#plus it sets the vibes for the drawing >:)

[cimmerian1275]

"Falling feels a little like your flying" - Song

WOOO I DID IT!! Trying to figure out how the show drew those portals was An Experience, whew.

And a close up ✨

My brother helped with the pose again <3 hes great with being my model so i can take photos and learn how to draw humans/humanoids.

And bc of him i have a ton of references with cool dynamic poses just sitting in my folder for stuff like this 👀

[bigtreefest]

Should I have told you guys I’m going to a gala tonight? It’s going to be filled with many lawyers and posh donors…. Gonna play ‘spot the mob boss’ with myself during cocktail hour…

[heartbeetz]

My "every version of Anton is the most handsome man ever" post does Not include silly live action Anton. Sorry. Very funny when they post behind the scenes stuff for those videos, though. Who is this skinny white boy...

(it's the lead dev btw. cosplaying his oc.)

[iamactuallysocute]

Abby: *Offering to "get it out of his system"*

Romance: *Moaning like a slut when Mystery bites him and making no moves to stop it*

Abby: *Describing in great detail how Baby jacks his ween*

Romance: *Knows everything about Baby's ween jacking porno material??*

Do the boys bat for both teams with eachother? Or do they just have a very "It's not gay to kiss your homies" mindset?

Like, I imagine it aint easy to get pussy, and they sometimes give off the vibe of "frat house bros who jack it in the same room/jack each other but it's totally not gay because they don't touch tips and are wearing socks" kinda vibe

(Not a bad thing by the way, i think their antics are fitting and hilarious either way, and i always love when Saja poly includes the actual dynamics between the boys and not just between them and the reader)

I have the vibe in mind but have no title for it.

Under the cut bc suggestive

Romance would gladly get dicked down by any of them but he’s not actually attracted. Like he doesn’t have a crush or anything, just really flirty by nature. I’m not saying he doesn’t have fantasies, but I think you get my point.

Abby is kinda the same, but he’s more of a “okay bro if u insist” vibe if, say, one of them made a move on him. And that “one of them” is only Romance tbh.

Baby absolutely not. He’s a prick and rolls his eyes when the others are acting gay. Would set Romance’s hair on fire if the pink-haired fuckass made a move on him.

Mystery doesn’t really care about the others like that. It’s fun to beat Abby up. It’s fun when Romance moans mid fight. It’s fun watching Baby trip Jinu but beyond that, it’s not a big deal to him.

Jinu is annoyed at this point. Sure, it’s intimate in a friendly way when Abby leans on him or Romance cuddles up to him, but he either lets them without a care in the world or just pushes them off. 50/50. They’re here to get his memories erased, not to make out.

They do know Abby’s jacked and yeah, they check him out but that’s it. They know Romance is crazy good in bed but are simply not interested in the idea. They know making a comment on Baby’s lollipop sucking skills will get them a few broken fingers, Romance learned the hard way.

And all that said, my main point: they lost their boundaries. They lost their boundaries because they’ve lived hundreds of years. Years of torture, trauma, and just living for centuries have chipped away at whatever social lines they used to draw. Plus they’re boys, all of them different and that makes them complement each other. They know each other well enough not to care about walking in on one of them jerking off or flipping through a porn magazine—and they’d probably join in on the second option too. Not in love, not fucking each other, just dgaf.

The only one who’s actually into the idea of at least one try with the others is Romance, but just again, it’s his nature. He’d fuck Jinu, sure. He’d fuck Rumi. He’d fuck random demons. He’d fuck your mom. He’d fuck the wall. I want you to think about any historical figure who lived between now and around 1600. Yeah he’d fuck them too. Probably did.

Y’all will see waaaay more of this in the next part though.

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

⋆⭒˚.⋆ Self-On Kode with Jeno ⋆⭒˚.⋆

idol!Jeno x f!idol!reader

summary: there's no way that the boy in the picture you've been sent is the same boy that was your best friend almost a decade ago... right?

(cw: f!reader, idol!reader)

a/n: I am not currently accepting any new self-on kode requests

divider from adornedwithlight <3

To say you were nervous was an understatement. This was your first ever official talk show interview after a long needed hiatus. You had been in the public spotlight for years now with only a few shorts in between. There was no nearly enough time off to make up for the long days and even longer nights. Now though, you felt extremely well rested and very ready to promote your new album.

With the go ahead from the staff you smiled brightly at the camera, kicking on your charisma. You wiggle your fingers in a wave, "hello there, I bet you've missed me, huh? Today I will be messaging a stranger and I'll have to try to figure out who it is."

While your music kicked on and you bopped your head to the song, Jeno walked onto the set, settling into the pink armchair with his usual eye smile at the camera. "Hello again, I am Jeno from NCT Dream," he bows his head softly before mumbling to himself, "I hope this is better than last time."

He looks at the staff directly, eyes wide with nervous curiosity, "it's not Chenle this time right? This time it's real?" The staff nod while laughing and he relaxes into the plush chair and types out the first message, a simple hello.

You read the message and type out your response. The conversation continues for a while, simple small talk as each of you try to sus each other out. You know that he's very inquisitive, every other message is a question, and he seems young since he uses slang and understands your jokes.

Then comes the first prompt, send your most recent food orders you slowly raise your gaze from your screen to the camera. "This is not going to be very exciting on my end," you warn before taking the screen shot and sending it to your partner.

You study the screenshot sent your way, making conversation about the various dishes and complimenting their taste. Then it comes, Jeno's brows furrow, mumbling to himself, "am I seeing this right?"

His finger tap against his screen quickly, "you haven't ordered any food in three months?"

You purse your lips as you reply, "I just spent a long break at home with my family. I don't want to eat out when my mom and grandma are cooking for me anyway."

Jeno hums in agreement, replying, "that makes sense. If I was home I don't think I'd eat out much either."

From that point on the conversation continues and it feels easier. You're still not sure exactly who you're texting but you just get the vibe that it's a younger guy, maybe even someone your age.

Finally after silly would you rathers and stupid conversations, the interview is coming to an end with an exchange of childhood pictures and your drawing of your partner.

You send a picture of yourself as a toddler, the bowl cut style on your head makes it impossible to determine your gender and it's an old enough picture that it doesn't look too much like you now. Plus, it's only half the picture, even harder to figure out who you are.

Jeno sighs as he looks at the screen, he's not a good artist, drawing isn't his thing, not even close. He sends off his picture without a second thought and gets to work doodling and writing captions or ideas when he doesn't trust his drawing skills. He grumbles to himself as he tries his best to create a drawing or as close as he can get to a drawing as he can.

But on the other side of the wall you sit, staring at the image. Something about it just seems so... familiar. The picture is half of a little boy, he has one hand holding up a thumbs up, his eyes nearly closed with how big his smile is, and someone else's arm thrown over his shoulder pinching his cheek. Why does this picture of a random half a little boy seem so familiar?

Your phone buzzed multiple times, but you can't tear your eyes away from the picture, forcing your brain to work twice as hard to try to place the image.

Jeno stares at his phone with pure confusion. His fingers tap over the keyboard, "hello? Are you there? Hellooooo? Are you in the bathroom? Is this another prank?"

You shake your head, ignoring the prompt and the drawing sent your way. It's a bad drawing anyway. You reply, "send me the whole picture."

Jeno looks at the staff with wide eyes, "huh? Is that allowed?" The staff shrug, trying to seem nonchalant so he sends the full picture your way, waiting for your response with pure curiosity.

On your end you gasp. You know why the picture looks so familiar. The bracelet hanging off the second person's wrist, the house in the backyard, the young kid in the picture. You look at the camera, "it's Jeno!"

Lee Jeno. You hadn't seen or heard from him in years. He had been both your neighbor and your best friend when you were a kid but sometime around 11 or 12 years old he moved away and you lost touch. He had started training for SM and a year later you started training for another company. At that point you didn't really even have time to think about him since you were so busy with your own career. You had seen his debut and kept up with every comeback as a silent fan. Jeno had been your best friend, of course you were going to support him.

You never felt the need to share that you knew the Lee Jeno from NCT Dream. Fans could be crazy with the little amount of information you already shared and you didn't want to deal with any unnecessary haters for simple having a friend when you were a child. Plus, the topic simply never came up. Interviewers didn't ask about your childhood friends, they didn't ask about former neighbors, or any other idols that you might know. It was easy to hide, but not now.

Instead of waiting for the countdown from the staff, you pulled out your earbuds and left your phone on the seat and walked toward the blue half of the set. His eyes look up, you can see it in his eyes that he recognizes you and then warmth floods his face as he jumps from his chair and hugs you tightly. He laughs with disbelief, "it's you!"

You laugh, tightening your arms around him while the staff all coo and aww behind the camera. The hug lasts much longer than what is shown in the video and the editors thankfully cut the scenes where you cry happy tears.

You and Jeno sit side by side at a high top table, listening to the staff ask you both to share your story. You laugh, "Jeno and I were neighbors and best friends growing up. Our moms were best friends after his family moved in a few houses away since they both had babies about the same age and after that Jeno and I became best friends too. We went to school together, we had play dates, we had dinner at each other's houses almost every night. He was my best friend."

Jeno smiles at you, finding it hard to turn his attention back to the camera when you're sitting beside him looking so happy as much more mature than you did over a decade ago. Did the crush he had on you just reignite? He shakes his head, refocusing himself, "yeah, but then I started training and we lost touch. I guess we never thought to exchange information. Every time I went home during breaks you were gone and vice versa. It is very good to see you again, though."

Jeno bumps your shoulder with his own, "so, what about the picture gave it away?"

You deadpan, "Jeno, it's my hand squeezing your cheek and it's in front of my house."

Jeno flushes, nodding awkwardly, "...right."

You laugh and the two of you finally get the opportunity to catch up, for a little too long. You know that over half of this conversation will be cut. You talk about your moms, how his life is going, your newest comeback and childhood memories.

Finally, the staff have the heart to interrupt you both and instruct you both to take the picture. Instead of the usual selfie, you and Jeno ask one of the staff to take the picture for you. Jeno has to bend his knees to match your height as he rests his head on your shoulder, holding his thumb up while your fingers lightly squeeze his cheek. You both have matching bright smiles on your faces as the screen fades to the closing screen with a side by side of your full childhood picture together and the remake.

It's no surprise that a few months later you and Jeno are seen together more and more. He mentions you in lives and in vlogs and you do the same. It's a year or so later when your companies finally confirm that you're both dating, but your fans didn't need the confirmation. It was made abundantly clear that you and Jeno knew each other better than anyone else.

[madamechrissy]

=͟͟͞♡ Healing Hearts =͟͟͞♡

=͟͟͞♡ Pairings:-Doctor Gojo x Intern F!Reader

=͟͟͞♡ Contents/warnings- Medical procedures, crazy sexual tension, lots of cussing, light angst, tons of humor, workplace relationship, the hospital is lowkey slutty lol. Reader 26, Dr. Gojo 34, small age gap- Grey's vibes ✨️

=͟͟͞♡ Word Count- this chap- 7.5k

=͟͟͞♡ Summary- You are the top Surgical Doctor intern, along with Maki, Yuta and Toge. You all are exhausted from passing the first month, sixteen plus hour days, days you don't even go home, all to get a top spot with the star Surgeon, Dr. Gojo, your resident doctor and boss. Or as you call him, Dr. Hojo. He's takes nothing serious but his surgeries it seems, and has a reputation for being a player, but he has that top spot, so you want to prove your worth! You just have to ignore those stupid butterflies he gives you, and those pretty blue eyes, along with his interest in you, and focus!

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=͟͟͞♡ Part One =͟͟͞♡ Playlist =͟͟͞♡ Masterlist Part Three

♡ Part Two ♡

“Doctor, you should call it. The time of death.” Comes Miwa’s voice, soft and sweet, as you’re pumping your hands tirelessly over this woman’s chest.

The woman had a damn baby right in the hospital nursery, having had a placental abruption, they had gotten the baby out in time on the maternity ward, but then she lost too much blood, and they’d brought her here. You've pumped countless times, your elbows are locked, your arms are aching, there are tears sticking to your cheeks that you don’t know where they came from.

You’re counting, one, two, three… to thirty, then scowl up at the nurse assistant now. “She’s not dead yet, now do the breaths!”

The assistant squeezes the blue bottle, frowning at you in concern. “It’s been three minutes, the patient is likely gone.”

“Don’t tell me to just give up on her. I won’t. Charge em up.” You turn and say to Miwa now, and she sighs. “I said…” You’re pumping so hard you feel her ribcage just barely crack, but you can’t stop, she’s flat lined and she has a damn baby. “I said charge them. Thirty joules! C’mon, Yula…”

The patient’s name was Yula, her name was Yula.

You keep repeating it to yourself as you work over her, hopelessly staring at the screen, praying to see a blip, to see anything. You’ve already had to call time of death for patients, but something in this got you, in knowing that the baby wouldn’t even know her own mother. In knowing that she got here just in time to save her baby, only to fall unconscious.

You’re nearing four minutes, you realize with a panic, and you notice Miwa has not charged the paddles. “Doctor, you should-”

“Are you telling your doctor what to do?” You demand, breathless, and she pouts then, thin brows drawing together.

“If she says charge them, fucking charge them. Thirty joules, now.” Comes Doctor Gojo’s voice, deep and stern, as he steps into the room, glaring over at Miwa, who now suddenly decides that she will charge the paddles. You’d roll your eyes if you weren’t compressing over and over on Yula, exhaustion already setting in.

“Thank you, Dr. Gojo.” You manage, trembling with your effort, and he gently pushes you out of the way, you shake out your numb arms.

“You get the paddles, intern, okay. How long?” He asks.

“Almost four minutes, Gojo, she's crazy!” Miwa says. Your jaw clenches.

“Did I ask you anything?” He demands then, and the room goes silent, Gojo looks right at you, seriously, when you get the paddles and then he moves his hands, as you shock Yula’s chest now.

A blip.

“Please, please…” You whisper, choking up, and then the blip dies off. “She just had two blood transfusions, we need to-”

“Doctor, she’s been at it too long.” Miwa says. “She’s going to have no brain function if we go one more minute.”

“So we give her one more minute!” You shout at her, you never shout, you never break this composure you try to have, but you’re exhausted, weak, thank god Gojo’s pumping over her, his strong arms working faster than even you could.

“Hey, intern, look at me.” You look at Gojo then, at his pretty face as he’s working over her, his white hair falling over his forehead, he nods at the paddles. “Just breathe, yeah? Charge them to forty five.”

“Yes, Sir.” You manage, taking a breath, then you open your eyes, and look at the screen one more time, taking the defibrillator paddles, and shocking her chest, her entire body jolts. The room is dead silent, then you hear it, a heartbeat, a pulse on that machine, a steady beep… beep… beep…

You start sobbing in relief, uncaring what anyone thought at that moment. Doctor Gojo checks for signs of brain activity, rubbing her throat then, feeling her pulse. He grins at you, brightening that room with those glinting white teeth. He gestures for you to come over now, as Yula barely opens her eyes, gasping for breath then, leaning up on her elbows.

“What… where’s my baby?” She whispers, her lips are blue, but she’s talking, cognizant, aware. You feel chills through your body, goosebumps you rub gingerly with sore arms.

The first thing she asks, her baby. She’s gonna be a damn good mom, and she gets to be a mom. You push back thoughts of your own mom, taking a breath to finally speak.

“Your baby is nice and healthy, she’s strong. Like her mom.” You say softly, holding her hand delicately in your own, the nurses are unhooking her from the plugs in the wall, wrapping tubes and wires now, so that they can take her to get checked on Doctor Gojo’s orders.

“Oh thank goodness, oh…” She’s blinking tears now, and she looks to Doctor Gojo, who is smiling softly at her.

“She saved your life.” Gojo says, and you shake your head.

“He did, truly.”

“Well, a little, but mostly her.” He nudges you a bit playfully, and she’s smiling, holding her hands out to both of you.

“Thank you both so, so much. Thank you.” The nurses who all were not listening are quiet now, but you don’t blame them, many of them have done this for years, and you were new.

But something feels so good knowing she is okay, that she will live to see her baby, a fucking rush knowing you saved her, that Doctor Gojo had helped you, despite you going against certain protocol. You look up at him now, and his lips part as he studies you, seriously.

“We will get you to some tests, then you can hold your baby. How’s that sound, Miss Yula?” Satoru says, turning his attention to her, and she nods, grinning so big. She’s pale, she looks weak, but she’s strong and she’s alive.

“Thank you both so much. I can’t wait to meet my baby! Was it a…” Your heart pounds now, realizing she didn’t even see the baby yet.

“It’s a boy. You will see him very soon.” They wheel her away, Miwa is about to leave when Gojo pauses her.

“You will not do that again, I don’t care if she’s new, she is your doctor. Do you understand?” He asks, he’s quiet, so no one hears, and she is blinking back tears now, lip trembling.

“You’re being mean to me.” You try not to scoff, acting like you can’t hear a thing she says, Satoru doesn’t hide his scoff.

“Mean? It’s lives we’re talking about, not personal things.” He says, dropping his voice even quieter, as you work on putting in orders for medicines for Yula, you pretend you don’t hear, but something in you is curious.

“She’s insane.”

Ouch.

“She’s my best intern, and I like insane.” You can’t lie about how elated you are when you hear him. Doctor Gojo might come off as silly, or goofy, but he was the best, and the praise meant so much, even if insane may not be a compliment, from him it seemed like one. “How many times have I pulled a stunt like that?”

“You’re Doctor Gojo.”

“She went through the same schooling, she earned her place here. I am disappointed. I’ll have to assign you elsewhere if you keep on with it, you’ve repeatedly not listened to her. Understood?”

She looks at you, then looks down, nodding. “I get it, fine… but, can I see you later?” Her voice drops another octave, just a breath really.

“I’m busy today, but just know I’m not mad at you, okay? Just you need to trust her judgment, I only brought the best here.” He has his hands on her shoulders gently, she nods, then walks by you.

“I’m sorry. I’ve just seen… a lot of situations where that doesn’t work.” She says, and you shake your head.

“It’s okay, I am kind of batshit crazy to keep going so long. I think I really… because of the baby…”

“I understand. I’ll trust you next time.” She whispers, giving you a little hug now, surprising you. “You saved her.”

“Thank you, Miwa.” You give her a little smile as she leaves, and it’s just you and Satoru now, as the heavy hospital door slams shut. Satoru has his hands in the pockets of his white lab coat, leaning against the counter of the hospital room, looking at you. “I know, I know… I was reckless.”

“Completely reckless, and honestly she’s right. You’re insane.” He says, you flush then, looking down.

“Is this going to fuck up my chance to scrub in? I’m so sorry-”

“Why did you go so hard?” He’s suddenly right in front of you, the pounding of adrenaline racing through your body makes you overheated, lightheaded, to the point you feel a little dizzy.

“She just had that baby, Satoru. Fuck… Gojo. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t mind.” He brushes your hair back, it’s fallen out of its bun. “You want me to fix your hair?”

“You don’t have to-”

“I asked if you wanted me to.” You nod then, turning, and Satoru is taking your hair out of your bun now, gathering it gently. “So you wanted to try insane shit because she had a baby?”

“Yes. Sorry I’m such a mess.”

“You just gave four hundred compressions, you should be a mess. Now, is it just because you love babies so much?” He asks, long fingers massaging your scalp, you can’t help but shut your eyes. It feels so good.

“I do love babies, but no. My mother died having me, from the same thing, placental abruption. I was in the NICU for a long, long time. My dad had to care for me alone, poor guy had no clue what to do. I snapped, honestly, it wasn’t professional in any way, Gojo.”

He’s quiet, as he fixes your hair back up, now his big, sure hands are massaging your sore arms, you exhale, tilting your neck side to side. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I never knew her. All I have are stories, I never even got held in her arms, just like Yula’s baby would have been.” Your voice is hoarse, your body is tired, you feel his gentle touch and crave more of it.

“You call your patients their names, not ‘patient’.”

“Yes. They have names, we should use them. Don’t you?”

“I do. But… you know that you are letting your emotions guide you, rather than your brain.”

“I’m so sorry-”

“I like that.”

“What now!?” You turn to look at him in shock, and he’s very serious, more serious than you’re used to seeing him. Even in surgery, his confidence carried over, and he could crack jokes as you would watch him through the glass. You were always amazed by that, the confidence, the skill, the ability to laugh even.

“I like that you said fuck protocol and tried your best to save someone, shit that’s why I’m as good at what I do as I am. I said fuck all these rules. Sometimes saving someone means trusting your gut.” He’s tilting your chin up, and for some insane moment you want to kiss him, is it the adrenaline, is it his praise, is it your heart racing so much you’re stupid?

You eye his plush lips, barely registering his words.

“You like that I’m too emotional? Isn’t that the opposite of what I’m supposed to be as a doctor?” You whisper, and he shakes his head then, leaning close.

“You’re unique, special. I find you intriguing actually, and exactly what I want in an intern. I’ll have to cover for your ass though with Yaga.”

“Ugh, I know.” You sigh now. “You’re about to take over as chief of surgery, aren’t you? I don’t want to fuck anything up.”

“Nah, no worries there, I have been getting away with shit for eight years. I’m the best so they do whatever the fuck I want to keep me.” He smirks, and you smile up at him, enjoying the close proximity far too much. “You owe me.”

“Anything! Oh, nothing pervy.”

His lips quirk up. “How dare you assume.”

“Well, Miwa is probably upset, you may not get a bj.” He snorts then, dropping your chin and rolling his pretty blue eyes.

“She absolutely was in the wrong to question you, and she knows. As for… well we don’t have a relationship, I don’t really date.”

You raise a brow curiously. “You just fuck?”

“Lots of fucking.” You snort, shaking your head.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“You should try it, you’re too stiff, you should loosen up.”

“Bet you- actually, you know what, no. I’m too happy to argue. Maybe I should go relieve some stress, shit.” Gojo laughs again, and you giggle now. “I’m losing my mind at this career.”

“That’s what good doctors do.” He taps your nose.

“Why do you do that?” You ask curiously.

“You’re cute when it scrunches up. Now, I want you to go out to eat with me sometime, that’s all I ask.” You sigh, tilting your head.

“Why, you’re Dr. Hojo, you can have anyone go out to eat with you, and do much more than I would, I’m sure.”

“Maybe I just wanna know what makes you tick, intern. Especially now that I saw you in action like that.” You nervously bite your lip, as you think of just being around him outside of this hospital, what would that even be like?

“Sure, we can go out to eat some time. Are you going to the party tomorrow?” You ask, and he nods.

“I’ll be there to make it fun. Now, you go put in your notes, I’ll go mitigate this with Yaga before it blows up.” He gently rubs your shoulder, walking past you now towards the door.

“Doctor Gojo?” He turns then. “Thank you, so much.”

Satoru smiles at you, nodding his head a bit. “You’re welcome intern, you owe me though, I’ll be annoying you about it.”

“Can’t wait.” You tease, he chuckles as he walks by, you nearly collapse, so overwhelmed, plopping down into the rolling chair and covering your face.

You saved someone. That eclipses it all, this is what you wanted to do, always, to save people, like your mom that day. No, not everyone is going to get saved, but if you can just do your fucking best, you feel good. You look at your watch, only one hour left of this insane day.

The night of the party

You’re rushing to get out of the hospital, to hurry and get to the party Maki, Yuta and Toge have started without you. You brought party clothes with you, so you quickly change into the outfit, a slinky little red dress that glitters even under the icky fluorescent lights above. You run over to the mirror, slathering on some concealer, mascara, and lip gloss.

You then dig through your bag, retrieving a brush, running it through your hair and attempting to look human, to look…

“Damn, intern, you look hot.” Gojo’s voice comes behind you, you gasp, jerking and dropping the brush, it clatters to the floor. He smirks at you.

“You scared me, shit!” He bends down, grabbing your brush, and for a moment his breath hits your bare thighs, you tremble as he looks up at your bare legs, taking his time to stand.

“Nice stems.” He says, you roll your eyes, snatching up the brush.

“Oh hush.” You turn, running it through your hair once more, peering at Gojo’s reflection, feeling how small you are compared to him in that mirror. “You bringing Miwa to the party?”

“She’ll be there I’m sure, but I told you, we aren’t dating. One blow job doesn’t make a girlfriend.”

“Only one, hmm? You have more stones to collect.” He chuckles, shaking his head, you turn then, slinging your bag over your shoulder, far too close to him. “God, you always smell good.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing!” You panic, shoving past him, and he is grinning far too big now, taking off his white lab coat, revealing those strong muscles, veins popping out under the pale skin, and since when are veins attractive!?

Everything about him is.

Be immune to the charm.

“I wanna show you something before you go, can you wait just a second? Or so eager to get to the party?” He asks, going to his locker, sliding off his shirt, your throat goes dry, you look quickly away.

“Just eager to make sure they don’t destroy my house.”

“Are you giving me a tour of your room?”

“No infinity stones to be found here.” He snorts, you look back and see him in his boxers, looking away again.

“All right, I’m decent. You’re cute when you blush.”

“I’m just… overheated.”

“Uh huh.” You look to see him now, as he shuts his locker and he’s wearing a dark blue dress shirt, black slacks and boots, he runs a brush through his hair, you’re entranced as his silky strands slide through so effortlessly. “There, all done, how do I look?”

“You look good, Gojo. You always do though.”

“Sure do.” You can’t help but laugh, he’s ridiculous. He grabs his wallet, shoving it in his pocket, holding out a hand. You look at it. “Come on.”

“Oh, fine. It better be good I’m already running late.” You put your hand in his, and he drags you down several halls, until you’re both in an elevator, still holding hands, you pull yours away, glaring at him. “I’m not gonna fuck you, Gojo.”

“Ouch, you wound me, mean little intern.” He puts a hand on his chest. “I’m so offended, I didn’t say that to you!”

“You fuck whoever, and that’s cool, I get it. You’re hot, and this job is stressful as shit.”

“You think I’m hot, hmm?” He leans close, far too close, you glare at him again, pushing on his chest, ignoring how good his muscles feel under your palms.

“You know you are.”

“Yeah, I do. And of course I wanna fuck you, look at you. But I also just want to… get to know you.” He cups your face, and your eyes shut for just a moment. “I know you’re a goodie goodie.”

“Am not.”

“So you’re freaky?”

“You won’t find out.”

“Oh no?”

“Nope.” He leans closer, and your chin tilts up, lips just a breath from him, so close you taste his sweet breath.

“Then why do you look like you wanna kiss me so bad, intern?” He murmurs, you lean even closer, before the elevator stops, and you step back, struggling to compose yourself, turning away. “Aw, you okay?”

“Fuck you, Dr. Hojo.”

He laughs once more. “Come on, I’ll stop teasing.”

“You’re such an ass.” You huff, stomping out, then pausing when you realize where you are. “The maternity ward?”

He smiles, hand now gently holding your inner arm, you ignore how good his hand feels on your bare skin. “I think you should see something.”

Soon he’s led you to a room, then you see them.

Yula holding her little baby.

“Oh my god.” You smile up at him, he studies you carefully, nodding over to where they’re sitting in the hospital bed.

“Go say hi, you deserve it.” His hand is at the small of your back, as you walk inside the room, Gojo stays at the doorway, watching you. Yula lights up when she sees you, grinning so big.

“You downplayed what you did, everyone is calling you a miracle worker, Doctor.” She says to you, you shake your head, stopping in front of them, looking at the beautiful baby boy, his cherubic little cheeks hollowing as he sucks on a bright blue binkie, then you look back at Yula.

“It was nothing, just my job.”

“No, it wasn’t nothing. If not for you… I…” She blinks back tears now, and you barely hold in your own.

“Don’t upset yourself, please. You have been through a lot, mama.”

“You should hold him!” Yula says.

“Me? I…”

“Here.” She sits up carefully, and you pick up the little boy, Yula smiles at Gojo and waves him in. “His name is Gojo.”

“What?” Gojo blinks a bit himself, coming to stand beside you and looking down at him, Gojo carefully brushes the baby’s cheek, his hands bigger than the little baby almost. You smile up at him, and for a moment, your eyes lock, then you both flush, looking away. “After me?”

“Yes, you were amazing. I’d have named it after you if it was a girl!”

“Oh, goodness. He is handsome, huh Gojo?” You coo to the baby, Gojo’s hand again comes to the small of your back, he is leaning over your shoulder, looking down at the bundle in your arms.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? Knowing you did a good thing here.” He murmurs in your ear, and you nod then, smiling back at him.

“Thank you for this, Gojo. And thank you, Yula.”

“Thank you both, you're getting Christmas gifts from me.” You both laugh softly, saying your goodbyes, and when the elevator closes again, you let the little tears fall. Satoru swipes at them, and you sigh.

“Fuck it.” You yank him down by his shirt, kissing his lips, expecting it to feel nice, or good… but instead, it’s electrifying, as if little shocks are radiating throughout your entire body. Satoru exhales, deepening the kiss, pressing you against the wall, hands at your waist, peering back to look down at you, to take a breath.

“Fuck…” He murmurs softly, brushing your cheek with his long fingers, running a thumb over your lower lip. “What did I do to earn something that sweet?”

“You did a lot for me. Thank you.” He kisses your lips again, but now his tongue slips in, and you feel desire pooling in your core, especially when his hands are trailing up your sides, and his tongue is dancing with yours. You pull back, gasping. “I’m sorry…”

“Don’t fucking apologize. Please.” He kisses you deeper now, and you lose yourself for that moment, his teeth on your bottom lip, your arms wrapping around his neck as he bends low. Your hands entwine in that silky hair, the hair you have wondered how good would feel under your fingers, his thigh coming between your thighs. “Oh my god…”

“Mmm.” You whine out, pathetic, hips arching up, and you feel him, his hard thigh, those hands overtaking you, tasting him, a hand enwrapping in your hair.

“You’re so hot there…” He murmurs, a hand sliding down your tummy, making it tremble, and you are questioning everything, until the elevator dings, and you both pull away quickly, but Satoru looks completely affected, eyes dilated, his breaths heavy as they come out, mirroring you.

“I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Yeah you should have.”

“No… but thank you. Really.” You touch his shoulder gently. “I will not be an infinity stone.”

“Think you’d be the whole gauntlet.”

“Oh whatever. Forget that, please.”

“No way.”

You both are walking out to your cars then, you’re fucking insane, you kissed Satoru Gojo, your boss! You kissed him. He’s walking you to your car now, opening your door, and you can barely meet his pretty eyes, so embarrassed. “I really shouldn’t have done that.”

“You were feeling something, emotions, gratitude… attraction.” He practically says the word like a caress, you feel it physically. “More probably. What’s wrong with feeling things?” He asks then, and you sigh.

“Feeling things for someone who you can’t be with, that sounds like torture.”

“Is it all that?”

“Yes. You should… forget it.”

“I’m not forgetting it. I’ll see you there?” You nod, shy as fuck now, surprised at yourself, touching your lips when you shut the car door, his kiss is lingering on your lips, like some drug you crave.

You gasp when he’s still standing there, grinning at you through your window. You roll it down, scowling. “Go on!”

“You were thinking about it.” He says in a sing-song voice.

“Was not!”

“Mmm, naughty intern-”

You rev up your loud ass car. “Can’t hear you!” He’s grinning far too big when you drive off, heart pounding.

You kissed your boss, and now you’re going to a party with him?

You have lost your mind?

“Bitch, you look so hot.” Maki runs over to you, shoving a questionable red solo cup in your hands, making you wince.

“Bad memories. You look hot too!” You kiss her cheek now, as there are people all over your house, dancing, laughing, most of whom you have no clue who they are. Some loud bass music is blaring, and it’s giving you a bit of a headache, but the energy is good, and you can see your roommates enjoying themselves.

Yuta is taking shots with Toge, you both walk over as Maki takes a sip from her own cup, her eyes sparkling. “Drink it!”

“Oh fine.” You take a sip, feeling the sweet, fruity drink. At first it’s fine, but then you can feel the burn of the alcohol. “Not bad.”

“Yeah, yeah, chug it bitch.”

“No!”

“Then take shots, pretty.” Yuta says, and you giggle, shaking your head. “What, you look pretty? Both of you do.”

“Pretty.” Toge says, blush on his cheeks when you kiss one, then Yuta’s.

“Aww thank you all.” Toge runs off then, leaving you confused, staring at Yuta and Maki who are whispering to each other. “What’d I do!?”

“He’s got it bad.” Maki says, seriously.

“What? No.”

“He does, poor guy. No chance.” Yuta says, you sigh.

“You all are silly, he does not. I would know, I live with him. He’s just a little… shy sometimes.”

“Exactly. You’re so evil to men.” You stick your tongue out at Yuta.

“Whatever! Am not.” You sip your drink, it starts tasting less biting as the alcohol warms your tummy.

“You’re mean as shit to Gojo. He’s got puppy dog eyes for you.” Maki says, as Satoru now walks in, Suguru right next to him.

“He has eyes for everyone.” You flush then, remembering the elevator vividly, as Satoru’s eyes catch yours across the room. “He’s my boss. Our boss.”

“The entire hospital is fucking.” Maki says, earning your look at her and Yuta, your eyes narrowing, assessing how close they are. “Not us!”

“Oh, you two so are. Since when!?” They both flush and look away, you cross your arms now, leaning forward. “In my house, terrible children.”

“Fuck off, you’re not our mom.” Maki sticks her tongue out.

“How long!”

“Like two weeks, chill.” Yuta clears his throat.

“I see something… over there.” Is all he says, then he leaves, and you scooch closer to Maki now.

“I tell you something, you tell me.”

You lean close, looking back at Satoru, Miwa is bouncing over to him, but for some reason he keeps looking at you, eyes shouldn’t be so intense you see them across the whole living room and dining room!? You have a pretty big house, but it seems small with this many people, overheating the area.

“Fine, we’ve had sex a lot, but only for a couple weeks, we’re not labeling it anything.”

“Oh…” You struggle to understand how your best friends are… hooking up. It doesn’t surprise you completely, though. “Not dating?”

Maki rolls her green eyes. “It doesn’t always have to be a relationship, you’re so old school.”

“Am not. I just… have a five date rule or so.”

“Bet Doctor Hojo breaks it.”

“Maki!”

“Time for your secret, and a shot.” She pours you both tequila, you shiver as you remember college with Maki, the amount of nights you’d both held each other’s hair as you got sick. “Don’t wuss out, you’re the hero doctor now.”

“Am not at all. Fine, bottoms up.” You both take shots down your throat, biting on your lemons now. “Blegh.”

“Baby.”

“I won’t tell you then!” You hiss, and she yanks you to her.

“You will!”

“Oh fine. I kissed him, there I said it.” You whisper, looking around fervently, as if someone can hear you whisper over booming music, Maki barely hears you, but she sees your gaze darts to Satoru, and his gaze hits you.

“Oh fuck… that’s so messy, you gonna hit it?” You shush her as he starts to walk toward you all, luckily he keeps getting stopped, everyone loves Doctor Gojo and him and Doctor Geto are getting swarmed by nurses and interns.

“No, no… it was a kiss. Maki he was so great to me yesterday, I think I really like him, but I can’t.”

“You can, just gotta be careful babes.”

“No, he’s… Maki he’s a slut.”

“Rude.” Sartoru says then, and you nearly spit out your drink, coughing then, Maki’s grin is huge, she pushes her glasses up, eyeing Gojo then.

“Hey Dr. Hunk.”

“It’s Dr. Hojo.” You glare at her, and Satoru slings an arm around your shoulders, lanky limbs overtaking you.

“She’s mean as hell, your bestie.” He says to Maki.

“She is, that's why I love her. Hmm, you should have shots with us!”

“Sounds good-”

“What, no!”

“Why? Scared I’ll out drink you?” He asks.”

“You absolutely could, I suck at drinking.”

“Even better, loosen you up-”

“Shots!” Maki hands you both shot glasses now, and you both down them, Satoru then bites a lemon and it’s far too sexy how he does, you feel your tummy clench just watching him suck one. “Hmm, I see… something over there.”

Maki dips now, leaving you alone with Satoru, and you don’t even know what to say, so nervous next to him. You keep looking at his lips, then down, and he surely notices, as they curl into a smirk. “You gonna give me the tour, pretty?”

“Pretty, thought I was just ‘intern’ to you.”

“You’re pretty, very pretty, little intern.” Satoru bars you against the counter now, and your hips shift side to side. “Aw, excited?”

“Shush. People can see!”

“Everyone’s fucking in this hospital.”

“No kidding.” You pout as you look at Yuta and Maki. “Some right in my own damn house.”

“You’re like an angry mom.”

“Hey!” You shove at him now, and then you see him sip a drink, watch that adam’s apple bob, and fuck…

Gojo’s gorgeous, and you haven’t had any in forever.

Usually you’re good, a nice smut story and a vibrator, but he does something to you, that makes you forget who you are, where you are. You still ease out of his trap now, sighing and shaking your head. “Not here.”

“Oh, not here? Are you planning on seducing me, intern?”

“Psh, you wish. I mean… we can talk somewhere else.”

“Talk, huh. That’s what the twenty somethings call it.”

“You’re so ridiculous, ugh… I mean… talk. Will Miwa get mad?” You ask, and he rolls his eyes.

“You really seem to think a blow job equals dating.”

“Yeah, well she’s already not a fan of me.” You take his hand now, walking him down the hall, where there are indeed people making out, including Miwa. You blink a bit then, and Satoru leans in close.

“Told you. The hospital is slutty.”

“Not me.”

“You’re so different.”

“Fuck off.” You laugh softly though, continuing through the hall, pointing at a room now. “Down there is the basement, where I hide my bodies.”

“Called it, serial killers have those steady hands.” You stick your tongue out, enjoying holding his hand far too much, he seems just as enamored as you, following you through each hall.

“There is Maki’s room, Yuta’s is there, and Toge’s is across from mine.”

“He’s in love with you, you know that yeah?”

“Why do people think that? He’s just a sweetie. And this… well this was my parents room, I just leave it be.” You murmur then, taking another sip of your drink, and Gojo frowns now.

“Can I see it?”

“Um… it’s all covered in sheets since forever, dusty and abandoned unfortunately so… nothing to see.”

“Curious if you look like your mom or dad.”

“Are you?” He nods a bit, and you bite your lip, shaking your head. “I can show you a picture of them, I have one in my room.”

“Dad’s gone too?” He asks, and you sigh, nodding, walking into your room, feeling the intimacy suddenly of such an action. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, really. My grandparents raised me. They’re good, they just moved out to Florida, retired.”

“You’re alone here?”

“No, I have my friends. Here, this was them.” You show him a little picture then, it’s frayed at the edges, of your mom and dad holding each other at prom. “They were really young here.”

“She was beautiful, you do look like her.” You get misty eyed at that, touching the picture, before shaking your head.

“Fuck you’re supposed to be here for fun, not me crying. What’s with me today?” Satoru turns you to him then, after you put the picture down, and you exhale, desire killing you, it’s like something is pulling you to him.

“Nothing is wrong with feeling things. I didn’t come here for a party, I came here to get to know you.”

“Why do you want to? Maybe I’m boring.”

“I doubt all that. So you tell me, intern, what do you want to do? Talk, look at pictures, give me a blow job?”

“As if!” He laughs then, and you realize it then... “You’re cheering me up, aren’t you Gojo?”

“Mmhmm.”

“You do that. A lot.”

“I’m glad.”

“You also annoy me.” Satoru’s pressing your back against your dresser, and you’re all too aware how hard his body is, how he’s muddling your mind. “What you wanna like… just fuck as friends or something?”

“I didn’t say that. You assume. Maybe I want to kiss you all night.” Your head falls back, Satoru is kissing you again, this time you let yourself go, feeling every bit of him, the kiss is more messy, more desperate than the elevator. Your teeth are nipping at his lower lip, earning a soft moan, as he grips your hips tightly, thumbs pressing into your pelvis.

“Mnh, we shouldn’t…”

“We shouldn’t. But… you’re really ready.”

“Ugh.” You’re a blushing mess now. “It’s been a while and… you’re really hot and…”

He chuckles. “You’re adorable. Let me make you cum, then, hmm?”

“Wh-what now?” You gasp when he’s picking you up, hoisting you on the dresser, spreading your thighs. “Gojo…”

“Satoru.”

“Doctor Hojo.”

He smirks, hands trailing up your thighs, your head falls back just so, hair cascading down your back, sighing at how good it feels. “You’re a brat.”

“You’re the bratty one. What do you mean just… get me off.”

“Stress relief. Why not let me help? I am a doctor.” You blush furiously, and he smiles. “Cute.”

“I’m not your patient…”

“Roleplay.”

“You kinky little- ah!” Satoru slides his hand between your thighs, cupping you where your panties are, and he pauses, mouth open slightly, snowy lashes lowering over dark blue eyes in the dim room.

“You’re that wet from kissing?” He whispers, you shut your eyes, taking his hand, with every intention of pulling it off, but you just keep it there, around his strong wrist, feeling his pulse flutter under your thumb.

“I don’t do this.”

“I’ll just finger you.”

“You gonna get me off with your fingers?” His smirk is now a wicked grin, his fingers slipping under your panties, finding you slick and hot. He exhales.

“I know anatomy extremely well. And no, it doesn’t have to change things, I can still be professional.” He slips a finger inside your pussy now, you’re clenching around him, moaning, covering your mouth then. “Fuck you’re tight.”

“Pro-profes… you!? Not… mmm… fuck it, yes, there!” You’re arching your hips up, he is watching your every move intensely, analyzing you like you’re a medical case for him to solve, every breath you take, every movement of your hips, the way your brows draw together. He’s crooking his finger just so, and you see stars, gushing all around his long finger that’s too fucking deep.

“There’s that spot.” He leans close, sliding two fingers inside now, your pussy greedily sucks it up, your hands clinging to his expensive dress shirt, his lips just an inch away. “It’s not on any anatomy, is it, this spot? But yours is easy to find, pretty, right there.” He hits it again, and you’re getting closer and closer, whining out, pulling him closer. 

“Mpfh.” You can’t manage a syllable, it’s too good, the stretch, his nearness, you crave him so bad you can’t think.

“Want me to make you cum?” He asks, sultry voice as much of a caress as his soppy fingers.

You nod eagerly, then he kisses you, pulling your hips down, pumping his fingers in and out, hitting the spot over and over. “Satoru…”

“Fuck that sounds good from your mouth.” He kisses down your neck, before whispering in your ear. “So this is a place on the human anatomy, your clitoris. There it is, it’s a tiny little thing.”

“Fuck!” You’re clinging to him desperate, pathetic, as his other hand reaches down, thumb circling your clit. Your eyes lock then, his pupils are so big there’s just a ring of blue, his eyes almost look black, his cheeks flushed.

“When I use both, it can overstimulate you, can’t it?” You mindlessly nod, tears in your eyes as he’s working you. “Hear how wet you are?”

“Mmm…” You’re done with words, his long fingers are too good, and you can hear how wet you are in your room, the squishing sound as he pumps inside your little walls, and you’re soaking his hands.

“I feel it, there, your pussy is tightening up, your nipples are rock hard, you’re biting that lip. You’re about to cum for me, aren’t you?” He murmurs, studying you still, and then you shatter, earning his moan along with your cries, as you feel your orgasm hit so hard you can’t see, just clinging to his dress shirt wordlessly. “Fuck you’re pretty, look at you.”

“Satoru!” You barely manage to focus, when he’s rubbing your pussy up and down between your lips, you jerk you’re so sensitive, you damn near could come again. “Fuck, fuck…”

“Sensitive?” You weakly nod, and now he is sliding his two fingers inside his mouth, sucking, and your jaw drops, breasts heaving. “You’re so yummy.”

“I am?” You whisper, he nods, and takes his other hand that was on your clit, rubbing your own arousal on your lower lip.

“Taste yourself and see.”

You lick your lower lip tentatively, pussy still pulsing around nothing, then he growls, grabbing you, kissing you over and over. You’re a fucking mess, so weak now, you want to say fuck it, suck him, touch him, do anything to make him feel good, you want him inside you.

Your legs are wrapping around his narrow hips now, hands shaking when you’re unbuttoning his shirt, fuck you’re so ready you can’t even remember anything you said you would or wouldn’t do. 

“Want you.” You whisper weakly, he exhales, big hands cupping your face.

“Yeah?” You nod again, and he’s kissing down your throat now, pulling you flush against him, your throbbing cunt right against where you feel him, his hard cock under his pants, you weakly grind, mind fuzzy from him. “You feel so good, shit I thought you didn’t-”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Shit…” You hop up now, adjusting yourself, looking in the mirror to see your fucked out, dilated eyes, all glittery, your cheeks flushed, your hair a mess from his hands. “I look like I got fucked, dammit.”

“You didn’t yet, imagine how you’d look when I got done with you.” He’s kissing down your neck now, images flying in your mind, as the door keeps knocking, then you hear Maki’s words.

“Someone passed out! We need you, please!” Maki’s words are like cold water, you and Satoru both rush out without a second thought. “Fuck… I’m sorry-”

“No, what’s wrong?” You and Gojo ask at the same time, she looks between you both for a moment.

“It’s embarrassing…” She admits.

“What is?” You ask, as she leads you to Yuta’s room, confusing you further.

“I may have been riding him and…”

Yuta is passed out, half naked on the bed. “Maki, did you kill him with your pussy!?”

“No! Maybe.”

Satoru chuckles, going up to him then, and peeking at his neck. “Did you all get freaky?”

“No!”

“Maki.” You glare at her, shutting the door now. She flushes, tilting her head back and sighing.

“I choked him, he likes it!”

“I think he’s just zonked from it. He’s responding fine. Hmm…” He says your name then, the man that just had you cumming on his fingers…

Fuck…

“Grab some ice.” You run down stairs, come right back up with a cup of ice, handing it to Satoru confusedly. “Watch and learn, interns.”

Satoru now throws the entire cup of ice on Yuta’s face, and he sputters, waking up and gasping. Satoru’s evilly chuckling, Maki is damn near in tears, and you’re watching with ongoing confusion, alcohol setting in, post bliss orgasm, thrown off that you just found Satoru throwing ice attractive.

“Thank you, shit!” Maki hugs Gojo tightly, as Yuta flushes, looking around at the three of you.

“Maki! I was fine.”

“You scared me!” She’s kissing him then, deeply, and Satoru and you gently walk back, you close their door with a quiet click, sighing and looking up at him.

“What made you think to do that?”

“I’ve had freaky sex.” He teases. “I’m kidding, I just saw the marks from her fingers on his throat, put two and two together.”

“You’re like Sherlock Holmes.” He shrugs then, and his phone starts buzzing, he frowns as he looks at it. “What’s wrong?”

“I gotta head out, nothing big.” He leans close, and you look down shyly, lashes casting shadows under your eyes.

“Then good night, and be safe?” You say, he nods, running a finger over your swollen lower lip then. “Satoru…”

“You still owe me a date, I’m no hussy. Can’t have that and not go out with me.” You feel far too good now, as he’s asking you out.

“But we shouldn’t.”

“And you shouldn’t have been insane yesterday, but it worked. Be a little crazy, just… a date.” You nod then, and he leans his forehead on yours. “Also, your anatomy? Perfect.”

Your pulse thrums in your neck, chest tightening as he says it. “No, certainly not perfect…”

“Mmm, it is, and I would know. An expert on female anatomy.”

“Well thank you, slutty doctor.” He snorts, pecking a kiss on your lips, one that you would never be able to get out of your head.

“I expect a better tour sometime.”

“Keep dreaming. But… lunch, I agreed.”

“Sunday work?”

“Yeah.”

“Text you then.” Satoru leaves then, and leaves you leaning on the hall, suddenly the door opens, and Maki and Yuta peek their heads out.

“A date!?”

“You should be passed out, freaky asses.” You shove them back in their room, running off to yours as they try to bombard you with questions, you lay on your back, staring up at your ceiling, the glow sticker stars from your childhood still decorating the ceiling, you never did take them off.

You like him, you really like him. But you need your career, it’s just beginning, and would this just fuck it all up? Could you keep this shit separated? You can’t do this, you can’t…

Your eyes shut, flitting images of Doctor Gojo enjoying your anatomy filling your mind, keeping you up half the damn night, as you hear it get quieter, assuming the party has died off. You lay on your side, looking out at the window, seeing the moonlight shining through just so.

Your phone goes off, and it’s your stupid ex, earning your scowl, as you delete it, but then a new message pops up.

Doctor Gojo: Let me know if you need anatomy lessons again, intern.

You snort, shaking your head.

You: You wish!

Doctor Gojo: Hmm, still taste you.

You: Oh my god, good night Doctor Hojo!!!

You hate that your heart hammers in your chest as he hearts your message.

You’re so fucked.

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Part Three

[delirious-donna]

an: thanks to @midnight-wood for requesting my very favourite frozen doctor. I adore that snowman so very much so I hope you’ll enjoy this! <3

starring: Zayne x female reader

warnings: NSFW, kinda somno vibes but it’s consensual, pussy eating, a lil body worship

now playing -

You didn’t need the light to know it was him.

You would know Zayne by his touch alone. The way his fingers skimmed your curves, traced unknowable patterns into your soft stomach or journeyed the length of your spine.

Today was no different.

The last remnants of sleep melted away, the warmth in the pit of your stomach did not. A wet tongue lapped at the length of your core, hungry lips drawing the sensitive flesh taut only to release it with an audible slurp. It caused a delicious moan to bubble in your throat and push through your parted lips.

Reaching down the line of your body, beneath the rumpled duvet, your fingers found a head of thick hair and ran them through the strands until you could scratch your appreciation into his scalp. Content when he leant into the touch, seeking more and more.

It had been forever since Zayne had woken you in this manner, and you clenched when the pads of skilful fingers probed at your entrance.

“Mornin’ Doctor…”

He hummed, amused, and gave a quick kitten lick to your swollen clit. “Can you be so sure that it’s your good doctor between your plush thighs?”

What a thought… he was feeling naughty today. You smiled, arching your back like a cat stretching in front of a fire.

“Think I’d know you with my eyes shut and my ears plugged up. There are some things that cannot be masked,” you told him, stroking the nape of his neck lazily.

“Such… as?” Zayne asked, the question broken by the stretch of his middle and ring finger pushing past the muscles of your cunt to reach the gummy, slick lined walls.

“Oh!”

It was hard to think when he was playing you like a fiddle. You licked your suddenly parched lips and moved to your elbow so you could reach lower towards his shoulders and broad back.

“Like—like… hah… hard to speak when you do that! Zayne! I’d know the width of your shoulders by touch alone, the divots and how your muscles move when you shrug or roll your neck.” You rushed out the words, your ability to speak soon to be completely erased.

Zayne chuffed, but didn’t argue. His tongue was far too busy with lashing your pearl until he was satisfied that stars were winking into your vision. Plus, he didn’t want to admit how loved it made him feel to know that you would seek him out even if all your senses were deprived.

He knew it as well as you did, you were one whole in two bodies.

Let all time slow, let all light go

I don't need to know where we begin and end

I'd still know you, not being shown you

I only need the working of my hands Return to the set list

[bubbleteavessel]

I hadn't realized that you noticed when I'd touch myself at work. I thought I was safe within the walls of a office, at my desk with my fingers deep in my boxers. The only camera in this office hadn't worked in a while, so I took my opportunity to releive stress on company time.

I started getting ahead of myself, sneaking my vibrator into work as quiet little moans escaped my lips on occasion, sometimes just when you were walking by the door.

Today I was particularly needy, so much so that I hadn't even noticed that the camera was fully operational that day. I had just started my lunch hour I was so focused on desperately getting myself to cum that I didn't notice that you, the security guard could watch from your office.

Just as I was about to cum, my stupid vibrator died. I whined and cursed, hitting it against the desk when I heard a knock at my door.

"Come in!," I yell, frantically stuffing the vibe back into my drawer.

I see you open the door.

"Oh, can I help you?"

I see you smirk.

"That was quite a performance you put on for the cameras."

I look up and sure enough, the camera is very much in operation.

My face turns beat red. "Oh god, I didn't- I just-"

Before I can choke out an excuse, you lock the door behind you and approach me in my chair, grabbing the handcuffs from your toolbelt.

"No need to get all flustered, I won't tell anyone. As long as you let me help, you clearly need it."

I whimper as you cuff my hands behind the chair, squirming in place. I shouldn't... but I was so close and I've practically soaked the chair just trying to cum. I've already made it this far. Plus, I needed to keep my job and it looks like the only way I'd get to do that is to let you have your way with me.

You take my vibrator from the drawer and plug it in on my desk.

"I'll need this later."

You take your sweet time peppering kisses on my thighs and over my boxers before pulling them down to my ankles. You take long, slow licks of my tcock, slipping your tongue in and out of my hole and I continue to whimper in pure desperation. You clearly enjoy my misery and draw this out as long as you can. You take your time getting me as close to the edge as possible and pulling back every time. You don't mind me becoming more and more anguished as the hour slowly passes. By the end of my lunch break, I am a sweaty, desperate mess.

"P-please... I need to cum."

You pull back, seeing that my lunch break is almost over. I watch your expression anxiously, trying to figure out if you're going to keep your end of the deal.

"I think you're gonna need some deadline extensions."

You unplug the vibrator and take some twine, tying it between my quivering thighs before turning it onto it's lowest setting. You also take the time to stuff my boxers into my mouth to muffle the moaning.

You flip the light off. "I'll see you at the end of the day," you say, leaving my office and locking the door behind you.

I sit there as I cum hard almost instantly on the vibrator despite it being at such a low setting. I whine as the pleasure I begged so hard for turns to painful overstimulation, and I still have hours left on the clock. I wriggle around in my chair, but it's no use. I look up to the camera with a pleading look in my eyes, knowing that you're enjoying yourself from where you are.

You lean back at your desk, watching me for the rest of the afternoon, knowing that everyone else thinks my office is empty and technically, you could keep me there as long as you please.

[dudethatsmyundeaduncle]

DP X DC AU Danny & The Little Dead Girl

(title pending lol, Danny and Curare adventures pt 2!) Pt 1 here My AU art

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Monday comes, as it is won't to do, and Danny has to go to school which means the baby halfa has to come to school too.

" ok, so, one rule for today, big rule, you gotta be quiet in class. Uh-"

Danny pulls his phone out of his pocket as their bus hits a pot hole. Sitting right at the front means they catch the momentum first and he has to hold Curaré against his side lest she go flying into the aisle.

A couple voices grumble behind them at the jostling as Danny gets his text to speech open.

" Necessitas ser quieto en clase. ¿Entiendes?" The Google robot lady voice translates for him.

Curaré blinks at him from behind her little paper face mask and looks from the phone to him curiously.

This is the game they've been playing since last night, Danny says something in English robo lady repeats it in Spanish.

Danny doesn't know if Curaré understands how the phone speaks or even that it does but she's giving him her favorite little blank expression so he assumes she gets it. At least, she hasn't really disagreed or disobeyed anything he's asked of her yet so...not gonna look that gift horse in the mouth Danny boy!

..

School goes well, mostly.

They get through the metal detectors and bag checks at the front entrance just fine. The security guards barely glance at Curaré once they confirm she isn't hiding a Glock or something under her shirt. Which it's kinda sad to know gun control is a cross-dimensional American problem but it's on brand if nothing else Danny thinks.

They get to first period without stopping at Danny's locker and settle down in two desks by the back door. This is Danny's usual spot, well usual as of a month ago, it's mostly empty back here now but Danny used to have a seat partner.

(A seat partner who had a kind of shady tweaker vibe that Danny would have been worried about but that kid went home early one day and never came back so....it's Curaré's seat now.)

The little dead girl looks even littler sat in the desk-chair combo, she can barely see over the top. Danny stacks three dictionaries under her for a boost then he gets her set up with some pencils and paper and the single highlighter he found on the floor his first day here.

Curaré seems vaguely interested in his offerings ,after Danny shows her how to use them to mark the page, and starts creating cautious marks of her own.

She keeps glancing back up at Danny as if to confirm that this is still fine? And he nods his head every time trying to be encouraging as it becomes obvious that nobody taught this kid to write inside Fosters Home for Real life Assassins. Which Danny thinks is poor planning on there part because really? If your Assassin can't write how the fuck were they supposed to leave ominous threatening warnings? Or fake suicide notes? Or any number of written props to flesh out a cover story.

Whatever, obviously the assassins raising Curaré sucked ass all around so he can't say he's surprised but he is majorly disappointed.

As the bell rings for first period a whole slew of teens rush in ahead of the teacher Mr. Berk. Simple guy, grey beard, coke bottle glasses, smells like Vics vapor rub, the works.

He's like the most chilled out version of Mr. Lancer ever so he's alright in Danny's books. Plus he only has one "rule", as long as your butt is in your seat by the time he calls your name for attendance he won't mark you late. In Gotham, where everyone and their brother has enough late marks from shitty public transportion to get detention, it's a pretty sweet rule.

So Mr. Berk takes attendance like usual and only pauses on Danny and Curaré in the back for a brief moment.

Curaré stops drawing and stares down Mr. Berk like he's the T rex from Jurassic park. Frozen in place and without breaking eye contact. He stares back at her completely unphased.

" A small visitor then?" He says.

Danny nods. " My sister"

" Mhm" Mr. Berk says already moving on to the next student on his roster.

Danny breathes out huge sigh of relief, that was so much easier then he expected.

They more or less repeat this exchange the whole day. Mondays suck ass because it's one of the only days Danny actually has all 6 periods, but they make it through 1st, 2nd, and nutrition unscathed.

By lunch time Danny thinks they might actually be home free, if no one is gonna bring up the whole freaking child tagging along with him then he can probably just bring her with him everyday.

Maybe he can find her some work books and she can learn the alphabet? And addition? That's like on track for 4 year olds right? Danny can't remember being 4 but that feels right to him. He will educate the child in his care like the responsible almost adult he is. She will go to college!

At lunch Danny sits them at the back of the school right next to the teachers lounge because it's mostly deserted.

In Danny's exprience the best place to hide is in plain sight. He's been sitting here everyday since he enrolled himself and the teachers have never noticed him. Their way too busy trying to get any kind of break from teaching high schoolers to be concerned.Which Danny is greatful for because he has broken the rule about using his cell phone at lunch 50 times at this point.

Listen he has to do universe research when he has access to wifi! Which he only does at school. The administration should be glad he's using his lunch period to educate himself really.

So they eat by the lounge. Danny has Curaré face away from the door so she can take off her face mask and eat unencumbered.The cut on her face is still gnarly, it looks an almost enflamed purple as it tries it's best to heal.

Danny had given Curaré a little immuno-boost with his own ecto the night before to try to speed up her healing factor. But like any Halfa, basically just Danny's personal experience, you have to nourish the ghost half and the human half in equal parts to heal all the way.

It's not until home room, period 6/7, that the metaphorical straw breaks the metaphorical camels back. or the real straw to the metaphorical camel? Did camels even carry straw? where would it go? Between there humps? Not important Fenton!

Home room was a grade A disaster.

Mr. Perez, Danny's kind of ancient home room teacher, who was for almost all intents and purposes blind, had a freaking nose for trouble. It's like he could sniff out vapes and cell phones as soon as they hit the stale class air. Danny thought this would be the easiest class by far, Mr. Perez wouldn't even see Curaré let alone smell her.

And at first it seems like he doesnt, Mr. Perez takes attendance and skips right over Danny and Curaré with no fanfare.

Danny thinks that's the end of it and starts to breathe easy until 15 minutes before the final bell when Mr. Perez' TA asks him to step into the hallway with her for a second.

Danny generally liked Mr. Perez's TA, her name was Sabrina Kahn and she was the kind of girl Jazz would have hung out with.Straight laced, wore argyle cardigans, read books, the smart sort. She looked Jazz's age too, maybe 21ish and she always rolled her eyes when people gave dumb answers in class.

She looks a little embarrassed to be speaking to Danny which immediately sets him on edge.

" It's okay that you brought your little sister today but, I'm sorry, you won't be able to do that again. A bunch of your teachers made complaints with the front office and Mr. Perez got a call about it ..."

Sabrina had always been nice to him and now she was about to ruin his whole week.

" But Ms. Kahn-" Danny started.

She gave him a sympathetic look " Lemme guess, your parents can't take her to work so this was the next best option?"

Danny closed his mouth and nodded, that was actually a much better lie then he was gonna tell, thank you Ms. Kahn. ( But also Boooooo curse you Ms. Kahn!)

" Here, I know it can be hard to find childcare for metas, especially ones as ah-vibrant as your sister. My brother had the same trouble with my nephew."

Sabrina hands Danny a flyer, it's still warm from the printer, it looks like it's just a screenshot of an email.

"Thanks?"

The TA rolls her eyes, wow a lot like Jazz then.

" It's the address to that daycare and a referral. They only take kids by word of mouth, they're kind of... off the books. But their good people! I hope they can help you Danny."

The paper is on off yellow, as Ms.Kahn heads back into homeroom Danny feels all his hope go with her. Shit, what was he gonna do now? He looks through the little glass window in the door to the back where Curaré sits, she's already watching him. He tries to smile at her, be reassuring, he's not sure it works.

......

When the bell finally rings Danny picks Curaré up and puts her on his hip to avoid her being crushed by the rush of high schoolers who stampede out the door in front of them.

The flyer from Ms. Kahn feels like it's burning a hole through his pocket as they ride the bus towards the Narrows.

Danny cased the house from the flyer with maps street view as well as he could. It showed a skinny sublet house across from a small strip mall and laundrymat.

Inconspicuous sure, maybe even innocent looking but well...you could never tell in Gotham, all the buildings looked sort of evil by default. It was probably because of the gargoyles and the general low level stink fog that seemed to always be out.

The big city™ really made Danny miss the suburbs of Amity Park more then just the regular gut wrenching home sickness. Oh what'd he'd give to take a deep breath of air and not inhale the smell of piss when he walked down the street.

They get off the bus at the corner a block from the daycare.

Danny holds Curaré's hand which makes for slow going but seems like the right thing to do. She's never wandered off but Danny didn't want to give her the opportunity to either.

As he helped her climb the three short stairs up to the house Danny was suddenly hit with a wave of panic.

What the fuck am I doing? Am I really gonna take care of this freaking Halfa ghost baby for the next 18 years? Im not even an adult! I work weekends at BatBurger for minimum wage WTF?

Danny's hands began to sweat and his stomach cramped. Oh fuck, here was the existential crisis he'd been waiting for since he first decided to take Curaré from the leagues super secret baby basement.

Oh shit he couldn't breathe, what was he gonna do! OH fuck think!

What would jazz do? Call child services and offer psychological support. Not Uber helpful in this case Danny didn't know the first thing about psychology and Gotham CPS was actual prison.

What would Sam do? Assassin babies are hella counter culture but maybe find a cool rich eccentric family to adopt them? Nope, not gonna work Danny only knew one eccentric rich girl and she was a whole dimension away. FUCK THINK FENTON!

What would Tucker do? In this situation ask Google, homeschooling is big these days so maybe if you leave her in the apartment while your gone with an iPad-

" Hey you alright there dude, can I help you?"

Danny choked on the end of his anxiety panic badbadbad spiral and looked up.

The front door to the house was open and just inside the threshold stood a younger teen, maybe 16? With the kind of fade haircut Tucker always whined he couldn't pull off and a bright yellow hoodie.

Danny held his breathe for a moment making sure he felt it burn up his lungs and throat before letting out a big sigh.

" Yeah, yeah sorry kinda zoned out there I'm just uh kinda nervous I was told to come here for Daycare help for my little sister?"

Curaré looked at the stranger in the doorway with the same wide eyed blankness she stared at everything with. Funnily enough she was still holding Danny's hand, had held on through Danny's entire mental meltdown too despite the ecto sweat. Danny felt oddly touched by the gesture, even if it was more likely that the little girl wasn't bothered by his crisis then her being sympathetic.

The teen in the Yellow Hoodie raised an eyebrow at Danny as he fumbled the paper from Ms. Kahn out of his pocket to hand over.

Yellow Hoodie took it and looked between it, him, and Curaré.

" You're not a cop right? You have to tell us if you're a cop"

Danny made a face, " no, I'm not a cop! I would never be a cop, cops suck."

" Right." Yellow Hoodie said still suspicious " So you wouldn't mind if I called your referral up?"

" Be my guest dude."

The teen pulled out his phone and made sure to keep steady eye contact with Danny. Who could do nothing except not look away during this, the world's most impromptu staring contest, until Yellow Hoodie put his phone away.

" Just wanted to see if you were bluffing. Sabrina called earlier said she'd sent someone our way but you can never be too careful. Come on in. "

Danny felt the wind go out of his sails for the second time that day, what was with people and making him anticipate the worst.

.....

The inside of the house was old, homey, but old. It had very obviously been well lived in by a few generations of children, easy to see from the scuffed floors, chipped crown molding, and the sheer number of framed photos that hung on the walls.

There were signs of new life about too, some toys scattered on the floor, walls that were covered in butcher paper and crayon as high as little hands could reach, and oddly enough some scorch marks. Although, Danny's supposed that an unlicensed daycare for meta kids worth it's salt ought to have a least a few burn marks. For posterity if nothing else.

" I'm Duke, I volunteer here when I can but the place is run by the Mariscos, Mrs. Marisco specifically. She's been in the game for a long time" Duke nee yellow hoodie said as he stopped them in front of a closed door.

The hand made sign on the door said Office in nice scribbly lettering and it was hung on with a peg and twine. Real kitschy.

Danny could just make out the sounds of kids playing in another part of the house and was a little impressed that Duke had managed to keep Danny from seeing even one tiny tot during the impromptu house tour.

" I gotta go help Izzy with the kids, this is Mrs.Mariscos' office just knock before you go in, she might be on the phone."

Duke nodded to Danny, smiled down at Curaré and disappeared down the hallway.

Leaving Danny and Curaré alone in front of a closed door once again.

Danny looked down at Curaré and she looked up at him, she was characteristically silent.

" This feels like a job interview, did you bring your resume? "

Curaré blinked.

" Yeah, me neither. But I think if we both give her puppy eyes maybe our combined under aged-ness will activate her maternal instincts and she'll be forced to accept us?"

The nerves were back, they had never really left but now they had settled like a rock at the pit of Danny's stomach.

He couldn't bring himself to knock on that office door just yet so he fussed over Curaré instead. Kneeling down he straightened the collar of Curaré's hooded jacket and moveed her little backpack strap back up her shoulder where it had slipped.

" We got this. It's you and me now remember, even if this blows and you have to come to school with me for the rest of year it's you and me." Danny rested his hands on little shoulders and hung his head. " Jeez, I sound like my mom"

"No need to be so nervous Mijo! My Chiqis never met a kid she could turn away."

Danny's neck had never snapped up so fast in his life.

Curaré hadn't been looking up at him at all. No, Curaré was staring up towards the elderly woman floating near the ceiling.

Which was not great, because Danny for all the time had spent in Gotham had never seen another ghost. Not a single one.

Which was unsettling on its own but not bad per se, he'd thought maybe this dimension was just different, not enough spectral energy to manifest a ghostly body.

But no, again nope, this was so much worse.

No ghosts was easy enough to reationalize but one ghost? One ghost meant there was enough spectral energy, one ghost meant something was really really wrong with Gotham.

Because if there was only one ghost in a crime ridden pissed off city like this where the shit were all the others?

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Yo! Just wanted to say thank u for all the support on part 1, did not expect people to like or care about it lol. Anyway back on bullshit, I've had this written for a while but didn't have the insp to post it until now.

Might write more, might not, you get one bat cameo for reading this time ur welcome.

Forgot to add this to the first post, it's in the reblogs, but TLDR Curaré is an assassin from batman beyond.

Note: if you wanna see cool art for this AU check the Danny and the little dead girl tag on my blog!

[holoskele]

What you doin if it’s the middle of the night and you see this😳🫣😱🤯😵

Keep reading if you want to see progress pics and me yappin

Shout out to @kaestnerd ‘s original post for the inspo🫰

Here are the initial sketch ideas (plus Toothless)

I can tell I liked the bottom left one a lot cause I spent more time refining it, so I went with that one.

Here it is cleaned up with line work and a flat paint layer (plus a bonus little Torchbearer)

And then I kinda just let the painting take me where it wanted to go. Started with painting in the light and shadows, which began to feel like he was standing in front of a campfire or a Bandito with a torch, so I painted in the background to fit that setting. I didn’t really plan for the original sketch to turn into a full painting, but it just kinda turned out that way.

And just as a personal side note, Clancy’s vibe/look has always felt intimidating to me and he kinda creeps me out a bit at times, but in like a Cryptid sort of way. Like, I wouldn’t want to be alone in the woods at night and come across this Creature staring at me from the tree line.

And if you’ve seen my other posts, you now know what inspired me to do these memes:

I don’t know why I do this, but I tend to come up with multiple variations of one drawing, and yeah idk I just felt like the vibe of the original painting looked like he would scare anyone who came across him like this lol

[itsriabby]

Mona Lisa - S.H. (Part 3)

“Goodnight friend”

actor!steve x makeupartist!reader

Plot: When Steve meets his beloved makeup artist’s replacement, he swears it’s hate at first sight. But… is there truly such a thing?

Trope: enemies x lovers

Wc: 5k (my hand slipped)

Warnings: mentions of family problems, reader having long-ish hair, slow-burn, fluff, alcohol… I think that’s it. I hope you like iiit!

Main Masterlist | Part 4

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“You’re not wearing that.” Your friend Eddie gives you a long up and down look, shaking his head no.

You frown, looking down at your little black dress. You think it’s pretty “I am, actually.”

He rounds the car and steps into the driver seat, ushering you with a come-hither motion so you sit beside him “We’re stopping at my place.”

“What? Why?” You exclaim bewildered while following his directions and getting in the car.

“Look babe, you look hot as fuck, I’m not saying you don’t.” He explains, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder “But… This is kind of a big deal, so that won’t do.” He signals your outfit.

You think for a second, confused “Well… I like your style Eds, I really do, but I don’t really think I’ll look good with your clothes.” You cross your arms.

Eddie has nice clothes, he always comes to set in designer and vintage runway pieces. He has this “edgy vibe” or whatever he calls it, and even though it looks bomb on him, you don’t think you’d suit it.

Plus, they’d hide your figure and make you look like a potato sack. Not really fitting to make a first impression for your first celebrity party.

“Ok, first, everyone looks good in vivienne westwood, second, I’m not giving you my clothes.” He starts the car, looking straight ahead. “I have a couple girl things there.”

He says it so nonchalantly. You raise an eyebrow skeptically.

“You have girl clothes?”

“Yup.” He nods, a big smile on his face. He looks at you for a second, reading your confusion, and keeps talking “They’re not mine. Not that guys can’t wear girl clothes, you know clothing doesn’t have actual gender, but… A couple girls have left things there, and they’re pretty chic if I say so myself.”

You snort “You’re giving me your one night stand’s clothes?”

He shrugs with a smug smile “What can I say? I have good taste.”

You slap him playfully, both of you chuckling softly.

“They better be clean Munson.” You give him a pointed look. You might borrow it, but you draw the line at it being dirty.

He jokingly places a finger on his chin, as if thinking about it “Now that you ask…”

“Hey!” You widen your eyes outraged, and he breaks out laughing when he sees you.

“I’m messing with you. They’re pristine. Don’t worry, I had them cleaned a few weeks ago.” He pulls up to his driveway, stopping the car and parking in its designated spot. “I knew they’d come in handy someday.”

You get out of the car and he walks beside you, getting his keys out his pocket and opening the front door “C’mon Cinderella, you’re lucky I’m your fairy godmother.” He wiggles his eyebrows playfully and opens the door.

To say the house is huge is an understatement. It’s not a mansion, but it’s a big house for someone who’s not even 30 yet. It’s decorated in mainly dark colors, filled with leather sofas and chairs, vintage framed playboy posters, a wall filled solely by electric guitars… It’s frankly Eddie Munson in its highest and truest form.

Eddie might be a new character in this show, but he is nowhere near a new face. He’s been in countless horror films, indie movies, a couple guest star roles in tv shows… He’s not deemed a renowned actor yet, but he does have a cult following, so he’s got countless fans following his every move. Everything Eddie appears in, immediately does well. You guess that’s how he’s gotten the connections to go to tonight’s party.

“What about this?”

You’re upstairs now. You’re sat in the corner of his bed while he holds a very sheer dress in his hands.

“Isn’t that a little revealing?” You turn your head to the right, inspecting the fabric.

“Duh, why do you think I took her home?” He says it like it’s so obvious.

Your expression turns deadpan “Are you really that shallow?”

“Of course not!” He frowns “I’ll have you know I was deeply captivated by her BIG personality.” He smirks, making up a big butt with his hands.

“You’re such a dude.” You roll your eyes, taking the dress from him and throwing it in the bed, alongside a couple more pieces “And I’m not wearing this. What else have you got?”

He walks back into his wardrobe, fumbling with the contents for a minute “I have another dress, but it’s not as rock and roll.” He says loudly so you’ll hear him.

“Well I’m not going for rock and roll tonight, so it’s fine.”

You’re picking at your nails, looking down when he speaks “Here she is.”

When you look up, you swear you have to do a double take, just like in cartoons, when the characters eyes go big and out of their head. That’s you right now.

“Oh wow.”

“Oh wow indeed.” Eddie nods. “I remember her… Good night, good night.” He smirks nostalgic and you throw a shoe at him playfully.

Still, you’re speechless.

You’re no fashion expert, but the dress is clearly Versace. It’s this pale pink, you think satin, long dress. It’s very simple, but it’s so elegant, so beautiful. You’d have to sell your left kidney to afford it.

“Eddie… it’s so pretty.” You tilt your head, as if somehow its going to be less mesmerizing, it’s not.

“Like you.” He says with a cheesy voice, and you both giggle.

You stand up and hug him, the dress between you both “Thank you so much, I’ll take care of it like a newborn, you won’t even notice I’ve worn it.” You muffle in his shirt.

He pushes you off with a chuckle “Are you stupid? Wear it until it’s raggedy, I don’t care. If she hasn’t come here to take it back by now, she’s not coming anytime soon.” He flips the dress so your chest meets the back of it, and holds it up to see how I’d look on you “Besides, you’re my friend. I love you too much to not gift it to you. Also, I’ll get enough enjoyment seeing Harrington see you wearing it.” He gives you a devilish smirk followed by a wink.

You frown “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He shrugs with a smile “Nothing.” He steps behind you and slaps your ass mischievously “C’mon Cinderella, your carrier’s waiting for you.”

You huff a laugh and roll your eyes, walking into the closet with your middle finger up, not before looking back at Eddie and giving him an honest grin.

When you’re out of sight and aren’t able to hear him, he shakes his head with a chuckle “That poor bastard…”

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“But what do I say if they approach me?”

“Um… hello?” Robin looks at you skeptically.

“I know that! But like, what do they talk about?” You panic, covering your whole face with both your hands.

You picked up Robin on the way to the party, and there you are, all three still sitting inside the parked car, just outside the mansion hosting the party.

“Babe relax, they’re just people.” Eddie leans back in the driver seat, rolling down his window and lighting a cigarette “Narcissistic, millionaire people, but people nonetheless.”

You give him a nasty look “That’s not helping.”

“Look, I know you’re nervous and all, but it’s really not that hard, just be you.” Robin encourages you, putting a hand on your arm reassuringly. You look back to smile at her.

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees, blowing smoke out the window “We like you don’t we? Then you’ve already convinced the coolest people in the room you’re worth it. Everyone else will follow alright?”

You huff a laugh and look up, looking at one and then the other. They really are the best.

“Ok. I’m ready.” You clasp your hands together and start unbuckling your seatbelt.

“Seriously? I just started smoking!” He frowns.

You get out of the passenger seat and round the car all the way to his side, taking the cigarette from his two fingers and letting it fall to the ground, smashing it with your heel “Problem solved.”

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Steve had been waiting inside for an hour.

He’d been to a thousand parties by now, so he knew not to enter too early or too late, that’s why he’d told Eddie to be there at 10pm. Reasonable time for a gathering like this.

But you were late. At first it was like 10 minutes, then 20, and soon enough it was 11 pm with no sign of the three of you.

He should’ve known Eddie wouldn’t be on time, he’s the one driving, but unconsciously he immediately blames you. You probably took ages to get ready, or wanted to stop somewhere, or decided to crash another party, who knows?

The only thing he knows is you’re out there having a good time with his friends and he’s in this party, filled with people he’s met a hundred times and who know nothing about him. The house is packed but he feels complete and utterly alone.

Robin makes these things bearable.

She’s the one who makes funny comments about individuals after having small talk with them, or picking a couple and acting out whatever they would be saying… He wishes she’d be right here and not wherever the hell you’ve dragged her to.

He knows her so deeply, he’d know exactly what she would say right now. She’d make a sarcastic comment about how stuck up these people are, something like “Clearly money can’t buy brains.” Or “Did they actually say chauffeur?” Or-

“Do you think they use dollar bills to blow their noses?” Robin huffs behind him.

He turns around, jumping a little, not expecting her to be there “Are you actually here or is this a hallucination?” He acts light-headed and taps her face as if wondering if she’s real.

“Knock it off dingus, we’re not that late.”

“We?” He looks around to see if Eddie’s there. Of course, cause he couldn’t care less if you’re there too.

“Sorry Harrington, had to stop to fulfill my best friend duties.” Eddie claps his shoulder in a friendly way.

“What duties?” Steve looks around nonchalantly, looking for something. Or someone?

“You’ll see.”

“Look, I like you man, but the vague comments have to stop.”

Eddie takes both of Steve’s shoulders and turns him around “Thank me later.”

“What?” Steve frowns at him “Munson I just said-“ The words die on his tongue.

You’re there.

You’re standing a couple meters away, walking up to them with a glass in hand.

He’s always known you’re pretty, God he even tried to shoot his shot when he met you, before he knew how difficult you were. But this is different. You’re always dressed modestly and business-like when he sees you. You always make sure to have minimal makeup on and your hair up so it doesn’t get in the way. And even though you’re still pretty cute with that look, this is making him a little dizzy.

You look gorgeous… No, you ARE gorgeous.

But that dress… It’s thin enough he can see the ghost of your bellybutton, and it hugs your body in the best way. The color compliments you, really compliments you. The soft pink making the flush on your cheeks more prominent and imitating the gloss on your lips. Why can’t he stop staring at your lips?

“I can’t believe they just hand out champagne.” You reach them, giggling softly “Hi Steven, sorry for the wait, have you already charmed the old ladies in the room or am I in time to watch?” You laugh at him and he doesn’t even care.

You turn your head to the right to talk to Eddie and he notices your hair next. It’s down, flowing over your naked shoulders. You look so beautiful it’s making him sick.

He needs a drink.

“I’m, uh… I’m gonna get a drink, be right back.” He slips through the crowd without hearing any response and beelines for the kitchen.

What the fuck is going on?

He’s been with pretty girls, he’s been with MODELS… How in the world are you the one turning his brain into mush, it makes no sense.

But he doesn’t need to make it make sense, cause he’s not gonna think about it at all. He’s not gonna look at you tonight, he’s gonna drink it all down; this confusion, this frustration, and this… whatever this is he’s feeling. Gulp gulp gulp.

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It’s nearly 2 am, and after more champagne glasses than you care to count, you can confidently say you’re a little drunk.

Or a lot. Maybe a lot.

You’ve done a couple introductions here and there, but the night has been mostly Robin, Eddie and you. Steve wondered off as soon as you got here, and as much as you want to say it has no effect on you, your inebriated brain begs to differ.

Does he hate you that much?

Cause the feeling’s mutual, but… yeah no, it’s bothering you. And honestly, it’s making your head hurt more than the alcohol.

“Guys I’m gonna go to the bathroom, stay here ok?”

Maybe splashing some water on your face will do the trick. At least you hope so.

After a couple minutes gathering yourself, you step out of the bathroom, only to be meet with a chest. A big, muscly chest.

“Woah, careful darling. You ok?” You look up to two beautiful light eyes staring back at you.

“Do I know you?” You rack your brain trying to find the reason he looks so familiar.

He shakes his head no “I’d know, I wouldn’t forget such a pretty face.” He leans on the wall, stepping closer to you.

You chuckle at his poor pick up line. He’s cute though, so maybe you can forgive his lack of flirting originality.

“Wait actually, I know, you’re in that show on Monday night, my mom loves you.”

“Damn, that escalated pretty quick.” He jokes, showing his blinding white smile.

You laugh and raise your hand so he can shake it, telling him your name.

Instead, he holds it and kisses the back of it “I’m Billy.”

“Nice to meet you Billy.”

“Likewise.”

“Ehem.” You both turn to see where the sound came from, that being Steve freaking Harrington.

He’s standing to the side, right in the middle of Billy and you. He’s standing unnaturally straight, puffing his chest and tilting his chin up.

Billy imitates him. It’s like a monkey fight. Men.

“Oh, hi Harrington, didn’t know we had an audience.” Billy steps closer to you, putting his arm around your shoulder.

“You don’t, I was just getting my friend. We were wondering where she was.” He looks pointedly to you, raising his brows while making a face. Like you’re the one in the wrong when he’s been the one that’s been absent all night.

“I told Eddie and Robin I was going to the bathroom.” You glower. If he’s gonna be like that, you certainly won’t back off. Can’t he give you one day off?

“Yeah well, they must’ve forgotten.” He throws daggers at Billy with a look “I’m surprised to see you here Hargrove, didn’t you say these things were dull and tedious?”

“I did didn’t I?… Good thing I’ve found some entertainment” He turns his head briefly to wink at you. “Besides, don’t you have some lines to learn from your little show?” He’s mocking him now.

She tries to look secure, but you’d swear you see the tiniest bit of smoke coming out his ears “You’re right, and she’s helping me, so we should get going.” He points to you with his head, giving Billy a superiority smile.

Billy’s staring at you know “You’re in the show?” A newfound curious twinkle overtakes his eyes.

Before you can deny it, Steve proceeds to take your wrist, yanking you away with him “Anyway, nice to see you Bill, have a nice night.”

“Hold on, hold on.” Billy takes your other arm, stopping you. “She was talking to me.”

“Well, now she’s with me.” Steve clenches his jaw, his muscles also flexing.

“Actually, SHE can speak for herself and she… Is going to see her friends.” You take your arms off their hands and walk away “Goodnight boys.”

Your powerful walkoff losses a couple points because you trip a little, but you keep going, you’re too proud to admit you’re still drunk as fuck.

The night progresses and an hour later you’re absolutely ready to go home.

Steve has joined you in the last half an hour, but he’s been silent ever since the bathroom incident. Whatever that was.

“Guys I think I’m gonna get going, this was fun but I’m totally gonna crash out if I’m not in my bed in 30 minutes.”

“Noooooo.” Robin nearly shouts, she’s gotten a little too much to drink too.

“I’m sorry.” You pout, hugging her goodbye.

“Babe, please, an hour more, is all I ask, then I’ll drive you.” Eddie pleads, wanting to stay a little longer.

“I can take you.” Steve interrupts him, looking at you for permission.

“You sure?” Robin asks him, he nods, but his eyes are still locked into yours, waiting for a response.

“Ok.” You mutter, looking away before the eye contact gets too much.

“Alrighty then, I’ll see you on Monday babe, take care!” Eddie hugs you and waves goodbye as Steve and you walk away and towards the front door.

You walk in silence, the faint sound of the music flowing in the background. You can feel him looking at you a couple times but you say nothing.

You’re lost in your thoughts when he takes your wrist softly, making you stop. He immediately drops it.

“This is me.” He points to the car beside you. It’s this deep burgundy color, and not that big. You don’t really know much about cars, but you certainly didn’t think this would be Steve Harrington’s. Maybe a red convertible or something, but not this. It’s nice.

He opens your door and holds his hand out, pointing for you to get in.

You look at him a little puzzled, not knowing why he’s being so chivalrous, but you still get in. When you’re seated and comfortable, he bends over and grabs your seat belt, getting closer to you. A little too close. A lot too close.

“I can do it.” You drag out your words a little.

“You’re drunk.” He doesn’t look at you, stretching the seat belt over your torso.

“Im still able to-“

He looks up at you. Both your faces centimeters away. If you concentrate, you can feel his breath hot on your skin.

“Let me do this. Please .” He pleads, talking softly, as if he’s not the same man that claimed he hated you days ago.

He looks at one of your eyes, then the other, like studying you, like committing to memory the image of your face. He looks down briefly at your lips, wetting his own, before returning his gaze to yours. His pupils are terribly dilated, and there’s a spark there you’d seen before. Similar to the one he gets when you bicker, but this one is different, this one is softer. This must be the alcohol making you imagine things… right?

Before you can tell yourself to do it, you’re nodding. The corners of his mouth lift the tiniest bit, and then you hear the click of the seatbelt, now buckled in place.

Taking advantage of the position, he tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear and looks at you one last time before leaning back and closing the door. Leaving you so dumbfounded, you don’t even know your name right now.

He steps into the drivers seat and starts the car, turning on the radio but keeping the volume low.

You stay quiet. What the fuck. What was that?

“There’s water in there, you should drink some.” He points at the pocket of your door without taking his eyes off the road.

You nod even though he’s not looking at you and take the bottle, emptying the contents on your stomach. You actually did need it.

“So… wanna, um… play a game or something?” He taps his fingers on the wheel anxiously.

“Is that a trap?” You scowl.

He frowns, this time looking at you for a second “What do you mean?”

You make a face, is he playing dumb right now? “I mean this Steven is NOT the Steven I’m used to. Is this a prank? Are you gonna dump me in the side of the road or something?”

“What? No! Why would- I’d never- I’m not doing that, no.” He shakes his head flabbergasted.

“Then why are you being so nice?”

“Because-“ He quiets for a minute, like thinking of what to say “I don’t know, I just- I want to.” He takes a peek at you.

Your frown softens, and he keeps going “Im honestly growing a little tired of having to come up with new ways to bug you.” He chuckles softly “Also… you’re a good friend to my friends, so we’re going to be around each other a lot. And it would be a lot easier… if we just… got along. So-“ He takes a deep breath “I’m waving the white flag, you win.” He holds an imaginary flag in his fingers, throwing it back and forth.

You win.

It doesn’t feel like a victory.

Not at all. It just feels… weird.

He holds your gaze for a minute before turning it to the road again.

Maybe I’d be nice to get along with Steve. It’d make work easier. Plus, hanging out with him, Eddie and Robin wouldn’t be so bad.

“What kind of game?” You surrender, looking out the window so you don’t have to also look at him in the eye.

You can hear his smile “Uh… I spy?”

You scoff a laugh “what are you, six?”

He laughs a little too “Ok, ok… you’re right. Um… maybe we could- if you want to, do like- 20 questions?”

“Calm down Steven, I’m not gonna jump you.” You joke, relaxing into the seat. The buzz in your system starting to fade out “20 questions is fine.”

He lays back a little too, both of you getting more comfortable. The ride back to your house is pretty long, so you could use a distraction.

“Ok, I’ll start… What’s your favorite color?”

You grin “That’s your question?”

“Shut up, I’m just warming up.”

“Alright, alright.” You tell him the color.

He nods “that’s nice.”

The silence lasts two beats too long.

You snort loudly “This is so awkward.” You caress your right arm lightly, as if it’ll help lift up the uncomfortable air between you.

“Of course it’s awkward, this is new for you, and me.” He taps your arm in a friendly manner “Lets go, ask me a question.”

“Ok, uh… why did you wanna be an actor?” You look at him now, actually curious about the answer.

“Hmmm… that’s a good one. I worked at a video rental back at home when I graduated high school, Robin also worked there. I didn’t really have much to do all day so we just spent hours watching movies until a client came in. I guess it made me wonder how cool I’d be to be the one in front of the screen. And well, here I am.”

“Is it?”

“Is it what?” He turns to see you.

“Cool.”

He shrugs in his seat “It’s fine. Maybe I build it up too greatly in my head, but it’s nice. I mean it’s pretty interesting, but it might be overrated. The industry is not as magical as the movies are.”

You tilt your head understanding, you’ve also worked in the industry and although not in the same level, you do know it’s not as great as they make it up to be. Not great at all.

“What about you?” He ponders “What made you get interested in makeup and all that?”

You look away, reliving the memory like it was yesterday “When I was a kid, my parents used to go to a lot of fund-raisers, events, parties… You name it and they’d be there. My mom was in charge of a lot of their decorations so I’d be weird if they didn’t show up, you know? Anyway, I would sit in my moms bed and watch her get ready for every gathering, watch her put on her fancy makeup and all these shimmery things on her face.” You smile at the image “And one day, I was sad because my-“ you clear your throat. “Um, my brother had broken one of my dolls by accident, and whatever, you know how kids get. I was all mushy and teary eyed, and to make me feel better, she let me put her makeup on.” You shake off the mention of another time, another family, and put on a bright smile “It turned out horribly of course, but ever since then I’ve loved to play with it and experiment and just, I don’t know, it calms me.”

You look up to find him staring at you with a soft look. As soon as he catches you staring, he goes back to studying the road.

“Back to you Steven, what’s the most rebellious thing you’ve ever done?” You wiggle your eyebrows.

“Oooh, straight to the good questions, I see.” He taps the wheel with one hand, simulating a drumroll. You copy him, drumming your hands on the dashboard. “I once slept with a director’s wife.”

Your jaw touches the floor “You did not.”

His smirk grows wider, and he giggles raising his hands “I didn’t know she was taken! I swear! But in short, he fount out.”

You clap your hand on your mouth, eyes widening impossibly bigger “No!”

“Yes!” He chuckles “The worst thing is, he wasn’t even mad.” He shakes his head like even he finds it unbelievable “It was like a thing they’d do, then he asked me to join them. Safe to say, I dropped out of the movie.” His teeth show in the big grin he’s wearing, and you can’t help but think he really suits it.

“But… you didn’t join them, right?”

“Of course not! Who do you think I am?” He gives you a bewildered look.

“Sorry, sorry, had to ask.” You giggle a little.

The ride home is filled with stupid questions, you had so much fun, it felt like you’d just met a new friend. It felt like a new beginning.

You hadn’t laughed this much in a long time, and you hadn’t to admit, Steve Harrington was definitely growing on you.

“So… quick question, how difficult was it to say I won before?” You cross your arms mischevously.

“Oh you have no idea.” He fakes a horrified look, and you both break out laughing.

When the laughter has died down, you decide is time to ask what’s been racking at your brain all these weeks.

“Now, I’m curious, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, but,” you turn you body to the left, positioning yourself to take him in better. “What’s your deal with Angela? Like, why’d you get so mad at me for getting her job and all that?”

He looks taken aback by the question, like he didn’t expect it, but responds nonetheless “She was my makeup artist before you.”

“Duh, I know that.” You roll your eyes playfully. “But what else?”

He takes a deep breath “She uh… She just meant a lot to me. I’m not- not to, like, I’m not saying it to sound like a charity case or anything, I know I’m not. But my parents weren’t really around like, ever. So Angela felt like a parent in some way. She didn’t even go out of her way or anything, she just did her job, but, she’s nurturing in a way, and she always talked to me in such a motherly way. I realize now that must’ve just been her personality but I don’t know, it made me get really close to her. So when she left, and-“ he scratches his jaw “And she didn’t even say goodbye or reach out to me or anything… Well it hurt a little.” Your features soften, getting where he’s coming from “And I guess when I saw she had a replacement already I… I resented you for it.”

He shifts uncomfortably “I… I’m sorry about that by the way.”

“Oh, it’s ok, I-“

“No it’s not.” He gives you a tight lipped smile “I was pretty shaken up and took it out on you. You didn’t deserve that, and I’m sorry.”

You return his smile.

You sit back straight again and mess up his hair lightheartedly “All is forgiven, my friend.”

His eyes light up again, and he gives you a mischievous smile “Oh so we’re friends now?”

You snicker a little “It’s a saying, I don’t actually mean it.”

“Nah, I don’t believe you, I think you want to be my friend.” He shakes his head with a chuckle “Then again, who wouldn’t?”

“Ok, rockstar, calm down.” You grin. Pushing him playfully.

The car slows down, and you don’t even notice you’ve reached your house until the car is parked in front of your porch.

“Thank you for taking me.” You unbuckle your seatbelt and shamelessly stretch your arms “You’re actually not that bad.”

He puts a hand on his chest, feigning gratitude “That’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me.”

“Yeah, well, don’t mention it.” You open the car door and start stepping out of the vehicle.

“Can’t promise I won’t.” He exclaims. You stick your tongue out immaturely.

“Goodnight friend.” He waves goodbye.

“Goodnight.” You go to close the door but he stops you, holding it open and making eye contact with you. Like you’re missing something.

“Goodnight what?” He raises an eyebrow.

You scoff “Goodnight Steven.”

“Nu-uh, that’s not it.” He shakes his head no, looking at you with fake disappointment.

You roll your eyes and lower yourself so you’re closer to him “Goodnight friend.” You pointedly close the door with the last word, the window open so he can still hear you.

“Atta girl, see you Monday.” He smirks patronizingly, and you step back, ushering him away.

“See you.” You mutter when he’s backed up the car and can’t hear you anymore. He drives away and you’re still standing on your driveway.

You don’t know how to feel about this.

It’s a big change, a monumental one. But is it for the better? You certainly hope so.

You guess you’ll just have to wait and see.

Steve Harrington. Your friend. What a weird world we live in.

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Hii! I hope you liked it!

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Mars in signs

Mars in Aries

Mars in Aries is like having a supercharged engine in a sports car. People with this placement tend to be bold, assertive, and full of energy. They're not ones to sit around and wait for things to happen – they go out and make them happen. That impulsive action and independent streak make them a force to be reckoned with. They're quick to act, competitive, and always up for a challenge. Honesty and directness are their trademarks; they have the physical energy to back up their courageous approach to life. When you've got Mars in Aries, it's like having a firecracker lit under you – you're ready to go full speed ahead!

Mars in Taurus

Mars in Taurus brings a super persistent and steady vibe. People with this placement have a practical approach to everything they do and possess some serious willpower. They're patient and focused on stability, and once they set their sights on a goal, they're determined to make it happen.

These folks are all about that sensual and physical energy, taking slow but deliberate action toward their desires. They're resistant to change and value endurance and stamina. These individuals provide a grounded and unwavering presence in a constantly changing world.

Mars in Gemini

Gemini Mars individuals are like the Energizer Bunny on steroids - quick, adaptable, and always on the move. Their mental agility is off the charts, and they can switch gears faster than a Formula 1 car. They're the kind of people who can't sit still for too long and are always on the lookout for the next adventure.

These folks are curious cats and have a relentless thirst for knowledge. They ask a million questions and always dig deeper to uncover the truth. Their smooth communication skills can charm the socks off just about anyone. Plus, they're great at juggling multiple tasks without breaking a sweat.

But here's the catch - Gemini Mars individuals get bored faster than you can say "boredom." They need constant mental stimulation and variety to keep them engaged. Their playful and witty nature makes them the life of the party, and they're always ready with a clever solution to any problem thrown their way.

Oh, and good luck trying to win a debate with them. Their verbal skills are top-notch, and they thrive on a fierce debate. Overall, Gemini Mars folks are a force to be reckoned with, and you definitely want them on your team when quick thinking and communication are key.

Mars in Cancer

Mars in Cancer is all about wearing your heart on your sleeve. People with this placement tend to be emotionally driven, making decisions based on their feelings and intuition rather than cold, hard logic. They're incredibly protective of their loved ones and will go to great lengths to ensure their safety and security.

These folks have a knack for picking up on subtle cues and often take an indirect approach to getting what they want. They may be sensitive to conflict, preferring to avoid confrontation whenever possible. However, when motivated, they can be surprisingly persistent and will stop at nothing to achieve their goals.

Mars in Cancer individuals are caring and nurturing, with a strong home-oriented focus. They can also be quite defensive by nature, especially when they feel their security or loved ones are threatened. While they may sometimes suppress their anger, it's important to remember that it's there, bubbling beneath the surface.

Mars in Leo

Mars in Leo brings a confident and bold energy to the table. People with this placement often have a creative drive that fuels their passionate pursuits. They are leadership-oriented and tend to approach life with a dramatic flair. They bring a strong sense of pride and generous energy to their endeavors. Focused on recognition, they are charismatic and magnetic, drawing others to them effortlessly. They are loyal and determined individuals who inspire others with their bold and passionate approach to life.

Mars in Virgo

Mars in Virgo folks are all about that detail-oriented action. They're practical and methodical, with a knack for dotting every "i" and crossing every "t." These people have perfectionist tendencies and are hardworking. They're service-oriented and thrive when they can be efficient and organized. Health-conscious is their middle name, and they have an analytical mindset that doesn't miss a beat. They might seem reserved when it comes to passion, but trust me, it's there simmering beneath the surface. And when they do speak up, their constructive criticism is always on point.

Mars in Libra

Libra Mars peeps are all about keeping the peace. They've got this super charming and social vibe, always working the room with their diplomatic approach. They're all about finding that sweet balance spot, but man, can they be indecisive sometimes! These folks are all about their relationships; that's what keeps them motivated. They're not ones for direct conflict, preferring to smooth things over tactfully and fairly. Libra Mars crew are all about cooperative energy and focusing on harmony - they like to take strategic action to keep things chill and pleasant for everyone.

Mars in Scorpio

Mars in Scorpio brings a deep intensity to everything you do. You're fiercely determined and have the emotional strength to tackle even the toughest challenges. Driven by a need for control and transformation, you don't give up easily and tend to work behind the scenes with powerful, strategic moves. You're also magnetic and mysterious, drawing people in with your enigmatic energy. Your relentless pursuit of goals and fearless nature make you a force to be reckoned with.

Mars in Sagittarius

Sagittarius Mars folks are all about that adventurous and bold energy. They're the types to jump headfirst into new experiences without a second thought. With their optimistic vibes, they exude a contagious, can-do attitude that just can't be held back.

These freedom-loving individuals despise anything that feels confining or restrictive. They thrive on direct and honest communication, and they're driven by their unquenchable thirst for exploration. You'll find them constantly on the move, their restless and active nature always propelling them forward.

Mars in Capricorn

You're ambitious and super goal-oriented, always hustling to climb that ladder of success. Practical and strategic thinking is your jam, and you're highly determined to make things happen. Patience is your virtue, and you methodically approach everything. Your work ethic is off the charts, and you thrive in a structured and organized environment. You're all about that long-term success and have some serious self-control (even if it is damaged by other planets, you have that in you; it just needs to be opened up). People know they can rely on you because you're super reliable and responsible.

Mars in Aquarius

So, if you've got Mars in Aquarius, you're all about that independent and unconventional vibe. You're not one to follow the crowd - in fact, you're all about breaking the mold and being innovative and forward-thinking. You've got this rebellious spirit and are determined to shake things up, even if it means being a bit detached at times.

You're all about change and progress. You're motivated by shaking things up and moving forward. And let's not forget that you've got a highly intellectual approach to everything you do. You're all about the big ideas and the visionary thinking.

You prefer to work in a group effort to get things done. You thrive in collaborative environments where everyone's ideas can come together to create something truly original and experimental. At the end of the day, you're driven by your ideals and making a positive impact on the world.

Mars in Pisces

Pisces Mars people are seriously compassionate and gentle souls. They approach life with a lot of empathy and understanding, and their actions are often driven by their emotions. They're not big on direct conflict, preferring to navigate situations flexibly and intuitively. Their creative drive and imagination are off the charts, and they're always down for some spiritual and dreamy vibes. Sometimes, they can be inconsistent, but they're like a force of nature when inspired. Plus, they tend to be self-sacrificing, putting others before themselves.

[ldysmfrst]

American Mate (10) - A Date in the Right Direction

Paring: Hybrid!BTS Ot7 x Plus-sized Human FemReader

Status: Ongoing series

Chapter number: 10 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 13,065

Work count for Story: 69,332

Genre: Hybrid Playmate Au inspired by works created by @yoongiofmine

A little about the author: I am a mother of two beautiful children, one of whom has special needs, and the other loves everyone. I am currently not working because of a broken foot. I started a Patreon, and I would be grateful if you donated to help me make ends meet while I am out of work.

Warnings: (I am not good at this, but I will try. Let me know if I missed anything!!) NOT BETA READ!! This story will have a bit of angst, fluff, smut, f/m, m/m, and m/f/m. This chapter does have mentions of lost pregnancy, pack dynamics, comfort, Alpha/Luna vibes, and close proximity, but mainly, it is just Fluff.

BTS HYBRID ANIMAL TYPES: Seokjin - Roan Ferret, Yoongi - Black Jaguar, Hoseok - Marten, Namjoon - Alaskan Timber Wolf, Jimin - Red Panda, Taehyung - White Southwest African Tiger, Jungkook - Flemish Giant Rabbit

AMERICAN MATE MASTER LIST / LDYSMFRST MASTER LIST

The next morning, you completely departed from your usual routine. You had meticulously set your alarm for 7:30 a.m., anticipating that a quick shower would suffice before your medical appointment. But fate had other plans in store for you.

Shuffling, giggling, and the hushed “Quiet Kookie” woke you. Wait… is that water running? What time… what?

Stretching as you blink your eyes, you end up face to face with Jungkook, “Ah! Jungkook! What are you doing?”

“Good morning, my sweets,” the bunny smiled brightly with his big eyes. No care in the world that he just woke you with a scared startle.

Still hearing movement, you take a look around. Jungkook is kneeling on the bed but not inside your fort. Yoongi has popped his head out of your bathroom, and Seokjin stands at the entry door with a tray.

“Good morning, Jungkook, Seokjin, Yoongi. What time is it?’ rubbing your eyes and stretching again. Man, that was your deepest sleep in a long time.

Each Alpha wants to coo at your cute little stretches, which are maddeningly hidden by Taehyung’s blanket.

Seokjin is the first to snap out of watching you, “It’s almost 7 a.m., dear. I have a light breakfast, and Yoongi is drawing a bath for you. We want to make sure you're comfortable and ready for your day.”

Looking at Seokjin with a bit of a question furrowing your brow. Yoongi retreats into the bathroom now that he sees you are not upset at the intrusion.

 “Sweets, we heard your doctor’s appointment was this morning. I hate doctor’s appointments, and we thought it might be uncomfortable for you, too,” Jungkook says while he giggles at your expression.

“Thank you, Alphas. I was going to try a shower today, but a bath sounds good,” you say. A smile blooms on your face at the knowledge that the Alphas are trying to make your day good; it’s kind of cute.

“Princess, the bath is ready. I used the Cassia and Cherry scented bath bomb for you today. I set a towel to the side for you like last time. When you are done, please call for any of us to help dry your hair, okay?” asks Yoongi as he heads toward the door.

“Sure thing, Yoongi. Thank you again.” With another smile, Yoongi looks pointedly at the youngest packmate before leaving to get ready, presumably.

“Jin, is breakfast something that will get cold, or can I eat it after the bath?” you ask. Meanwhile, you note that Jungkook has scooted closer to you but still not close enough to touch you or your fort.

“It’s a simple breakfast: just some fruits and a bagel with cream cheese,” his eyes widened. He looked at the tray and then back at you. “You do like fruit, bagels, and cream cheese, right?”

Giggling, you kick out of the blankets and start scooting toward him. “Who doesn’t like those? They would be crazy not to like those!” You look at the array of foods on the tray, “Thank you, Jin. It looks good. Oh, you got mangos, my favorite!”

You happily take a large bite of the slice and close your eyes to enjoy the burst of flavor. Seokjin watches you eat intensely, and Jungkook approaches your side.

Opening your eyes, you look back at the bunny, asking, “Can you have mangos?” At his nodding, you offer him to take the rest of the mango in your hand. Leaning forward, Jungkook eats the mango from your hand. His lips barely touch your fingertips, temporarily short-circuiting you.

You immediately drop your hand and look back at Seokjin, only to notice he is watching Jungkook eat. You feel like you are getting too warm over witnessing something as mundane as eating fruit, but then you remember the look Seokjin gave you when he fed you that first dinner. Looking between the two, it feels more like it should be between mates only.

“Umm... I am gonna go take that bath now,” you say softly. Bolting into the walk-in closet, you look for something comfortable and yours to wear today. You pull out a pair of leggings, a sports bra, a crisscross tank, and a non-thousand-dollar sweater.

When you leave the closet, you notice that the tray has been left at the end of the bed, and the two remaining Alphas have left the room.

Softly, you bang your head on the door frame and mumble, “Good job, y/n. Way to keep professionalism.”

Your mind didn’t focus on any one thing as you dried off and dressed. That seems to be your mode right now. Your mind is like a laptop with 20 tabs open, and you cannot figure out where the music is coming from or what language it is even in. Walking out of the bathroom, you towel off your hair and head to the door to ask Yoongi for help, as instructed.

At the sound of your name being called from inside the bedroom, you jump and spin around to see Seokjin sitting down with a brush and cordless hair dryer.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, but it sounded like you were almost done with your bath. I wanted to help you with your hair,” Seokjin says, holding up the tools as if to help prove that he was being honest. “That and I wanted to talk to you while you ate.”

“It’s okay, Jin. I had joked with Yoongi earlier about getting him and Taehyung a bell, but now I think it’s not them being sneaky,” you say, shaking your head and making your way to sit on the bed in front of the eldest Alphas.

You smile as you relish the feeling of someone else brushing your hair. Reaching out with your good hand, you pull the food tray closer and start munching. The mango, strawberries, and grapes are so fresh. The bagel and cream cheese also tasted like they were made this morning.

Behind you, Seokjin noticed how tangled your hair was still. This prompted him to go into the bathroom and get some leave-in conditioner. As Yoongi did after Namjoon’s failed proposal of your so-to-be new position, Seokjin gently brushes your hair.

When he goes to blow dry your hair, you turn around, stopping him from continuing, and ask, “Jin, umm… I wasn’t able to wash my hair as well as I would like to have. Can someone take me to a salon to wash it?”

“You could have asked one of us to help, dear,” Seokjin says, quickly adding. “Like to wash it over the sink or something.”

“I didn’t think of that. Not used to having people willing to help me,” you respond, looking down shyly, knowing that you had, in fact, thought of that but didn’t want to overstep.

Putting a finger under your chin, Seokjin tilts your head back to look at him. “I understand. It will take time to depend on the seven of us, but we are all here for you. I will see what I can do about getting your hair done. For now, what would you like me to do, dear?”

Thinking about a temporary style that wouldn’t look like trash, you say, “I would normally braid it, but that won’t work. Mabe a bun?”

“I can do a bun or see if Tae is still here. He has sisters, so I am sure he knows how to braid,” he offers.

“A bun is fine. We don’t have much time, and you said you wanted to talk to me,” you say, turning around and resuming your munching.

“I did… wanna talk to you.” Finishing up the bun, he puts the brushes in your bathroom and asks, “Namjoon talked to you about the outings that the pack wants to do with you, right?”

“Oh yes, it was Jimin who told me at my flat. I think it is nice of the pack to want to do that. I thought this would be more of a group activity kind of pack since you are all bonded. It shows you cannot make assumptions,” you giggle, happy but nervous about spending alone time with each of them.

“Right, I may love my mates together, but sometimes you just need some alone or one-on-one time,” smiles Seokjin with a shake of his head and rolled eyes.

Sitting on the other side of the food tray, he can see that you have avoided all the different melons on the plate. With a curious look, he asks, “You don’t like melons?”

“Not really. I mean, I will eat watermelon and cantaloupe if that is the only fruit, but I am not much of a honeydew fan,” you answer while scrunching your face in distaste at the idea of eating the permanently green, underripe-looking fruit.

Seeing his shoulders drop at your response, You take a grape, eat it, and smile, “It was a great breakfast for not knowing me that well, Alpha.”

Smiling softly, he notes that he will tell the rest of the pack to avoid melons at all costs and stock up on strawberries, grapes, and mangoes.

“So, the umm… outings. It will be interesting to fit them into your guys’ schedules soon. This first week is practically shot since it’s almost over, and the contract hasn’t even been finalized yet. Will they start next week if all goes well?” you ask, hoping to get back to his main topic.

“Actually, that is what I wanted to talk to you about,” Seokjin gently takes your hands in his. “Y/n, I know the contract isn’t finished, but it really doesn’t matter. It’s more like a formality than anything at this point.”

You think of how everything has not followed standard operational procedures. You can hear Derek yelling at you about legalities. You nod slowly in hesitant agreement, waiting for him to continue.

“With that being said, Miss Y/n,” Seokjin looks into your eyes, allowing his confidence and childlike anticipation to show. “Would you do me the honor of joining me tonight?”

You automatically feel your face burst into a blush at his question. For some reason, you thought they would just tell you who would take you and where. But no. Kim Seokjin, the talented singer of the world-famous K-pop group, is asking you to join him… tonight. The contract is not set; you haven’t passed anything yet, and he is still asking.

After letting the slight shock and embarrassment of being asked out by the eldest Bangtan packmate, knowing that the pack had already planned and agreed upon this, you smile, “Tonight sounds great, Jin.”

Why does it feel like you just agreed to go on a date with the eldest member of the Bangtan pack?

The doctor took you into your room and performed the physical exam, wanting to get that out of the way as quickly as possible. Given its vulnerability, something about it makes the Alphas feel uneasy. Now, you are all sitting in the dining room, an alpha on each side, with the focus laser-focused on Dr. Blackwell, who seems not to be affected at all.

“Miss Y/n, these questions are personal in nature, and you can deny the presence of the Alphas at your side. They would be required to leave the packhouse and be out of earshot so you can answer comfortably. Do you want them to stay or leave?” the Doctor asks.

Feeling the hybrids at your side shift at the notion of having to leave you, you answer, “They can stay, Dr. Blackwell. Everything you ask will be in a report and added to the contract for them all to see anyway.”

“Very well,” she finally glances at the two men. “If either of you thinks you may hear things you do not want to hear, please take your leave now.”

“We are good,” Yoongi replies, and Jungkook nods in agreement.

“All right. Well, Miss Y/n, can you tell me of your family history, any health conditions, addictions, or genetic background?” the doctor asks.

“Sure. My brother is healthy like a horse and is currently backpacking around the Blue Ridge Mountain range. My mother is relatively healthy but does drink heavily in social situations. My grandparents were healthy too and drank socially also.”

“Are those your mother’s parents?” the doctor asks for clarification.

“Oh yes, this is all my mom’s side,” you reply. I don’t know anything about my father’s side. He was only in my life until I was about 10 or 11. He and my mother divorced, and Mom took away all contact with him and that side of the family.”

“You don’t know your dad?” Jungkook asks with a frown. Bunny hybrids live in large family colonies, so it doesn’t make sense to him that you don’t have contact with your dad, much less what sounds like little contact with your brother.

“No, I don’t. I tried to find him when I turned 18, but my mother threatened to disown me and stuff, so … yeah. I had tried for almost a year before she found out. He would have contacted me by now if he wanted to.” Placing your hand on Jungkook’s, you smile softly at him, “It’s been years, Thumper. I am okay.”

“What about your personal history, Miss Y/n?” the doctor says, getting everyone back on track.

“Well, besides my being considered obese by medical standards,” you hear a soft growl from the jaguar but continue, “I have Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis. The main symptoms I experience are tiredness, inability to lose weight, some food sensitivities, and pretty much cold 24/7.”

“Can you list your food sensitivities, please?” The doctor pulls out a separate paper to take notes, “This is imperative for the contract, as all dietary restrictions must be factored in, Miss Y/n.”

“Umm... yeah. I can typically find my way around it, so there are no restrictions to worry about,” you hurriedly say, trying to find a way to avoid the question.

“Princess, Hyung is going to want to know the specifics. His love language is food; remember his promise to keep you well-fed. This will help ensure he doesn’t hurt you in the process,” encourages Yoongi.

“Yeah, sweets. Even Jin-hyung is allergic to garlic, Tae Tae cannot eat spicy foods, and Joonie and Jiminnie-hyung don’t eat seafood. I don’t think it's an allergy for them, but it might as well be,” Jungkook adds, trying to help you feel comfortable.

“Okay,” you nod at both and turn to the doctor. “I am allergic to chocolate. Citrus and spices give me blisters in my mouth. Sometimes, bananas and avocados make my mouth itchy because of my latex allergy, but I love them. I don’t have a gallbladder, so I avoid red meat for the most part.”

You glance at the jaguar hybrid beside you, expecting a negative response. However, you are met with a gummy smile and a tail wrapping around your thigh, “Thank you for sharing, Princess. You and Joonie can share all the surf and turf meals.”

This causes everyone to laugh, effectively making the mood lighter than before.

You continue to answer a series of questions, and then you come to the questions that you hate: the social history, a.k.a. ‘how lame your sex life is’ questions.

“Miss Y/n, since the Bangtan Pack has requested that the rut clause not be included, we have to ask you about things that will affect that. It's best to rapid-fire these to avoid any awkwardness,” the doctor suggests while giving the two Alphas stern looks.

“Sure, rapid-fire works, Dr. Blackwell.”

“Gender at birth?”

“Female.”

“Identify as?”

“The same.”

“Orientation?”

“Heterosexual and sapiosexual.” Piquing the interest of the Alphas at your side, but the doctor presses on.

“Ever had intercourse?’

“Yes.”

“Pregnancies?”

“Yes, one that failed. I had a miscarriage.” Jungkook’s hand squeezes yours as Yoongi’s tail softly brushes your forearm, which is still securely around your thigh.

“Last sexual encounter?

“Th… three years ago. I.. I stopped when I had the miscarriage.”

“Birth Control?”

“IUD implanted shortly after the miscarriage.”

“Well, I think that is all. Your IUD will still be usable for another 2 years, and the bloodwork will tell us if there is anything else to worry about.”

“Thank you, Dr. Blackwell. I will walk you out and… I think I will walk around the property to get some fresh air.”

Both you and the doctor go outside, chatting about random things.

When she goes to get into the car, she stops you from walking off, “Miss Y/n, I didn’t ask with the pack being there, but do you want any information on a therapist?”

“Oh no, Thank you, Dr. Blackwell. I can give you Ryan’s number if you need it for the report. He is the Licensed Social Worker that I was seeing until about a year ago.”

“Yes, unfortunately, without his report, I would need to do a psych assessment for the contract.” With that, you gave her all the information for Ryan before she got in her car and left.

You also decided to call him on your walk and to make sure to get the proper forms to release the sensitive information. Being a good therapist, he questions how you are doing, if you are having any complications with all the questions, and the change in your situation.

You don’t hold back and let your former therapist know everything. At the end of it all, you realize you have no issues with what has happened. You are playing your future with caution, and today’s visit wasn’t as terrifying or problematic as you thought it might be.

Inside the packhouse, however, Yoongi and Jungkook were very much dealing with how worrisome the doctor’s visit had become for them about you.

Once you and the doctor left, they went to Yoongi’s den and chatted with Namjoon and Seokjin over the phone. Yoongi went over everything that had happened during the doctor’s visit.

Seokjin was the calmest of the four. He was happy to learn about the dietary restrictions now and not during your date with him tonight. Being the eldest, he figured you had had an entire life before them. Your reactions to their advantages, the level of panic in certain situations, and your negative self-image have already told him more than enough.

Namjoon remained primarily silent throughout the conversation. With every new bit of information, he resolves to talk with your family pack without you being solidified. Not to mention, his Alpha now wants to ensure that your experiences with the pack are top-notch. He smiles, knowing Jin’s plans for tonight will hopefully start things off on the right track.

Ending the call, Yoongi and Jungkook head back downstairs and outside. They can hear you walking around the yard, but you are talking to someone about Dr. Blackwell and records. Considering that you made this call without them, they sit on the back patio. This allows them to watch over you, calming their Alphas by providing protection while respecting your privacy.

Bangtan Pack Group Chat

Prime (Namjoon): Hey guys, I want to ask you all something. Hob-ah already knows about this because we talked about it last night. Prime: After Y/n’s appointment today, which revealed a few new things, I think this idea is really our best bet. Mochi (Jimin): What is it, Hyung? V (Taehyung): What happened at her appointment? Is she okay? WWH (Seokjin): She is fine, but there were some concerns, which we will discuss later. Namjoon, what is your idea? Prime: I want to go and talk to the Y/l/n Pack. Bun (Jungkook): You did that already, though, with Jimin and Yoongi-hyung.  You wanna go again? Seokie (Hoseok): Let him talk Kookie! Bun: Sorry. Prime: It’s OK, Kookie. Thank you, Hobi-hyung. I want to go but I want to go without Y/n. Yoons (Yoongi): You better have a good reason to see a pack without their Luna, Namjoon. Prime: I want to tell them Y/n is our mate. Bun: So we are okay with lying to her but not to her pack? Seokie: No, Bunny. We are not lying to her. We are waiting till the right time to tell her. Bun: Same difference. Prime: Talking with her pack and letting them know might get them to tell us more about her and how to tell without her running from us. WWH: I agree with Yoongi. This is playing with fire. But it may be our best chance. They could help open her mind to the idea. Prime: Does anyone want to go with me? Bun: Nope. Not even. She will be the next person I tell about the mate bond. Yoons: I am with Jungkook on this one. I will stay out of this. V: I will go with you, Hyung. I would like to meet her family pack to start with. Seokie: I will go, too. WWH: When is this happening? Prime: I don’t know yet. I was hoping for tonight. Prime: but maybe this weekend will be better? Mochi: Sorry, but Manager Sejin asked what was happening. Mochi: He thinks this is a good idea. The weekend would work best. Mochi: also, Seokjin and Namjoon should go, but no more than 4 Mochi: So, I am out. I saw them, and I still have other stuff. WWH: If you plan it this weekend, I will go. Tonight, I am taking Y/n out on a date. Prime: Okay, Jin and Hobi-hyung plus TaeTae and I. Got it.

“Hello, this is Sejin,” he answers on the second ring.

“Manager Sejin, it’s Y/n,” you quickly identify yourself, but you're not sure if he has your number saved. “How are you today?”

“Oh, Miss Y/n! Hi. I am doing well. Thank you for asking. Yourself?” he says, seemingly surprised by your call.

“I am doing, umm… well, I’m ok,” you hesitate to ask why the two Alphas are avoiding you.

“Yeah, should I pretend to believe you?” asks the BTS manager. Of course, he isn’t going to notice, but at least he is giving you an out.

“Can we put a pin in it for now? I want to go over a few things with you first,” you ask. While the missing or avoidant Alphas are really bothering you, you aren’t their mother, and other things are more pressing at the moment.

“Sure thing. What did you want to discuss? Actually, how did you get my number?” His voice was light. He accepted the random call and was still curious about why and how.

“Your number is the only number listed on the preliminary contract, Manager Sejin,” you giggle slightly.

“Oh yeah, sorry, most Playmates don’t get a preliminary contract. Anyway, is there something I can help you with?” he asks, probably busy and wanting to get to the point of the call.

“Yes, but first– Dr. Blackwell has come and gone. She did the full physical exam, blood sample, and full history. I also gave Dr. Blackwell my prior therapist's phone number. After she left, I contacted him, and he said he would email me the ROI so I could sign electronically.”

“Wonderful news. You can tell this isn’t your first rodeo, even if you haven't been a Playmate before,” he says with an air of appreciation for your knowledge.  “Aside from the mental health report, everything else should be done by tomorrow afternoon.”

“Ryan is already working on a mental health summary report and will have it ready by tonight. He is really quick with that. He is a PMS contracted therapist, Manager Sejin,” you explain.

“That is even more perfect. Nothing seems concerning on our end, or the doctor would have already called me,” says the manager, pleased at how smooth things are going.

“Well, one would think that nothing is concerning,” you say, clearing your throat.

Glancing at your door and deciding you are unsure where the Alphas are now in the house, you move to the bathroom, close the door, and turn on the sink.

“Miss Y/n are... Are you in the kitchen?” he asks.

“No, I am hiding in the bathroom. I don’t know where Yoongi and Jungkook are, but they have been… umm, well… they have been observing me from afar,” you explain, bringing you to the concern and reason for the call.

“Observing from afar? Like, what do you mean?” he requests for clarification.

“After the doctor left, I took a walk outside because some of the information at the end was intense but not unpleasant… for me.” You nibble on your bottom lip, “But maybe they aren’t okay with it.”

“Okay. I agree that their behavior indicates that something is off,” he starts. After a beat continues, “Have you tried going to them? Maybe they are giving you some space.”

“No, I got nervous. I guess I got used to them always coming to me,” you contemplate. “Oh! Can you possibly have someone take me to the salon?”

“Umm, I take it you have no idea what you are doing for your date tonight?” he says with a hint of amusement.

Your breath catches in your throat when he calls tonight a date. You turn off the sink and walk back to the bedroom.

Is that what this is?

Is that what he called it?

Does the pack know?

“Well, yes, to all that,” answers the hamster hybrid. “Seokjin said you agreed to go out with him tonight. Is he supposed to call it something else?”

“Shit! I said that all out loud?” you whined.

Manager Sejin chuckles, “Miss Y/n. It is okay. All of them know about your date with Seokjin tonight. I think that may explain the distance.”

“They do? It does?” You sit on the edge of your bed. The revelation that everyone is calling this a date has you reeling.

“They do and don’t tell them I told you, but everyone is nervous about it. Seokjin may not be the Prime Alpha, but… he is the oldest mate. There is significant pressure for him to make sure tonight goes well,” he explained.

“Oh, he could do a movie night in, and I would be happy,” you quickly reply, not wanting them to think that you expected something grand just because they were rich K-pop idols.

“Well, this is Kim Seokjin,” he comments, as if that should be enough of an answer before he adds, “I doubt you'll be having a movie night at the Pack House. I suspect he has more things planned for you than you realize.”

“Oh boy, I need to get my hair done then, ah… Where are we going? Do I need to go shopping? Do I have the right thing to wear?” you ask, the paranoia of looking like a slob next to the eldest packmate starting to build.

“Miss Y/n now is not the time to spiral,” reassures the manager. “He will let you know what is happening soon. Just be ready. Since it’s already lunchtime, I suggest snacking on something.”

“Wait, you still haven’t explained why tonight Jin has to do with Thumper and Yoongi staying away,” you circle back to the original topic.

“I'm going to try not to laugh at you calling Jungkook Thumper,” he says, clearing his throat and trying to mask his laughter. “I am sure you have heard that Alphas are territorial, right?”

“Riiiiight, but Namjoon said they weren’t territorial like that, and he didn’t think they would be with these… ah these dates,” you say, feeling a flutter.

“They won’t. What Yoongi and Jungkook are doing right now is why they won’t,” he explains.

“Oh, but we sat beside each other when I spoke to the doctor,” you bring up because apparently avoiding you earlier wasn’t an issue, but it is now, which is weird.

“Well, if you want to have a super happy Alpha tonight, you might want to change clothes and wash your hands but know you don’t have to. He isn’t the possessive one in the group,” informs the manager.

You were too nervous to eat now, so you looked around for the other two Alphas, which you knew had to be nearby.

Only to realize that you, a human, were trying to hunt down two adult male Alpha hybrids. One of them could turn into a bunny that could fit who knows where and has the prey instinct to hide. The other was an apex-like predator hybrid, and because of his sneakiness, you have already threatened to get a bell for him. Giving up, you returned to your room and wasted time scrolling through Tumblr and Instagram.

It has just hit 1 p.m. when you get a knock on your door. When you answer, you are met with a woman in a pantsuit who doesn’t say anything and hands you a phone. Looking at the screen, you see that there is an active call.

“Umm… Hello? This is Y/n,” you speak into the phone.

“Hello, my dearest,” replies the voice on the other end of the line.

“Jin! You had to send a bodyguard to call me?” you questioned.

“How else would I contact you? I haven’t been allowed to get your phone number. Her name is Jen, and she will be your driver today,” he says calmly.

“Ah yeah, I should get that to everyone, but why do I need a driver?” Smiling at the now-named woman, you cover the mic on the phone, “Hello Jen, I am Y/n.”

“Yes, you do,” he agrees. “Are you ready for tonight?”

“No, not even close,” you answer honestly. “I don’t know where we are going, so I don’t know what to wear. My hair is still in the bun. Yoongi and Thumper have been nowhere to be found in the last hour or more.”

You hear a low chuckle from the phone line and look at the phone with irritated confusion: “You’re laughing?”

“From now on, the only Alpha you need to worry your pretty little head with is… Me.” His voice has taken a lower tone than other times he has spoken to you, and there is something so stimulating about it. “Now, my dearest, please go with Jen. She will take you to Mare Salon in West Hollywood, and you will join me for an early dinner. Ready?”

“Yes, Alpha,” you respond quickly, instinctually not wanting to upset the Alpha, who controls the rest of your day. While you are not a pushover, you want to be open to tonight and figure you might as well go with the flow.

“Good. Please hand the phone back to Jen and get ready to leave,” orders the eldest Alpha.

Following his instructions, you hand the phone over. Then grab your purse, phone, and jacket. When you return to the door, Jen is no longer on the phone. “Ready when you are.”

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She leads you to a sleek, all-black Town Car and opens the back door for you. Taking your seat, you find an envelope with your name next to you. Inside is a handwritten letter which reads:

My dearest Y/n, I want you to know that I am in awe of your grace throughout this past week. Even in the ups and downs, you held your ground, spoke your mind, and brought a life to the pack that none of us knew was missing. Tonight, let us celebrate our paths crossing and our lives intertwining. Our first stop of the night is Mare Salon, and this is my first chance to show you that I can treat you as you should be. They will only show you options that can be completed in time to make our dinner reservation. Feel free to pick any of the packages offered. Enjoy yourself right now. See you soon, Kim Seokjin

You read the letter multiple times. He calls you his dearest as if you are something important to him, and he is treating you to a top-tier salon experience.

Seokjin may be known as Worldwide Handsome, but he is a Worldwide Charmer.

First, you had a personal attendant, probably because you were their only customer for the rest of the day.

Secondly, they offered you a smoothie of your choice, and you got a Peanut Butter Bananrama, which was so good.

Finally, you had so many spa packages to choose from. Ultimately, you picked a Tea Tree treatment and a hydration facial.

About halfway through your experience, you received a delivery with a large black box, a medium purple box, and a black bag. Automatically, a smile blooms on your face, and around you, the sounds of the staff cooing at the gesture have your face tinting pink. Attached to the large box is another envelope with your name on it. The letter inside reads:

Are you relaxing, my dearest? Let me know if they treat you like the Luna you are. Do not hesitate to ask Jen or the salon staff for anything. Once you have completed your pampering, Jen will drive you to meet me at the restaurant. I know you were concerned about what to wear tonight. I hope you do not mind, but I took care of that. Just as I promised, I will take care of you. Please let the one who delivered these to you know if any alterations are needed, and they will make the adjustments per your request. It shouldn’t be much longer, my dearest. See you soon, Seokjin

You really shouldn’t feel an emotional response from a mated man, but his words are so sweet that anyone would swoon. Over your shoulder, you hear the staff mention something about being committed to a fan service.

It’s like ice buckets get thrown over you—fan service. You have seen videos of Idols treating their fans to a day of fun with them. Just recently, you saw NCT 127 make dinner for a super fan.

You were becoming a playmate. This wasn’t much different. They would soon be paying you to be their friend, their companion. It’s nothing more. You continued the services you had requested.  Even after you reread the letter, the goods that were delivered remain untouched. You had been excited, but now the thrill of the letters and the day's excitement seemed dull and almost forced.

“Miss Y/n, you have a phone call,” your driver, Jen, said while handing you the same phone from before. Taking the phone, you smiled and nodded at Jen, then waited for her to move away.

Putting the phone to your ear, you answer, “Thank you for calling… wait, no. Sorry, Hello?”

You heard a soft sigh, “You didn’t open the gifts.”

Hearing the statement, you didn’t feel the need to say anything, but there was a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach.

“Dearest, why haven’t you opened them? Did I overstep a boundary?” he asked, concern dripping on every word.

You didn’t know what was worse: the sinking feeling that you had disappointed him by not opening his gifts or the feeling that you were making him feel guilty.

“Seokjin,” pausing to take a breath, you were interrupted.

“Seokjin? I am Seokjin again. What did… Y/N, please tell me where I went wrong?” he asked, his voice weak but somehow controlled.

“You haven’t done anything wrong, nor have you overstepped any boundaries,” you respond. Muttering to yourself, “Your service is top-notch.”

A confused sound is heard before he asks, “My what?”

“Shit. I didn’t mean to say that out loud. I am sorry, Jin,” you whine softly.

“Explain,” he states, his voice a new, more demanding tone you haven’t heard before.

“Fan service. The staff here are all giggly about how well you are treating me,” you answer. “Then, one mentioned how this was a committed fan service.”

Another sigh comes over the phone, “My dear, my dearest Y/n. This is not fan service. I have not, nor will I ever treat a fan in this way.  All of this is for you.”

“You don’t have to do all this for me. I am just me,” you counter.

“Yes, you are just you. My promise to you and only you is to ensure you eat well, so I am taking you to dinner,” he begins.

“Jin…” you breathed out.

“No, let me continue,” he cuts you off before continuing, “I had promised to keep you happy and healthy, and spoiling you with this spa hair trip and the gifts was my attempt to follow through on that promise.”

“All this is so much. It’s more than I ever have been given,” you try to keep going.

“I want to impress you, Y/n. Not as Worldwide Handsome or Kim Seokjin of BTS but as Jin, the eldest Prey Alpha of the Bangtan pack.” With a hopeful tone, he asks, “Can you allow me to do that for us?”

Now, Jen was pulling the car up to a very green door with a lovely painted woman’s face and the word Amore in green, fluorescent lights.

The first room has vine-covered brick walls and glass ceilings, giving the feeling of being outside. The booths are beautifully set with candles, and a lovely chandelier hangs in the center of the room. Continuing inside, you are greeted by large wooden panels along the main wall with built-in wine racks, highly decorative green and white walls, and a classic bar in the corner to your left.

There stands the first person you have seen since you arrived. She smiles softly at you and tilts her head, indicating that you should turn in the other direction.

Following her subtle hint, you turn only to be greeted with a sight that steals your breath.

Kim Seokjin

He is in all black.

Your eyes drop as you take in Seokjin’s appearance.

Classy wingtip dress shoes.

Dress slacks that are loose but accentuate the length of his legs.

The dress shirt with the top two buttons is undone, allowing you to glance at his collarbones.

Finally, you catch his eyes, which seem darker than usual. However, he doesn’t hold your gaze. Instead, his eyes travel along your body.

It’s like he was waiting for you to watch him as he assesses his gifts on you.

He has also dressed you in all black.

Your dress is made of tulle, and various parts have a dark silver metallic lining.

Your neck was a halter with a deep V-neck, which stopped with a cinched high waist and bellowed out into an asymmetrical high-low skirt. You found this in the large black box.

Out of the purple box, you discovered shoes that allowed you to show off your newly pedicured feet, colored with a deep blue polish. They were silver chain-buckled sandals with box heels that matched the lining of your dress.

Finally, the small bag contained a lovely pair of silver and sapphire earrings and a matching bracelet. The silver parts looked like a flower made of hearts, with gems lying between them.

As his eyes traveled back up your body, he found his voice, “You look stunning.”

“Thank you, Jin,” you say with a shy smile. “You are quite handsome as well.”

He holds his hand out to you, beckoning you forward and sliding your hand in, which feels natural. His warmth even pulls you in, relaxing the tension you didn’t realize you were holding.

“Thank you for my gifts, Alpha,” you say, genuinely loving each piece.

“I am sorry about your experience at the salon,” he apologizes. “Please don’t ever feel like we are just going through the motions. Everything that I do and that the pack does is for you.”

Nodding, you say, “Jen said something about the staff being jealous Army and that I needed to get used to them if I stuck around.”

“Ah, yes,” he says while guiding you into a small half-circle booth. His Alpha growled in his head, still wanting to fire the one who made you doubt the night's intentions.

When you sat down, you thought he would go to sit on the other side, but instead, he sat down on the same side, scooting you over to make enough room and draping his arm across the back of the couch.

“In Korea, the crazy ones are called sasaeng. Anyone with fame has to deal with them,” he comments with his eyes focused on you. “Sadly, you will also have to deal with them. You may end up getting your own, but we do our best to protect you from them.”

“I have heard of them. Probably more often than you think. They would sometimes show up to the office either trying to apply to be a Playmate or trying to catch an Idol coming through the halls.” Looking around the restaurant, “Jin, are we the only ones here?”

“Yes, I booked the whole restaurant. I wanted to make sure we had time to talk without getting bothered.” He gestures to the waitress that you saw when you came in.

“Jin, this is amazing. Have you ever been here?” you ask, still admiring the abeyance.

“Nope. It had excellent reviews online, and the chef was willing to accommodate our diets without complaint,” he said with a playfully bright smile.

He looks at the waitress and says, “Please let the chef know we are ready for the first course. I will stick with water for now, but my lady can have whatever she wants.”

“Miss, would you like to see the drink selection?” she asks, looking at me.

“Water. Ice water would be perfect, please, and thank you,” I reply.

“Make sure the water does not have a garnish. She is allergic to citrus,” he tells the waitress. Your jaw drops at the fact that he already knows this information.

“Oh, and please make sure the chef has read the restrictions. I do not want my lady to get sick while eating here,” his voice thick with authority said. From your angle, you could not fully see his face, but if the waitress's reaction was any indication, it was not the happy face from a moment ago.

Soon, his attention was back on you, and the waitress was gone. He must have caught your earlier reaction because he gave you a sly smile, “Yoon and Kook let me know of the food concerns right after Dr. Blackwell left, in case you were wondering.”

“Well, that makes sense. At least they talked to someone after the appointment,” you say bitterly.

“Did they do something wrong or make you uncomfortable with your appointment?” Jin asked, his face crunching with concern.

“Oh no! They were great and supportive during the visit. They actually helped me feel better about opening up,” you quickly said. Looking down, you focus on the bracelet he gifted you as Seokjin waits patiently for you to continue. “I spoke with Manager Sejin about their behavior. He said I shouldn’t worry.”

“Y/n,” he says. “What did the boys do to make you call someone outside the pack for advice?”

Looking back at Jin, the seriousness of his face takes you back a bit, and you quickly answer, “I don’t want to sound like a child, but” you sigh softly. “They ignored me after the appointment. I don’t think they were comfortable with what they learned about me.”

You go to scoot back, wanting a bit of room between you and Jin before saying, “Manager Sejin said that it was more of a courtesy thing for you.”

That information was like a light bulb turned on over his head. The stern face melted away to a warm smile, “Do you know about Alpha bonding time and possession?”

“The only thing I know is what Derek, my Beta, said, but that included imprinting and territory domains,” you answer.  Your words pulled a soft chuckle from Jin.

The waitress took that moment to bring your drinks and a lovely plate called a Caledonia Blue Prawn Carpaccio. It looks incredible, with thinly sliced prawns, small piles of what looks like foam, and a yellow gastrique.

“Here, my dear.” While you had taken a sip of water, Jin had gathered some of the carpaccio and was now offering it to you. “I want to give you the first bite as a show of following through with my promise to keep you well-fed.”

Blushing slightly, you lean forward and say, “Thank you, Alpha.” The bite offered is unlike anything you have eaten before. The play of textures and flavors sings. Humming in delight, you watch as Jin tastes it as well. His instant smile shows he agrees with your reaction.

“Now, back to our jaguar and bunny. I think your Beta is pretty spot on. However, it’s called territorial dominance and not domain. You’re not a website,” Jin says as he continues to feed you bites of food while he talks.

“Oh. I knew it was something like that, but Namjoon said there had never been any issues. So, what gives?” you ask, sipping your water.

“Oh gosh, how do I explain this to a non-hybrid?” He goes quiet as he contemplates.

Internally, what he is trying to tell you would require you to know you are his mate. Whenever one bonded Alpha claims a day or time with their mate, the rest of the pack will avoid that mate to ensure several things:

1- The called mate(s) is aware that bonding time is needed 2- The calling mate(s) prepares for the bonding time for themselves as well as the called mate(s) 3- The remaining mate(s) keep their distance from all mates involved for temporary scent fading 4- The one or more of the remaining mates are put in charge of guarding the involved mate(s) until it is time for the bonding

It is an older version of bonding time rituals. Having all Alphas in the Bangtan Pack, this version allows the called mate to fall into a following-like state of mind while the calling mate falls into a leading-like mindset.

Sipping your water and watching Jin figure out how to tell you whatever it is, you take a note to ask Derek or Evie where you can find some reputable online courses to learn more about the Alpha sub-gender.

At the lull in conversation, the waitress brings out a tray with new dishes. The first is a Perigord Truffle Chawanmushi, Uni, and Trout Roe dish. After looking at it closely, you determine it is something like a flan made with fish and something else on a plate. Next to it is this soup puree topped with sea urchin and fish eggs.

The second is known as a Comte Cloud, and that is when you try not to laugh because it is just a poached egg with shavings of something on toast: those 1% folks and their fancy-schmancy names for things.

You are 90% sure the soupy thing is raw and smells strongly of fish. The speckled flan looks interesting— until the server dumps it into the soup.

So, the only safe thing is the poached egg on toast. You quickly pull that dish closer to you and hope it shows you want that and not the other concoction.

“I guess the easiest way to say this is…” Jin watches you pull the plate to you with a raised eyebrow.

“I love eggs. May I eat this one, Alpha?” you say sweetly, attempting to get your way and not being forced to eat something raw.

“Of course, but here, try this too,” he agrees while he gathers a fair sample of the raw fishy flan dish. Bringing it up to your mouth to have you try it, you keep your mouth shut.

Looking at him with pleading eyes, you ask, “Can I skip the Chawanmush… chawamjush. That,” you say, pointing to the spoon. “Can I please skip that?”

Laughing. That was his answer to you. He laughed to the point where he had to put the spoon down or risk dropping it.

“Alpha, it looks raw and smells fishy. We just ate that prawn dish; it was nearly raw, and I am not much of a raw or smelly fish eater.” You continue to pout at the thought of the Alpha making you eat it.

“Fine, you don’t have to eat the Chawanmushi. I quite enjoy things in the natural raw state, even if it’s a bit fishy.” He watches you intently while saying those words, then takes a bite.

Why does it sound like he isn’t… wait nope. You are not gonna go there. You are going to eat your poached egg. Cutting into it, the yolk runs out just as it should, and you scoop it up and take a bite. Yum.

“Oh, good. It’s dripping nicely. It must be creamy and rich, too,” comments the Alpha, slightly causing you to choke on your bite. Jin casually pats your back and reminds you of the water to help you swallow it.

You have got to get your mind out of the gutter.

You tell the doctor today that you have been on a three-year re-virginity plan, and now that you are at a high-end dinner with Worldwide Handsome, everything is becoming an innuendo.

Get a grip!

“As with any hybrid, scents are essential to us. It allows us to identify many things,” states as a matter of fact. “Pack bonds, mating seasons, emotions, and such. When one of the individuals joining in the bonding time carries the scent of another pack member, no matter the sub-gender, it can block or alter the purity of the individual’s scent.”

Jin further explains, “Territorial dominance is not a bad thing. Since you will be with Bangtan now, we all want to bond with you properly. As an all-Alpha male pack, our individual Alphas can become quite controlling.”

“Wait,” you remember something from the scenting session. “The night you guys brought me the extra bedding, Jungkook wanted to scent before bed, right?”

Jin nods while continuing to eat the fishy soup.

“Yoongi said that Jungkook wanted to go last because he was my ‘Alpha right now.’ Was your youngest mate controlling you and Yoongi?” you ask, mind replaying the comment and Yoongi’s nonplus yet endearing attitude.

Jin's soft smile confirms it. He says, “In a way, yes. That wasn’t due to bonding; that was situational.”

You had thought you had figured it out until his last comment. To clarify, you ask, “What do you mean? Do you guys switch who is in charge? Is there an Alpha of the Day or something?"

“No, no… The Alpha who found you in need of something was Jungkook, and therefore, he became the Alpha in charge of your bedding requirements. Yoongi and I supported him with that,” Seokjin says with a hint of amusement.

“Okay.” You pause to think, then say, “Okay, and I know that Yoongi is responsible for my wrist, I assume, for similar reasons, but how long will Jungkook be in charge of my bed?”

Seokjin, who has been fighting his laughter, finally loses the battle, and you look at him with a baffled expression. 

“That is a question for you to ask Alpha Kook. As the youngest Alpha in the pack, Alpha Kook has never had someone to take care of,” muses the still chuckling Alpha.

“What about the other playmates? Most of them were his age or younger. Didn’t he take care of them like a proper Alpha?” you ask, a bit perturbed by being laughed at.

“Be careful with that,” warns Jin, with a serious look on his face falling into place. “Not every playmate is the same. You are, by far, not the same. You are someone special to have gotten not only Alpha Kook and Alpha Yoon but also Alpha Tae to greet you.”

“What’s so special about that?” you ask, entirely lost at how meeting their Alphas is a big deal because it had been so easy.

“Since we are a mate-bonded pack, our Alphas tend to stay away from others unless there is a threat.” At your widened eyes, he quickly continues, “You have never been a threat to us. So, it is impressive that you met so many of our Alphas. Topping it off with the fact that some of us don’t typically scent except for calming nerves, getting one of us out of Alpha Space, or during times of pleasure.”

Before you can say anything more about the topic, here comes the waitress again. Duuuddee… How many courses are there in fancy restaurants?

In front of Seokjin, she places a Colorado Lamb Saddle with a Cacao-Miso sauce, white truffle, and roasted Brussels sprouts on a bed of chimichurri. The colors on his plate are vibrant. The lamb doesn't look dry, and the chimichurri is such a bright green, but the dark brown sauce stops you from wanting to ask for a taste.

“Did you say Cacao-Miso sauce? Did you not verify the restrictions?” Seokjin’s voice becomes dry and monotone.

“We did get it, and the chef and the rest of the staff reviewed the list several times,” says the waitress before glancing at the tray and reading over what is written on paper.

“Ah, here. This Cacao-Miso sauce is made with carob. I suppose I could have called it a Carob-Miso sauce instead,” says the waitress, looking down to avoid Seokjin's piercing look.

“That is so considerate of the Chef to make that change, Miss. Since the dish is for him, he could have still made it with its original ingredients,” you comment, trying to ease the tension that now fills the space. “Please give the Chef and the staff our gratitude for their consideration and follow through,” you smile brightly.

Glancing over at you, a softness blooms on his face. “If they did that, then I wouldn’t be able to share it with you, dearest.”

The endearment causes you to blush. The fondness in his eyes only increases it, but the silent coo from the waitress causes you to look away and fiddle with the napkin in your lap.

The waitress then serves a Lavender Duck Breast with Carrot Puree and Endives finished tableside with a Romesco sauce. The smell is divine, and you can’t wait to try it. Duck wasn’t something you had ever had, but it was poultry, right? You were used to eating a lot of chicken, and, of course, you had turkey for most big holidays. Duck is just another one of the bigger birds that you could eat.

You wonder what Yoongi or Taehyung would think of your all-poultry-tastes similar thought process. You giggled at the thought. The sound fills the room like chimes, drawing the waitress's and Seokjin's attention.

In the silence of the room, you looked up from poking at the duck with your fork, pausing to wonder why Seokjin was looking at you with a crooked smile, “What?’

“Does your food normally quack you up?” Seokjin asked with an exaggerated serious face, to which you could only giggle more.

Looking at the waitress, he asks, “Does she get any quackers with her Duck?” This caused both of you to start laughing.

“Should she be worried about quacking her teeth, or is it cooked to perfection?” he continued, but he couldn’t hold back this time and started laughing with the two of you.

After clearing the table and refilling your drinks, the waitress leaves you two alone again. You cut the delicious food she brought out, and the taste shocks you.

Duck, in fact, is not like chicken because it is much richer and heartier. It is almost like eating a steak while still having that poultry gamey flavor.

Seokjin waits patiently, watching you take your first bite. Your moan of delight at the taste feeds right into this fixation. Quickly looking away, he cuts into his lamb and offers it to you.

Taking a sip of water to clean your pallet, you smile, “You trust them to make it without the cocoa, Alpha?”

Watching as a frown takes over his face, bringing the lamb up to smell. You wait for his reaction. You have heard that a hybrid’s sense of smell is higher when smelling other people or hybrids, but you never thought it would be related to food.

“Honestly, it smells more like a lamb and has a musk scent. I am sorry for not checking first. I just wanted you to try it. I think you are safe, but if you would rather be cautious, you don’t have to try it,” he almost whines.

“I don’t have my Epi-pen on me.” With a sad tilt of your head, you say, “With past experiences, I would rather not risk anything. But I would love to try your Brussels sprouts, Alpha?”

“Ah yes, sorry again,” apologizes the Alpha. He eats the bit and seems to enjoy it, but less than if you had been the one to eat it. Scooping up your requested bite, he offers it to you.

“Thank you for providing for me, Alpha,” you say before eating the bite. You watch as he opens his mouth along with yours. His eyes never actually look at the food offered.

It is a burst of flavor with the char on the sprout and the hint of the chimichurri it was served on. You hum in delight, wanting nothing more but to have another bite.

Looking down at your plate, you also desire to share with him. He has provided for you as an Alpha should, but you also want to care for him.

You know it’s part of your “job” that has yet to start, but it also seems more than that. Deciding to follow your intuition, you cut a piece of your duck coated in the sauce and offered it to him. “Alpha?”

“Hmm?” His eyes were still focused on his plate.

“Can I offer you some of my duck?” You ask as you move the fork closer to his sight.

You watch as his eyes snap to the fork. There is a brief hesitation, which makes you second-guess him when offering him food.

You are not an Alpha.

You are not a hybrid.

Unlike offering food to Evie or Derek, you are not his Luna or of his pack.

Pulling back your offer, his hand shoots out and takes hold of your wrist. His eyes snap to you as he watches your face and eats the bite you have offered him.

Your eyes, however, glance at your now empty fork to his lips as he licks up the sauce and then down to his Adam’s apple as he swallows. Finally, your eyes land back on his face.

“It tastes lovely, but was it Miss Y/n who offered me the taste, or was it Luna Y/n?” he asks, pinning you in place with his intensity, still not releasing his hold on your wrist.

You swallow, searching his face for the correct answer. You should have kept to yourself. Your mother always said dotting on others was a sign of bad breeding.

Why did you do it?

Your scent starts to waver, pulling onto the side of the perfume, which alerts the alpha. You feel his thumb rubbing your wrist, and then you feel like you can breathe again.

“I don’t… I just...” You close your eyes and take a breath. ��I am sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I wasn’t trying to take your position, Alpha. I promise.”

“Y/n, look at me, please?” You listen and open your eyes, preparing for whatever he says next.

“Y/n, I am Alpha and man enough to know you are not trying to take my position. I am asking because I would like to gauge how to respond to you properly,” reassures Seokjin.

“It's just me, Jin.” Taking a breath, you explain, “I just felt I needed to share with you and take care of you in a way. I know I am human, but I had to follow my intuition. I am sorry.”

As you speak, he smiles and shakes his head, “My dear, you have nothing to be sorry for. Trust me. Remember, this is us learning about each other. This is also where you learn a lot about Alphas.”

“Then why does it matter if it’s Miss me or Luna me?  I am me. I am not your Luna,” you say, still unsure why it matters.

“They are both you, this is true. I suppose I am trying to learn how much of a Luna you are,” he says, confused.

Nodding, you add, “You guys are the first to call me Luna outside Evie and Derek. I mean, even Evie’s mate, who is an Alpha, doesn’t call me Luna.”

“How does it make you feel when we call you Luna? Is it the same feeling that you get when your family pack calls you that?” Seokjin asks, completely forgetting to eat as his focus is solely on you.

“Ah, well, it’s not the same. Bangtan Pack has only called me after I had to correct my Omega, but no one has used it since then. Well, until now, and even then, you weren’t calling me that. It was just a title,” you say honestly but vaguely.

“But how did you feel when Yoongi and Jimin called you Luna? Did you hate it? Did you feel empowered, aroused, or silly?” presses the hybrid Alpha.

Your mind takes you back to the balcony at your pack house, Yoongi’s soft touch and hot breaths: “Your actions were a sight to see, Luna.” Next, you feel like you are back in Jimin’s arms as he holds you. Alpha Chim shines through with a playful smile: “Luna.”

As your body remembers the thrum of energy playing at their touches, at their words, a tang of arousal filters into your sweet pea scent. The change in your scent tells Seokjin more than enough.

You nibble on your bottom lip, debating what to tell the Alpha sitting next to you. You decide to be honest because you are not sure exactly how it made you feel. You say, “It was awkward to hear it from them. I felt a kindling, but I am sure it was just nerves.”

“A kindling? That is understandable. Thank you for telling me, dearest. Now, since you don’t seem to understand the difference between being ‘human you’ and ‘Luna you,’ I will drop it, but that might be something to speak with Namjoon about,” he says, returning to his meal and taking another bite.

Feeling slightly relieved but concerned about the new concept, you say, “Thank you, Jin.”

You learned about this family, including his older brother, who was … still... younger… than you. You also learned more about his and Bangtan's passion for anti-bullying, which led them to become involved with UNICEF.

While you knew he had a fantastic voice because of the song Abyss, you still took the time to listen to his development and struggles as an artist and eldest member of Bangtan.

Dinner ended with a lovely traditional mille-feuille for the two of you to share. Jin had suggested a walk around the area, to which you agreed. You had eaten more than expected, and walking would do you good.

Once outside the door, it was clear that the fall season had started to settle. When Seokjin requested that you walk to the side, away from the cars, you smiled and felt slightly giddy. So far, he was a gentleman.

He had never interrupted you or pushed the conversation too far. Even though he was letting his flirtatious sideshow, it never made you uncomfortable.

You took about five steps before the Alpha covered your shoulders in his suit jacket. His naturally broad shoulders make it easy to drape across yours, even though you weren’t a skinny minny.

The scent of cherries and vanilla permeated the air. The scent brought a sense of calm over you. “Hmm… interesting.”

“What’s interesting?” asks Seokjin, though his eyes still look around at the passing cars and people.

“I think I am starting to determine your individual scents to a degree,” you say, smiling up at him as he stops.

“You can. Who have you figured out so far?” he asks, gesturing to a nearby bench.

Sitting down, you angled toward him, saying, “I am pretty sure I know Jungkook’s, Yoongi’s, and now your scent. Maybe even Jimin’s, but I am least sure about his. I haven’t a clue about the rest.”

Leaning back and bracing his arms along the back of the bench, he takes a moment to think about this: If you can smell the scents, do you also smell the mate scent? The idea that you could, or the hope that you could, would make explaining that you are a mate easier, but he needs to know that you are actually smelling their scents and not just some random human-associated scent thing.  So, he asks, “Let’s see how close you are. What’s our baby Alpha’s scent?”

“He smells like my favorite cookie, Snickerdoodles,” you smile, remembering the warmth that comes with Jungkook’s scent. “Well, it may not be that specific, but it's sweet, like sugar, with a spice that reminds me of cinnamon and warm butter.”

“Very good. Cinnamon, sugar, and butter are his primary scents.” Chuckling, he added, “He would love it if you told our Kookie he smelled like a cookie. How about Yoongi-ah?

Tapping your bottom lip, you try to figure out how to explain the jaguar’s scent, saying, “Now his… I swear his changes.”

This comment causes the Alpha to sit attentively and ask, “What do you mean?”

His Alpha is very curious to know what scents you have smelled when it comes to Alpha Yoon, especially since humans shouldn't be able to detect changes like that.

“Well, typically, he smells like Petrichor, my favorite scent that rain can have. But the other day, I swore I smelled like a stormy ocean-like scent,” you explain.

“Yoongi… smelled like a storming ocean?” You nod and look at him curiously while he tries not to look shocked. Then he informs you, “Whenever he smells like the ocean, it means his Alpha is out in full force, and the storm is when he is mad.”

“Oh well, okay, yeah,” you agree with a nod. “That explains it.”

Tilting his head at your easy acceptance but odd comment, Seokjin wants to know what you mean, “Explains what?”

Your eyes widened a bit before you looked down and pulled the jacket closed more. You still answer, saying, “It was when Prime Alpha made the request before Yoongi took me upstairs.”

“Ah, yes. Not one of our finest moments. Alpha Yoon was not happy. Honestly, I don’t think any of us were,” Seokjin comments, his mind taking him briefly back to that night with a frown before getting back on topic. “What about Jimin? You mentioned you might know what is his.”

“Well, I figured out his scent yesterday, or I think I did,” you start, trying not to remember his physical actions. “Jimin’s eyes. The darkness stole away the white and tinged red when Alpha Chim… came out?”

“Fronted,” the eldest Alpha corrects you.  “When our Alpha’s ‘come out,’ as you said, it is called fronting. Our Alphas are always present in our minds, but they are only in front when there is something they want.”

“Yeah, Alpha Chim called me Luna. He said I smelled of Alpha Yoon but that it was okay because he is a mate, but then he asked if it was okay to scent me, too,” you summarize the events but try to leave out the heavier details because, after all, Jimin is his mate and not yours.

Scooting forward, Seokjin took your hand and looked at you with a vulnerability you hadn’t seen before. He asked, “Alpha Chim asked to scent you. Did you let him?”

“Yes, of course I let him,” you smile. “I wasn’t about to turn him away after what he shared with me, and it felt like it was supposed to happen.”

“His oranges blended with Alpha Yoon’s, and it smelt like I was in an orange grove after a spring rain,” your eyes soften as you remember the tender moment between you and the shorter Alpha.

Seokjin squeezes your hand with a soft smile, “Y/n, you don’t know how happy I am to hear that Chim scented you.”

Smiling at Seokjin’s reaction, a tension you didn’t know you were carrying eased away, and you smiled, saying. “I am glad your pack doesn’t get upset with everyone scenting me. Jimin’s was surprising to me because of how distant he has seemed from the start.”

“Jimin may be a bit more hesitant than his Alpha when it comes to you, not that it’s your fault,” he says, squeezing your hand reassuringly.

“I understand. He told me about what happened.” Looking down at your joined hands, you recall the story of Seul-ki. You choose to let the ferret know that you talked about more than what just happened by saying, “He also said that everyone seemed okay with playmate contracts aside from Hoseok and Yoongi.”

“I bet that is hard to imagine. I mean, with how Yoongi is acting around you,” he teased.

Seokjin notices that the temperature has dropped a bit more, and though you have his jacket, you are starting to shiver. Using your jointed hands, he pulls you up and starts walking back to the can where Jen has been waiting and watching the two of you.

“I know it's been said many times, but things have been and will continue to be different with me for the pack. I haven’t been trained to be a playmate, and I don’t know much about Alphas,” you start with the intention of trying to find a way to tell Seokjin that this will be unexpected.

“Don’t worry too much about being a proper playmate,” he interrupts. “I, for one, don’t feel like that title sets well with you. You feel more important than that.”

When you approach the car, he waves off Jen to open the door for you himself, still being the perfect gentleman. The action, though simple, sets your heart a flutter and causes the vanilla of your scent to bloom as you hand back his jacket and enter the car.

Once you are in, you revel in the warmth it brings. The cold from outside had penetrated you deeper than you thought—one of the side effects of having an autoimmune disorder.

Seokjin joins you in the backseat but notices you still shivering, “Y/n, are you okay? Did you get too cold?”

“I will be fine. I am used to it,” you say as if it were no big deal. I have always run colder than the rest of the world, it seems. I have Hashimoto’s thyroiditis.”

Smoothing out your skirt, you continue, “I know you will get more information with the contract. Just understand… I have had it for a while and am used to it. So, don’t worry.”

Next thing you know, an arm engulfs your shoulders, and you are being manhandled into the middle seat. You’re now angled to have your back pressed against Seokjin’s chest. The action causes you to tense up, which only causes him to hold you a bit firmer.

“Relax, dearest,” says Seokjin softly in your ear like he is telling you a secret. “As a hybrid, we run warmer than humans. As an Alpha, I run even hotter. Allow me to warm you up again, please?”

With every second that passes, you can already feel the tightness in your back release. The Alpha is almost like a heated blanket at your back. Nodding your head, you settle into his hold, “Thank you, Alpha.”

Smiling to yourself, you think about how safe and accepted Seokjin has made you feel all night. Your previous dates, boyfriends, and even your brother never took the time to treat you like a lady. You take a slow breath as you relax and rest your head against his chest. Replaying the night in your mind, the Alpha’s scent surrounds you in the backseat, “Cherries.”

“What was that dear?” asks the Alpha, who was replaying the night himself while staring out the window, trying his hardest not to focus on the feel of you leaning against him.

“Cherries, your scent is subtle, but it's cherries, right?” you ask, moving your body enough to still lean against him but see his face.

“Yes,” a shy smile tugs on his lips. “It’s not one of the stronger scents out of the pack.”

“Sometimes the best scents are not powerful,” you notice the hint of sadness in his eyes. It stirs a desire to get the smile to reach his eyes and prompts you to say, “They are meant to comfort and not intimidate. Any Alpha can intimidate, but it takes an amazing Alpha to comfort.”

Resisting the urge to kiss you, Seokjin softly smiles, saying, “Thank you.”

Aside from you confirming what he had already suspected, he learned relatively little from you because you may need to learn to yourself better or trust him more. He understands that trust takes time and can be built on transparency, so he was happy to answer your questions. This dinner had more riding on it than he thinks you will ever understand.

Though he is not the Prime Alpha, being the eldest Alpha means he has been acting as the Pack Luna. His connection to you is just as crucial as Namjoon’s, which is its own problem for another day.

While it is clear that you have a connection with Yoongi and Jungkook, the mate bond must be solidified by all the mates. It's an all-or-nothing deal.

When the car comes to a stop, he gets out and then helps you as well. Ever the provider, he pulls you tightly to his side to keep you warm as you walk up the steps.

Shockingly, no one is waiting for the two of you to come home. While you look around, wondering where everyone has gone, Seokjin has hung his jacket and kneeled to help you remove your shoes.

“Thank you, Alpha,” you whisper, trying not to break the peace that seems to have settled over the packhouse.

Retaking your hand, he leads you to your bedroom door, pausing briefly before he leans forward to rest his forehead on yours.

In a soft and reverent voice, he says, “Dearest Y/n, taking you out tonight was a pleasure and an honor. I hope you see I am more than just Worldwide Handsome Jin.”

You nod and go to say something, only for him to continue, “Please think on tonight. How you felt going on a date with me, how it felt spending time with me, and how it may be with the rest of us.”

“I had a lovely time, Jin,” you whisper back with your eyes closed, relishing in his closest, if just for tonight. “I have never been treated like a lady of class before, and it made me feel special. Thank you for everything.”

“You are more than welcome. Thank you for giving us a chance.” With that, Seokjin pulls back just enough to kiss your forehead. His Alpha rejoices as you step forward and wrap an arm around his waist in a gentle hug.

“Good night, Alpha,” you say as Seokjin hugs back, rubbing his cheek on your hair in a small act of absent-minded scenting.

“Good night, my dear,” says the eldest Alpha before opening your door and backing away as you close it with a tiny wave. Turning around, you lean against the door, your heart thumping faster than usual. Seokjin’s kiss still feels warm on your face. 

Stepping out of his hold felt more challenging than it should. You weren’t just stepping out of his arms but leaving some of yourself behind.

That’s when you realize you will be a mess at the end of six more dates. At least you have several weeks to sort yourself out before your heart breaks eight times.

Right?

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If your taking requests, I liked to see your sonic and tails if they were closer to their actual animal size difference.

January 9 2024

Doodle Request #5!

You have no idea what you've done. This doodle request has made me spiral into making my own self indulgent au.

I've never more times in my life used 'cause I want to' as an excuse for something. This entire au is just self indulgent fluff. At first, I looked at the request and went 'oh, they probably don't realize how small hedgehogs are or how big baby foxes are.' and then I was like 'okay, but Mobian'. AND THEN I was like 'okay, but it'd be funny if Sonic was like- almost an adult in this drawing.' and it just spiraled into this. I want to make so many more doodles of this au FUCK.

So everything isn't set in stone yet, aside form their ages I think.

Amy is 19, she's studying to become a teacher. She works at a daycare.

Sonic is 22, he picks up odd jobs where ever he travels in his van.

Tails is 8, he also picks up odd jobs, but more mechanically centered ones (and way less jobs because Sonic will not allow the kit to overwork himself).

Knuckles is 23, he guards the Master Emerald still, but he also is a pro at arts and crafts (mostly pottery).

I know I wrote 'plane' in the doodles (if you can even read them, my handwriting is a nightmare there), but I was originally thinking van that Tails later modifies into a plane-van combo.

Do they have powers? Yes. Because I want them to. Are there magical gemstones? Yes. Because I want there to. Is Eggman trying to take over the world? Eh, I don't think so. I like chill vibes, plus how is Sonic gonna beat up a Motobug if he isn't even as tall as the tire? Why are they wearing clothes? Because I want them to! Why is everyone but Tails aged up? BECAUSE I WANT THEM TO (and it's funny to me).

Sonic and Tails live in a van (that he stole) and travel around. Sure, Sonic has super speed (he's not afraid of showing it off), but he just likes driving (he had to diy an entire system just so he could drive). Plus, it's fortunate that he stole that van, because carrying around supplies needed for a toddler already twice your size when you met them is definitely not light.

[seafoamreadings]

week of march 9th, 2025

these are written predominantly for the *rising* signs but they are also intuitively "channeled" enough that they should work for any dominant energy you have! (try your sun if you don't know rising, or more advanced readers can try moon, anywhere you have a stellium, etc and see what works best for you!)

aries: let all this week be a reminder to you of the sacred in the mundane, and the sacredness of your own physical vessel as a spiritual entity. it's not aligned to be an *easy* week but it is set to be worth any trials you face!

taurus: not to frighten you but you may be facing what is sometimes called a dark night of the soul. and/or some serious escapism issues, especially by the end of the week. while it's tempting to hide from all the chaos, especially as such a stable, stolid creature, this is not the time for it. it's the time to be the unstoppable force yourself.

gemini: there's a lot going on but you personally (unless you have dominance in virgo or pisces.....) can get away with mostly focusing on mercury retrograde maneuvers. do this well and you will prosper, even if it starts off a bit rough.

cancerians: while you are certainly sensitive to eclipses it's also a time when you shine - you live in the volatility of the moon as your home. for everyone else, it's a rare shakeup. for this week's variation, after filling your own cup and affixing your own oxygen mask, help anyone you can. near you or far.

leo: joining venus retrograde, mercury retrograde in aries means delays favor you, tedious though they may be. have all the patience you can muster. at the same time, this week's eclipse is about money, worth, and values for you. plus all the resources you draw from including time, which is never linear anyway.

virgo: there's no getting around the fact that this is an intense week. intense is a little bit of a euphemism for pretty tough. as always, wonderful things can and will happen! but be ready for the hard parts.

libra: the appearance that certain relationships take hit after hit is, really, more appearance than anything else. some damage may be real, but the projection of 'reality' you are seeing is particularly warped at this time. most things are not what they seem, especially in your 6th and 7th houses. your mundane tasks and your partnerships.

scorpio: be prepared for a week in which nothing seems to go according to plan. it is meant to be a time of chaos, so lean into that and don't try to force order where it doesn't want to and cannot be. your daily affairs and your friend groups see the main mishaps.

sagittarius: both private and public realms get a shakeup this week and you may feel stricken with writer's block or just like you can't force anything through that needs through. in that case, slow down and turn inward, and live magically instead of logically, just for a little while.

capricorn: frankly you're not hit as hard by the eclipse this week as many will be although you may find it easiest to stay at home for a few days. on the other hand, mercury (and still venus) retrograde do affect your home life too. this makes it a good place for introspection and recharging, but not as good a place for productivity and action.

aquarius: you're not hit as hard as many by the (very intense) chaotic vibes of this week and yet of course, as always, certain realms of life are always affected. a full moon eclipse does you few or no favors financially, so exercise caution with money and resources - especially ones you share. mercury retrograde crosses some wires but it's nothing you can't handle with a little patience.

pisces: you may find yourself forgetting mercury is even going retrograde with the eclipse in your 7th house affecting you (and the sun in your sign) so strongly. your self-relationships axis is highlighted - or on fire. learn all you can from it and know that nothing is truly permanent unless you make it so.

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[pixelatedraindrops]

“Don’t worry, my pokepal. We’re here for you.”

Something I made based on BrightStar’s birthday present fanfiction to me. It’s a RainCode Pokemon AU crossover story. I felt pretty down last night and I needed a distraction. So I drew this. Originally it was going to be a small uncolored doodle I’d attach as a thread to the fic, but I just kept going… xD

Description below read (its long lol)

I kinda drew out one of the scenes, however I added my own element to it. I know that the scene takes place in the normal setting of rain code, except everyone is a Pokemon. But the story itself gave me huge Pokemon Mystery Dungeon vibes so I made the setting similar to the PMD Explorers games. With the straw nested beds, the grass flooring, and the sliced berries.

Tbh, the explorers games are the elements of PMD I’m most used to and prefer. I like the idea of Pokemon living like feral creatures with small living circumstances, like cavemen. Not fully functional furnishings and machines. I feel it gives a cozier domestic aspect and it separates a Pokemon society away from us humans. They have more modern settings in the newer games, but I like the way it was done in explorers the most. So I hope you don’t mind that!

It was rather nostalgic to draw a PMD themed art again after so long. It was a game I loved drawing fanart of in the past and I even had teams with the hero and partner based off my friends. Good times…

Reading this fic got me to thinking how much I would have loved to see a whump or illness scene from the game. Having the hero, partner or even important side character fall ill to have a nursing scene with their whole team tending to them. (The closest we got was the Manaphy post game quest before releasing it to grow up in the sea)

So I did just that. I used the fodder from Bright’s story to create this little piece where Team NDA help their newest member through a status ailment, known as a BRNing fever. (Plus yay an excuse to draw yuma sick as an eevee :D)

Everyone has a role to play in his recovery.

The patient, Kokovee is lying in the infirmary nest bed feeling exhausted, sick and miserable where he is tended to by the rest of his team. Yakgrowth makes sure he stays warm by using his many vines to force wrap a blanket around him, also to monitor his temperature, and to try to feed him. (I can see him doing all sorts of tasks with all his vines, Grass types are grade A caretakers :3) Liepara uses their sharp claws to slice the berries that are brought as medicine to be easier for him to consume. Oran berries for his energy, Rawst berries to settle the heat, and Persim berries to prevent any confusion (delirium) that might be caused by the illness. Desuhichu walks up to him and connects his cheek to his to loan him some energy his way. (though this only works on other Pikachu, it does not harm the sick shiny Eevee) Celibuki uses her psychic powers to pre-soak the towels in the stone bowl for cooling him off later, Duskullgami can’t do much but she makes sure her partner is at least comfortable, and Vivisol merely stands guard. He doesn’t do too much but he forewarned the team of the disaster beforehand so they got everything ready. He did help in his own way... XD

I was actually inspired partially by @asaka-lucy-dr-rc’s birthday work for me where everyone helps tend to sick Yuma in their own way. I wanted to do something similar, except they’re Pokemon now... xD

Desuhiko and Yuma's forms were designed by me, as Eevee and Pikachu are the only Pokémon I have confidence in drawing. It's why everyone else is kinda offscreen (that and to focus on kokobolt since Bright wrote this story as an extra service to her XD)

Ya'll cannot force me to draw anyone else completely so they are just there, feet and heads cut off LOL at Vivia's big-ass claws (shinigami was interesting to try though)

The other designs belong to @snivyartjpeg as part of their own PMD AU. Seems Bright used them for this story, so I had to draw them too. (sorry biggie I know sick whump isn't your thing, but I had to credit you... X'D)

But yeah it was fun to draw this out! (kinda needed a stress reliever)

I hope you all enjoy! ^-^

Thanks again for the cute story Bright!💜

Alt Version where Yuma’s body is free: