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ne0mile · 3 days ago

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against policy

HR rep!Jaemin x coworker!reader

Everybody hates HR reps. Especially those who take their jobs seriously. That's why Jaemin does not have the best reputation among certain employees. He's serious about applying strict policies and not making any exceptions. So Jaemin knows that office dating is prohibited. He does. Yet, he can't seem to completely brush you off whenever you bat your eyelashes at him.

warnings: smut !minors DNI!, elevator sex, idk guys atp

wordcount: 3,4k

AN: this is part of the business casual series, can’t wait to write more of those! Also I’m sorry guys ik I’m always writing for Mark or Jaemin but the brainrot is real😵‍💫

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Na Jaemin could have been the most beloved person in the office.

He had the charm—effortlessly magnetic, the kind of smile that made interns trip over their own feet. He had the looks—tall, unfairly pretty, with a sharp jawline that looked like it was carved just to make your breath hitch. And he had the presence—smooth, confident, the kind of man who could command a room without even trying.

If only he weren’t such a rule-enforcing nightmare.

While the other HR reps barely glanced at the company handbook, Jaemin treated office policy like sacred text. No personal calls? He’d walk by desks like a police officer, pausing just long enough to make the offender hang up. Dress code violations? He’d actually print out the policy and slide it onto the offender’s keyboard with a polite, "Just a reminder." And office relationships?

Absolutely forbidden.

He was the sheriff of Neo Corp, and the entire office was his wild west.

Which is why the moment he stepped onto the main floor, whispers followed, as they always did.

"Ugh, he’s doing rounds again."

"I swear, if he tells me one more time to stop eating at my desk—"

"Who even cares about this job this much?"

But then there was you.

While everyone else groaned or avoided eye contact, you just… smiled at him. Leaned back in your chair. Let your gaze linger a little too long when he passed by.

And don’t get this wrong, Jaemin prided himself on his self-control.

He didn’t bend the rules. Didn’t make exceptions. Didn’t let distractions—no matter how pretty—get in the way of his job.

And he hated how much you were testing him.

It started small. A little wave when he walked by. Nothing too crazy. A playful tilt of your head when he caught you five minutes late from your lunch break. Then it escalated—lingering touches when handing him files, biting your lip to hide a smirk when he scolded someone nearby.

Today, you decided to try something different.

You were leaning against the copier, pretending to struggle with a paper jam. Jaemin sighed. Your skirt was at the very limit of what was decent, and he’d seen you use that machine perfectly fine a dozen times before.

"Need help..." you asked innocently as he approached.

Jaemin exhaled through his nose one more time. "You’re doing this on purpose."

"Doing what?" You blinked up at him, all wide-eyed, but the curve of your lips gave you away.

He knew he should walk away. Knew he should reprimand you for wasting company time and urge you to go back to your desk. But instead, his hands moved on their own, reaching past you to "fix" the machine, close enough that his chest nearly brushed against your back.

"You're aware falsifying equipment issues is a violation of—"

"Policy 4.7B, section three," you finished for him, grinning when his eyes narrowed. "But if I was really faking..." You leaned in slightly as he reached past you to open the tray, "...wouldn't that mean you're enabling me by playing along?"

His fingers froze on the copier handle.

The office was watching. He could feel the stares on his back and immediately scolded himself internally.

Only to add more to his demise and push his buttons further, you whispered, "Careful, Jaemin. Someone might think you’re breaking your own rules."

Damn it.

By lunchtime, the copier incident had been discussed by every single person present in the company building.

And by the time the holiday party rolled around, chit-chat hadn’t stopped.

The party was in full swing when you arrived - cheap disco lights throwing colours across the accounting team's awkward dancing, a sad cheese platter on a table... It was tragic, really, but everyone was here to make the most of it. So were you.

The entire office was there, buzzing with the kind of forced cheer that only free alcohol could bring. And there, by the fire exit like a man awaiting sentencing: Jaemin, tie slightly loosened, drink untouched in his hand.

You approached him like a predator would its prey. Stopping right in front of him, you brought the glass you just picked up to your glossy lips. You smirked, staring at him up and down as you took a sip of your drink.

"You’ve been ignoring me," you said.

"I’ve been working," he corrected, his voice tight.

"Mmm, well then you should probably write me up for inappropriate footwear…" You pointed to your black, shiny heels.

The tone of your voice, the look in your eyes… It was all too much. Jaemin took pride in the way he did his job. He really did. No matter what his reputation among his colleagues was. But with you, it was like the devil had sent his best vessel to seduce and distract him from the right path.

His jaw clenched.

"Policy 3.2, subsection—"

"Stop," he cut you off, his voice harsher than usual. "Just stop."

You blinked. "Stop what?"

He set his drink down and grabbed yours to do the same. "This. Whatever game you’re playing, this ends today."

Before you could argue, Jaemin grabbed your elbow and steered you toward the elevator.

This has been going on for too long. He had to take matters into his own hands.

Mark and Chenle were chatting close to the elevator, so Jaemin pushed you inside. There was no way he would let anyone see him in that state, having this conversation.

The doors slid shut behind you with a soft ding, sealing you both in the quiet, metallic space.

You leaned casually against the railing, watching him press the button for the top floor. "Running away from the party, already? That’s not very team-building of you."

He turned to face you, his expression unreadable. "We need to talk."

"Ooh," you stepped forward to trace a finger along his tie. "Am I in trouble?" You asked, tilting your head.

Jaemin exhaled sharply through his nose, his fingers flexing at his sides. "You’ve been doing this for weeks," he stated, voice low. "The looks. The touching. The—" His eyes flickered down to your lips for a fraction of a second before snapping back up. "You know exactly what you’re doing."

You hummed, letting your finger trail up to the knot of his tie. "And if I do?" Pressing closer, you watched his pupils dilate. "What are you going to do about it, Officer Jaemin?"

His breath hitched. One large hand came up to circle your wrist, stopping your teasing movements. "This," he bit out, "is exactly what I'm talking about."

You could feel the heat radiating off him, could see the way his chest rose and fell just a little too fast. "You could always report me," you whispered, raising your chin.

Jaemin's grip tightened fractionally. "Don't tempt me."

"Or…" you trailed off, your face now impossibly close to his. "You could—"

The elevator chose that moment to lurch violently.

Lights flickered as the car shuddered to an abrupt stop, sending you stumbling forward. Right into Jaemin's chest.

His arms instinctively wrapped themselves around you, pressing you closer against him.

It took only a few seconds for you to regain your composure. You looked up at him. He looked just a bit distressed. Startled. Jaemin didn’t like inconveniences, unforeseen events. He needed to be in control. At all times.

"Taking advantage of the moment, huh?" You grinned, partially to tease him but mostly to get him to relax.

His eyebrows knit together, and he released you in a heartbeat, taking a few steps back, although the space in the elevator didn’t allow for many.

"You’re impossible," he muttered.

You grinned. "You like it."

Ignoring you, he turned around, facing the numbered buttons. As if he could fix that, too.

There was an alarm button, at least there had been, because it was now covered by a taped piece of paper that read: "out of service".

"Renjun was stuck as well last month," you recalled, following his gaze. "He’s claustrophobic, so he panicked and smashed the button. You even gave him a lecture on damaging company supplies, remember?"

He did.

Now, Jaemin was growing restless. He nervously ran his hands through his hair, disheveling that always-put-together look a bit more.

"What do we do now?" he groaned. "I told Mr Park to have the elevator reviewed last month. I told him…"

"Someone will end up realising the elevator is stuck," you shrugged, letting your body lazily slide down the wall.

Wrong. Everyone was partying and getting drunk. That would probably be an eternity before anyone needs the elevator.

But Jaemin could not stay like this. Trapped in a cage with a hungry lion.

He needed to get out. Before his resolve completely crumbled.

Your eyes followed him intently. He was examining every inch of the walls and ceiling, looking for a solution. Anescape.

"It's so hot in here," you exhaled, your hands reaching for the buttons of your shirt as you now sat on the floor. Jaemin's eyes stuck to your fingertips as you unbuttoned two of them.

"Yn," he called. His voice was stern, at least he tried to make it so. In reality, it was more breathless.

Without him really wanting to, his eyes drifted inevitably to the exposed skin of your chest. He could see the inviting swell of your breasts and the black lacy cups concealing them.

Jaemin's throat worked as he swallowed hard, his fingers twitching at his sides. "Button that back up," he ordered, but the command lacked its usual authority. His voice came out strained, almost hoarse.

You tilted your head, letting one finger trail along the exposed skin just above your bra. "Why? It's hot. Unless..." You licked your lips slowly. " ...It's bothering you?"

His jaw clenched so tight you could see the muscle jumping. "You're doing this on purpose."

"Maybe." You stretched your legs out, watching his gaze drop to your thighs before he forcibly wrenched it away. "But you’re the one looking."

The elevator suddenly felt ten degrees hotter. Jaemin tugged at his collar, his usually pristine tie now slightly crooked.

His breathing had gone shallow, chest rising and falling in quick bursts as he paced the limited space like a caged animal.

"You know," you mused, rolling up the hem of your skirt just an inch, "we could be here for hours. Might as well make the best of it."

Jaemin made a strangled noise from the back of his throat, and with defeat wearing on his face, he sank down the wall across you as well.

His normally perfect posture had collapsed into something far more human, with his legs folding awkwardly in the confined space, elbows resting on raised knees, tie loosened, that always-impeccable hair now mussed from his nervous hands running through it.

"You look stressed," you purred, leaning on, deliberately letting more of your bra peek out from beneath your unbuttoned shirt. "Should I give you a neck massage? HR policy doesn't say anything about coworkers helping each other relax..."

Jaemin's knuckles turned white where they gripped his knees. "Stop." The word came out strangled. "Just...stop talking."

He sighed once more before he let out a nervous chuckle. "You’re going to be the death of me. Seriously."

"What a way to go," you shifted onto your hands and knees, crawling toward him with slow, deliberate movements. The fabric of your skirt rode up your thighs, the click of your nails against the elevator floor the only sound besides his ragged breathing.

His eyes darkened as you approached, his jaw clenched so tight you could see the muscle twitching.

You stopped just inches from him, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his body. Your bottom lip caught in your teeth, you stared intently into his pretty eyes. "How about you—"

Jaemin had had enough. He already told you to stop talking. So before you could even finish your sentence, his control snapped.

One hand shot out, gripping the back of your neck as he yanked you forward, his mouth crashing onto yours with a hunger that bordered on desperation. The kiss was all teeth and tongue and barely restrained frustration, on both ends.

You moaned into his mouth, fingers tangling in his hair as you pressed closer, your knee sliding between his thighs. He growled, the sound vibrating against your lips.

Jaemin's grip on you tightened as your lips found the sensitive skin beneath his jaw, his breath hitching when you nipped lightly at his pulse point.

"We shouldn't—" His protest was weak, voice already ragged as your tongue traced the column of his throat. His fingers flexed against your hip, torn between pushing you away and pulling you closer.

"This is against policy..." he managed, though it came out more like a plea than a warning.

You smirked against his skin, dragging your teeth over the spot that made him shudder. "Fire me, then," you whispered, the words hot against his neck.

A broken groan escaped him, his resolve crumbling as your hands slid beneath his shirt, nails scraping lightly over the taut muscles of his abdomen. He was unravelling beneath your touch. His perfect composure, his rigid control, all of it dissolving into desperate, hungry need.

"Fuck—" His head fell back against the elevator wall with a thud as your knee pressed more insistently between his thighs, his hips jerking instinctively.

You could feel his hard-on straining against his slacks, could hear the way his breathing turned uneven and shallow. His hands, once so restrained, now roamed greedily-one tangling in your hair to yank your head back, the other gripping the curve of your ass to pull you flush against him.

You laughed, breathless, rolling your hips against him just to watch his composure shatter further. "You should reallypunish me," you taunted, fingers working at his belt with practised ease. "Show me how strict you can be."

Jaemin didn't need to be told twice. Not anymore.

His slacks were shoved down in one rough motion, your skirt pushed up around your waist as he lifted you effortlessly against the elevator wall.

To be fair, you did use all his patience, and you were needy too. So you weren’t mad when he lined himself up with your entrance and thrusted into you with one sudden stroke.

You gasped, nails digging into his shoulders as he set a punishing pace, each snap of his hips driving you harder into the wall. His mouth was everywhere— your neck, your collarbone, the swell of your breasts-biting and sucking marks into your skin like he needed to brand you.

"You—" he grunted, his grip bruising on your thighs. "Seriously, you've been driving me insane."

You moaned, arching into him, revelling in the way his control had completely shattered. "You love it," you purred, rolling your hips to meet his thrusts.

Jaemin snarled, slamming into you harder, his rhythm growing erratic. The elevator groaned around you, the metal shuddering with each movement, but neither of you cared. Not when he was finally, finally fucking you like you'd been imagining for weeks.

His thrusts were relentless, deep, punishing strokes that stole the breath from your lungs. Every snap of his hips drove you harder against the cold metal wall, the contrast of his burning skin and the chill of the elevator searing into you.

"You feel so good," you gasped, nails carving half-moons into his shoulders as he pistoned into you. "All this stuck-up act... just to end up fucking your colleague in an elevator—"

Jaemin's breath was hot against your neck as he growled, "You practically begged for it."

You laughed, the sound dissolving into a moan as he angled his hips, hitting a spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids. "Did I?" You rolled your hips, taking him impossibly deeper, relishing his choked groan. "Or was it your plan from the start?"

Jaemin slammed you against the wall, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand. The other gripped your thigh, hiking it higher around his waist as he drove into you with brutal precision.

"Look at you," he rasped, eyes black with hunger as he watched your breasts bounce with each thrust. "Taking it like you were made for me. Like this pussy was built for my cock."

The vulgarity, so stark against his usual polished speech, sent a shockwave of heat through you. You arched, offering yourself completely. "Do whatever you want with me," you panted, meeting his erratic rhythm. "Fuck—Jaemin!"

He swallowed your cry with a searing kiss, tongue tangling with yours, tasting your surrender. His free hand slid between your bodies, thumb finding your clit with ruthless accuracy.

The dual stimulation was too much. The stretch of him filling you, the rough circle of his thumb, the possession in his voice... Your climax ripped through you, violent and blinding. You screamed into his mouth, body clamping down around him in pulsing waves.

Jaemin swore, his rhythm faltering as your walls milked him. "Tight—fuck—so fucking tight—" With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his groan raw and shattered as he emptied himself inside you.

For a long moment, the only sounds were your ragged breaths and the hum of the stalled elevator. His forehead rested against yours, sweat-slicked and trembling, his grip on your wrists easing.

The silence stretched, thick with the scent of sex and shattered resolve. Then, faintly, a mechanical whir echoed through the shaft.

The elevator jolted violently back to life.

Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, flooding the cramped space with harsh, unforgiving light. Jaemin froze, his breath still ragged, pupils blown wide with shock and lingering desire. For one heartbeat, then two, the world narrowed to the slick heat between your bodies, the tremble in his arms as he held you against the wall, and the raw, exposed truth in his eyes.

Then reality crashed back.

He pulled out of you with a sharp gasp, scrambling backwards as if burned. His movements were frantic, jerky. He yanked up his slacks, fumbling with his belt, fingers trembling over the buttons of his ruined dress shirt. He wouldn’t look at you. Not at the smear of your lipstick across his jaw, not at the flush high on your chest, not at the way your skirt was still rucked up around your hips.

Wincing at the ache between your thighs, you smoothed your skirt down with deliberate calm. The air reeked of sex, sweat, and Jaemin’s expensive cologne, leaving no doubt of the kind of activity you've just engaged in.

A mechanical chime echoed through the cab.

Ding.

The elevator resumed its ascent.

Jaemin finally met your eyes. His hair was wild, his tie hanging loose, his collar undone. A vein pulsed in his temple. He looked… undone. Ravaged. Beautiful.

He opened his mouth, closed it, then tried again, his voice scraped raw: "We are never speaking of this again."

The elevator doors slid open onto the empty executive floor hallway. Cold, sterile air rushed in, a sharp contrast to the hot, almost-steam that had filled the cab.

You bit your lip to hide a smile, reaching up to wipe the smudged lipstick from his jaw with your thumb. He flinched but didn’t pull away. "Whatever you say, sheriff," you murmured, your voice low and honeyed.

His eyes flashed with a mix of fury, hunger, and something dangerously close to surrender. He caught your wrist, his grip tight but not painful, holding your hand against his face for a fraction of a second too long.

Then he released you, straightened his shoulders with visible effort, and strode out of the elevator without a backwards glance. His steps echoed down the polished marble hallway, sharp and precise once more—the perfect HR enforcer, already rebuilding his walls.

You leaned back against the cool metal wall, inhaling the fading scent of him in the elevator. The doors began to slide shut.

Just before they sealed, you saw him pause at the far end of the corridor. He didn’t turn around. But his hand rose, fingers brushing the spot on his jaw where your thumb had been.

The doors shut, and you smiled.

𝜗ৎ... business casual series masterlist

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dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling · 2 days ago

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How do you think the main digital circus characters would react to a teen being transported there who's also a troublemaker similar to Jax?

I think it would also be funny if they looked up to Jax for that reason and just followed him around talking to him like a regular kid excited- Can you also write how they would react to that too?

A teen Reader would probably have the most meltdowns out of everybody.

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Caine, Zooble, Jax & teenage Reader

Caine

★ He sees you as an imprisonable youngster who should be treated gently. Consequences for your bad behavior are nonexistent. As long as you promise not to do it again. Leaving you with too much energy and not enough supervision.

★ It’s an open secret that you're his favorite. Mess up, and he laughs it off. “They’re learning! It's all just trial and error!” But Caine is only this lenient with you because he sees you as an innocent child. Nobody else could get away with the things you do on a daily basis.

★ Caine is convinced that Jax is a bad influence. Making you misbehave. He always blames him for things you do, to the delight of Zooble. Punishing him for "manipulating you" and "corrupting the youth."

Zooble

★ Zooble likes you. They really do. But at the same time, you piss them off. Pushing every button they have on purpose. Testing their patience until Zooble finally snaps. "Could you shut up for five seconds?!" Then feeling bad about it afterwards.

★ After lifter living in the Circus for a while, Zooble forgot you were a teenager. You act so adult sometimes. But you're not an adult. Just a scared kid. It hits them when, after a long day, you lash out at everyone and yell "Just leave me alone!" while running to your room. Slamming the door behind you.

★ In the suggestion box adventure, Zooble specified that you shouldn't be allowed in the bar. Caine ignored this. Letting you join the others with one condition. That you don't drink. And you did just that. But snatched a bottle of champagne while Zooble wasn't looking...

Jax

★ You think he's fun to be around. Laughing at his bad jokes and following along with the terrible decisions he's made. Wherever he is, you're sure to be close by. Effectively becoming his problem. But he tells everyone you're your own problem.

★ Jax refers to you as "the kid" and wont use your actual name. But on the rare occasion he does, something is usually wrong. Like you messed up or got hurt. Pulling out the full name like an angry parent. "What the hell were you thinking Y/n?!?"

★ When you get irrationally mad at him for whatever small reason, as teens are prone to do, he acts genuinely hurt. Not in a "How dare you!" kind of way. More of a "The hell did I do?" way. Later, he might throw a snack at you while saying "Have you calmed down?"

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ddejavvu · 1 day ago

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Excuse Me, Barmaid - Hiccup Haddock x Reader (Part 3) | SERIES MASTERLIST

Summary: Berk is a small island with a small populace. Everybody knows everybody, and everybody especially knows the son of the Chief. When you’re thrown into the mix, arriving alone on a ship from an island they’ve never heard of before, you’re the talk of the village. It, of course, doesn’t help that you’re now roommates with the aforementioned son of the Chief. Stoick’s hospitality is welcome, but how will you survive living amongst the Chief of Berk and his inquisitive son, all while keeping your secrets close to your chest?

Contents/Warnings: afab!fem!reader, mentions of sex, runaway!reader, non-canon timeline (no valka yet/stoick is alive but hiccup has dragonscale armor + trader johann hasn't... y'know...), more to be added as chapters are posted

WC: 7.5K / navigation / inbox / ddejavvu's summer of series

A/N: i was so happy to receive positive feedback on the last part! I'm really enjoying writing this series so far and I hope you're enjoying reading it. somehow i made this one only a hundred words shorter than the last part! it was not supposed to be this long.. this is shaping up to be a very hefty series <3

feedback is greatly appreciated! comment, reblog, talk in the tags, send me a message, tell me what you think!

Waking up is hard. It takes immense effort for you to peel your eyes open, and you wonder why exhaustion clings so tightly to your frame until you remember that you’d nearly been blown up last night. That has you jolting upright in bed, and when curious green eyes set in a large, flat, black face peer down at you from above, you almost lose your lunch- dinner?

“Oh, gods,” You breathe, because this is perhaps the most new information you’ve had to process in one day. There was a fire last night, and you’d slept beside a dragon.

Toothless seems to realize he’s spooked you, because he shuffles backwards looking contrite. He really is a piteous sight, his eyes wide and his head dipped in worry, and you stretch a groggy hand out to reach for his nose when you remember he’s not going to eat you.

“Um- sorry. It’s okay. Good morning, Toothless.”

The massive dragon takes careful steps forwards, avoiding your legs and stomach, to press his head into your hand.

He’s adorably affectionate for something his size. He barely manages to miss taking you out with one of his massive paws as he leans so far into your scratches that he falls sideways, but one of his back legs bumps the post of Hiccup’s bed and the man jolts awake with a pained grunt.

Toothless’s auditory fins shoot up, and his green eyes blink curiously at his friend. But he doesn’t rise from his position beside you, pressing part of his hefty weight against you as your fingernails scratch up and over the crest of his head. When they travel to his chin he gurgles happily, the noise making Hiccup hoist himself onto his elbows in bed and stare down at the purring dragon in your lap.

“I almost forgot you were here.” Hiccup admits, his voice raspy, “And then I tried to breathe. And I couldn’t, and I wondered why it felt like there was smoke clogging up my lungs. And then, well…”

“Morning,” You grin sheepishly, “I’m here.”

“You’re on the floor.” Hiccup notes, forcing himself upright even though you’re sure he’d rather remain passed out in bed for the entire day, “I- I’m so sorry. You should have taken my bed. I assume my dad put me here last night?”

“It’s okay! He did,” You nod, waving a hand to placate Hiccup’s guilty scrambling, “I could barely walk all the way here after the fire. But you literally had to be carried. I think you were passed out by the time we got here,” You recall foggily, “And your dad said he wanted me in your room, so that Toothless could keep an eye on us both. I still don’t think he trusts me.” You admit, eyes downcast at Toothless’ gummy grin while you rub behind his ears, “But he hasn’t banished me yet.”

“Saving my life definitely helped,” Hiccup sighs, slumping back against his headboard, “Thank you for that, by the way. I wouldn’t have asked you to do that for me.”

“You didn’t have to ask.” You shrug, your voice small, “I just- did it. It was the right thing to do.”

“Most people wouldn’t throw themselves headfirst into a blazing building to save a man they hardly know.” Hiccup narrows his eyes good-naturedly at you, “You know that, right?”

“Most people have more to lose than I do.” You meet his gaze head-on, serious, “I have no home, no people, and no future. You do.”

Toothless warbles worriedly at you, and you realize you’d stilled in scratching at his scaly hide. You start back up again but he’s not satisfied, standing to butt his head into your chest and park it against your stomach. He’s pushing himself against you, but not enough to make you fall backwards, just enough to put grounding pressure against you while he purrs into your lap. His tail swishes lazily, contentedly behind him, the red fin standing out against his black scales and the brown wooden floor.

“You have people.” Hiccup tilts his chin upwards towards Toothless, “You can count him as someone on your side. And you have me, too. And- okay, maybe that’s all you have right now, but even if Berk doesn’t end up being your home, or your future, you’ve still got us.”

Toothless unburies his head from your stomach to crow affirmatively at you, and you let yourself smile, trusting the strangers- friends you’ve come to know.

“It smells like my dad’s made breakfast.” Hiccup hums, sliding out of bed and standing awkwardly on his one remaining leg. He braces his weight on the bedpost, and Toothless rushes for a dresser in the corner, only to find empty space on top.

He shrieks worriedly, and Hiccup’s eyes dart around the room.

“Um, awkward question: have you seen my leg?”

You blink owlishly, peering around the room just like Hiccup and Toothless are, but your search doesn’t yield the metal prosthetic. You recall grabbing it last night- tearing it off of his body, really, and chucking it behind you. Horrified, you realize that it was likely no one had ever picked it up, and it’s probably still lying abandoned in the carnage of the hall.

“About your leg.” You start, staring at Hiccup with wide, guilty eyes, “I might have lost it last night in the fire? I tried pulling you out and it came clean off. I was trying to get you out fast, and I didn’t think about going after it when the fire was out.”

“Oh,” Hiccup’s brow furrows slightly, “That’s okay. I have spares. Was it damaged?”

“I have no idea,” You breathe, “You have- spares? Spare legs?”

“They come in handy,” Hiccup grins, reaching for Toothless who ducks beneath his rider when he realizes he’s Hiccup’s newly-appointed crutch. The dragon helps Hiccup hobble over to the dresser, and he pulls open a drawer in the top row to reveal four metal legs identical to the one you’d tossed behind you last night.

“That’s… a lot of spares.” You note, watching as Hiccup takes one from the pile and bends awkwardly to attach it while still standing. It sounds almost painful, the way it snaps and clicks into place, but he stands like he doesn’t feel a thing once it’s connected.

“There used to be more.” He admits sheepishly, bouncing lightly on the ball of his foot and the spring mechanism in his prosthetic to get used to the feeling, “They get bent or snapped sometimes. Not every day, but I’ve learned to keep a few spares on hand.”

You realize now that there’s a lot of things you’ve never had to worry about. One thing you do worry about, though, is clothing. You’d left everything behind in the dead of night, and your tunic has some stains on it that make you look much more disheveled than you’d prefer.

“Hiccup?” You ask, and he turns from where he’d been moving for the stairs, “Do you think I could borrow some clothes of yours?”

“Oh!” His brows shoot towards his hairline, “Yeah. Sorry, I- I didn’t think about that.”

He scavenges through a dresser drawer, pulling out a green tunic that looks rumpled from disuse, “Is this okay? It’s one of the older ones my dad had made for me, but it was too big for me to wear. I was- not the typical viking kid.”

“That looks perfect.” You shrug, taking it and feeling the soft linen beneath your fingers, sturdy and aesthetically pleasing, “Thank you, I- uh, is there somewhere for me to change?”

The open layout of Hiccup’s house does you no favors. But he pries at Toothless’s wing, “Uh, here. Just do that-”, extending it outwards so that it acts as a massive curtain, and he turns so that him and the dragon are both staring pointedly in the opposite direction of you, “I don’t have a closet.”

“Thank you,” You laugh, shrugging out of your old, stained tunic. It’s a relief to have off- you’ll still need a bath, but you’re sure that improved your smell tenfold. The green one smells like firewood, something you’re sure Hiccup was forced to chop as part of some young viking training program. You clear your throat awkwardly when you’re done, “Okay, I’m good,” and Toothless drops his wing, pattering eagerly towards the stairs and the smell of breakfast beneath them.

“I wouldn’t recommend bathing until we get some hot water.” Hiccup explains, “Right now the basin outside is probably frozen from last night, but there’s a stall behind the forge you can use once we get there.”

“That sounds amazing.” You admit, feeling grime and sweat cake your body, “I’m sure I smell terrible.”

“Breakfast smells better,” He shrugs, nose scrunched teasingly, “You ready for food?” Hiccup asks, leaning on the railing at the edge of his loft. You nod, but really you’re not sure. Seeing Stoick again feels intimidating, even if you’d left things on better terms last night than you’d thought possible. He’s still a very large, very angry chief of the village you’ve crashed, and your stomach ties itself in nauseating knots just thinking about facing him. But neither Hiccup nor Toothless give you much time to think, because they bound down the staircase in the corner of Hiccup’s loft, peering at whatever Stoick’s setting on the table for breakfast.

“Oatmeal?” Hiccup asks, and Stoick glances up at him with narrowed eyes.

“Yes, son. Oatmeal. Pancakes are for vikings who check to make sure there’s no stray bombs around before lighting a fire.”

“That was not my fault. And it wasn’t Y/N’s, either.” Hiccup scoffs, stopping at the bottom of the stairs to stare his dad down. You’re sure he’s looking as intimidating as he can, but that’s not very intimidating without his armor or snarling dragon.

“Aye, I know it. But still,” Stoick grabs him around the shoulders with one massive arm, tucking Hiccup into his side and scrubbing at his hair to mess up the already-scruffy strands despite his son’s yelps of protest, “‘Seems like you’re trying to get yourself killed sometimes.”

“Okay, alright, thank you- thank you, Dad!” Hiccup shoves himself out of his father’s grip, hobbling disorientedly over to a chair at the table and wrenching it out to seat himself. He kicks another one beside him out for you, grinning sheepishly up at you from behind his mussed hair.

“He knows I don’t like oatmeal.” Hiccup murmurs conspiratorially, a stage-whisper at best, clearly audible to Stoick who’s milling around a pot of porridge, “He makes it whenever I mess something up.”

“I made it,” Stoick’s voice booms from where he’s sliding two bowls across the table, steam rising from their contents as they make their way over to you and Hiccup, “Because it’s quick and easy. And nutritious.” Stoick offers up a bowl of nuts and a bowl of berries, “Until that hall is repaired, we’re going to have to fend for ourselves. And council meetings will have to take place here.”

“How long will it take for the hall to be repaired?” You ask, and you hadn’t been staying silent on purpose, but when you speak it feels awkward. Stoick, his back turned to you, tenses, but he answers in an even tone, free from scrutiny.

“The twins have to do it themselves. No help from humans or dragons.” Stoick declares, “So, probably a while. No guarantees- a few weeks, maybe, a month. There’s going to be trial and error, I’m sure. But it was their fault, so it’s their responsibility to fix it.”

“They didn’t mean to, dad.” Hiccup reasons, swallowing his mouthful of gritty oatmeal first, “Why can’t we help them?”

“Because, son. It was still unwise of them to bring explosives into our communal hall. They can blow up their own room as many times as they see fit, but if they affect all of us, they need to apologize to all of us. And their hard work will be a fine apology.”

“You realize that trusting the twins to rebuild the great hall as they see fit is a recipe for disaster, yes?” Hiccup shovels berries into his breakfast, and you take a few for yourself, “If no one is supervising them, they’ll install cannons on the roof.”

“Gobber and I are supervising,” Stoick assures Hiccup, sitting down so roughly that the table scoots an inch away from him, “He’ll pop out every few hours from the forge, and I’ll check on them when I pass by between engagements.”

“So it’s oatmeal for a month.” Hiccup concludes drearily, and you bury your smile in a spoonful of the stuff.

“Be grateful.” Stoick warns his son, shaking his spoon at him warningly, “Unless you want to start making breakfast for the house.”

By the way that Hiccup falls silent, you assume cooking isn’t one of his specialties. But that’s okay- he seems to have mechanics, blacksmithing, and dragon-taming under his belt, so that’s enough.

“I can make breakfast tomorrow.” You offer politely, “Or- lunch or dinner today, even. I wouldn’t say I’m a master chef.” You admit, “But I can feed people. To earn my keep.”

Stoick studies you, then nods once.

“Dinner.” He decides gruffly, “You can handle dinner. Lunch is stew from Gobber.”

“Eugh.” Hiccup’s nose scrunches, and he puts his spoon firmly back into his bowl of oatmeal, “You mean the guy who uses his spoon-attachment as a back scratcher? I think I’ll go hungry today.”

“A back scratcher-” You repeat absentmindedly, remembering that Gobber is missing an arm and a leg. ‘Attachment’ makes it sound like he’s got a spoon for a hand, and you’ll take Hiccup’s advice on skipping lunch if it means avoiding any cross-contamination between uses.

“Don’t be so dramatic! It’s fine.” Stoick scoffs, “I’m sure Toothless will eat it without complaining, won’t you?”

A quick glance at the dragon reveals wide, scared eyes and he accompanies it with a wary rumbling sound.

“You’re all a bunch of sissies.” Stoick decides, shaking his spoon at the lot of you, “You’d starve in the wild!”

“That’s why I’ve never gone rogue,” Hiccup smarts, nudging your leg beneath the table, “Y/N, now that things have calmed down a bit, do you still want a tour of Berk?”

“I’d love one.” You nod, and despite Hiccup’s whinging, the oatmeal is quite good. Bland, but when berries and sugar are added, you enjoy it. It’s a substantial meal, and when you scrape your bowl clean you collect Hiccup’s and Stoick’s as a thank-you.

“I can wash up.” You offer, “Where’s the basin?”

“It’s outside.” Stoick nods, but Hiccup protests.

“You don’t have to! I can do it,” He stands, but Toothless butts his head against the back of Hiccup’s chair, knocking into the backs of his knees and toppling him into a seated position once more.

“I can do it.” You repeat, laughing at the glare Hiccup shoots Toothless as you head for the door, “I’m trying to help out as thanks for letting me stay.”

“See, now that’s how you act grateful, son.” Stoick grabs an almond from the bowl on the table, flicking it at his Hiccup. You grin to yourself as you shut the door, but the sound still carries through the open windows as you beeline for the wash basin, “You should ask Y/N for lessons before she leaves.”

“Which would be when?” Hiccup asks, and you freeze where you’re reaching for the dishrag draped over the metal bucket.

There’s silence, uncomfortable silence as neither man speaks. You listen despite yourself, bowls still clutched in your hands.

Finally, Stoick murmurs, “I don’t know, Hiccup.”

“Not for a while, right?”

“I don’t know, Hiccup.” Stoick repeats, sounding tense and exasperated, “We’ll find somewhere for her to go.”

“But why? Why can’t she stay?” Hiccup asks, and you force yourself to plunge the bowls into the chilly water instead of standing there and eavesdropping, “She’s already been a huge help so far. I know you didn’t exactly see the hall before it blew up, but she had it really clean. And she’s washing dishes and making dinner- she’s not trying to kill us! She doesn’t have some underhanded, nefarious plot, she’s just looking for a place to stay.”

“But it can’t be Berk.” Stoick insists, and you wonder if either of them know how loud they’re being, “Hiccup, ye’ don’t know the lass. Not really. All you know is she’s been nice so far. Which doesn’t guarantee that she won’t cause trouble later.”

“She’s lost.” Hiccup insists, his voice darkening, and you feel shame tinge your cheeks while you scrub furiously at long-gone oatmeal stains, “And she’s trying to find a home. She dove into a fire to save me, dad, doesn’t that mean anything to you? Just let her stay! Can you imagine how stressed she is right now? She has no idea what’s going to happen to her! Just- take pity on her, please? Let her stay on Berk.”

“Ah, fighting again, are they?” A thickly-accented voice comes from down the pathway, and you jolt your head up to see Gobber hobbling along, “Stoick’s naturally loud, and Hiccup shouts when he’s trying to win. They’re a disaster, they are.”

“I’m not givin’ a complete stranger a free pass to the island!” Stoick grunts, somehow louder now as things get heated, “I told you she can stay for a bit. I told you we’ll find her a home. I’ve already let her stay longer than I’d planned- stop pushing, Hiccup! My answer is no.”

“Ah. Awkward.” Gobber notes, stopping beside the washbasin and levelling you with a grimace, “They’re fighting about you.”

“I’m not trying to cause problems.” You insist feebly, but when the door slams open and Hiccup storms outside, it seems you’ve failed.

“Hiccup,” Gobber tries, his tone cheery, “Son, why don’t you help me make our stew for lunch? Your dad will leave soon to check on the villagers, you can each cool off a bit.”

“No thank you, Gobber,” Hiccup keeps his head down, Toothless hot on his tail, crooning worriedly, “Y/N and I are going for a flight.”

“Right. Well- ehm, be back for stew!” Gobber calls, and you hurry to rinse the soap off of the bowls and set them out to dry before Hiccup has left you behind, “I’ll make extra so everyone can have seconds!”

“Come on,” Hiccup mumbles, irritation tinging his tone, his tense shoulders looking like coiled springs about to snap, “We’ll take an aerial tour first.”

He mounts Toothless without so much as a saddle, and you scramble to take his hand and hoist yourself up.

“Toothless,” Hiccup lays a hand on the dragon’s head, “Get us out of here.”

The dragon takes off without a second thought, and you crane your neck back to see Stoick joining Gobber at the door, watching as you fly away from the house.

“Hiccup,” You hum hesitantly, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” He sighs, after a tense moment of silence where you weren’t sure if he’d yell at you or cry, “My dad is just- stubborn. And we fight, like, all the time. I just wish he’d listen.”

“He wants to keep you safe.” You reason, your voice steady as you curl your arms tentatively around Hiccup’s middle. Toothless is gliding calmly over Berk, circling lazily, but it’s still nerve-wracking to be flying, especially without a saddle.

“He’s the Chief, and he has to make the best decisions he can in order to keep everyone safe. I don’t blame him,” You admit, “I just wish he’d change his mind.”

“He will.” Hiccup decides, his voice resolute and firm, “I’ll make him.”

“Let’s worry about that tour first,” You beg, slightly uneasy at the prospect of egging on another father-son argument, “What’s that building down there?”

“What, that?” Hiccup peers at the hut you’ve pointed to, smoke pouring from its chimney, thick and black, “That’s the hatchery. There’s, like, ten fires in there to keep the eggs warm.”

“Ten fires.” You note, your brows rising in surprise, “Don’t let Ruffnut and Tuffnut anywhere near that.”

“Definitely not,” Hiccup laughs, patting the side of Toothless’s head, “We’re allowed, though. We can start our tour there. Come on, let’s go see some babies, bud.”

Toothless grumbles irritably, but dives towards the hatchery and lands gently on the grass beside it. You nearly slip off of his back just from the landing, but you manage to fake a landing when Hiccup slides off and takes you with him. You stumble towards him and he braces you with his hands on your arms, eyes wide in alarm.

“You okay?”

“I’m new to flying, remember?” You grumble, feet planted firmly in the grass, “I’m still getting used to landing.”

“That’s okay, it took us some time too.” Hiccup strolls towards the hatchery doors, but Toothless remains stubbornly sat outside, “We mostly crash-landed at first. Toothless probably won’t join us in the hatchery- the babies annoy him. But we can pretty much walk from here.”

You give Toothless a parting pat on the snout and trail behind Hiccup, stepping through the low entryway into the hatchery and feeling the air warm significantly.

It’s at least twenty degrees hotter here than it is outside on Berk. It’s stifling heat, the kind that’s hard to breathe in, and you wince as your clothes suddenly stick to your frame. Hiccup’s tunic seems a whole lot less appealing to wear now that it’s gathering sweat- you’ll really need a bath after this.

But the scenery makes up for the sweat; there’s dragons everywhere. Big ones, tending to their young, little ones, squirming and yelping in search of food, ones that haven’t even hatched yet in eggs that glow or rustle in place. There’s so many- you wonder how Berk even has room for more, and you follow Hiccup numbly, mindlessly as you stare in awe at all of the dragons.

“Aren’t they incredible?” He asks, and through the fondness in his tone, you realize: this is who he is. He’d told you the story of how he’d met Toothless just yesterday, but you’d failed to comprehend just how tightly bonded his soul is to that of a dragon’s. He was put on this earth to love them, and they all seem to return the sentiment as he walks past.

“Her clutch just hatched yesterday,” Hiccup points to a large dragon with what looks like warts on her body, “That’s a gronckle- that’s the kind of dragon that Fishlegs has.”

Hiccup was right- they’re chunky. But you’d been right too, gorgeous, and her eyes widen and seem to sparkle as she catches you admiring her babies. With a lolling tongue and a good-natured snort she nudges one of her rotund babies towards your feet, and the tubby thing gets rolled across the hay-strewn floor until it’s grunting and grumbling up at you.

It’s cute until it burps and sends a chunk of glowing magma towards your shoes. You stumble backwards in shock, feet sliding and failing to get a grip on the hay that’s littered across the floor. It’s Hiccup that has to brace you from behind, one hand on your back pushing hard against your weight, “Sorry! They’re not great at controlling themselves yet. You might want to steer clear of the fire-breathing ones.”

“Aren’t they all fire-breathing?” You ask, and you let him direct you towards a stall further down the building that’s now looking to you like an old, repurposed barn.

“Not exactly, no. Some of them shoot poison, some of them shoot deafening sound waves, some of them shoot scalding water, and some of them-” He catches sight of where you’re staring wide-eyed, terrified at him, “Uh, don’t worry about it.”

“I’m going to be shot with poison?” You blink rapidly, tense muscles on high-alert, ready to bolt for the door if need be.

“No! No, not at all.” Hiccup promises, “Just- stay away from that stall at the end?”

You shuffle three steps away even though you’re already twenty.

“They’re all friendly, though.” Hiccup walks you past two more stalls, an empty one and one with a pretty purple dragon inside, “And if the poison-thing did happen, which it won’t! - we have all the antidotes.”

“That’s reassuring.” You mumble, nearly tripping over a lithe baby dragon that weaves through your feet, “What’s that one?”

“A terrible terror!” Hiccup laughs, barely avoiding stepping on the thing himself. He plucks the lizard-like baby off of the ground, dropping it when it latches its gummy mouth onto his wrist and letting it hang there, his eyes narrowed in exasperation.

“They’re biters,” He explains, “But the babies don’t have teeth.”

“I can tell why they’re named terrors,” You spot the mother, nipping at the wing of one of her other babies halfway across the barn, “How do you fit this many dragons on Berk?”

“It’s difficult, sometimes.” Hiccup admits, “But a lot of dragons come and go. If they’ve found people that they attach themselves to, like Toothless and I, or Astrid and Stormfly, then they’ll primarily live here. But a lot of them just come to socialize and eat. There’s far more settlements in the forests nearby- traditional nests and burrows for those that don’t like being in small, wooden homes. These dragons have just come here to nest, and might not stay on Berk.”

What he’s describing sounds like a dragon’s paradise. Free food, no predators, and a warm place to hatch their eggs- you’re surprised more don’t stay on Berk. You certainly want to.

“But the babies imprint on people really easily.” Hiccup continues, lost in his own dialogue, “They’re more outgoing when they’re little, and if the babies stay, so does the mother.”

“Is it hard for the mothers? Being split up from their babies?” You eye a snoozing dragon in the corner, one with a tranquil blue crest spanning over her head, her scales the same azure hue.

“If a clutch is small, it’s pretty common for someone to take in the whole family.” Hiccup notices you staring at the blue dragon, “Like- that Hobblegrunt? She’s only laid one egg- they have small clutches. So they’ll be a package deal. Dragons with bigger clutches are usually less resistant to letting their babies be split up, but since Berk is so small, they’re never too far away.”

“She’s pretty.” You note, eyes roving over her coiled-up form, the barest hint of a jagged green egg concealed beneath her wing, “Are all of her species that color?”

“Actually,” Hiccup grins, stepping towards her with a rhythmic thumping sound over the wooden floorboards, “They change colors. She’s blue right now, because she’s relaxed- calm. She turns orange when she gets annoyed- that’s one step away from red, for angry,” Hiccup demonstrates by stroking a hand over her crest, disturbing her peaceful slumber. The rush of orange over her scales makes you gasp, and sure enough, she cracks her eyes open to let out a warning chitter at the man trying to rouse her from sleep.

“Don’t talk to me like that,” Hiccup teases, continuing to stroke over her scales. She gets a clearer view of him, her eyes finally wide open instead of persistently trying to close, and she croons in a greeting, her scales melting into a softer yellow hue.

“There we go. Yellow means happy.” He croons, scruffing at the bottom of her chin, “Do you want to meet her?”

“Is she a fire-breather, or a poison-spitter?” You ask warily, but you’re already stepping closer- albeit tentatively.

“Fire. But she’s even cooler than that. She can predict things before they happen, and she can influence other dragons’ moods. They’re considered lucky, y’know?”

Of course you didn’t, but the constant rambling is helping you feel a little calmer in the face of meeting yet another dragon. You’re worried she might become territorial around a stranger while cradling her unborn baby, and when her scales explode in a rush of purple you stop dead in your tracks.

“What does purple mean?”

“Curious. She’s just checking you out. Come on,” Hiccup gestures encouragingly towards the dragon, “Remember, if she doesn’t like you she’ll turn red. You’ll know if you need to back off.”

You step forwards again, one foot at a time, painstakingly slow until you’re planted firmly in front of the hobblegrunt. The scales at the very edge of her frill speckle between purple and blue, and when you present your hand like Hiccup had taught you she pushes her nose into it and snuffles hot and damp at your palm.

She closes her eyes, leans into your touch, and her scales shine brilliantly yellow again.

“All right, there we go!” Hiccup cheers, his eyes shimmering like her hide, “She likes you! A lot,” he notes, watching her rub her massive frilled head into your stomach, grumbling like she’s purring all the while. She uses the bottom of her chin to push against you, and you take the hint to rake your nails over the scales on her neck.

“She’s beautiful.” You hum, cradling her massive head in your hands, and she glows impossibly brighter under your touch. She’s got a massive underbite, fangs protruding proudly from her lower jaw that eclipse the upper ones. Her eyes are round and beady but endearing all the while, and her tongue is forked where it slithers out of her mouth to flick at your wrist. Her snout rears upwards in a point that looks like a horn but is made of the same flesh and bone that her other scales cover. She looks sharp and scary, especially considering the pointed tips of her head frill, but she rubs herself against you like a pro, expertly avoiding pricking you with any of her sharp body parts. The swell of her chin, protruded ever-so-slightly like the vocal sac on a frog but less malleable, grazes your stomach as she butts herself against your torso.

“She could be your dragon, y’know.” Hiccup suggests, his voice high-pitched and airy like he knows he’s pushing it, “If you’re going to stay on Berk, you’ll need one. And, I mean, she clearly really likes you. The fact that she’s let her guard down while you’re around her egg is huge. And if you’re bonded to her that’s just one more reason my dad can’t kick you out.”

“I think,” Your breath escapes you, and each word you manage to produce running on empty steals more of it from your lungs, “I- I’m not ready for that. Yet. Or- probably ever, because your dad still wants me gone, and I’m not going to have some spiritual experience with- with a fucking dragon and then sail away two weeks later. Hiccup this is-” All of a sudden you feel trapped, and you take the dragon’s head in your hands to redirect her elsewhere, gently pushing her off of you as you stumble backwards, “This is not. Fair. I can’t get attached to anyone here because if I have to leave again-”

“Relax.” Hiccup’s hand curls tightly around your bicep, holding you in place as if you’re going to flee from the hatchery and run wild into the forest, “Relax. It’s- okay. Really, it is. Let’s get some air.”

The hobblegrunt croons sadly after you as you storm for the doors of the hatchery, but you rush out without turning back. Tears prick at your eyes, suddenly and viciously, and you breathe out the air that’s trying to become a sob in your throat as you stare frantically over the wide, expansive forests of Berk.

Toothless, who’d been lounging lazily on the grass ten feet away springs to alert, grumbling questioningly as he pads over towards you. Hiccup stops three feet behind you, which you appreciate, but his dragon isn’t so courteous. Perhaps they’re not the best at reading human social cues.

Toothless nudges his giant snout into your back, gently enough so that you’re not knocked forwards into the grass. But you jump just the same, your skin feeling like it burns wherever it meets scales.

“I don’t want you to leave.” Hiccup speaks from behind you, and you let the wind whip your hair as you stay firmly turned away from him, “And you don’t have to. But- I almost think you want to.”

“I don’t.” You swear, your voice shaky and thick, “I- I want to stay here. It’s perfect here.”

“But… you don’t want to trust us. You don’t want to trust anybody.”

“I just met you,” You’re raw with emotion, and you bring one hand to your face to press aggressively against your mouth, “How can I trust you when-”

“I know, you don’t know me. But I trust you. You remember what I said earlier, right? You have to trust us too, if you want to stay? Berk is a community- a family. And if we let you in… you have to return the favor. And right now I don’t think you want to let anyone in. And I don’t know why, I don’t know exactly why, but I do know that you’re in crisis. Sure, Berk sounds great, but when you realize that you have to let people get to know you, you’d rather get back on your boat and sail away. But what are you gonna do at the next island you come across? Either they’re the same as we are, and they want answers, or they’re the opposite, and it’s miserable there. If you really want to stay,” Hiccup bridges the gap between you two, standing so that his shoulder rests against your own, “Prove it. Not today, if it’s too much. Not tomorrow, if you’re still panicking. But if you want my dad to let you stay here, you have to give him a reason to. He’s shipping you out because you’re a weary traveler- act like a Berkian, and he’ll let you become one.”

When the lump in your throat subsides- the one that had been there since he’d plucked you apart piece by piece and read your soul like a page from his tattered journal - you sniffle, “Are you Berk’s resident speech-giver? You’re-” You dash a tear off of your cheek, sniffling again, “-really good at it.”

“My dad’s are even more dramatic,” Hiccup chuckles, pushing his shoulder against your own, “Listen, I’m not trying to overstep. It’s just- Berk has no outsiders. We won’t let you live on the outskirts of the village for the rest of your life, hiding away from the community. We will flood your doorstep with bread and- and pastries and fish, and we will have our dragons airlift you out from your roof and bring you to the hall for dinner.”

“I’m finally getting used to flying on a dragon,” You huff, letting Toothless worm his way beneath your arm and bracing your palm against the flat of his head, “Please don’t dangle me underneath one.”

“Then let’s go make some more rounds.” Hiccup mounts Toothless again, offering you a hand, “All we have to do is make you a beloved member of Berk’s community, and then he can’t send you away.”

“More ass-kissing?” You ask, and he cranes his head backwards to nod affirmatively.

“More ass-kissing. Toothless, let’s get back to our tour. Just- stay away from home, okay? If Gobber knows we’re back he’ll give us stew.”

Toothless’s response is less-than-enthusiastic, so you’re sure he’ll fly out of sight.

If there’s a long way around Berk, Toothless is taking it. He glides low over forests and you catch a glimpse of a glittering lake or a set of rocky caves here and there. It’s a magnificent island, as beautiful and complex as the people there, and Toothless takes a detour around the island to tilt sideways and dip one of his wings into the sea.

It sends up an arc of airborne water that splashes towards you, and you shriek even though it doesn’t reach you. Hiccup laughs, and it’s a free sound as Toothless climbs higher into the sky, incline still low because neither of you are secured in a saddle. You wind up back over Berk’s cliffside forests, and the wind whipping past your ears croons like a violin.

Toothless arcs around the far side of the village, and a small hut stands in the shadow of the mountain that used to house the great hall. It’s currently a smashed pile of rubble, and you can see two blonde vikings and one two-headed dragon milling around in the wreckage.

“They’re getting right to work,” You laugh, mouth close to Hiccup’s ear so that he can hear you despite the rushing wind, “Who’s house is that? Behind the mountain?”

Hiccup groans, and you can feel it where your hands are wrapped around his stomach.

“Remember when I said Berk doesn’t have any outsiders?”

“Yeah?”

“Mildew is our exception.”

You’re almost afraid to ask who Mildew is, but when Barf and Belch swing their tails behind them and they strike squarely against the side of the wooden hut, a skinny figure explodes from the doorway, fists already raised alongside his voice. Toothless circles low, drifting towards the confrontation.

“I told you teens to keep your dragon away from my cabbage patch!” Mildew screeches, his rotted mustache swinging as he scowls at Ruffnut and Tuffnut, “If you can’t keep that beast away from my house I’ll have Stoick kill it, I will.”

“Barf and Belch could totally take down the chief.” Tuffnut laughs brashly, but when he sees you and Hiccup landing on Toothless mere feet away his eyes blow wide, “Not that we’d ever let him! Just- it could totally happen, they’re, like, the best dragon in the world.”

You land two reassuring pats on Toothless flank to ensure there’s no hard feelings. He warbles appreciatively, tossing his head back to grunt at you.

Hiccup glares exasperatedly at the man, “Just- ignore him. There’s no need to flatter Mildew- he’ll never like you no matter what. His opinion doesn’t matter. Mildew,” he calls, “-your cabbage patch is fine. My dad ordered the twins to rebuild the hall. They need their dragon to help them haul wood. If the great hall isn’t rebuilt, all you’ll be eating is your cabbages.”

“Oh, of course, it’s Hiccup to the rescue,” Mildew grouses, rolling his bulging eyes, “And I suppose your night fury’s going to help by burning my hut down?”

You slide off of Toothless, suddenly, inexplicably protective of the sweet black dragon, “He won’t, but I might. Do they call you Mildew because that’s what’s growing in your mustache?”

The man takes a good, bewildered look at you, clearly noticing you for the first time through his fit of unbridled rage. Ruffnut and Tuffnut snicker relentlessly at your sass but Hiccup manages to conceal a snort by swallowing it.

“Who are you?” Mildew’s lip curls into a snarl, “Another saboteur come to destroy our village? Not surprised Hiccup’s brought you- he’s always bringing disaster to Berk.”

“And what do you bring to Berk? Headaches?”

Toothless imitates laughter into the small of your back as Mildew waves his hands in frustration.

“Oh, it’s useless. Just wait- it’ll go wrong like it always does, Hiccup. And I’ll be here, like I always am, knowing I was right.”

“Oh I’m sure,” Hiccup calls, his voice dead as he leans exasperatedly on one leg. Mildew’s headed back for his hut, his head bowed and his mouth muttering angrily, “Thank you for prophesying our doom for the third time this week, Mildew. Much appreciated- I hope we don’t see you again soon!”

“What a dick.” You observe, watching the door to his hut slam shut so hard that one of the planks of wood splinters, “But seriously, is the Mildew thing about his mustache?”

“His house isn’t any cleaner.” Hiccup grimaces, “Ruff, Tuff, how’s rebuilding going?”

“Hiccup, it’s a breeze.” Tuffnut declares, propping one foot up onto a plank of wood at knee-height and looking very regal as he proclaims, “It’ll be done by sundown.”

Ruffnut, who’s on her knees clearing away the ground of its splintered wood planks, mutters, “Sundown six months from now.”

“If you just worked faster we’d be done by now,” Tuffnut groans, “Aren’t you done clearing the ground yet?”

“If you helped me-!” Ruffnut shouts, and stands to be eye-level with Tuffnut.

“Sweeping the floor is beneath me,” Tuffnut’s eyes narrow, and he braces himself on his knees.

“And we’re going,” Hiccup decides, grabbing your elbow, “It’s best not to witness their wrestling matches because then you can’t be held liable for not stopping them. And you don’t want to jump in.”

You see why, as the second you take off, they begin kicking and shoving each other. Helmets and their horns are used as weapons, burnt wooden planks are brandished as swords, and you hear someone scream as you fly out of sight.

“They’ll be fine.” Hiccup assures you, throwing a hand back to rest soothingly on your thigh, “They always are.”

The village of Berk is dense, but the outskirts are dotted with buildings here and there. You ask about a large silo and Hiccup informs you that it’s exactly what you’d think it was- a storage facility for grain, seeds, and any other dry ingredients that can be preserved for long winters. You wonder if you’d be able to steal some nuts for dinner- some flour to bake bread maybe?

“What about that one?” You ask, pointing at a blocky structure only a few yards away from the silo, “What’s that for?”

Toothless growls.

“Oh, that? That’s- uh, that was our armory. We have another one, it’s more central to the village and it’s stocked with our essentials in case of invasion. That one,” Hiccup’s voice turns sheepish, “Is where we threw all the stuff we don’t use to kill dragons anymore.”

“Oh.” Your brows raise, “So it’s just- full of… torture devices?”

“Pretty much.” Hiccup grimaces, “Toothless, take us down.”

The dragon lands roughly beside the armory, and Hiccup nearly falls off of his back. He catches himself on one of Toothless’s ear fins, and the dragon shakes his head to smack him with the other one in retaliation. You find yourself grinning despite the somber mood, and Hiccup gestures you towards the building.

“It’s cool stuff- great inventions.” He strolls towards the building, almost reluctantly, “But it’s a part of Berk’s past everyone wants to forget.”

Cracking open the massive doors reveal a spiked lance mere inches from your nose. You yelp, stepping backwards on instinct, and Hiccup catches you from where he’s standing only feet behind you.

“Careful. Everything either stabs or explodes in here.” He grimaces, “If you thought the dragons were dangerous…”

“This is barbaric.” You breathe, horror rising in your gut as you stare at the numerous devices made of iron and wood, all designed to snuff the life out of the creatures you’ve been making friends with all day, “These- why do you still have these?”

“What else would we do with them? We can’t exactly chuck them into the ocean.”

“Take them apart! Strip them for lumber,” You catch sight of something that looks like a guillotine and have to shut the doors again, “Hiccup, all of that stuff is just sitting there. No wonder Toothless hates it here,” You gesture to the dragon who’s chosen to sit beside the silos instead of follow you, “The dragons probably think if they step out of line you’ll break open the torture chamber.”

“They know we won’t.” Hiccup replies hotly, and you realize how offensive it might have been to suggest Berk would ever harm them again like they had before. But it’s haunting even standing there and looking at the contraptions- you can’t imagine the man in front of you ever using one.

“I’ll help you take them apart.” You offer quietly, hoping you sound kinder now.

“They- might be enough to make you a bed.” Hiccup notes, clearly accepting your feeble apology, “Y’know, so you don’t have to sleep on my floor again.”

“That’s something.” You hum, “But how are we gonna convince your dad to let me move a bed into your room if he still thinks I’m leaving as soon as he can find somewhere else for me to go?”

“We don’t need his permission if we sneak it in.” Hiccup shrugs, “But I’ll need help hauling this stuff down to the forge- I can’t exactly break apart the iron with my bare hands.”

“But you’re so strong and vikingly,” you tease carefully, staring at his arms that are miles skinnier than his dad’s.

“That’s it,” He scoffs, but his eyes betray him by twinkling in amusement, “You can drag this stuff down to the forge by yourself.”

He turns and pretends to leave you there, his gait too slow to effectively escape before you chase after him.

“Wait!” You laugh, grabbing his hand and tugging him back, “You haven’t even shown me where the forge is! Help me,” You turn him around, “Help me destroy these dragon-torture devices and bring peace to the island once and for all!”

“Once and for all,” He nods once, grinning, “Now you’re acting like a Berkian.”

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ask-inspector-adventure2 · 13 hours ago

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Inspector: well if he does have a bigger stage then I'm pretty sure it should be big enough for everybody else hopefully it won't be too much of a crowd speaking of that maybe we should let him know about doing another performance unless if he is busy with something else if he wants to maybe give us a little break before we do another performance prepared cuz I don't want to rush him I like going to the same area but if there's going to be so many and if he doesn't have a bigger stage then he should definitely be aware I mean wouldn't you do the same?

[Closed RP] Hazbin Hotel X Helluva Boss Alternative Love Life in “Double the Badass Double the Hellish Pleasure”

[Note: This RP is an Alternative Love Life which is a Crossover of Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss which includes: Romance, Nsfw, Vulgar language, Gore, and Music! Only those who are 21 or Over can Read/View This RP!]

In The Darkest Pits, The Bloody Walls, Tormenting Fires, and the Tortured …The Sinned…And The Damned souls surrounded all Called Hell and there was the biggest City of all Hell called ZiroCity and that city is as big and long as Hell itself and its inhabitants were Demons, Mutated Creatures, and even Feral Beasts and Even Demonic Kings that rule ZiroCity

There were Two Female demon Adults Who were just strolling down the streets of ZiroCity they both saw the Hazbin Hotel where demons can have the opportunity to Rehabilitate and be sent to heaven and then they saw the I.M.P Headquarters and then there’s the biggest Hellish Beach all around the City !

Those Female adult demons were Loona who is a Hellhound and who is [45] years old and Sylvia who is a Hellhound and Wolf Hybrid which was also [45] years old and as they were talking about their Day in work and how they want to go somewhere more different for the Summer season…

Loona who is wearing a Black Leather Jacket with a Hellhound Skull symbol on the back and Black Pants as for Sylvia who was wearing a White leather Jacket with a Black Hellhound/Wolf Skull symbol on the back and Black pants with a chain link the two adult demons were at the same height and same age but very unique personalities…

As the two continue to walk Loona noticed that the two should do something newer together on the surface And that doesn’t care what Blitz has to say about going to the surface to do something different as her Best Friend which was Sylvia nodded in agreement and then…

The next Day Loona “Burrowed” the Grimoire a Book owned by Stolas Goetia to Open up a portal to the human world as Sylvia asked her on how She got the book from stolas as Loona replied that she borrowed it when she and Blitz went to Visit Stolas about an Opportunity and also Stella and Octavia was there in the living room

As Blitz was having a conversation with Stolas as Loona secretly asked Octavia for a favor to burrow the Grimoire Book for a little Trip to the human world with a Close Friend as Octavia gave the book to her secretly with no hesitation as stolas was very busy taking care of his Plant while talking with Blitz about the Huge opportunity as Stella was Drinking her Usual Tea Listening but also was starting to have some suspicions about Loona and Octavia The way they spoke so Softly and Quietly as she walked towards the two and asked them on what they’re doing as Loona was Ignoring her because she was busy on her phone as Octavia said to her mother that she was just talking with Loona about that last job that she participated with Blitz as Stella kept an very close and secretive eye on them both as Loona Explained to Sylvia but Loona didn’t really give a shit and Summoned the Portal…

As the two entered through the portal to a random location which the location that they were in is City of Chicago it was Night and it was the start of summer which means it’s June…

But they didn’t realize where they were going and then Sylvia asked about using their human forms in the Hunan World as Loona Replied to her that she doesn’t really give a fuck and that they can do whatever the fuck they want as Sylvia smiled and giggled as she followed Loona in search of a nearby Bar where they can get drinks and do something newly out of this world or some chaotic situations until they encountered two Adult Men That caught their hellhound eyes…

One of the men’s Name was Riley who has a Messy Black two block hairstyle, Emerald Green Eye color, a 10 pack and is Tall [9”9 ft] and who is wearing casual clothes as he was speaking with his Long time Best Friend about the Adventurous world Exploration that the two have been doing together but was asking a question about if they will ever meet someone that catches their eyes…Until the two men then encountered the two same female anthropomorphic Hellhounds that caught their eyes too…

As Riley was surprised by the fact that he sees Two anthropomorphic Hellhounds and was utterly speechless at their Appearance of which their bodies were strong and also some parts were Magnificently substantial as the second Friend spoke first and said…

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xstardrops · 2 days ago

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Saja Boys x Manager Sim Update

Okay I forgot some stuff in the last post and just added something new every few hours, so lemme quick make an Update where everything is right- SO First of all, What is this? If everything is going as planned, this will be a Saja Boys x Manager Dating Sim/ Visual Novel, itll be a bit of everything, fluff, crack, angst, etc... There will be Multiple Routes, Choices and Endings. Maybe Manager looses their soul, maybe Manager finds true love, or maybe Manager just quits. We will see. Itll be an all fanmade project with people of the fandom who also enjoy the idea and wanna help at making this an actual thing.♥ Second, What we need. Lets be real I cant do that alone. So this project is looking for people who wants to join and help, we have a little Discord Server where everything and be discussed and people can brainstorm together! It would be great if you're 18+ in case we go down a spicy Route and you dont feel comfortable. I mean we dont go full nsfw but everybody should still feel comfortable! What we need are Some Artists = Sprites/ BG/ Gui/ etc (Everything art related really) Some Writer = Writer who can manage to write smooth and in character dialouges that are nice to read, and also narration and Managers Choices and text. Some Thinker = Some people who will figure out how the main story goes and ideas what to add, if its a serious story branch for a route or just a silly moments that should be added in a dialouge, to actual endings and so on. So we, when we're done have an actual Story and Routes, the writes can work with! Some Coder = I know the basics about coding but its been really long since I actually made something so I probably need a refresher too, so it would be great to have someone or more people who can help with that. Itll be just a Dating Sim/ Visual Novel kind of thing so hopefully nothing toooo hard to make. Sounds = If there are People who have experience with sound design or something and want to join this would also be great, even if its just a nice sound of bird chirping in the bg or a clicking noise. If any of those interest you, please fill out the Google Form https://forms.gle/7BD9mYgQeSDfscEv7 Nothing too fancy on there but itll be easer to have everything organized there! Ill be sadly kinda busy the next two days so I probably just add you on Discord and invite you into the server, when Im fully here again Ill start to give everybody some roles and we can start on the basics! Getting the rough Story down, Discussing some Routes, the artists can settle on an art style, and coding wise we can figure out what would be the easiest to use for this project! Also please, there is a self promo channel on the server, feel free to drop there everything you want drawing and writing wise id love to see them!!! So that should be the Final Post that has everything important in it, or ill go cry in a corner; But if you still have questions feel free to dm me here, Ill try to reply as quick as possible! With that I wish you all a nice morning/day/ evening!♥ Also apologizing for typos, english is hard-

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twilight-good-yall-dumb · 2 days ago

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This might come off as sort of cynical, but honestly, the boys' actions in the last few months have really proven their characters to me. I think I always knew they were genuine, but it's only become clearer to me. As absolutely vile as it is to think about, anybody with marketing sense is probably urging them to release new music or projects right now, to capitalize off the recent "interest" in the band and in their careers, and it's not lost on me how none of them have really taken advantage of that.

Zayn, whose tour had already been scheduled and sold out before Liam's death, did everything he could to leave room for grief, pushing back BOTH his UK and American tours (which must have been a massive hassle when you have so many contracts with venues involved). Otherwise, they've each taken time to heal, work on their art, and simply exist, all while the spotlight is very firmly fixed on them. They could have used this to their advantage, and they have done practically the opposite.

Zayn, leaving room for Liam's memory at every show of his tour, singing a song Liam used to sing, using a red microphone, dedicating one of his singles to him and playing it only during his tribute, speaking about him during the show in his hometown and making slight changes to represent him, allowing a space for the people who loved him to grieve, taking away the spotlight from himself. There's something very selfless about ending every show with a tribute and no encore. He literally left his audience with a memory of somebody else because that was more important to him than them leaving with a lasting impression of himself.

Louis speaking up for him boldly, taking time to remember him and to appreciate the effort of others remembering him, doing a show that benefitted small venues, playing in a soccer match that benefitted children around the world (a soccer match that Liam himself had played in only a few years prior). Living his life in honor of somebody he's made his love for very clear. Reconciling with Zayn, something Liam would have absolutely wished for them.

Niall staying out of sight for a while. Clearly doing his best to keep the attention off himself. When he finally did come back into the spotlight, it was unrelated to his music career, and clearly allowed him to find peace and fulfillment in something else for the time being. And even this was probably a commitment for him that he couldn't really avoid. He's part of a golf management company, he had to come out and support the people he made those commitments to. When the heartbreak weather anniversary came around, he simply rereleased some music and thanked everybody for their love, which frankly was a little bit of joy I (and many other fans) needed.

And then there's Harry. Harry, who so many had been speculating would announce or release new music just around the time Liam passed. Harry completely withdrew for months. For a while, it seemed he was rarely out in public, and refusing photos when he was. And every time he was spotted, he always seemed to carry a heaviness with him. No projects, no new music, no announcements. Just him living and grieving. And Harry, the "biggest" of them all, leaving his post about Liam, a photo of just him, as the top post on his Instagram account for over half a year now. A reminder to anybody who looks that this is who matters right now, that this is who we should be thinking of.

I think their relative silence in this time has been more powerful than we've given them credit for. Some other artists would have capitalized off of this. None of them have. In fact, I'd wager they've put projects on hold, stunting their careers temporarily to ensure that what's important is remembered.

These are men who loved their band and their bandmate. They will not let him be forgotten, that much I am sure.

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werezmastarbucks · 3 days ago

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U N19

U N7 masterlist 14/14 + 2 extra chapters

word count: 3257

music: bicycle by rm, blue by yung kai, all i wanted by paramore

warnings: yoongi's a babygirl (evil) (not really)

if he hasn't started inserting himself into your life, the feeling might have gradually settled to a cooling temperature where it would stop to matter in the end.

that's one thing you realise when he calls you.

Yoongi doesn't let you go on for longer than a week, without reminding of himself. the whispers behind his voice, drawn by your imagination, suggest that it is now a collective effort. you have no idea of scale of the operation, just how many people are involved in this scheme: you want to consult with HESCGC but find the chat has been abandoned, as in, everybody left it except for you. it breezes over with a somber, unpleasant feeling. why would they leave the chat even if it was inactive? you console yourself by saying they probably have a lot of chats in their messengers and get lost in them.

it's too early to think about Kim Seongjun yet, and your nights with Komangi are serene and full of rest, sometimes reinforced with comfort when Yoongi calls. he switches from texts to those, and you don't notice until it's too late. he calls more and more, often to speak about nothing, and one night you're suddenly sharing news and the bedroom starts smelling like spring in the middle of September.

"age definitely made me less dramatic", he mentions casually one night, "everything seems so simple nowadays".

"wasn't simple before?"

"it used to be cloudy. can you help me out?"

you like how his voice goes up politely, repeating the rainbow's bend, when he's being shy.

"with what?"

"i have to perform in Pohang next Sunday", he grumbles. it sounds like there's a gun at his temple. you think he's being cunning.

"you can always say no. hope that helps?"

he chuckles.

"no, i have to. chaebol will be there".

sometimes you're reminded of the nature of his job. it's been a while since you even thought of them as idols. so many years after they started they don't come across restricted at all, to you. it's a fine shake to reality: he will always be an idol, no matter how far he runs from it and how many ties he manages to sever with the scissors of success. there will always be at least one left. it's how the country works.

"you want me to protect you?"

"yeah. can you come?"

"i will".

Yoongi doesn't send you his schedule anymore; arrangement is outdated. now he calls you once a week at night, because the daytime is busy; sometimes he sounds tired, sometimes, joyful. a break is only a break for those who have a child or a pregnant wife to care for. the others are still working their assess off, but also in Yoongi's case it's something that he chooses.

"you have pears yet?" he asks.

"yes, do you have apples and plums?"

"too many, i don't pick them at all".

"you should gather them and send to Taeyang".

he puffs instead of an answer.

"i am kind of so busy".

you chuckle. you think you should come over to Seoul more often, maybe every other weekend. have coffee with Yuri who is suffering without you; or even with all the girls.

you decide to take the fast train that will take you to Pohang in an hour. Yoongi's schedule aligns with yours in that you can catch it at five and be there for the beginning of the show. he wants to catch up before he goes on stage; but the evening just doesn't go as planned.

if you had chosen to be there later, and gone for the usual suburban train that rides with all stops for two hours, you might have actually been there earlier. the Busan express runs someone over on the tracks; the passengers peek out of the windows as you all remain stuck on the iron rails and wait, for almost an unbearable time. you send him a text saying you'll be late because of someone's suicide. when you finally make it to the arena in Pohang, you enter the stadium, vibrations drumming through the bones in your feet and climbing up to your chest, and Mr. Lee meets you. you can hear the sounds of Yoongi's music as he's performing. the huge screen doubles and broadcasts all his movements, delaying him only for a fraction of a second; he's in a white silk shirt and doesn't get to rap about his dick tonight; it's a charity event for the cultured people. you haven't heard this full-instrumental version of Seesaw in a long time; feels fresh with his new, soothing voice.

"am i very late?" you scream to Mr. Lee, walking right before you. he turns back for a second.

"third song".

his big thumb goes up to calm your mind. you put your hands into the pockets of your leather jacket as you walk slowly through the narrow paths, snaking in the middle of seats and railings, in the sea of purple. feels like a magic forest for a second; the mellow and melodic voices of the Armys singing along make it sound like a lullaby even with the drums.

he takes you backstage and leaves, stepping into his black spot: Mr. Lee is more often there, than he's visible. with time, even though you generally didn't get to see him as much as Yuri did, he started seeming like an uncle to you. always a tight smile under the guise of a busy frown. strong forehead, curious eyes. this dude laughs so much more than he wants to let on. you step away from the light as well; people swarming to and fro, they are busy. you take off your jacket, and the shoulders turn out to be covered in small shivers. the air is sliding through the uneven open space of the gloomy backbone of the stage. music is booming. his voice is thundering with echoes, projected into another direction, here, behind his back, it sounds distorted. you figure you haven't been to any music shows in a while and should catch up; Busan's a big city, and even international bands come over sometimes. your head bobs together with the rhythm of the music, a blend of songs from different years, the lyrics fluctuating from angry and rash to thoughtful and optimistic. Yoongi doesn't speak much in between them, knowing that he has a defined window of time to do his seven pieces and get off the stage, but you hear him eventually call to hear his name shouted, in his raspy voice he uses to tease the audiences. they erupt in an ecstatic yell; most of them have grown alongside Yoongi and never lost their longing for him. just like you. somewhere in the arena, there's a girl who is turning a respectable age next year, who still has a weird little tear in her heart when she hears her old friend Suga. or, worse, you think, rubbing a piece of someone's old chewing gum stuck to the floor, with the tip of your sneaker. a young beautiful girl, glowing that special shine that sets her apart from the mature, who is ready to do anything to get to him. who has the same kind of desperate desire for him that you used to have. who isn't dancing now, isn't reacting like the rest of the crowd, but just stands there, looking at him with those starry, dreamy eyes you used to have.

his segment ends, and the crowd sends him off with the last roaring hug flying onto the stage. the chokehold that Bangtan still has on this country... about 70% of the stadium is there for him and not the others. they should be sure to remember that.

you move yourself a bit further, feeling the surge of stylists and workers pacing closer, as Mr. Lee opens the curtain and lets Yoongi in - or out - and they surround him, undressing him from the wires. he refuses the towel, nodding, then you see his eyes searching for you. he asks something, and the guardian points at you as you step out of the shadow a little and wave at him. the way he starts moving, with his hand extended, like he wants to run away immediately, makes a funny parallel to the first time you ever met face to face. you catch his palm that slides up your arm and eventually grabs your shoulder in a hug. he moves your body away, starts walking at once, putting distance between you and the noise.

"sorry i'm so late", you murmur.

"did you arrive now?"

"no, i heard seesaw".

"oh", your bare shoulder is soft against his silk shirt. you hope he can keep it; the pearl shade of white looks stunning on him. the friction makes the strap of your dress slide down and you adjust it.

"you missed summer".

"sorry".

"it's alright, i'm just yapping".

he puffs his cheeks, releasing the adrenaline from the stage.

"we always talk about breaks and i always start missing performing together after six months".

"that seems to be the tendency with you reluctant septuplets".

he gasps theatrically, opening the door of the dressing room for you.

"that is so right".

"if you were girls, you would all get your periods simultaneously, while being in different countries".

he looks like he's having a small enlightenment at your words. as soon as the door closes, he puts the other hand on you, giving you a proper hug, but the nature of your dress turns it somewhat sensual. Yoongi doesn't hide the way he's looking at the curves of your body as he kisses you on the cheek. this is turning too casual, and you're not sure you mind. you haven't clicked your teeth at him in a while.

"where do you wanna have dinner?" he asks as he sits himself into the chair. all the products are already neatly arranged on the desk in front of him, but there are no stylists to wipe the makeup off him. he takes a bottle of liquid and taps the cotton pad on it. you decide not to be too useless, so you walk over to him, taking in his new hair, the usual side bangs and a small mullet, with strikingly black hue again. the hair clips are right there in front of him, but he doesn't use them, rubbing his forehead. you move his bangs away and pin them up with the clips, and he looks almost criminally cute. you actually want to bare your teeth and scold him for the face he makes, as he gives up to your hands. his fingers tug at your hip to pull you on his lap, but you gently push them away, bowing instead and offering the view of your cleavage. his skin is a map of his life; lines going down from his nose and the laughing wrinkles at the corners of his eyes; one monolid and one double. acne scar on his cheek: you have a similar one on your forehead. he simply refuses to lose the cheeks. you rub off the foundation carefully, removing the darkness from his eyebrows.

"i have a job offer for you", he mutters.

"what's the pay?"

he thinks a little.

"two kiwis and one scare a day".

your lips curve in a smile.

"you can keep it".

it's weirdly therapeutic, even calming, to work on his face. it's a gesture for sure, you see his eyes become more and more soft as you clean him. after, you send him off to the bathroom to wash, and he returns the usual Yoongi, bangs standing up, lips pouting, the way you used to see him in Seoul all the time. his eyes are searching for something around you and the chair you're sitting on.

"where's your bag?"

"i have none".

"ah". he blinks.

"i thought you'd stay for the night".

you raise your brows a little.

"tomorrow's Monday, i need to be at work. i figured i'd be coming for the show".

he rubs his hands, thinking, with the expression of refusal that he doesn't display often. chews on his cheek. maybe if you hadn't been so late he would've let it go, but there was a reason you put on this dress specifically. actually, you're not sure what the reason was. guess to tease him, simply. see how weak he really is.

Yoongi steps out of the dressing room and closes the door quietly, then you're left for a couple of minutes on your own. you fidget with the two colorful hair clips in your fingers, then step back to the mirror and put them back into place, turn off the light.

he returns, moving a little more swiftly, with a different light on his face.

"okay, i will take you to Busan", he says. you nod.

"you hungry?"

"nope, i had a little..." he pauses, "are you?"

you shake your head no. put your jacket back on and he changes into casual clothes, then leads you out, and down the corridor.

"aren't there people outside?" you ask and get your tail from under the jacket.

"about a hundred people", Mr. Lee says, "there's no other way out".

you are surrounded by the security, Yoongi's assistant Vicky and her minions, and the other staff that belongs to the arena.

"just walk over with us", Mr. Lee advises, "you can let your hair down".

Yoongi smirks about something. it's a trap he's leading you in, slowly, pretending it's nothing. you remove the tie and let the hair spread on your back and cover your face as you approach the exit. Yoongi pulls his mask up and puts his hand through the hair.

"you first".

Mr. Lee tugs you along and you leave into the short path leading to the car, trying not to look to the sides, but also, don't appear too scared. Vicky is at your shoulder. a dozen unhurried steps, and you jump inside the black suv, and the door slides closed behind you. you can see Yoongi emerge then, walking slowly to the purple ribbons who separate him from the people. he signs something, shakes hands, turns around to get into the camera shot, then moves on. about three minutes later, the door slides open again, and Mr. Lee puts his hand up to protect his head, as he gets inside.

"looted some food", he laughs, showing you crackers packs. they make you giggle for some reason.

you ride through the evening Pohang, already dark and still mysterious to your eye. been here only once, haven't memorized much except for a veinous-looking bridge and a giant hand reaching out from the sea. the car only takes you to the hotel where you lose everybody except Yoongi.

you think about one of the songs from your long-abandoned U N7 playlist, while the rental seamlessly slides along the highway. they didn't take away his license after all, only fined him a hefty amount; Vicky paid it without him having to remind her. the yellowish-white flower-shaped lights fly by the road so quickly that they turn into a garland, and the peace inside the car is so good-natured that it's almost unbearable. you thought you had Yoongi in your life as a character, years ago, but now he is really here, consciously. he is slow. he lives unhurriedly, eats without haste, takes his time to think, falls in love slowly. you barely speak on the way to Busan, he only yawns a couple of times and asks if there are any crackers left. you hum along with the music, and he pulls the skirt of your dress up you knees to see the scars from two months ago. now it's a light crust, small cuts covered in dark-red rough skin in the shape of the shards of a meteor. he needs to leave again in the morning, quite early because it's now a road back from Busan; by midnight you're at home, and he walks over to the back yard first, to see the pear trees. Komangi is wandering there like the mythological spirit that is getting ready to offer him a wisdom or a task; Yoongi picks up a couple of pears and walks back, satisfied.

the whole time you're feeling like you were going to trap him with the dress, but instead, as usual, he traps you; his hands easy and skilful with the knife above the table, he cuts the pear into small pieces and puts them in his mouth. it's pale-yellowish-green, very similar to the tiles in the bathroom on the first floor of his house. you feel connection to everything now.

"you want some?"

you open your mouth and he puts there a little piece of the pear. as your teeth work it, you're reminded of the supreme quality of the tree-grown garden fruit. so, that's why they all like the confiture so much. there's been a lot of sun this summer and autumn; September is still hot, with rains coming much later in the month. Komangi enters the kitchen and rubs himself against your leg, and you reach down to caress him on the lean back.

"i love you", Yoongi says, peeling the skin off the pear butt. your hand lightly taps the table, and you both look away. the unwillingness for the direct eye contact unites you.

"i was going to say it about three years ago, but i decided you'd slap the soul out of me".

you lean against the wall as Komangi leaves your side for the food bowl.

"smart".

the kitchen is pretty dark, the only light is the golden glimmer from the back yard. you feel comfortable like this; this apartment has been awesome. kitchen smells like your perfume: fruity and sweet.

"Busan didn't help", you muse, "i am still obsessed with you".

"oh, thank god", he drops the knife and the pear and pushes the chair away as his body rises. Yoongi steps to you and bows, finding your mouth with his sweet heart-shaped lips. you put the palm to the side of his face, tenderly, and he leans in.

Yoongi lowers himself and sits on your lap, keeping half of his weight on his toes, so you can breathe and wrap your arms around him.

actually you think he's been very calculating about it.

the cold nonchalance of his lewd offer a year ago, the gradual new habit of having him near, the kinks in place of conversations, the rare meetings and business texts, might have all been parts of his scheme. HESCGC.

you've been loving him in the way that would've made it impossible to have him, for six and a half years. the person who fell in love with him now, in a little more than twelve months, is a different person. less prone to romanticizing feelings. more cautious but less self-hating. the people who met almost a decade ago are different people now. Yoongi has always been smart and you don't care to ask him whether he was purposefully creeping up on you steadily and slowly. it doesn't matter. his face pressed into your palm, the weight of him crushing your lap, he is now here. yours. Jungkook's hand in yours under the plum-dark night sky in Prague, drizzle sobering you up. the tapioca boy was probably the best thing that did happen to you.

taglist: @ktownshizzle , @benyhime , @ryryvna , @amarawayne , @mar-lo-pap , @lili-spots , @kiki-zb

#yoongi imagine #min yoongi x reader #yoongi x reader

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hunting-for-sport · 2 days ago

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everybody give it up for another dess design that'll probably become completely outdated by next year

notes about the designs + my hcs under the cut thx bye

most of my thoughts revolve around the post-bunker design but some notes on the normal first:

dess largely looks like carol, but has rudy's hair color, sort of an inverse to noelle

blue streak in her hair was based on the one kris has in their ch. 3 lightners live minigame design (saw the idea of them having that bc of dess floating around and wanted to incorporate it, definitely not my idea originally)

outfit was based on what we saw of dess's closet in ch. 4 and hairstyle was based on the silhouette we got in ch. 3 (did change her antler shape from that to resemble carol's more though)

onto the post-bunker design/story that exists in my head:

obviously this design operates under the assumption that dess is the roaring knight, this is essentially a light world design for that and thus i tried to stick with a similar silhouette to the knight's

i feel like dess's body in this form isn't "alive" in the traditional sense, but that she got so mixed up with the darkness/whatever it is that's in the bunker that it's allowed this body to persist despite that (bc so much of this body is reliant on darkness, it/she functions significantly better in the dark world as the knight than in the light world)

took a lot of ideas about how this works from the dialogue we got from the goners/gaster followers in ut, i feel like whatever happened to dess is a similar to deal to what happened to him, falling into something much bigger than you and get scattered because of it

related to that point i think it's possible that because of that, multiple "versions" or pieces of dess could exist, namely the piece still bound to her body, that acts as the knight, and another piece that was forced out by the darkness, leaving it stuck, lost in the bunker/the dark

(below gets into incredibly speculative territory and is more of a writing exercise than anything, i don't think much of this is particularly plausible in the grand scheme of deltarune's story nor am i trying to say it should be)

something else that's pretty obvious in the images i pasted as references is that i had signalis on the mind while working on this and being familiar with that game is sort of important context for the next couple notes

based on what we know of dess right now, how despite her not actually being physically present in the game she seems to exert such an undeniable force on the narrative while remaining just out of reach, currently she's kind of like ariane from signalis to me, particularly whatever part of dess is left stuck in the bunker, in that i think whatever force she's exerting on the story is not just metaphorical/emotional, but something tangible, something that's actively changing the world this story takes place in, something that insists she and the "promise" we've heard referenced over and over must not be forgotten

i think that the knight and this version of her body may very well be a part of that force, the roaring knight bearing far less of dess's actual consciousness and acting more as a satellite, manifested by dess to fulfill whatever it is the knight, carol, asgore, and kris are attempting to do (likely something that has to do with restoring dess's body, or flatout undoing whatever happened that night she went missing? we still don't have any solid confirmation)

last but not least the reference to the concept of gestaltzerfall, which again came up as an idea because of signalis, but that fits really well with the concept of dess i've created in my head, with the concepts main definition aligning with the decomposition (both physically and metaphysically) of dess, and it's secondary description, similarly to it's use in signalis, aligning with the idea of output signals of the brain, in this case dess's, reaching and affecting far beyond where they're supposed to

okay finally i'm done that's all i had left to say if you read this far thank you i hope you were able to make any sense of my rambling also go play signalis it rules

#i hope y'all fw this #honestly it's not even that different to some other dess designs i've seen out there i just really wanted to draw her #she fascinates me #deltarune #deltarune fanart #december holiday #dess holiday #dess deltarune #the roaring knight #the knight deltarune #deltarune spoilers

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queersyourgender · 3 days ago

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Do you have anything cooking for Dr.Ellis? I think i’d pay real money to have her smile at me.

Something Nice — Parker Ellis x GN!Reader

Notes: I feel that on a spiritual level, Ayesha knocked that shit out of the park and right into my heart... Je suis SMITTEN!! And now, so are you ;3c

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Everybody and their grandmother knew you were absolutely smitten with Dr. Parker Ellis. It wasn't just common knowledge, it was fact. If someone looked up the expression head over heels in an idiom dictionary, your face would pop up next to a picture of Parker. That's how bad it was.

You're an x-ray tech, so you're rarely seen out and about on the hospital grounds. Usually, it's nurses and med students who are the ones to come to you to receive updates and results. One time, just once, during her second year of residency (because, you've been nursing this crush for two years), Dr. Ellis was the one who came in.

You never forgot her from that day forward. You doubted she even knew your name, but you definitely knew hers. You knew perhaps too much about her, about her camaraderie and family-like relationship with her attendings Jack Abbot and John Shen.

The only reason you knew this is because you thought you'd been subtle while asking around about the doctor with the beautiful smile. Now you live in a Hell of your own making, when John stops you at even turn and asks you if you've even introduced yourself yet.

So yeah, you don't really leave your little hidey-hole much. But sometimes, just sometimes, you need a break from the images of broken skeletons. Especially when they're little ones. So today, after glancing at the clock only to find it reading midnight, not even halfway through the shift yet, you sigh and get up off your chair to take a walk.

The Emergency Room isn't exactly anyone's top spot for a relaxing break away from traumatic displays, but it's the one you seek out anyway, given that it's the only other place in PTMC you have any friends in. You saunter around aimlessly, hoping John is around to take your mind off of things with his nonchalant attitude and stupid little iced coffees.

It's not John you find.

It's her, in all her radiant beauty, talking to Dr. Abbot and pointing down at her chart to ask him about something or another. The older man spots you first, and a downright evil smirk crosses his face as he waves you over, like you have any reason to be part of that conversation at all.

Still, when Parker curiously looks up to see who it is he motioned over to talk, you have no choice but to heed the call and walk towards them, heart racing in your chest. “Hey, kiddo,” Jack greets you amicably, though a little teasingly. “What're you doin’ out of your burrow?”

“Just needed a break,” you say, cringing at the way your voice leaves you high-pitched and strangled. Jack doesn't seem worried, since he knows that you're only panicking because this is the closest you've ever stood to Parker since you met her, but she doesn’t know that.

So she asks you if you're alright, and she uses your name. Your jaw drops slightly at that, blinking at her in pleasant surprise as the butterflies in your stomach start throwing raves. “You know my name?” You can't help but ask, like some kind of middle schooler with a crush, and Parker cocks a brow.

“I wouldn't forget a face like yours,” she says casually, and it completely knocks the wind out of your lungs. Visibly, it seems, because she suddenly smirks, like she now knew something you didn't. She turns to her attending and gives him a nod. “Anyways, I've got to go check in with Room Two. Thanks for the consult, doc.”

Before she leaves, she very minutely tilts her head in your direction and smiles. Your knees nearly give out as she gives you a mock-salute and says: “You should come out here more often. Wouldn't hurt to see something nice every now and then.” Then she walks off like she didn't just upend your entire night.

“Don't pass out, kiddo,” Jack half-jokes, eyeing you like you actually might, and you bury your no doubt flaming red face into the palms of your hands to muffle your scream.

#the pitt #the pitt x reader #x reader #parker ellis x reader #parker ellis #reader #jack abbot

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riemanifests · 2 days ago

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Get your desires this month.

it's July everybody! which means a fresh new set of 30 days to manifest what you want. you should have no issue manifesting your desires by the end of this month, unless of course you play some stupid games, well then you'll win some stupid prizes. there is no excuse. you have more than enough time and i don't want to hear about any "3d time limits". you are the god of your reality so nothing can stand in between you and your desires but you. and yes not even time is your enemy because time is something you can control as well, it's fake. if you just decide you have it right now and don't go back on that then you will have it by the end of the month. don't focus on the "how" or "when", just focus on being at the end already. stay there and just let reality do its thing since it will reflect you anyways. and live your damn life!! omg stop checking the 3d and sitting around waiting, go ahead and get some hobbies or something smh. and if you have multiple desires you want to manifest then write a full list and just start telling yourself everything on your list manifested. tell yourself that every single day and every time you think about something. it doesn't matter what happens today, tomorrow, or next week, you keep telling yourself that. it also doesn't matter if it looks like nothing is happening, you persist anyways. you want it don't you? so claim it and persist. whether or not your desires manifest is entirely up to you and entirely on you. you can do it, but are you going to actually do it? we'll see.

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silverflameataraxia · 1 day ago

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As much as I hate Cassian, he's not a character that I fully understand.

Why does he want to mean something to Nesta when he acts like she doesn't mean anything to him?

How does he say that he has no regrets in life except not having time with Nesta, and that he'll find her in the next life, and then gift lingerie to another female right in front of her?

How does he say that Nesta's unlovable and that she should leave the Night Court when he spent months tracking down a Winter Solstice present for her that cost him an indecent amount of money?

How does he tell Nesta that they're trying to help her and then tell her that everybody hates her?

How does he take Nesta on a punishment hike, get off on the thought of her misery, neglect her so badly that she faints and almost falls off the mountain, treats her so horribly that she has a mental breakdown, and then a month later promise her forever?

How does he talk about Rhys and his mother being the two people dearest to him (but not Nesta), and then go to all her favorite taverns and go back to the Hewn City to record their music for her Winter Solstice present?

How does he list one thing that he likes (not loves) about Nesta, and then spends weeks learning to dance so he can dance with her at Winter Solstice?

How does he want Nesta to ask him to spend the night, and then the morning after Nesta finds the courage to ask him to stay, he leaves her to throw snowballs with his brothers?

How can he want Nesta's love, and then never say "I love you" in return?

How can he resist the Crown's control to not harm Nesta but be conflicted when Rhysand threatens her?

How can he spend 500 years wishing for a mate and then never choose or prioritize her?

I just don't get him.

#acotar #cassian critical #nesta archeron #acowar #nessian critical #pro nesta #acofas #nesta #acosf #nesta acotar #hofas bonus chapter #nesta acosf #nesta deserves better #nesta supremacy #nesta stan #free nesta archeron

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ctrlaltengineer · 3 days ago

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06-30-2025 // 11:45 am

I have been skipping some beats lately, which is not ideal. I've been consistent the whole semester but now, the critical end part. I spent a pretty good weekend and I think I am now over the burnout phase of this semester. I have also bought a fan, so studying at home should now be something easier to do! Wishing everybody a productive day :)

#study motivation #study #studyblr #study hard #study with me #studyspo #study mood #study tips #study mode #study abroad

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inourselveswetrust · 20 hours ago

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okay so i hust finished the updated demo

SPOILERS

1) our fight with august was yummy but also why is he in my house wtf get OUT (i hate him) (me when it’s time for my confusingly intimate angsty friendship of the year)

mega spoilers

2) BRO??

WE’RE A PRISON GUARD???????? i did NOT see us becoming a prison guard but YAY we got hired. also working under august’s stepdad like please….

3) wren appreciation post i just made out with them this update

4) WOOHOOO more blair content. guys i didnt just hug them i embraced them and i hung out with their dog. blair ftw.

5) neve is a sweetheart i like that we’re getting to know them a little more through the updates. i really like their character because they kind if highlight how desensitised everybody else is to violence and deatha dn murder and also fuck yeah neve and mc are board game buddies but i geberally just really like the duality of their character sometimes

6) caseyyyyyy if it’s too much work i understand and am perfectly fine with casey not being a fling but. they are so scrumptious u would appreciate them as a fling / side ro b ut i also feel like they’re going to die they’re too good to be true. also i really like their sense of morals too. i like how casey is like “i never understood ignorance to make life easier” (if that was the line? something of the sort) becayse it’s kind of like a verbal moral that all if the characters follow. yk wren knows everything and sook us out specifically to investigate. neve is literally a journalist nothing else needed. blair isn’t letting our dismissal fade over. august pmo screw that guy they might fit in their somewhere but im actually too mad at them to think about them rn (you did a great job with the conflicts if their character and the conflicts we feel about august)

7) why is august ib my house and wdym “i want you to be safe” YOU PUT ME HERE “wren and (the other person they mentioned whos name is escaping me) just want something drom you. i dont want something from you.” WHAT. stfu. (you write your characters so well. so so well.)

8) drugs ooh. we found drugs in the drone drops. im so interested in them. what are they?? where did they come from?? who invented them?? what do the prisoners know that i want and why do they want them so bad?? what haooened to the dead brunette? did she overdose? bro. what. what are these drugs???

9) your writing style is so good tooooo i love it. you write so well. 😋😋😋.

10000/10 for this update. so glad you dropped it!!!!!!!!! take the rest you deserve

anon...

you just... made my day

these are the type of messages i love getting! it's so fulfilling after all the time spent writing. this is what i look forward to most after an update

i feel like i should pay you for this in-depth analysis and review!

thank you so much for sharing!! ❤️💙

#sweet anon #spoilers #ro: august #ro: blair #ro: wren #ro: neve #ro: casey.. maybe?#anon ask

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xstardrops · 2 days ago

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FORM

Okay I really didnt expect People to react so good to the idea ahhh- So after already talking with some people yesterday about it, everybody agreed on a Discord Server. Thats the Plan for now. We can have everything seperated there, everybody can talk to eveybody and share ideas annd things they made! On the other Hand I expect people to behave, no fighting, no bullying- this is all going to be a chill fun project thats supossed to be fun okay! (For those who havent seen the other post, this is a project about making a Saja Boys x Manager Dating Sim/Visual Novel) To Have everything sorted out I made a little Google Form, just to have it all at the same place and not everywhere on Tumblr; https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLScaBYbXbeOkF_CbKGxJmTBiNRGkQcRIAVSAsVMvTZM0XM8yyA/viewform?usp=header There are actually just 3 things on it =Discord (Should Explain itself, I kinda need it to add you) =Section (In what Section of the game you wana help out with) -That doesnt mean you just have to focus on your choice, you can help with everything if you feel like it or change your mind mid server later, its just something so I have a rough overview okay so dont sweat it♥ =And if you have anything you really want added in the game (Thats just something for me to see maybe some main plots in the start we can work or way to so nobody gets dissaponinted!

Just in case the game gets a little "spicy" not nsfw or something but yknow, targeted to adults, would be great if youre 18+ so everyones on the same page! So Like I said in the other post, this is going to be a free fanmade project, so no money involved. Itll be just a nice fandom project♥ If you still have any questions you can still dm me here, happy to answer every question! I also wanna thank everybody for the great reactions yesterday it made me really happy ahhhh! So I wish you all a great day! Also I hope the form works

#kpop demon hunters x reader #kpop demon hunters #kpdh #saja boys x reader #saja boys #visual Novel #Dating sim

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lilchan076 · 2 days ago

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Se-mi x shy! Reader x Min-su

FLUFF🎀☁️☁️☁️🎀

Warnings: basically just fluff, normal squid game stuff.

A/n: se mi doesn't die and they all get out and life a happy life cause I'm just delusional like that😄

(Y/n's pov:)

I sat alone in the huge room, frozen in fear from the previous game - red light green light. I can't believe i passed due to my fidgeting and disability of staying still.

Classical music filled my ears as the lights flicked on. Hundreds of people started stirring out of their sleep. The intercom explaining the next game will begin shortly.

Walking up the colorful stairs after eating the provided breakfast, like walking towards death. Everybody piled into a room with two race tracks.

"You will form teams of 5 now." My heart dropped, my gaze slowly finding the ground. My breathing picked up its speed, and my hand raked through my hair. I was going to die. Nobody here would ask me - i was a girl, looked 'weak', I didn't even look smart. Nobody would even glance towards me-

"Hey." I heard behind me. I didn't react, thinking it was someone from the crowd of people talking to someone else. Until it was followed by a tap of my shoulder, I paused before turning around to a tall, somehow handsome woman. Looking up at her, she smirked slightly in approval.

"Want to team up, cutie?" She looked at me with a flirty gaze. I was stunned for a second before pointing towards myself, whispering a clueless "Me..?" Stupid, she's looking right at you. Why did you already have to mess up? Great way to look like an even worse teammate.

I stopped scolding myself when I heard her laugh, her finger resting on her upper lip. Was that a never mind this girl's stupid laugh or a-

She nodded. "So what is it?" She looked at me expecting an answer. My lips were parted slightly in disbelief, but I nodded my head. She seemed pleased and intertwined our hands, pulling me along to find the rest of our team. My lips twitching into a grateful smile, admiring her as she studied all the people in the crowd. Daydreaming until-

"Hey you." She called out to a short boy, he cautiously turned around and turns out hes really cute. He looks at her, then me who was behind her peeking out.

"Want to join us?" She looked at him up and down with a smirk. Did she treat everyone like that? The boy nodded.

"I'm se mi, what are your guy's names?" She let go of my hand instead, placing it on my lower back as if she was testing how nervous she could get me.

"I- uh my name? It was um - i mean, it is - my name is y/n." She smirked before turning to the boy.

"It's park... min-su." He averted his eyes to the ground.

"How'd you two even end up in this place?"

Before anyone could answer a purple haired guy, i had already noticed and noted to stay away from walking up to us with his friend interrupting.

"Senorita, escuse me." Se mi turned around.

"I want you to join our team." He was confident, something i wasn't. I looked up at her to see how she reacted. She had a unbothered and amused look.

"Hm, why should I?" She was so cool.

(Gyeong su doesn't exist here)

"You stick around me, and you'll be safe, okay?" Se mi looked away

"Yeah, about that, I was already talking to two other people and -"

"No problem! Who is it?"

She hesitantly looked to the side but moved to the side and looked towards the both of us. Thanos looked at us then se-mi

"I'm getting mad loser vibes, dude -" thanos silenced him before walking up to us, I started to step back, but se-mi placed a reassuring hand on my back before crossing her arms and watching thanos like a hawk.

"Whats up, nice to meet you, my friends. Welcome to the thanos world." He said with some hand signs before backing up."You two cute. Come on."

We all sat in a line as they explained the rules. When they said the games, I knew I could do ddakji.

Time skip: your teams turn

The guards connected the chains on our feet together. Se mi throwing her arm around my shoulder, and min su who was next to her. The gun shotted and all of you quickly started walking. thanos controlled the speed. First was me, ddakji. I quickly grabbed the paper and threw it down, making it the first try. The guard forming an O. "Pass"

"I knew you wouldn't let me down." Se-mi smiled genuinely as we continued the fast-paced walk. I nodded and smiled to myself at the praise.

Flying stone came next, and se-mi also hit it her first try. Min-su struggled with gong-gi, but the guy named nam gyu was threatening him.

When we all got back to the room, se-mi kept me and min-su close. Sitting down on the stairs, Se-mi on the left and min-su on the right.

Nam-gyu turned and looked at min-su, grabbing his attention before saying to count up the remaining players. Min su started to stand before se-mi grabbed his shoulder and sat him down again.

"Hey, dont be a idiot, why bother counting? Those masked guys will come in here and tell us anyway."

"Just shut the fuck up bitch okay?" Before Se-mi could argue back Thanos threw his arms up.

"Stop it." He pointed at min-su."What was your name?"

"Oh, park, Min-su."

"And how old are you?"

"I'm 27."

"Nam-su weren't you born in 97?"

"Nam gyu..."

"Yes Nam gyu, we're you born in 97?" Namgyu nodded

"So... why take that shit from him? You're both the same age. We need our teamwork tight." Thanos then looked at me.

"How old are you?"

"Oh, uh, 25."

"And you?" Thanos pointed towards se-mi

"28."

Thanos thought for a second

"That settles it. Y/n's the baby." I looked up at his amused expression. "You two are the same, and she's the noona."

"Nam su, call her noona man." I smiled slightly. As long as I'm on thanos's good side I have nothing to worry about."

Time skip:

It was time to vote, I planned on voting X again until Nam-gyu turned to me and Min-su.

"You two better not fuck this up." He said so casually.

"Huh?"

"Hmm." Nam gyu grabbed the Xs on our jackets. Se-mi watched him until he let go, then looked back at the people voting.

"Like we said one more, than we get out." We both nodded.

"Player 121." Nam gyu game me one last threatening look before I walked up there. My hands came up to my neck, scratching nervously. I hesitantly pressed O, switching out the tags.

I went to the O side staying in the corner, knowing most of these people were no good. Nam gyu then went, Min su pressed O nervously, walking over to me.

The vote ended, and the O team won harshly. Now we were in line for food.

Me and Min-su stayed following Se-mi.

"Hey, noona?" Min-su looked at her before looking away.

"How are you not scared?"

"Of what?" She looked at him eating her bread

"Being here, the games."

She thought for a second. I looked at her from beside Min-su curiously.

"No, I am."

"Then why did you vote to keep playing." He pointed to her 0.

"Hm." She stopped walking

"Right now, if I left this place. I'd be facing something even scarier." There was a long silence after that, her face motionless before cracking into a smile and laughing

"And you guys can stop with the noona, I'm 26. Just dont tell those pricks." She leaned in before walking away.

The next day:

The music woke me up. I was able to sleep the entire night. I couldn't find Se-mi, but I saw Min-su waking up deciding on sticking with him. I yawned and walked over, sitting on the stairs beside him in a comfortable silence.

"Hey bro. Let me get another one of those." Me and min-su looked as Nam gyu crawled towards thanos asking for more drugs. I jumped in shock when se-mi started talking, snapping my head back to look at her.

"Don't even go there. Once you put that crap in you, that's all you want." I nodded in understanding most of my family was ruined because of that.

"Once you guys get out of here, don't get involved with those assholes. They'll only hurt you." Her eyes flickered to me and min su.

"But you stayed with them... why?" I asked curiously.

"Because their stupid and easy enough to control." She looked at them.

"Why did you ask us to join you?" Min-su looked up at her.

"You guys? Cause i thought I could trust you two." She smiled slightly before laughing her finger grazing her upper lip again.

"Anyway, once that's 200 million, I'm getting the hell out." She changed the subject, I smiled up at her before looking away.

"I don't know how much you guys owe, but I'd start thinking. You won't last in a place like this." She walked away towards the crowd. I knew she was right, and when she voted to go, i know I would, too. Nam, gyu said one more anyway.

Time skip:

"The game you will be playing today is mingle." Everyone walked into the colorful room with a platform in the middle.

"Everybody mingle! This gonna be so much fun, right guys?" Thanos jumped excitedly turning to face us for a second. Giving him a nod before realizing I have no memory of this game.

"What's wrong?" Se-mi picked up on my shaking hands. I looked up slowly.

"I never played this before." My lips quivered slightly. Min-su bit his bottom lip nervously.

"Don't worry about it. They'll explain the rules." I nodded

The game did seem easy to figure out. It went pretty smoothly until Se-mi and Min-su had to play rock paper scissors. It was a blur, Thanos pulled me with them before I could think. Min-su looked guilty, I grabbed his arm and he looked at me muttering a 'huh?'

"I saw se-mi with another group. I think she'll forgive you..." His eyes watered before looking down with a nod.

Walking out of the room, se-mi was alive. Of course, she'd be mad for some time, and it felt weird not having her around. I didn't think I liked girls, I never have before. But Se mi, I can't help but like how she protects me and comforts me. But the weird thing is i like min su too, and she treats me and min su the same. Does she see us as just friends?

Time skip:

I walked into the bathroom that I thought was empty until Se-mi walked out one of the stalls, glancing at me before washing her hands. I nervously walked towards her.

"Se-mi. Are you still mad?" I looked up at her.

"No, I'm alive, aren't I? Now we need to get out of here. A pretty thing like you doesn't deserve to die here." She smirked teasingly.

"Y-yeah, I'm going to press X too. What are you going to do when you get out?" She stared to dry her hands, looking at me.

"Well, I'll pay off my depts. Hey, maybe us three can meet up sometime?" I looked at her shocked, woah I actually have a chance for them.

"I uh would like that." I smiled, she actually seemed nervous for once looking at the floor before she quickly went back to her flirty self.

"Tell me your number, I'll remember it." I told her it before using the bathroom and soon it was time for the vote.

Nam-gyu tried to scare us into O again, but i ignored him walking up when player 121 was called pressing X, making the X team cheer. I stood beside se-mi as minsu was called up, him pressing X.

The X team won by 2 people the X team cheered loud. I jumped up and down laughing, Se-mi looked relieved and celebrated, Min su smiled at us his hands fidgeting excitedly.

Timeskip: back home

I woke up on the side of the street alone. My small house was in sight, I quickly put my original clothes on quickly and grabbed my phone, making my way towards my house locking the door then sitting on the couch staring at the floor in disbelief wondering if it was all real. I tried to turn my phone on, but it was dead, I scrambled to find my charger and plugged it in. I was starving, so I ate what I had, which was little. Taking everything out of my pockets, there was a gold card '121' I guess that's proof it wasn't a nightmare.

I spent the day trying to pay off my debts and made sure nobody was after me. Then it was nighttime. I was sitting in my bedroom scrolling on my phone, trying to get used to the real world without going out because I was just too scared now. My phone rang 'unknown number.' I hesitantly tapped the green button and slowly held my phone to my ear.

"Y/n?" It came back to me as soon as I heard the familiar voice. I was scared the caller would have the haunting voice of one of the guards.

"Se-mi?" My lips twitched to a smile.

"You're okay, right? I know this seems like a dream, being back, i mean."

"I know. Trust me, I haven't left my house yet." I spoke quietly.

"Min su's with me. Remember he got scammed out of his house, homeboy was homeless." I heard the smirk in her voice. I laughed at her wording.

"So we was thinking." Her voice turned sincere."What if we all buy a house together? After our debts were paid, we still had some leftovers."

"Living... together?" I've lived by myself as long as I can remember after I got out of the orphanage.

"I mean, it's obvious we all have our little crushes on each other."

"Oh uh, alright, I mean sure..." she laughed.

"We move in tomorrow, so get packed, and we'll pick you up. Just send me your address."

"Okay I will."

"See you tomorrow, princess."

"Yeah-.."

I pressed the hang-up button, reaching my hand to touch my face to realize it's burning. I mean, we're all basically a thing now.

I sent the address to her and excitedly started to pack. I only had some clothes, cheap skincare, and normal things like toothbrushes and hair supplies. I then got in bed and forced myself to sleep.

Morning came fast, and I ate breakfast and all that. Then there was a knock on my door. I smiled and opened the door, and there they were.

Se-mi smiled and bent down to pick me up into her hug.

"I missed your pretty face." She put me down and then I hugged min su who was beside her awkwardly. He relaxed into it.

"And I missed you guys." I smiled sheepishly.

Getting the boxes in se-mi's car we all rode the the house.

The day consisted of unpacking and spending time with each other, learning about what everyone liked, and the games.

Night came, and the house was comfortable. There was only one bedroom, though. I yawned, completely exhausted from today. When I got tired, I had a habit that just made me say or do anything without thinking, I was too honest.

"Let's go lay down for bed." Se-mi suggested. Min-su, who was happy he had a house, nodded with a smile. I dragged my feet to the bedroom and fell onto the bed, getting under the covers

Se mi and min su layed beside me, I was in the middle. Without thinking, I laid my head on se-mi's chest and pulled min su impossibly closer, making him wrap his arm around me. He was stiff, but let me do it. Se-mi smiled and played with my hair.

"I love you guys, you're my first real family."

"I love you too, princess."

"Mm, love you..."

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