#to be completely honest he *would* say that but not to Grace bc for some reason he turns into a little victorian loverboy around her

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can you do something with ryan leonard. like best friend to lover. something with angst maybe because ryan or trader is seeing somebody else. with slight smut maybe. thank youuu!

YOU BELONG WITH ME - R. LEONARD

Ryan leonard x reader

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requested? yes

warnings: use of y/n. slight smut

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It was one of those brisk autumn days when the leaves crunched underfoot and the sky was a clear, piercing blue. The Boston College campus buzzed with activity, students rushing to classes, laughter echoing across the quad. Y/N made her way to Conte Forum, where the Eagles were set to have their afternoon practice. She pulled her jacket tighter against the chill, her mind racing as it always did when she was about to see Ryan Leonard.

Ryan and Y/N had been best friends since freshman year, a bond forged over late-night study sessions, endless coffee runs, and a mutual love for hockey. Ryan, with his boyish grin and effortless charm, was the star forward for the BC Eagles, while Y/N was pursuing a degree in sports medicine, often helping out the team with injuries and recovery.

Their friendship had always been easy, natural, and unforced. They shared everything, from their hopes and dreams to their fears and insecurities. But lately, things had begun to change. Y/N found herself drawn to Ryan in ways that went beyond friendship, her heart fluttering whenever he was near. She tried to push these feelings aside, convincing herself that it was just a phase, a crush that would eventually fade. But the more time she spent with Ryan, the stronger her feelings grew.

There was just one problem. Ryan was seeing someone.

--- --- --- 

Practice was in full swing by the time Y/N arrived. She stood by the boards, watching as Ryan skated across the ice with a grace that never failed to take her breath away. He was completely in his element, the puck seemingly glued to his stick as he weaved in and out of his teammates. The coach barked orders, the sound echoing through the arena, but Ryan was focused, determined.

As practice wrapped up, Ryan skated over to where Y/N was standing. He flashed her a smile that made her heart skip a beat. "Hey, Y/N. What brings you here today?"

Y/N shrugged, trying to appear casual. "Just wanted to see my favorite hockey player in action. Plus, I have some new tape for your ankle. Thought you might need it."

Ryan's eyes lit up. "You're the best, you know that?" He hopped over the boards, landing lightly on his feet. "I could use a break anyway. Want to grab some coffee?"

"Sure," Y/N replied, her heart doing somersaults. "Coffee sounds great."

They made their way to the campus coffee shop, falling into an easy conversation about classes, upcoming games, and everything in between. But there was a tension simmering beneath the surface, an unspoken question that hung in the air.

"So," Ryan said, breaking the silence as they sat down with their drinks. "I wanted to tell you something."

Y/N's stomach twisted. She had a feeling she knew what was coming, but she forced herself to smile. "What's up?"

"It's about Jenna," Ryan began, referring to the girl he had been seeing for the past few months. "Things are starting to get serious between us."

Y/N felt a pang of jealousy but masked it with a nod. "That's great, Ryan. I'm happy for you."

Ryan studied her for a moment, his brow furrowing. "Are you sure? You don't seem that happy."

Y/N forced a laugh. "Of course, I'm happy. Why wouldn't I be?"

Ryan reached across the table, his hand covering hers. "Y/N, you're my best friend. I need you to be honest with me."

Y/N swallowed hard, the weight of her unspoken feelings pressing down on her. She opened her mouth to say something, anything, but the words caught in her throat. Instead, she squeezed his hand and forced another smile. "I'm fine, really."

--- --- --- 

As the weeks went by, Y/N couldn't help but notice how Jenna seemed to be everywhere she used to be. It started small—little things like seeing Ryan and Jenna studying together at the library, where she and Ryan used to spend countless hours. But it grew more significant, and with each passing day, Y/N felt her presence in Ryan's life being overshadowed by Jenna.

One afternoon, Y/N made her way to Conte Forum, her usual spot to catch Ryan after practice. But instead of finding him alone or with his teammates, she saw Jenna sitting in the stands, waving and smiling as Ryan skated over to her. Y/N's stomach twisted, a familiar pang of jealousy gnawing at her insides. She forced a smile and waved back, but her heart wasn't in it.

"Hey, Y/N!" Ryan called out, his face lighting up when he saw her. "Come join us!"

Y/N walked over, trying to hide the unease that threatened to overwhelm her. "Hey, guys. How was practice?"

"Great, but exhausting," Ryan replied, taking a seat next to Jenna and draping an arm around her shoulders. "Jenna brought me some snacks to refuel."

Y/N's smile wavered. "That's nice of you, Jenna."

Jenna beamed, leaning into Ryan. "I know how hard he works. Just wanted to show my support."

Y/N nodded, feeling like an outsider in a space that used to feel like home. "Well, that's great. I just came to drop off the new tape for your ankle, Ryan."

"You're a lifesaver, Y/N," Ryan said, standing up to give her a quick hug. But as he pulled away, his attention immediately shifted back to Jenna.

"Thanks, Y/N," Jenna said, her smile polite but distant. "We'll see you later, okay?"

Y/N nodded, her throat tight. "Yeah, sure. See you guys later."

--- --- ---

The pattern continued. Y/N found herself increasingly excluded from the moments she had once cherished with Ryan. Jenna was there at every turn—at their favorite coffee shop, at study sessions, even at the casual hangouts with the team. Y/N tried to tell herself that it was natural for Ryan to spend more time with his girlfriend, but the jealousy gnawed at her, a constant reminder of what she was losing.

One evening, as Y/N was heading to the library, she saw Ryan and Jenna sitting in the corner booth that had always been her and Ryan's spot. They were laughing, their heads close together, and Y/N felt a sharp stab of jealousy. She turned to leave, not wanting to intrude, but Ryan spotted her.

"Y/N! Over here!" he called out, waving her over.

Y/N forced a smile and walked over, her heart heavy. "Hey, you two. What's up?"

"We're just studying for the upcoming exams," Ryan said, pulling out a chair for her. "Join us?"

Y/N hesitated, feeling like an intruder. "I don't want to interrupt. You guys look busy."

"Nonsense," Jenna said, her tone cheerful but with an edge that Y/N couldn't ignore. "There's always room for you, Y/N."

Y/N sat down, but the dynamic was different. The easy rapport she shared with Ryan was strained, replaced by Jenna's presence. Y/N tried to focus on her work, but her mind kept wandering, the jealousy festering like an open wound.

As the evening wore on, Y/N felt more and more like a third wheel. Jenna and Ryan had their own inside jokes, their own rhythm that Y/N couldn't penetrate. She watched them, feeling a mix of sadness and anger. She wanted to say something, to reclaim her place in Ryan's life, but fear held her back.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Ryan asked, his brow furrowing in concern.

Y/N forced a smile, her heart aching. "I'm fine. Just tired, I guess."

"You should get some rest," Jenna said, her voice smooth and reassuring. "We'll catch up later."

Y/N nodded, gathering her things. "Yeah, I think I'll do that. See you later."

As she walked away, Y/N felt a tear slip down her cheek. She wiped it away quickly, not wanting anyone to see. The jealousy burned inside her, but she didn't know how to confront it, how to tell Ryan that she felt like she was losing him.

She made her way back to her dorm, the weight of her unspoken feelings pressing down on her. She loved Ryan, but she was terrified of ruining their friendship, of pushing him away even further. So, she kept her jealousy hidden, burying it deep inside, and hoped that somehow, things would go back to the way they used to be.

But deep down, she knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

--- --- ---

Y/N sat on her bed, staring blankly at her open textbook. The words blurred together, her mind unable to focus. The past few weeks had been torture, watching Jenna slip into every corner of Ryan's life, replacing her. She wanted to tell him how she felt, but every time she tried, the words caught in her throat.

A sudden knock on her door jolted her out of her thoughts. She wasn't expecting anyone, but she had a sinking feeling she knew who it was. She opened the door to find Ryan standing there, his face a mix of concern and frustration.

"Ryan? What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice shaky.

"Can I come in?" he asked quietly.

Y/N stepped aside, letting him in. The tension in the room was palpable as they stood there, neither of them knowing how to begin.

"Y/N, what's going on?" Ryan finally asked, his eyes searching hers. "You've been acting so strange lately. Are you okay?"

Y/N forced a smile, trying to mask the turmoil inside her. "I'm fine, Ryan. Just busy with school, that's all."

Ryan shook his head, his frustration evident. "No, it's more than that. You're my best friend. I can tell when something's bothering you. Please, just talk to me."

Y/N swallowed hard, the weight of her unspoken feelings pressing down on her. She turned away, unable to meet his gaze. "There's nothing to talk about, Ryan."

Ryan stepped closer, his voice soft but insistent. "Y/N, you're shutting me out. I need to know what's wrong. Did I do something to upset you?"

The question pierced her heart, and she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. She wanted to tell him everything, to pour out her heart, but the fear of losing him held her back. Anger and frustration bubbled to the surface, and she couldn't hold back any longer.

"Oh, I'm shutting you out?" Y/N snapped, her voice rising. "Please, Ryan. I haven't even seen you without Jenna in weeks. And I don't want to third wheel."

Ryan's eyes widened in shock. "Y/N, that's not fair. Jenna's my girlfriend. Of course, I spend time with her."

"But what about us?" Y/N shot back, her voice trembling with emotion. "We used to do everything together. Now it feels like I don't exist to you unless she's around."

Ryan ran a hand through his hair, looking conflicted. "Y/N, I didn't mean for it to be like this. Jenna's important to me, but so are you."

Y/N laughed bitterly, wiping away a tear. "It doesn't feel that way. It feels like I'm being replaced, like I don't matter anymore. I miss you, Ryan. I miss us."

Ryan's face softened, and he took a step closer, his voice gentle. "Y/N, I'm so sorry. I never wanted to make you feel this way. You're my best friend, and I care about you so much."

"Do you?" Y/N asked, her voice breaking. "Because it doesn't feel like it. It feels like I'm losing you, like I'm just an afterthought now that Jenna's in the picture."

Ryan reached out, but she pulled away, the pain too raw. "I don't want to lose you, Y/N. You're one of the most important people in my life. I need you to believe that."

"How can I believe that when everything's changed?" Y/N said, her tears falling freely now. "When I'm not the one you turn to anymore?"

Ryan's face crumpled, and he took another step closer, his voice pleading. "Please, Y/N. I don't want to lose you. Tell me what I can do to fix this."

Y/N looked at him, her heart breaking. She wanted to believe him, to trust that things could go back to the way they were, but the fear and jealousy were too strong. "I don't know if you can," she whispered. "I don't know if anything will ever be the same."

Ryan stood there, his eyes filled with sadness and desperation. "Y/N, please. You're my best friend. I can't lose you."

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "I need time, Ryan. I need to figure out how to deal with this. I don't know if I can just pretend everything's okay."

Ryan nodded slowly, his expression pained. "I understand. Just... don't shut me out completely. Please."

Y/N nodded, her heart heavy. "I won't. I promise."

As Ryan left, Y/N sank to the floor, her body wracked with sobs. She had finally told him the truth, but it felt like she had shattered something precious. The weight of her unspoken feelings had been lifted, but the fear of losing him remained, a constant, gnawing ache.

--- --- --- 

In the days that followed, Y/N found it increasingly difficult to stick to her promise. Every time she saw Ryan, the pain of their conversation and the rawness of her emotions threatened to overwhelm her. She started avoiding places where she knew he would be, skipping their usual study sessions and avoiding the coffee shop they frequented. She even altered her routes around campus, anything to keep her heart from breaking all over again.

Ryan, for his part, tried to give her space, but his concern for her was evident. He sent her texts, asking how she was and if they could talk, but Y/N couldn't bring herself to respond. Each message felt like a reminder of what she had lost, and she couldn't face the reality of their changed relationship.

One afternoon, Y/N was walking back to her dorm when she saw Ryan and Jenna coming from the opposite direction. Panic surged through her, and she quickly ducked into a nearby building, pressing herself against the wall. She watched as they walked past, Ryan's arm around Jenna's shoulders, both of them laughing about something. The sight was like a punch to the gut, and Y/N had to fight to keep her tears at bay.

She slipped out of the building after they were gone and made her way back to her dorm, her heart heavy with a mixture of jealousy and despair. She knew she was breaking her promise to Ryan, but the thought of seeing him with Jenna was too much to bear. It felt like every time she saw them together, a piece of her heart was being ripped away.

That evening, Y/N was lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling, when her phone buzzed. It was another text from Ryan.

Ryan: "Y/N, we need to talk. Please."

Y/N stared at the message, her finger hovering over the screen. She wanted to respond, to tell him everything she was feeling, but the fear of losing him completely kept her silent. She turned off her phone and rolled over, tears streaming down her face.

Days turned into weeks, and Y/N continued to avoid Ryan at all costs. She threw herself into her studies, hoping to distract herself from the ache in her heart. But no matter how hard she tried, the void left by Ryan's absence was impossible to fill.

One evening, as she was leaving the library, she saw Ryan standing outside, waiting for her. Her heart leapt into her throat, and she considered turning back, but it was too late. He had seen her.

"Y/N, wait," he called, his voice filled with a mix of relief and frustration.

She stopped, her body tense, as he approached. "Ryan, I..."

He held up a hand, cutting her off. "Please, just let me talk."

Y/N nodded, her eyes downcast.

"Why are you avoiding me?" Ryan asked, his voice tinged with hurt. "I thought you said you wouldn't shut me out."

Y/N took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she needed to say. She looked up at Ryan, her eyes filled with sorrow. "I'm sorry, Ryan," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I can't do this anymore."

Ryan's brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Y/N shook her head, tears threatening to spill over. "I mean... I think it's better if we're not friends anymore."

Ryan's expression shifted from confusion to shock. "Y/N, no. You can't mean that."

"I do," Y/N replied, her voice breaking. "It hurts too much, Ryan. Every time I see you with Jenna, it feels like my heart is being torn apart. I can't keep pretending that everything's okay when it's not."

Ryan took a step closer, reaching out to touch her arm, but she flinched away. "Y/N, please. We can work through this. I don't want to lose you."

Y/N's emotions boiled over, her voice rising in desperation. "Please, Ryan, I can't do this!"

"Why are you doing this?" Ryan's voice matched her intensity, a mixture of confusion and frustration.

"Because, Ryan," Y/N yelled back, tears streaming down her face. "Because I love you!"

Ryan froze, his hand dropping to his side as he stared at her in shock. The words hung in the air between them, heavy with the weight of unspoken truth.

Y/N wiped angrily at her tears, her chest heaving with emotion. "I've tried to bury it, to ignore it, but I can't pretend anymore. Every time I see you with Jenna, it tears me apart inside."

Ryan stood there in stunned silence, unable to form a coherent response to Y/N's emotional outpouring. Her words echoed in his mind, each one piercing through the confusion and shock that gripped him.

Y/N wiped angrily at her tears, her voice raw with pain. "I never meant for this to happen. I never planned on falling for you, but damn it, you crept into my thoughts, into my dreams, and now you're embedded in my heart like a relentless thorn. I see the way you smile at her, the way you laugh, and it feels like a thousand knives stabbing me in the chest."

Her voice cracked with emotion, but she pushed on, her words pouring out like a floodgate opened. "Do you have any idea how it feels to want someone so much it hurts? To know that every smile you give to Jenna is a stab in my gut because I wish it were for me? I've tried to ignore it, to bury these feelings deep down, but they keep clawing their way back to the surface."

Ryan's chest tightened with guilt and regret as he listened, absorbing the full weight of Y/N's confession. Her pain was palpable, her vulnerability cutting through him like a knife.

"I can't help but remember how it all started — those late-night conversations that stretched into dawn, the way you looked at me with such understanding and kindness. It felt like we were the only two people in the world, like we shared something special."

Y/N's voice trembled now, her words filled with longing and sorrow. "And now? Now you're with her, and I'm left here grappling with this unbearable ache, this longing that won't let me breathe. I hate that I love you this fiercely, this desperately. It's tearing me apart, but I can't turn it off. Every fiber of my being screams your name."

Ryan's throat tightened, his heart breaking for Y/N and the pain he had inadvertently caused. He struggled to find the right words, to offer some solace or explanation, but his mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

Unable to bear the weight of her gaze, Ryan turned away, his footsteps heavy and filled with regret. He couldn't face her right now, couldn't confront the truth of what she had laid bare. Leaving was the only thing he could think to do, a temporary reprieve from the intensity of the moment.

Y/N watched him go, her tears falling unchecked now, a mixture of relief and despair washing over her. She had finally spoken her truth, had bared her soul to him, and now she was left alone with the echoes of her own words.

As Ryan disappeared from view, Y/N sank to the ground, her sobs echoing in the empty space around her. She had known this outcome was a possibility, but the reality of it still cut deep. Love had brought her to this precipice, where the only path forward was through the pain.

--- --- --- 

After Ryan had abruptly left following their emotional confrontation, Y/N found herself grappling with a whirlwind of emotions. She hadn't expected Will and Gabe, Ryan's friends and teammates, to approach her about his absence. They were also her friends, having shared countless moments on and off campus together. Now, they stood before her, concern etched on their faces.

Gabe was the first to speak up, his voice laced with worry. "Hey, Y/N. Have you heard from Ryan? He's been off the grid for a couple of days now, and we're getting a bit worried."

Will nodded in agreement, his brow furrowed. "Yeah, he's missed a few practices too. Is everything okay between you two?"

Y/N hesitated, unsure of how much to disclose. She and Ryan had always been close, and his absence was weighing heavily on her conscience. "We... had a disagreement," she finally admitted, choosing her words carefully. "Things got complicated."

Gabe exchanged a glance with Will, both of them sensing the gravity of the situation. "Do you want to talk about it?" Gabe asked gently, his concern palpable.

Y/N shook her head, a small, sad smile tugging at her lips. "I wish I could, but... it's between Ryan and me. I think he just needs some space right now."

Will nodded understandingly, though worry lines remained etched on his face. "If you hear from him, could you let us know? We just want to make sure he's okay."

"Of course," Y/N replied softly. "I'll keep an eye out for him."

The three of them stood there for a moment, the unspoken tension hanging in the air. Y/N appreciated their concern, their loyalty to Ryan evident even in this difficult moment.

"Thanks, Y/N," Gabe said finally, offering a supportive smile. "We're here for you too, okay?"

Y/N nodded gratefully, touched by their gesture. "Thank you, both of you."

As Will and Gabe walked away, Y/N couldn't help but feel the weight of their unspoken questions and concerns. She knew she owed it to Ryan to give him the space he needed, but the ache in her heart reminded her of the fragile bond they had once shared.

Days turned into a week, and still, Ryan remained elusive. Y/N focused on her studies and tried to maintain a sense of normalcy, but her thoughts often drifted back to him. She wondered if he was hurting as much as she was, if he regretted their confrontation, if he even cared anymore.

--- --- --- 

Late one evening, as she sat alone in her dorm room, Y/N's phone buzzed with a text message. It was from Ryan.

Ryan: "Can we talk?"

Her heart skipped a beat as she read the message, uncertainty and hope warring within her. Without hesitation, she typed out her reply.

Y/N: "Yes. Where are you?"

The reply came almost immediately.

Ryan: "Meet me at our spot?"

Y/N's heart raced as she grabbed her jacket and headed out into the cool night air. She didn't know what would come of their meeting, but she knew she couldn't ignore the pull to see him again, to confront the unresolved feelings between them.

As she walked towards their designated meeting spot, Y/N couldn't help but wonder if this would be the moment everything changed, if they could find a way back to each other despite the heartache that had torn them apart.

As Y/N arrived at their spot, a secluded bench overlooking the campus lake, she found Ryan already waiting there, his silhouette outlined by the soft glow of the nearby lamppost. He looked up as she approached, his expression a mix of relief and uncertainty. They sat down side by side, the tension between them palpable.

"Ryan," Y/N began softly, her voice wavering slightly. "What happened? Why did you disappear like that?"

Ryan ran a hand through his hair, his eyes avoiding hers for a moment. "I needed time to think," he admitted quietly. "I... I didn't expect things to escalate the way they did between us."

Y/N nodded, her heart aching with the weight of unspoken words. "I didn't either," she confessed, her gaze fixed on the shimmering water below. "I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that."

Ryan turned towards her, his hand accidentally brushing against her thigh in the process. Y/N flinched slightly at the touch, a jolt of electricity shooting through her body. Ryan quickly withdrew his hand, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice barely audible.

Y/N shook her head, trying to steady her racing heart. "It's okay," she managed to say, though her voice was unsteady.

Silence settled between them once more, broken only by the gentle lapping of the water against the shore. Ryan took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts.

"Y/N, I... I've been a mess these past few days," Ryan began, his voice filled with sincerity. "I didn't know how to face you after everything that happened. But I've realized something."

Y/N turned to look at him, her eyes searching his face for answers. "What is it, Ryan?"

Ryan hesitated for a moment, his fingers fidgeting nervously in his lap. "I can't stop thinking about you," he admitted finally, his voice tinged with desperation. "Even when I try to distract myself with hockey or hanging out with friends, you're always there, in the back of my mind."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at his words, a glimmer of hope flickering to life within her. "Ryan..."

"No, please," Ryan interrupted, his hand tentatively reaching out again, this time resting gently on her thigh. "Let me finish."

Y/N swallowed hard, her breath catching in her throat as she looked into his eyes, searching for sincerity. She nodded silently, urging him to continue.

"You've always been in my mind," Ryan continued, his voice earnest. "I was just confused with my feelings. You mean so much to me, Y/N."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes, her heart aching with a mixture of longing and uncertainty. Ryan's touch on her thigh sent a jolt of warmth through her, reminding her of the closeness they had once shared, and the possibility of what could be.

"I know I've hurt you," Ryan whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "And I'm sorry for that. I never wanted to cause you pain."

Y/N took a shaky breath, struggling to contain the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm her. "Ryan, I... I don't know if I can do this," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've been trying to move on, to accept that maybe we're better off as friends."

"No, Y/N, don't do this to me," Ryan pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation. His hand tightened around hers, clinging to the fragile connection between them. "Please, don't shut me out. I can't lose you."

Y/N's heart ached at the anguish in Ryan's voice, the sincerity in his plea cutting through her resolve. She turned to look at him, tears glistening in her eyes as she struggled to find the right words.

"I don't want to shut you out," Y/N whispered, her voice trembling. She took a deep breath, gathering her courage. "But I need to know... do you love me, Ryan?"

Ryan froze, his eyes widening with a mixture of surprise and realization. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Y/N's heart sank as she watched him struggle, uncertainty flickering in his eyes.

"Dammit, do you love me?" Y/N pressed, her voice breaking with emotion. She needed to hear the truth, to know where they stood.

Ryan closed his eyes briefly, a myriad of emotions crossing his face. When he finally looked at her again, his gaze was intense and unwavering.

"Yes," Ryan said softly, his voice filled with conviction. "Yes, Y/N, I love you."

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat at his words, a rush of emotions flooding through her. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at him, the weight of uncertainty lifting off her shoulders.

"From the moment I saw you, god, Y/N, you make me crazy," Ryan continued, his voice filled with raw honesty. "But I love you crazy. You've poisoned me in a way you will never know."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat, her pulse quickening at his confession. She reached out, gently placing her hand over his heart, feeling its steady beat beneath her palm.

"Ryan," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I love you too. More than I ever thought possible."

Ryan closed his eyes briefly, savoring the moment, before opening them to meet her gaze once more. "I don't want to lose you," he admitted softly. "I've been a fool, trying to deny what's been right in front of me all along."

Y/N listened intently, her heart racing with anticipation as she waited for him to continue. Ryan took a deep breath, his voice tinged with relief and vulnerability.

"I broke up with Jenna," Ryan confessed, his eyes searching hers for understanding. "She already knew how I felt about you. She told me to confess, to stop pretending like I could be happy with anyone else."

Y/N felt a surge of emotions at his words, a mixture of surprise, relief, and a profound sense of hope. She reached out, taking his hand in hers, a silent gesture of reassurance and support.

"I'm glad you did," Y/N replied softly, her voice filled with warmth.

Ryan nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I couldn't keep denying how I feel," he admitted. "Not when you've always been the one who's been there for me, who understands me like no one else."

Y/N squeezed his hand gently, overwhelmed by the depth of his words and the sincerity in his eyes. "I've always cared about you, Ryan," she murmured. "More than I ever knew how to say."

Ryan leaned closer, his forehead resting against hers as he whispered, "I love you, Y/N. I've loved you for so long."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes, her heart overflowing with love and gratitude. "I love you too, Ryan," she whispered back, her voice filled with certainty.

Y/N looked at Ryan, her heart still racing from their emotional conversation under the stars. The weight of their confessions hung in the air, and she felt a surge of courage and longing.

"Ryan," she began softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Do you want to come back to my apartment?"

Ryan met her gaze, his eyes reflecting a mixture of tenderness and desire. He took a moment to respond, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "Yes, Y/N," he said, his tone tinged with certainty. "I want to be with you."

A wave of relief washed over Y/N as she reached out to take his hand. "Let's go," she said, a small smile playing on her lips.

Together, they walked hand in hand through the quiet streets, their footsteps echoing in the stillness of the night. The journey back to Y/N's apartment was filled with a comfortable silence, their hearts beating in sync with the promise of new beginnings.

As they approached her door, Y/N turned to Ryan, her eyes searching his for any lingering doubts. Instead, she found only warmth and affection mirrored back at her.

Ryan leaned in closer, brushing his lips against hers in a tender kiss.

--- --- --- 

The air between them crackled with unspoken desire as Y/N and Ryan stood in the dimly lit kitchen of her apartment. The weight of their shared confession hung heavy in the air, igniting a fire that had long smoldered between them.

Y/N leaned against the counter, her heart racing with anticipation. She could feel Ryan's intense gaze on her, his eyes darkened with a hunger that mirrored her own. The tension between them was palpable, a magnetic pull drawing them closer with each passing second.

Ryan closed the distance between them in a single stride, his hand coming to rest on the counter beside her, effectively trapping her against it. His touch sent a shiver down Y/N's spine, awakening a longing she could no longer deny.

"Y/N," Ryan murmured, his voice low and husky, filled with raw desire. "I've wanted this... wanted you... for so long."

Y/N met his gaze, her own eyes smoldering with need. Without a word, she reached up, threading her fingers through his hair and pulling him closer. Their lips crashed together in a desperate kiss, a collision of passion and pent-up longing.

Ryan's hands roamed over her body, his touch igniting sparks of electricity wherever it landed. Y/N gasped into his mouth, the sensation sending a rush of heat straight to her core. She arched against him, seeking more of his touch, more of the fire that threatened to consume them both.

Their kisses grew deeper, more urgent, as if they were trying to convey all their unspoken desires through the meeting of their lips. Ryan's hands traced the curve of Y/N's waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. He tasted of longing and promises, each kiss a declaration of the passion they had kept hidden for far too long.

Y/N's fingers fumbled with the buttons of Ryan's shirt, urgency driving her movements. She needed to feel his skin against hers, to erase any lingering doubts that this was real. Ryan groaned softly against her lips, his own hands moving with purpose as he lifted her up onto the counter, his body pressing intimately against hers.

Their breaths mingled, hot and ragged, as they explored each other with a fervor born of longing and newfound connection. Ryan's lips trailed down Y/N's neck, leaving a blazing trail of kisses that made her head spin. Every touch, every caress, fueled the flames of their desire until they burned brightly, consuming everything in their path.

In that moment, there were no more words, no more doubts. There was only the raw, unbridled passion that had simmered between them for so long, finally unleashed in a torrent of need and belonging.

And as they lost themselves in each other, the rest of the world faded away, leaving only the heat of their bodies and the promise of a love that had waited patiently to be set free.

[reneeub]

Rewatching the dirty girl soup scene is funny bc when I saw it for the first time I was like 'wait did Max really break into her bathroom or is it just in her head??' and now I'm like of course it's not him He Would Not Fucking Say That

[truly-a-snitch]

May i request headcanons with ranpo and dazai with a s/o who has heterochromia and is insecure about it? Could be hurt/comfort or just straight up fluff :)

-🧛

ofc ofc !!! ty for the request ^_^

WARNINGS: none :3 this is straight up fluff ! i do hc these two as nd (dazai is autistic, ranpo is audhd) !!

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dazai and ranpo with an s/o who has heterochromia and is insecure about it

dazai

dazai to me has always seemed like the type to not really care about appearances if he's looking for an actual relationship

like i know he's always like "i want to die with a beautiful woman" but if he's planning to LIVE with/for someone, the thing that gets him is their brain, so having heterochromia doesn't matter to him

(however comma he actually thinks its really pretty and makes sure to tell you at EVERY possible moment even if ur not feeling too bad abt it at the moment)

he definitely does some sappy ass bullshit like staring into your eyes whenever he can

i hc him as autistic but like the type that makes way too much eye contact so he sees your eyes a LOT

once he finds out that youre insecure about it he amps up how often he compliments your eyes like. tenfold

like to the point you would think he's making fun of you if he wasn't so genuinely sincere about it

"the way the light catches your eyes is simply gorgeous, darling" or some bullshit like that. homeboy is so silly

if you two live together, he makes so many passing comments about how happy he is that your eyes are the first thing he sees when he wakes up

(look at you, seducing him into healthier sleeping patterns with your eyes)

at the end of the day, dazai doesnt care about your appearance (though the fact that he thinks you are the most graceful creature to ever walk this earth certainly helped when he asked you out)

he makes sure to remind you at every opportunity that the things you perceive as 'flaws'- your eyes, notably- are beautiful to him ^_^

a pretty solid experience all in all ! this man is such a hopeless romantic emphasis on hopeless he will bust out the sappy poetry to make u laugh and cheer u up

ranpo

again, a man who i don't think cares about appearance all that much if only because he can read everybody so easily that appearances sort of become obsolete

i hc him as the kind of audhd that hates eye contact with a burning passion so he isnt into the whole 'staring into your eyes' thing the way dazai is

however comma he likes to hold stuff up to your face and compare it to your eyes if its the same color

(if you have blue in your eyes he holds up his ramune marbles but he makes do regardless of color)

i also hc him as having heterochromia (one eye green one eye brown) so if u have complete heterochromia hes like omg we match !!

he isnt insecure about his appearance because he isnt big about appearances i mean he walks around with that tie that clashes with his ENTIRE outfit he truly does not care. no fucks given. we love u king. anyway the point is hanging out with him and dating him is going to lead to a confidence spike on ur part bc hes so casual abt his own heterochromia

if he notices youre having a bad day- which he will lets be honest- he makes a passing comment about how pretty your eyes look to cheer you up and then goes back to his psp. might let u beat him at whatever hes playing to make u feel better too

since appearances arent super important to him he doesnt really comment on it that much unless he knows ur feeling particularly upset about it

when u feel down abt it tho he is lowk ur BIGGEST hype man like "look how cool my s/o is u guys"

bro even shares his snacks with you if youre feeling insecure (about anything tbh but especially abt ur appearance bc ur literally so cool ??)

if you have sectoral heterochromia he says u and atsushi r twinning frfr (forget armed detective agency this is the fucking. heterochromia detective agency) and if u have central heterochromia hes like oh hell yea we collected the whole set

all in all id say since i hc him as having heterochromia its a solid experience !! vvv supportive

[pandoa]

hi hi ! congrats on reaching 100 followers! may I request baby's breath, forget me nots with the theme comfort of home with a mundane, domestic afternoon situation with riddle <3 !

Baby’s breath ~ “promise me it’ll be forever”

Forget-me-nots ~ “even when your body turns old, gray, and worn, i will be yours for eternity”

~riddle rosehearts x gender neutral reader~

aaahh tysm anonie!!! i hope this is to your liking~ i tried capturing the domestic afternoon part of this imagine correctly but for some reason it took an embarrassingly long time to think?? idk perhaps i was just brain dead lol- enjoy!!

♡honey sweetened tea♡

Riddle thought your feelings for him were like honey smoothly poured into a dreamy cup of sweet tea. With just one sip, it pooled and spread throughout his body like an enchanting spell cast to draw him in. It left spiteful shudders run down his spine at the addicting sensation of the soothing drink reaching his mouth. It flowed down to his chest and stomach as it reached out to his shivering heart, in an attempt to engulf it with your fervent emotions. Every single ingredient of your flavorful affections comforted him in warmth he wished to bask in for as long as he could. You were simply so tender and sweet. 

He watched as you stood there, briskly scurrying through Ramshackle’s surprisingly orderly kitchen, as you rummaged the cupboards searching for items to make him a narcotic cup of tea for his tiresome self. The stray hairs on your head were messily pulled back in a secure hairpin, you wore an adorably oversized apron that you had borrowed from your friend, Trey, all while the bursting whistles of the tea kettle created an oddly melodic harmony as you rushed to its side, eager to serve Riddle the precious drink you had made for him. Riddle would usually tell you to fix yourself up as the disheveled manner of your appearance was not very flattering in the presence of someone such as himself. But the way you struggled to keep one strand of hair out of your face hit him with waves of endearment for your simplicity, completely lovestruck. 

He wondered if this was what it would be like to be loved by you. Unconditional occasions of adoration that were shown through your gentle acts of domesticity. It was so distant from any feeling he had ever experienced before. And his newfound sentiment only heightened Riddle’s longing to remain in this timeless moment with you a little while more. 

“(Y/n),” the red-headed second year said almost in a faint whisper. He couldn’t contain himself anymore. You never failed to make his heart swell with an overwhelming sense of comfort and it moved him in ways he, himself, could not comprehend. “Promise me it’ll be forever,” Riddle mumbled as he fondly pointed his attention to the steam playfully dancing on the homely teacup cradled in your arms.

“Hm? Whatever do you mean, Riddle?”

“Oh, uhm…” Dear Seven, did he say that out loud? 

“W-well, what I had meant was…” Curses. Why was he stuttering all of a sudden? This was unlike him. As Housewarden of the beloved Heartslabyul dorm, Riddle was required to carry himself with a certain firmness to his persona and dignity. However, all of his composure escaped through the very doors of your honey-scented home the moment he felt his hand brush against your own delicate one, reaching for the aromatic cup of tea you politely held out for him. “Us, here, simply relaxing in each other's presence. It is quite peaceful, no?”

You turned your gaze to the slightly embarrassed boy with a knowing and fond look gracing your face. You knew what his words had meant. And you wished the same thing. To remain beside each other, innocent and wholeheartedly true. 

“Of course, Riddle. We can stay this way for as long as you’d like.”

“Because even when your body turns old, gray, and worn, I will be yours for eternity.”

a/n: i'll be honest, i almost forgot to add one of the prompts bc i wrote down the wrong one when planning this one out on a google doc- i feel so stupid my god

[midnightmah07]

Hi! How are you today :)

I wanted to ask how you're Oc relations are with your moots' ocs-

Ohh this is a fun question!! Since I have 6 OCs and my moots have tons of OCs too I'll try to be brief (⁠＠⁠°⁠▽⁠°⁠＠⁠)

Daisy

Daisy gets along with pretty much anyone, but she's highly admired by Poppy (by @justm3di0cr3) and Daisy does have a major soft spot for her, she thinks she's cute and she appreciates how much Poppy likes her despite believing she's undeserving of such admiration; she also gets along great with Chris (by @selfinserttothestars ) especially due to the fact that Chris is really close to Ruggie and if u spent 2 seconds looking through my posts u know that Ruggie and Daisy are dating lol; in an AU where Yuuna (by @viilpstick) and Daisy share Ramshackle dorm I also like to believe they're super close and has a sort of sibling bond! Oh and I think Grace (also by @viilpstick) and Daisy would also get along well but idk to which extent. Maizie (again by @viilpstick bc girlie can't control herself when it comes to OCs just like me) and Daisy are also great friends because Daisy and Azul are close-ish (they are both insecure about their appearances and are frequently trying to hype each other up to get over said insecurities— though if Azul does it with an alterior motive or if he genuinely means it is unclear) and Maizie has a crush on Azul sooooo... Also they're both princess/princess coded

Perse

I don't really know which relationships she would have with my moots' OCs if I'm being completely honest, I don't think we discussed them enough 🤔 I do think she's fond of Yuuna because of her relationship with Vil and friendship with Cater — Cater is like Perse's best friend — and I like to believe she has a soft spot for Grace because....... Cats........ Perse likes cats just as much as Idia..... She's just less creepy about it /hj

Jeanne

Because Jeanne is so close to Ruggie and is considered his partner in crime, I like to think her and Chris also grew close with time — hide your wallets they might be stolen if the three of them are seen together; I believe she probably bonded with Emory (by @justm3di0cr3 ) at some point because both of them have missing body parts and had to adjust how they live to a certain degree because of that + deal with some prejudices that came along with that. Maizie and Jeanne also have a fun relationship because Jeanne is close to Floyd, which makes her visits to Mostro Lounge frequent, therefore she often sees Maizie perform and always teases Azul about her

Isabelle

Isabelle's closest relationship with my friends's OCs is definitely with Adeline, (by @viilpstick once again are we surprised 😍 love u girlie I'm jk) they're almost sibling like and Adeline can see past Isabelle's facade and read her like a book, which is funny because the one who holds the power to read people like books is Isabelle. 😭 Isa and Adeline are each other's best friends and "coworkers" since they're both housewarden and vice respectfully; Isabelle is also very fond of Poppy given that she's a student in her dorm and really admires Isa, she's constantly helping Poppy in her studies and fixing her clothes so she can "present in a respectable manner to represent Rosantée" (Poppy is kind of Rosantée's Epel but if Epel was willing to do what Vil says and Vil wasn't as strict); she also has very good relationships with Fauna (by @shinysparklesapphires) because they share a dorm and are both royalty, and the other students at Rosantée that I won't name specifically bc I don't think me and my other moots discussed their relationships enough!

Jasper and Angus

I haven't discussed them enough with my friends specially bc they're my new OCs but I'm sure them and Poppy are friendly with each other and often fangirl/fanboy about Daisy, it's very cute they probably made a fanclub about her or something at one point/hj

[luzeni]

lupin is a franchise in which “death of the author” can be observed. The people who created those episodes no longer work or benefit from the show. It’s important to acknowledge that the origin of those “jokes” are transmisogynistic, but the nature of this particular show’s status means individuals can rewrite those parts into something that represents them. There are undercurrents of coding, intentional or not, in Lupin’s character from the very beginning, that make some of us lean toward interpreting some of his disguises as drag queen or genderfluid. (Lupin’s character in particular has this, but I haven’t seen much to suggest the same with the other characters. At least, not in the same way. Zenigata’s “crossdressing” bits definitely just come off mean-spirited with no saving graces, headcannons or otherwise.) that said, most people in the fandom are far too lax with their handling of these issues, and need to respect that many others don’t want to see it. I would like to stress that I am definitely not excusing the horrid “jokes”. I’m not rly sure I worded any of this right. I say all this to tell you, some of the gross handling of the fandom is due to ignorance, not malice, though they are indistinguishable without context.

if i'm being completely honest, it sounds a bit like you're talking down to me. to clarify, i'm not saying u can't view lupin characters through a trans/genderfluid lens, i'm saying that u have to be careful abt how u do it and consider the original context, ESPECIALLY if ure tme

the writers didn't make these jokes bc they "worked for/benefited from" the show, they made them bc they thought they were funny. lupin iii is flawed. the earlier installments are a product of their time and need to be recognized as such. rewriting the transmisogynistic jokes to try and twist them into "good rep" is thinking uncritically bc it ignores the original context-- pretending they aren't being told at the expense of trans women in some desperate grab for lgbt rep IS transmisogyny. yes, coding is and has been a thing all throughout the series, but that doesn't mean it wasn't done with harmful intent

death of the author doesn’t work here either bc i know u cannot tell me with 100% certainty that monkey punch HIMSELF was the one who wrote those jokes into the episodes/movies. he may have started it with how he originally characterized lupin, i'm sure, but at a certain point u can’t keep using him as a scapegoat when other people are perpetuating his bs (namely those who worked on part 2). he was not the only piece of shit who wrote for this franchise

i'm not condemning lupin iii-- it's nearly 60 years old at this point, ofc there are going to be issues-- i'm just saying (and i genuinely can’t believe that i even have to make this point in the first place) that people need to be critical of it -_- 40+ year old transmisogyny is not a #lgbt win no matter how cute/funny/etc u think ur favorite anime protag is . lol. it doesn’t matter if it’s done out of malice or ignorance; u can’t reclaim transmisogyny if u aren’t transfem to begin with. if u send me another ask abt this i will screenshot it and send it to my friends so we can laugh at u again ❤️

[x-chubby-reader]

Hey hey hey how about some more haikyuu Hcs? So I was thinking Terushima,Konoha,lev,and goshiki with their chubby S/O of course bc thick thighs save livesbut anyways them comforting their chubby bunny’s when their feeling insecure🤍

A/n - Ayeee whats up I'm back. I may have taken a little secret break just to refresh my brain. Anyways I hope you like this my Anon baby ;)

Lowercase Intentional

Most likely cursing, do I even need a warning for this anymore? Probably not

Not prof read at all

Terushima, Konoha, Lev, and Goshiki comforting their S/O when they are feeling insecure

Terushima

energetic baby

personal and portable hype man

i might of said this before but he is literally a bigger version of hinata

full time simp just for you ;)

he really isn't one to take things seriously or to hang onto things that happened throughout the day

hell, he cant even remember what he ate for breakfast

so because he didn't take anything really to heart, he thought everyone else didn't too

ahem

that's wrong

so after making one of his many un-announced appearances to your house, he kind of had a wake-up call

he had a key to the deadbolt by the second or third date

its just how he roles

while you had been slouched over a hot, comforting drink, he had been as loud as he usually is

you didn't mean to sound mean but it got on your nerves

it took you having a snappy tone for him to finally get through his thick skull

mr big and funky tongue piercing man suddenly becomes just that more tentative and less destructive in a way

he seems to go into a mediator role when you are upset

homie will make you confident when you aren't feeling yourself

hey want a change of looks? teru is going to put his hair cutting classes to work and show off his skills (just a little)

Its okay if you want to change something about yourself, just know your self worth

homie probably got one of those cringey red bubble pillows with saying on them, hey they make him feel like he is doing something right

we all want a ball of energy in our lives lets be honest

but then again, he is blessed to have you

Konoha

he is used to dealing with people who are insecure and have to cheer them up

a skilled 'therapist' one might say

konoha is used to dealing with bokuto on the daily, so he knows how to cheer people up

is usually a tease with you, but he does understand the concept of going too far and dose understand your limits

what i am saying is that he wont deliberately be a complete jerk, its just his personality

you just gotta pick up the phone and he will be there as soon as he can

always seems to somehow have a reassuring look gracing his face

its weirdly comforting in a way

but he will be wherever you need him

literally has gone to pick you up from uncomfortable situations before and will not hesitate to do it again

literally one of the best at the comfort hug

he may be one of the shorter people on his team (come on he is 5'10-)

but somehow that doesn't stop him from wrapping his arms around your thicker frame snugly and laying his head on top of yours if he can reach it or on your shoulder

its just so nice, I would recommend it if you get the chance

the little squeezes he gives to comfort you are just ten out of ten

they literally make you melt into him

Lev

another ball of sunshine

this time it is just stretched out into a string bean who we love and appreciate dearly

bean but make it super supportive

just long limbed toddler

if your sad or insecure, then he will get sad that your sad and will hang on you like a child

he can be a bit oblivious so cut him some slack he is trying okay?

full on thought it would take him at least half an hour minimum to notice that something is wrong

just please i am begging you don't expect him to be all reassuring at first it will take him a solid moment

i'm not saying he doesn't notice when you are down because he really does

when he notices then have fun, he will be around and hanging around you all day,

just not wanting to leave you alone

homegirl/boy you will be smothered

so many sickly sweet smooches and lanky hugs

again mentioning the hanging all over you part of lev

try escaping his childish ass

you cannot

though i cant find a reason on why you would want to anyways

will probably say something and accidentally offend you with his bluntness

but please don't take it in a mean way, he's just trying to help even if he isn't the best at it!

Goshiki

the most supportive out of all four boys

he has your back even if his own fucking bangs don't have his (please don't come for me-)

he has had his fair share of being insecure himself

it makes it easier to relate i think

sometimes his self criticism got to be to much for him too

he totally can relate with getting those little voices in your head telling you that you are not enough

he is a strong believer in the distraction method of trying to get out of an insecure streak

goshiki gives 'counter arguments'

sometimes it dose looks like those high school debate clubs i am not going to lie

make a comment on how big your thighs and calves are?

he will retort right back about how strong and cool they are

(hey maybe even a lil sexy, he could be a leg man ;) )

not feeling your plush stomach today?

mr janky bangs would talk endlessly about how comfortable it is to lay and rest on after a long day

you really will never win

but have fun trying to while having to dodge all his worship and praise as if it was a game of tag

[cosmic-waves7]

hello! idk if this is the correct way of requesting (and if it is not PLZ DELETE bcs i'm embarrassed) but if it is then can i request isogai from assclass with a rlly rich s/o? and they always buy him food/clothes and stuff THX

Note: nope, you requested the right way you're just fine, here you go bub (~￣³￣)~

Omg, spoil this baby so much pls. (｡・//ε//・｡)

He deserves the world.

I will fight anyone who thinks otherwise.

ᕦ(ಠ_ಠ)ᕤ

Yuuma isn't very well off (not saying that if you're rich you don't work hard) so he works extra hard and does his best whenever he can.

This means he tires out a lot and refuses to ask for help.

ಥ‿ಥ

He has a good trait of independency as well as politeness and kindness though that attribute lands him in a lot of sticky situations where he refuses any aid.

But you balance him out pretty well and make sure he doesn't exhaust himself to oblivion. (・∀・)

Having you spoil him really gets him blushing quick.

To be honest he gets a embarrassed and a bit ashamed at the start of the relationship because he may feel a little out of your league.

In his head you're too good for him and he can't believe he landed someone like you.

He is a hopeless simp, this boy is whipped. 🤠✋

Once he has his own person to cherish he makes sure he is everything they want.

Doesn't change who he is of course, always stays true to himself and his values but he tends to lean in to what you say, you're very precious to him.

(｡・//ε//・｡)

Lucky you.

He's always been taught to care for others, especially his partner.

Of course money shouldn't and couldn't ever amount to your love but he wants to be able to securely provide for you now and later in the future.

If you know what I mean by future.

(◠‿・)—☆

Wants you to see him as someone capable really.

He never feels envious of your wealth and would never make you feel bad about who you are or your status in his life, he only feels as if he should better himself.

In his eyes you could do no wrong, he just has to work even harder.

Precious overworked bb.

This may lead to some light arguing between you both about how much he exerts himself in school and the café (that only you knew about up until the rest of the class visited it.)

Just reassure him that you always feel safe with him no matter who he is or how much money he has to his name and pull him out of work.

I'm sure his manager will let him off the hook, after all he's never said no to a task and has always stayed in everyone's good graces.

Spoil him all you like, make him feel special and wanted as well if course but you can see he deserves a break from it all.

Love him with all of your heart, your hidden in the deepest parts of his.

( ꈍᴗꈍ)

It'll take time but eventually he'll let go of the deep ingrained self-sacrificing instinct he has and will find an equilibrium of understanding that he doesn't have to tear himself apart to be who you need.

He'll slowly let you spoil him more, not in an over the top way.

He never properly gets used to your spending.

To him, it's a little obscene.

You love flustering him by paying off any dinners you two share or always surprising him with gifts that turn out to be things he'd briefly flicked his eyes towards with want.

That video game he spotted with you in the mall.

A cool watch he saw.

A series he would've liked to complete.

Those things may pop up at his door or you straight up giving those things to him.

Any desire he might attain, you never fail to fulfill.

You'll spoil him rotten if he doesn't stop you.

As you should (⌐■-■)

It never fails to flush him bright crimson and he always shows gratitude for everything you give.

There will be times where he'll try to refuse the gift with politeness, seeing it as you're giving him too much so you'll have to force him to accept a gift occasionally.

Once you briefly joked that he's your sugar baby, you've never seen him stutter and go so red. ⟵(๑¯◡¯๑)

Petition to endlessly spoil yuuma isogai and have him as a sugar baby pls.

He still prefers to pay you back indirectly his own way to show his appreciation for you.

Might be a drink or treat on the house that you never asked for at the café.

Might be an outing to quiet nooks of the city where it's just the two of you.

It'll always involve little acts of service or more physical touch to convey the way he feels, he'll always make it meaningful for the both of you.

(◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

Isogai simply adores you, wealthy or not.

He never fails to make your heart flutter and you never fail to spend a little extra love on him.

It's an adorable match that the girls of the class swoon and the boys tease Yumma about.

[gayairbud]

i dont wanna say too much bc i wanna explore it more in my fic but like. let me just ramble out some incoherent thoughts for a second here

i really do think its interesting when ppl say cas would like.. willingly give up his grace, completely selflessly, for dean. bc to be honest, i dont think he would! i think if the only way to save dean was to give up his grace, cas would do it in a heartbeat; but i dont think he would do it selflessly. he would struggle with it. he would fail to reconcile the knowledge that he had to save dean, that it was the only way, that he would do anything to save dean and would do it again, with the fact that he very much did not want to lose his grace, to lose what made him him (in his eyes) and what made him useful (again, in his eyes). 

like, theres 3 things i know to be true about cas: hubris is and will forever be his downfall, he desperately wants to be selfless but struggles to be entirely so, and being an angel is incredibly important to him (altho its a point of obvious contention given how much its led him to suffer) 

taking endverse cas as my personal favorite example: hes cas at his absolute lowest, rawest, bad end point. given in wholly to his selfish desires, no hope, no longer an angel. he thinks of himself as worthless and clearly regrets the fact that hes become human. canon cas, who hasnt reached that rock bottom, still has these feelings festering, hes just nowhere near giving in to them (or really even aware of them, in any way he could presumably define). but whenever cas is forced to become human, or when his powers are failing, its something that very clearly upsets him (even when he tries to make his peace with it). i think its pretty fair to say that even if he chose to be in a position of no longer having angelic powers, he would be less than thrilled about it, but would likely feel like he had to give that up because he doesnt see himself as worth anything other than whatever he can sacrifice for others. 

all that to say i think if cas ended up in a position where he sacrificed his grace to save dean, it wouldnt be this grand gesture that ends with cas becoming human and happily living out his days with dean on an “even playing field” or whatever. cas would be resentful about feeling “forced” to give up his grace, but guilty about being resentful because he really chose to do it and it was to save dean, and ashamed to be struggling with reconciling all this in the first place. because to him, the answer should be easy: what reason could i possibly have to not sacrifice every last ounce of myself to save dean winchester?

[n0wornever]

Enchanted - Luke Patterson x Reader

Bc that Anon asked for a Luke imagine centered on the song Enchanted by Taylor Swift....

Reader POV

Y/N took a deep breath before pressing her hand against the cool wood door. She shouldn’t be this nervous. Her parents had their annual shmooze-fest for the holidays every year. Many tech executives and COOs would like the walls of the hall that the Butler’s rented each year. 

It was the same routine every year. Y/N would put on her best party dress, paint her face with ruby red and walk up and down the room to introduce herself to the party. Her parents would start at the other end of the room, the three crossing in the middle and acknowledging each other with a subtle nod before switching sides. 

After the hellos had been exhausted, Y/N would find a corner of the room to sit in near a window and rotate her gaze from the setting sun, to the couples swirling around the dance floor. She’d link up with her parents for a moment, her father ushering her over to meet the newest client they were desperately trying to sign. Y/N would let his hand grip her shoulder as he pulled her into a chummy embrace that lasted only long enough for her to shake the executive’s hand and then excuse herself to the restroom.  

This year was no different. Y/N had put on a perfect plain black dress with a slit at her hip. Her tights wrapped around her legs, falling into a perfect pair of red kitten heels that matched her lipstick. Y/N had wrapped her curly brown hair into a half up half down top knot, little flyaways pressing against her temples. 

“Let’s get this night over with,” She whispered to herself as the door creaked open. 

The voices boomed off the wall as she entered the dining hall. Her eyes moving through the sea of people as she looked for one in particular. Her gaze finally fell on a tall, broad shouldered man in a crisp navy blue suit. One hand rolled a glass a whisky swiftly as his other curled around the waist of a tall brunette in a shapely dress of the same color. Y/N let the corner of her mouth raise as she watched the two smile at each other for a moment before turning back to the man in front of them. 

She swore that her parents could do the rounds in their sleep. Y/N’s hand rose midway to wave toward them. Her father’s hand pushed toward him, ushering her down the stairs. Grabbing both sides of the soft black fabric, Y/N pulled the skirt of her dress up to her ankles as she made her way down the stairs. The clank of her heels ringing in her ears as she tried to make her way to the stained glass floor quickly.

As soon as she hit the main level, she let her dress billow around her, pressing her hands against the fabric at her thighs before straightening her torso. She dived through passing conversations as she made her way over to the hosting couple. Her mom held a hand out to her as soon as she reached them, Y/N taking it softly as she fell in line next to her. 

Her father tipped his cup at the man in front of him, and then over at his daughter with his best, bright smile. Y/N leans forward as the man’s eyes fall in her direction. As she met his gaze she almost stumbled backward. 

She had expected this introduction to be just like all of the others. Some middle-aged, balding CFO with a weirdly pointed grin that stuck to her side way too long. She’d shake his hand, the touch would linger for a moment before she’d pull away and excuse herself from the conversation. Instead, the man...or should she say boy, who stood in front of her looked about her age. 

He wore a velvet blue suit, a bold choice for someone who more than likely sought approval her sterile father. His curly hair was locked back in place, slicked to the side of his head. She knew she had been staring long enough when her father cleared his throat nearby, startling her back to the present moment in his green eyes. 

“Y/N, this is Lucas. His father is Mitch Patterson, the bright mind behind that AI technology I told you about a few nights ago.”

The girl glanced over at her father, taking in his raised eyebrow and pointed expression. She nodded quickly before turning back to Lucas, extending her hand out toward him.

“Of course, it is very nice to meet you. I’m Y/N.” 

The boy in front of her seemed to hesitate. She almost pulled away her hand before his rushed over to hers, shaking her arm aggressively. She looked up at him wide-eyed, wobbling with the touch. After a second of strained eye contact, the boy finally pulled away. Y/N forced herself to smile at him, before reaching over to her mother’s shoulder. She tried to ignore that the boy’s eyes monitored every move she made.

“Mother,” She whispered into the woman’s ear. “I’m going to use the restroom before I make my way across the party.” 

Her mother met her eyes, sending a wink her way before releasing her. Y/N grabbed at the hem of her dress again before taking off to the far right side of the room. She waited until her hip had properly pushed open the door to release her gown, making her way toward the mirror. 

She pressed her hands to her reddening cheeks, letting them droop back down to their fullness in her fingertips. She would not let herself get distracted by an overzealous boy tonight. She had a mission to complete so that she could sulk in peace on time. Bringing her hands down to the running water below, she quickly wiped off the memory of the forceful interaction before reaching for a towel. Dropping the item into the gold-plated bin, she made her way to the door again. 

The booming voices took control of her thoughts as she began her introductions. 

Luke’s POV

As she walked away he tried to memorize the slight smile she sent his way in passing. Her pinched brow let him know that the interaction may be forced, but with the way the light shined into those dark eyes, he didn’t really care about intention. 

She leaned into the woman next to her, leaning back to wait seemingly for a reaction. When the older woman nodded back toward her. The girl grabbed the black skirt and took off to the corner of the room. He let his eyes follow her until she drifted out of sight, finally then letting himself get roped into the conversation in front of him as he pressed the beer bottle to his lips.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like going to functions with his father. It was the best way for him to fall back into the man’s good graces after deciding to move forward with music instead of computer science next fall. His father had hoped that the fact that his band hadn’t been signed quite yet would encourage Luke to think harder about taking over his father’s company in the future. 

To be honest, the fact that he and the boys hadn’t been signed yet only made him want to push harder to make that dream a reality. But, while he was under his parent’s roof, he’d let the facade linger in the air for another year until he was finally out on his own. 

The boy let his eyes fall across the room. Everyone here tonight had definitely gone all out. There wasn’t a casual clothing item to be seen on the dance floor. Every light seemed to be hung with care as the fell in rows of twinkling starlight across the ceiling. His gaze paused at the resurgence of a familiar satin-lined dress. 

Y/N scurried across the floor in front of him, making her way over to the larger stout man who greeted her with a warm smile. Luke felt his lips pull across in a smile as he watched her lean a hand against the man, a bright white grin across her face as she spoke animatedly toward him.

This wasn’t her first gala, he predicted. The way that she seemed to ease into conversation with three others who stood next to the previous man with ease. Outstretching a hand each time, a warm smile planted on her face and a comfortably short conversation held with each one. Luke’s focus was taken by a pull on his arm. Looking over to his right he saw his father smiling down at him knowingly. 

“So Lucas, you father said you’re thinking about taking over the family business?” 

The boy frowned. He hated when his father inflated the truth to absolute strangers without telling him. That meant that he had to be reactionary on the fly, which he was getting better at but the science was not perfected in the least. 

“Uh, yeah, it’s a....” He side-eyed his father before meeting the gaze of the man in front of him. “I guess it’s always a possibility.”

Mitch knocked slightly into his son’s shoulder before letting out a soft chuckle. Luke’s eyes fell between the two men a few times before he leaned back and listened to the normal spiel his father received. Lofty ideas about how his technology could work “seamlessly” with whatever organization he met with this time. Luke let the conversation slip from his grip as he monitored the rest of the party.

His gaze bobbed through seas of people, unable to find those twilight eyes anywhere in the mixture. Just tons of older adults, grabbing glasses of wine off of silver platters and holding each other a little too closely on the marble tile in the middle of the room. Finally, his eyes landed on the corner near the DJ booth. To the right of his equipment sat a bay window, and a young girl was perched in it, staring out and up. 

Luke looked to the left and right of her for a moment, not seeing another person taking up any of the space around her. He felt his heartbeat quicken in his chest as he turned back to the trio next to him, tapping the bottle in his hand against his father’s forearm.

“I’m going to get some air,” Luke said, the words falling out of his mouth like hot lava. 

His father looked at him with a confused glance, but his scrunched eyebrows moved back to their resting place on his forehead before he nodded at the boy. As soon as he had approval, Luke pointed his toes in her direction and briskly walked toward the back of the room. 

The moon looked exquisitely full tonight. She was at her high point in the sky, little sparkles of starlight scattered around her in the pitch black sky. Y/N admired the elegance in her shine, and envied the abundance of space she had to her own tonight. 

Sighing to herself, Y/N leaned against the cool glass. Her gaze straight in front of her, she barely heard the footsteps that made their way to her. It wasn’t until her heard a bright laugh that she turned away from her focus on the sky. 

“You look extremely excited to be here.”

Reader POV

Her eyes quickly met those jade-filled rings with pursed lips. The boy from earlier stood in front of her, both eyebrows raised as he held his drink at his stomach with one hand in a pocket of his dress pants. She rotated her legs, facing completely forward in her seat to face him.

“A why does my enjoyment level mean anything to you?”  

Luke’s jaw cocked to the right as he held back a laugh. “A little intense for a first question, don’t you think?” 

She didn’t respond, waiting with her hands in her lap and her head slightly leaned to the right side as she took him in in. The dimpled cheek was hard to ignore as the boy fought back his grin. His finger tapped against the glistening brown bottle in his hand as he leaned in toward her in anticipation. She finally pressed her palms to her skirt, parting her lips up at him. 

“If you must know, I’d rather be anywhere but here.”

This is when he finally let himself laugh, nodding eagerly over to her in response. He brought his glass up toward her. Y/N quickly grabbed the smaller plastic cup of water, bringing it up to meet it. She felt her lips press upward out of her control as she brought her drink back to her chest. 

“That makes two of us, Y/N Covington.” 

The way he said her last name made her stomach lurch. She could feel the distain in her throat as she pressed her lips to the cold liquid, pushing it down her drying vocal cords.

“You don’t have to say it like that,” She said softly. Luke looked at her wide eyes, hands immediately raising.

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way, it’s just that, well,” The boy brought a hand to his head, scratching at the back of it. “Your family isn’t necessarily low key. And I’ve had to hear my father talk about this meeting with yours for about a month now.” 

Y/N’s lips formed an “o” as she watched the boy slip and slide over his explanation. 

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that. My father is...notorious for stealing the show,” She watched as Luke’s shoulders finally sunk down to a relaxed state. “He’s exhausting honestly. I’m just glad your father is able to talk for a long period of time about nothing at all as well.” 

Luke rose an eyebrow at her, leaning back to look over at their parents before making his way back to her. He shook his head as a giggle escaped his lips. He walked over to the window, falling into the seat next to her. 

Y/N tried to ignore the fact that goosebumps appeared on her arms as his brushed hers. He brought a hand down to her knee as he pointed his beer out toward the dance floor. 

“You have to admit, they do look a bit happier than we do right now.”

He noted to way her leg stiffened underneath his touch, but he didn’t remove his hand. It was the way her wide, olive-colored eyes looked up at him as his eyes migrated back to her face that solidified that decision. He watched her eyes flicker toward the ceiling for a moment before meeting his.

“Yes, but at what cost?” Y/N said in an emotionless tone.

Luke sighed as he looked at her. He understood the feeling. The look of dread spread across her face looked all too familiar to him. He had been the person who was left on the side of the floor all night as his parents preoccupied themselves all night. Tapping on her knee, he brought a smile back up to his lips. 

“What?” She asked, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

“Let’s dance,” He said cooly, standing up from his spot next to her.

Luke’s POV

He watched as those widened eyes bulged again as she shook her head vigorously toward him. Nevertheless, Luke brought his hand out to her, leaving it hanging between them as he stood in front of her. After a moment of him glaring at her disapproving actions, he heard her sigh. Finally, a soft hand lifted up toward his as she rose from her spot. 

He tried not to grin too eagerly as he watched a soft smile land on her pink cheeks. He interlaced their fingers as he lead her through the party. His hand pushed men on the each side of them out of the way as he parted the crowd to get to the dance floor. 

His eyes landed on an open spot in the corner, and he raced toward it dragging her behind him. He swore he could hear a soft giggle behind him, making his heart leap forward in his chest. As he finally made it to the destination, he spun her out in front of him. His breath was stolen from him as her twirling dark skirt flew in the manmade breeze. That smile was still plastered to her face, so he took that as an invitation to pull her in.

As his hand fell to her waist, her arms circled his neck. He was sure that she felt his nerves form in little nervous bumps on his next at her silk touch, but the closeness of their bodies melted any sense of anxiety that came his way. He let his eyes glaze over her features, that dewey skin and those radiant eyes spotlighted even more so in the heavy lighting surrounding them. 

Reader’s POV

He moved her with ease, swaying them back and forth to the soft, slow beat playing in the background. She tried not to notice the way his hands slipped lower on her back, but she couldn’t help but take a sharp breath in at the sweet touch.

Luke’s smile was bright in front of her, never leaving hers and Y/N was in awe of the fact that their staring didn’t feel forced in the slightest. As his arm tightened around her, she took in another sharp breath as her body sat flesh to his. She could feel his warm breath on her neck as they continued to move in sync.

His eyes wandered down her face, her lips buzzing the lower his gaze fell. Nerves taking over, she looked over the boys shoulder to see that her parents hadn’t even noticed that she had left her spot at the window, laughing at something Luke’s father said as the two couples held their spot in the middle of the party. 

She let another groan escape her lips as her eyes wandered back to dance partner. Luke pressed his lips together into a fine straight line, glaring through her. 

“What?” She asked, moving her hand to brush the hair at the back of his neck.

Luke’s cheeks flushed at her touch and Y/N smiled to herself as she watched him compose himself. Finally, the boy swallowed hard and shook his head at her, dipping her slightly in his arms, raising her back quickly to meet his gaze. 

“Focus on the moment right now,” He reminded her like he had said it to her a million times before. “They’ll be there at the end of the night. Right now, it’s just you and me.”

Outwardly she nodded, but internally Y/N’s mind was going 100 miles per hour. She tried to contain her racing thoughts as she let Luke continue to spin her around. She let her head lean on his shoulder to escape the constant pressure of his eyes on her. 

They swayed like that for a few more minutes before the light piano music was replaced by a swinging jazz number. She sighed to herself, knowing her father was going to be front and center to swing his mother around the floor. She let a quiet “ugh” escape her lips. 

As her head rose to meet Luke’s, he gave her a tense, confused look. His eyes wandered across the floor where he saw her parents flying around the black and white boxes. As he gazed back at her he let his hands leave her waist, causing her to let go of his neck. 

The two stood awkwardly in front of each other for a moment before Luke reached out for her hand, connecting them. Before Y/N’s voice could escape her chest to protest, the boy was pulling her across the room.  He didn’t look back at her the entire time, pushing through the back doors to bring her out into the chilly autumnal night.

As they parted again, Luke’s hands fell into his pockets as hers came to cross at her chest. 

“What gives, Patterson?”

“I knew you didn’t want to be in there, so I thought I’d execute your escape.” 

Luke looked down at his feet for a moment before meeting her eyes. Y/N bit down on her bottom lip for a moment before letting a waterfall of giggles fall from her lips. Luke finally joined in with her, watching carefully as she made her way closer to him again. 

“You know, I just may keep you around,” Y/N said, letting her hands circle his neck once again. 

Luke brought his hands to her waist, tugging at her hips to bring close the space between them. Their lips inches apart, the boy’s smile grew as he looked down at her, the light hue of the white moonlight shining behind the girl.

“I like the sound of that,” He whispered, leaning his forehead in toward hers. 

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[mandolovian]

1. triple-scented jasmine

pairing: cottagecore!din djarin/the mandalorian x reader

warnings: none! reader has some gently spicy feelings but it’s all pretty mild and full of yearning + fluff + pining

word count: 1.7k

a/n: this entire concept is dedicated to @mndalorians​​ - thank u for fueling both my desire to live in the woods, and also to live in the woods with a tin can metal man. let me know what you think! pls expect more of this world bc i love it so so so so much ✨

You’d been eyeing the Mandalorian that moved into the property across from yours.

It was a rundown bungalow sitting on overgrown land: soil that hadn’t been turned, cobwebs that hadn’t been dusted. The previous owner was a portly man with ruddy cheeks - good-natured in temperament, but heavy-handed with the liquor. Towards the later years of his life, he became increasingly neglectful of the raised garden beds that lined the fences, and the poor citrus trees were left to shrivel into husks of their magnificent beings.

The arrival of a spaceship onto the planet sent many hushed whispers through the little farming community, no matter what kind of spaceship it was. Mira came rushing to your front door that morning, laden with town-gossip and bottles of bantha milk, a little shiny eyed and sweaty at effort it had taken to speed walk to your house in the morning sun.

‘It’s a Mandalorian,’ she stage-whispers, cooling herself with an old newspaper while sitting on your porch steps. ‘All shiny and pretty too. Parked his ship in the old hangars downtown. Probably the only ship in those hangars, to tell the honest truth.’

You lean against the doorframe, picking at a loose string on your apron. ‘What’s a Mandalorian doing around here, Mira?’ you ask.

‘Beats me,’ Mira says, shuffling her heavy skirts to sit more comfortably on the steps. The fabric hides the swell of her belly, and she keeps a hand on it when she leans back to look at you. ‘I heard it’s the same shiny Mandalorian that was shooting up all those Outer Rim cities. Maybe he’s looking to settle down here!’

You look down in exasperation at Mira with raised eyebrows, and she throws her hands up in defence before going back to vigorously fanning herself.

‘Either way,’ she says after a while, getting up with some difficulty. You offer her your arm and she takes it gratefully, heaving herself up to her feet. ‘It’ll be some excitement for us, you know?’

Her voice drops to a stage whisper again as she grabs your forearm, grinning toothily. ‘Maybe he’s single and is really looking to settle down!’

‘Mira please-’

‘I’m just saying!’ she says, waving you off. You help her collect the empty bottles back into her basket, and she waddles back down the porch steps. ‘If that Mandalorian comes knocking at your door, you best be opening it!’

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Mira wasn’t wrong. He really was quite shiny.

With a mug of coffee and a biscuit, you settle yourself on the window seat and curle up your feet under you. It’s a prime position to look through the cracks of the curtains as the Mandalorian unloads his luggage off the rusty hover-trailer. The sun is high in the sky and shines off his armour as he lifts case after case off the trailer, stacking them on the porch of the bungalow.

A little baby follows the Mandalorian’s feet as he walks from the trailer to the house. Green, about a foot high, and almost entirely composed of petal-ears that raises and lowers in time with the crates that the Mandalorian carried. Your heart tightens a little when the baby trips over his little robe and goes sprawling into an overgrown rosemary bush, and tightens just a little more when the Mandalorian reaches down to pick the baby up, stroke his ears, and press the baby’s forehead to his helmet.

Maybe he is here to settle down.

You concede that he’s difficult to wholly admire from afar, but even with the distance that unfortunately befalls between you, you can tell that he was strong. Broad. You let your mind wander at the sight of his thighs when he kneels to tug at a handful of weeds that prevents his fence from latching firmly.

Capable and compassionate.

And if your eyes flutters shut and your thighs press against each other with just a little bit of pressure? Well, no one needed to know.    

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‘Hi there!’

If anyone told you that you would open your front door, dressed in a nightdress and slippers, to a fully armoured and incredibly luminescent Mandalorian, you would say they were absolutely dreaming. Even still, there he stands, in his beskar glory, and your breath catches a little at the sight of his broad shoulders taking up nearly all of the doorway.

‘Hello,’ he says, and maker you’re already melting at his voice. ‘My son and I, we just-’ he haphazardly gestures behind him, ‘-moved into the house down there.’

‘I saw,’ you say quietly, choosing to avoid mentioning how much you’ve already stared at him today. ‘What can I do for you?’

‘We don’t seem to have electricity at the house,’ he says with a sigh, tapping his fingers against his belt. ‘There’s nothing wrong with the fuses but the entire system seemed turned off. Would you... would you maybe know why?’

‘You might not have your house connected to the grid,’ you say after a beat, tapping the corner of your lips in thought. ‘That house has been empty for years, of course it’d be disconnected.’

‘Is there a way to fix that?’

You shake your head, and the Mandalorian sighs quietly in response. ‘Not till morning,’ you say. ‘You’ll need to see Ledo Rikil in town tomorrow - he’ll be able to link your house up to the grid.’

‘I see,’ says the Mandalorin. He seems a little sheepish, perhaps dejected, and he lets out a tinny sigh again. Wrapping your arms around your middle, you shift slightly on your feet.

‘If it’s any consolation,’ you begin, not wanting to part so readily, ‘tonight will be warm so you’ll not need any heating, but maybe I can give you some candles for the dark?’

The Mandalorian hums, deep and sugary. Your toes curl inside your slippers at the sound and you feel ever so slightly dizzy. ‘That would be wonderful,’ he said, and stars, was it always going to be like this? Could you keep it together for one conversation?

You usher him over the step into your house, and he gingerly walks in. You can tell that he’s trying his best to avoid stomping on your floorboards, and you know better than to ask him to take his boots off. The Mandalorian carefully moves himself to stand on the rug in your living area - as if he’s a penguin seeking an iceberg on the wooden sea.

‘This is a nice house,’ he says, tilting his helmet as he watched you from the middle of the room. ‘Very… homely.’

He trails off at the end of the sentence, and seems to sink even more sheepishly into his beskar studded boots.

‘You’re allowed to take inspiration, if you like,’ you say with a soft laugh, turning to rummage through your cupboards. ‘Can’t imagine that the old shack has any personality right now.’

‘I haven’t lived in a house in a long time,’ says the Mandalorian, and you hum in response. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him cautiously take a seat at the edge of your couch, rearranging his limbs until his hands were folded on his lap like a regency-era maiden.

‘Well,’ you say, balancing several candles in your arms as you walk over to him, ‘you’ve come to the right place for inspiration and illumination.’

Onto the coffee table in front of him, you lay out the selection: four paraffin pillar candles, a handful of tealights, and one ornate jar, complete with a glass lid. The Mandalorian leans forward and rests his forearms on his knees, tilting his helmet to silently assess your layout.

‘The paraffin ones should be your go-to candles,’ you say, sitting back on your knees on the rug in front of the coffee table. Gently, you push the pillar candles closer to him. ‘They can burn for half a day, and they have a very bright flame. They’ll brighten an entire room with no problem.’

You pick up a tealight, and hand it to the Mandalorian. It sits tiny in the middle of his palm, and he strokes the edge of the wick gently with a gloved finger.

‘Those are good for temporary use,’ you say. ‘Or if you only need light for a small area. Or just for decorating. Up to you, really.’

‘And the glass one?’ he ask.

You pick up the jar and open it, before offering it to the Mandalorian. ‘It’s a housewarming gift,’ you say. ‘Triple-scented jasmine. Made it myself.’

The Mandalorian puts down the tealights, and accepts the jar with as much gentle grace as an armoured man could. ‘You made this yourself?’ he asks, and you nod shyly.

With a quiet groan, you sit up on your knees, and flex side to side to stretch out your sore hips. ‘They’re not too hard to make,’ you say, ‘I could show you one day if you’d like?’

There’s a soft crackle of a laugh, made hoarse by his helmet. It’s warm, delightful, and you wonder what it might feel like against the apples of your cheeks.

‘It’s incredible,’ he say, and you fiddle demurely with the edge of your dress at the praise. ‘Thank you so much for all of this - how could I ever repay you?’

‘Nonsense,’ you say, standing up straight and brushing off your skirts. The Mandalorian stands up with you, and he haphazardly arranges the candles in his forearms before sheepishly accepting a canvas bag from you. ‘Just… come say hello every so often. I’ll introduce you to everyone!’

‘Everyone?’

He’s standing back on your doorstep now, swinging the bag of candles lightly in his left hand. The moonlight shines off the harsh planes of his armour, and you idly wonder how often and how long he spent polishing it. You’d have to ask sometime.

‘It’s a small town,’ you say. ‘We help each other out. It helps knowing one another.’

The Mandalorian steps backwards, carefully down the porch steps and onto your gravel path. ‘I’ll hold you to that,’ he says, tilting his helmet towards you. ‘I’ll see you later.’

You cross your arms against the quiet breeze, and lean against the post. ‘Goodnight, Mandalorian.’

[aspoonfuloffiction]

I don't consider the writing in bridgerton to be pitch-perfect by any means but I really hate people for dragging the writer in episode 6 and even saying stuff like how "she should go back to writing classes" or that that episode should've focused on Kate instead of Edwina. Kate wasn't on the altar that day, Edwina was, so it makes perfect sense why SHE is the main focus instead of her sister when she has not been given any insight into what has truly been happening all this time. And a writer per episode doesn't just make all these decisions by themselves, the whole season is planned out and each script goes through several phases before its given out for production, so to blame this woman and say she's unfit to do her job is just????? I think re: Anthony at least, it can feel a bit disorienting because he goes through several different scenes with varying emotions from him, but this is why I kind of found it also realistic because a) he's caught in a situation where his family's reputation relies on someone who isn't him, therefore he doesn't have full control over it like he always tries to, and b) when he talks with Edwina, despite trying to be fully honest with her as she wants, he's also not because he's saying that Kate is "an easily removed obstacle", as in someone whom he "would" cut off from himself and his life despite us and him knowing that he frankly never could or will. And I completely get being angry with him over that line bc it's such a cheap shot, but it made sense that he's trying to paint this increasingly depressing picture of their potential marriage with some 'saving graces' in order for Edwina to still consider marrying him in order for them to evade scandal.

I feel like the script this episode (or at least the actors) do a really good job at showcasing emotions without the need for an explicit dialogue bit to explain all of it. Like when Anthony was all "she will have no part in our lives anymore if we get married", Edwina looks shocked and even hurt by the idea despite obviously being previously angry with Kate. So much of Edwina and Kate's conversations, and even Edwina and Anthony's circle back to Edwina and Kate, because even when Edwina talks about marrying Anthony to Kate it still has more to do with their complicated relationship than with Anthony (like saying her decision to marry him will have nothing to do with Kate, indirectly putting her feelings towards her sister in the spotlight than anything she might feel for Anthony).

There’s a difference between “I didn’t like this” and “No one liked this” or “This is objectively bad”. And I do not think people know that.

In fact fandom would have you believe that The Choice is the lowest rated episode of the show its not. In fact its not even the lowest rated episode of this season. As per imdb Bridgerton’s lowest rated episode was Diamond of the First Water and season 2’s lowest rated episode is Capital R Rake. So you know do with that what you will.

Also I can’t not see the directed vitriol to Lou-Lou Igbokwe, who is the only black woman credited on this season, and not think of the well established and well documented pattern of anti-blackness in the fandom. If Bridgerton fans did not have a history of pretty horrible discussion and treatment of black characters, actors, and creatives. I wouldn’t bring it up. However this fandom consistently tries to shut out black voices. So I am less inclined to call it a coincidence.

I think Lou-Lou did a good job with what she had. She was dealt a hard episode and she made it an entertaining hour of TV. I may not agree with all her or the other writers choices. (Anthony is unbearably confounding this episode) but I think she did a mostly good job. Because shit was entertaining and ultimately that’s what TV is meant to be—entertaining.

(also I agree Edwina was owed episode 6 I’m not sure about Edwina’s reaction to Anthony’s words. I’m actually ok with the reading that Edwina is pissed off at Kate and in bit of a blind rage the whole time because I like when we let women be angry but if you want we can talk about that more later!)

[purplebass]

Romantic Development in COI

I’ve seen a few posts going around about people not being fond or not believing in Lucie and Jesse’s relationship development in Chain of Iron, so I thought I’d make a post to discuss this. And I will use Jordelia’s development to make you understand how Blackdale has a complete opposite development but it does have it.

Jordelia have known each other since they were kids, so they have this connection. We glimpsed it through the Days Past chapters, and we know that they’ve always liked each other but never openly said it, mostly because they were kids and because of the effect of the gracelet on James. 

Blackdale met in 1897, and we witnessed their meeting on paper. Unlike the other two, they didn’t have a connection until later, when they met each other in 1903 again. That’s because Lucie was 10 at the time, and Jesse was a ghost who was aware kids may be able to see him, so he probably didn’t think too much of it - she would not be able to see him anymore in the future, so why bother? Perhaps he lingered in Lucie’s mind, considering she had a mini adventure the night she met him. In fact when they meet again in 1903, it is clear that neither of them has forgotten about each other. 

This is a matter of life and death, and of public and private.

James and Cordelia are both alive, which means that even if he was wearing the gracelet and denying his feelings for the woman he loves, that he would eventually acknowledge when the thing is off, which is what happens, but Cordelia is departing London so it has to be delayed. But they have time to make up and have a talk. Jesse is dead, and only Lucie can see him, which is a shock to Jesse himself, because he thought that no one could do that unless they were kids. Unlike Jordelia, they don’t have time, because he is fading. 

Jordelia is in a sham marriage, so they are a married couple publicly. We are all aware that they love each other and that the author is taking time to make them reveal their feelings openly, because they are the main couple of this series. This is why their development seems more of the slow burn type, with them dancing around their issues and never resolving them. There is time to explore, time for confrontations, for romantic moments between them. James and Cordelia would want to do things. But they don’t act on their desire because James respects Cordelia and doesn’t want to take advantage of the situation, and Cordelia has self-worth and she also doesn’t want to engage in those activities when she thinks James’ heart is pledged to someone else. When it happens, because it will, the both of them will have revealed their feelings for each other, thus “granting” each other permission to seal this marriage. There is a moment in COI, when Cordelia goes to Sona, where she’s afraid her mother is going to ask her whether she consumed the marriage. Which means that the thought is in her mind, because we know how she’s bothered by James, how she gets shy from his glances alone, and how she blushes when they are in “marital” situations. And he is aware too, of course. Cordelia still doesn’t have the guts to reveal her feelings for James, in order not to be hurt (bc she thinks he loves Grace). While James wasn’t able to confess his true feelings because of the gracelet effect on him. We know that without the gracelet, James would have likely confessed to Cordelia he loved her already, don’t we. And I’m sure he will, but so far they have kept a few things from each other, and there’s been quite a lot of miscommunication.

Blackdale is not married in the legal sense, but it’s like they are. Jesse giving her his locket was like an understanding of sorts. The events in COG last one week, and we see how in that span, Jesse changes from being wary of the Herondales to trusting them because he sees that they are not like his mother told him. He and Lucie spend four months seeing each other every night, discussing things, enjoying each other’s company. They bond on literature, on writing, on mental things, on the abstract. Their connection is more emotional, and it goes on a deeper level, because they fell for each other’s souls. Of course, I’m not denying that they also like the exterior, the body. We’ve had a few times where Lucie checks him out, sees things about him that she hadn’t noticed. And we discover that he also did the same. The way Lucie appears in his memories is different than the image she has of herself. We know that they appreciate each other’s appearance, but their connection goes beyond that. And it all fits with the fact that Jesse was a ghost. Incorporeal. Some would say fictional, since only Lucie and two other people could see him. But at the same time, a solid presence in Lucie’s life, when she didn’t go to other people to reveal her worries and feelings. Their relationship is private, in fact no one knows until the end and they don’t even know the extent of Lucie’s connection to Jesse (maybe only Cordelia got it), but they are more honest about their feelings and desires. Whenever they argued, they discussed things and made up, so there is no miscommunication here. 

We don’t see what happens during those months between COG and COI, but that is not the point. The point here is that while Jordelia is more of a public couple where everyone knows that they are together (even if they say it’s for show), no one knows about Blackdale, not even Grace. Grace doesn’t seem to be aware that her brother and Lucie formed strong a bond, she just thinks Lucie is interested in his cause. Which, by any means, she started being interested in not because of pity, but because she understood that she may have done something to help him because of her power. The affection they both feel developed later, as they started spending more time together. 

Where Jordelia have all of the time in the world (hence their development is slow because otherwise this wouldn’t be a trilogy), Blackdale doesn’t. This is why Jesse tells her that he is happy to spend time with her as if they were married, and asks her to kiss him. He only does it because Lucie reveals her feelings, otherwise I guess he wouldn’t have dared, and he said so himself. Lucie’s confession let him be open about the things he would love to experience before he completely disappears. It is like a bucket list. And Lucie indulges, because she also wants to do those things. What matters here is the quality of the moments, not quantity. 

[joontier]

mile high memoirs | oneshot

synopsis: you and the two other rappers of the global sensation BTS make a collaboration of sorts 

pairings: namgi (namjoon and yoongi) x reader

rating: R (18+)

genre: fluff, humor, smut | au: idol! au; established relationship! au

warnings: pwp basically hnngnhng; and yes sex on a private jet bc why tf not ; cunnilingus, oral sex (m and f receiving), cum swallowing, dom! Yoongi undertones, threesome, double penetration, anal sex, multiple orgasms; i have nothing else to say at this point except im dragging yall with me to thirst hours

word count: 5.9k

g/n: NAMGI NATION RISE!!!!!! anywho, this is a lovely gift for @mintseesaw​ for being an awesomesauce person in general and yes, we’re thirsting for the same men bUT SHE WONT SHARE HNGNNNG SO I’VE WRITTEN THIS INSTEAD (in the hopes that this might satiate my obviously unquenchable thirst for the hyung line!?/1!?!?) ALSO THIS IS HEAVILY UNEDITED KJFSKDJFSDJF please let me know what you think! x

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“_________! Please look this way!”

“How do you feel about New Day becoming the number one streamed song in more than forty countries after being released just last week?”

“Is it true that you’re in a relationship with BTS’ Suga? Or RM? Or are the three of you engaged in a polyamorous relationship?”

The last one catches you off guard and you look away from the cameras to hide the amusement on your face. The last thing you need is people speculating about your personal life once they see your reaction to their questions, so you continue on your way to immigration, face down and expressionless.

If you were being completely honest, there was always a crowd that came with you when you had schedules overseas, fans and paparazzi huddled together as they took pictures of you. But today was different, especially considering the fact that you were also at Gimpo, and not Incheon.

With Gimpo, a significantly less busier airport than Incheon, you had only anticipated a smaller crowd but you seemed to have forgotten that you were scheduled to fly with two of the rappers of BTS to Amsterdam today to film the music video for your collaboration, “New Day”.

Upon your arrival, a throng of security guards placed themselves as barricades to bar the large group of people from crowding the hallways. Your team successfully weaves your way through the massive crowd and arrives safely by the immigration.

You soon see your boyfriend lounging by the private boarding area, and Yoongi immediately stands to greet you. You place a quick peck on his lips when you meet. Namjoon stands to greet you as well and you turn to the younger man to give him a huge hug. “It’s been a while since I saw you Joonie!” The tall rapper gets shy at your nickname, dimples peeking as he looks down.

“It must have been wild out there,” Yoongi says, giving you a once over as he checks if you got hurt or injured on the way to the boarding area. You coo at your boyfriend, face crumpling at his concern even after years of being in a relationship. Nuzzling your head onto the crook of his neck, you inhale the wonderful scent of the perfume you’d gave him when you came back from your US tour.

“Yeah it was! Honestly whenever I leave Korea, the amount of people who’d send me off isn’t even half of the crowd out there – and that’s already in Incheon! Not Gimpo! I always seem to forget that you guys are worldwide superstars!” Yoongi just laughs at your observation, shaking his head at you as he offers his iced Americano. 

Unbeknownst to those outside your private lives, you had initially met Yoongi pre-debut. You used to attend the same school back in Daegu and fun fact: you were the same ex-girlfriend he’d composed a letter for during high school and sent the same to a radio station to have it aired.

You had both met at a tender age, and admittedly, there were a few petty reasons for your break-up, but one of them was because you both wanted to pursue a career in music, and with the kpop industry not exactly big on the idols dating, you had decided to remain friends, for the time being.

It was Yoongi who contacted you first when you debuted in late 2012, and as you caught on with your lives, sharing similar stories during your trainee days, he’d also asked you to anticipate their debut in a few months’ time as well.

True to his word, their group debuted the following year in June, and you had sent congratulatory flowers to BigHit, praising them for their powerful stages and a very promising career. You and Yoongi had kept in touch ever since. Nothing wrong about rekindling an old flame, right?

Funny enough, dating under the radar seemed to have fallen naturally for the two of you as you both prefer staying indoors and improvising dates rather than having to go out and risk getting caught by the media. Besides, it would have been easier just in case things got a little bit heated. Which happened most of the time. In your defense though, being able to meet at least once a week was already a blessing – so occurrences like that were bound to happen…

One day while you were trying to work out this melody for a song you composed, Yoongi sat next to you and pulled you on his lap as he rested his chin on your shoulder. “Why don’t I help you with that love?” He lets you rest your back on his chest as his fingers fluidly move against the piano keys. Genuinely satisfied with what he played for you, you placed a kiss on his cheek as a token of your gratitude. “Thanks, Suga PDnim.”

“Speaking of that… do you want to have a collab – you and me?” You look at him, expectantly, mouth slightly open at surprise of his proposal. Truthfully, you had thought about that even before you actually got back in to a relationship, but you could never really bring the subject up because he always seemed so busy and you didn’t want to burden him any further by asking for extra work.

And that’s what you told him, but your boyfriend only laughed at you, intertwining his hands with yours on the piano. “Baby, I would’ve dropped all the other collaborations if you had just said the word.”

You were beyond elated, and honored, and when Namjoon came in to check on Yoongi, the latter asked if he had any opinion on a collaboration between Yoongi and you. Your boyfriend even convinced the younger rapper to get involved in the track. With the blessing of Bang PDnim, you’re finally here, scheduled to travel overseas to film the music video for the track the three of you had worked on which went global in mere hours, thanks to the very talented men you got the chance to work with.

You take out your camera from your bag to film a little, just in case you’ll get to release a ‘behind-the-scenes’ vlog for your collaboration. You make an attempt to film Yoongi who’s half-awake but all to no avail. Namjoon gladly offers some screen time for your video. The younger rapper laughs shyly when you squeal in excitement asking him for a few words about your collaboration. Namjoon does so like a professional: telling the camera where you’re headed off to today, thanking the fans for their never-ending support, and wishing them to anticipate the upcoming music video. 

It doesn’t take long before someone tells the lot that your plane is ready to board, so you wake a dazed Yoongi and bid goodbye to the rest of the staff who were taking a separate flight to your destination. 

Ever the hardworking idol, Yoongi decides to make some revisions on a song he’s working on while you take this time to finally finish a book Namjoon himself recommended a while back. You don’t notice the hours that have passed by when you check the window, and it’s already pitch-black outside, save the occasional gray because of the clouds.

Unbuckling your seatbelt, you head over to the lavatory to relieve your bladder. On your way back to your seat, you glance Namjoon’s way and see the flesh-colored screen your eyes getting glued to the screen watching two men pound a girl into the mattress. You get drawn back to reality because of some minor turbulence and you quickly avert your eyes from the screen.

“Babe, Joonie’s watching porn,” you whisper as you get to your seat, snuggling into your warm blanket. “And who told my girlfriend it was right to snoop into other people’s preferential pastimes?”  

You roll your eyes at him, “It’s not like I purposely watched what was on his screen! Just in case you needed the facts, he was seated with his back facing me, so it’s just natural that I’d get a glimpse of whatever ‘preferential pastime’ it is that you he was doing on his phone! It’s not my fault he didn’t dim the brightness if he truly wanted to watch it privately- “

“You didn’t need to go off, babe,” Yoongi laughs, placing a kiss on your head. “Should we head to bed now? I wanna sleep…and cuddle. Sleep, really, but since you’re here, I guess we could cuddle.”

“You make it sound like it’s a chore!”

Yoongi gives your indignance no attention, just tugging you up from your seat towards the bedroom. “Joon, we’re going to go to sleep now. You should go do the same soon.”

Namjoon’s lips part to reply, but Yoongi beats him to it. “And don’t even think about attempting to sleep in that seat. There are two beds back there for a reason. _______ and I will just share one. Feel free to take the other.” A small smile graces the younger man’s face in gratitude, nodding his head as he wishes you both a good night’s sleep.

Of course, life is bittersweet – so even with an insanely comfy bed and your boyfriend beside you to snuggle freely – a good night’s sleep is the last thing you get. Restlessly turning to lie on your back for what seems to be the hundredth time tonight, you heave a sigh as you stare at the jet’s ceiling. Must’ve been the iced Americano you shared with Yoongi before you boarded. Damn him and his triple-shot Americano.

Namjoon enters the room and notices your state of restlessness. “Can’t sleep?”

“Sort of.”

“There’s warm milk by the galley if you want some.”

“I’m too lazy to get up…”

Namjoon chortles, finding it’s moments like these that remind him of your likeness to Yoongi. “I can get you some if you want?” Namjoon offers, already turning to leave the room but you grab his arm, stopping him from doing so.

“No, please! You really don’t need to. I know I’ll be able to sleep in a few more minutes….”

“The average person falls asleep in twenty, and you and Yoongi hyung came here about an hour ago,” Namjoon points out. Giving him a blank stare, you reply, “Why don’t you head to bed and rest? We’ve still got a long day tomorrow.”

“Okay. Good night, noona.”

“Night Joonie.”

You have proven all of Google’s methods of falling asleep faster to be false. Warm milk, the 4-7-8 breathing method, relaxing music, even counting sheep in vain. You’d even tried working on your vlog to Amsterdam (that you probably aren’t even going to release), giving up when you couldn’t make out Yoongi’s slurred speech when you tried to interview him while he was napping (you don’t know why you even bothered at this point, but you probably thought it was funny earlier this afternoon).

Nada. Nothing was working, not when you’ve still got three shots of espresso coursing through your veins.

There was only one way left and you had a feeling that this was going to definitely knock you out. You need to get exhausted, and the only idea left is sitting cross-legged at the back of your head, blowing a huge bubble with her gum as she files her nails. She looks at you with taunting eyes. You glance over to Namjoon’s bed, analyzing his features to see if he had gone to sleep already or not. A light snore that escapes his lips assures you so.

Letting out another exhale, you turn to face Yoongi on your left, studying his features. Your boyfriend wakes when your lips graze his cheek as you place a light kiss on his milky skin. One eye pries open to peer at you. “Babe, what are you doing?” His groggy voice shouldn’t have appealed to you as strongly as it did now, but your desperation to get some sleep had seemed to travel south.

“Just kissing my beautiful boyfriend,” you shrug innocently, fighting the teasing lilt in your voice when you see the corner of his lips rise at your sudden compliment. “You don’t fool me, Miss _____, Billboard’s Top Female Solo Artist of the Year, MAMA’s Best Rap Performance, Golden Disc Awards’ Best…”

“Okay, okay, you got me.” You giggle as Yoongi pulls you closer to meet your lips in a chaste kiss. “What’s wrong princess?” You state the obvious, pointing to your eyes which now probably had bags under them. “Can’t sleep,” you pout, slipping your hand underneath his shirt to give him a back rub as you snuggle to his chest.

“And what do you suppose we are to do about it?” Yoongi asks, chest rumbling as he speaks. You take your bottom lip between your teeth as you look up at him expectantly, giving him a knowing look.

Yoongi looks at you incredulously, the lack of rest still visible in his features. You instantly look away, guilt spreading across your chest. You internally scold yourself as you had to wake up your boyfriend for selfish reasons. Your boyfriend senses your sudden hesitance and places a finger under your chin, ordering you to look at him. “Hey, hey, look at me darling. Right here, right now? I’m gonna be honest with you, I don’t have the energy to-“

“Doesn’t matter, I’ll do all the work.”

“And Namjoon, who’s just a mere meter away?” His pitch lowers, voice now barely above a whisper. You nod shyly and Yoongi’s eyes darken at your unspoken offer.

“You’re a naughty little slut, aren’t you?” Yoongi hisses, placing his hands on your waist and lifting you easily to have your sit on his thighs, just below his crotch. “Wanting to fuck on a plane, while another member is sleeping right beside us?”

Placing your hands on Yoongi’s chest for support, you move your hips forward, grinding your crotch against your boyfriend’s. Yoongi pulls you forward by your arms, just enough that your face is merely centimeters away from him. Wasting no time, he presses his lips against yours, darting his tongue out to deepen the kiss. He expresses his desire to help you with your dilemma by thrusting upwards gently to join your gyrating hips.

You peek sideways to check on Namjoon and breathe a sigh of relief when he finally turns to the other side, back facing the both of you. 

You hastily discard your top and your bra in desperation, hands roaming all over your torso and eventually letting them end at your chest, fondling with your breasts and tweaking your nipples between your fingers. Not satisfied with your own ministrations, you guide Yoongi’s hands to your breasts, letting him squeeze them as he pleases beneath his open palms.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” Yoongi murmurs, bending his knees to push himself upwards to make himself more comfortable. Yoongi quickly attaches his moist lips to one of your breasts, sucking at the supple flesh. You grind heavier against him in response and Yoongi takes this as an opportunity to fist a handful of your hair and tug sharply, baring your neck to him. 

You barely manage to hold in your whimpers when he sucks on a particularly sensitive spot on your neck, definitely leaving a purplish mark there that you’ll eventually have to cover up with foundation. Nothing you’ve never done before. “Remember that short dress you wore on stage last week with that dangerous cleavage?” You nod shakily, remembering the way Yoongi tried hard to not stare at you too long as one of his fansites might catch onto something. 

“Guess what baby? It’s payback time.” 

“For what?” You flutter your eyes innocently at him and you suddenly feel the temperature rise a few degrees with Yoongi’s intense stare. 

“You knew exactly what you were doing that night, naughty little tease.” Okay, maybe you did, and maybe you bit your lip in front of the camera at the exact moment you knew he was looking. Needless to say, he avoided your eyes for the rest of the evening during that particular awards show. 

He thrusts up harshly, his clothed hard-on grinding deliciously against your likewise covered cunt. “Mhmm, Yoongs… I- I wanna…” You don’t find the need to say anything else, just one look at the bulge inside his sweatpants was enough for him to understand.

“Yes please.” Yoongi sighs in contentment, raising his hips to help you remove his clothes. You include his boxers as you take his sweatpants off, cock slapping against his stomach as it springs free from the confines of his underwear.

Giggling excitedly, you hide beneath the covers, fitting yourself snugly between Yoongi’s legs. You take your time as you stare at his dick, long and girthy and curved just the right amount – always a tight fit inside your walls. You couldn’t wait for later when he’ll let you impale yourself on his cock as you ride him – the vivid picture makes you even wetter.

Building up his anticipation, you start placing kisses from his happy trail down to his groin, kneading his balls gently while you’re at it. Finding it difficult to communicate his feelings is one trait of Yoongi that definitely has its pros and cons. For one, people actually think Yoongi doesn’t care for others but it’s actually the complete opposite, but along with this, he gives the most genuine reactions, one which you are thankful for, especially during times like these.

Yoongi’s pretty responsive, and vocal at times when he’s really in the mood, and when you tentatively flick your tongue against his frenulum, the instantaneous quiver of Yoongi’s body has you reveling, giving yourself an imaginary pat on the back.

Momentarily leaving his red, angry shaft, you gently take his balls in your mouth, sucking on it, and gently massaging it with your tongue. “Quit the teasing, _______.” Being the good, obedient girl that you are, you comply immediately, paying attention to his dick this time.

You see his abdominals contract when you finally take him in your mouth, veiny hands grabbing at your temple to fist a handful of your hair. Inch by inch, you let his cock sink into your mouth, swallowing when he reaches the back of your throat. Yoongi hisses at the sensation, cursing to a throw pillow he’d taken from the seats.

Not wanting to agonize him any longer, you get to a pleasurable pace, bobbing your head up and down his length. Yoongi’s chest starts heaving and his grip on your hair tightens – the tell-tale signs of his impending orgasm. “Shit, baby…” Your boyfriend warns you that he’s about to cum, and you pull back a little, just to feel him release ropes of his cum inside your mouth.

Yoongi beckons you closer, weakly pulling at your arms to have you lie on his chest. He’s still panting when you get closer, “You, darling, are perfection personified.”

Slapping his chest lightly in jest, you reply, “You’re only saying that because I just gave you the best blowjob of your life.” Yoongi pulls his head back, facial features exaggeratedly contorted to fake being offended. “Okay first of all, you always do. And second, do you want me to get sappy and make a list what makes you the perfect woman ever?” He asks, letting two of his fingers dance on the bare skin of your belly, eventually leading southwards, “Or…I could just show you how much you mean to me by doing something else? Something you and I will both enjoy, hmm?”

Expressing your approval with a hum, Yoongi wastes no time, meeting your lips in a feverish kiss. Gasping at the sensation of his wet lips trailing all the way from your cheek, down to your jaw then your collarbones and onto the valley of your breasts, you squirm impatiently underneath your boyfriend.

“Patience, darling,” Yoongi chuckles, sending you a flirty wink as he gets down on you, teasingly pulling at the waistband of your shorts before removing them. His gaze darkens when he notices your underwear choice – a lacy red thong just for him. You’ve meant to have him remove it from you once you reach the hotel in Amsterdam, but doing it in a jet seems just as hot.

When he gets the thong off of you, he quickly pockets it inside his discarded sweatpants by the end of the bed. Getting back to his task at hand, you’re unable to control the gasp that escapes your lips when Yoongi brazenly flattens his tongue on your bare core.

Keeping your folds open with two fingers, he curls his tongue around your clit, thighs subconsciously squeezing his head in between because of the stimulation. With one hand, he keeps your legs spread open for him. Alternating between your clit and your entrance, Yoongi makes sure not a single region of your core is left out.

Wanting to put your limits to the test, your boyfriend tentatively slides a finger against your folds, the coldness of your couple ring on his digit making you quiver to the bone. He slowly slides a finger in, prepping your hole for what’s to come. You plead for one more, fully aware that your greedy little pussy isn’t contented with one. Yoongi complies with your request at once, pumping his digits inside of you and occasionally curling them inside. That familiar coil inside you tightens with every second, and with one particular curl of his digit and his mouth on your clit, you reach your high.

Your body trembles with the intensity of your orgasm, and Yoongi won’t stop just yet, still licking long stripes on your cunt. Your boyfriend stops abruptly and rises, resting all his weight on his arms as he crawls forward and lowers himself to whisper something in your ear. “He’s awake. You want me to do something about it?” 

Legs closing subconsciously while in thought, Yoongi gives you a few choices to ponder on. “We could pretend he’s not awake and get done with this, or…” Yoongi looks at you, carefully studying your facial reaction, “we could have another collaboration of some sort…” 

“It’s really up to you baby, I’m honestly okay with both.” 

You raise your eyebrows at his statement, never really taking Yoongi as the type to explore your deepest sexual fantasies. But then again, Yoongi has always been one to support you in everything, even with your kinks. Maybe the idea didn't surprise you as much as it should have considering the level of trust that came with living with someone for almost ten years already. 

Yoongi gently falls to your side for a moment as he lets you decide. “You know, Namjoon used to have a crush on you,” your boyfriend informs, twirling a loose strand of your hair around his finger. Now that was a surprise. “He did?” 

“Mhmm. At one point, he even had you as his phone wallpaper when you released your second single.” 

“Oh really?” 

“Yeah, I really don’t mind if you wanted to indulge him, you know, as an early birthday present? We actually had this kind of conversation a few years back and honestly, we’re both willing to try a threesome… what better way to do it with a person you trust right?” 

The bluntness of his words catches you off guard - several trains of thoughts scattered throughout your brain. Namjoon had a crush on you? Birthday present? Threesome? How did you even get in this situation in the first place? Yoongi shifts a little as you continue contemplating, then you take notice of Yoongi’s bare lower half, cock still stiff and upright. Shit! 

“You’re still hard,” you comment lamely, staring at his dick. “I know, and I’d greatly appreciate it if you tell me your decision quickly…” 

You look at him again, checking if there is the slightest hint of uncertainty in his eyes. When you see none, you ask him again, “You’re really sure you’re okay with that?” 

“Of course, as long as you’re comfortable with the idea. Honestly, I’m willing to have it any way because we still have a very pressing problem,” Yoongi points to his crotch, “and honestly, I think Namjoon is too. There’s nothing more that can turn a man on other than a woman’s moans,” he shrugs. 

You want to laugh at Yoongi being totally nonchalant about this whole situation, but if you’d listen to your gut feeling, you’re sensing it’s Yoongi’s outstanding self-control that has him so calm and collected about this proposal. 

Once you tell your boyfriend of your approval, he calls Namjoon at once. When the younger man won’t budge, you look at Yoongi who just shakes his head at you with a playful smirk on his face. He points at you then back to Namjoon, gesturing you to do the talking. 

You gulp before saying a short plea to the heavens above. Surely, they’re bound to hear you better since you’re already in the sky right? “Joonie, darling, it’s okay to look. We don’t mind.” You cringe at the tone of your voice, surprised at how convincing you sounded while you were having an inner turmoil. 

When you see Namjoon’s head raise a little, you subconsciously bite your lip in anticipation. Wanting nothing more than to see what he has to say about this. Yoongi probably senses his hesitation so he starts to speak, “It’s okay, she’s covered with a blanket.”

“But you’re not!” Yoongi juts his head forward, a grim look on his face. “As if you haven’t seen me naked before!” 

“That’s different! T-This is a completely different situation.” 

“Listen to me you kinky ass motherfucker, I just know you’re hard. I am too, and you know damn well it’s painful and uncomfortable. So, unless you want me to fuck her while you’re watching or pretending to be asleep, I suggest you take your clothes off and come here.” 

“Are you both sure you’re okay with this?” 

“Didn’t you just hear our conversation a while ago? I mean your bed is just a meter away.” 

“I know, I heard,” Namjoon says, hands already at the hem of his hoodie, then instantaneously looks at the older one dead in the eye, “But, hyung, did you really have to call me out like that?! The whole crush thing and the wallpaper - jeez!” 

Namjoon takes his phone out of his hoodie first, placing it by the window, then removing the rest of the clothes he has on quickly under your heated gaze.

“Try having a conversation while you’re hard,” Yoongi mutters, rolling his eyes. Yoongi scoots closer to you when Namjoon moves forward, standing with only his boxers left on. Your mouth waters at the outline of his straining bulge while Yoongi clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

“Why don't you show your Joonie what that mouth can do?” 

The tall man makes a sound between a cough and a groan, and you lie on your stomach, crawling a little bit closer to come face to face with Namjoon’s crotch. You just know he’s longer than Yoongi judging from what you’re seeing, but Yoongi’s definitely girthier and fuck - the thought alone is enough for you to come undone, completely untouched. 

Namjoon shivers lightly when you trace a finger along the length of his boner, placing a light kiss atop his cloth boxers. Impatiently, you hook a finger on the waistband of his Versace boxers. Holy fuck - you send another prayer to their hard stans, wishing them an equally intense life inside the bedroom.

His cock springs free, and you scoot closer, wanting to have a better look at his pretty dick. You get into action quickly, hand wrapping around the base of his cock. You place a kiss on the leaking head, before licking a wet stripe along the length of his shaft. 

You get more confident when Namjoon inhales sharply at the simple action. A few more licks and you decide to finally take him in his mouth, gradually moving lower until you have at least a third of him in your mouth. Namjoon sighs, fingers carding through your hair as you pull your mouth off him with a pop. Once more, you sink down, shallow and easy as you tease the younger man. 

The grip on your hair eventually tightens, goading you on and encouraging you to go deeper. Namjoon becomes more vocal when you pick up the pace, and when you go down all the way to the hilt, you pause for a moment, then swallow. “Holy fuck!” Namjoon cries out, head lolling backwards in pleasure. “God, I wish I had a girlfriend too.” Yoongi chuckles from behind you and you almost forgot he was there too with Namjoon’s pretty length keeping you preoccupied. 

Yoongi praises you and calls you a good girl. Beaming at your boyfriend, he tells you to continue giving Namjoon the blow of his life. Under Yoongi’s compliments, you work harder, ignoring the slight burn in your jaw. Namjoon starts bucking his hips, desperately chasing his high in your mouth. As you feel that coil slowly forming in the pit of your stomach, you gather some of the blankets between your thighs, bunching them up against your cunt so you have something to shamelessly grind your folds with. 

Namjoon’s breathing gets strained, and you feel a tap on your leg, causing you to momentarily stop with Namjoon. Yoongi says nothing as he tells you to flip over. Settling your weight on your elbows, you watch Yoongi hand Namjoon a silver packet. “You really think you won’t get caught wetting the sheets babe? You’re not the only who gets to have fun here.” 

He peppers a few kisses on your things before placing a hand between, spreading your legs open. “What are you waiting for, princess? Wanna leave Namjoon hanging just like that?” Unsure of what he has in mind, Namjoon helps you guide his shaft back to your mouth. As Namjoon returns to a rhythmic pace inside your mouth, you feel Yoongi settling himself between your legs. Good lord, was this really about to happen? 

Your back arches when Yoongi starts with light vertical licks from the bottom to top. You feel his hand trail upwards, gently caressing your breasts. You’re mewling by the time Namjoon increases his pace, and Yoongi starts and toying with your clit mercilessly. 

The feeling gets too much when Yoongi sucks on your nether bud, then proceeds to tease your rim a little, using your essence to slowly ease a ringed finger inside your hole. Namjoon hisses with your every moan, the vibrations coming from your throat an added blessing to having fucked your mouth. 

From your view, you see Namjoon’s balls tighten and seconds later thick ropes of cum slide down your throat and you swallow before pulling back and licking your lips. Not wanting to be left out of the fun, Yoongi, once more, asserts his dominance, ordering you to get on your knees. 

You feel your heart hammering against your ribcage in exhilaration, secretly hoping that this will finally be the day your deepest fantasies will come to life. Yoongi scoots over a little to lie horizontally on the bed. He calls you over, index finger curved like a hook to beckon you to ride him.  

You move over to him in shaky legs, hooking a leg over his body to straddle his hips. “No, no, not facing me…” Yoongi waves his hand as he helps you up. “Facing him,” your boyfriend points to Namjoon whose mouth falls open in shock. Yoongi rips a packet open and rolls a condom onto his shaft.

“Hyung…” This was plain torture.

“I thought this was supposed to be an early birthday present for me?” Namjoon mumbles, scratching his neck with the small silver packaging between his fingers. “I know. But great things never came easy right?” Namjoon visibly deflates at the older rapper’s words. He had a point yes, but some points weren’t supposed to be applicable to all fields of life…

Not wanting to prolong your waiting any longer, you lower yourself onto Yoongi’s cock, inch by inch until he’s fully seated inside your warm, velvety walls. Your head falls back at the feeling of his cock inside you. Every time feels like the first.

Once you feel you’ve adjusted enough to Yoongi, you stabilize yourself on Yoongi’s thighs, sliding up until it’s only his head left inside before sliding back down. Your thighs get tired after a while, and Yoongi helps you by gripping your hips and thrusting upwards. As you move up and down and grind back and forth in circles, Yoongi calls Namjoon over just before you reach another climax.

“It’s about time you join the fun here, no? Joonie?” Yoongi playfully mocks the taller man, using your nickname for Namjoon to rile him up even further. You whine when Yoongi pulls out for a moment, closing your eyes as he places a quick kiss on your shoulder 

You hear the ripping of a packaging and as you open your eyes, you see Namjoon near you until his thighs are hitting the edge of the bed. You let out a wanton moan when you feel Yoongi prodding his cock against your other hole, shallowly dipping the head in then pulling out. He repeats the action until he deems you’re ready, the slowly lowers you down onto his length.

“Namjoon…” Yoongi says breathily, having difficulty with his self-control with your rim having a vice-like grip on his cock. The other man in front of you doesn’t need to be told twice, slapping his dick against your folds. The action sends lewd sounds resonating throughout the small room, which only sends a jolt of pleasure down your spine.

Namjoon rests one of his knees on the bed, lowering himself onto your cunt. “Noona, you’re so wet. Fuck… I could just…” Namjoon finally pushes himself inside, “easily slide right in…” he lets out a deep exhale once he’s balls deep inside you.

You’re not doing any better than any of the men, thinking you could just orgasm from the fullness alone. And much to your surprise, you do. And both men keep their hands on you as you tremble like a falling leaf in autumn. “Holy shit!” Namjoon explains, staring at you with his mouth open. Once you stop quivering, they both ask you if you were still okay, and you take a breather before answering them, “I’m good. Just… nothing great ever came easy, right?”

You can practically feel Yoongi smiling from behind you. “That’s my girl.”

“Can I?” Namjoon asks, looking down to where your bodies are connected. You nod once, and Namjoon and your boyfriend start thrusting into you alternately. It doesn’t take long before you reach your climax again, with a ton of help from Namjoon who toys with your clit while snapping his hips into you.

They reach their orgasms not long afterwards. You let them ride out their highs until their cocks gradually turn softer inside you. Feeling spent and immensely satiated, you fall over to Yoongi’s side, falling asleep in mere seconds.

The two rappers collapse onto the bed, but sit abruptly sit upright when they hear a very familiar voice coming from Namjoon’s phone. “Fucking hell! That was the hottest shit ever!” Hoseok exclaims from the screen.

“You called him?!” Yoongi asks, hitting Namjoon’s forearm. “No! I- I must’ve contacted him while I put my phone there…crap.” Namjoon looked completely bewildered.

“Hyung, can I come to Amsterdam too? Please?!”

© hhyungz 2020

[picnokinesis]

your profile on ao3 mentions you like Pacific Rim have you ever considered a series 12 cast (so 13 + fam + master) pacrim au? bc weirdly enough i feel like spydoc would actually be drift compatible

OH MY DAYS ok I had to write this out on a note on my phone because I have so many thoughts, pacrim aus come like BREATHING to me, but consider:

Koschei Oakdown (he/him), teenage heir of some kind of rich and powerful business man who moved his family inland when the Kaiju attacks began. His father is essentially grooming Koschei to be his successor, but Koschei has zero interest - all he wants is to go back to the coastal city of Vancouver where he grew up, so he can stay with his best friend Theta Lungbarrow (they/them) and study things he's actually interested, like xenobiology, since he's certain that the only way to defeat the kaiju is to understand them. It only takes a few weeks for him to get sick of the whole thing and run away, heading back to Vancouver - but the day he arrives, the kaiju Karloff attacks. He survives, and finds Theta, who also survived - but their parents were not so lucky. Koschei's parents believe that he's dead, and Koschei has no intention of correcting them on that, and so him and Theta end up in the care of the state, and he begins to start studying xenobiolology. Theta, on the other hand, has become somewhat obsessed with the idea of jaegers, after watching Brawler Yuhkon fight against Karloff - the first jaeger to ever fight a kaiju - and win. They want to build jaegers and be a pilot, and even Koschei won't deny that there's no way the two of them aren't drift compatible.

Fast forward a few years - Theta and Koschei are two young but brilliant scientists working for the PPDC, Theta in J-Tech and Koschei in K-Science. Theta is working on a new technological approach to building jaegers and also messing with the Drift interface, to see if the synchronisation between pilots can be increased, whilst Koschei is looking for weaknesses in the kaiju's biology. However, they're both entirely invested in each other's research and tend to argue quite intensely in order to brainstorm and have breakthroughs - much to the despair of everyone in the j-tech and k-science departments. But one thing Theta wants more than anything is to pilot a jaeger - even though on paper they have no chance, having not been to Jaeger academy or anything. But Caitlin Lightcap (the pilot of Brawler Yuhkon and inventor of the drift interface) also didn't go to jaeger academy. She just put herself in the position where they HAD to let her in a jaeger by completing the first drift with D'onofrio and saving his life. And so, because Theta entirely lacks self preservation, they persuade Koschei that it's a good idea to test out their new drift technology on themselves. Because the other issue is funding - no one wants to support an experimental rig or jaeger design until Theta can prove that it works. So they will.

And that's EXACTLY what they do, and they're extremely lucky it doesn't kill them but they get it to work and it's fantastic. The Drift is stronger than any before it. And so (after the pair of them get pulled out of an experimental rig and get into a LOT of trouble), they manage to persuade the PPDC to 1) let them build a new jaeger and 2) be the two who pilot it, since they've alread forged a drift bond in the new interface.

And so the jaeger Gallifrey Ember is born.

BUT THEN. They have several extremely successful deployments, until one fateful night where it all goes very wrong. I'm not sure exactly what happens because this is all off the top of my head this morning and I'm currently walking to work HAHA but I'm gonna say that maybe Koschei thought there was some xenobiology knowledge that they could use to fight against this specific kaiju (which is something he's done before and it's partly why their missions are so successful) but as he goes to dig for it, he accidentally pulls up the memory of the Karloff attack, and ends up chasing the rabbit. Only, because the new interface has their minds so intertwined, it knocks the pair of them out of alignment even worse than it would have otherwise (especially since their trauma memories are from the same event) and their drift just goes completely. As you can imagine, it all goes very badly a la Gispy Danger vs Knifehead, only the city they're trying to protect gets hit pretty bad and there are a LOT of casulaties - more than ever since the jaeger programme started deploying. I think in the end it's Theta who, mostly bearing the neural load alone, has to do something drastic to stop the kaiju - maybe killing it in a way that spills Kaiju Blue everywhere and just poisons the land/water. Anyway after that Theta is EXTREMELY ANGRY at Koschei, and he's mad at HER for being mad at him because sorry for having trauma memories and accidentally triggering them?? But she's like I KNOW I also have those memories and you left me to basically pilot alone??? But anyway it's all a mess, Gallifrey Ember is basically destroyed and the pair of them are injured, traumatised, and unreconcilable, and so they decide that they're never drifting again and basically go separate ways. No one ever uses Theta's drift or jaeger tech again because it's considered too dangerous or volatile.

FAST FORWARD SEVERAL YEARS AGAIN. Enter Ryan Sinclair - young j-tech engineer who looks at the original Gallifrey Ember specs and is like "hey, no, this WORKED but it's just it went wrong one time and now no one will touch it, but maybe I can fix this old beat up jaeger and make it work again?". And so he rebuilds the jaeger - and names it Gallifrey Inferno instead. But, of course, no one wants to pilot it because of it's history, and also it really needs two pilots who are used to this sort of interface, rather than trying to train two new pilots (also, what new pilots?? The funding for the jaeger programme is getting cut by the day, and the jaeger pilot academies are all getting shut down). So, in short - they need Theta and Koschei back.

Yaz and Graham are there too - Yaz was in jaeger academy, but then the funding got pulled so her cohort got dropped, and now she's a security guard for the Shatterdome, but she still desperately wants to be at the heart of the action and actually making a difference. Graham is one of the guys who drives the carts across the Shatterdome deployment floor HAHA but he's great, he talks to EVERYONE in the Shatterdome and knows exactly what's going on underneath all the bureaucracy. He's also Ryan's granddad - they're somewhat at odds, but they're also both still grieving over the death of Grace, Ryan's nan, who died during a kaiju attack.

And then I have no idea - the three of them team up to drag Koschei and Theta back? Although to be honest I bet if Theta found out they were rebuilding their jaeger, they would be breaking into the Shatterdome IMMEDIATELY, so maybe Yaz catches them sneaking in hahaha. But obviously, even when Theta and Koschei are back together they are very reluctant to drift. I imagine that they both also have a lot of problems with ghost drifitng and stuff because their drift was so strong. And then...I want there to be s12 parallels, but I'm not quite sure what happens but I feel like Theta ended up being made to work on some weird slightly unethical drift project by the people who control the funding of the PPDC because they want to know more of the impact of the drift on the human brain, especially such a strong drift (I'm thinking like...ok so in one of my favourite pacrim fanfics, Newt gets forced to work in a drift project after his kaiju drift, but he keeps the fact that Hermann also drifted secret to protect him - but it ends up being pretty rough for Newt) but then obviously they're forced to keep the whole thing secret so they don't even tell Koschei. But eventually when the pair of them drift again, Koschei finds out (which then is the equivalent of him finding stuff in the Matrix). But he doesn't find out everything because it's all a mess and maybe the drift is off kilter because of it? Not sure. But yeah! This is all extremely rough so...y'know. Could probably develop it further. My only other thought is that the other jaeger pilots are alternate versions of thoschei or doctor-companion team ups.

[rfamess]

RFA + V and Saeran at a party!!

alright friends. picture this: a party. what kind of party? that is for you to think about. i’ll give my 2 cents on what they prefer, but their behaviors still stand. If you’ve ever been to a party, (and I consider just hanging w friends a party as well... literally anything is a party if you want it to be a party) you know DAMN WELL you can find a specific type of person at every single function. we’ve got the corner standers, we got the emotional rollercoaster, the bitches getting crossed, the couch chillers, the flirt, the table dancer. you get the vibe.

in short, this is a (very) drunk rfa at a party.

Jumin

- you already know this guy only drinks wine.

- two bottles; one red, one white (very bold) double fisting them.

- wine drunk is the best drunk lemme tell ya.

- he is just so relaxed. GODDAMN he’s chill

- he’s so chill that he could walk up to zen and take a drag of a cig. shocking. why would he do that? he would never do that! (he’s drunk bby)

- personal morals have left the chat

- definetly happy and very social. Likes to tell very good stories— and they are good. very funny guy

- total opposite from his work self, which many people know. it’s refreshing to see him let loose

- and when i say let loose i mean let loose

- oh, the function? he owns it. not only is he the life of the party, it’s actually in his penthouse. he literally owns it.

- he has the potential to throw a gatsby-like party, but he likes to stick with his close friends and colleagues. people are allowed to bring a plus one. the more the merrier. but not too many lol

Zen

- oh this guy? he’s a professional partier. balls to the wall type drinker.

- shotgunning beer, pong master, stack cup, ride the bus, shots, up jenkins. he plays them allllll

- very competitive. VERY. he gets really into it, but he’s not like a competitive jock type, he’s just very passionate.

- he will accept his losses with grace and dignity, as well as with a nice handshake with his opponent.

- his passion sometimes causes him some accidents. will probably bump into you, apologize and call you some sweet pet name, and then return back to his zone.

- everyone loves to talk to him. not just bc he’s handsome, but he is just so genuinely nice and can hold a great conversation, even while completely obliterated.

- he’s the kind of guy that goes around and makes sure everyone is having fun

- smooth moves. very flirtatious, duh. can literally charm anyone.

- ngl he’s probably also a horny drunk. he’s not creepy or anything. he is definitely very courteous and respectful, but sometimes he has a lot on his mind...

- you can probably find him at one of jumins gatherings, at a work friends house, clubs, etc.

- he also loves themed parties. he really gets into it

Saeyoung/Seven

- he goes so hard.

- another themed party lover. especially costume parties.

- would probably show up in a costume even if it in fact was not a costume party.

- sorry, have you ever listened to tik tok by kesha? seven literally IS the party. “the party don’t start til I walk in”

- freestyle dances literally any chance he gets. definetly starts a dance circle— everyone loves a good dance circle

- he’s not a good dancer. he’s not bad either. but dancing with the stars is not in his future

- he’s wasted, but even if he wasn’t, he’d still be the life of the party. it just becomes magnified by however many drinks he’s had.

- very much parks and rec tom haverford vibes. snake juice episode. classic.

- he gets antsy to build things for no reason. tries to do small physics balancing things or maybe just do something productive, like cooking. he never cooks so he has no idea what he’s doing. will probably set the smoke alarm off, sprinklers will be going and people will be partying with INDOOR RAIN.

- that’s his legacy— the guy who set off the sprinklers at that party that one time

- you could probably find him crashing random peoples parties. he hears one going on in some apartment on the street and somehow he gets in and nobody questions it.

Yoosung

- you already know he gets DRANK.

- he doesn’t drink alcohol, the alcohol drinks HIM.

- he always goes over his limit. not bad enough where he’s incapacitated, but he for sure blacks out a lot of the time

- he’s kind of like a mix of his two besties ;) zen and seven. he’s a dancer, but he’s a COMPETETIVE DANCER. lol he probably challenges people to a dance off or contest. also likes table top games.

- he is prone to.... emotion. which is okay! but it happens

- once in a blue moon he’ll cry over something minor, but then start crying-laughing over it 2 seconds later.

- he finds a wii console buried tucked away in a drawer somewhere. he really brings it together when mario kart or wii sports resort gets pulled out. especially if it’s the sword play one. his find gets him clout at the party lol

- probably sees someone he thinks he wants to talk to... he overthinks how to approach them a little too much. but he’ll take a shot and go do it

- it always works out, he’s very friendly and likeable.

- he attends his college parties and always ends up making friends but he’s also hammered so he might not remember it much.

- probably wakes up in a random field somewhere the next morning. he is very confused.

Jaehee

- she goes to town on hard liqour. she can handle it alright.

- genuinely wants to fight everyone. not in a bad way, more of a “let me show you how fucking strong i am” way. it sure brings an audience

- people accept her challenges— she always beats them. probably turns them into drinking competitions too.

- like zen, she’s very competitive. she might lose her composure a little bit, but always self soothes and gets right back into it.

- 2 words: HYPE. WOMAN.

- she can get ANYONE excited about ANYTHING. always cheering others on and having them break out of their comfort zone (if they choose to do so).

- very big emotions. fangirls a lot. flirts a lot. a little dramatic, but she’s very entertaining.

- another great story teller— she loves to talk to people about the things she loves or crazy things that have happened to her.

- once she sobers up a little more, she is quite the helper. she helps clean up, helps people who might be throwing up. she’s a gentle care taker and welcoming presence :)

- she attends house parties a lot. usually her office friends, but sometimes zen brings her to his friends parties.

- she doesn’t party a lot since she works so much but when she does, she goes DUMMY!!

V

- very creative guy. he’ll have a conversation with someone and midway through he goes HOLD THAT THOUGHT!! because he’s had a little intrusive lightbulb moment. runs to go write it down or do a quick sketch then return to said conversation.

- if there’s a hot tub, he’s in it. he’s so in it. he has a glass of champagne and just sits. a lot of the time he never changes he just keeps his clothes on in the water. people question his judgement

- he’s not super animated like a lot of others, he’s more chill, but he’s also very excitable.

- he’s very giggly. anything could make him laugh.

- he really stays true to his hobbies while drunk too.

- photographer/videographer. but since he’s at a party and he’s drunk, they aren’t professional photos. a lot of them end up blurry. but a lot of them turn out great!

- he leaves disposable cameras everywhere so people can just pick them up and take their own photos— he sends out all the pics after they get developed.

- he’s definetly the type to go around making sure everyone is safe and helping them whenever possible. he doesn’t take a lot of time for himself :(

- he parties with jumin at his penthouse. they have a lot of the same friends and it’s a familiar place.

- he doesn’t go to giant parties either, mostly just friends in the comfort of his or someone else’s home.

Saeran

- I don’t think Saeran drinks very much, to be honest. But hypothetically….

- he’s obsessed with making fancy cocktails. they are so beautiful. but they get infinitely worse the more he drinks them lol

- his parties are always with his close friends, probably at his own house. he’s more of a homebody. and the presence of his friends is very grounding

- he really likes to play tabletop-turned drinking games

- he also likes to make games up! kind of like true american in new girl. he’s actually really really good at making up rules on the spot and they always turn out super fun.

- he’s definitely the kind of guy you want at your party if you want to have a lot of fun just doing random shit.

- speaking of random shit, just like his brother he also gets spikes of energy to just go do something. he makes homemade ice cream in a plastic bag. he rearranges the furniture. he will learn magic tricks in about 2 minutes and then show everyone he knows.

- will try and flirt with you. like a lot. he’s incredibly endearing and gets kind of handsy. and by handsy i mean he wants to hold your hand briefly. both of his hands clasped around one of yours.

- he likes to do really harmless pranks. like so harmless that they’re just hilarious. he’ll take someone’s phone and sign them up for mailing lists they don’t want. he might replace a family photo with something else. or maybe just hide behind a wall and jump out and scare someone when they walk by!! PRANK CALLS. classic.

- he’s really funny. like really fucking funny. without even trying. and boy does he love to make people laugh. he’s comedy gold and a pro with the one-liners.

- after drinking he will fall asleep ANYWHERE. on the floor, in a chair, under a desk, on top of a desk, he could fall asleep standing up. all his friends have pictures of him just sleeping in strange places.