#a drabble. maybe a small drabble with this scenario will save me

[sodaneko]

the click of a tongue and a condescending “sweetheart” while you’re thigh riding sakusa, ruining his expensive suit pants in the back of a limo

[silentcryracha]

❍ ‗ Showering with Bang Chan ‗ ❍

Pairing : Bang Chan x f reader

Summary : chapter one of a cute standalone miniseries. It's what it says in the title

Genre/ Warnings : scenario/imagine/headcanon, drabble, nudity and suggestive themes involved but no smut fluff, literally ONE angst word, domestic!, channie best boyfriend idc

Word count : 500

A/n : none

ps: There could be grammar errors. Do NOT repost on other socials. Leave feedback if you feel like it, otherwise enjoy! ♡︎

masterlist

series masterpost

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Imagine showering with Chan. It could either go very chill or very *exciting*. Usually starts with the first and follows with the second BUT- just in general it would be such an intimate time. The possibilities are endless to be honest.

You came to a certain point in your relationship in which you were a hundred percent comfortable with each other. And most importantly loved doing things for each other!

"Can you massage in the conditioner for me?" "Of course baby"

You'd both help the other, moving your hands up and down each other's bodies, often giving small massages and relaxing the tense muscles. Chan especially just melts whenever you touch him, two of his favorite spots bing his neck and shoulders.

"Oh my Gosh that hurts so good" he whines as your fingers work his aching neck, basically turned marble from being bent over a laptop all day.

"It hurts or it's nice, which one is it?" you tease him, chuckling. He groans slightly, almost too gone to even answer.

"Shush. Mmh, both. I don't know, just keep going" his head first leaning forward then back, almost touching your shoulder.

You'd relax together, getting all soapy and wet under the hot water. Sometimes just lazily hugging and making out, losing track of time.

"We should get out, it's getting so hot I think I may pass out" you murmur against his swollen lips. He starts kissing your neck instead, humming.

"You flatter me too much" it takes you a second to let sink in what he just said, but when it did, you lightly slapped his naked shoulder, snorting a laugh.

"Stupid" he smiled, chuckling cheekily, and you could literally feel it on your skin.

Sometimes it was a matter of saving time instead of having fun, though. Maybe one morning you were both running late so while he was shaving you were also shaving, or washing your hair. Or vice versa honestly.

And other times again you even had small arguments while showering. Nothing really major because it wasn't exactly appropriate to pour out your feelings while being literally naked and wet, but a few times it did happen.

It usually either ended up being interrupted and finishing once you were both dry and ready to go at each other, or literally be the calming moment you needed to clear things up.

"I'm sorry if i was an asshole earlier" he rests his forehead on the nape of your neck, wrapping his arms around you. You sigh, placing your hands on his jointed ones.

"I know you're very stressed" you start, turning your head to the side searching for his, "But thanks for the apology nonetheless"

"I love you", he nuzzled his nose on your cheek.

"I love you too" you pecked him on the lips as a confirmation you forgave him.

Anyways lots of cuddles and massages and kisses and stuff!! Chan king of caring for his partner 100% <3

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[champagneher]

DRABBLE

BASED ON | YOUR BOYFRIEND KEEPS ASKING STRANGE EXISTENTIAL -OR WAY TOO DEEP FOR 1AM- QUESTIONS AND YOU JUST WANT TO SLEEP.

PAIRING | NAMJOON X F!READER

WARNINGS | NSFW - +1k words

The dim light of your shared bedroom cast a soft glow over the space, a warm and familiar heaven that usually lured you to sleep with ease. Tonight, however, sleep was elusive, chased away by the gentle but persistent voice of your boyfriend, Namjoon, who lay beside you, his head propped up on one hand as he gazed thoughtfully at the ceiling.

"Do you think the universe is infinite?" he asked suddenly, his voice breaking the comfortable silence that had settled over the room. "And if it is, does that mean there are infinite versions of us, living out every possible scenario?"

You blinked sleepily, rolling over to face him, half-buried in the warmth of your comforter. "Nam," you mumbled, your voice thick with exhaustion, "it's 1 AM. Can we save the existential questions for the morning?"

He chuckled softly, his eyes still fixed on the ceiling. "I can't help it," he said, his tone apologetic but laced with curiosity. "Sometimes I just get caught up thinking about these things."

You sighed, a fond smile tugging at the corners of your lips despite your fatigue. This was a familiar routine���Namjoon’s mind was always active, always questioning, even in the late hours of the night when all you wanted was to drift off to sleep in his arms.

"Okay," you murmured, shifting closer to him, your body pressing against his side. "Let's say the universe is infinite. That would mean there are versions of us where you don't ask deep questions at 1 AM, and I actually get to sleep."

Namjoon laughed, a low, rumbling sound that made your heart flutter. He turned his head to look at you, his dark eyes twinkling with amusement. "But where's the fun in that?" He teased, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

You couldn’t help but smile, your irritation melting away in the warmth of his gaze. Namjoon had a way of making even the most frustrating moments feel like something special. It was one of the many reasons you loved him.

Still, your body craved rest, and you couldn't resist a playful groan as you buried your face in his chest. "You're lucky I love you," you grumbled, your words muffled against his skin.

"I know," he replied softly, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back. "And I love you too, even when you're sleepy and grumpy."

You sighed contentedly, letting the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lull you into a state of drowsy comfort. For a moment, it seemed like you might actually get some rest, but then Namjoon spoke again, his voice a hushed whisper in the quiet room.

"Do you ever wonder if we were meant to find each other?" He asked, his tone contemplative. "Like, out of all the people in the world, how did it end up being us?"

You lifted your head, peering up at him through half-lidded eyes. His expression was serious, his brow slightly furrowed as he stared at you, waiting for an answer. It was hard not to get caught up in the intensity of his gaze, the sincerity in his question.

"Maybe we were," you said softly, your hand reaching up to cup his cheek. "Or maybe it was just luck or coincidence. But either way, I'm glad we found each other."

He smiled, his eyes softening as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Me too," he murmured, his lips lingering against your skin. "I don't think I could ever imagine my life without you in it."

A warm flush spread through your chest at his words, a mix of affection and desire that stirred something deep within you. You tilted your head up, your lips seeking his in a slow, tender kiss that quickly deepened as Namjoon responded, his hand slipping to the small of your back to pull you closer.

The kiss was unhurried, a slow exploration of familiar territory that left you both breathless. When you finally pulled back, your forehead rested against his, your breaths mingling in the small space between you.

"You're such a sap," you teased, your voice barely above a whisper, though the affection in your tone was unmistakable.

He chuckled, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. "You love it," he said, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine.

"I do," you admitted, your eyes locking with his, the air between you charged with an electric tension that made your skin tingle.

For a moment, neither of you moved, simply soaking in the closeness, the warmth of each other’s bodies. But then Namjoon shifted, rolling you onto your back as he hovered over you, his gaze darkening with desire.

"And I love you," he whispered, his lips ghosting over yours, the promise of more lingering in the air.

Your breath hitched, your hands finding their way to his shoulders as you pulled him down into another kiss, this one more urgent, more insistent. Namjoon responded in kind, his mouth moving against yours with a fervor that left you dizzy.

He kissed you like he couldn’t get enough, his hands wandering over your body, mapping out every curve and dip with a reverence that made your heart race. You arched into his touch, your fingers tangling in his hair as he trailed kisses down your neck, his lips leaving a blazing trail of heat in their wake.

"Namjoon," you breathed, your voice laced with need, your body aching for more of him, more of his touch, his warmth.

He hummed against your skin, the sound vibrating through you as his hands slipped under your shirt, his fingers skimming over your bare skin, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as he slowly inched your shirt up, his lips following the path his hands had taken.

You could feel the weight of his gaze as he looked down at you, his eyes dark with desire, but there was something else there too—something tender, something that made your chest tighten with emotion.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, as if the words were too heavy to speak aloud.

You felt a blush rise to your cheeks, your heart swelling with affection for the man above you. "So are you," you murmured, your hand reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead.

He smiled, a soft, genuine smile that made your heart skip a beat, and then he was kissing you again, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both passionate and tender, a perfect blend of love and desire.

The world around you seemed to fade away as you lost yourself in him, in the feel of his skin against yours, the warmth of his breath on your neck, the way he whispered your name like a prayer.

Your clothes were discarded in a flurry of movement, your bodies pressing together in a way that felt so right, so perfect, that it took your breath away. Namjoon’s hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of your body with a familiarity that only deepened the connection between you.

He moved slowly, deliberately, as if savouring every moment, every touch, every kiss. There was no rush, no urgency—just the two of you, lost in each other, in the warmth and comfort of your love.

When he finally entered you, it was with a tenderness that made tears prick at the corners of your eyes. He moved with a slow, steady rhythm, his lips never straying far from yours, his hands cradling your face as if you were something precious, something to be cherished.

You felt the world tilt on its axis, your senses overwhelmed by the feel of him, the sound of his breath in your ear, the way his body moved against yours with a grace and fluidity that left you gasping for air.

His eyes never leaving yours, his breath caressing your nose and mouth. His right hand caressed your body moving down to your ass, taking a large part of it to keep you even closer.

Your legs closed around his hips, wanting to keep it that way forever. He smiled feeling the pleasure run through his body. Letting out a shaky sigh he brought his hand to your clit where he agreed to take you with him to the end.

And when you finally reached the peak together, it was like nothing you had ever experienced before—a rush of warmth and light that seemed to flood every corner of your being, leaving you both trembling, breathless, and completely spent.

Namjoon collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms as you both lay there, your bodies still entwined, your breaths slowly returning to normal. The room was quiet now, the only sound the gentle hum of the night outside, the warmth of his body seeping into yours as you nestled against him.

"Do you still think about the universe?" You asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper, as you traced lazy circles on his chest.

Namjoon chuckled, the sound of a soft rumble in his chest. "Not right now," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Right now, all I can think about is how much I love you."

You smiled, your heart swelling with affection for the man beside you, the man who always seemed to have a question, always seemed to be searching for answers, even in the quietest moments.

"I love you too," you whispered, your eyes drifting closed as the exhaustion finally caught up with you.

And as you drifted off to sleep in Namjoon’s arms, you couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, the universe had a way of bringing the right people together at the right time, in the right place.

Maybe, you thought with a smile, you were meant to find each other after all.

[citrustan]

hi, drabble request! hope this reaches you too 💌

yoongi & reader domestic fluff spice 🫣

hii thanks for this! i'm kinda rusty so i'm assuming domestic is when they're in a relationship and share a home (?)

this is not an original scenario, i simply can't remember where i first saw/read this or something similar. i know 'himym' introduced the 'olive theory' so let's just say this is based on that!

mushroom theory (myg)

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: fluff, boyfriend!yoongi x girlfriend!reader, smut but not all the way. + i picture yoongi to be older than the reader.

warnings: some tit stuff bec if you haven't already realised by now, i love boob, yoongi gropes reader, some grinding and finger stuff, spit, one mention of pee (nothing happens.) boyfriend loves being called oppa. < i might've overdone that 🤐

You barge into your home, pushing Yoongi out of the way, "I can't believe I didn't know you liked mushrooms. Why did you let me eat them every time?"

Yoongi follows you in and shrugs, "I thought you liked them."

Flabbergasted, you almost screech, "I hate mushrooms! They're.... fungus and gross and I can't believe you made me eat them all these months."

How is he so nonchalant about it?

You step out of your heels and balance yourself on each foot, one at a time, as you pull your socks off of them.

Yoongi wants to laugh but he knows this is serious for you, "I don't know what to say, babe, you never asked."

"Because I thought," you emphasise on your subjects, "I was doing you a favour."

"By eating every mushroom you see?" Yoongi finally grins.

Abruptly turning, you chuck a sock at him (which he dodges swiftly) and frown, "You're laughing. I stuff myself, FOR YOU, with the only food I hate and you're laughing."

Slowly making his way over to you, Yoongi sighs, "It's not that serious, _____. You never have to eat one again, ever."

Unwilling to let it go, you interrogate him, "Riddle me this; why did you push all those mushrooms to the side on our first date? You picked every single one out."

He walks past you to the couch, where your other sock lay. "I was saving them for the end."

"But you let me eat them," your brows scrunch in confusion, "Why didn't you stop me?"

He beacons you over with a 'come closer' motion of his finger.

Yoongi pulls the oversized sweater over your head. "Well, you put them all in your mouth before I could stop you. Sorry. I thought you'd hurt me if I said anything."

You swat him with your sleeve, "I just didn't want to condone food wastage."

The rant is endless. "I mean, I've never seen you serve yourself mushrooms either! Your friends are evil too. They waited all this time to tell me you loved mushrooms. You people just watched on as I suffered."

"_____, we're going in circles." With his finger, Yoongi directed you to turn around and you happily comply.

You exasperate, "Sorry! I just can't believe I could've gone all those months without secretly gagging during every meal."

Yoongi presses himself against your back enveloping you in a hug, and suggests, "Why don't we make a list of the foods we like and dislike?"

Leaning back into him, you slur, "Maybe..."

More like sulk.

Yoongi drags his large hands up and down your arms and across your collarbone, leaving a trail of goosebumps in pursuit.

When he feels you lax, Yoongi sneakily inches under your white cotton camisole, prodding at and caressing your underboob, enjoying the softness of your skin.

You lock your arms down so he wouldn't pull away easily.

His fingers work their way towards your perked nipples. You help him out a little and pull the flimsy neckline of your top lower to free your breasts.

He wets the pads of his fingers with his tongue and skillfully circles them all over your areola, avoiding your nipples.

You fidget a little as Yoongi teases you, holding off on *actual* foreplay.

"Stop moving, _____." Yoongi scolds.

You squirm more, grinding back against his crotch, letting out small moans of frustration and pleasure.

Indirectly, you motivate him to continue messing with you. He gets off on your bratty yet submissive demeanour.

"Oppa, please..." you whine, "I'm gonna cry..."

Yoongi nearly laughs at how eager you were.

Not wanting to torture you any longer, he spins you around to face him and dives in, tonguing your nipples. At first, he uses his hands to squeeze your tits together, giving him access to both nipples at once. He wets both your nipples, lickng and sucking on them.

"Oppa! More! Please!" You squeal a few incoherent words along the lines of 'harder' 'yes' and 'more'.

You grab onto his almost shoulder-length hair and push your chest harder against his mouth.

One of his giant hands is now wrapped around your lower back to support your wobbly-self, and the other is busied with rubbing, pressing on and gently pinching your free nipple while the other is caught in his mouth.

The cool air attacks your nipples, hardening them even more, each time he pulls them out of his warm, and wet mouth. It's never-ending.

Yoongi kisses, licks and sucks on your nipples as his hands travel down to grope your ass. You desperately grind your aching pussy on him.

You're seeing stars at this point.

Catching on to it, Yoongi spins you around yet again, making your back face him.

It's an everyday thing for the two of you. Your boyfriend was obsessed with your breasts.

Almost every night, after Yoongi's back home from a tiring day at work, he demands to make out with your tits and you've never skipped out on that opportunity.

Sometimes it even helps you sleep better after he's done suckling and slobbering all over your chest. (Or maybe it's the orgasm that helps.)

You begin to sway, with your back still pressed against Yoongi's front, to imaginary music as he struggles to undo your skirt.

Playfully, you condescend, "Does oppa need help taking a teensy skirt off?"

Yoongi looks taken aback. Scoffing, he roughly lifts your skirt, pulling it up higher and revealing your painfully regular, unsexy, washed-out blue cotton panties. You gasp mischievously, "Oppa, be gentle!"

Wasting no time, he grabs you by the waist and drags you to his recliner chair, walking backwards. You pout, feigning offense, "Oppa, you're so harsh..."

Yoongi scoffs in amusement and plops on the comfortable chair, pulling you down on his lap. You squeak an apology when your back harshly smacks into his face (although by no fault of yours.)

Yoongi groans and pulls your knees apart, elevating and pulling them back towards your heads, exposing your still clothed centre.

Yoongi wishes he had a mirror in front of the two of you so he could watch your expressions as he teases you. Maybe he'd bribe you to tag along to IKEA with him the very next day.

You're dripping through your panties, halfway to an orgasm. All because of Yoongi's mouth on your tits. It's only a little humiliating.

Your breathing stabilizes as Yoongi gives you time to steady yourself.

That doesn't last too long after Yoongi's finger traces your sensitive, puffy lips. You jerk and shiver involuntarily, but he holds you in place. The shielded, tiny bundle of nerves yearning to be played with makes you clench around nothing.

Yoongi stuffs his hand inside your panties and begins palming your pussy, getting your essence all over his palm. Your head instantly lolls back as you thank him profusely.

Yoongi groans, his fingers instantly finding your clit, "Fuck... _____, you're so wet. Didn't even have to use my spit. So fucking slippery already..." His throaty tone making you hornier by the second, you moan in delight, "Mm! Oppa... please don't stop..."

Yoongi feels like a pervert getting off on being called 'oppa' by you as he continues teasing your clit, lightly drawing circles on the hood.

"Oppa, please I need your cock in me. Want you to creampie me..."

A little surprised, he scoffs, "What a desperate slut."

You moan (whine) in agreement.

He's unbelievably hard but he won't give in just yet. He kisses the back of your shoulder instead.

Yoongi's middle and ring fingers tease your tight, wet entrance while he thumbs your clit (a little harder this time.)

"Show me your hands." Yoongi's demand confuses your already-dazed self but you comply, lifting both your open palms up close to your faces.

With his free hand, one at a time, Yoongi pulls your hands to his mouth and licks your fingers, "Play with your tits."

You obey and begin tenderly squeezing your breasts, feeling all around and over your areola, rubbing Yoongi's spit on them while gradually building up to toying with your perked nipples.

Never taking his thumb off your clit, he speeds up, now drawing tight circles on your ultra sensitive sweet spot. Your legs spread themselves wider and your fingers seem to have a mind of their own as they mindlessly pinch and soothe your sensitive nubs.

You're unapologetically leaking on Yoongi's very expensive trousers. He doesn't mind though. Yoongi wouldn't mind even if you peed on him. HIS words, not yours.

"Yoongi. Oh, Yoon- Yoonie..." Your whines and moans get breathier and (variations of) his name frequents your tongue as you begin to squirm harder in his lap.

Torturous, his digits continue their assault on your puffy little cunt.

Still barely penetrating you with two of his fingers, Yoongi presses his thumb down harder on your clit flicking it side to side, earning high-pitched cries from you.

Your breathing quickens and your hips lift involuntarily. Your orgasm's so close you can smell it. As can your boyfriend.

Yoongi's face twists in pleasure, watching only his fingers pull these reactions out of you.

"Please, faster, Yoonie... I'll be so good for you, oppa." Letting go off your breasts, you grip the arm of the recliner and your boyfriend's too. You begin grinding down on Yoongi's stiff cock, still hidden in his pants, as you near your climax.

Your somewhat coherent moans turn into nonsensical cries and babbles as Yoongi rubs your pussy faster every second.

The back of your head slams into Yoongi's shoulder. Taking advantage of the change in your posture, he leans in to kiss you, muffling your borderline screams, still playing with your clit.

"Mmmffhp...!!" A specific, very intentional, graze of Yoongi's finger on your other, tight hole sends you through the roof.

Yoongi vocalises in content and satisfaction as you begin to writhe uncontrollably on his lap as your orgasm takes over your entire body.

He palms your pussy to distribute the pressure and help you avoid overstimulation.

You force your tongue into his mouth and suck on his own as he brings you back down on Earth.

The muscles of your lips hurt from kissing so hard.

Reluctantly, Yoongi's the one who pulls away first.

He draws your legs shut and lays you across his lap, as well as the chair could accommodate it, supporting your upper back and head with his arms.

Yoongi smiles and watches your tummy move up and down as you breathe, thinking you'd be falling into slumber anytime now.

After lying motionless for another few minutes, your eyes open and focus on the fond expression on your boyfriend's face.

Your smile comes naturally as you decide to straddle him. All things innocent, of course.

Six months ago, Yoongi most likely wouldn't have known you. If he had somehow noticed you, he probably only knew you as just another girl from his friend's workplace who invited herself to every one of their group hangouts to stare at Yoongi. Not that he ever complained. But now, you're one of, if not the most important people in his life without whom he'd be incomplete.

As cheesy as it sounds, he can't rephrase it. You complete him. You're 'it' for him.

Resting your cheek on top of Yoongi's head, you sigh dreamily, "Thank you."

"Mm." Yoongi simply vocalised in response and held you in an embrace, planting innocent kisses across your breasts.

A peaceful moment passes. Then you gasp in realisation, "Oppa!" You cheer, "We have the whole 'olive theory' thing going!"

Yoongi pulls away to look up at you. The red 'afterglow' tinge on Yoongi's face darkens just a little, thoroughly endeared by your usage of the affectionate term. Almost to the point where he nearly misses everything it was followed by.

He catches himself, "We do?"

"It's this theory that tests how compatible a couple is." You explain, "If one likes olives and the other doesn't, they'd be the perfect match!"

Ah.

"So you're saying we're a perfect match?" Yoongi smirks, feeling smug.

You blink down at him, "Wouldn't you agree?"

"I would." He nods, "I love you."

Placing a chaste kiss on Yoongi's lips, you smile, "Good." It's sort of an unspoken 'I love you too'.

note: im sooo sorry it took so long! this was like one of the first requests i received so thanks again!

i'm still learning to write smut ok be nicE

this is unedited too 🫣 srry

[mayullla]

Title: Princess rescued by the hero

Character(s): Hero (Named character/original work)

Summary: A Hero arrived to save you yet you could not help but fear him more than the villain.

Tags/Warnings: Princess!reader, male!yandere, general yandere themes, implied manipulation, drabble: 680 words

It was a classic tale of a princess, a hero, and a villain. The princess was taken away from her home and family by the villain, only to be trapped within an old and dusty castle, and later saved by a hero.

You thought that they were just stories, nothing more.

Your captor was a man who knew how to use both dark magic and the sword. His subordinates were monsters and shadows that he created to rule over the kingdoms and nations. You wondered what you had done to catch the eyes of such a man, but in the end, there was always a hero.

Someone who would save you from the grasp of the wicked man…

"Thank you for saving me." It was hard for you to breathe as you stood in front of the ruined halls of the old castle and stared at the hero's face. The man who saved you placed a hand on his chest as he got down on one knee along with his team. You couldn't see his face as he looked down, bowing at you in a respectful manner. "You are now safe, princess."

Maybe it was best that you didn't see his face, you thought to yourself as you looked at the hero and his group.

You were still conscious of what happened in the fight. Your hands shivered at the thought when the dark lord turned into a dragon to kill the hero’s group, only to die at the hands of the hero who stabbed his sword into the monster’s chest.

You looked to your side to see the dead dark lord who took you away from your home, or what was left of him. He had turned into nothing but a burnt corpse consumed by the flames that he made.

The fight was still fresh in your mind, the spells that were cast on both sides from the dark lord himself and a wizard from the hero's group. Arrows flew at both sides in such a small space, and the crashes of swords still rang in your ears.

"What is your name? I need to know the hero who saved me." You spoke, holding on to whatever little pride you had. Holding yourself back from stuttering after everything you have gone through till now.

"My name is Vale," he said, his head still down. You didn't want to see his face. You were grateful truly that you were saved, and able to return home, but you could not help but become suspicious of the hero.

The hero who saved you was someone you feared.

"Thank you, Sir Vale, for killing the dark lord and saving me from him," you said as you lowered yourself down to take the man's hand, telling him to stand up and asking him if he was okay. “I will not forget you and your group's sacrifices.”

You didn't have any pity for the dark lord, for he was the one who destroyed homes and killed many. You weren't sympathetic to his death. But the moment when the hero stabbed the dark lord in the chest, the determined look on his face held something else.

You avoided the hero's eyes. Avoided looking at the blood splatter on his clothes. You could not help but wonder if there was something that you didn't know here. His eyes held a certain kind of insanity within them. The overconfidence of knowing that he would win as if this whole scenario was staged from the start.

A stage that was to reach a goal.

And you knew that this had something to do with you. When your eyes met his, you were sure of it as he held your hand tightly, warning but also clinging. The love in his eyes was crazed as he looked at you with so much passion. You were familiar with those eyes of his even before he became a hero, and tried to avoid him. Was he the one who created this stage, you wondered by yourself.

You were a fool, as you have placed yourself right on his hand.

[dead-boys-club]

†  normal : hawks.

❥ scenario: this is a cluster fuck of different writing based on concerns and desires of keigo with his civilian lover. * it's written like this because the request wasn't really specified, so you get the answer in multiple different way. ❥ no triggers; not rated. however, this does have spoilers - i think?? ❥ i don't have any beta readers - you get what you get. ❥ this was a request <3

I apologize - this ended up so much longer than i originally anticipated.

let me start off first with a few little hcs that come to mind.

One: when it comes to the idea of having a normal life and what to do about it, keigo is going to keep it to himself until he can't anymore. he already assumes it's a doomed thought - he's government/commission property, right? he's not allowed to have a normal life and he's well aware of the fact that as long as he's useful, he doesn't have much of a say. He would keep an eye on you, watching you go about your daily routines with a consent nagging voice in the back of his thoughts; constant longing, wariness - it's almost as if it's splitting him apart to have all of these thoughts. thoughts that he continues to tell himself he's not allowed to have. even when he's mid mission, he still has the idea of your future in the back of his mind. he's very much going to suffer in silence over it.

Two: his idea of normalcy, to him, is quite boring but that's the point. he often lays awake at night, imagining what it would be like to have a small house, somewhere no one can find, maybe with a garden and a pet - something so domestic with you causes his bones to ache and makes him restless. those imagines, so whimsical and pretty, always turn to nightmares the moment his eyes close because.. what if something happens to you? he would find himself teetering on the edge of his own ability to keep sane trying to have his own life. all he wants is simplicity; routines.. a home with love, laughter - no broken promises, bloodshed or the idea of one of you not making it home.

Three: he does have one idea. one idea that's so.. awful and pathetic that he wonders if he'll sound crazy even bringing it up to you. running away with you. it would be possible, right? he could find a way. your optimism would make up for the uncharacteristic lack of his own in that moment when he finally lets the idea slip. he wants a life where he can just be present with you and maybe that's what needs to be done. [ SPOILER? ] when keigo loses his quirk, despite his fears of not being able to protect you.. he really starts holding onto the dream of being with you, normal, enjoying life. after all - how can you be a hero without a quirk?

Four: even if he brought it up to you before, he would still battle it before finally coming to the decision to do something. he would sit with you, probably very uncertain and unsure, even though you'd already seemed enthusiastic about it. he would explain his thoughts, his nightmares, his fears.. his desire to keep you safe and keep you happy, away from the life he'd grown tired of. he loved saving people but he just wanted something he never had the chance to have before. he would offer you the chance of a fresh start, just the two of you, repeating to you, your comment that everyone can be free of the shadows of their past if they take the right steps.

with your support and thrilled agreement to follow him, because honestly, you'd follow him anywhere. he would find himself grasping at hope as you spent time planning, chatting about the future you both wanted. it would be frustrating. yes, it was decided but he would have his moments of feeling like he was stopping your life as well but he would be so conflicted, he couldn't find a balance between the pros and cons that didn't make him feel selfish.

✧*̥˚ first tiny drabble *̥˚✧

keigo had spent years pining over the idea of normalcy - a home, a loving family and the pleasure of living an every day life; an idea he'd abandoned countless times due to being a hero. the ache in his chest grew worse when he'd met you, a civilian who had chuckled off his hero persona and saw straight threw it, smiling and brushing it off; you saw him as just another person and that moment, he began to dream that maybe he could be just that.

your ability to stand by and cheer him on through everything furthered the chaos on his mind, something he kept from you the best he could. you supported him through the challengers and dangers that came with being a hero and at the end of the day, you greeted him the same way and welcomed him home, letting him shed the skin of 'hawks' and live just a few hours as himself. you brought him solace, anchoring him to reality as he battled having a double life. time passed, though, and he could only handle it alone for so long before realizing he couldn't just ignore the growing desire to have a normal life.. he just knew he had responsibilities that he couldn't simply walk away from. they wouldn't let him.

he battled with the secrets, the lies, his past, your safety.. all of it was becoming too much.

after one rather harsh mission that left you both a little shaky, keigo found himself staring out the window, the evening sky bleeding into night and his bones aching beneath skin and muscle. that didn't matter though. you sat beside him, quiet, and giving him the space to relax, just content to have him home.

'this.. i love this,' he finally spoke, voice holding the softest tinge of regret, and followed by a sigh. 'being here with you, so close, it's everything i've ever wanted.' he couldn't deny his enjoyment of his career but truly, nothing beat getting to sink next to you and not think anymore.

you squeezed his hand, silent encouragement for him to continue, curious where his thoughts had fallen.

'but..' keigo shifted, words having heavy in the air as a frown ghosted over his features. 'they don't like it.. this isn't the life i'm supposed to be living. they're call it a liability and.. well, that puts you in danger.'

understanding the concern, you were growing afraid of where the conversation was headed. 'it's not like i didn't know the risks when i agreed to be with you.. i love you, regardless of the danger, you know that.' that felt to easy to you, tightening your hold on his hand.

the blond tipped his head to look at you, tired and a little overwhelmed, 'and i love you, too, more than anything.'

you frowned. 'but..'

his shoulders slumped and he squeezed your hand. 'but,' he repeated, 'am i being selfish? risking your safety just for a few hours of being normal, it's not fair to you.'

immediately, you began shaking your head, firm with how you chose to respond. 'Keigo, you listen to me. this isn't just about you or what you want - it's about us, isn't it? i chose to be with you because i love you and i trust you; because i fully believe in you. so what, with you or not.. i'd be facing risks every day with the world we live in. i'd rather face those risks with you.'

he swallowed hard, eyebrows briefly pulling together. 'that's what scares me. you're willingness to put yourself in this position.' he didn't like admitting it but he had no choice, feeling backed into a corner with the world around him, making his choices for him. 'it's something so.. real.'

it took a moment for you not to chuckle, knowing it would earn you a look you didn't need, and reached to cup his face, thumbs brushing gingerly at his features. 'we will face whatever comes out way together. i'm not going anywhere.'

his eyes slipped shut, leaning towards the warmth of your touch. 'i know,' he mumbled, tone making it obvious just how low he felt. 'just.. i need to figure it out, how to keep you safe.. how to make all of this work.'

'and we will.' you smiled, leaning up to press a lingering kiss to his forehead, 'if we aren't facing them together.. well, that's not real love.'

he didn't respond, just pulled you closer, finding solace in your words and presence. keigo knew that with you, he'd already found a home, nothing else mattered - he just needed to keep that safe.

✧*̥˚ another small drabble but with spice *̥˚✧

tension was an awful thing and it hung thick in the apartment as you and keigo as he paced, his demeanor fractured in frustration and agitation. you sat, silent, watching him with concern, knowing full well that his outburst didn't come from something so surface level. his deep-rooted fear of losing you, your safety, it was getting to him.

'kei..' you pleaded barely above a whisper, breaking the silence. 'i get that you're concerned, and i unde--'

keigo turned on his heel to face you, the expression he held so intense that you were a little surprised. 'but nothing!' he hadn't even realized he raised his voice. 'do you understand what could happen..? what could happen to you just because you're with me? what they could do to you?'

you were honestly a little confused; you weren't sure if he was speaking on the topic of the commission or villains anymore but you brushed that aside. his words cut deep, the fear and desperation as his hands clenched into fists at his sides. it made your heart weep to see him in such a pent up state and as you stood, you thought carefully over what you were going to say.

'i know it's dangerous. i know.. we have things coming at us from more than one side,' you began, keeping your voice as steady as you could manage, trying not to let your own whirlwind of emotions make things worse. 'but, i can't just walk away.'

he shook his head, jaw clenching for a second. 'i'm not asking you to walk away, i'd rather be on my knees begging you not to,' he said, his voice becoming softer. 'what you don't understand is .. is i don't know what i would do if something happened to you. i need you to be careful. i need you to stay safe.'

'i am careful. i'm always careful,' you frowned, 'i know how to take care of myself. did you forget that? i made it how long before i met you?'

closing his eyes, he shifted his weight and took a moment to collect himself, struggling to rein in emotions that felt like he no longer had control over. when he finally spoke, you could hear the regret laced within the words. 'i know you do. it just scares me to think i could lose you.. because of me.'

you hated the way tears welled up, the weight of his words settling heavy on your shoulders and you weren't sure what to say. reaching out for his hand, you held onto it tightly.

'i love you.' your voice trembled and you took in a soft breath. 'i'm not going anywhere.. and i'll fight tooth and nail if something ever happens. but, i need you to trust me as much as i trust you.'

looking down at your hands, then up to you, keigo's gaze softened. 'i do trust you. it's hard.'

'i know.' carefully pulling him into a tight, comforting embrace, you took in a deep breath to keep from falling apart. 'we'll figure it out. we always do.'

✧*̥˚ thoughts *̥˚✧

as impossible as hawks would think it was.. i don't think he'd ever be with someone who agreed with him - because he needs someone by his side that is willing to fight for him and face the world with him. maybe a completely normal life wouldn't be something he could have, not with his quirk, but his s/o would do everything in their abilities to give him as many normal moments of they could.

hawks would grasp on to every single moment he could - despite the worries and concerns. however, if she were in danger.. i think he would probably shut down. he's very rational, very logical - he knows it's possible but if it actually happened? i don't think he would be able to handle the way he felt.

so, let's go into some hcs about her getting hurt - and i'm breaking this down, outside of a scenario, for the simple fact i don't have a scene base.

✧*̥˚ if his s/o actually got hurt *̥˚✧

let's start off with his initial reaction because not a single person could look at me and say he wouldn't feel guilty; he'd feel like his entire world just shattered to pieces. everything they'd talked about, fought about - it had become reality. he would be overwhelmed and probably angry with himself about not being able to protect her, thinking over and questioning every single little choice he'd made that lead to not being there for her. he would blame himself. if this happened, say.. like during the mla arc and she was a casualty, i think he'd become very.. how to say, merciless with whoever he was against, because he'd be fueled by the racing thoughts of; is she alive? is she okay? does she hate me? i failed her.

not a single thing would matter to him until he got to see her and the moment he learned where she was, he was off - almost begrudgingly finishing what he needed to, first. he's probably not in the best shape and he doesn't give a single shit about anyone around him - he just needs to get to her. he would be so desperate to find her, words almost not coherent as he asked around the staff.

it would take everything in him not to be on his knees the moment he saw her in a hospital bed, feeling like he didn't even deserve to be called a hero when he couldn't save the one person he truly loved. however, i will say, he's not going anywhere. he would be by her side, barely sleeping or eating, ignoring others, refusing to leave until she was leaving with him - he would be reluctant to have his own injuries looked at because they didn't matter. those around him, they wouldn't recognize him - the hawks sitting beside her bedside was someone that no one else knew. the tears, the cursing; he was in pain and struggling with heart ache just being there.

as he sat there, holding her hand, he'd be left with his thoughts and let's be honest.. hawks is not a character that should be left with endless time alone with his thoughts. doesn't matter the topic. his confidence would be broken. his own self worth would be trash. hawks already has moments of believing he isn't worth a grain of salt but he'd be so caved in that he would doubt his ability to be a hero, a partner, a human being. in his mind, even being a hero that's supposed to keep countless people safe, he would have failed his most important role.

as she began to recover, hawks would slowly sink into a world of contemplation on what to do when she was out. he'd have done something he thought was even shittier than letting her get injured - he would write out a break up note, because he didn't feel worthy of facing her. she would never see it, he couldn't do that but he debated on if no longer being connected to her would help; maybe it was the only way to keep her safe. he would tell her this and it would be a very heavy, very draining conversation and he would feel like absolute shit for putting her through something so emotionally and mentally exhausting after what she'd been through but.. he would be a little relieved when she lightly hit the back of his head and told him to stop thinking that way.

hawks would walk away from this with even more determination to be better; to be a better partner, hero, etc. he'd become even more vigilant and serious, needing to do what he could to make sure she never ended up hurt again. even though she reminded him that he couldn't always be there and things happened - he would still do his damndest.

even if his lover could bounce back and reassure him, i think a situation like this would honestly be pretty traumatic for him. he already struggles with guilt and regret and that would just deepen - it would be something he would bring up every blue moon, needing to vent and hide away with her for a day or two just to deal with the thoughts and feelings that came with them. because of her, ignoring the AFO quirk situation, he would accept that.. things couldn't be perfect, couldn't be as simple and normal as he wanted.. but he would just have to make due with what she made normal for him, and he'd be happy with that. he would still think about it.. dream of a home, peace.. and he would hold onto hope that one day he could have that but until that day, he would work with it and just be happy to have someone who cherished him so much.

[meltnein]

I was correcting some writings and found some character analyses (besides some drabbles) that I had saved somewhere. So, while I correct my writings, I’ll share a few ideas I had about Drift and his story:

Scenario 1. Gasket always gives his energon rations to others.

Gasket handed Drift a cube of energon, giving Drift a soft smile, encouraging him to take it. Drift simply looked at the cube with doubt, turning his gaze back to his friend's faceplate.

Drift: "You haven't eaten in cycles."

Gasket: "Just because you haven't seen me eat doesn't mean I don't. Go ahead. Take it."

Drift knew Gasket was lying, but he never called him out on it; no one did.

Scenario 2. How was the interaction between Ratchet and Drift in the clinic? Taking into account the context where Drift decided (forced by Ratchet) to stay in the clinic to be monitored for his condition.

Ratchet's paint was pure white, accented with bright red highlights. The colors were so beautiful that, upon seeing his own, Drift quickly felt an inexplicable shame about his appearance. His paint was dull, with small cracks and dents that ruined his look.

(...)

Ratchet took Drift's hand, examining each servo with curiosity, leaving a gentle tingling sensation on Drift's plates every time Ratchet's servo traced the tips of his claws.

"I’ve seen many plate wear downs, but none as sharp as yours. Usually, it's the miners who have this kind of wear. Though it seems hereditary..."

(...)

Ratchet always used physical contact. A hand on Drift's shoulder, a brush of armor, and if there wasn’t a touch, Ratchet always orbited around his magnetic field. Drift never said anything about this.

Scenario 3. Drift observes Wing's sword more closely. It brings back old memories he thought he had forgotten.

Drift shifted his optics toward Wing's sword. The pure white highlighted the blade's edge, constantly polished to prevent wear on the grip. Drift always avoided using it; he was afraid of losing the last remnants of Wing and his legacy (He could barely endure the tormenting nights where Gasket's image faded from his memory, unable to hold onto anything that reminded him of his old friend).

Drift's servos wrapped around the sword's hilt, sliding over the blade's edge. White, like Wing's armor. Gold, like Gasket's armor. Blue, like Ratchet's eyes. Drift took his time to explore the sword with his servos. He took the time to drown in nostalgia, to remember.

(...)

Tears fell onto the sword's golden engravings, overflowing onto the white edge. Drift felt stupid for having thought about forgetting them. Forgetting every lesson, every push to keep him on the right path, every secret smile, every moment that helped Drift become his best self.

I love this character, but I think there was a lot left to explore. His relationship with Gasket, the loss of Wing, the development of love between Ratchet and Drift, as well as the battles to deal with guilt and and the pain. Maybe I'll make a dratchet fanfic (analysis), hehe.

[namazunomegami]

Slippage

pairing: geto suguru x fem!reader

cw: canon divergence, age gap, implied parental abuse and neglect, implied complex trauma, dubious boundaries, teacher-student scenario, hurt/comfort

a/n: this is a small scene from my dilf!geto fic. It's highly unlikely that I'll finish it in the near future, because this fic takes an excruitiating mental toll on me. I haven't hit that point in my recovery where I can face this shadow of mine, express it in a way that it doesn't hurt and create something meaningful out of it. It's too personal, hits too close to home, reader is just a plain self-insert here. Everything that I am, all my ugliness, all my mistakes that I repeat over and over, all the things that make my life difficult sometimes is encapsulated in this fic. But this scene is the most beautiful thing that I've ever written and I wanted to share it with you. Enjoy.

This drabble is not proofread, so terribly sorry for the horrendous mistakes here and there.

"I know her better than you do. I’d only cause trouble if I go back home. I can’t leave my mimics here, nobody can control them, they’d wreak havoc at home, and it would only anger her. I just… I don’t want to deal with that shit I had to endure before I was –"

Taken? Rescued? Saved? What is it this time?

Your breath hitches in the back of your throat, and then, you continue.

"It’s for the better that she never sees me again. I bet her life is more peaceful now that she doesn’t have to deal with what I am. I’m a ruiner. I only ruin and fuck up everything, whether I’m here or at home."

Your nails are plunged into the flesh of your forearm. Pain, but it is the soothing kind for you. Sometimes it's better to feel it on your skin rather than in that bottomless void inside your chest. Geto knows this habit of yours too well, he can spot the prints of crescent Moons peppering your complexion. He keeps it for himself though, he must ask your something.

“What do you need? Comfort, advice or distraction?”

You turn your head slowly in his direction. You look borderline horrified by the question and he’s just as shocked by your answer as you are.

“I… I don’t know.” you manage to get it out, shakily and confused. “Nobody asked me before.”

A very old sensation bubbles in Geto’s chest. A kind of hate he hoped he could get rid of in his younger years. A passionate, all-consuming hate that can leave the world in ruins. He hoped there’re no remains left from it. No, it’s still there, deep down and repressed and now, your words wake it up again. You unknowingly ignited this pile of absolute abhorrence.

Luckily, he swallows it down, just like his curses. Everything going on inside his head is perfectly concealed by a calm, almost flat expression.

“If you need comfort, I can offer some kind words, maybe a hug. If you need advice, I tell you how I’d deal with this kind of situation. If you need distraction, I bring up another topic, lead your focus elsewhere.”

Crippling the inability to decide as you’re processing his words. You’re not sure that it’s right to give in to have your suffering soothed, you don’t want to breach that unknown border that separates you, because once you cross that line there’s no going back to this exact spot. You want to think about the consequences, will it bring calamity or something that you’re inherently craving? It still makes you uncomfortable to be perceived as weak and vulnerable but at the same time, you feel seen, understood in a weird, twisted sense. In this moment, he means much more to you than any other sorcerer cramped up in this place. He’s not just a mentor to you anymore. He knows your burden, he wants to carry it with you.

“I think I can use a hug.” you murmur.

Geto stands up from his seat, arms slightly ajar and to your surprise, he waits. You’re at awe how different he is compared to anyone you know. Even though you asked for it, he doesn’t force it on you. He wants you to come to him at your own accord. You have the right to refuse.

But why would you do that?

You walk towards him slow and unsure, still frightened about an imaginary repercussion, you expect something bad to happen before you can get your well-deserved affection. Your body is tense and stiff as you snuggle into his embrace, arms still folded, nails digging into the skin of your forearm, in a self-soothing hug that you just can’t unlearn because that’s the only thing you’ve ever got. You glue your ear to his chest, still strong and solid, but a bit softer with age. His heartbeat fills your ear up, resonates through your whole being and for some reason, tears swell in your eyes. You’re in a much more fragile state of mind. You wish that he would be bare, so you can cling closer to his skin, being eased by this strange, primordial rhythm. Maybe you’re just reminded of that time when you were just an infant, placed to your mother’s chest. You want to reject that feeling, that image inside your brain. You wish that he could have brought you to this world.

His arms are closing around you slowly. Like he doesn’t want to scare you, but you still tremble when you sense his palms touching your back. It’s such a strange sensation… You’re a shelter dog, unlearning that belief that not every human will kick you in the side once you’re close enough.

(He thinks you need to eat. A lot more than you let yourself. As soon as you quitted the meds the weight started melting off from your bones. But you’re not used to eating with a company. You don’t particularly feel safe to do that. You only eat when you can get alone, bringing your game to a secluded place like some kind of a predator. You don’t trust the others.)

After seconds, minutes… your perception of time is blurred, you finally succumb, you surrender. Your mind is finally silent, your body is finally limp, just like your arms hanging next to your sides.

“It’s not your fault.”

Your breath becomes rapid, it hitches in the back of your throat. Your body is in a frenzied spasm again. Your head desperately tries to pull itself between your shoulders, shaking in utter denial. You refuse his statement.

“It’s not your fault.” he repeats in a stern, yet still soothing tone. “You didn’t cause it and you’re not to blame.”

You immediately broke down. Crying like you never did before, soaking his shirt with your warm, salty tears. But strangely, your reaction doesn’t come from sadness or pain, it’s more like a relief. And he waits, waits, and waits, until your lungs are tired out. Only then creates some space between you by pushing you back by your shoulders.

Your face is a red, puffy, wet mess. A glistening mixture of tears, snot and saliva is smeared all over your features.

“Remember, I’m always here to help. Loneliness is a cruel place, a well that you can’t crawl out of on your own. It’s a prison that we build for ourselves.” he says, with a voice as soft and tender like velvet as he’s drying your wet lashes with a finger. “Don’t let yourself be swallowed by your solitude. Call for me. Look for me. And I reach out and touch you in your loneliness.”

You’re sure that he means it in a more metaphorical, figurative way, but you do yearn for his touch. All gentle and warm, it eases you in an unknown way, fills you up with something so genuine and unconditional but sadly, you can’t even put a name on it. Yet, it makes you feel so loved and secured.

[thebrilliantretort]

The Devil and the Fool pt.1

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❈ Astarion x gn!afab!reader ❈

Masterlist

Summary: Y/n and several of their companions have a plan to interrogate some of Astarion’s siblings about what Cazador is planning. Unfortunately, things do not go as smoothly as anticipated.

Notes: !!!! Spoilers for Act3!!!!!! Bhaal cultist quest and Astarion quest, I say ‘gown’ in the story but I’m gonna link a suit here that I think would also fit with this scenario if gowns aren’t your thing, the gown I had in mind is linked in the story, this series was inspired by this drabble ❤️❤️

TW⚠️: pregnancy, mentions vomiting one time

WC: 3,410

Karlach and I laughed as we chatted, strolling through the lower city back to the Elfsong tavern. We had just picked up a gown from the Facemaker’s Boutique. Figaro was still feeling generous after we had saved him from a Bhaal cultist not too long ago. The gown was for a mission involving Astarion freeing himself from his master, Cazador. There was a kind of party or event happening which Astarion was sure that his spawn siblings would attend. More than a bit classier than Fraygo’s Flophouse where we had seen them earlier. They had immediately vanished into thin air as we approached, we assumed it was due to Shadowheart having equipped the Blood of Lathander. We all agreed that the best option now was to get into the party and have one of us play a decoy. Then, have one of the spawn “lure” the person back to Cazador’s lair or at least get them alone to interrogate. And the best person for this role had been voted to be me, seeing as I would be least likely to be recognized and/or loose my temper.

“Oh! Over there, you see that out house over there? Me and a few of my mates would wait for for some drunkard to go in a send a blast of fire through the door - watch ‘em run out with their pants around their ankles!” Karlach cackled, grabbing her stomach.

I slapped her arm as I laughed along as well. Humming as the laughter quieted down, suddenly our back and forth banter had turned into silence. The weight of the gown seemed so much heavier than before. Readjusting it in my arms, the crinkling of the covering and murmuring of civilians was the only thing breaking the silence. I could feel Karlach’s gaze on the side of my face for a moment before she looked back at the ground in front of her.

“Maybe… there’s another way, maybe someone else who could take your place?” She said softly, breaking the tense silence between us.

I smiled to myself. Karlach was always the sweetest, had her thoughts full and concentrated on others at all times.

“Karlach… we all know that this is the best and maybe only chance we’ll get to talk to them before the ritual.”

“I just… I think - I feel like you should tell him before going through with it.” Trying to speak carefully about the subject. I knew she disagreed with the way I was going about things with Astarion.

I had been feeling particularly ill the past couple weeks. At first, I thought nothing of it - we had been traveling and battling nonstop for who knows how long while Astarion had been drinking from me. That would make anyone feel unwell. But when the hunger, constant nausea, and vomiting began and most significantly missing my monthly bleeding I feared the worst. I went to Halsin to confirm, and he concuered that I was pregnant. I couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of fear and dread - I had so many more battles to fight, so much more to do. The world was far from safe, how am I supposed to bring a child into it? How am I suppose to keep the child safe while it grows inside me when I can’t even keep myself from harms way? At the same time, a small piece of myself was almost excited. I’ve never put too much thought into being a parent. Would I even be a good one? The real question was how was I supposed to tell Astarion any of this? I knew he wasn’t particularly fond of children. I wasn’t completely sure why I was keeping this from Astarion, my main excuse was not to distract him. But it was almost as if I subconsciously wanted to keep it a secret so I could hold onto the idea of having a family, and having one with Astarion.

I simply looked at Karlach with a knowing gaze. She knows how I feel, my thoughts on the matter. I talk to her more than anyone about these things. Karlach is someone that I feel at ease with when confiding in them. She shook her and changed the subject.

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“You sure this looks right? That I look right *in* it?” I huffed, tugging and pulling at the cloth. It was probably the most expensive thing I’d ever worn, except for the armor that had been looted during our journey. I stared at my body in the full length mirror in front of me, frowning. I can’t even remember the last time I got dressed up like this, it was so foreign to see.

Astarion made the final adjustments to the back of the dress and then placed his palms upon my shoulders. Though he couldn’t see himself, I could tell he, too, was staring at my reflection.

“You look absolutely exquisite, my dear.” He sighed, placing a chaste kiss on my cheek. I smiled and looked down as I smoothed out the fabric around my stomach. Painfully aware now more than ever of my predicament.

I did feel guilty for keeping this from him. I knew he could sense something was different, I’m not sure how - maybe it was my scent or maybe something different about my blood, maybe both. He had only asked me if I felt alright and things along those lines but there was no more inquiries beyond that. I know I worried him but I assured him I was okay and he took that whether he truly believed that or not.

I was subtly pulled out of my thoughts as I felt Astarion rest his chin on my shoulder. I turned my head to look at him while he snuggled his face into the crook of my neck. Wrapping his arms around my waist and squeezing tightly.

“Are you… you’re sure that you want to do this, love? Surely we can find another way to -“

“I’m positive, Astarion,” I quickly interrupted and stiffened, staring back into the mirror, “we’ve talked about this.”

I loosened from his hold and turned to face him. Gently placing my hand on his cheek, trying to meet his eyes but they were closed. He leaned his cheek into my palm and held it there. I frowned, putting my other hand onto the opposite cheek and pulled him forward to kiss his forehead. I stayed with my lips there for several seconds, squeezing my eyes closed.

I knew this was terribly dangerous, we all did. Even more so to the ones who knew of my pregnancy. I knew how important this was to Astarion, obtaining this information in order to free himself (and possibly obtaining unimaginable power). I wanted to do this for him, more than anything. This could be the last chance to get something from the spawn. If this failed, we’d be heading into Cazador’s lair completely blind. Which wouldn’t keep us from assaulting the manor but luring the spawn seemed much less dangerous than attacking with nothing.

I released his face from my grasp and brought my hands back to my sides. Taking one more look in the mirror, I breathed in deeply.

“I’ll be fine, I’ll be back in no time. We’ll have what we need and everything will be better than before.” I wasn’t sure how much of that was for Astarion, it felt as though I was trying to convince myself.

Astarion wouldn’t be present for the party, the spawn knew him and his scent. We couldn’t risk them fleeing once again. We determined a meeting place in which Astarion and the others would intercept my being lead to Cazador’s palace. Though I wouldn’t be completely alone, Gale and Minthara would keep an eye on me while blending in with the crowd.

I turned from my spot in front of Astarion and began preparing the final steps of our operation.

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“Let’s go over the plan one last time.”Shadowheart said, sternly.

We had all gathered in the center of the floor we occupied at Elfsong. Minthara, Gale, and I in our best party clothes while Astarion, Karlach, Lae’Zel, and Shadowheart suited up in their armor and myriad of weapons.

“The party goers will entire separately, with Y/n last - giving enough time for the others to get settled in. The rest of us will spread out around the interception point. Never let your guard down and stay alert, that goes for everyone. Stealth is key - understood?”

Lae’zel rolled her eyes at Shadowheart’s commanding tone and Karlach began hopping from side to side, getting psyched up for the mission - I’m assuming. I smiled to myself as I felt a wave of warmth and comfort knowing my friends will be with me. As the leader of the group, I did my best to put on a brave face. To control my anxiety, never let my palms get sweaty, never let them see me worried. Although at this moment, it was getting more and more difficult to do. But the knowledge that I won’t be alone, I’ll be safe without armor and weapons, helped a little bit.

After we all affirmed our roles, we headed out towards our assigned positions.

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The noise coming from the manor holding the party was probably keeping everyone within miles awake. Checking my clothes and hair quickly, I breathed in through my nose and out my mouth quickly. It was time to begin my part.

As I walked toward the entrance, a handsome half-elf opened the door with a warm smile. I offered a small smile and nod back to him as I stepped across the threshold into the foyer.

The house was absolutely beautiful, and bigger than any home I’d ever seen. As I entered I was greeted with an extravagant front room featuring two sets of swirling marble stair cases that sat beside each other. The walls, a cozy cream color, were decorated with various paintings and portraits. Antiqued golden sconces with flickering candles lined together and the smell of bergamot and pine wafted throughout the manor. Several small end tables and some longer were scattered around the area covered with antique vases and little Knick knacks, candle holders and umbras, and flowers whose color matched the color scheme of the room. On the left wall was another entrance to what I presumed to be a ball room. The double doors open with a large crowd of people inside, mixing and mingling. I briefly stopped to collect myself before putting on my “naive and helpless” persona.

As I entered, the chatter, crowdedness, and the lights were almost overwhelming. I shook it off and tried to get myself accustomed to my surroundings. I looked around as a strode past the many clamoring bodies, all beautifully dressed and even more beautifully looking. Eventually making my way to a particularly lavish fireplace. The opening was almost as tall as I was and surrounded with intricately carved wooden forest creatures. The fire inside calm, not too big but not small either. I watched the flames for a few seconds as I tried to ground myself. I didn’t want to chance looking around for Gale and Minthara amidst the other party goers and focused on looking lost and bored. Hoping that my obliviousness would attract the spawn.

Perhaps I was being a bit presumptuous that my looks alone would lure one of the spawn to me without me putting in much effort. A half-orc came around, holding a tray of some kind of alcohol in glass goblets. I made eye contact with the server and she approached, offering me a glass. I quickly accepted and grabbed a cup. A couple people had come up to me, propositioning me for a dance or more. I politely shooed them away and continued to wait while faking sips of my beverage. I was about to start walking around and try to mingle - act like I belong - when a young man approached. He was dressed just as Astarion was when we first met and scanned my body with red eyes. This was definitely one of the spawn. I tried to control my body language as to not give away how excited I was that the plan was coming along as planned. So close to what we needed.

“Why hello there, darling, what’s a beautiful thing like you doing all alone?” He smirked, he was definitely charismatic.

“Well, I have been expecting a friend but it seems as though they had other plans.” I sighed, staring into my cup as I twirled the liquid around.

“What a horrible mistake they’ve made, perhaps you’d like me to accompany you this evening? My name is Petras, and you, beautiful?” He said as he stepped closer. Gods, to think of how many people fell for this, and Petras was only one of seven.

I looked up to meet his crimson stare as he continued holding a smirk on his lips. Tilting my head to the side and pursing my lips, as if considering my options. I tapped my finger against the glass and looked the crowd over, pushing myself off the wooden carvings.

“I suppose… what do you have in mind, Petras?” I smiled, reaching to play with his outer shirt.

“There’s a party happening at the palace of Cazador Szarr tomorrow night, it will be much more spectacular than this drab little gathering.”

He scoffed, side-eyeing the decor as if all this was nothing.

“Tsk, I was hoping for something to occupy me this evening…” I pouted, fingers tracing the stitching of his clothing down to his abdomen.

He looked around again, this time as if searching for something in particular. As if what he was about to say was something secret. He leaned in closer, almost whispering in my ear, but far enough to still be able to look each other in the eyes.

“Perhaps we could have our own little party, tonight at my place. What do you say?”

“That’s more of what I had in mind.” I giggled, cringing at myself on the inside. Hells, I’m not sure how much longer I could keep up this act.

Petras grabbed my hand and began to lead me out of the crowd. I quickly set my glass down on one of the tables and prayed to any god that could hear me that Gale and Minthara could see me or was at least aware that I was leaving. He wrapped an arm around my waist after exiting the home. I continued acting, giggling as we chatted and playfully hitting his arm. After some time, I began to notice that the path we had taken was not the one we had anticipated. Trying to control my anxiety and remain calm I casually mentioned that I had never been in this part of the city before. I knew perfectly well where Cazador’s manor was and this was not a path to it.

“Oh, it’s just a shortcut. I find this part of the city beautiful at this time of night.” He sighed while smiling. Something was definitely wrong. The only thing lighting the area was the moon and star light that shone through the trees. The ground was mostly grass with dirt patches placed at random. The cracked and crumbling stone walls where covered in foliage, flora seems to dominate this place more than anything else. Rarely disturbed by any creatures besides woodland. My panic began to rise in the pit of my stomach. The only weapon I had on me was a stake I had hidden, strapped to my side. As I tried to come up with some kind of escape plan, he stopped.

“You know, I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time.” He sighed, back turned to face me - he knew I wasn’t going anywhere.

The walls too high to climb quickly without being grabbed and pulled down and there’s no way to sprint back the way we came without him catching up to me. Perhaps I could talk my way out of this, or buy some time for my companions to realize something had gone wrong.

“You’re cute, but I feel a bed would better suit tonight activities.” Trying to continue to act as a clueless victim, looking around and trying to think quickly of how to get out of this, get help.

Petras turned on his heel and took several, slow steps towards my direction, like a predator stalking its prey. He tilted his head as he stood mere inches from my face, he brought the back of his hand up to my cheek.

“No, I believe this to be perfect. Just relax, my love.” His knuckles caressed my cheek as he began stepping forward again. I cannot let him back me into where ever he was trying to get me right now. I tried concentrating as hard as I possibly could for any solution, any means of escape, any sign that we were not alone.

Then, my back was knocked into one of the walls. My heart beat racing, and I knew he could hear it. Petras licked his lips, pausing after breathing deeply into my neck. I carefully attempted to gain access to the stake I had hidden in the side of clothing. He began to pull away with a confused look on his face when I was able to free the weapon and point it at his chest.

“I know for a fact that you are most definitely not allowed to feast on me.” I stated, pushing the tip of the stake into his chest. He began to back away as fear suddenly took over his features.

“I thought I recognized that scent. So where is that spineless runt?” Petras spat.

“Watch your mouth, I just want you to answer some questions about the Black Mass and I’ll release you.” I pushed the stake’s tip further into his chest, causing him to grimace. Damn, I scrubbed as hard as could to get rid of Astarion’s scent. It seems like it worked for the most part, until now. A rustling of of dried foliage abruptly interrupted our discussion. I relaxed slightly thinking that my companions had found me.

“Petras, I believe you were told to leave. Now look what trouble you’ve gotten into, what would have happened if we hadn’t been here?” A man snapped, coldly. Two figures stepped out of the shadows into view. The man, human (or was human), was tall with long brown hair and a woman stood beside him with pink pink and white hair. Both of their eyes matched Petras’, more of Astarion’s siblings.

“They want to know about the ritual, and they wreak of Astarion.” he grunted, the stake still at his chest, as he nervously looked at his siblings.

“Astarion? He’s alive?” The woman questioned stepped forward with a doe-eyed look. “Leon, we have to find him.” She pleaded. Leon firmly shushed her as he questioned me.

“What do you know of the Black Mass?” He inquired, taking a few steps towards me. In response I gripped the stake tighter and further pressed it back into Petras’ chest. Leon immediately paused.

“I know that you definitely do not want it to happen. Not much else.” Hoping to trigger their intrigue in order to buy more time for an escape. Petras chuckled, “Is that what he told you? Selfish bastard.”

My head snapped towards him and applied enough pressure to pierce his skin. Blood began to bloom underneath his shirt as he sucked air harshly through his teeth.

“Please, please don’t hurt him!” The woman yelped.

“Dalyria, please, silence.” Leon quieted her again. Dalyria closed her mouth and hung her head in defeat.

“So, Astarion got an innocent to do his dirty work. We should take them to Master, I’m sure he’ll follow to save his pet.” Leon instructed to his siblings. As if on queue, Petras harshly pushed me back and ducked as I swung the stake towards his chest. As I stumbled backwards Leon grabbed me from behind, gripping the arm holding the stake so tightly I’d be surprised if it didn’t leave his finger prints printed onto my skin. Dalyria quickly ran up and yanked the stake from my hand and threw it as far away as she could.

A loud pang filled my ears as everything disappeared and a black smoke enveloped me.

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I just thought of another lil scenario (sorry I know I'm annoying 😬) where Ransom is lying in bed with a one night stand after they've just finished having sex (his backs to her) he's told her that no girl meets his family/Harlan basically but she spots a photo of Ransom and reader at Harlan's house and she's like "wow where's that" and he says his grandads home so the girls like "oh, who's the girl?" And moans about "this girl" meeting his family

What would his reaction be? 👀

Does reader and Ransom have photos of eachother still?

You’re not annoying darling!!!

This is just a what if. Let’s get our Drabble on!!!

He regretted calling her up the moment she showed up. She was clingy and couldn’t take a hint and even though she was hot those two things were a major turn off for him.

“You know this is our third time meeting up.” She says from behind him. They were still in bed but as soon as he was done he turned around and sat up with the goal of getting to the bathroom.

“And?”

“Well aren’t we going to make it official? You know meet the family and all that.”

Ransom snorts as he puts on his boxer briefs.

“No one I sleep with meets my family.”

“I think you’ll change your mind.” She says as she begins to get dressed herself.

“Yeah I doubt that.”

****

Once Ransom noticed the woman he called over wasn’t just going to leave he ushered her out of his room. Instead of heading out she makes her way over to the bar and pours herself a drink.

“Can you finish that up and leave already. This wasn’t a social call.” Ransom snaps at her.

“Oh come on, I just want to get to know you better.”

She wanders around the living room and her eyes land on a few small framed photographs her has laying around. Pictures you’d given him.

“This place looks amazing.” She says as she holds one up. “Where’s this at?”

Against his better judgment he indulges her and answers.

“My grandfather’s house.”

“And the girl in the picture with you? I thought you said no one you sleep with meets your family.”

“She’s different.”

“And why’s that? How are we so different?”

At this point Ransom is beyond pissed so he does what he does best.

“Because she isn’t a slut who’s trying so desperately to have a relationship with someone that was only using her for a semi-decent fuck. Now I think it’s time you get the fuck out.”

She huffed out in anger and first chucked the glass in her hand straight to his head, which he dodged. Then she threw the framed picture on the floor and stomped on with her heels. It not only broke the glass but damaged the picture itself. Ransom stalked over to her and grabbed her by her waist and pulled her toward the front door. He threw it open and placed her on the porch while she kicked and screamed at him.

“Lose my fucking number you prick. Im the best you’ll ever have and you just lost your chance.”

“Please you’re not even in my top 5. And I didn’t even have your number saved. Why don’t you try finding your self respect instead of jumping on the dick of the first guy that calls you in the middle of the night.” Ransom says before slamming the door in her face.

He walks back in and begins to clean up the mess but realizes that the picture can’t be saved. With a sigh he throws it all away and then grabs his phone. It only rings twice.

“Ransom? Is everything ok?”

“Everything is fine thimble. Just missed you.”

“Ran it’s the middle of the night for you.” You say worriedly. The first thing that crossed your mind was that something happened to the twins and considering you were in Italy you needed to know if there was any bad news.

“I know. Would you believe me if I said that I spent many nights awake wishing I had the courage to call you?”

“I would.” You say and the both of you stay quiet on the phone for a few minutes. “I would’ve answered.”

Ransom smiles but his chest aches at the thought of all that time spent away from each other. Maybe, just maybe, Ransom can find a way to recreate that picture.

[sodaneko]

'#a drabble. maybe a small drabble with this scenario will save me' - laleee did you happen to write said sakusa drabble❓just asking for a friend 🫣🫣

not yet but i could be sweet talked into it

[vendetta-if]

Happy Father's day to our Papa Viktor 😭❤️ can we request a short scenario of them celebrating Father's day pls? 🥺

Aww 🥰 Of course! The scenario ends up being a bit longer than I expected, so I have put it under the cut! ❤️

Father’s Day Drabble — Viktor

You are sitting on a bench in the arcade, watching your kid and Ash flitting around from one game to the next, skipping around excitedly. It never fails to make you smile, seeing them so happy.

They’ve been in the Arcade for a couple of hours now, maybe more. Usually, you don’t really let them stay for this long, but today’s an exception.

If someone had told you that you’d be a father eight years ago, you probably would have laughed in their face. But here you are, spending the day hanging out and celebrating Father’s Day with your child and their best friend.

You remember how you used to celebrate Father’s Day with your father too. He was such a busy man—and still is, you’d wager—but even he had always managed to make time to spend with his family, even if it rarely span the whole day like this.

He’d cancel and rearrange meetings with important people, just so he could have lovely and peaceful dinners or lunches with you, Luka, and your mother. And most times, he would hang out and talk with you and Luka or even sit down and watch some movies that Luka picked.

You sigh wearily. It’s memories like these that sometimes make you really want to reach out to him first. And then, you’d remind yourself why you ran away and usually, it’d be enough for you to shoot down the idea instantly.

But not this time.

It has been years since you last met him and your mother face-to-face, and Luka, your mother, and even Cara have been asking and begging you to go to New York for a visit.

Just the other day, your mother talked to you over the phone about throwing a private and small Christmas celebration later this year and how you should come with Sasha, Luka, Cara, and Ash. She even told you about how she and your father have been dying inside to meet their very first grandchild.

It made you feel guilty and the guilt is still eating at your heart right now. You feel yourself caving in.

“Maybe. I’ll see,” you answered her, and that was enough to lift up her mood and you could hear the hint of joy seeping into her tone.

And it was not until the call was over and you were lying in bed at night that you fully realized that you were not lying to her. You actually are contemplating on visiting them this Christmas with Sasha.

Well, you still have months to make up your mind about it. For now, you’ll just set it aside and enjoy this day with your child.

You see Sasha and Ash playing at the basketball arcade machine. Ash is throwing ball after ball at the hoop and the score quickly climbing up, while Sasha is intently focused on grabbing and passing the balls to Ash, tongue stuck out in concentration.

You chuckle at their impressive teamwork. And sure enough, a few seconds later, the machine stops and spews out a long line of tickets. Sasha and Ash whoop and high-five. Sasha hands the other tickets they have been accumulating to Ash before bending down and grabbing the new line of tickets, quickly counting them one by one as they roll the long line into a more manageable size.

Sasha finishes counting and pumps their fist in excitement before the two of them bound toward where you’re sitting.

“Dad! Dad! Where’s the rest of the tickets? I think we have enough!” Sasha babbles almost breathlessly.

You pat the little plastic bag full of tickets beside you. Those are the tickets that the two of them have saved up before today.

“Don’t worry, it’s safe with me,” you chuckle as you hand it over to Sasha who quickly snatches it.

“Thanks, Dad! Wait here, okay? We’re going to trade these in and then we’re ready to go!” Sasha grins before taking off towards the ticket counter, Ash swiftly trailing behind them.

“Hey! Don’t run so fast or you’ll trip!” you call out after them and you see them slow down a bit into a jog. You shake your head exasperatedly.

Five minutes later, the two of them return but you can’t see whatever toy they exchanged the tickets for in their hands and Sasha is bowing their head.

“Did you have any trouble exchanging the tickets?” you ask, frowning as you lean forward.

Sasha shakes their head and before you can blink, they launch themself at you and bury their face in your chest. You hug them back, still surprised, but then you feel their body shake.

And for a second, you’re ready to stomp up to the ticket counter to have a talk with the staff. Thankfully, you haven’t moved yet because Sasha lifts their head and instead of a teary face, you see a widely grinning face.

“Sasha?” you ask, confused.

“Happy Father’s Day, Dad!” they exclaim, pulling out a black metal ring.

“Is… Is that for me?” you gape, reaching out tentatively.

“Yes! Who else?” Sasha giggles.

You take the ring gently in your hand and inspect it. It’s just a simple band of black metal with chrome accent. It might look like nothing special, but to you, it has become one of your most important possessions.

“I have one too! So we can match!” Sasha lifts up an identical ring and shows it to you. “I can’t wear it yet though, because it’s still a bit loose…” they pout. “Can you wear it, Dad?”

You try to put it on, but it’s stuck on the second knuckle. Sasha’s shoulders slump in disappointment.

“Hey, hey. Don’t be sad! I really love the gift! Thank you, baby,” you quickly reassure them. “We’ll get chains so we can hang it around our neck. How about that?”

Sasha perks up. “Whoa! That’s a really good idea, Dad!” They hand their ring to you. “Can you help hold it for me in the meantime, Dad? I don’t want to lose it.”

“Of course, baby,” you say, putting the two rings in the inner pocket of your jacket safely. “Now, who’s up for some ice cream?” you ask as you take them in your arms and stand up.

“Me! Me!” Sasha squeals, kicking their little legs excitedly. “I want the cookies and cream flavour!”

“How about you, Ash?” you ask, as you take their hand in yours.

“Rocky Road!” they answer eagerly. “Or maybe I’ll try a new flavour!”

“Alright,” you chuckle. “Let’s go then.”

[talesofesther]

Darkest nights

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You find Eddie after he witnesses Chrissy's death.

A/N: This is just a small drabble, I guess to warm myself up into writing for Eddie, because I love him loads but for some reason, he's kinda hard for me to write about. Also, because in the scene where they first find him at Rick's home, I just wanted to give him a hug man, he was so goddamn scared. Do send in Eddie requests if you have any, I lack ideas.

Masterlist

"Can you just please drive a little faster?" You held onto Steve's seat, from the backseat of the car, peering over at him.

"I am going fast, don't worry we'll find him." Steve took a sharp turn. Trees and darkness surrounded the moving car as you made your way to Lover's Lake, and to Rick Lipton's house, where hopefully, Eddie would be.

Your knee bumped up and down in anxiousness, eager to find him and see for yourself that he was okay. If what Dustin said was right, and this had anything to do with the upside-down, you could only imagine what Eddie had gone through.

The isolated house came into view amongst the dark night, the car's headlights illuminating the front porch. The wheels had barely stopped moving and you were jumping from your seat. It was a cold night, there was a soft fog looming over from the trees around you.

Grass crushed beneath your feet, crickets singing in the distance, and the quietly moving water of the lake were the only other sounds.

"Eddie!! It's Dustin, we just wanna talk!" Dustin called out, pounding on Rick's door as soon as you all reached it. You pointed your flashlight against one of the windows, the house was a mess but it looked abandoned, no one seemed to have come here in a long time. Your eyebrows furrowed, your mind running a mile a minute with every possible scenario.

"Hey, guys." Max's voice called your attention, you and everyone else walked up to her. There was a boathouse at the back, with metal walls and small enough to not call much attention.

The air was eery as you carefully made your way inside, feeling goosebumps rise on your skin; the boathouse was devoid of any light, save for your flashlights and a clear blueish moonlight seeping through small windows. A boat rested in the water right in the middle, soft waves making it rock back and forth from time to time. You directed your flashlight around to see floaters, various buckets with fish bait, fishing rods, nets, and many other fishing supplies. Just like the house, it was messy and abandoned. Your heart accelerated in fear that maybe Eddie wasn't here, your palms holding the flashlight became clammy.

Steve had started to poke the tarp above the old boat with an oar, you tuned out his bickering with Dustin, rummaging through one of the counters in search of anything that told you someone had recently been here. You found discarded chocolate wrappings and were about to speak up when the loud noise of the tarp and the boat moving made you jump, followed by screaming and a loud thud as someone shoved Steve against the wall.

"Woah woah woah, Eddie stop," Dustin exclaimed worriedly, raising his hands and keeping a safe distance from Eddie, who had a broken bottle against Steve's neck. Robin and Max stood behind him, and you rushed beside them.

Your breathing got caught up in your throat when your eyes finally found Eddie. You didn't pay much attention to Dustin trying to calm him down and telling him you were all there to help. You had never seen him so distraught, and it tore your heart into two. Small beads of sweat covered his forehead despite the cold night, his hand around the broken bottle was shaking and his voice broke when he spoke.

With a gentle hand on Dustin's shoulder, you stopped his rambling and walked around him slowly, careful to not spook Eddie more.

The glow from Steve's flashlight on the floor illuminated your face as you walked forward. Your lips curled up in a bittersweet smile. Eddie's gaze laid on you and his eyes softened, you saw tears collecting at the bottom of the brown orbs you loved so much.

"Eddie." You called out lowly, extending a hand to him. "It's okay." You promised, your own voice breaking at the last syllable.

He gulped, his gaze averting from your eyes. He didn't pull away when you touched his cheek, it was wet, making you realize the tears were already falling. And he didn't object when you carefully took the broken bottle from him, handing it to Steve.

"You're okay." You breathed out for him only, thumb moving to wipe away the wetness beneath it.

It was instant, his lips parting in a quiet sob as he lowered his head on your shoulder. Eddie felt the tension leaving him in waves, his hands were shaking violently as he clung to you, to the feeling of finally not being alone after all that happened.

Your hand moved to the back of his head, tangling in the fluffy hair there and pulling him more towards you. "I was so worried about you."

"I didn't know where to go, or- or what to do, I'm sorry." He cried against your skin, you could feel the lapel of your jacket getting wet.

"Don't apologize, I'm just glad you're okay." You rubbed his back soothingly, closing your eyes in relief.

Eddie wouldn't be letting you go anytime soon, you could tell from the way his grip on you never wavered. His body shook on your hold, you could only imagine what happened for him to be this terrified. As you nuzzled your head on his shoulder, all you wished you could do was drag him away from all this mess; even if deep down there was no turning back now.

"I didn't do it." His quiet voice brought your focus back to him. A sob broke through, you felt his fist closing on the fabric of your jacket. "I promise I didn't do it."

The break in his words cut through your heart, how his main concern was telling you he wasn't a murderer, as if you'd ever believe otherwise. Eddie was the sweetest man you knew. "I know, Eddie. I know."

"Are they, like, together or something?" You caught up on Steve's voice.

"I have no idea." You heard Dustin answer, dumbfounded; making you roll your eyes at them, even if they couldn't see it.

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Can I just say how much I love the Mostro Lounge?? If Azul wouldn't charge me extra for it, I'd love a booth for myself. It'd be so relaxing! I could order from their menu, do some people watching, draw, do homework....it seems like such a nice place! And Azul would totally have limited time menu items, or seasonal items, or maybe even sell small but cute Mostro merch/accessories! And that's just the non-romantic stuff!

I love love LOVE the idea of having a lover who works there! Doesn't matter if it's as a waiter or cook or owner himself! To enjoy time at my bf's workplace while he's off working? To be able to watch him work? To see him being too busy to sneak glances over at me or if it's not busy to make kissy faces at him from across the room? Have him bring me my drinks/food? Have him get me a special discount? He gets to let me try new items before they're officially on the menu? To eat the cooking he made or drink the drink he mixed? Have him stop by with an order that I hadn't even ordered but he wanted me to have? Waiting for him as they close for the night? Helping him clean up so he can get out of there faster? Maybe even helping out when they are short staffed and getting to work with the bf? Maybe this time hes the one watching me while I'm too busy working to look back at him? Being told I did a good job, or getting playfully teased for a mistake?

Even just pining stuff- getting to sit alone with him while going insane on the inside for thinking "what if this would have been a date"? Saving up points to get Azul to give you pointers on your crush? Trying to either not let him know you have a crush on said person or even trying to avoid a name altogether? There's so many scenarios with just Azul too since he owns the place! And with his whole contract thing? He may not do it to the same extent as before, but come on, it'd be so thrilling to offer yourself to work at the lounge in exchange for him setting up a date with the guy you like (even more thrilling if the guy you wanna date is him heehheeeheheheheh)

anon i have positively ascended with this scenario. metaphysically my soul is rising into the pearly gates of heaven rn.

but honestly having your own booth at mostro lounge...like just a little place that all the servers know is reserved for you to sit at, and then they'd inform octatrio n maybe they'd swing by if they aren't too busy to check in on what you're doing...

you fuel my brainrot of octatrio with this whole thing- ik that you meant in general, but i can't help but think abt dating either of the three n doing all the cute things you mentioned sjdkfskf so have some very small drabbles featuring mostro lounge shenanigans with each of the trio n you if you were dating:

azul ashengrotto wasn't someone who got distracted by much. but the sight of his lover sitting prettily at one of the tables of the lounge he ran? and you were smiling at him from across the room? that was certainly enough to distract him.

"what is it, angel face?" azul had approached you after the tweels had teased and pestered him for a while.

you simply smile, "you look so handsome while you're working."

"ahem, that is hardly a reason to distract me from my work," nonetheless azul sits in front of you, cradling his chin in his palm.

"i didn't distract you?" you raise an eyebrow. "i didn't even call you over, you came on your own."

"that's...true," azul admitted bashfully. there was a high blush on those pretty cheeks of his that you could resist smiling even wider at.

"is it wrong to want to spend time with you?"

you blink at the question, "no, not at all." this side of azul sometimes surprised you.

you end up with azul, shuffling papers that were possibly of high importance right in front of you. even if you guys aren't talking, you don't mind. he's given you front row seats to watch him work after all.

jade leech is observant. he is certainly observant enough to notice when his lovely little partner waltz into the lounge just as closing time was approaching.

"and what are you doing here, pet?" jade asked as you made your way over to the table he was clearing off.

you pick up a glass, "i heard that you were closing up today, so i thought i'd keep you company."

he chuckles, thoroughly amused by your intrusion, "are you sure you aren't just lonely because i had full hours today?"

you nudge him with your elbow as best you could whilst balancing some parfait glasses, "don't tease me...and for the record, i did miss you a little but you're being mean so..."

it takes a moment for you to realize that jade isn't working and instead he's staring at you. it's a piercing stare, enough to send goosebumps flying down your arms as he approaches.

"let me give my little pet a kiss then," he said, smiling with his sharp teeth on display. "for being so patient and for helping me out."

safe to say it took a whole lot longer to clean up the lounge with your boyfriend relentlessly teasing you about how cute and flustered you were.

floyd leech wasn't having a great day. everything was so boring and azul had gotten mad at him, and all he wanted to do was run around, cause some mayhem, maybe even smash a glass.

that was until you walked in! his precious little sea bunny was here to play! he immediately pushed aside octavinelle student b and led you over to a seat at the bar, where he was currently stationed.

"heya little bun!" floyd said cheerily, stepping behind the bar. "what wouldja like today~"

"surprise me." he seemed to like your answer from the way his face lit up instantly. he started grabbing a variety of liquids that you didn't recognize. you just prayed that he wouldn't make something flammable.

"ta-da~" floyd pushed the drink in front of them, a tall glass in an ombre from blue to white. "'s called sea foam delight."

"that's not on the menu," you blurt out. you've come here enough times that you know the menu inside out and yet...

floyd was sending you a secretive smile, "this is the new seasonal menu! i'm givin' sea bunny a sneak-peek for comin' to cheer me up!"

oh. well. you were quite sure that azul wouldn't have been happy about this, but well, you drink it anyway. seeing that happy look on floyd's face was worth it after all.

(and uhm, we don't talk abt that contract thing bc that's already a fic waiting to happen and i do not need another wip *cries* i hope you like this tho anon-)

[gimmethosedaddymilkers]

Opal’s Birthday present!

Happy Belated Birthday my good friend @kieropal​ I know I don’t write much for Kieran but I’m always willing to try new things and do my best to deliver! Feel free to ask for more any time you want to see them! 

I hope that your birthday was as awesome as you are (It was I’ve heard >:)) Meeting Roger, getting the original Red Dead! It was a good day! 

Hopefully this little drabble can add to that! 

If it’s too short (Because it is short because a bitch struggles with characters that aren’t arthur cause I’m biased as fuck) Don’t you DARE feel like you can’t ask for something more! I’d love to take some more time and write some even more stuff for you, I’ll sit down and do a really long Kieran study, just for you!

Now, that being said, this is NSFW themed

so 

It’ll be under the cut!

Happy Birthday! <3

Opal Birthday present! (Kieran smut sounds)

The night air around Clemmon's Point was warm, but it wasn't unbearable. It was definitely different than what you'd become accustom to, while living up at Horseshoe Overlook.

The warmth was certainly comforting, that was sure, especially with your bare skin exposed the way that it was in the confines of your tent.

Kieran's fingers run gingerly over your skin, trailing down your sides with a slow pace, making sure to press just the slightest bit of pressure.

Usually Kieran is...shy, for a lack of better words, he isn't a very forward kind of man, nor is he exactly...a person to take charge, in these kinds of scenarios, but tonight seemed a little different.

He had taken charge.

Granted, he'd been very...

Slow about it at first, but he'd worked his way into a comfort zone.

He was happy with you, he had been for a while now, and he felt more himself, when he was with you, he didn't feel as though he had to be on edge all the time, but...

By nature Kieran was a little shyer.

The feeling of his hand across your body was sure though, no hesitation, as he continued.

He had been so sweet to you the entire night, so charming, it was good to see such a different side of him.

You reach a hand up and gently tangle it within his hair, getting him to kiss you.

He pulls back with a smile on his face, and with a quiet voice he asks a question.

"Are you sure this is what you want Y/N? With me?"

You smile and nod, letting a small chuckle escape you.

"Of course I do Kieran, I wouldn't have let you get this far if I didn't."

He leans in and offers you a sweet kiss, his hand moving a little lower, grazing over your stomach until he found your heat, gently running his finger around your sensitive lips, before inserting one into you.

Surprisingly his fingers were thick, and the feeling of his finger felt great, and as he began to curl them you realized that maybe he knew more than he let on.

You trail your hands over his chest as he keeps it up, offering you a kiss every so often, doing his best to help you keep quiet in camp.

His lips are soft, and each kiss he caresses your tongue with his own, seemingly gaining confidence with each muffled sound you let out.

He adds in a second finger after a few minutes, easing you into the feeling with soft words in you ear.

"You're doing great, and you look so beautiful.." His voice is so soothing, and you feel nothing but safe in his arms.

You allow your hands to graze over his chest, smiling at him as his face turns red.

He loves the feeling of your hands, so soft against his skin, and laying against you right now, bare as the day he was born, he felt so close to you, he felt as though he'd never been closer to anyone.

It doesn't take much longer of the movements of his fingers for you to begin falling apart.

His thumb circles your clit just right, adding to your climax, and while it is slow building, it's nonetheless a strong one.

As you finally reach that peak he kisses you deeply again, muffling those sounds, hoping to save you some embarrassment tomorrow morning.

He gently pulls his fingers away, and almost with a little bit of hesitation, nearly a bit of embarrassment himself, he brings his fingers to his face and licks them clean, tasting you against his fingers.

He then looks to you, kissing your cheek and then your neck gently.

"Are you ready Sweetheart?"

You nod and place a hand on his cheek, and then kissing his forehead as he moves to center himself with you.

Only moments later you feel his dick slide in.

He fills you nicely, he isn't too large, his isn't too small, he's perfect.

His movements are gentle, rocking his hips against yours, you matching his pace.

It's slow, yes, but its nice, and it's what you want. There isn't a need to go quickly, or roughly. Slow and tender is exactly what you wanted.

He faces you, keeping himself above you, facing you and kissing you as the two of you continue.

He offers up praises quietly in your ear, telling you how well you're doing and how nice it feels to be with you. How much he loves you and appreciates the moment.

He loves the feeling of your hands trailing up his spine at a languid pace, not hurried or panicked, just comfortable, slow.

He loves the smile that seems plastered on your face indefinitely.

He is almost perfect in every sense of the word, and you love having him so close, having him inside you. You couldn't feel closer to him.

The night continues with the two of you, rocking gently, feeling the pleasure you needed without feeling the need for more.

With Kieran it was always enough. You never felt you needed more. With him you didn't need it rough, you didn't need it fast, quick.

You needed love, and with Kieran that's what you got.

You loved him so much, you loved him to the ends of the earth, and he felt the same for you.

It only made the moments like these all the more intimate.

It always made them so much more....

Special.

He was your everything.

And you were his.

[bibbykins]

Double Date

A/N: Hello my dears! I'm not done with the Jin and/or Hobi confession yet but I did write this little flashback last week and think I'm finally ready to post it! This is the situation in which Jimin discovered MC's reaction to yelling, just to clarify. As always, please hop into my ask box and give me some of that lovely feedback!

Note: This is a flashback as part of the drabble series The Household's Bunny, which I recommend reading the installments of prior to this one

Word Count: 4.2k

Pairing: Soft Yandere! Jimin x Chubby! Reader

Warnings: Lying, fatphobia, usage of the word "fat" as an insult, talks of sex, yelling, vomiting, implied previous trauma, bad friend, loser date, verbal argument, implied stalking, yandereish behavior

Summary: On a double date was not how Jimin imagined your first date with him going. Let alone, a double date in which you both are with someone else. The torture of sitting next to his ex and watching you with another man was well worth it to see you up close. He could only hope you and his "date" don't mind his blatant staring at you.

Jimin often wondered how he ended up so stupid sometimes. From prodigy orphan to absolute idiot. It was a little tragic. Here you were, back from the hospital, a smile on your face, sitting across the table from him… and he was on a date with your friend Yoora.

Sure, Yoora was fine, but she wasn’t you. That’s why they had broken up in the first place. He just… didn’t like her. Of course, he omitted the fact was that he liked someone else.

You, on the other hand, were on a date with some lowlife he hadn’t even bothered to remember the name of. Yoora had begged Jimin to go on a date, to which he vehemently denied. He had dated Yoora and things fizzled out quickly, so he saw no value in going on a date again. He only budged with her begging when she said it was for you, who was apparently too nervous to be on a date alone with this other guy. He sprung at the chance to see you outside of class, something he could only hope Yoora didn’t notice. Although, Jimin couldn’t help but wonder why you would go on a date with someone you weren’t comfortable being alone with, but maybe he was just bitter you were going on a date with someone that wasn’t him.

You flashed Jimin a brief smile in between your chat with Yoora, making his mind go blank. Fuck, you were so pretty. You wore a simple white turtleneck with a brown plaid skirt and brown loafers with white socks to match. You looked unbelievably cute, even against the aged neon fabric of the chairs at the bowling alley. Not that your date appreciated just how divine you looked, hardly paying you any mind, instead looking around constantly and only really responding to Yoora.

Not that Jimin was being much better to Yoora. His eyes were constantly fixated on you, but both you and Jimin unaware of this blatant fact. He hadn’t been this close to you outside of the classroom in… well, basically ever. He watched with hearts in his eyes as you bowled your second gutter ball. He laughed as you bowed cheekily before returning to the table right as your date went to bowl.

“I’m so full!” Yoora exclaimed as you sat back down, the pizza you both agreed to share only having two slices out of it as you reached to make it a third, “I don’t know how you can eat more than one slice, y/n! Good for you.” She giggled obnoxiously as your moves faltered in setting the pizza on your plate.

Jimin’s eyes landed on Yoora’s form for the first time in the whole night with a displeased look. Her form shrunk under his sharp glare and any future taunts she had planned died on her tongue as you searched for the words to say, “She’s just keeping herself nourished for me, aren’t you babe?” Your date spoke with a slimy voice as he slid in the booth next to you and Jimin watched confusion fill your face. Jimin’s smile noticeably dropped.

"It's a little silly to imagine everything she does is for you, no?" Jimin gave your date a pointed look, all with a smile on his face, as your date also shrunk, nodding awkwardly.

The most input your date ever gave to you directly was about how hot you were or to chide at your poor bowling skills. It was a little painful watching your smile fade throughout the date, and Yoora joining in to try and make you feel even worse wasn’t helping. Jimin couldn't imagine a scenario in which any of this would make you happy, and he just couldn't hold his tongue the entire time.

“I’m just hungry.” You shrugged, figuring Jimin was just being a gentleman in lightly scolding Jihoon, “I eat when I’m hungry, hence the pizza.” You spoke simply as you took another bite. You knew what Yoora was doing. Passive-aggressive slights to your weight in front of romantic partners were not shocking to you in the slightest.

This was why you didn’t want to go on a double date with Yoora. Sometimes she was nice and funny, but other times she was like a mean girl straight out of a teen movie. This was why you considered Yoora more acquaintance than a friend since she only talked to you when she had no other friends around. This dynamic was fine enough since you hadn’t made any friends in college, so having someone to interact with was nice enough, but you drew the line at her getting this intimately involved. However, she insisted she should bring herself and Jimin along for your safety. You had joked you’d like to see Jihoon try to carry you away to kidnap you, but she didn’t laugh.

It was ironic that your weight was only funny when she was making the joke.

Yoora shrunk a bit as she watched a smile grace Jimin’s features again while you ate, “I’m gonna use the bathroom.” She spoke hurriedly out of nowhere and you gave her a small wave.

Your date resumed his survey of the building before his eyes caught sight of something and went wide, “Shit, a friend from my bio lab is here.” He murmured quite loudly before turning to you, “I’ll be right back.” He spoke in a similarly rushed tone as he made a bee-line to the restroom.

You gave Jihoon a weak smile, waving him away when you realized he didn’t even look at you for a response before getting up. Well, there goes another liar. Last night it was, “Baby, you’re so beautiful. I could see myself marrying you. Let me take you on a date and then we can come back to my place and seal the deal.” You were no longer so naive as to think a simple handjob would make Jihoon a romantic, but you did hope it would be enough motivation for him to reciprocate with skill. You hated liars, especially liars who do it to get into your bed. On top of that a horny liar with no skill.

Jimin noticed your date dodge the line of vision of his friend and sneak to the bathrooms and frowned, “Why is he going to the bathroom if his friend is right there?” He mused to himself.

“To hide.” You sighed, making Jimin jump, shocked you heard him. You looked up and saw his confusion before sighing, “He doesn’t want to be seen with me, so he’s going to the bathroom.”

Still short-circuiting from the direct eye contact he was making with you, he sputtered, “Wha- Why would-”

“Look at me.” You poked the sliver stomach between the hem of your top and the top of your skirt. Jimin admired the plush skin before snapping himself from the trance.

He shrugged, “I am, and it makes even less sense.” He finally had the determination to hold eye contact with you without his mind going into overdrive and right as you opened your mouth to respond, your phone vibrated.

You looked down at it with a frown, “Yoora wants me to meet her outside.” You mumbled, before looking up at Jimin, “I don’t think I was supposed to say that to you.” You looked at him with a sorry look, “I’ll be back.”

You pushed the front doors open to see Yoora standing with her arms crossed, foot tapping impatiently as she looked around, as if she didn’t send you the text message a mere minute ago. She caught sight of you and her eyes went wide before settling into a smug gaze, “Ah, there you are!” She smiled and it was sickly sweet, “I wanted to tell you Jihoon and I are leaving.”

Ah, she must have been looking around for his car to come around. Well, that’s saving you the awkward conversation of rejecting him, so you shrugged, “Okay.”

Evidently not wanting the nonchalant reaction you gave her she scoffed, “Seriously? You have nothing to say?” For some reason, Yoora would sometimes make it her mission to push your buttons, usually, this was by making you flustered, so you’re not sure what happened to spur on such unadulterated malice.

However, you didn’t really have the energy to dissect it so you shrugged a little more incredulously, “What is there to say? No?” You scoffed, “You guys are consenting adults, you both made a choice-”

“God, you’re so annoying!” Her increase in volume made you jump and also caught the eyes of fellow students and unaffiliated customers just trying to have a night out.

Nevertheless, you blinked wildly, “Me?!” You guffawed, “You’re the one that brought me out here to tell me you’re ditching me and your date?” The whole thing felt so ridiculous.

“Yes, you!” Her hands gestured to you wildly, “My date is oogling you and so I decide to seduce yours and you just say ‘okay’?!” Her volume was increasing and you could feel a familiar nausea pooling in your stomach, “Let me be pissed at you for stealing my date!”

“It’s not my fault I’m hot, nor does that make you less hot.” You countered, not really believing it was you Jimin was interested in, but more so Yoora he wasn’t interested in, “He just doesn’t like you. You said you knew that.” You pointed out, making her falter because you were right. Yoora told you Jimin wasn’t interested in her but she was trying to change that despite your words of caution.

“You? Hot? You’re fat!” Ah, there it was. She was evidently running out of sound reasons to be mad at you but was still not ready to just face the fact that she felt shitty her date looked at the fat girl more than he looked at her.

You couldn’t contain your laugh, “Oh, no shit? I am?” You mockingly looked down at your form, which only seemed to fan the flames.

“Just get fucking mad at me!” She shouted, wiping the smile off of your face

You sucked your teeth, “Stop yelling. You know that yelling makes me-”

She rolled her eyes before losing her mind, “What do I know about you?! You won’t even tell me why you were in the hospital-”

Now you were getting really queasy and annoyed, wanting this to end because at this point she was just yelling at you to feel like less of an asshole, “Because you’ll just tell everyone, and it’s not their business- or yours for that matter!” You felt a little bad criticizing her gossipy nature, but you knew you were going to puke any minute now.

“I’m your friend!” She spat, ironically, in a rather unfriendly manner

You scoffed, “You’re going home with my date!”

This seemed to catch her off guard, almost, almost, making her realize she was simply being an asshole, but she stuck to her guns, “He-He doesn’t even like you!”

“And yet, if we’re such good friends, you’re still going home with him to what? Prove a point to me?!” You were exasperated as you heard his obnoxious car pull up behind you, “I know now he doesn’t like me, that’s what the date was for!” You were beyond tired as you watched her eyes dart between you and the red Mustang, “But now I know that you don’t really like me either.” You sighed and this made her sight settle on your form, her gaze significantly softer.

“Y/n…” Her voice was lower, surrendering.

“It’s fine. You’re not required to like me.” You insisted, “I just wish you wouldn’t lie about it.” This time, you felt a little hurt at your own words, but the bile in your throat wouldn’t give you much time to reflect on it, especially as Jihoon honked his horn, like the gentleman he was, “Well? Go on.” You gestured to the obnoxious car as Yoora got in with her head down.

Not even bothering to wait for them to drive away, you ran to the alley on the side of the building with a hand clasped over your mouth. The moment you made it to the dim-lit hallway of brick, you puked your guts out. The bile burned your throat, but you could still feel a careful hand pulling your hair back ever so gently as another hesitantly rubbed your back. The touch was calming and void of judgment. You figured someone assumed you were drunk and was used to being a hero. However, when you were finally done and stood up, you were faced with the most sought-after man of the Arts department.

“Are you… okay?” Was the first thing that came out of his mouth and you had no real energy to be all that embarrassed. Vomiting took all the life out of you almost every time.

You simply turned back to look at the mess you made and cringed, “Oh shit.” You spoke slowly, “I should clean that up.” You sputtered.

Jimin merely smiled and shook his head as you turned back to him, “It’s an alleyway, come on, someone will just make a worse mess in an hour.” He handed you a water bottle, “Go ahead and rinse.” You looked at him with pleading eyes, his looks were more than enough to make you feel flustered. He seemed to read your eyes as he turned around.

“Thanks.” You spoke up after you rinsed, “But-”

“Let me drive you home.” He waited to hear your footsteps behind him before pressing onward.

He ignored your protests the whole way to his car, brushing them off with a wave of his hands. You had figured it was just him being cool, but the reality was that he was mentally hyping himself up. Now with his anger at Yoora and your date dissipated, he was back to a bumbling mess when it came to you, even if the nagging worry of what could have happened to you to make you throw up at yelling was an ever-present weight he took on his shoulders. The girl of his dream would be in his car, sitting right next to him, and that was enough to make him short-circuit. His face was getting redder and redder just thinking about it. Not that your polite and melodic voice insisting you can just take the bus helped any. Surely you had to know how beautiful you were? He never doubted you knew until today, and the notion made him frown but also, thankfully, calm down.

By the time he opened the door for you, any hints of redness on his face were obscured by the cloak of night over the sky and the dim street lamps. You gave him a short smile and he had to fight a squeal in his throat. Instead, you were met with a strained look, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he even liked you or if he was just being kind. You entered your address on his phone and he feigned looking at the route as if he wasn't familiar with the area. He then texted one of his housemates a name and a license plate number for information and wordlessly began driving.

You simply looked out the window as he seemingly studied his phone, not wanting to make his possible dislike of you worse. Although, you would prefer him not to like you at this point. You were kind of over people “liking” you by now. Jihoon had done no less than confess his undying love for you mid-orgasm and you were ashamed to admit how excited that had made you feel despite the emptiness that could be felt in the air. You had convinced yourself that could just be how love felt. How would you know any otherwise? Part of you knew you were deluding yourself, even if you would never know what love felt like, you knew it wouldn’t feel like that. It wouldn’t feel like the bittersweet taste of settling for less than you deserve in exchange for an escape from the all-consuming loneliness that surrounded you no matter who you hooked up with.

“I’m, uh, sorry Yoora did that to you. Jimin blurted out, making you look to him and making him clench the wheel.

“It’s not your fault.” You reassured him, “The whole point of the date was to see if this guy actually ‘loved’ me, or even liked me for that matter.” You couldn’t stop yourself from talking, “That post nut clarity must have made him realize he’s a huge liar.” You couldn’t hide the bitterness in your words before you took a breath, “So, how much did you hear?”

“I walked out when I heard her calling you fat.” He stumbled against the words, clearly uncomfortable even repeating Yoora.

You hummed, “Yeah, well, I guess you’re all caught up.” You looked back out the window and Jimin could relax ever so slightly, “I don’t know how I can make her feel threatened. She’s so… loveable.” He frowned at this, “I know I’m pretty, but that doesn’t make me loveable.” He wanted so desperately to say you are loveable. If you weren’t, what had he spent the last year doing? He wanted to slam on the breaks and finally tell you how captivating you are in more ways than one, but the fear of misstepping caged him into his spot as you continued on, “If there’s one thing I know, it’s that no one is obligated to love me.” You seemed to be letting all the exhaustion hit you, not even bothering to stop yourself, “It’s okay. I have the next best thing, sex.” Even you seemed to be unconvinced, “Maybe if I ask everyone for sex I’ll feel as content as Jihoon.” You seemed to be getting more and more upset as you dwelled on the topic.

“Why haven’t you asked me for sex then?” Jimin wanted to slam his head on the wheel and call it a night when he heard his voice speak what should have been an offhand thought.

You giggled a bit at this, relieving Jimin a bit, before shrugging, “I don’t want to use you like I let people use me.” You blew a breath, "You called my bluff. I don't wanna use anyone."

“Why do you let-”

“I, too, get horny and lonely.” You laughed bitterly, “People just lie to me that it’s something more when it’s not. Thank goodness I’m a psych major, or else I might believe them each time.” Judging by the melancholy in your words, Jimin doubted you didn’t not believe some of them, and the notion tore his heart in half. However, he was so pinned down by his fear, he couldn’t conjure the words needed.

“I mean, there are people out there who would like you and not just your body.” He spoke and he swore he was breaking a sweat by now.

You shrugged again, unconvinced again, “I’m glad you never asked me for sex.” You murmured and he glanced at you.

“Why?” Was he not your type?

“Because I think you’re a good person,” You gave him one more smile as he pulled up to your apartment complex, “and I’d like to keep thinking that.” You placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed, “Thank you, for everything tonight.” He merely nodded in acknowledgment, throat strangled with a million emotions as he watched you go into your apartment.

Jimin let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding and drove, as if on autopilot, and let his head plop lightly on the wheel, “Pathetic display, Jimin.” He scolded with a strained voice. He hated this about him. He hated that each time emotions got too real, each time he could not hide behind a charming smile and playful banter, he would choke up. He had been a dance prodigy since birth, since getting scouted by a private school, since Mona adopted him for his career to go even further. And yet, he couldn’t confess to the girl he’s liked for over a year. Instead of staring, he wished he had just asked if you were okay.

He had never imagined you would be nearly as lonely as you felt. Anyone on campus would look at your smile and assume you were doing peachy, but by now, with his observations, he could see when you were faking. Why had he never approached you more to make you smile for real? Why did he remain complicit in fuckers like Jihoon and Yoora’s plight to make you feel less than the perfect girl you are? Who had instilled such an intense reaction to yelling in you? How many times have you thrown up in an alley alone because of the people who knew how to use someone as caring as you? Maybe if he had sat down and eaten that cookie with you, he would be driving the both of you home together.

He wondered if he would ever get the chance to do so at this point.

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“...Jimin?” Your voice snapped him from his thoughts as he looked at you, all dolled up and a little sweating from performing your final for the class he was your TA for, “You still here?” You giggled as you waved your hand in front of his eyes. You had been the last one to perform, so you figured his brain was fried from watching dozens of dance performances.

His smile grew with yours as he caught your hand in his, interlacing your fingers, “Yeah, I’m here, just got swept away in your performance is all.” He responded cooly and you rolled your eyes mockingly, “I’m serious, it was beautiful.” He brought your hand up, placing a kiss on your palm.

“Well, I had a wonderful training buddy.” You interlocked your fingers behind his neck as he laced his fingers on the small of your back. The PDA made you feel giddy, like a girl in her first relationship showcasing her wonderful boyfriend to the world, “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

He studied your face, your form, your everything for a moment. He basked in the glory of having someone as beautiful as you within his reach at long last. He thought back to each practice session and each kiss that came with it and couldn’t help the glee that spread in his chest. The glee was only further amplified by the very emotion on your face and he couldn’t fathom how he ever lived with himself seeing a fake smile on your face most days.

“You know I love you, right?” He blurted, making both of your eyes widen. Had he seriously just done that? Had he seriously confessed his love to you while the rest of your dance class waited to be dismissed? The air was still before he spoke again, “Could you do me a favor and beat the shit out of me?” He asked, making you giggle. Your joy was contagious and he found himself laughing too, in spite of the millions of emotions at confessing his love so suddenly.

You couldn’t fight the smile on your lips even if you tried. There was something so weightless about Jimin’s love, yet so meaningful. Where Yoongi had been intense and passionate, Jimin was bashful yet honest. It was this floaty feeling that made you lean up to his ears and whisper, “I love you too.” You beamed at him with a genuine smile and his heart soared.

“You do?” He asked excitedly, “You don’t have to, you know?” He reassured you and you could only chuckle.

“Oh well, if I don’t have to…” You joked as you moved to pull away from him, but he pulled you closer.

“I take it back- You have to.” He hurriedly spoke, “If… If you mean it.”

You nodded, a blissful smile on your face as you leaned up to kiss him, “I mean it, and it’s really nice being able to know you mean it too.” You whispered in his ear and in a moment of pure joy, he lifted you and spun you around, not caring about who saw or stared. You squealed at this, enjoying the moment of careless affection. He set you down with a slow kiss and you couldn’t help but melt into his form.

“You ready to go home?” He asked with a gleeful tone. You nodded excitedly and watched with hearts in your eyes as he dismissed the class with his hand in yours. He was always happy to display your relationship, even telling the professor in case he didn’t want Jimin grading your work. He announced it to the class with a blissful look and posted you all over any and all social media accounts he had. He had never been more proud to have someone by his side, and it made you emotional more than once. He held your hand in his as you walked to the car, swinging your arms just to hear your melodic laugh.

You checked your phone as Jimin closed the car door when you got in, “Oh, Hobi’s flight got delayed until tomorrow and Jin has to stay late tonight.” You mumbled, deep in thought for a moment, “And everyone else has something going on, so I guess it’s just me and you for dinner. One last night of freedom before you have to be busy too.” He placed a hand on your thigh as he drove and he'd be lying if he said he didn't have to mentally hype himself up to do it each time.

“Do you want to pick up dinner or just cook at home?” He asked cooly, masking his sheer glee at the domestic implications in his question.

You hummed, “I can cook something if you want,” You noted before a mischievous smile grew on your face, “My love.” You teased the pet name, making Jimin brake abruptly as he was getting out of the parking spot, his arm holding your body back from pushing forward. You gasped before you dissolved into laughter.

“Hey! Are you trying to make me crash?!” His face was beet red as he lectured you about car safety and how words can shake his whole world the whole ride home, and you had never been more enchanted by a flustered lecture in your life.

Eventually, he was finished lecturing you and the car was filled with laughter and light quips. He wondered how he ever lasted this long without you by his side, but he was glad he would no longer have to.

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