mind :D Warning: This fanfic contains lots of fluff and tickling
“Do you really think the girls will
like you better when you pull the emo-card? Because they will like me
more anyway but maybe tryout a kind smile. Girls like smiles. And
Money, girls loves when you have mone-”
One hundred eleven years back, on this day, Nora Barnacle and James Joyce first met. The jejune jesuit took the day, churned it, imbedded it with so many literary shout outs and hat tips that, years later, he boasted that critics would be arguing about Ulyssesfor the next 100 years.
BTS Reacts - Skinship & Having A Platonic Crush On You
Min Yoongi: He used to be bothered by your brushes against his skin, unsure of what to think of your forwardness. The closer you got to each other, the less he seemed to mind - now, he almost expects you to initiate physical contact when he sees you. Of course, he’s going to keep acting like your bubbly demeanor doesn’t affect him, but the moment you put your hands on his body, he’d burst into a wide grin, squirming away from you. He doesn’t know when or how it happened, but somewhere along the road, he found himself wanting to be in your presence more. Maybe it’s the skinship, maybe he’s gone mad - maybe it’s the fact that he’s actually found immense happiness in your platonic relationship.
“Yah, pabo! If you keep tickling me, I’m going to actually murder you - unless you take me out to dinner later.” ( Yoongi flinches when you poke his sides once more. )
Kim Namjoon: Just before an interview with a web-zine, you’re massaging the knots in Namjoon’s shoulder-blades, easing the tension in his muscles. He doesn’t mind that your hands are down the back of shirt - he’s known you for the longest time, he’s comfortable with you touching him. Even though you’re relatively handsy with him, he holds only a platonic admiration for you, as you do likewise, for him. He finds this change of pace refreshing - there’s no rules saying that two souls meant for each other have to be romantically involved. He’s loving his friendship with you, and he doesn’t care that it’s not sexual at all. When the interviewer asks him a painstakingly commonplace question, he laughs, throwing a glance your way while replying:
“If I had a dollar for every time someone’s asked me that question. No, we’re not dating.” ( You’re always seen together, though? ) “They’re my best friend. Why wouldn’t I want to be with them, every moment that I possibly can?”
Jung Hoseok: It’s not routine of you if you don’t start some sort of bear-hug war or tickle fight with Jung Hoseok. When you see him enter the room, you scramble up to him and tackle his body, running your hands wildly across his stomach. He bounces back in retort, yelling at the top of his lungs. He sees you as a bright ray of sunshine - he adores your energy and passion when it comes to your physical affection toward his being. The electricity in your excitable skinship with Hoseok sparks a fire in him that he craves on a daily basis. If it’s even possible, he wishes he could get married to you out of friendship, so you’d always be around to keep him spirited. When you’re out of the picture, Yoongi asks Hobi if the both of you are more than just friends.
“Huh!? N-No, we’re not like that at all! We’re just… really playful with each other, is that so bad?”
Kim Seokjin: Seokjin loves how open you are with your skinship. He wants to spend all day with you, talking about anything and everything while you caress his upper arm. Your doting touches make him feel safe; his presence appreciated, so he’s eager to open up to you about the worries in his life that he’s learned to hide so well. You’ve pulled him into a world where he can be completely as ease with himself, and he wants to be with you as much as he can because of that. He’s developed a non-romantic infatuation with you, he truly wants to be by your side whenever he can, whether it’s for yours or his emotional support. He’s savoring the strokes of your fingers on his hand, when he gets the urge to address an important issue:
“____________-ah…. I hope you’re not bothered by all these dating rumours about us. I know we’re not lovers, but I can’t let go of you just because people want us apart.”
Jeon Jungkook: You almost zoom past the recording studio without hesitation - but you stop in your tracks as soon as you see one slumbering Jeon Jungkook in front of his laptop. You sneak in, and as soon as you reach him, you tickle the skin under his chin. Kook is fond of you caressing him; he sees it as a sign of warmth from you. Jungkook’s never thought about how lovey-dovey the two of you may seem, because the two of you naturally worked best as inseparable friends, and that’s all he saw in your relationship with him. It is chaste and pure. When he feels lonely and ignored, he knows he can turn to you, his one and only platonic crush. A cheeky smile emerges on his face as he takes your fingers and pulls them away from him.
“Aish, why is it that I can never sleep peacefully with you around!?”
Kim Taehyung: You’re casually scratching the skin beneath the lump in his throat, lining the curve of his neck with your index finger. He is unfazed by your seemingly intimate advances; he knows it’s platonic. Your friendship with him runs so deep, that you’d both be comfortable sleeping in the same bed with nothing but undergarments on, and not feel any awkwardness when doing so. Taehyung personally likes it when you touch him, he’d do the same to you if not for the thousands of eyes on his every move. Because of you, he can’t go a day without seeing you, not having your fingers on his skin. He just wants to be with you all the time, and he has you to blame for it; his partner in crime. Hoseok calls the two of you out on your closeness:
“You two need to cut it out - you’re going to start dating rumours!” ( You stare at each other before Taehyung jokingly speaks, winking at you before suppressing his laughs. ) “Us? Dating? Hey, should we call each other ‘jagi’ now, to mess with people?”
Park Jimin: A boy that’s absolutely taken by you. He’s never had a friend he’s able to relate to as much as you have. You smack his cheeks with both your hands, squeezing them, making his lips pucker like a duck. Normally, he’d get annoyed by your blatant touches, but lately, he relishes it - especially when you flick at his earlobes to tick him off, or when you wring your arm around his strong neck and nuzzle your face into it. People often mistake your friendship for romance, and they’re not exactly wrong - after all, he does love you - everything you do, everything you are, everything you stand for. You’re everything to him; it’s clear as day in his eyes. He realized that when Namjoon had asked him about his relationship with you.
“Me and ____________? We’re just friends - best friends - but there’s no way I can imagine my life without them in it.”
Phew, this one was actually really hard to do! I was stumped for quite awhile, but I hope it turned out okay for you, anon. Enjoy this react! <3
So Ginny ( @otomiya-tickles ) and I decided to make a little collab for Valentine’s day featuring our Mystic Messenger boys: Jumin Han and Zen. I hope you guys enjoy this. As always, i loved to collaborate with Ginny again ♥ Thank you so much, dear!! I love you ♥♥
Summary: Zen’s a romantic dork and Jumin is flustered.
Words: 2,419 (under the cute because reasons)
Jumin let out a long sigh, breathing in the fresh air and relieved to finally step outside after a busy working day. He nodded at Jaehee as a goodbye and strode towards his car, taking out his phone to see what was up with his oh so lovely Valentine’s plans with his lover.
“So did you make the reservations for that restaurant you like?”
He sat down in his car and was about to murmur the directions to his driver when Zen replied.
“No, come home ;)”
Jumin wasn’t sure what to think of that, but alright. He wasn’t really up for having a mushy Valentine’s dinner at an overcrowded restaurant anyway. Smiling, he replied to Zen’s text and told his driver to just drive him home.
Even with his always relaxing demeanor, he couldn’t stop feeling a bit giddy inside, after all, this was the first Valentine’s day he gets to spend with Zen. Actually, this is the first Valentine’s day he gets to spend with anyone. Smoothing down his tie, (and trying to calm down the fluttering feeling on his chest), he crossed his legs and let out another long sigh, impatience growing inside him, the way back home never felt so long.
After endless minutes of waiting, Driver Kim finally parked outside the building. Jumin got out of the car and with long steps made his way to the elevator and up to the penthouse. He stood outside of the door for two minutes straight, his heart was beating slightly faster than normal and he felt his hands shaking softly.
Zen was doing strange things to him. How do you even celebrate Valentine’s day? Eating commoner food? Chocolate? Maybe cuddling on the sofa? Those are things they usually do when Jumin has a day off from work, so what’s so new and good about this day out of the others? Most importantly, why is he so excited to see what’s behind this door?
Taking a deep breath, he wrapped his long fingers around the doorknob and turned it around. He didn’t realize he closed his eyes until he took two steps inside the apartment, opening them slowly until they were wide open. His cheeks got warm and he knew he was blushing out of his mind when he saw a path of rose petals and white aromatic vanilla candles guiding him out of the living room to the left, towards, he supposed, the master room.
He kicked out his shoes and thought about not stepping into the petals, but they were there for some reason, right? He closed his eyes for a moment and sighed. Wasn’t Zen taking this too far?
“Zen?” he called out, walking further as he followed the trail of rose petals with his eyes. He cringed when he heard the sound of romantic piano music. Did he really want to go in there? -he wondered as he neared the end of the petal trail; his bedroom.
Standing in front of the door, he gathered his courage. This was most likely just Zen trolling him. He probably couldn’t be any more ready for what was behind this door. What, a naked Zen with a rose between his teeth, sprawled on top of his bed? Or maybe Zen wrapped up embarrassingly with a red ribbon, to seduce him for a hell of a night? This couldn’t get more embarrassing. And here he was, thinking of cuddling on the sofa. He cleared his throat and stepped into his bedroom.
“Zen, if you even think about-” he gasped loudly when he was grabbed from behind, his vision suddenly disappearing.
“Welcome home,” he heard Zen mumble into his ear, and his breath hitched. Now blindfolded, Jumin was pushed forward in the direction of their bed. The soothing smell of food reached to him, and Jumin felt his stomach growl. What, eat in his bedroom? Nonono.
“This is Mr. Valentine, and today, I’m in charge,” Zen said, pushing Jumin the last bit forwards until his knees touched the bed and he toppled forward on top of it.