#but I know (from other people’s experience) that telling someone lifts some of the weight of your chest

[melodymunson]

Steve Harrington x fem reader x oc - talk dirty to me

5.1 K words

You and your college roommate and friend need to make ends meet and decide to start working for a phone sex hotline. Steve is your client and you eventually make adult films together. (Featuring mentions of Eddie Munson).

Warnings: cream pies, unprotected sex p in v (unprotected), anal sex (protected), use of a gag ball, lesbian sex, pussy eating, blowjob, deep throating, hand job, 69, reverse cowgirl, cum swapping/cum sharing/cum eating.

thank you for the inspiration I had while writing this and for your endless support @keeryatmosphere & @corneliuswatkins love you ladies!

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It all started when you needed money to pay for your college tuition. The going was tough these days for paying bills and making a living while also having fun. There was no time for any casual dating, let alone any serious relationship. One day your problems seemed to be over because you saw an ad in the newspaper under the adult classified section for a sex phone operator. Your close friend and college roommate, Scarlet, also needed a job. Scarlet had long, wavy black hair, a curvy figure, and brown eyes.

You couldn't imagine anyone else as a roommate because she was the nicest girl you had met at the university and she was a good person. Once she saw the ad, you both agreed to apply for it. When you discovered it was legit and not a scam; you started working the hotline. Many types of men and even women sometimes, called in to talk and get relationship advice and intimacy. Other people who called wanted something more sexy, including talk about hardcore fantasies.

You knew how to cater to their every whim and help them release their inhibitions by hearing their confessions judgment-free, of course. You had some interesting clients who were regulars. One day, the caller was someone you recognized, though. He said his name was Harrison, but you could tell by his voice it was none other than King Steve Harrington from Hawkins High.

Your younger brother Dustin Henderson was good friends with him growing up in his teenage years. Even though you were adopted, you fit right into the family. Of course, he didn't recognize you though because your voice as a phone operator was different than your regular voice.

Eventually, you came clean and admitted to Steve it was you. At first, he was a little shocked, but not for long. Having him finally know it was you made you relieved in a sense, like a weight lifted off your shoulders. The days you talked to him on the sex chat line, you helped him to get off, and it always worked.

Your sexy, sultry voice, the dirty talk, and his wandering hands as you talked to him made him want to see you and experience his fantasies with you in the real world. Stroking himself as you were talking to him dirty and seductively, you heard him spitting on his hand no doubt using it for lube since he would admit to stroking himself. You never failed to make him come undone. One of his biggest fantasies was to have a threesome with 2 women. He had already had some with men and women together only.

Being King Steve Harrington, you were surprised he had never had a threesome yet with two ladies. Sometimes, Scarlet would talk to him as well and you would alternate by using the phone telling him what you'd do to him and each other. Those phone calls made Steve cum harder than ever. You admitted one day to him why you and your roommate needed this job.

A deal formed after this and it was agreed you would have some intimate time together soon, just the three of you. So you invited Steve over and he would pay for your and Scarlet's tuition for a semester if things went according to plan and more time would be agreed upon to be spent together. The vibes had to be right and nothing forced. It would all come naturally. If that went well, then you would do some adult films together. Once you discovered Steve was an adult star with another name, of course, you were pleasantly surprised.

Soon you went out to dinner together. Nothing that fancy, but it was pretty casual. The dinner was fairly nice at a local bistro. Steve paid and enjoyed your company and Scarlet's. You drank some wine, but no one got drunk. Everyone wanted to be clear-headed for the rest of the evening ahead once you were alone and things got more intimate.

During dinner, you discussed hard limits, kinks, and expectations for future get-togethers. The agreed-upon hard limits would be blood play, knife play, non-con, dub-con, age play, and nothing with bodily fluids except spitting. Not too surprisingly, you also had some similar kinks you shared with Steve and Scarlet. These included edging, marking, overstimulation, praise, and soft degradation.

You didn't quite see yourself making a porno and being paid by your brother's older friend for doing it, but it felt right with Steve. Desperate times called for desperate measures. Even with a part-time job doing a phone sex hotline and picking up some shifts at a local diner, you couldn't make ends meet. Since no one in your family wanted to help you pay for college, this is what you had to do.

The first time you were together, it was slow and sensual. Everyone had equal attention, and it was more of a soft-core porno. It started with you and Scarlet touching each other affectionately as Steve watched. Kissing, using toys on each other, eating each other out, Steve stroking himself, a hand job, and a blowjob.

He told you he loved every single second of it. The way you used your tongues and mouths, how you dirty talked, how hard he came. Everyone had fun, and the night was wonderful. He told you he would never forget that first time together, and being in your dorm room made it even hotter because of the thrill of being caught. Filming the porn in the dorm room was something you didn't expect to happen, but it did, and it was flawless.

Once it was released, you would get paid in full for your acting work. Steve would be called Principal Knight and your name would be Cherry, Scarlets for the porno would be Candy. For the next porno, you would film at his private mansion together. That was the night you would let him fuck you and use you in any way he pleased. The night started with a casual dinner out. Once that was over with, you went back to his mansion and smoked some weed while drinking some rather expensive champagne.

As the night was winding down and the joints took effect, you passed a bottle of vodka between the three of you. No one got drunk, but it was great combined with the buzz from the weed. For the porno, you would dress as a schoolgirl and would film in Steve's family's study library. He was going to play the part of the college principal.

The scenario was you and Scarlet in detention and he would punish you both. Dressed in the school girl uniforms and glasses complete to match, you went to the study and the cameras started rolling once everyone was loosened up and ready. Sitting down at desks your hair in pigtails, you tapped your pencil against the desk as Scarlet pretended to be reading a book.

Steve was behind the office desk and sitting in the leather chair watching you and her, his hands crossed and glasses hanging off his nose. When he looked away, you passed a note to Scarlet.

"Ladies, let me see that note!" He demanded sternly, getting up and walking over to the desks.

You gave him a good view of your cleavage as he stood over you, looking down with scrutiny in his eyes. Picking up the note, he read it out loud.

"Do you think that Principal Knight would raise our grades for us in the school system if we let him fuck us?"

Both you and Scarlet were smirking, getting into this.

"I see that you college girls don't know how to behave. What should I expect from straight C students?" He remarked with a scoff, playing the part of the principal perfectly as he put his hands on his hips.

"Please, sir, I have a scholarship. I can't lose it. Please, we'll do anything," you protested, giving him a pleading look and sad eyes.

"You aren't married, right? Or is there a girlfriend in your life, Principal?" Scarlet inquired with raised brows as she twirled a loose strand of hair with her finger.

Clearing his throat, Steve cupped her chin, tilting it upward.

"No, I don't. It's not like it's any of your business, anyway. I'll be back in a few minutes. Behave. Both of you or another detention."

He wagged his finger at the both of you as he sternly said this, then moved out of view from the camera. You and Scarlet were now seemingly alone.

"Let's make him want us. Seduce him, you know?" She suggested as she looked at you with the biggest smirk.

"Deal."

You shook hands on it, then whispered into her ear.

"Finger me while we kiss. He would love to see that when he comes back."

Wasting no time, she lifted your skirt, pushed your panties to the side, and inserted a finger. You were so wet already, and this made you even more turned on. Kissing for the camera, you spread your legs even wider, allowing her even better access, and kissed her deeply. Soon Steve came back into view of the camera, a fake look of shock on his face.

"Ladies, stop doing that!"

Breaking away from the kiss, you dared to protest.

"Why, sir? Don't you want to fuck us?"

His cock twitched in his pants, no longer being able to contain himself or his excitement as his erection continued to grow. You made the first move by kissing Steve and taking off his shirt. Scarlet watched with a glazed-out look in her eye and came up next to you, removing her shirt. You did the same and got into Steve's lap to kiss him more before switching places with Scarlet.

She broke the kiss to kiss you, making Steve groan softly.

"How about we make you feel like a king tonight, Principal Knight?" You meant every word of wanting to give him the best night of his life.

"Really? I would love nothing more," Steve responded as he got up, taking Scarlet over to his desk.

Removing his shoes first, his pants followed, then his boxers. Only his shirt and tie were still on.

"How do you want us, Mr. Principal sir?" Scarlet asked, aiming to please and more than willing to do whatever he wanted.

"I've been dying to taste both of you. Now remove the rest of your clothes and lean against my desk for me, but keep on the skirts and tights for now," he commanded sternly.

Scarlet helped you to remove your bra and panties with her teeth and you did the same for her. Getting the perfect view of you and Scarlet's bodies, you looked at Steve and his eyes were dark with lust. You leaned against the desk as he knelt and fingered both of you. Noticing the butt plugs in your asses, he tapped the jewels with his fingers.

"You are both so tight. Such needy girls for me too, aren't you? And these butt plugs. Magnificent!" He mused before adding more fingers getting you to loosen up for him.

"Taste me, Steve. I've been craving your tongue," you whined needily.

He chuckled softly to himself before giving in to your request.

"Oh yes Steve, eat my pussy," you encouraged him as he buried his tongue in between your folds. The pleasure was short-lived before he did the same to Scarlet.

"His tongue is amazing. Just like that, sir," she whined as you met her lips in a kiss.

You kept kissing each other, moaning against each other's mouths as she cupped your breasts and played with your breasts. You did the same for her as Steve kept switching up between the two of you. His cock was so aching and needy to fuck you both and he was harder than ever as he pleased your pussies and watched you kiss passionately with tongues.

"Keep moaning for me just like that, ladies. Keep kissing and don't stop until I tell you to." He continued to finger fuck you both and alternate between sucking your pussy and licking your ass before doing the same to Scar and again to you.

Already you felt pretty close to your release and judging by the sounds Scarlet was making, she didn't seem to be very far behind.

"Ok stop. Now get up and onto your backs," he ordered with no hesitation in his tone.

Each of you rolled onto your backs and he looked at both of your slick pussies coated with his spit and your juices. Quickly, he stripped off his shirt and tie and kicked them to the side. To say he was well-endowed would be an understatement. He was thick and veiny with a mushroom-headed tip.

Licking your lips in anticipation, you eagerly awaited for his cock to slip inside of you. Steve spit on his fingers, then moved them to your wet entrance, quickly finding your clit. He did the same with his other hand and fingered Scarlet. Lewd moans elicited from both of your mouths.

"Now kiss for me. Be good girls," he ordered firmly.

You wasted no time kissing Scarlet using your tongue, knowing Steve would love it. You were enjoying yourself immensely though, and it was for your pleasure and Scarlet's as much as it was for him to watch and enjoy.

"Hottest thing I've ever seen," he remarked before spitting on your pussy then hers as he continued to finger fuck you both at a rapid pace before suddenly stopping.

A wide grin formed on his face before he lined himself up at your entrance, teasing you with just the tip of his cock. You were still kissing Scarlet and moaning against each other's lips. Already you felt your orgasm fastly approaching.

"That's right moan for me," he cooed encouragingly as he thrust his hips, pistoning them and brushing back loose strands of hair from his face.

Steve hissed as he sunk deep and even deeper inside of your pussy. You gasped as he filled you up inch by delicious inch.

"Such a good cock, professor. So big for such a slut like me. Will I get an A?" You asked cockily as he pulled your pigtails.

"If you do as I say and let me fuck this little slutty tight pussy. And you missy," he addressed Scarlet, "Sit on your friend's face. I want to see how well she can eat pussy," Steve sternly demanded.

Scarlet positioned herself on your face, straddling you with her legs on either side of your head as you sat in the desk chair and she leaned against the desk.

"That's right, suffocate her with that naughty schoolgirl pussy," Steve ordered her with lust gleaming in his eyes.

Steve spanked your ass and pounded inside of you, not giving you any more time to adjust and with no warning. Steve pulled Scarlet in closer to him and kissed her as you rocked your hips and she played with her nipples as you ate her out with vigor and passion, moaning into her clit. Rutting inside you, he pumped his cock into your tight hole, gasping as he watched his cock jackhammer into you, going faster and faster. He flicked your clit with his finger, wanting to stimulate you, thus making you cry out for him.

"How does she taste tell me now!" He demanded before he slapped your pussy as it hugged his cock tightly. Steve loved a tight pussy, and yours was made perfect for his dick.

"So good. She tastes sweet," you whined as you felt his fingernails digging into your hips, no doubt leaving marks on your skin.

"She's so good at eating pussy. Amazing!" Scar cried out loudly as she ground her wetness on your face, running down your chin.

Steve grunted and growled fecally as he rolled his hips and his balls slapped against your pussy. Sweat was trickling down his brows as he fucked your wet and juicy pussy, having the time of his life. He loved putting women in their places and was doing just that with you and Scarlet. Scarlet was getting close to her release, and you were with yours as Steve pounded hard and fast.

"Dirty fucking whores! My little sluts. Be good girls for your principal if you want to stay at this university," he forewarned you both having fun with this and playing his role in this scenario.

"Mmm gonna cum, sir," you yelped in pleasure as his cock hit your g-spot.

"Me too, Principal Knight," Scarlet warned as she rode your face and you fingered her clit, sucking on her sensitive bud.

Pulling out, he stroked his cock a bit and replaced it with his fingers, making you cry out louder as you came all over them, even squirting a little. Scarlet gasped in shock and found her release, throwing her head back and fondling her breasts. Steve was content watching this as he pulled his fingers out and put them to Scarlet's lips.

"Suck my fingers, slut!" He bellowed.

She did with satisfaction before getting off your face and catching her breath.

"Suck my cock now, whores!" He ordered sternly as he pumped it with his fist still hard as a rock.

Getting on your knees, you both sucked him clean, tasting your juices on his cock, licking his shaft, and kissing as your mouths met at the tip. Sucking him into your mouth as you laved and licked at his cockhead and his shaft, loving how he tasted and how big he felt in your mouth. Alternating your mouth with Scarlets, Steve pumped into her mouth, hissing as she took him down all the way. He pulled out and then shoved his cock into your mouth, making you gag and choke as spit ran down his shaft.

Looking down at you, he moaned, then pulled out and went back to fucking Scar's mouth before yours again, making the most lewd noises. Suddenly he pulled out of your mouth as spit coated his shaft, the pearly tip leaking pre-cum. The three of you were having the times of your lives.

"Now I'm going to fuck Scarlet as she eats Y/N out."

Soon you moved over to the couch in the library and got comfortable. Steve slapped your ass then hers, getting a good grip of flesh, loving the feeling of being in charge of the situation. Scarlet grabbed a rabbit vibrator from her purse and handed it to Steve, letting him get a good look at it.

"Naughty girl. Now use this on your friend. Make her cum hard for me. See if you can make her squirt," Steve requested before handing the toy back to her.

Taking the toy and turning it on, she positioned it at your entrance, starting at a low setting to get you used to it as Steve entered her until he was balls deep inside. Moaning as he filled her up, she fingered you and licked your folds as Steve began pumping inside, holding her hair back as he did so. Steve's chest hair looked so gorgeous as he fucked Scarlet and she ate you out, sucking on your labia, making you cry out from the feeling of the toy's vibrations and her mouth.

"Fuck yeah, do that use that toy and eat that pussy," Steve sternly told her as he made eye contact with you and groaned loudly.

His pace was steady inside of her as he enjoyed the little show you and Scarlet were putting on for him. The sight of you two ladies together made him hard as a rock. Occasionally, you and Steve would look over at the camera, getting some good shots as you fucked. Surely people would love this porno and you were putting all you had into it. The best part of making the porno was giving each other pure pleasure.

"She's so good at this! Need to get in trouble more often so we can be punished more," you whined, not caring how needy you sounded.

"She's so tasty, Principal Knight. Thank you for letting me eat her pussy," she mewled between her groans of delight.

"Who said you could talk? Eat that pussy until she cums. NOW!" Steve sternly remarked before slapping her ass and playing with her butt plug before removing it. He fingered her ass, having her crying out even louder and eating your pussy with reckless abandon.

Even though you were acting, you were having the best time and hoped this meant something to Steve, and it certainly meant something to you too. The sounds you were making were orgasmic as Scarlet ate you out like it was her last meal and Steve fucked her hard, his balls slapping against her ass. She was not shy in the slightest as she used the toy at a higher setting and pleasured you with all her pussy eating skills. Threesomes were Steve's favorite, but this was the hottest and best threesome he ever had on and off-camera.

"Fuck yes like that! Yeah, gonna cum for you!" You practically screamed as the toy's high setting and her tongue hit your g-spot.

"Cum for us. I'm so close to needing to cum for you beauties," Steve forewarned Scarlet as he continued to finger her ass with one hand, his other rubbing harsh circles on her sensitive clit.

The toy had you cum all over her tongue and in her mouth as you rode out your high before she turned off the toy and put it to the side. Your swollen clit and dripping cunt full of your juices were licked clean by Scarlet as Steve pulled out of her, cumming all over her back. His fingers hit the right spot because she was cumming moments later in ecstasy and euphoric bliss as she screamed in satisfaction.

"Now lick it clean!" He instructed.

Wasting no time, you licked her ass clean and kissed her before swallowing. Opening your mouth for Steve, you showed him it was all gone now, and he smiled in satisfaction. Steve had more in store for the both of you and, as his cock was already getting hard again, he decided on what he would do with you and Scarlet next. Pulling out your butt plug, he placed it to the side along with Scarlet's and looked down at the two of you with the biggest grin on his face.

"What now, sir?" You asked curiously as you and Scarlet knelt in front of him with Scarlet's hands around your breasts.

"Yeah, well, now you have to finish your detention by letting me use your other hole. Your mouths were divine, your pussies even better, but I need to finish with your asses," he informed you both.

"Yes, sir. We would love to," Scarlet told him sincerely.

"Yes please," you told him with a smile.

He went to get the condoms and lube from his desk drawer and brought them back over to the couch. Steve unwrapped the condom from its foil packet and opened the bottle of unscented lube. He looked between the two of you as if deciding on who he should fuck first. There was one other item he had, and it was a gag ball, which made you open your eyes wide in shock.

"Since you want to be mouthy, you will use this for me as I fuck your friend, Candy. I am going to use you both to my liking," he admonishes.

Steve hands you the toy and smiles as you take it happily. He then puts the gag ball around Scarlet's mouth, adjusting it to make sure it isn't too tight. Once that was taken care of, Steve puts the condom on and lubes up his fingers, inserting them into your ass to get you warmed up from him, earning whines and mewls from you. Turning the toy on, you use it on Scar's sensitive clit.

"Oh, fuck your fingers feel amazing Principal Knight," you cried out as he smirks continuing to fuck your ass with his fingers then uses his tongue.

Once he felt you had enough and felt as if he had earned enough cries from you, he positioned himself at your back entrance and entered you inch by delicious inch. You gasped as he entered your ass crying out in pleasure mixed with a little of a pain at first and then with euphoric bliss from the delicious feeling of his big and thick cock. Scarlet watched with rapt interest as she moaned around the gag ball in her mouth from the pressure of the vibrations on her sensitive nub.

As he moved inside of you, Steve hissed and grunted from the intense elation of the sensations. He was getting from your ass, clenching his cock so tightly. You screamed delightfully for him against Scar's inner thighs, working the toy on an even higher setting on her clit, causing her legs to shake.

"Tell me how much you love my cock in your ass, slut!" Steve urged you as he picked up his pace, earning louder yelps and mewls to escape from your lips.

"So fucking good, sir! So good more, please!" You begged as you rocked your hips and ass as he pounded it with pure satisfaction.

"That mouth on you!" He admonished before slapping your ass cheeks hard and gripping the flesh tightly, squeezing it, causing you to scream for him even more.

Scar was feeling intense euphoria from the way you worked the toy on her clit as her creamy juices coated it and her cries muffled because of the gag ball she was drooling on. Steve only fucked your ass harder, his balls slapping and heavy with his cum. Rubbing harsh circles on your clit, he growled fecally as you licked your friend's asshole, still using the toy to overstimulate her pussy. After fucking you for a few more minutes and rubbing your pussy, he made you cum and squirt before pulling out, feeling his fingers soaked.

"Oh, fuck sir, you made me squirt!" You shrieked as he slapped your ass again, groping it and soothing the red marks he left with imprints on your ass.

Steve removed the gag ball from Scarlet's mouth and took the toy, turning it off and tossing both aside. Getting another condom, he put it on and got more lube. You switched places with Scarlet and removed your skirts, now fully naked, on the couch for him to use as he pleased. Rubbing lube on her asshole as she was lying on her back, he makes sure she is ready before he enters her and lets her get adjusted.

"Thank you, sir, for using my ass," you gratefully told him as he fondled and gripped your ass with his hands.

"You're welcome whore. Now you Y/N need to see you please your friend here as I fuck her ass," he requested with a glint in his eyes.

"Yes, sir, anything for you."

Steve began his thrusts inside of her tight ass, moaning as he fucked her and you began to fondle and kiss her breasts before sucking one of her nipples into your mouth and then the other. He watched with wide eyes, loving the sensations of how it felt to be inside her tight ass as you pleased her and made her moan from the sheer contentment she was feeling from all the stimulation and attention. Scarlet moaned into your mouth as you kissed and groped her breasts and Steve fucked her ass hard and fast.

"How does it feel with him in your ass, huh? How does his big dick feel?" You asked her with curiosity as she whined and tangled her tongue with yours as she rocked on his cock as his balls slapped and hung heavily, bouncing against her ass.

"So good. Feels wonderful. I love how tight it feels and I want it so badly!" She wailed against your lips, craving the way his cock twitched inside her ass as they chased their climaxes together.

"So close, you fuckin' slut gonna cum soon. Want to cum in your mouths. Finish me!" Steve bellowed as he pulled out and tossed the condom in the trash can.

Wasting no more time, you and Scarlet knelt in front of him as he jerked himself off and began to cum into your open and eager mouths, watching you take him all down your throats. You kissed after and he watched in rapt fascination, feeling spent from the wonderful fucking he just did. Spitting into her mouth, she swallowed eagerly as you also swallowed his seed until it was all gone. Steve pulled you in for a kiss and then Scar.

"Detention is over. Until next time, ladies."

That porno was one of many that you made with Steve and eventually, you made some with Eddie, too. The first porno you did with Eddie was him as the rockstar (of course) with you as the groupie. An adult film you did with both Steve and Eddie was a fantasy of Knights in shining armor, Eddie and Steve with you being the Princess who was the damsel in distress. A Halloween porno with you dressed as a witch and Eddie/Steve were the warlock wizards. Eddie was a pornstar as his part-time career when he wasn't being a big rockstar and a mechanic. Nothing came close to the first porno you did with Steve and your friend, but each one was seductive, erotic, and sexy. In one, you even dressed up with masks like it was a masquerade ball and Steve/Eddie were wearing suits and masks.

Once you even dressed as a librarian and the guys were your naughty college fraternity boys. Only that porno came close to the others. Since Steve liked aerobics so much, he even wrote a script for an aerobics roleplay that involved you and Steve with some other ladies in the industry doing an orgy. There was other time you spent with Steve and Eddie, of course, when the cameras weren't rolling and you were no longer filming.

Scarlet would even guest feature in some of the other films you did with Steve and Eddie, and each film was super hot and fun to make. You made a good deal of money, but you also did them for the experience, of course. Steve even won an adult star award for the best male performer of the year, and you won one as the best breakout star. Eventually, you dated Steve and Eddie, and nothing came in between the three of you. No other performers and no anyone else could break your bond.

soundtrack

talk dirty to me and bad to be good by Poison

porno star by Motley Crue

pony by Ginuwine

sexual healing by sarah connor

pour some sugar on me by def leppard

whole lotta love by led zeppelin

feel like makin' love by bad company

Love Bites (so do I) by Halestorm

fever by Judas Priest

I Touch Myself by Divinyls

cherry pie by warrant

come by prince

harder faster by a wasp

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[cj-marj]

LITC 97 (spoiler)

“It’s not your fault”

“I didn’t know your words could affect me so much […] I’m so sorry, Skylar.”

I probably looked constipated in physics cuz I was trying not to cry while reading this chapter. I finally got Cirrus’ apology but at what cost? 😭

Cirrus’ fear of the possibility of Skylar leaving actually has me in a chokehold. We probably saw it coming but stillll.

I actually can’t though. I need to reread this chapter once more, ALONE, so I can cry my heart out. UGHHHH

[btsugarush]

GANGSTA | myg - 002

summary: rough sex, blood money, drugs, and gang related activity; four things you never predicted to experience in your simple life. not until you opened your mouth and caught his attention

pairings: gang leader!yoongi x f!reader

warnings: smut, gunplay, drugs, drug addiction, dark!yoongi, drug lord!yoongi, strong language, gang violence, blood and gore, murder, manipulation, possessive/obsessive behavior, abuse, cheating, angst, fluff, dubcon, implied noncon (not from yoongi but within his gang with his knowledge), 18+, minors dni

word count: 3K

author’s note: sorry if you asked to be on the taglist and didn’t make it. i’ve reached over 50 and couldn’t add anymore people. i’ll add more of you in the comments.

“I’m glad you’re okay after all of that,” Jungkook says on the other end of your phone; you had just spilled about the chaotic situation at Makoto as it was still weighing heavily on your mind. You couldn’t shake what Jimin had said about that Yoongi guy killing someone, though it could have just been a rumor. If he had actually taken someone’s life there would be no way they would allow him to walk the streets. He’d be too much of a flight risk.

“You should really be careful in the future. I know you like to stand up for people that can’t stand up for themselves, but Yoongi is bad news. There’s no telling what he would’ve done to you on the wrong day.”

“So you know him too?” You quiz. It seemed as though everyone knew who this guy was besides you. Maybe you don’t get out enough. Or maybe you were just good at staying away from trouble– until this afternoon at least. “I know of him, but not personally. He came to the shop once like five months ago with the same tall guy you were talking about. He told my coworker Si-Woo to step outside, and the next thing you know he's pistol-whipping him nearly to death. Rumor around the shop was that Si-Woo sold drugs for Yoongi, and owed him a lot of money.”

“Really?” Your mouth drops in shock. “What did Si-Woo say about it?”

“He never talked about it, ended up quitting the next day, and told us ‘not to get the police involved because it wouldn’t be of any help and it was all just a misunderstanding’.” He quoted. “Well, three days later Si-Woo’s body was found hacked to pieces and stuffed in a suitcase behind an alley on Gongdan lane.”

You heard about that case on the news some time ago, but had no clue that Jungkook knew the victim on an intimate level. It honestly made you shiver a bit. Imagine being the one to discover the body, and how gruesome the sight must have been. Stuff like that was common in slum areas though. Crime was especially high in Gongdan lane of all places, which is why you made sure to never venture in that area. “You think Yoongi had something to do with his murder?”

Jungkook scoffed. “The guy was viciously pistol-whipping him three days before his body was identified. I know he had something to do with it, but none of us were willing to risk going to the cops, so we just moved on like it didn’t happen.” Jungkook pauses for a moment before he speaks again. “You know… sometimes I think that maybe we could’ve saved his life if we did report the incident. Sometimes I still look at his station and feel like he’s there, tattooing.” He sighs heavily, like it was a great weight lifted from his shoulders to even tell you.

“You did what you felt was necessary. As fucked up as it may seem, you had to think about what was best for you.” You try your best to comfort him as he seemed to hold on to a lot of guilt regarding Si-Woo’s death, and reminiscing didn’t help. To have the man who could have potentially murdered your friend roaming free to terrorize all of Daegu couldn’t be a great feeling. You felt for him.

“I know. It’s just fucked to know he went through such a fucked up death. I don’t even want to imagine how scared he must’ve been,” you could hear clanking on the other end, as though he was biting down on his lip piercing. “I don’t even like the thought of knowing you tangled with them. He seems the type to hold grudges, and I don’t want you to get hurt. I’d lose my shit and go after him myself.”

You smile softly. “And I just know you’d kick his ass, my tough Kookie.” You both laugh at the nickname, which is one of many you had with the word ‘cookie’ in it. You could be so cheesy sometimes, but Jungkook loved everything about it. “You don’t have to worry though, apparently he likes me so maybe I’m in the clear?” You say unsuringly, still not understanding what he meant by it. It was very abrupt and cryptic. “Well whatever he meant, he’s out of luck because you’re spoken for.”

“As if he’d ever had a chance to begin with, I don’t think I’d mesh well with a criminal,” You chuckled. “I’m more into sweet, sensitive guys with tattoos and piercings.”

“Yeah? I think I know someone like that.” You could tell that he’s cheesing on the other end, which made you cheese. Everything always felt so natural with Jungkook. Him being your best friend in high school really played hand in hand with that. He was no different from a lover than he was a best friend. You two were absolutely the same and you loved it.

“You should probably get some sleep now, Angel. You don’t want to go to work exhausted, and I don’t wanna be blamed for you oversleeping again.” You simply roll your eyes in a playful manner, but agree nonetheless. You couldn’t chance being up so late, Mr. Kim was very strict about being on time.

“I guess you’re right,” you pout. “Okay, I’ll talk to you tomorrow when I get off work.”

“Okay, Angel. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Kookie cake.” You pull your phone from your ear, ending the call before you get up from your bed to switch off your bedroom lights. You crawl back onto the mattress, pulling your blanket over your body. Picking your phone back up again, you swipe through your apps until you locate the clock app. You set your alarm to wake you up at 12:00 PM on the dot. Just as you were about to place your phone down on your nightstand, something overcame you and you got the urge to search Yoongi’s name on Google.

When you type in his name, you are shocked to see so many results come up effortlessly. Several different mugshots from several different instances, all dating from when he was a teenager to one that seemed recent. You click on the one that looks most recent, letting it redirect you to the Daegu booking website.

Name: Min Yoongi

Age: 30

BOOKING DETAIL

Status: Released

Building: Public Safety Building

Area: Maledorm

Booking number: 575857

Booking date: 3/26/2023 11:56:00 pm

ARRESTS

Arrest number: 680071205

Arrest date: 3/26/2023 10:06:00 pm

Arresting agency: Daegu Police Department

Agency case number: 25-18056

ASSAULT WITH A DEADLY WEAPON

ATTEMPTED FIRST-DEGREE MURDER

POSSESSION WITH INTENT TO SELL

You read over the arrests in shock, completely dumbfounded by how a man of his caliber could be released from jail and not behind bars rotting for the rest of his life. He practically lived in jail anyway, why not just keep him there? You eye his mugshot, his intense stare giving you the chills. You didn’t need to wonder how the officer taking the photo must’ve felt considering you too have felt those daggers looking into the depths of your soul.

You pull your sight away from the photo, swiping away the page. You didn’t want to spend any more time on Yoongi. What happened at Makoto is behind you now. You just wanted to forget about the situation, and never run into Yoongi– or Joon for that matter, again. You plug your phone to your charger, sitting the device on your nightstand before you drift off to sleep.

“I was starting to think you weren’t going to show.” Mr. Kim looks surprised as you step into the kitchen, taking an apron from the hook on the wall. “Why wouldn’t I show up?” You quirk a brow, tying the black fabric around your waist. “Because I thought you would’ve been too scared to show your face after going toe to toe with the devil’s minions the other day.”

You click your tongue, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You couldn’t believe people were still on that. Just as you walked in you overheard a customer whispering ‘she’s still alive?’ to her friend. It’s absurd at this point. “I think everyone is blowing what happened yesterday way out of proportion.” You shake your head, grabbing a notepad and pen from the pencil holder.

“I’d like to say we are, kid, but you got lucky. That Yoongi is no joke to be played with. The guy is a menace. Some people say the only reason he’s not in jail is because he has affiliations within the police unit, and I wouldn’t doubt if it’s true. Our system is corrupt.” The older man sighs. ‘Oh great, here he goes with politics and corruption again…’ you thought. You had better get out on the floor before you’re caught in a whirlwind of it.

You leave him to discuss the topic with himself as you step out onto the floor, and start taking customer orders. “Hey, you’re that crazy girl from yesterday.” A man says as you approach his table. You frown, already knowing what he was referring to, so you avoid it at all cost. “What can I get you?” You redirect the conversation.

“Oh! Uhhh,” he picks up the menu from his table, skimming through it. “I’ll have the Jajangmyeon.” He answers quickly. You scribble down his order. “Anything to drink?” You ask. “Ginseng tea, thank you.” He places the menu back on the table. You nod, taking down his drink. “Okay, I’ll be right back with that tea.” You smile kindly before heading back to the kitchen. You rip the orders from the notepad, clipping them to the ticket holder.

“Hey, kid. We’ve got a delivery order for dumplings.” Mr. Kim informs you as you’re preparing tea for the customer. The older gentleman approaches you, the order already made and secured in a brown bag. You take the bag from him, looking at the order ticket attached to it.

As you read over the address on the ticket, your eyes practically bulge out of your skull. ‘2357 Gongdan Lane’. “Um… Mr. Kim, this location is in the slums of Daegu.” You look at him with concern. “I know.” The man simply nods, taking the tickets you set from the holder. “Yeah, well, I can’t go to Gongdan lane. It’s dangerous, especially for me as a woman.”

“Look kid, I’m sorry. If Jimin was here I’d have him go but he doesn’t work on Saturdays and you’re my only worker.”

“Exactly. I’m the only worker, you need me to be at the shop taking orders.” You knew that wasn’t going to go over as it was a slow day, and there were hardly any customers in the shop to begin with. “I can handle the customers and cook the ramen until you get back.”

You couldn’t believe this. Just as you had prided yourself in never stepping foot in Gongdan, here was this old dirty bastard making you go. On top of that, the restaurant didn’t even own a company car for deliveries so you had to ride a bike. You read over the ticket again, noticing that there wasn’t even a name on the order. “There’s no name on the order, this could be a trick that ends with me getting robbed for free food.”

“All this time wasted on talking about it could be used on getting the delivery done. Stop complaining and do what you’re paid to do. The faster you get it done, the faster you can come back.”

You wanted to stomp your foot like a child and continue to protest, but you couldn’t risk your job by not listening so you did the only sensible thing you could do. Your job. You grab a plastic bag, shoving the brown one inside of it before leaving through the back exit in the kitchen. You spot the red delivery bike lying on the ground, and pick it up, looping the plastic bag around the bike handle.

As you mount the bicycle, you pull out your phone to use your GPS. The ride was about 12 minutes away. If you ride fast you could undoubtedly make it at least an 8 minute ride. You kick back the breaks and set off on your journey. During the ride as you make it into the slum area, you could truly see the separation from Sangsu-dong to Gongdan lane. The sidewalks were cracked and unpaved, the buildings looked more rundown, and homeless people laid out in sleeping bags.

You got an uneasy feeling as you noticed a group of men smoking weed on a corner and intensely watching you go by. You probably stood out like a sore thumb, riding through Daegu’s slummiest on a red bike. You swallowed the lump in your throat, keeping your eyes forward as you paid them no mind. As you continue going, you notice the streets become more isolated. Your GPS directs you to turn, which you follow only to come upon a big warehouse that looked abandoned. ‘You’ve arrived’, your GPS says. You furrow your brows, confusion written over your face.

“Stupid thing must’ve sent me to the wrong location.” You grab the bag of dumplings from the bike handle, circling around the warehouse just in case you were mistaken. You find a door on the other end, cameras surrounding it like it was a government building. You inspect the door, seeing that there was a red button of some sort on it.

You scope the perimeter, making sure no one was trying to sneak attack you. The whole thing seemed completely sketchy. You take a deep breath before pressing down on the button, a loud buzz coming from it. You take a step back, waiting for someone to come open the door. You stood there for about two minutes, not wanting to wait around any longer. You knew this was a scam. You should’ve just gone home and pretended like you delivered the food. It would’ve saved you the trouble. As you turn to walk back to the bike, the door suddenly opens with a loud creaking sound.

You direct your attention back to the door, locking eyes with an individual that you dreaded to ever see again. “Oh my god… i-it’s you…” you stutter in shock, seeing Yoongi stand in the doorway with a smirk plastered on his face. “Wonder Woman, we meet again.”

You’re silent, not really saying a word as you feel too stunned to speak. “You got something for me, sweetheart?” His eyes darted to the bag in your hand. You snap from your fearful trance, remembering why you were there in the first place. “Uh… yeah. Here’s your order.” You stretch out your arm to hand him the bag, not wanting to come any closer. The raven reaches forward, his hand brushing yours as he takes the bag from you. You quickly turn away, rushing back over to your bike.

“Hey, I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself yesterday.” He says, following behind you. “I already know who you are.” You mumble as you mount the red two wheeler. “Really? You didn’t seem to know who I was yesterday. If you did, you wouldn’t have shot your pretty mouth off like that,”

He grabs the handles of your bike, preventing you from leaving. “You look scared. Guess my reputation precedes me.” He says almost too proudly. “Not in a way that a decent human being should want it to, but I guess decency isn’t what you’re aiming for.” you say slickly, which causes the raven to smile. “There goes that smart mouth again,” he ran his tongue over his bottom lip, giving you the same predatory stare from yesterday. “Normally I wouldn’t tolerate anyone getting slick at the mouth with me, but from you it’s kind of a turn on.”

You scowl, ignoring his sexual advance. “Can you let go of my bike? I need to get back to work.”

“How about you let me drive you?” he offers, but you quickly decline. You’d be an idiot to get in the car with a proclaimed murderer. “I’ll take my chances on the bike, thank you.” The raven lets go of the handles, taking a step back to allow you to be on your way. “Be my guest, sweetheart.”

You kick back the break, not wanting to waste any more of your time in Gongdan speaking to this thug. You back away from him, turning the bike to ride down the path you came. “I hope to see you again, Y/N.” He calls out. You come to an abrupt stop, looking back at the raven. How did he know your name? “I don’t remember telling you my name.”

“You didn’t need to. I have my sources and connections, Princess. Whatever I need or want, I get.”

You cringe at the nickname ‘princess’. Jungkook doesn’t even call you that, with all the cheesy nicknames he does use. Him knowing your name suddenly made you question how coincidental this whole encounter was. You were starting to wonder how much about you he knew. As if he read your mind, he starts to read you like an autobiography. “You were born in Busan and raised right here in Daegu, you’re an ex nursing student, an only child, both your parents passed away in a tragic car accident, your best friend is Sang Mina, and your boyfriend is… Jeon Jungkook? Am I right?”

Your heart pounds against your chest as he spoke information that only people close to you would know. You felt sick, creeped out even, but you tried not to display that on your face. “So, I guess you know my work schedule then. You set this little encounter up knowing that I was the only worker today, didn’t you?” the raven simply shrugged like he couldn’t answer whether that was true or not, but you knew that it was. “I don’t know what your deal is, but just stay away from me, okay?”

Yoongi sneered, as he turned on his heels, heading back to the door from once he came. The raven makes sure he gets the last word though.

“I can’t make you any promises, sweetheart. Like I said, whatever I want, I get.”

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[obsessedwrhys]

Aesthete

(adj.) Someone with a deep sensitivity to the beauty of art or nature

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ where Abby let's you draw a portrait of her

c/w: fluff, reader is female because I refuse to believe she's straight 😡, abby being insecure (?), gun talk, some cursing, just two lesbos bickering like a married couple, kissing, did not proof read this!!

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Inside your shared room, you somehow found yourself painting on another canvas after just telling yourself you'd be done with your last one. Since you were a kid, you've always been drawn towards anything that had to do with brushes and colours. It was better spending your time painting rather than talking to people, they were always rude or just straight off insensitive. All except for someone...

Abby...

She always adored your skills. Everytime you were assigned to go on patrols together, she would just peek her head from behind your shoulder to see what you were doodling in your journal. Out of everyone you knew, she was the one constantly bragging about your drawings to her friends. And you guys aren't even dating!!

Yet... which you always liked to tell yourself.

With your brush applying another soft stroke on the canvas, you started to grow bored of it, another idea already crawling up from the back of your mind. Maybe you could try doing a portrait, you have the experience but you just don't have the subject. Almost out of instinct, you knew who to find. Pretty much the only person you'd figure would be fine with this.

Abandoning your brush and pallette on the round chair, you decided to leave and try to find Abby. It wasn't hard to find her since she would spend almost all of her time in the gym. Swinging open the glass door, you headed in and walked past several other WLFs who were also training, your eyes glued to one person.

There she was, doing bench presses as usual.

You decided to stop a few feet away from where she was, almost like you were in a trance from watching her biceps flex each time she lifted the heavy weight. Not wanting to be seen as a creep, which you already have, you walked closer to make your presence known. "Hey Abby" You said with a smile. Your voice startling her a bit.

"Oh, hey" She said before setting the weight back to its rightful place. She sits up on the bench as she looks at you with a friendly smile. "You need anything?" She said, always kind and polite towards you that it somehow made you feel all giddy inside.

"I was wondering if you'd liked to be the subject of a portrait I'm doing" You said and your words struck her a bit. She looked like she just received news of something big. "Uhh... if you're worried about the portrait turning out ugly, I promise I'll be extra focused on the details" You said, figuring if that was the reason behind her reaction.

"Huh? Ah no, I wasn't worried about that. I'm just surprised you'd pick me" She chuckles awkwardly as she stands up, her height scaring you a bit. "Did you expect me to pick someone else?" You asked, the two of you walking side by side.

"Well... maybe I figured you'd choose someone more... elegant" She said, holding the door open for you to go first. "Elegant?" You scoff out of amusement.

"Didn't you show me one of your books? Where all of the people drawn were wearing those tight dresses and having their hair up so high" Abby said, recalling the memory.

"Pssh, that's different, trust me, I know what I'm doing" You opened the door to your room, inviting her inside.

"Whatever you say" She responded with a playful smile. Once you closed the door, her eyes were already examining around the room that's messy from all of your art stuff.

"Seems like you didn't take my advice" She said, looking at the stack of books you had thrown along with the pile of discontinued drawings.

"I'll do that later" You said dismissively since you realised everytime you cleaned your supplies, you were always gonna use it and make a mess anyways, best to save it for a day where you have the energy to clean.

"Soo uhh... what do I...?" Abby walks over to where you're busy setting a brand new canvas.

"You can just sit at the sofa so you can be right in front of me" You said, putting everything in place and she just does what you instructed. She finds herself seated in front of you and it somehow made her shy. Does she pose or...? This is all new to her.

"You can move your body around a bit, just try not to move your head a lot, so uh... relax" You said, already picking up your brush. "Got it" She said as she leans back onto the cushion.

With your focus on the portrait, you failed to notice the way she was watching you, her gaze was full of warmth and admiration. She was eyeing your every move as if she was watching a film.

"I never got to ask, how did you learn to paint?" Abby said and it made you stop in your act to think it over. "Can't remember exactly when, I just knew it was fun to do so I kept doing it" You simply responded and she smiles softly at your answer. "Fun huh? Is that why you're doing a portrait of me?" She said and her playful tone made you almost freeze in place.

"I guess you could say that" You said, your hand carefully doing the shades of her face. The room remained quiet for a moment, just faint sounds of your brush mixing together different colours on your pallete. "Can you lift your head up a bit?" You asked and she does just that. "Perfect" You said and quickly press your brush back on the canvas.

Your eagerness had her struggle to contain a smile. "If only you were this passionate about your gun training" She said since this was a topic that you could care less about.

"I don’t really like guns, it's too violent for me"

"True... but its also the reason why you're still alive. C'mon, at least fix your aim" She said which had you turn to look at her.

"Whats wrong with my aim?"

"Errr..." She trails off, struggling to find the right words but you were well aware of what she was trying to say. "Just try not to have your bullets flying everywhere" She said, her response having you raise an eyebrow at her.

"... don't make me draw a hairy moustache on you" You threatened which had her laugh.

"Am I supposed to find that scary?" She asked to which you pointed the end of your paintbrush at her to warn her to be careful of her next words. This action just encouraging her even more but for her sake of not wanting a horrendous looking moustache on her portrait, she'll stop.

After a while, she let's out a soft sigh. "Getting tired?" You asked, your face hidden by the canvas so she couldn't see you.

"A bit" She admitted with an embarrassed chuckle. Your head peaks from the side of canvas, trying to mimic the sweat that was still present on her forehead due to her earlier workout.

Without even realising, you were basically staring at her face a little too hard. It was funnier from Abby's perspective cause all she could see was your pair of eyes staring at her so intensely. "Am I too far away? You're looking pretty hard" She joked, pointing out how your brows were slightly narrowed.

You ended up shushing her which she found amusing. "I'm thinking, don't disrupt my thoughts" You said.

"Yes ma'am"

After a couple of minutes, you managed to finish the portrait, just a few details here and there then you were finally satisfied with yourself. "You can get up now" You said as you carefully added some tiny dots or lines. Abby pushed herself off the sofa and stood beside you.

"Damn" She said, blown away by the portrait you had done of her. It was like a reflection in a mirror. "What are you gonna do with it?" Abby asked as you stepped back to finally admire your work. "I don't know... maybe I'll hang it up somewhere in my room" You said. This caught her interest almost immediately. "You want a portrait of me in your room?" She asked, seeming embarrassed.

"Well do you want it in your room?" You asked which made her go silent.

"It's fine, I really don't mind, you'd be surprised by how many scary things I've painted and displayed on my walls" You said, carefully picking up the canvas and moving it to the other side of the room. Abby simply follows you with her arms folded.

"Comparing my face to scary things doesn't make it sound any better" She said and you could sense a tiny hint of frustration in her tone which had you chuckle to yourself. "Stop being a baby and help me hang this up" You said after finding a open spot on the wall to put it.

"You.are.unbelievable" She shakes her head slightly with a defeated smile as she takes the canvas from your hand before standing on the chair to hang it on to the nail.

Once she was done, she stepped down from the chair to stand beside you. The two of you now staring at the portrait.

"I have to admit, you're really gifted" Abby said and it made you turn your head to look at her. "Thanks" You smiled at her compliment. The second she turns to look at you, you felt yourself melt at her stare as if her blue eyes were hypnotising you. You swore for a second you could see hearts popping up around her.

Why is she looking at you like that?

Like you're the single most beautiful thing she has ever seen

"If you uh don't mind... could I stay for a while?" She asked, her voice so soft it was intoxicating.

"Sure" You blurted out without even thinking twice.

Noticing how flustered you looked, Abby tilts her head with a grin. "You okay?" She asked but her tone was anything but concern, it was like she was teasing you, knowing the effect she had on you.

"Yeahh, I'm good" You turned around and began walking back to your supplies, feeling as though you needed to escape her presence quickly to be able to think straight.

"Are you sure? Cause you looked like you wanted to kiss me just now" She said and it stopped you from reaching out to your brushes. Your mind was short circuiting.

Fuck this woman...

"And what if I said I wanted to?" You managed to say since it was easier that you weren't looking at her.

Suddenly you could hear her footsteps approaching you from behind, almost like each step she took added a weight in your chest. The tension on you shoulders relaxed the moment you felt her hands placed on them, gently, she turned you around to have you face her.

"Then kiss me" She said, no, pleaded. Her face showing how much she also wanted this.

You leaned in closer to her, the two of you haven't even kissed yet but just from the feeling of your chests pressed together made you both breathless. Eventually you pressed your lips on hers, taking it slow as you wanted to savour this moment, but it didn't last long as the desperation started to grew.

Within seconds, you were kissing Abby hard and she did the same, her hand wrapped around the back of your neck while the other is placed on your hip. The kiss was messy. Your hands grabbing at whatever you could on her body as you were completely lost in the taste of her.

Your touch was driving her crazy as well, thinking back to the countless nights of how she much she wanted this. To have you this close, to have you melt just from her lips. Out of breath and feeling tired, you pulled away but Abby didn't let you and quickly pulled you back in for another kiss. Her action causing you to yelp and for a sec she felt her stomach flip. She chuckles.

"So pretty" She muttered before pressing her lips back on yours again and again, not wanting the moment to end.

"Abby..." You laid your hands on her arms and she pulled back to admire you. The mess she had made of you.

"Yes...?" She said, gently caressing your face.

"You keep kissing me and I'm gonna pass out" You said and your words had her chuckle softly.

"Sorry, can't help it when your lips are so sweet" She said, her thumb rubbing on your cheek affectionately.

"Did you think this would happen when you asked me to come over?" She asks.

"Ummm... maybe?" You said. You had a feeling something might happen but you never thought it'd turn out like this.

"I've just liked you for a very long time but I wasn't sure you felt the same" You confessed and her smile grew wider.

"Seriously? What, was me bragging about you to everyone not obvious enough? Should I have been starting a fan club for you so you'd find out better?" She teased and you smacked her on the shoulder playfully.

"Maybe you should, then I'd know that you actually liked me" She sighs, pretending to act like she's regretting this missed opportunity.

"You're right. Maybe if I did start a massive fan club dedicated to you, we would of had this kiss sooner" She said, leaning in closer to have her forehead rested on yours.

"Well we're here now aren't we?" You looked up at her, a smirk on your face.

"True" She then started to move and you couldn't help but let your eyes flutter close, waiting for her to kiss you again but somehow the feeling of her lips on yours never came.

You opened your eyes and found her actually moving her lips inches away from your ears instead. "How about we clean your room now, hm?" She said which had you in disbelief. She was now reminding you of how dirty your room is after just kissing you.

"If tidying up my things is so much fun then sure" You moved away from her but she was quick to follow you.

"If I get to spend more time with you, I don't see anything boring about it" Abby said, already on to arrange your stack of unorganised books. You watch her with a look of gratitude, knowing this mess is gonna take a very long time to clean.

"Thanks Abs"

"You can thank me with a kiss after we're done" She shoot you a cheeky smile which had you roll your eyes with the corner of your lips curving upwards.

"Fine" You stood beside her to help with putting your books in order. Seeing how focused you were, Abby couldn't help but have her hip nudging yours on purpose to get your attention. You chuckle, knowing this cleaning session is gonna take a while.

(Now I'm gonna do super duper angst Ellie, this plot has been stuck on my mind 😄)

[antennaed-shidou]

I'm Innocent

♫ Task Force 141 x f! reader

♫ Warning: not prof-read, being tortured, cutting flesh, close to death experience, tied down, blood, rope tied around the body,

♫ Word count: 1K+

♫ In which you were framed

There have been traces of a mole around. There has been no lead to anything and it's been tough for Task Force 141. You sat in the cafeteria looking at the evidence while eating your food. You were looking through it as you heard footsteps walking your way.

You lift your head to see Price and the others around the table. You put the papers down Price sits in front of you. He sighs putting his hands together.

You were confused as to why everyone was around you and why they all seemed disappointed.

Price spoke, "We know who the traitor is, {Y/n}." His tone was flat as he spoke.

A smile was present on your face, "Great who is it, Captain?" You ask a happy tone in your voice as you guys have finally found the traitor.

But when you heard Price say your name, your face fell and your body carried so much weight.

"What. No, I'm innocent. You guys know I would never betray any of you." You pleaded.

No one believed you as they looked in the other direction. Even your so-called students that you trained. They didn't bother to even look at you.

"Guys please believe me..." Your words were cut short when you felt a sharp pain in the leg. You look at your leg to see it is a needle. All of a sudden your eyes felt like they were being pulled down to the floor. You also felt unbalanced like someone was pulling you on one side and not the other.

You woke up in a chair, you tried to move but your hands and legs were tied around the arms and legs of the chair. You struggle in the chair wanting to be set free, but nothing is working.

After a while, some people enter the room. It was your so-called students that entered the room. One of them was holding a pocket knife in his hand.

Your eyes are full of fear as he walks closer and the other stays a little behind.

"I'm sorry, {Y/n}. But if you didn't go behind our backs then this wouldn't happen.'' You could tell by how he spoke he didn't really mean it, or maybe he did and he was hurt at the fact the person he looked up to did such a horrible thing.

"I didn't I really didn't. Please, believe me, Jared!" You pleaded but he didn't listen.

Jared guided the pocket against your arm, blood was slowly dripping out as he cut deeper and deeper. Tears were flowing down your eyes as you tried to keep in the screams. Even though the students weren't on your side, you still tried to show them you were stronger than the rest.

The three in the back covered their eyes, they couldn't stomach seeing the person they looked up to being hurt by one of their coworkers, or even friends. Mille peaked seeing tears flow down your eyes. She couldn't take it and left the room.

Price saw her leave and let her be. He himself didn't want to do this but if so be it, then so be it. You were the traitor and leaked everything you could about Task Force 141. After Jared was done the others left the room as well.

Ghost and a few others entered the room. He stayed away in the corner watching Captain Price talk to you.

"Tell us, {Y/n}," Price yelled. He didn't want to, but no matter what he had to.

"I swear I am innocent!" You yelled tears flowing down your eyes. You tried but no one would listen.

Your blood was spilling out from your body. You felt so tired and helpless. You started in front of you and Ghost was standing right there with a bloody knife in his hand, the knife that he used to make cuts over your body.

Task Force 141 wanted to get the information out of you so that they would stop and let you free, but you didn't say anything because you didn't know anything.

They decided to give you a break as you had passed out. They left the room beside one, Ghost. He stayed with you, he knew the pain that you must be feeling. One problem was that the was one of the people causing the pain.

He left the room shortly after. He saw when he left that your students were watching you. Jared held the knife close that was used to cut his so-called teacher.

Mille was the only person who believed you.

That night she snuck into the room you were being held in and confronted you about it.

"{Y/n}, {Y/n}, wake up." She nudged you seeing you slowly open your eyes.

You were shocked to see Mille by your side. "What the fuck are you doing here. If you get caught they'll think you with me. And I don't want that for you."

"Who do you think framed you?" She asked taking out a notepad and pencil awaiting your answer.

The following day you were yet again tortured, knives were guided against your body, and rope was wrapped around you even so tightly. Yet again you still said nothing because you didn't know anything.

This time you lasted longer, and your throat felt like it was burning in the pits of hell. Your body felt limp and tied so they gave you rest again.

Mille on the other hand was endlessly doing reacher so that you could be set free. And she had finally found solid evidence that would get you out.

She presented it to Price. "Captain Price!" She hollered earning his attention, "I have something to show you." She gave him the pile of paper.

They went back to his office as he looked through the papers. As he read through Mille, could see his widened eyes.

As Price was reading his stomach dropped, he felt terrible for everything he had done to one of his good Lieutenants. He didn't even finish reading everything, he just took off to where {Y/n} was being held.

When you heard the door open you again were prepared for the worst. When you only see Price walk in you are confused, he has nothing in his hands, only a look of regret on his face.

"{Y/n}, you were never the mole were you?"

You're heart sank in your chest. You figured Mille found solid evidence to set you free, and you were glad but in the long run, it showed how much Price didn't believe your words. He had to be told by someone else that you weren't the traitor.

You didn't say anything and you didn't have to either. Price unlocked the chains and ropes that tied you to the chair. You tried to get up but couldn't. Price tried to help you up but you swatted away his hand.

"I'm sorry," He apologized.

For you that wasn't enough, an "I'm sorry" wasn't going to cut it. Milled walked into the room and helped you get up. You left Price to think about his actions.

Mille took you to the cafeteria to get food since you've also been feed poorly these past few days. Everyone turned their heads when they saw you enter the room.

That also must be one thing, you were not the mole. When Ghost saw you his stomach churned. He felt so bad for what he had done to you. He saw all the scars that he caused all over your body.

Mille sat you down and went to go get food for you she came back and set the tray down. "I'm going to get you a change of clothes, I'll be right back, {Y/n}." She says giving her a thumbs up to make sure everything was alright, you gave one back and she went to get more clothes.

As you were sitting there and peacefully eating your food you felt a hand on your shoulder. Your instincts come in and as you are about to hit the person the strength in your body gave out.

You turn, your eyes meeting a skull mask before you can say anything Mille appears.

"Move Ghost. What you did to {Y/n} can not be solved by some solemn apology. So I suggest you leave her alone."

Ghost doesn't want to argue. He knows what he did to you is traumatizing, even worse than anything that happened before you joined.

This is only part one meaning more parts later! I want to try and write for more COD but we will see

[filmofhybe]

A better Christmas

💌 pairing : Yang jungwon x oc 🎞️ GENRE : fluff , costumer x barista 800 wc

Warning : jungwon just went through a break up on Christmas.

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Jungwon stepped into the warm glow of Y/N's cafe, the chill warm colored Christmas night clinging to him like a shadow. The bell above the door chimed softly as he entered, drawing Y/N's attention from behind the counter. Her eyes met his, and for a moment, there was a silent understanding. Well was be going to be happy after his girl- I mean ex girlfriend broke up with him ok Christmas Day.

Y/n sensed the heaviness in Jungwon's demeanor, the weight of a recent breakup etched across his face, she could tell every costumers story just by looking at their face. It was Christmas Day, a time when joy should abound, even during the day time many lovely people filled the café, but for him, she could tell he was having a lonely night. She decided to be the warmth he needed.

As the last customer, Jungwon took a seat by the window, his gaze lost in the swirling snow outside. Y/n, compassionate and perceptive, prepared a comforting cup of hot chocolate. The steam curled into the air, a tangible reassurance that some warmth remained in the world.

Setting the cup before him, Y/N spoke gently, "I hope this warms you up a little. Christmas can be tough sometimes."

Jungwon managed a faint smile, appreciating the genuine concern in her eyes. The warmth of the hot chocolate seeped into his cold soul as he touches the delicate mug, providing solace even if just for a moment. Y/n continued with her duties, but her attention lingered on him, sensing the need for more than just a beverage.

After a while, Y/N decided to close up the shop, realizing the solitude Jungwon faced and how he was very much still in his thoughts. As she locked the door, she invited him to join her at a nearby table. "You don't have to be alone tonight. Sometimes sharing the pain makes it a little easier to bear."

They sat in the dimly lit cafe, the Christmas lights casting a soft glow. “She broke up with me..” that’s what jungwon said, as he looks up to y/n, a gorgeous yet beautiful and kind women that just made his Christmas a little bit better by listened to him pouring his his heart out, the wounds of a broken relationship still raw. She offered words of comfort and understanding, a soothing balm to his wounded spirit. “I know it hurts to separate with your ex partner in such a special day, but trust me your worth more than her.”

As the night wore on, Y/N's compassionate presence became a source of solace for Jungwon. The weight on his shoulders seemed to lift, if only slightly. He realized that in the midst of heartbreak, a connection had blossomed – an unexpected friendship that held the promise of healing. Jungwon smiling from time to time at her lovely stories. His dimple showing and for once, someone noticed how adorable it was - and it was y/n.

When it was time for Jungwon to leave, Y/n walked him to the bus stop. The snowfall had intensified, creating a serene backdrop to their parting. Before boarding his bus, Jungwon turned to her with gratitude in his eyes. "Thank you for being there tonight. You made a difficult day a little easier to bear," he said, his voice carrying a newfound warmth.

Y/n smiled, "You're always welcome here. Take care, and remember, you're not alone." She said as she waved good bye to him, continue to walk back to her apartment down the road.

In the following days, Jungwon found himself drawn to y/n’s cafe like a moth to a flame. He sought refuge in the familiarity of her company, finding comfort in the simple moments they shared. Y/n with her empathetic nature, welcomed him without judgment, understanding the fragility of healing hearts.

Their conversations ranged from lighthearted banter to the depths of their personal experiences. Y/n became a confidante, and Jungwon, in turn, offered his support and friendship. The cafe transformed into a sanctuary for both, a place where the wounds of the past could be acknowledged and, eventually, mended.

As weeks turned into months, the pain that once gripped Jungwon began to loosen its hold. Y/n’s kindness and companionship played a crucial role in his healing process. The bond they forged over shared stories and laughter grew stronger with each passing day.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of orange and pink across the sky, Jungwon looked at Y/N with a genuine smile. "You know, you've been my saving grace. I can't thank you enough." Y/N chuckled, "We all need someone to lean on. I'm just glad I could be that someone for you."

Their friendship deepened, transcending the initial connection formed on that lonely Christmas night. Jungwon continued to visit the cafe, not out of a lingering sadness, but because he found solace in the warmth of y/n’s presence. The cafe, once a refuge in times of sorrow, became a symbol of newfound joy and a better Christmas for the both.

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[dionysianchub]

Fatty liver anon here. Did they say why you have it specifically? Its very rarely caused by just being fat, it's usually health issues that can also make you gain weight. If it's alcohol related that's an obvious fix (harder in practice of course), if not there are a few different routes to go down

I'm 5'6 and 240lbs (gained 70lbs so far intentionally after gaining 35lbs from pcos, learning you can't just lose pcos weight with diet and exercise, and realising just being a feeder wasnt what I needed) and while they did say it can sometimes help to lose weight it's more about the pcos which caused insulin resistance and high cholesterol (for other people it can also be from diabetes, underactive thyroid, high blood pressure etc).

As I said I take inositol for the IR but I did also make a lot of lifestyle changes. I've had improvements whilst also lowering how many simple carbs I have and eating more complex carbs and fats instead (dairy isn't great for insulin resistance so I eat so many avocados, nuts and other plant oils as well as oily fish), taking those little cholesterol drinks containing plant sterols, and upping my fibre a lot with both oat bran and psyllium husk. I swim, go on walks, lift weights, and do some of Dr la thoma's YouTube functional bodyweight workout videos+stretches (being specific cause I do rate them for fat people, shes tiny but most are about functionality and ability over athleticism— We aren't in her mind but it's adaptable and useful) for general health/wellbeing and to hopefully keep the visceral fat % and liver fat lower as I gain. I also take milk thistle tablets because some studies show it's good for repairing and protecting the liver. I can't say what specifically has helped the most but I'm keeping it all up because it's working, you'll probably end up doing some experimenting. It sounds overwhelming written out like this but it really wasn't

They said I should try weight loss as well of course but I explained "it would be bad for my mental health so tell me what you'd tell a skinny person" and they dropped it. They tell me I'm obese every time I see them of course because I'm fatter every visit but accept it's not the sole or best treatment option. If you have an ED history they can be more understanding about avoiding WL. I'm personally willing to do anything except lose weight unless I get big enough that I can then lose the 5% recommended (visceral fat goes first, or so they say, and that's around what people can reliably keep off) and still feel good about my body.

One nurse tried to say something about me being on testosterone and only stopped when she realised the gel doesn't metabolise the same way, I'm sure you know what they can be like just don't be surprised if someone decides to blame T. Trans broken arm syndrome strikes again.

Sorry this is long and very ()()()(), I hope it's helpful enough to compensate.

This is wildly helpful! My doctor hasn't even called me since testing, this is just what I've seen from the results of the ultrasound and MRI, but I do know that at the time my liver values were evaluated they did discover I had an underactive thyroid. I've been placed on a synthetic thyroid hormone for the last month or so. Hopefully that helps? I also know that prior to my diagnosis I was eating a ton of sugary foods and carbs, so I've been trying to cut those and eat a more mindful diet. I'll look into the supplements and videos you mentioned as well! Thank you so so much for all your advice!! 💜💜💜

[tempting-andromeda]

Just give me a moment

Sebastian Sallow x reader

Part 1

Pov: second person

Characters are aged up but completely sfw

Not exactly proofread :/ and written on mobile (sorry) If you have any suggestions or tips, please tell me! I'm desperate.

Description: After not talking to Sebastian for over a year, you decide to change that and realize how different you both are now.

You had a few classes with Sebastian but never talked to him, not since the 5th year. You shared small comments like an “excuse me” to get by but never conversed. Occasionally you would find yourself staring at him, wondering if a year of silence and the distance would help him grow, but you had no idea. Sebastian was a hermit now. You never saw him engaging with anyone outside of class. He would wander the halls frequently but whenever he saw you or Ominis he walked away quickly.

“Ominis, he looks miserable.” You said as you watched Sebastian duck out of the great hall.

“I know, but... I can’t forgive him as you have. He hurt me.” Ominis knew who you were talking about immediately. He wasn’t a frequent topic, but you would mention him every so often.

“Who says I have forgiven him?”

You truly wanted to forgive Sebastian, but the things he did hurt. He cared so much for Anne that he hurt you and Ominis. From an outsider’s perspective, caring for someone so much they would do anything feels right, but being one of the people they damage to get that… hurt. There were some nights you felt angry looking at him and others where you just felt pity for him. There was an overwhelming sense of guilt whenever you saw Sebastian enter the great hall and look defeated. He would grab a small plate of things and leave while only sharing a few words with the surrounding people. He had lost weight from it but didn’t seem to be malnourished, which was a relief. If you saw him grab a particularly small plate, you would try to leave him something to snack on. Sometimes you would ask a friend or Deek to give it to him without saying who it was from.

Ominis sighed as he knew you were waiting for Sebastian to walk through those doors.

“I won’t beg you to stay away from him. However, I will warn you. He could do it again.”

You knew he was right, but could admit it out loud. Once you both finished eating, you separated to walk to your classes. You had shared a station next to Garreth all year and had no complaints besides the burnt smell that lingered until you took a shower. He was fun to be around and would help you if you struggled with something. You sat down next to Garreth, who immediately greeted you cheerfully.

“Good afternoon ma’am.” He greeted with a large smile. You smiled back and sat down next to him.

“Well hello. What have you so cheerful?” you asked as he handed you your textbook.

“I think I’m close to perfecting my experiment.” His eyes lit up as he gushed about the potion he’s been desperately trying to perfect. Before you could comment, Professor Sharp tapped on the chalkboard to gather all the student’s attention.

“I’ve planned a partner project this week. You will get a random potion written on parchment and you will brew it. Make sense? Good.” said the professor sharply. Garrett watched your eyes dart to Sebastian instantly.

“I think I have this under control. Wouldn’t want to do all the work,” he said, giving you an encouraging shove without exactly saying so.

As soon as Professor Sharp mentioned partners, Sebastian placed his head on the table. He didn’t do partner work unless it was mandatory and the professor would choose his partner. A voice in the back of your head told you this was a perfect time. Wordlessly, you grabbed your bag along with your books and placed it in the space next to him. Sebastian slowly lifted his head to see who he was partnered with and let out a shaky breath as he saw you. His expression was full of panic as he looked around the classroom as if it was a prank. His mouth hung open, and he blinked rapidly.

“Ah (Y/L/N) and Sallow, a duo I haven’t seen in a while. Here is your potion.” Professor Sharp said, placing a folded paper in front of them. He raised his eyebrows slightly at you and continued to pass out the papers to other students.

Sebastian mumbled incoherently for a few seconds before deciding to stay silent.

You had no idea what to say. Should you apologize or just pretend nothing happened? Anxiety started to seep through your thoughts, but you grabbed the parchment.

“Amortentia... he must’ve known he was giving us the most difficult one,” you mumbled, trying to break the tension.

“What are you doing?” he asked. There was a look of fear present in his eyes. You knew it was unusual to do this and he would’ve reacted as if the last year never happened, but there was a chance you had to take it you wouldn’t have taken it.

“I think I missed you, and this is my way of showing you,” you whispered back. His face flushed bright red, and he quickly looked at the cauldron in front of the both of you.

[wanderessblue]

The Slytherin Party

Sebastian Sallow x Ominis Gaunt

Part 1 - Ominis

Tags: aged up characters (18+), fluff, first kiss, awkward moments (?), drunkennes, best friends to lovers

AN: English is not my native language and I never wrote anything before so please have mercy on me :)

For the entire course of his life, Ominis had preferred quiet and uncrowded places because they gave him calm and serenity. Being born blind had led him to sharpen his hearing and therefore chaotic places made him uncomfortable.

That evening a party was going to be held in the Slytherin common room following their victory after the Quidditch match against the Hufflepuffs. Everyone seemed super fascinated by the idea, everyone except Ominis. But Sebastian could be really persistent when needed and had managed, after several attempts, to convince Ominis to participate.

Ominis and Sebastian had been best friends for more than five years and there wasn't a moment they didn't spend together, except when Sebastian was obsessed with some stupid research and, on those occasions, he spent hours upon hours in the library studying. Ominis would have preferred anything over studying, but deep down he was happy to have someone who could help him with his homework.

That evening after dinner Ominis headed towards the dormitory to prepare himself, thinking he would be accompanied by Sebastian, who had instead muttered "see you at the party, I need to talk to Weasley". Ominis hadn't asked too many questions even though his friend's revelation had seemed rather strange to him. What was he supposed to ask Weasley? Surely something about a task, but what was the point of worrying about a stupid task on the night the Slytherins had organized a party? Even so, he hadn't given it too much thought; he knew him and he knew there was always something on his mind.

When Ominis entered the common room about an hour later, he mentally cursed himself for having been persuaded. The music was far too loud for his liking and the students, who had taken part in the party, were doing nothing but shouting to converse with each other.

He let his wand wander off in search of Sebastian, whom he found shortly afterwards talking about Quidditch with Imelda Reyes. His friend, despite being part of the team, had not played in the last game because he was in detention after several attempts of sneaking into the restricted section of the library. Madame Kogawa had been very angry with Mr. Black because she knew Sebastian was one of the best players on the team, but she bit her tongue to avoid retorting. She knew Black and she also knew that if she had insisted too much he would have suspended the whole game, that man could be quite obnoxious at times.

"Gaunt. You finally came," Imelda greeted him with a little smile.

"Bet he can't stay an evening away from me" Sebastian laughed as he lifted an arm and put it around his friend's neck, shifting his weight on him.

"Oh shut up! You would have cried if I hadn't come" Ominis replied sighing. Lately he had noticed a strange behaviour in his best friend. Almost as if he was flirting with him. Sometimes he had even caught him staring, and although it made him uncomfortable, it also gave him inexplicable pleasure. He liked getting more attention after all, but he wasn't used to it and what the hell did he know about it anyway? He certainly could not be said to have had much experience in that field. But Sebastian was good at telling the details of his relationships and sometimes Ominis even felt like he was there with him because of his super-detailed descriptions of the intimate moments he spent with some girl. Of course Sebastian had never had much experience either, but he certainly knew more than Ominis.

Ominis was surprised when he realised that an hour had already passed since the party had started and he was strangely enjoying himself. He had talked to a few people and even danced to the beat of the music. Of course the party would have been much more fun if their professors had given them permission to drink alcohol. But no one had complained too much because it was good enough that they had managed to organise the evening.

Ominis felt his arm tugged and felt the grip tighten around his biceps. When he turned around he recognised MC's voice asking him to dance together, whereupon he smiled and held out his hand. MC, Ominis and Sebastian had bonded from the moment she had started to attend Hogwarts the previous year. She had become almost like a sister to the two of them, although sometimes Ominis was convinced that there was something more between her and Sebastian. When he had had the chance, he had tried to ask him about it, but Sebastian had always denied everything.

After a few minutes MC spoke: "I thought this evening would be more boring. Instead it's not so bad. I can say I'm almost enjoying myself." After a short pause she continued with "do you happen to know where Sebastian is? I was looking for him earlier, but I can't see him anywhere."

"He must be somewhere with someone" replied the boy without thinking too much. It was quite usual for Sebastian to disappear with some girl to do who knows what. MC had once sworn that she had even seen him with a boy, although in the end Sebastian had denied everything.

"Mmmh, I saw him leaving alone about thirty minutes ago and then he hasn't came back yet."

Ominis narrowed his eyes and furrowed his brows as he continued dancing with MC for a few more minutes. When MC pulled away from Ominis and blew him a kiss on the cheek, as her usual way to greet him, he decided to leave the hall to get some air and give his poor eardrums a rest. Some students must have had the same idea as he did, as the corridors leading to the entrance of the common room were also quite crowded. He therefore decided to move a little further away and headed towards the nearest exit.

Once outside, he sat down with his back against the castle wall and stopped to listen to the stillness that reigned that evening. All he could hear was the sound of the wind rustling against the trees. He knew he could not be outside the castle at that time of the night, but he also knew that no one would notice he was missing or come looking for him.

When after five minutes he decided to get up to go back inside, he heard a voice muttering incomprehensible words a little further away from him. He therefore decided to get closer and recognised the voice as Sebastian muttering something about... constellations?

"Seb, is that you?" He asked timidly.

"Ominisss, I was looking for youuu" he replied euphorically dragging the end of the last word.

"Who were you talking to? Are you alone or is there someone with you? And in what way were you looking for me?" The blond guy approached.

"Woahh, so many questions... Wait I'll get up" There was something strange in the way his voice sounded. It was like he was... drunk?

"Are you alright? What are you doing?" Ominis asked curiously.

"I'm trying to get up, isn't it obvious? Can't you see?"

"Not really. Wait I'll give you a hand. What did you drink anyway? How can you be drunk at a party without alcohol?" He asked after helping him up. Sebastian had almost completely abandoned his weight on his friend's body, clearly unable to support himself.

"I'm not drunk. You are!" He replied, pointing a finger at his friend's chest.

"Okay... Maybe I should walk you inside."

"NO! Wait. Wait." Sebastian screamed taking Ominis' face in his hands and bringing his face closer to his own. Ominis felt his friend's breath on his face and swallowed embarrassed. Then he continued "You're really beautiful Ominis, you know that? Has anyone ever told you that?"

"Seb, what are you doing?" He asked clearly uncomfortable. Their faces were extremely close and Ominis began to feel his hands sweat.

"I mean, I've dated a few people but I've never seen anyone as pretty as you. That's quite a gift, you know? You are so handsome I want to kiss you. Can I kiss you?" The words came out in bursts and it was hard to keep up with them, partly because many came out incomplete.

"Sebastian stop it, get your hands off my face. Tell me what did you took that made you this high?".

"I don't know, ask Weasley. Can we kiss now?"

"Weasley? What does Weasley have to do with this?"

"I'll tell you only if you promise me we'll kiss after it."

"Sebastian you clearly don't know what you're saying. We'd better go back inside."

"NO. If you don't kiss me I'm going to scream." After he said this, he began to scream very loudly. Ominis opened his eyes wide and put a hand over his friend's mouth in order to shut him up.

"Are you crazy or what?" He asked alarmed. If any of the prefects had heard them, they would be in a lot of trouble.

"You know the saying, forearmed is forewarned."

"It's forewarned is forearmed. Anyway, we'd better go before someone sees us."

Ominis tried to wriggle out of his friend's grasp, but Sebastian was quicker and pulled him closer, pressing his lips to his own in a quick kiss. Ominis pulled away immediately amazed by his friend's action and brought his fingers to his mouth as if to ascertain that what had just happened was real. Sebastian moved even closer to his friend again, but this time he placed his lips in a more delicate way, moving them gently. That kiss was longer than the previous one and even though it did not involve the tongue, it was enough to generate a shiver that ran through Ominis' entire body. When the blond boy detached himself from his friend's grasp he remained silent for a few seconds and Sebastian did not miss the opportunity to comment with "that was great, just like you are. I mean, can you hear my heart? It is beating so fast, I might have a heart attack."

"Sebastian please, we'd better go back in. You don't know what you are doing or saying right now" insisted Ominis still shocked by what had happened. He could feel his heart jumping as well, but he would have never admit it.

"I know why you want to go back in Ominis. I didn't take you for a guy who have sex on a first date."

"For Merlin' beard Sebastian! What are you talking about? Sex? I have no intention of having sex. I just want to come back in and take you to bed because you're clearly not yourself."

"Take me to bed! That's what I said! I've always wanted to try sex with a man and doing it with you has been my lifelong erotic dream." The situation was becoming awkward for Ominis, even though there was something inside him that almost turned him on. It was hard to admit it, but he was curious to know how the evening would end.

"Oh my God, can it get any worse than this?" Ominis complained aloud.

"You mean better than this. If that's what you want though, that's fine. Let's sleep together!"

"Whatever you want as long as you move and head towards the dormitory" Ominis sighed exhaustedly taking Sebastian under his arm.

On their way towards the dorms, they heard a voice shouted behind them: "Ominis! Sebastian! There you are, I've been looking for you. Where were you?"

"MC!!!" Shouted Sebastian full of joy when he saw her and jumped on her, making her stagger. He wasn't exactly a featherweight after all.

"Seb, hi!" Replied the girl a little perplexed. "What are you guys doing? Are you already going to sleep?"

"Let's just say it's not a good day. Sebastian is a bit drunk and tedious at the moment" Ominis replied, throwing a fiery glance towards his friend who was standing there with a smile on his face as he stared at MC.

"What?! You weren't complaining when i kissed you before!" he shouted making Omins blushing from head to toe.

"What do you mean drunk? There's alcohol at the party and I'm just finding out now?" MC asked.

"That's the fun part. I have no idea what he drank to get like that. He muttered something about Weasley earlier, but I don't know what he meant."

"Oh no. Tell me he didn't drink Garreth's potion" MC asked worriedly.

"Garreth's what?" Asked the blond boy in a puzzled way.

"Exactly!!! That's what I drank Ominis!" Shouted Sebastian elatedly.

The two turned in their friend's direction and then sighed in unison, before MC continued by saying "come on Ominis I'll give you a hand getting him to bed".

"MC and Ominis together in my bed tonight! This evening couldn't get any better."

On the way to their room, MC explained to Ominis that Garreth had been working lately on a distillate that gave the same effect as a hangover. He had bought the recipe from J. Pippin's Potions a few months earlier, but Weasley had allowed himself to make some modifications to enhance its effects.

When they arrived in the room that the two boys shared, Sebastian began to hastily undress until he was completely naked in front of Ominis and MC who let out a scream and covered her eyes.

"Don't tell me he took all of his clothes off" Ominis asked now exhausted by the situation.

"That's right. Sebastian, darling, would you kindly at least put your underwear back on? You need to rest now. I'll go get you some water" MC left the room with one hand still over her eyes. Ominis meanwhile was trying to keep his composure and walked over to his friend's bed to convince him to get dressed.

"I thought we were all going to make love together" Sebastian said grimly.

"Okay. I'm going to tell you one more time. No one is going to have sex tonight. Now you get dressed and go to sleep." Ominis replied after a long sigh.

Sebastian furrowed his brow and stuck out his lower lip. He put his underwear back on and: "Alright. But I'll only go to sleep if you promise me we'll have lots of sex tomorrow."

Ominis sighed even louder and before he could reply, MC entered the room again with a glass of water which she placed in Sebastian's hands. She then asked Ominis if he needed anything else and at his friend's negative answer, she greeted them both with a kiss on their forehead and disappeared towards the party that would have been over in a few moments.

"So? Do you promise?" He asked impatiently.

"Alright Sebastian, we'll have lots of sex tomorrow," he replied exhausted.

Sebastian smiled smugly at the answer and added "however I only wanted to make love with you Ominis. Not with MC. But only with you." With that he slipped under the covers and murmured a "Goodnight Omi" before falling into a deep sleep.

Ominis did not sleep much that night. His mind was still fixed on the moment when Sebastian had kissed him. It had been both a strange and a pleasant feeling. Although he found it hard to admit it. He had always been convinced that he was attracted to girls, but when his friend had pressed his lips to his own the second time he could swear he had felt his heart quicken. It wasn't a feeling he was used to and he couldn't give it a name, but he couldn't stop thinking about what it would have been like to kiss him a third, fourth or fifth time. That experience had left him with some doubts and even a little of sadness at the thought that if his friend had not drunk that potion, it probably would never have happened. Did that mean that Sebastian wasn't really interested in him? That he would have kissed whoever was standing in front of him at that moment?

There were too many questions in his mind and he felt helpless because he knew he would have probably never received an answer. The next day Sebastian would have woken up and remembered nothing, or worse, he would have pretended nothing had happened. Ominis could not stand it, he needed to know, he needed to know what Sebastian thought about him.

That night Ominis did not sleep at all.

Part 2 - Sebastian

[dove00]

Running (Only Gets You So Far)

(Hi! Been a while but here’s another Bad Things Happen Bingo from @badthingshappenbingo ! This finishes Hostage Video

Warnings: hostage video, kidnapping, near death experience

Stay safe and enjoy!

Summary: The five Teen Titans are taken and put in a containment cell. Their mentors and the rest of the Justice League save them, but one of the Titans takes it the hardest.

All of his friends around him are starting to breathe slower. Wally is used to doing everything faster but he never wanted to be faster than them at breathing.

He nudged Roy, who was closest to him. “Hey, man. You have to stay awake.”

Roy barely moved but said softly, “I’m sorry.”

“Shut up.” Wally said with no heat. “Apologize when we’re not in some trap used to get the League here.”

“Never say I didn’t try.” Roy joked because truly only Roy Harper could try and make someone smile as he slowly—

“Shut up.” Wally said again.

Roy tried to sit up a little. “Where’s Dick?”

Dick sounded out of breath. “Here.” Donna moves them closer to Wally, Roy, and Garth.

“We tried everything.” Garth said.

“The League will come.” Dick said. “I heard the guy make a call. Wally, I never heard Barry swear so much.”

Wally snorted but it turned into a cough. “He’s protective.”

“Yeah…” Donna trailed. “Do you guys know I love you?”

“Love you, too.” Dick said, like it was as easy as breathing. “But sorry to break it to you. We won’t be dying here.”

Wally sometimes hates his powers. His body is dying and healing at the same time but he knows even he will have to lose this battle. He just doesn’t know why his friends have to die, too.

They sit in silence for another 30 minutes. Then, Dick sighed. “Do you think people will miss us?”

Wally wants to say: Totally. All the ladies will be in mourning.

What he does say is: “I’ll miss you all.”

“Yeah.” Roy agreed. “Plus, I’ll haunt Bruce if he tries to say he doesn’t miss you.”

Dick chuckled and then fell silent.

Aunt Iris, Wally thinks as his mind starts to fade, I love you and I’m sorry.

_________

After the call, Bruce has the video on repeat and Barry is wondering how he can stomach it.

“I want my brother freed from prison or the Teen Titans are dead.”

This is gonna haunt Barry but he powered through for Wally and the others. He’s a CSI. He knows how to look for evidence. Speed helps, too.

“I wonder how long your beloved sidekicks will last.”

Except when he can’t find the guy. The guy is smirking and then a quiet boom that Bruce has decided is not a gun but can’t think of anything else it could be. Maybe…

Barry paused the video. Before Bruce could open his mouth to say who knows what, Barry points at the abandoned warehouse roof. There’s a hole in it and the tiniest hints of a firework could be seen.

“It’s a firework.” There’s no holiday that has fireworks right now.

“Gotham has a parade.” Bruce said and Barry looked back at the screen. “It’s still going on.” He tells the parade route and Barry runs as Bruce goes to inform the others.

Please, he begs…to who knows. He just begs. Let him be on time.

Wally won’t wake up. They got everyone out and breathing. Wally should be waking up. His speed healing should’ve made him the first to wake up.

The others had to be stopped from hurting themselves to go check on Wally.

Jay comes into the room and Iris gives him a hug.

“I think it may be the fact that his powers were in use the whole time.”

“You should get some sleep.” Barry told Iris.

“So should you, but we both know you won’t.”

Wally started to groan and then sat up quickly. “Guys!”

Barry and Iris were on either side of him.

Iris told him, “All safe and all worried about you.”

“Oh.” Wally said and then smiled at them.

Barry and Iris felt a weight lift off them as he hugged them. Jay smiled at them.

Family.

[alicedrawslesmis]

I hope my presence here hasn't been just me complaining, cause I haven't dedicated myself to art in a while lol I am Burned Out... I don't like being a negative presence

in the Positivistic sense not in the new age sense? you know? not pretending to be happy when things are bad, I want my presence to be pulsating with life even if I'm sad or angry or numb. I try not to fall into negation. Most millennial humor I grew up with is this kinda ironic 'haha I'm so depressed 🤪' thing I just don't vibe with at all. I like feeling all my feelings. If I'm depressed and numb to it all then good, lets explore that. If I'm lost and aimless then good, let's be aimless and see where this can lead me to. I want to feel the full breadth of human experience and not live life negating it. I want to reflect on what I'm doing I want to create new things! Work with the world and not despite it

but unfortunately cause I'm totally lost at sea rn this means my posts are lacking and so the internet "persona" ends up being only someone who complains. That's not where I'm at. I don't even know if this makes sense to other people who can't see my brain, am I even making sense. Anyway

I am experimenting with a lot of things art-wise to get my groove on. I've bean reading a bunch. I've been lifting weights which is turns out is super fun and I should've started ages ago. Like I didn't believe the gym could be fun, I thought people were just faking it but it turns out like. It's just self expression like any other activity. And I love to see number go up. And I love making that face you do when you're lifting heavy weights you know the one? And grunting. It's very freeing to just be able to do that. Like all my life I've been bogged down by thinking the gym is for assholes and that I should try to do the Normal Sports that I honestly fucking hate. I hate ball sports. I don't understand swimming as a sport you're trapped doing laps in that freaking pool it's the most boring sport of all time. Sure I liked thinking about nothing and swimming but laps in a pool?? Devil invention. Running is kinda the same although you can run interesting places and aren't trapped in a blue rectangle. Just do the sport you actually want to do. Go to a fight club idk. Learn to kickbox. Punch some stuff. Do push ups, I love doing push ups.

What else? I've been walking my dog for 2hours every day late in the afternoon and getting to hang with his friends at the dog park. He isn't very friendly but he's also not aggressive so it's mostly chill. He's made a friend named Draco Malfoy (she made sure to tell me it was her kid daughter's idea) and everyone calls my dog Sirius Black cause he's got black fur and is, and this is the technical term, giant. Kind of annoying that Harry Potter is still the main thing people go to to describe him. Except for one security guard who I thought was gonna say he looks like Sirius but then said he looks like Sam from Twilight. This was an awesome day

I've been trying to sew and mend my clothes. I replaced the buckle in my bag cause it was broken and I feel kind of amazing about it.

I've been writing some stuff. All unfinished yet. I want to see if I can finish the short story I've been trying to work on besides the Les Mis scripts. I have trouble finishing things I write, which is a problem that, if AO3 is any indication, is probably the world's most common roadblock in writing.

Went to the satanic themed goth club on good friday, that was so fun. We had a blast. Place was PACKED. All goths have the same sense of humor.

I guess that's it for life stuff. I do feel kinda bad that I can't get myself to make fanart right now. I'm just having thoughts on the nature of art and of fanart and the impact of it on the world as a whole. And particularly thoughts on social media and the internet and what it even *is*. What is it for? We really need to work that out.

[lunawritesaa]

Idk if i sent it bc my internet kinda died lol.

So uh can i please request Phoenix; Miles and Kristoph with a judge S/O who was at all their trials when they were the accused. Tysm in advance!!! <3

hey hey hey inu anon! thank you for requesting some characters from the trilogy + ajaa era! i've been dying to write for them after replaying the trilogy

for the sake of these hcs, we are ignoring conflict of interest <3

spoilers for 4-1!

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-> phoenix wright

nick is so thankful that you are the judge on some of his trials. it's very rare, but he is always grateful for it.

you're definitely a little more.. competent than other judges. and more unbiased. he appreciates that you actually listen to both sides thoughts before delivering a verdict.

most of his cases are run by judges who jump ship so quickly. he likes that you keep a neutral stance, ensuring a fair trial.

it never gets easier, seeing phoenix in the defendant's seat. after the trial against redd white you honestly never hoped to see him there again after that.

it's hard to see him be accused of a crime that you know he didn't commit, but because of your job you tried to keep a neutral stance.

you never doubted that he didn’t commit it. still, it puts you more at ease when he gets declared innocent.

what he’s not free of, though, is a quick scolding from you! he needs to keep himself out of trouble more so you don’t have to worry about him constantly being wrongfully accused of crimes.

-> miles edgeworth

miles always feels like he's surrounded by idiots in his job. having someone he can trust presiding over his cases always puts him at ease.

unlike a lot of other people, you actually form logical and reasonable conclusions. he is infinitely thankful for your morals when it comes to being a judge.

finding the truth is the most important thing in trials. he’s glad that you follow these ideals when presiding over a case.

seeing him be accused of murder was one of the hardest things you ever had to deal with. especially because you know him. better than anyone.

you know he wouldn’t commit murder; still, your experience with the job makes you see both sides and.. the evidence is damning.

a weight is lifted from your chest when phoenix does get a ‘not guilty’ verdict.

you always believed he was innocent, but actually securing that verdict makes you rest easy.

-> kristoph gavin

kristoph is a perfectionist. he strives for a 'not guilty' verdict and isn't opposed to using underhand means to get there.

i hate to say it, but he definitely uses your judge status to his advantage. he won't overly manipulate you as he does love you, but he will use it in his favor at times.

despite that, he does think you are an excellent judge. he admires the way you run your trials, and knows that you will come to a trustful conclusion.

he tends to speak very highly of you to others, too. whenever a coworker of his mentions that you’re the judge on the case, he will tell them that the case is in good hands with you.

it goes without saying that it hurts to hear all the accusations against him at phoenix’s trial. you know that you need to be unbiased in these cases, but it isn’t easy.

and when the conclusion is the fact that he was guilty of a crime, you’re devestated. you trusted him, how could he do something like this?

he catches your eye as the trial ends and your heart breaks even more.

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[password-door-lock]

Mystictober Day 27-- Danger

Content warning: manipulation

You make a break for it by the light of the moon. Getting out of the building is easier than you thought it would be— none of the strange people that you pass seem to pay you any attention, and if they do look in your direction, they don't stop to talk. You haven't been enjoying the game you're testing, and the awkward, cloaked company employees have been giving you the chills since your first day here. Ray seems very nice, but something about this place just rubs you the wrong way. 

As soon as you step outside, you are absolutely certain of your decision— the fresh air hits your face, and it’s like a weight has lifted from your shoulders. You have no idea where this place actually is, considering you came here with a blindfold on, but you figure that if you wander far enough away, eventually you'll come to some kind of road, where you'll find people willing to direct you to the nearest town. That, or you can walk until you have cell service, then use your phone to contact someone who'll be willing to help— maybe you’ll be able to get in touch with a coworker or a friend, even at such a late hour. All you really know is that everything is not as it seems at this game design company, and you are eager to put the entire experience behind you.

As you pass through the garden, your confidence grows— you might get away with this after all. Well, of course you'll get away with it— it's not like you're being held against your will or anything. Ray will understand if you want to seek other opportunities elsewhere, right? What's he gonna do, try and keep you here? Track you down, drag you back, and lock you in your room? No, Ray would never do something like—

You cut yourself off inside your head, pausing to listen to the distinct sound of approaching footsteps. There is no mistaking them— you have been pursued. Why have you been pursued? Surely the employees would be too busy working on their game to bother with the likes of you. You whip around, not sure what to expect, and come face-to-face with Ray. You breathe a sigh of relief— he’ll understand as soon as you explain what’s going on, and then you can be on your way. “MC,” he breathes, rushing over to you. “My prince(ss). There you are. When I came to your room and you weren't there, I thought...”

“Ray,” you bite your lip, avoiding his eyes. You trust Ray to respect your decision to leave, but you still feel bad about disappointing him. When you first arrived at Magenta, he mentioned that if you’d refused to test the game, they would have had to delay its release; by leaving, you’re only making more work for him, not to mention for whoever he selects to test the game once you’re gone.  “I... I've really enjoyed spending time with you. I think you're a great guy, but I have to—”

“MC?” You don't need to look at him to see that he's getting choked up. “You're not trying to leave me, are you?” There’s a note in Ray’s voice that you can’t quite place, something raw and almost feral. All of a sudden, you’re not sure how well you know him, after all. 

“It's not you, it's just…” You try to think of a good way to phrase your complaints. It's not easy; you get the feeling that Ray will take your criticism to heart no matter what you tell him. But he's a reasonable person, right? He'll understand eventually. All you have to do is get through to him, and then you'll be free to go. Maybe he can help you— he was the one who got you transportation here, right? So once you tell him that you're getting creeped out, maybe he can help you leave. He did tell you that he only wants you to be happy, so surely, he would let you go if you were unhappy, right? “I'm feeling a little bit smothered here. and I think... I want to get back to my life. We could keep in touch, of course, but... would you mind calling that car again?”

Now you look up, expecting Ray's warm smile. That is not what you receive. There's a look in his eyes that you've never seen before, though it doesn’t align at all with the strange new quality in his voice. He is looking at you with pure, unadulterated pity. “You don't know what you're saying,” he reaches out, caressing your face with a single gloved finger. For a moment, you wonder if he might be right— after all, you hardly know anything about this place. You don’t exactly have enough information to make an educated decision. “Those liars must have poisoned your mind while I was distracted with my task.” No. You need to get out of here. 

“Ray,” you breathe, trying to remain calm. You know him, right? He's never been anything but nice to you. Surely you must be misunderstanding his intentions. “Could you please give me a ride home?”

“You're already home, my MC,” Ray assures you, pulling you into a gentle embrace. “Let's get you back to your room.” His words are benign enough, but his tone suggests that he has no intention of entertaining any arguments from you. 

“Ray, please.” The alarm bells are ringing in your head. Why doesn't he understand? “Please let me leave this place. I’m not happy— you said you wanted me to be happy, right? So—” 

He places a finger over your lips, effectively shushing your complaints. “Shh, it’s alright, prince(ss). You don’t really think you’d be happy out there, do you? Don’t you remember what it was like before you came here?” 

“I—” You stammer. “But—” 

“I’ll make you happy,” Ray assures you, steering you back in the direction of the castle. “Trust me, my MC. Have I ever lied to you before?” 

It would be so easy to squirm out of his grip. You could make a break for it, and you doubt Ray could catch you, not operating on as little sleep as he is. You could run through the wilderness surrounding Magenta, hike up and down a couple mountains, and leave him here forever. That would certainly be the smart thing to do in a situation like this— after all, Ray is blatantly disrespecting your wish to be free of this place. But you don’t have the guts to walk out on him like that. After all, you trust him don’t you? Don’t you?

“Everything is going to be alright,” Ray fills your mind with pleasantries, and before you know it, you’re back at the door to the castle. “You don’t really want to walk outside in the cold, do you? I’ll take you back to your room and bring you some hot chocolate, okay, my prince(ss)?” 

Hot chocolate does sound nice, you decide— certainly better than fumbling around in the dark for a road that will take you who-knows-where. At least when you’re with Ray, you know that you’ll be taken care of. “Okay,” you breathe, returning to Magenta of your own volition as Ray holds the door for you. 

[a-kookie-with-my-tae]

Befallen: Chapter 2

Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x Music Producer!Reader

Genre: Fluff??

Word Count: 2.7K

Warnings: Jimin is that annoying best friend, Y'N is in denial, all the drama just because

A/N: I'm so sorry this was out late! My computer died on me and it set me back a bit. So, that being said, this next chapter is gonna be a couple days late as well. I'm gonna try my best to get back on track as quickly as possible. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy it!

Masterlist

Effervescent: Lively, full of energy, bubbly.

The smile Jimin dawns hasn't left his face since we left the studio a few hours ago. Joy so obviously adorning his soft features. Although he wears a mask it's easy to tell, his eyes squinting so much it makes me wonder how he sees the sidewalk in front of us. It feels as if a insurmountable weight has lifted from my shoulders as I pull my mask down to my chin, taking a sip of my tea and chewing lightly on some of the tapioca pearls that come through the straw. Jimin and I's boba tea are similar yet so different, just like our personalities. While we both went for cold milk tea with no ice, mine was banana with tapioca pearls while his was coconut with aloe jellies. A weird combination on his part, but aloe apparently has healing properties and he's all about that. I'm not the one that has to drink it - except the one time he made me try it and I made him vow to never again make me taste his drinks after that experience - so I don't pay mind to it. 

He hasn't stopped gushing about the song that I showed him, ultimately claiming it as his own and running through ideas for it at a mile a minute. I didn't even know he could talk that fast. He's so enthused and focused on his ideas that he hasn't even touched his drink since we left the cafe, which is unheard of when it comes to him. Usually he gulps that thing down in the first couple minutes of having it, then complains when he has nothing left to drink and ultimately goes back to get another one. I smile to myself at him, butterflies fluttering through my chest in a much different way than they were earlier.  I'm nervous, but at the same time, the excitement at the prospect is greater.

Ideas for it flow through my own mind as we walk, the suggestion from Jungkook on the front of it, distracting me from my own. 

It's not a bad idea. Especially with Jimin's soft vocals, it would pair nicely. It would sure be a lot different from what he has put out in the past, but the boy likes to change up his vocal style like its a sport. No two songs of his have ever sounded alike, and this would fit in with that theme. 

He goes on about how he's torn between themes, whether he wants to talk about the the fear of stardom or the fear of losing someone. Either way, he wants it to be a meaningful message. I focus on the two themes, running through different sets of lyrics to see which one would fit better, but I'm also at a loss.

"Ugh, this is so hard!" Jimin throws his hands up in the air in exasperation, grabbing the attention of a few of the other people in the street at the dramatic display. "I don't know how to decide..."

"Maybe you should ask one of the other members?" I suggest, knowing that a few of his hyungs have production experience and have produced a few albums on their own already.

"No, this has to be something I decide on my own." Jimin says with determination permeating his features. He slows his walk and I see him starting to get in his own head. He tends to do that a lot, overthink. Jimin, although one of the most talented and hard-working individuals I know, is somewhat of a walking contradiction. He exudes confidence in everything he does, but at the same time is more self-conscious than anything. He doesn't like to show it, but he's harder on himself than anyone else could possibly be. Always overthinking every move he makes, a perfectionist at heart. Especially when it comes to himself. 

"You know, there's nothing wrong with asking for help." I try to reason with him, attempting to break him from the inevitable spiral that will happen if he is left to his thoughts.  "After all, aren't I helping you with it?"

He pauses for a moment to think, his eyebrows creasing. We walk in silence for a few seconds before he speaks softly, but each syllable is coated with conviction.

"That's different..." he starts, "we are making this together. If I ask them... it just proves that I can't do it on my own."

Jimin avoids my eyes as says this, his competitive nature showing through. He always wants to be the best version of himself that he can be, sometimes near destroying himself in the process. I want to argue, say that it's not a weakness to rely on others to help. But I don't, knowing full and well that it wouldn't change his mind. He's very stubborn when it comes to this, so I don't push it. I think for a moment before an idea pops in my head.

"Well... why don't you just do both?"

He looks at me, puzzled. "How would that work?"

"Didn't you say you were thinking about putting out an English version as well for your international fans?" 

He raises an eyebrow at me skeptically. "Yes...?"

He trails off, waiting for me to continue.

"Just make the English version one theme, and the Korean version the other."

His eyes widen in realization. "Oh my God, yes! That's perfect! I have so many ideas... we have to go back to the studio!" 

He grabs my arms and faces me toward him, almost shaking me with his excitement. 

I smile and laugh lightly, happy that he's so enthralled at the idea. 

"How about we go back tomorrow? It's already 9PM and you have an early practice tomorrow. We can work on it first thing after you're done, I promise." I stick my pinky finger out at him, smiling softly. Pinky promises are pretty much sacred between the two of us, so offering it eases pretty much any skepticism that he might've had.

"Ugh... fine." He says dramatically with a roll of his eyes, knowing he wouldn't win this argument as he intertwines his tiny pinky with mine. "Sleep is unnecessary anyway... but whatever."

I shake my head at him before starting to walk back toward the company building. After stopping at the cafe down the street, we decided to walk a little bit before heading back. The fresh air was refreshing after spending all day couped up in the studio. 

"Did you want a ride home?" I ask as we near the parking lot, digging in my cross-body purse for my keys. 

"No, thanks." He says before dawning a teasing smile. He pauses for dramatic affect before continuing. "Kook is actually giving me a ride home."

My face instantly flushes at his words, the moment from earlier coming to the forefront of my mind. The smirk on Jimin's face widens at the sight of my red cheeks.

"So... what happened earlier before I came in? You guys seemed... close." He teases. 

I purse my lips at him. "Nothing! He just barged in randomly when I was working. I don't even know why. He just starting talking and messing with my track." I try my best to fake annoyance at it, but Jimin sees right through it. 

"Yeah... sure." 

We arrive at my car and he leans against the passenger door as I put my bag in the back seat. 

"You look awfully flushed for someone who is acting all annoyed." He pushes.

"Whatever." I say with a roll of my eyes, heart beating ever so slightly faster. I've never been the best liar, especially around Jimin. He always seems to know what I'm thinking, able to read my face like a book no matter how hard I try to mask it. 

"You know... I could totally ask him what happened. I'm sure he'd tell me."

I wonder if he felt it, too...

I quickly shake the thought out of my head before shutting the door to my car in finality. 

"Do what you want, but nothing happened." I state firmly. 

"Fine, I won't ask. But I know that something happened between you two. You could cut the tension in that room with a knife." He glances to the side at me before continuing. "But just so you know... Jungkook is different. When he likes someone, he doesn't mess around. And that boy is more stubborn than me, he always gets what he wants. So if that's you..."

"Then, he should prepare for disappointment. You know how I feel about all that... and I don't think we will have to worry about it. There's no way Jungkook feels something for me, we met for like 2 minutes. You can't like someone that fast." I shrug off Jimin's words. The man we speak of is basically untouchable. Unreachable by my mere human hands. He's like a god, an Adonis, and the fact that Jimin thinks even remotely that a man like that could have any sort of feelings for me makes me wish insane asylums still existed, because this boy really needs to be checked in. 

"I don't know..." Jimin trails off before looking off to the side. He leans up and off of my car before zeroing his eyes in on it. He stares for a moment before smirking, the twitch of his mouth as quick as lightning before the stoic expression resumes on his features. "I've never even seen him really talk to a girl, even our stylists. So the fact that he was comfortable talking to you and standing so close...."

He turns back toward me. "Not to mention he looked mighty jealous when he found out we knew each other."

"No he didn't." I roll my eyes, yet again brushing off the words of the insane man next to me. My mind is made up. Even if the very unlikely scenario that he proposes is true, it wouldn't matter. I don't care how great of a guy Jimin says he is, at the end of the day all men are the same. If you let yourself fall in love, you'll only get hurt. It may not be about sex, or love, or money. But some way some how, it'll happen. I'm done with setting myself up for disappointment. I'm tired. So, I continue on after a moment, indifference coating my every syllable as I try and fail to fool Jimin into believing my facade. "He was just surprised you knew me. It makes sense, since I've never worked with you guys before."

He sighs deeply before his shoulders drop in acquiesce. I avoid making eye contact with him. I know that if I do, he'll be able to read all the bullshit I'm spewing and I'm not quite ready to admit that to myself. I don't know if I'll ever be. "I'm just saying. Don't close yourself off to the idea. I know how you feel about... well... boys in general. But he's different. Just... think about it." He turns to give me a hug. 

"Anyway, JK has been standing over there glaring at me for a few minutes, so I better go." He says with a laugh, causing me to shoot my eyes in the direction he was focusing on earlier.

Jungkook looks even more handsome that I remember, even though the interaction was only a few hours ago. He's leaning against his car confidently, arms crossed as he pins the man standing next to me. If looks could kill, Jimin assuredly would've melted to the ground. He nibbles on his full bottom lip as his brows furrow together, a crease forming in between them. His dimples show from how flexed his jaw is, the corners of which look as if they could cut me if I dragged my fingers across it. Something swims in those orbs that I can't quite place, and I don't wish to find out either .

Jimin's earlier words flash through my head, but I try to pay no mind to them. Jungkook can't have feelings for me, it's impossible. Saying he's out of my league is a vast understatement. It's more like he's on a different planet altogether. I can never let myself feel anything for him, no matter what the stupid organ in my chest is trying to tell me as it beats harder at the sight of him. If I let go... If I let myself fall for him... It would only cause me pain. I've had enough of that for one lifetime. I won't set myself up for disappointment yet again. 

His eyes meet mine from across the parking lot, and time seems to pause its existence. They seem to soften at the sight of me, his cheeks gaining a slight flush from the eye contact. I know mine don't fare much better. He uncrosses his arms before adjusting himself against his car, putting his hands in the pockets of the hoodie he now wears before glancing momentarily toward the ground awkwardly. I smile lifts in the corner of my mouth at the sight, endearing as it is. He brings one hand up to wave shyly as his eyes meet mine again. I almost forget to return the gesture as I get lost in his ethereal gaze. 

"I'll see you tomorrow, first thing after practice. Do you want to hit the dance studio after?"

Jimin's voice thankfully snaps me out of my daze. The knowing smirk on his face makes me groan internally. I already know that I'm in for it in the morning, there's no avoiding it. There's no playing indifference either after the display of awkward teenage tension that he just witnessed. There's no ignoring it either. Fuck.

"Won't you be tired? You're gonna be dancing all morning." The idea of stretching my limbs again is a welcome one. The dance studio used to be a place in which I'd frequent. But, lately, life has been so chaotic that I haven't had the chance to go. 

"Dancing with them is... different. Ballet is more of a release. I mean, you know what I'm talking about. And I think both of us are in need of some of that classical R and R." He kicks his leg out in a tendu dramatically, as if to further punctuate his words. 

"Yeah, that sounds good." I say with a smile at my best friend, happy that he's not pushing the subject of the man across the parking lot.

Even though he's over 100 feet away, I can still feel his eyes bore into me. His gaze makes my skin tingle as it rakes over my features. I glance at him from my peripheral, only to cause myself to flush from the heat of it. I shiver runs down my back at the attention. 

"Alright then." He pauses for a split second before donning an evil smirk. He pulls me into a dramatic hug, lifting me off the ground as I giggle. He sets me down after a few seconds, quickly turning away and walking toward the car across the lot.  "Bye, bitch! I'll see you tomorrow."

I'm slightly out of breath from the random display of affection. Even though Jimin is not that much taller than me, maybe an inch or two, his strength always surprises me. My eyes meet with the man he's walking towards. The confliction in his gaze sends my heart racing in my chest. He looks as if he's debating on killing my best friend or running toward me. As if he's fighting his instinct to either defend me or claim me. The fact of it causes a flash of heat through my body, making my breathing speed up in the process. 

Something clicks in his gaze as Jimin finally reaches him. I see the shorter male's mouth move, but can't quite make out what he's saying before he opens the door to the car and slides in. I gulp as he slowly drinks in my form, the heat from his gaze causing a flutter under my skin wherever it touches. As his eyes meet mine once again, the corner of his mouth lifts in a smirk. This snaps me out of my daze as I quickly hop into the driver's seat of my car. I focus all of my attention on starting the vehicle, trying to push out the feeling of his eyes still on me. I'm hyper aware of his every move as he continues to look at me. 

I let out a shay breath before buckling my seat belt and putting the car in gear. 

Oh, this is not gonna be fun.

[fagnumopus]

Highlights of my bisalp surgery yesterday:

Pre-op nurse measured my height and I immediately groaned when she said 158cm, "I thought I was at 160cm!!" and she replied with "You're still taller than me!! I'm 4'11" and ¾".... with my crocs" and she lifts up her foot to show a pair of HEELED CROCS making me LOSE IT

Surgeon assistant asked about my allergies and when I said "just dust" he said "don't worry, we're not gonna administer that"

I was laid down on the surgery table and finally took off my glasses and said, "I don't think I need to see anything anymore, thanks guys" and the surgeon replied with an AGHAST, "but you still need to see me!!!" making me laugh my ass off

The anesthesiologist leaned over my head and introduced himself, super sweet and polite, and I said, "oh, so you're the one who's gonna send me to the Shadow Realm", prompting like half a dozen nurses and the surgeon to snort under their breath or straight up laugh

Surgeon assistant asked me what surgery I was getting, and I said, "A laparoscopic salpindectomy. Basically, I'm getting spayed", he looked at me very tiredly but I made some random nurse laugh so it was worth it

Anesthesia girl accidentally used she/her pronouns for me and a chorus of like 3 people corrected her with "he!!!" and she leaned over my prone body like I was a table, laughing to herself in embarrassment and apologizing profusely, and I just laughed and said "omg no it's ok girl"

Same anesthesia girl put the gas mask on me, and I said, "oh hell yeah, take me out", making the whole OR team laugh

Nurse told me to take deep breaths. I took some deep breaths and sloooowly felt my body going numb but still was very much awake, she asked very confused, "is... is that the deepest you can breathe?" and I just replied, "oh damn ok" and breathed in DEEP and went, "oh yeah it's happening. My body feels funky. Goodnight" immediately before conking the fuck out

When I woke up the post-op care nurse asked me how I was feeling, and I was fully honest, "Feels like the worst high from really cheap weed" and she laughed LOUD and had to compose herself bc we were in the recovery room lmao

Another post-op nurse gave me some crackers and 3 boxes of apple juice, which I drank fully, and she said I was "a really good drinker!!! Such a good drinker!" like 3 times, with the tone of someone who's genuinely impressed, so I chose to take it as a compliment (OR nurses of Tumblr please let me know why she was so impressed with my hydration skills)

3rd post-op nurse asked me if I liked the underwear they gave me and I said, "girl yes these are so comfy" and she whispered conspiratorially to me, "do you want some extra ones? I'll sneak some extra ones in the bag for you" and I nodded profusely

In summary, it was a lovely experience and everyone was so sweet and kind. No one even ASKED why I was getting a bisalp, they just wanted me to be safe and comfortable... I'm super lucky to have had such a lovely team. I also requested the pre-op nurses to NOT tell me my weight, and mentioned I cannot confirm it because I don't know; they were super understanding and explained very kindly and apologetically they would still need to weigh me to know how much meds to give me (which I was aware of, not an issue), and then the nurse weighing me helped me waddle backwards to the scale and when I was about to turn just to readjust before getting off the scale, she said, "don't look don't look, hold on!!!" because she was still resetting it 😭❤️ they all asked me about my job, my life, where I'm from, etc, kept me engaged and talking at all times, from the moment I was called from the waiting room. I practically didn't even have the time to be anxious, they were all cracking jokes and checking in on how I felt... it was so nice. Bless that team fr. I wouldn't have had my sterilization any other way 💕

[commander-krios]

“You’ve given me so many reasons to walk away.” “Then why don’t you walk away? It’s not like I’m keeping you hostage here.” “You still don’t get it, do you? It’s because I love you.” 

Here it is! Some Dash/Leo love confessions fic! FINALLY. These idiots are going to tell each other how they feel and get to be happy for once. For @tiredassmage with a small cameo by @jbnonsensework's Consular, Elami Rimal. Read on AO3 Music: “Light” by Sleeping at Last

Cantinas.

He was spending too much time in them and he hated being around the types of people that frequented them. The drinks on Tatooine were so much worse than they’d been on Nar Shaddaa, but thankfully, he didn’t need as many to drown out the noise. With a shaking hand that was getting harder to ignore, Dash let the lukewarm alcohol that passed for whiskey roll across his tongue, trying to find something to savor before he drank it down.

There was little to savor in this sandy town located on an entire planet of sand.

The stool beside him scraped against the dirty floor, suddenly occupied by a small mirialan that he didn’t want to see for the next five years if he could help it. He was so tired of the Jedi and their platitudes. He was tired of fighting… everyone.

He briefly considered the sarlacc pit and wondered how painful of a death it was before pushing the thought away.

Elami sighed, brushing a stray red lock behind her ear now that her hair was no longer hidden beneath a veil. She didn’t look at him, eyes focused on her hands as she placed them on the bartop. Even in the dimness of the cantina, Dash could see the sweat pooling at her brow. “Arjun told me about Leo… and Begeren.”

Silence. He didn’t know how to respond to that. No one should have to bear the weight of such knowledge. It’s one thing to hear rumors of the things that the Empire was capable of, but to see them, to hear the truth of them spoken by someone with firsthand knowledge… that was a wound that would never heal.

And of course Arjun would’ve mentioned it. Dash’s friendship with Leo was clearly becoming a problem for the Jedi on their mission.

“I haven’t told Alaria-”

“But you will.”

It wasn’t a question because he knew she would. Sisters told everything to each other. He knew that… he had three at home. 

“She deserves to know the truth.” Elami was quiet, reserved, but her tone said there would be no argument. 

With a sigh, Dash ran his hands through his hair, cringing as all he came back with was sweat on his palms. “You’re right, Elami. Of course you’re right. I’ve held this secret for so long, sometimes I forget that other people want to help… That people are capable of good.”

“So why are you drinking yourself to death?” She reached forward to grab his cup, lifting it to smell the contents. With a disgusted look, she handed it back to him. “How can you drink that stuff?”

“Because it’s the strongest crap they have.” He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the pulsing behind his eyes. “And I have things I want to forget.”

Elami wiped some of the sweat from her face with a sleeve, eyes finally glancing his way. “Tell him how you feel, Dash.”

Dash laughed, no humor in it. “And possibly lose my best friend forever?”

“What you’re doing now isn’t helping things.” She raised an eyebrow at him as if she expected an argument. He wasn’t that stupid. “Leo’s more of a mess than I’ve ever seen him. He’s even pestering Alaria for a distraction from whatever happened between the two of you.”

“At least he’s safe. He’s probably better off without me, anyway.” He buried his face in his hands, feeling his heart crack open again at the thought of never seeing, speaking, to Leo again.

Elami covered his hand with one of her own, pulling it away from his face and squeezing in a gentle, familiar way. “Dash, I wasn’t there on Begeren, I didn’t experience the trauma the two of you did. But what I see are two men who relied on each other during a difficult time and out of that, formed a bond that neither wants to break.”

“I owe Leo. He saved my life even when he didn’t have any reason to. He could’ve used me as a distraction and left, saved himself. But he didn’t and I-”

When he didn’t finish his sentence, Elami sighed, the exhaustion on her face making her look older than her 21 years. “If all your relationship is “I owe him” then you would’ve split the moment you landed on Coruscant. You would’ve been rid of the trouble of having an Imperial as a friend. But you didn’t and that says a lot more about you than you think.” 

“It says I’m an idiot.”

“It says that you care, Dash. More than you think you do. More than you want to, it seems.”

It took a moment for the words to hit him. Then he side eyed the Jedi beside him, a smile curling his lips. “You’re craftier than you seem, Elami. No wonder Arjun likes you so much.”

He swore her skin darkened slightly. Blushing, perhaps? Bumping his shoulder to hers, he nearly knocked her off of her stool.

Gripping the counter, Elami shot him an exasperated look. “You’re not funny.”

“On that, we can agree, sister.” Feeling lighter than he had in weeks, Dash lifted his drink only to be reminded at how awful it tasted the moment it touched his tongue. He swallowed on impulse, resisting the urge to gag. Setting the cup down, he brushed a hand down his face, trying to gather his thoughts. “I should find Leo. Apologize.”

“Mhmm.” She muttered, sliding off the stool and pulling the hood of her shawl over her head. “Apologize. Sure. Just… try not to muck it up this time.”

She was gone before he could get another word in.

~~~~

It didn’t take long to find Leo sitting in the cantina apartments where he, Alaria, and Elami had taken up residence during their stay on Tatooine. The rest of their crews had opted to stay on the ship, out of the way, and Dash… well, he’d been hiding on his own ship to avoid running into Leo and the two Jedi.

That clearly hadn’t worked out.

Now he was standing outside of Leo’s room, terrified to enter because that would mean he’d have to actually follow up. Dash didn’t know what he wanted, but he did know that Leo didn’t deserve to suffer. Their friendship was becoming more weight that either of them seemed comfortable carrying anymore.

He hated how it took him a few more minutes before he got the courage to knock, holding his breath, lungs protesting the lack of oxygen until the door opened. He released the air through his nose, trying to calm his heart as it hammered nervously in his chest. 

When did the thought of seeing Leo become so difficult to bear?

“Dash.”

Leo was standing directly in front of the door, wearing nothing but a pair of slacks, hair hanging loose around his face, the sheen of sweat on his skin. He was flushed on his neck and chest, the excessive temperatures on Tatooine making it difficult to not overheat even after the twin suns went below the horizon.

Dash’s mouth wouldn’t form words, his eyes roaming over Leo’s half-naked form. Scars covered him, some long healed, some newer. A nasty cut criss crossed over his torso and it took everything Dash had not to fuss over it. His eyes darted back up to his friend’s gaze. “Uh, hey.”

Leo crossed his arms over his chest, suddenly self-conscious, but not nearly enough to back away… to let Dash into the room. “What are you doing here, Dash? I thought you were busy with your revenge quest.”

“It’s not-” He paused because Leo was right. It was a revenge quest. At least, it had started out that way. But now… he wasn’t so sure anymore. “I tried to help Fuse-”

“Elara told me what happened. The bomb plans were important, I get that. Because the Empire will do worse than the things they did here if they got a hold of them. I know that for a fact. But that’s not why I’m angry with you, Dash.”

“I know.”

“You know?” He repeated, voice taking on an edge of hysteria. “I try not to be a burden on you, I know that I’m not the best person for you to be seen with-”

“Leo-”

The smuggler turned away, moving farther into the room. Dash followed without invitation, unwilling to let him push these issues away. Leo was agitated, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. A few steps into the room and the door hissed closed with ominous finality. “And you’ve always been good to me. I shoulda walked away a long time ago, probably when we landed on Coruscant for the first time, but I was alone and afraid. I didn’t know what I was gettin’ myself into. But now… Each day, you give me more reasons to walk away for good.”

Leo’s words were like a vibroknife to the gut. Dash tried to keep the heat from his words, but had a difficult time reigning it in. “Then why don’t you walk away? It’s not like I’m keeping you hostage here.” 

His intentions had been to come to this room, to give Leo the out that he so desperately wanted, but the very thought of living a life without him… it cut so deep that Dash doubted he’d ever recover.

Leo spun on him, the rage on his face making Dash step back. Never had he seen Leo so angry. “You still don’t get it, do you? Are you that stupid?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been called stupid in my entire life.”

Leo sighed, wearily rubbing the area beneath his cybernetics. “That’s a lie. I’ve talked to Elara Dorne. She uses the word a lot in reference to you.”

“Ouch.”

“And we travel with two Jedi, Dash. I can guarantee they’ve talked about how stupid we both are. At least to each other.” Another sigh, this time followed by a pointed look. “You’re distractin’ me from what I was tryin’ to say.”

“Leo, I came here to apologize and I’ve already messed that up. You have every right to do what you want, with who you want, and I’ve been making it weird for a while now. I’m sorry.” Leo scrunched his nose in confusion, and it made Dash feel like more of a fool that he even brought it up in the first place. “Nar Shaddaa?”

Leo’s confusion slowly morphed into horror, blush spreading across his cheeks, neck, chest. “Oh, so I didn’t dream him up. I was sure I was trashed and imagined all of… that.”

“No, you didn’t.” Dash scratched his chin, the beard that started to grow in itching like mad. His eyes trailed to Leo’s chest again of their own accord, the image burning into his brain. “The only thing I want to say about any of it is be careful. Not everyone is who they say they are.”

Leo shielded his eyes with a hand and Dash immediately missed the piercing blue oceans that were so unlike any other blue he’d seen before. Another thing that would haunt him years after their friendship ended. “It was a mistake. But, nothing happened, even if I wanted it to.”

“I don’t understand.”

“No matter how pretty a stranger is, or how sweet their words are, or how much alcohol I drink… no matter how tempted I might be to forget everything for one night, I can’t.” Leo’s voice dropped so low that Dash nearly missed the next part of his sentence. “Because it’s not you.”

Dash was positive that his heart was going to stop. 

“Leo, what are you saying?”

He had to know for certain. If he was wrong, he would ruin the fragile friendship they already had. But hope burned in his chest, nearly suffocating him because he’d never wanted anything more than the man standing in front of him.

The room was stifling, not just from the desert heat, but from the tension between them. Dash took a small step closer, hand held out slightly, palm up in a gesture of truce. Letting Leo make the next move. Leo didn’t attempt to leave, even if he did look like he was going to be sick on the floor. 

“I met with Liv… after what happened.” He briefly glanced in Dash’s direction, a frown pulling at his mouth. “I know. It was a stupid risk. But she’s my sister.”

Dash didn’t respond, knowing that Leo needed a minute to gather his thoughts.

When he finally spoke again, he glanced down at his hands, studying them as if they were foreign to him. “Do you know what she said?”

“You’re an idiot?”

“The words she chose were slightly more colorful. But the meaning was still the same. She wanted me to stop being so afraid of inconveniencing you.” Leo let out a sharp laugh, tucking his hands in the pockets of his pants. “As if you’re capable of being inconvenienced. I know better now. It still doesn’t change the reality of who we are. You: a Republic hero who leads one of the best SpecOps forces in the galaxy. Me: an Imperial defector who can barely keep his shit together, living on borrowed time before my past finally catches up.”

Dash moved closer, another step, two before he paused. “You sell yourself short, Leo. You’ve done some good for the people on Coruscant, whether you believe that or not.”

“It’s your influence.” Leo noticed him at that moment, glancing at his feet as if he could sense how much Dash wanted to move again. 

“You think too highly of me.”

“Impossible. You save people, Dash. And you give them a chance that wouldn’t get one otherwise. Give yourself the credit you deserve.”

This time Dash was the one to glance away, moved by his friend’s words, but also feeling undeserving of them. “Leo-”

“Why is it so hard for you to take the compliment?” Leo brushed a hand through his hair, his frustration obvious when Dash finally met his gaze again. “You always do this! Everything about you is so frustrating. You always say how awful you are but no matter how much I try to see what you see: the flaws, the cruelty, the selfishness, I can’t.” Leo took a step forward, closer to where Dash waited and he could see the tremor in his hands. “And do you know why? It’s because I love you!”

They stared at each other in the following silence, breath heavy, the air thick with the Tatooine heat, anger nearly crackling in the space between them. Leo’s chest heaved as he struggled to catch his breath, blue eyes flashing dangerously.

And all Dash could think was that Leo Ashold was the most beautiful man he’d ever laid eyes on. 

The words echoed in his ears: love. Leo loved him and goddammit he wasn’t going to let this moment pass by. Dash didn’t live a life with regrets. He wasn’t going to start now.

The words spilled easily from his lips because he was finished holding them back.

“I love you too.”

Eyes widening, Leo’s breath caught in his chest, his face flushing crimson as the words spun around in his head. “What? You-”

Dash moved even closer, leaving barely any space between them now. With as much seriousness as he could muster, he met Leo’s terrified gaze. “I love you. As my best friend, yeah, but it’s so much more than that. It has been for a long time.”

“Why? Why me? I’m a-”

Dash cupped Leo’s jaw with a gentle hand, brushing a thumb over his lips, immediately halting any more words from tumbling out. “You are the best man I’ve ever met. So stop making it weird, Leo.”

He let out a soft laugh, eyes closing, body relaxing as Dash snaked an arm around his waist, pulling him flush against his chest. Despite the sweat clinging to his body, Leo smelled freshly of soap, his hair slightly damp as it hung around his shoulders. Dash leaned in slightly and it didn’t take any coaxing for Leo to meet him.

Dash expected the kiss to be soft, hesitant, but it was the opposite. Leo clung to him as if his life depended on it, peppering kisses along his mouth, his cheeks, his forehead, unable to stay in one place too long. When he finally returned to Dash’s mouth, his tongue slipped between his lips and he practically melted against him, hands clutching the loose shirt he wore.

When they finally managed to part for air, Dash stared at the flush on Leo’s cheeks, the sparkle in his dazzling eyes, the goofy smile on his face. He reached out to tuck a lock of damp hair behind Leo’s ear, fingers lingering there, brushing the smooth skin before resting on the back of his neck. 

This was a moment he was going to remember for the rest of his life.

Leo glanced up, smile widening as he took in the expression aimed at him. One that Dash was positive held all of the feelings he’d kept locked away for the last year, the devotion he felt so deep anytime he thought of the man in his arms. With a sigh, Leo trailed a finger over Dash’s new beard, inspecting it as a doctor would a wound, or an archaeologist would an artifact.

“This is different. I like it.” He rubbed his cheek against the rough bristles of hair, smirking up at Dash when he heard the sharp intake of breath. “What prompted you to grow it out?”

“Laziness.” Dash admitted, taking the chance to press another kiss to Leo’s lips. “But it’s too karking hot on this planet for a beard.”

“I like how you look either way.” Leo murmured, kissing him again. God, he would never tire of being able to kiss this man. “Whatever makes you happy.”

“You. You make me happy.”

It sounded stupid to his own ears, but it had the intended effect on Leo. His legs shook and he wobbled slightly, pressing into Dash’s chest to keep from falling. Dash tightened his grip around Leo’s waist, keeping him flush against him.

“Are we going to have to meet Liv somewhere so she knows you didn’t scare me off?” Dash teased, lips brushing along Leo’s neck, savoring the shiver it sent through his body. Leo’s hands brushed against his back, his hips. Testing the boundaries, so to speak.

“She, ah, she said she’d fly to Coruscant and kick my ass if I didn’t tell you how I felt. Republic be damned.” 

Dash pressed his forehead against Leo’s, voice barely a whisper when he finally responded. “I wouldn’t have let her.”

“Kick my ass?”

“No, she can do that. You probably deserve it.” He told him, aiming a playful grin at Leo which only got him an eye roll in return. “I meant endangering herself. Intelligence Agent or not, it’s still the heart of the Republic.”

“You’re becoming awfully protective of Imperial defectors.” 

“It’s really becoming a problem.” Dash ducked his head, pressing kisses along the pulse in Leo’s neck. “I blame you.”

“Hey, I’ll take the blame for everything if you keep doing that.”

Dash could feel Leo’s heartbeat against his lips, steady, sure, solid. He would give his life to make sure it stayed that way.