#voicecracking

[mrmeepsmadmind]

im obsessed with the way ironhide is abt to get painfully crushed into a literal cube of scrap like in the monsters Inc trash compactor , & his last words are just ' later guys, it's been real'

[shugar0cone0alt]

NSFW below cut

An extremely short story of Jayce x reader.

JAYCES VOICE CRACKS WHEN HES EDGED!!!!

Like imagine you over him as he’s on his knees.

“Please, I need this, I need you.”

His pants straining from the erection growing, you even seeing a stain from the pre-cum. Gods you’ve been at this for some time now, you’ve done nothing except call him a good boy and the occasional kisses if he was good. Everytime you did kiss he’d moan but when you did it again his voice cracked.

“What was that~”

You cooed as you held his face, his pretty eyes looking up at you as tears plucked the sides as if the gods themselves place them there, they’re so pretty.

“Please please do so-“

You put a finger up to shut him up, he listens like a good boy as-well, it don’t help his treats where so good.

“Ah ah ah, pretty boy I asked a question and you shall tell.”

You moved your foot to his tent putting some pressure on him and he let out another cracked moan.

“It was- ah a v-voice crack.”

“Good boy.”

And with that you finally brought him up to you kissing the star drop tears from his face licking some as-well.

A/n: never wrote nsfw and it was on my phone and at 5am because I couldn’t sleep, spread the word of voice crack Jayce.

[hy4c1nthh]

i heard teru and akanes dub voice and went no out loud. coughs. im a hater sorry

WAIT. THE DUB IS OUT?!?!?!?!

[nerdpiggy]

testosterone has hindered my ability to go 'wooo!' at concerts

[teamdays]

Posting lyrics and a link literally isn’t enough I need to force my followers to listen to this song at full volume for five hours straight

[computerboyboobs]

im a normal human being who can be normal and sane about act 2 gabriel during all times of day

[from-stars-to-shadows]

A Cesar for you

LEEEE WHAT ARE YOU DOINGGGGGGGG!?!

LEEEEEE

Stoppppppp /lh

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH IT'S MY DARLING SWEET ANGELLLLL

Kaden.exe has stopped working. Exploded with love.

Aweee look at his faceeeee he's sooooo cuteness oh my goddddddddd (/w\) sweet sweet man, gosh.

Biting him Biting him Biting him Biting him Biting him Biting him Biting him Biting him Biting him Biting him Biting him Biting him

[yumiknows]

Slowly falling in love with Han Jisung

Pairing: Han Jisung x fem!Reader

A/n: I’m horrendously in love with this man he’s just so babygirl but at the same time not like aaaaaaaa I can’t. Anyway here’s some cute stuff, enjoy 🎀

Content: You and Jisung are best friends for quite some time now, but it’s just now that you realize that you are slowly falling for the man you call your best friend …

Genre: best friends to lovers, floof✨, kinda slow burn

Warnings: none, I think

Word count: 2046

Masterlist🪷🍡

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You were basically friends with all 8 stray kids members, some of them you were closer with some not that much but that doesn’t mean you don’t love them equally. Well that’s kind of the problem you do have a favorite among them.

Han Jisung was your best friend for almost 4 years now, you guys hung out a lot, if it’s just eating, or watching Tik toks together and saying absolutely nothing for 3 hours. It didn’t matter to the two of you, you just liked the other’s company.

•

You and the rest of stray kids were in the practice room just taking a break from learning a dance. You walked over to where you water bottle was located and sat down on the floor exhausted from all the moving around.

Jisung, the cuddle bug he is, slumped down beside you and immediately snuggled up to you with his head on your shoulder. This wasn’t out of the ordinary or anything it was quite common actually.

You looked over to him and pat his head ruffling his hair, he seemed to enjoy it because he let out a sigh.

You chuckled, „tired already, ji?“ he only hummed and nodded seemingly to lazy to answer properly. You only smiled massaging his scalp further.

•

You were friends yes, but you were still the opposite gender.

Still Jisung didn’t care, he invited you over for a slumber party. Sleeping in the same bed for the first time together was exciting as it was terrifying. He didn’t seem to mind tho. You guys watched a movie ate snacks and laughed. You had a great time. Still when it was time to sleep and he turned the light of, you were nervous. You turned to the middle, facing him.

„Why do you look so stressed out?“ he said voice a little raspy.

„You okay ? Want me to sleep on the couch?“

„No… I’m just- nervous that’s all“

„Aww you don’t have to be, after all you know me right ? No need to feel nervous“ he smiled at you.

You smiled back and nodded. His words gave you reassurance, you where still nervous but a lot less that before.

„Good night ji“ you said closing your eyes

„Good night y/n“

•

A hug from Jisung could honestly cure the world, at least that’s what you thought sitting on his bed, his arms tightly wrapped around you. You may had a bad day but who would remember it when you get hugged like this. His hand slowly moved up and down your back the other pressing you against him. You nuzzled into his neck, closing your eyes and just relaxing in the moment.

He broke the silence first „you feel better now?“

„Yeah, but don’t let go yet please. It’s too comfy“

He chuckled, only holding you closer.

•

Your in the recording booth, reading through the lyrics to the song, waiting for Jisung and changbin to arrive. In the mean time you talked with Chan.

„you got that ?“ he asks, after briefly explaining what you’ll have to do.

„Yeah I think so“ you nodded chewing on you bottom lip.

„Hey! no need to be nervous“ he said a reassuring smile on his lips, „You got this, as much as Han told us you’re an amazing singer. So just go with it. Even we have our voicecracks in the middle of recodings“

You laughed, you often watched the boys record and it was always hilarious. And Chans words only eased your mind.

„Thank you, Chan“

„Of course“ he smiled back at you, „now where are these two we don’t have all day“

•

It was a late Friday evening and you were invited to a movie night with all 8 stray kids members. When you arrived, it was Lee know who opened the door and let you in. You briefly greeted everyone and took of your shoes and jacket.

Walking into the kitchen you were met with Felix, Chan and Jisung you said your hellos and placed your snacks you brought on the counter. Felix and Chan were seemingly deeply in thought because they only mumbled a hello and were back to whatever they where doing. Jisung however, turned to you.

„Heyyyy you’re finally here“ he said embracing you in a warm hug, you gladly returned. After that he rummaged through your bag of snacks ‚oooh‘ing at some of them. He grinned at you, until Lee know called him from the living room. He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek and winked at you, as to say ‚you’re the best‘ and walked into the living room.

The rest of the evening was normal tho. You were sat next to Jisung on the couch the two of you sharing a blanked with Lee know. Jisung being in the middle. All of you got around to watching 3 movies until almost everyone was asleep except Chan, Lee know and you. Jisung being sound asleep with his head on Lee knows shoulder. Felix who sat on your other side, made himself comfortable on your lap.

Originally the plan was that you would go home after the movie but since you were really tired and it almost being 3 am, Chan wouldn’t even let you out of the house. So you talked with him during cleaning up, while Lee know figured out how to get everyone into their beds.

„So what’s the plan?“ you asked.

„Well, going home at this hour is a no“

„Yeah, I figured“

„You can sleep on the couch, or you could always ask Han? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind“

You went silent. That’s true he probably wouldn’t mind. But to be truthful it the last couple of months things shifted between you two, not in a bad way…just different. You seemed to value the time you have with him even more now, and those intimate moments like hugging or venting to each other has become much more sensitive.

Did you actually develope feelings for your best friend or was your mind playing games with you.

„Y/n ? You still with me?“ Chan laughed

„Huh- yeah sorry. I’ll ask him“ Chan only smiled at that and went back to packing the snacks up.

You quietly enter Jisungs room, it was dark and you could hear him snoring slightly. You opened the door a bit further so the light from the hallway beamed in. Fortunately it was a dim light. You debated for a second if you should wake him up until- „y\n? Why are you standing there?“ he said groggily.

„I-uh… I’m gonna stay the night and was going to ask if I could sleep here with you, but you were asleep so I was debating if I was gonna wake you up, or just sleep on the couch“ you blurted out.

He chuckled slightly „of course you can sleep here. You need something to change ?“

You looked down onto your cloth you wore something comfy to begin with some joggers and a tank top. The joggers were not the problem, but a tank top wasn’t your first choice to sleep in.

„Yeah actually, if you have a hoodie I could borrow?“

„Sure“ he turned on his bedside lamp and walked to his closet. He searched for a little then handed you a black hoodie.

„Thanks“ you smiled „I’ll get changed real quick“ he nodded and you walked to the bathroom.

When you returned in his hoodie spare cloth in hand, he was already laying in bed, waiting, surprisingly still awake. You closed the door, put your cloth on his chair and walked to the unoccupied side of his bed.

He smiled at you while you where getting comfortable. You turned to face him. He twisted to turn off the light, then also faced you.

„Still nervous?“ he asks mockingly

You roll your eyes playfully „No, remember I know you, why should I be nervous“ you smirked.

„Using my words against me, I see“ he scoffed.

You chuckled „good night ji“

„Good night y/n“ but he didn’t close his eyes yet and neither did you. So you just looked into each others eyes for what felt like forever. But it was a good kind of forever. A forever that neither of you wanted to end.

You were the first one to break the silence „you know, I really enjoy spending time with you“

„I would be hurt if you didn’t“ he smiled „but I do too“

„Im really tired, but I don’t want to sleep yet“ you said, eyes not wanting to close but so heavy from the long day.

„It’s okay I’ll still be here tomorrow“ he reached out to grab your hand and intertwined them.

And with that both of you closed your eyes and soon fell asleep.

•

Sitting on his bed cuddled up in a blanket and one of his hoodies in a dim light. He was sitting at his desk working on something you have no idea about. It was late at night almost midnight.

You were staying over tonight. It has become a frequent thing since the last movie night a month ago.

You were just kinda sitting there and admiring him. You have to admit that he was really cute but at the same time so handsome.

While admiring was cool and all it was getting late and he showed no sign of stopping anytime soon, and you were getting rather tired. So what’s a logical thing to do? Right, telepathy.

You didn’t wanna disturb him, but at the same time you were about to fall asleep sitting up.

So against your own words you stood up and walked over to him, leaving the blanked on the bed.

You slowly approached him from behind hoping he’ll notice you, but he didn’t. He was wearing headphones after all. So you slowly placed your hands on his shoulders.

He only hummed in responds.

You you took his headphones off his head and placed them on the desk besides his laptop. To that he turned around confused. „Something wrong?“ He asks voice a little raspy for not speaking for several hours.

„Nothing in particular…“ You said head tilted to the side a bit, hands moving from his shoulders to his chest slowly. „You know, just the human need to sleep“

Your hands began to massage his tense shoulders. He groaned in responds to that. He turned to his laptop again and saved.

„Alrighty“ he sighs „you ask, you shall receive“ he closed his laptop and turned around with his chair. You smiled down on him. He wrapped his arms around your middle and buried his head in your stomach, you chuckled „and what’s this?“ you ask, placing your hands on his shoulder once again.

„Don’t know but you’re comfy“ you brush through his hair before getting out of his grip „come on it’s even more comfy in bed“ you said as you walked over and plopped yourself down on the bed.

He pouted, but quickly turned off the desk light and followed you, Tackling you down with him. He was on top of you face buried in your neck. You laughed „Ji, what are you doing?“.

„Your beautiful you know that?“ he says while coming up from your neck. You just locked at him, slight shock in your eyes „I-” „I mean it“ he looked so serious.

His eyes wander from yours down to your lips, but quickly go back up to your eyes. You smiled, locking your hands behind his neck.

„Your pretty beautiful yourself“ he smiled hard at that.

It was silent for a while, just you and him staring so lovingly into each others eyes. Your eyes landed on his lips, and you leaned forward connecting your lips in a gentle kiss, which he eagerly returned.

Just when you were about to part, he pulled you back in for a more intense kiss.

When you parted you were both breathing slightly harder. But both smiling ear to ear.

„That was … amazing“ he panted out.

You only laughed and nodded at that.

„So I take it that you love me too?“ he asks.

You chuckled „ yes, ji I love you“

„God I waited so long for this“ he said before kissing you again.

-yumiknows

[idliketobeatree]

like this. who said crowley's post divorce coping mechanisms aren't good, she's just started a side hustle on etsy dot com

a concept: crowley's confession printed of a pair of those booty shorts with cursed texts

[newtzii]

i stole this joke but silver voicecrack

[bigmack2go]

More random newsies headcanons cause i literally dont know when the last one was

Spot is vegan

Al sleeps with a bonnet (possibly his mothers old one)

Buttons does this thing he calls “stress sewinng” which is randomly starting sewing projects at night when he cant sleep

Davey stimms by hiting his fists together

Romeo is that one friend that makes the most sexual jokes but has the least sex

Skittery is a sweaty sleeper

Mike and Ike Rap/impro duo in modern au!!!

Race has extremly light pale unaturally blonde hair but it’s his real hair. It’s a bit scary

Itey has a severe lack of discipline and can’tget shit done no matter how much he wants to work on the procrastination issue

Spot wears sooo many rings

Race does fingerguns all the time

Spot involuntarily picks up the fingergun habit from Race and hates himself a littlw more every time it happens.

Spot’s like tha one dad that needs hours on the toilet but he’s actually just on his phone half the time

Jojo suffers from chronic voicecracks

Despite how tall he is, Race is a sit-dwarf

Jack has stolen socks from the clotheslines on the rooftop on more than one occasion (@newsies-headcanons-not-daily)

les rewatches paddington religously (@nitttstdsdtoastd )

Al has been chase by a group of geese before and he is now traumatised (@kellyssfe)

when albert (my fav lil autist) wants affection he just stands uncomfortably close to someone and glares at the ground until they hug him (@orphanensemble)

[nickel-ii]

Oh no, your emotionally unavailable bad boy image /ref /j

That's probably because PV has a really soft voice. DC I think doesn't? Oh god am I gonna get another voice drop. Not puberty again :(

[Panel 1] Well, well, look what I found!

[Panel 2] That's one more accounted for,

[Panel 3] I just gotta... show Trophy.

[Panel 4] ...yeah. You know what, I don't know what I expected, actually.

Sorry for copying your background, Cheesy, I got lazy. Oh yeah, pings. @thegoldentrophy @ask-cheesy-ii @dice-anon

(OOC: context for the design um. he got eated and then repaired by the void. hes looked like this for a while now and figured out how to do the hand thing like a month ago 😁 its only one hand and he only uses it like sometimes sorry i have Lore stored in my brain.)

[onilover6969]

demon slayer mc who gets teleported to the devildom and immediately starts freaking out when they hear that everyone in the room with them is a demon

like as soon as they hear the word “demons” a switch just flips and suddenly it’s on site with everyone in the room

the entire room just erupts in chaos and all you can hear is “WATER BREATHING: EIGHTH FORM, WATER(*voicecrack*)FALL BASIN!” and “FOURTH FORM, STRIKING TIDE!” as mc is basically bouncing off the walls trying to kill everyone in sight

meanwhile everyone is just wondering “why the fuck does this human have a katana???” and “what job do they have to be so good with a katana for???”

just pure chaos

[erinisdarling]

Heyy girlie!! Could you do switch!eren who's kinda obsessive? Like very smutty, with spanking, biting and breeding, some dirty talk too... yk I'm frothing at the mouth for my man

You can take any creative liberties on anything else.

Soft Spots.

☆ Pairing: Eren x Reader.

☆ Genre: Smut.

☆ Prompts: kitsune!Eren + familiar!Eren + witch!Reader + fem!Reader + biting + breeding kink + kinda contractual sex?

☆ Warnings: Sexual themes.

☆ Words: 2.1k

☆A/N: Thank you, sis, for the ask!! Although I couldn't incorporate everything you asked for in this one, I would be inclined to do a part 2 later down the line! Again, thanks for supporting me in my journey of return. I appreciate you and wish to see you around more. (We are in call while I'm posting this btw lmaoo)

Linen curtains rode the warm summer breeze, leaves rattling a melody of calm in company. Pretty bubbles in the cauldron distracting the one slowly stirring the mixture from the light padding on her wooden floor as the brown fox neared her. He had snuck in through the balcony door that had been left open, the seer pieces of fabric still swaying on the line between the inside and the outside of the room. The girl left a small yelp of surprise at the contact against her thigh, the more-than-average-kind-of-large canine rubbing against her, low vibrations shocking her, from bottom to top. One moment he was wrapped around her knees and the next his arms where around her hips, chin fully supporting his weight oh her left shoulder.

"Hello darling..." he smiled as he did when he wanted his fix. She felt his nose burrow in the crook of her neck before his tongue did. The witch squirmed, "You're so straightforward today."

"Should I not be, dear?" He said in the voice that signified puppy eyes.

"Well that wasn't what I had in mind when we shook hands."

"Is being loving –" he kissed right under where her jawline ended, his hand creeping upwards, "– that much of a deal breaker for you?"

"Nono~ but being disruptive is~" she serenaded.

You're annoying, she meant.

You affect me, he heard.

Truth be told is that she was very susceptible to his charm, but him being constantly around made it really hard for her to concentrate on her tasks. Yet so was their deal.

"Take care of me," he had said "whenever I ask of you to."

The air was different two full moons ago, but their proximity was no different than the current. Y/N has big dreams in potion-making, as big as her lack of talent on that subject. Having snatched with tooth and nail one of the most promising apprenticeship positions of the century, she had to fulfill the standards expected of someone with her opportunities.

And that's where Eren came in. They had met at a college party not long ago and he had gotten infatuated with her. He'd been practically begging her. So they made an agreement; she would indulge him in his horny desires and, in turn, he would share his knowledge and power with her.

They sealed the deal that night, with way more than a kiss should have been.

But now? He was being a non-pleasant pain in the ass. Yet she could not resist him. "It's half an h- ahh-r m-more. Eren! Can't you be patient at least?"

"Whenever I asked you to, remember? Dear?" He whispered sweetly, his fingertips now ghastly being dragged up and down her torso each time closer to her chest with lovely goosebumps blooming in their wake.

"Ye-yea, I remember..can you not be kind still?" She pleaded with him, her stirring hand working in a never-ending rhythm. That ticked the man off. He didn't like the prospect of his beloved being ignorant of his needs. The pause he gave her was small and a moment later, before she even got to breathe, he had forcefully pulled her away from the cauldron, spinning her to land on his chest all the while playfully smirking at her. She did not return the sentiment.

"Have you no respect for my work?" She wasn't yelling yet but her anger was evident in the way her voicecrack echoed in the room. How dare-

"- you!" His long fingers were now gripping her face, squeezing at the plush of the girls' cheeks. Offended by her insinuating tone, he puffed his chest and glared. Hard. Had it been anyone else in her place right now, they would probably have disintegrated in fear, but she knew Eren was no real threat to her. She didn't flinch when he bit her collarbone, in a way he would surely leave a mark. No, instead a melodious moan left her lips and made itself a home in his brain, building a nest of synapses and getting burned in his memory – permanently. The feeling of blood rushing to his cock was an appropriate response, no?

In any way, that reaction of hers had been a deliberate attempt to rile him up. He knew her modus operandi by now and he fell for it again, as he did every single time. Jaw loosened around her collarbone, giving her the opportunity she was looking for. Kicking him off of her may sound weird to anyone else, but the fight, the struggle, it was arousing for them both. Even if she had the upper hand, he would be getting what he wanted; the utmost of her attention.

The silk of her robes was unlaced, cloudy forests gleefully witnessing her unashamed bareness. Rattling chains tracking every move of his squirming physique, like tolling bells ensuing the sun's rising on the cosmic throne each morning. If Eren's humanoid form had a tail, it would be wagging at the image of her bare breasts. Wonderful as it was though, it lasted no more than a few seconds, as the witch became a shadowy silhouette, outline illuminated by overhead floating candles. Now she got what she wanted, indisputable in the way vigorous frequencies reverberated off the walls, broadcasting the amount of effort the long-haired male was putting in freeing himself.

"Are you being for real??" He exclaimed "Why, oh, why do you wish to torture me?"

"Now that's just you being overdramatic," she pointed out. Silence inhabited the space between them for awhile, said space growing by the minute as she resumed her tasks. Slowly. Painstakingly slowly. He murmured something along the lines of Y/N being correct, something she did not comment on, knowing her lack of talking was more effective than rubbing it in his face.

Time passed on and her figure never left Eren's line of sight. Breathing was tedious to him now, beads of hot sweat snowballing down his neck, shoulders and torso, slowly dampening his clothes, making them see-through.

"I've sang and I've screamed and I've really begged you. Your indifference is as impressive as it is distressing. I give up."

"Too bad, I just finished up here," she said, jumping down from the ladder, having put away the last of the instruments she was using. In a moment she was towering over his pathetic frame, which she informed him about, her smile radiant now that she could take a good look at him.

"Ohoho, you are so, so foul for what you did." He narrowed his eyes and grinned crookedly.

"Okay, and? What, you'll make me pay for it?" She swept her hand upward, the chains mimicking her movement, effortlessly lifting up Eren by the wrists. He huffed out her name and she laughed. "How will you do that exactly?" She dipped to her knees, and lifted his soaking shirt, just enough, to kiss around his happy trail. Each kiss seared his skin, earning her a hiss.

He felt feverish, "You're doing ah~" she dipped a bit lower, "hah- are you? On purpose?"

"Hm? What do you want from me?"

"I wanna feel-el you, please?"

Her eyes glimmer. Jackpot.

"Now we're talking."

She unbuttoned the trousers, freeing him – in a sense. She snickered internally at the thought. Shimying him out of the restrictive clothes was not hard, as he shook his hips to give her a boost. The tip, pink and oozing, barely missed her forehead as his cock forcefully sprung up. There was exhilaration written all over his blushing face, challenging Y/N to change it.

It didn't take long for that, her tongue enjoying the pretty dick as if it were ice-cream. He was ecstatic, hurrying her to take him down her throat.

"You're so talkative today. I like you better when you're docile." And yet she did as told. The cavity of her larynx was trained to take his length in with great expertise. He breathed heavily as the head down by his crotch started bobbing up and down, tongue doing laps around what was in the vicinity. She dared look up at him, almost pausing to admire the view, something that would compromise it. His head was thrown back, his long hair stuck on his neck and shoulders from what could be seen at such an angle. His skin was glistening in the low candlelight, pores weeping tears of sweat.

She squeezed and he saw galaxies. Colorful, with beauty beyond comprehension and if he could speak instead of moan, he would admit to want to take her dancing there. At the end of this vision, discerned was a star, collapsing I'm on itself before turning supernova and shooting out in white strips, the ones that couldn't land in her stomach painting her bare breasts.

He gasped for oxygen, never breaking eye contact. Through his peripheral vision he drank in the rest of her image. A disheveled mess of cum and sweat and breathy coughs. She lowered him as the toddler tantrum of her lungs lessened until it came to and he was fully on the ground. The contrast in who held the reins of the dynamic was still obvious. Eren was bent over, inwardly inclined as if bowing to a deity, one overlooking him with certain joy of her accomplishment. On the other hand, her loyal subject kept looking on, dark hair framing his face and defining his jawline, running like the waters of a dark river down his body. Exploring each crevice of it, leaving a trail for her alone to explore.

A shared moment he would certainly recall when he wanted to rub one out.

Clarity hit him like a bus, leading him out of his hazy mind palace. The moment he was waiting for had finally arrived. While she gathered her thoughts, Eren swiftly phased through his makeshift cuffs and had her pinned down no later.

He drew close, snuggling her even closer. She wasn't shocked and he didn't expect her to be. He started kissing and gnawing like the wild animal he was, her legs spreading ready to embrace him. He chose to not make her suffer as she had done, rising above and beyond.

"Did you forget I could do that whenever I pleased?" He asked before his fingers made contact with Y/N's soaked undergarments. Back arched and humping the digits, whimpering for more. His cock stood to attention once again at the sight of her neediness. He wanted to be cruel, just as she had previously been, yet his horniness held him back. His hand slides to the side, hooking on the lining of the garment and tracing it back to her hips, using it as leverage to pull it down.

"Erenh~"

"Shhh, I know." He whispered dipping down to kiss her lips sweetly.

"...Inside. I want you inside me, please."

He slid his shaft on her slit, balls to tip, the leakage not being enough to prepare her for the massiveness about to enter her. And yet he was more than welcome, the adjustment lining up with the entry of his cock. He grabbed her waist bringing her up almost horizontally just to thrust. It was more than pleasure at this point it was animalistic and primal, two hearts in sync, connected by desire.

"Eren pleash- aah-" she howled. "I want your cum. I want your- aah- babies." She admitted, albeit semi-coherent to him.

Eren did not need any warning to catch her drift, her saying was evident by the way she clenched around him. Tight, so tight. It made his head woozy and his heart jump to his throat in excitement and anticipation, only for it to be swallowed back down in place. He thrusted harder, his hair marking his movements only short of one frame, the man not realizing that it happened to have wriggled off of the hairtie.

With her second (or was it the third?) orgasm the girl realized that the French were right.

"Le petit mort," he had said "that's what they call it."

The words of Eren's first teachings, faintly whispered to her. And she couldn't agree more. It was the sweet release of death that made her feel alive again, something that she loved to be doing in Eren's arms. Love, Death and Rebirth, all in his embrace.

Then the wind went silent and all what could be heard was Eren's voice calling her name as if it were an aria revered for its beauty, his semen flowing up her canal, pouring in her uterus, filling her up at request. It felt as if springtime was mid-session, the whites of the frosty peaks melting in a stream which follows a predetermined path; fertilizing the soil around it and leaving a mountain of blooms in its angry wake.

Y/N thought of her mountain as the most beautiful man in the world at that moment and when he opened his eyes, graced her that genuine smile too – not the one dripping of charm – she vowed to herself that she'll be the cause of it from now on.

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@ani-net

[i-aint-got-santa-fe]

If you ever have a sore throat that makes you voicecrack a lot, don't be sad

Just remember that you sound like Racetrack Higgins

(my throats fucked up rn so this helps me 💀)

[sungbeam]

BIRD HUNT — six

nonidol!choi line x f!reader

gotham city is a gutter running rampant with the ill, corrupt, and the insane. at times, justice and vengeance must be served by one's own hand... no matter the lengths one must go to do so.

▷ genre, au, etc. bat family au, dc comics inspired, dark, vigilantes au, slow burn, ceo/billionaire au, cat woman!reader, murder mystery au, action, suspense, angst, slow burn-ish?, love square??; choi line inspired by dick grayson (csb), jason todd (cyj), and tim drake (cbg), including bruce wayne for choi minho and damian wayne for nishimura riki, inspired by 2022's The Batman

▷ chapter warnings. swearing, mentions of alcohol, swearing, mentions of dying during childbirth, mentions of bruises

▷ word count. 4.9k // taglist. open

a/n: yeah... she's still alive :l a considerably tame chapter tho haha pls remember to reblog + comment!!

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PREVIOUSLY ON BIRD HUNT...

The bird boys (Nightwing, Red Hood, and Red Robin) catch a cat-eared burglar in the middle of stealing from a dead lawyer's office. After losing her tail, they retreat with their thoughts and a file the burglar was after. Beomgyu comes to the realization that the woman was his childhood friend Yn, and soon receives an invitation to attend her mother's funeral. Soobin opens the file to find it filled with evidence compiled against Gotham's infamous and elusive Capo.

When Beomgyu attends the funeral, you and he are forced to confront the friendship left abandoned between you two. Later, after Beomgyu is called away by his brothers, you are tasked by your father to break into Commissioner Kim's office to steal back your mother's file. However, things quickly go wrong and you are left unmasked. How the Hell are you supposed to come back from this?

Tune in to the next chapters of Bird Hunt to find out.

FILE_06 : arms of an angel

gotham city.

[Eleven days since your mother was murdered.]

It was the slam of the interrogation room door that awoke you from your slumber. Your eyes fluttered to adjust to the blinding fluorescent lights again, vision blurry and watery and—holy shit. Were you seeing things?

“You’re in luck, kid,” said Commissioner Kim as he let two others into the metal box with you. They were like two obsidian towers, dressed in similar black attire, dark hair, sculpted features, all the works. “You’ve got one Hell of a guardian angel.”

One Hell of a guardian angel was one way to put it, especially when said guardian angel was Choi Minho. Yes, you supposed you really weren’t hallucinating when you soaked in the sight of Choi Minho and his youngest son, Nishimura Riki, standing beside him. The kid was actually tall, standing at his father’s height, with the same kind of intimidating scowl that all of the Chois inherited, apparently. You hadn’t been fully informed of the family situation, but you knew that Riki was the kid of Minho’s most recent wife, who had unfortunately passed away after childbirth. Yet, the way that father and son looked right now, they were practically the spitting image of each other. 

“Hello, Yn,” said Minho, his voice just as gravelly and regal as it sounded on the media, and not at all the voicecrack-riddled mockery Beomgyu had done when the two of you were teens. He gave Namjoon a nod. “We can take her home, Commissioner. Thank you for calling us.”

Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, you let the commissioner undo your handcuffs and follow the Chois out of the room. Paperwork was filled out, bail was posted, and suddenly, you were inhaling the smoky, night air of Gotham again. But among the relief soaking into your bones, you realized that dread pooled in your gut and weighed you down like a brass ship anchor. You were sinking to the bottom—you’d failed. 

“They’ll be watching you for a while, Yn,” you heard Minho’s voice beside you. 

You swallowed. “I know.” You needed to lay low, and maybe get over the absolute embarrassment tonight was. Where had that file gone?

Minho and Riki walked forward to the curb where a car had been parked. It was slick and black, shiny metal like the one Beomgyu had been driving, just a different company you didn’t care enough to identify. You figured this was as far as their kindness would extend—break you out and let you go, after all, who in the world called them of all people? It didn’t make sense to you. 

You began walking down the sidewalk the opposite way, hands tucking beneath your armpits to prepare for the trek home. There was that one shortcut you could take—

“Yn!”

You glanced over your shoulder. Riki had slipped into the passenger seat of the car, but Minho stood just outside the driver’s side. “Where are you going?”

“My house?” 

“We’ll give you a ride, kid.”

Kid. God, you really were just a kid to some people, huh. You felt like one sometimes. “Look, Mr. Choi,” you sighed, turning around to face him, “I’m really grateful for you bailing me out, but I’ll survive.”

Riki’s window rolled down. “Aren’t you curious why we came?”

And god dammit… the boy was right. You hated that he was right. With a huff, your breath coming out in visible puffs against the crispening night air, you trudged your way back toward them and threw yourself in the back seat. The car peeled away from the curb as you tugged on the seatbelt, suddenly self conscious about ruining or tainting the very nice, Italian leather seats. You wondered how much this all cost, then realized, it would probably be better not to know. 

The father-son pair did not play any songs on the radio, which made the space all the more quiet. The car motor was actually quite low volume as it brrr'd through the Gotham streets. You had never been in a car so silent before, especially considering Beomgyu's loud ass BMW. 

Slowly, you crossed one leg over the other and rested your hands in your lap, waiting for one of the two of them to start the conversation. 

Choi Minho was the one to speak up, making brief eye contact with you through the rear view mirror. "It's nice to finally meet you, Yn. Beomgyu's told us a lot about you."

A snort from Riki. "A lot is an understatement," he muttered. 

Minho sent his youngest son a small, but pointed look. "All good things, of course. He's very fond of you."

You didn't know why your heart was beating so fast in your chest. It made you giddy to hear that, yet jittery energy raced through your veins, and you couldn’t help but crack your knuckles. "That's… nice. I didn't realize he cared enough to talk about me."

"He cared much more than you think he did then," he continued. "Because he asked your mother, before he left that apartment, if he could put me as one of your guardians.” 

Oh. 

There was no mistaking the fluttery sensation in your chest as your heart seemed to sprout wings. Perhaps there was something wrong with you (no kidding), but was it normal for someone who didn’t care about you to go to such lengths? It never occurred to you just how affected Beomgyu was by his own leaving of the apartment across from yours, but you had always figured that that had been his choice. You knew somewhere deep down that those nights and days spent together were sincere, but you couldn’t wrap your head around him caring so deeply about you and your mother. You had always thought that maybe he would have seen your invitation to the funeral and discarded it because he didn’t care, or worse, didn’t remember. 

But this changed things. And Minho and Riki let you sit with your thoughts for several moments afterward. 

When you’d resolved to turn your gaze out the car window, you realized that Mr. Choi was not driving toward the lower district of Gotham, but past the dark glassed walls of skyscrapers, then beneath the bridge out of Gotham. Your heart leapt in your chest and you bolted upright. “Uhm,” you stammered, “this isn’t the way to my apartment.”

“Ah, I must have forgotten to mention that we’re in a rush to get back for dinner,” Minho replied flippantly. There was a teasing glint in his eyes that you guessed not many people got to see. “Consider this an introduction party to the family, Yn.”

You opened your mouth to retort out of instinct—maybe even demand him to turn the car around and take you home—but the other half of you kept your voice locked and your limbs glued to the car seat. That half of you yearned for exactly what Minho hinted at: a family. You hadn’t had a cohesive family since your mother and father stopped seeing each other, and though you liked to argue that your mother was enough or that your growing family of stray cats were, you couldn’t deny the warm feeling settling in your chest. 

"We can turn back now to take you home though, of course. Whatever you decide."

You found yourself shaking your head, throat tightening. "No—this, this is okay."

A family dinner. What a pleasant thought. 

The car raced past empty fields of nothingness as Minho drove you and Riki to the outskirts of the city. It was a similar route to Lee Sungjae’s house, which was why you had recognized it in the first place. But instead of turning into the little, gated community of cookie-cutter, suburban dreams, the car chugged along for a while longer. 

Eventually, you rolled past a pair of towering, black iron gates, centered with a magnificent letter “C” to mark your entry into the Choi estate. You’d never been to the Choi manor before, but you recalled the hints of it that Beomgyu dropped into conversations when you were kids. In the spring and summer, the fields surrounding the estate were blankets of emerald, littered in dandelions and daisies. With the sky darkened to a miserable gray, however, the shadows felt a lot more prominent. 

The mansion itself was beautifully lit, radiating in a warm-toned glow. It stood at least a few stories tall with chiseled marble columns numbering in a few, and large window panes framed in pale colored shutters. Minho pulled the car into the roundabout at the front of the house, and the realization that you were about to step foot into the building finally dawned on you. Were you really about to have dinner with the Chois? You weren’t even properly dressed. You were still in your ridiculous all-black—it was like you had just come from a workout funeral.

Minho and Riki were already well out of the car by now, and you sighed, resolving yourself to open your door. Riki hardly waited for anyone’s invitation into his own house and bounded up the steps before you or his father. The latter rounded the car and inclined his head to the front door. “Well? Shall we?”

You swallowed, gazing up at the mansion. You couldn’t believe Beomgyu willingly stayed in that ratty apartment when he could have been here the whole time. “I…” you cleared your throat, wrapping your arms around yourself, “I don’t think I’m wearing appropriate dinner attire.”

At that, you could’ve sworn you saw the ghost of a smile linger at the corners of his mouth. He shouldered off his black coat and offered it to you. “Just until we can loan you something more comfortable. Only if you’re okay with this, of course.” 

You imagined your eyes were wide with surprise, but you slowly reached out to accept the jacket. “Thank you,” you murmured, shouldering on the coat and basking in its warmth. 

Then, you and Minho climbed up the steps to the house together. 

Upon entry, your eyes darted to and fro to soak in everything presented to you. Your first thought was “wow” — all of the dark oak, the sculpted wall sconces, the roaring fire in the parlor room to your left—all of it was such a rush. It smelled awfully warm, which was most likely from the smell of freshly-made food wafting into your nostrils. You gazed upon the twin staircases reaching up to the second floor, and noted all of the different doorways just before you. There was so much going on, so much you were trying to notice, but Minho was already moving swiftly, leading you toward the sound of the hood range of a stove and the smell of dinner. 

“Yn,” Minho addressed you as the two of you walked into the magnificently-sized kitchen, “I’d like you to meet my greatest friend and mentor. This is Alfred—he keeps us sane in this house.” Minho gestured to an older man stationed at the stove, his hair grayed over, but his face distinct with kind smile lines and a matching pair of soft eyes. He wore a dark blue colored apron around his front, one of his hands wielding a pair of chopsticks as he turned around to meet you. Riki was already perched upon one of the stools at the island counter, munching on strands of peeled rice noodles. 

Alfred smiled at you, and the gesture prompted a similar reaction from you. “Well, it’s been awhile since the masters of this household deigned to finally invite a friend over. I was beginning to believe they lost their ability to socialize.” He chuckled, “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Yn. Master Beomgyu has told us much about you.”

That was yet another person who confirmed this fact. “Oh, it’s lovely to meet you, as well,” you replied. You lingered by the threshold as Minho made a comment about freshening up before dinner, dipping out of the kitchen to leave you with Riki and Alfred. 

Alfred whacked Riki's hand as he reached for another noodle. "Go on and set the table. Make sure to leave out an extra setting for your guest."

Riki obediently began collecting plates and utensils, and Alfred met your eyes from across the kitchen with a charming twinkle in his irises. 

When the youngest had left the room, Alfred motioned for you to take a seat at the breakfast bar. "Miss Yn, how did the Chois come to invite you over?"

"Oh," you averted your eyes to the countertop. "They… were just in the right place at the right time, I guess you could say." Better than telling him that they had picked you up from the police station for breaking and entering. He would probably be told by Minho later on, but you'd rather not ruin this peace. 

Alfred hummed in understanding. "They seem to do that often."

"Do they?" You straightened, idly watching him finish off with something on the stove and turn the flame off. 

"You could say it's their hobby, going around and being in the right place at the right time," he chuckled to himself as if it were an inside joke. He hustled over to a door at the side of the room that led into a pantry space. He seemed to have decided against whatever his original plan was before moving out of the pantry to peer into the hallway outside. "Are we all ready to go?"

From somewhere deeper in the house, you could hear stomps resound like the echoing walls of a cavern. You tilted your head back curiously, eyebrows creased. There were more people in the house? Minho didn't seem like a man to stomp his way around his own home. 

Soon, the crashing and thunder moved to the stairway just near the mouth of the kitchen. 

"Riki, you menace! Put my wine glass back!" 

You froze. Was that… oh god, the other Chois were home then. That was Yeonjun's voice you recognized, and for a moment you felt stupid for not anticipating the others being here. Maybe it was because Beomgyu had received a call from Soobin earlier about a work emergency, but perhaps that had been solved already. 

"Dad said you need to cut back or you'll become an alcoholic," came Riki's response. 

Did they know who their brother was? Did they know he ran around in a red helmet with guns as one of the city's premiere vigilantes? 

Alfred came back into the kitchen and immediately began plating his concoction into a serving dish. "Would you like to go get seated, Miss Yn?"

"I can help," you replied instead. You wondered what your mother would have said had you not offered. You and she always used to spend time in the kitchen together. The apartment was super small anyways, but your mom… 

Alfred glanced back at you with a grateful smile. "That would be marvelous. Thank you."

You flashed a small smile back. Once he was done, you took the gloriously-smelling dish in your two capable hands out into the hallway. You followed the sounds of chatter and brotherly squabbles to the next doorway closest to the kitchen. 

This, you thought, must have been the formal dining room. There was no way it was anything else with its lofted ceilings, floor-to-ceiling windows, cartoon-rich-people table, and dark floors that matched the rest of the house. There was yet another fire roaring away in the hearth, and it gave the room a homey feel, and less like a stereotypical, cold mansion. 

With the large table, the placings that were set coalesced around the end of the table closest to the hearth. You figured that Minho would be at the head, and that the rest of you would pick seats on either side of the table—three on each. 

You tried to ignore the wide, curious eyes following your every move. 

“Yn?��� Beomgyu was first to stammer out. He sat in the seat just beside Riki on the side closest to where you came in, his body twisted around and mouth gaping open. 

You carefully placed the hot dish at a location you hoped everyone could reach. Your heart hammered, and you wiped your sweaty palms against the suit you wore beneath Minho's (no doubt) thousand dollar coat. “Hi.”

You were suddenly hyper aware of the fact that you were currently in a very dramatic coat and wearing your catsuit beneath it. This would have to be a reveal then, if not, a very warm dinner. 

You recognized Soobin and Yeonjun seated on the other side of the table with one chair separating them. Yeonjun cocked his head to the side, lips curled into a smirk-like grin. “Well, what a pleasant surprise.”

“Hi, Yn,” Soobin chimed in with a cordial smile. “To what do we owe the pleasure?”

Beomgyu fumbled out of his chair with Riki giving him a very potent side eye. “Let me take your coat—”

You stepped back, and everyone seemed to hyperfocus on that little movement. “Oh, no. That's—that’s okay,” you chuckled nervously, tugging the coat tighter around you. “I'd rather keep it on actually.”

Besides the second of hurt that flashed in his eyes, he swallowed, gripping the back of Riki's chair with a slow nod. “Of course.”

Sensing the strange shift, Soobin coughed. “Won't you please sit, Yn?”

“Riki,” Beomgyu grunted, shaking his youngest brother's shoulder. “Scoot.”

Riki scowled. “Absolutely not. This is my seat and has been for sixteen years.”

Your friend rolled his eyes. “You can't be chivalrous for one day in your life?”

“You can't suck it up that your girlfriend has to sit next to your brothers instead of next to you?”

Twin snorts chorused from the opposite side of the table as Soobin and Yeonjun failed to suppress their entertainment. Only Soobin had been courteous enough to at least try to cover his mouth. 

Your skin was aflame, and you weren't sure it was all from the hearth behind you. 

Beomgyu's eyes darted nervously from you to his brother, before narrowing into a glare. “She's not my girlfriend; don't make our guest uncomfortable.”

You heard a sigh from the youngest brother. Riki turned in his seat to meet your eyes. “Apologies, Yn. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable by insinuating that you were dating my brother; that would be insulting to you. I only meant the prospect of a girl friend, not a significant other.”

You could feel your own mouth twisting into a smile at Riki's reconciliation to you and spite toward his brother. “No worries, Riki.”

Beomgyu's lips parted. “You're fucking kidding me.”

“Language,” chided Alfred as he entered the room with a basket of fresh bread and a couple dishes of butter. 

He nodded to you with a smile. “Miss Yn, I apologize for these boys’ lack of manners. Please sit.”

Everyone sputtered out their own excuses, but Soobin's was the one you heard most prominently: “I asked her to sit, but then these assholes—”

“Who are you calling asshole, asshole?”

“Can we have a civilized dinner for once?” Came Minho's voice. 

Everyone shut the Hell up. 

The father of the household strolled into the room with a pinch between his brows and his work clothes slightly undone, sleeves rolled up and tie missing. In his hands, you recognized a set of neatly folded clothes to which he held out to you. 

“If you would like to, these are some things you can change into,” he said. “You're welcome to change in the hallway washroom.”

You accepted the clothes gratefully. “Thanks. I, uhm, I appreciate it.”

“Don't worry about it,” he replied kindly. He pointed you in the right direction. “Just out this doorway and to the left. You'll see a little door beneath the staircase.”

You bobbed your head in understanding and hustled out of the dining room, following Minho's instructions. You couldn't hear if they were saying anything as you left the room, but you were certain that something was being discussed. 

Nonetheless, you found the bathroom and began inspecting the garments given to you. It was a simple pair of sweatpants, a T-shirt from a volunteer organization (you tried guessing who this belonged to), and a plaid shacket to keep you warm and comfortable. They smelled nice—familiar, in a way—but nice. You shouldered Minho's coat off and neatly folded it as best as you could, before peeling off your uniform for the night with a wince. There were places on your body that were bruised and aching, but you had little time to mourn about internal bleeding. You didn't want to make your so-called guardian angels wait, but…

You looked at yourself in the mirror, gripping the sides of the sink as you did so. You looked like shit. 

The nervousness on your face was as stark as the shaking in your red and purple fingertips. You willed it to stop—or at least, pretended it was suppressed enough to be hidden. 

It was now a matter of how to get through this and what any of this even meant. You were sure your father heard about your failure tonight, and you would have to atone for it. You needed to find out where your mother's file had gone, but you were uncertain of where to start. 

But one problem at a time. 

With haggard breath, you brushed a hand through your hair and piled the discarded clothes into the crook of your arm to begin making your way back out into the dining room. 

You could hear the hushed voices as you made your way back, but you still couldn't make out anything in particular of what they were saying. 

When you just turned the corner, their words became clearer. “—but the Palmer situation is a genuine issue. We'll need to ensure that our relations with the company aren't—ah, Yn.”

They were talking about business, not you. Relief soared through you for a brief moment. 

All eyes were on you again, it seemed. Alfred had taken Beomgyu's original seat, while your old friend now joined the side where the older brothers sat. That left the chair to Minho's left wide open for you. 

You met Beomgyu's eyes first—his own pupils widened at the sight of your changed clothes, you guessed. 

“Thank you,” you murmured, handing Minho his coat. 

He nodded. “Of course. We didn't want to start without you. Would you like any water or wine?”

Dinner, you gladly admitted, tasted divine. You made sure to let Alfred know his efforts weren't wasted, though when you tried to help with dishes, he dismissed you and reminded you that this was his job. You supposed you couldn't argue against that. 

For the most part, the boys had kept it civil throughout dinner. Though, there'd been a kerfuffle over how many glasses of wine Yeonjun was allowed to have (despite his being an “adult,” Minho still enforced some of the rules Yeonjun had to live by while under his roof). 

But now, you were left with what next? 

“Yn, my father would like to extend an invitation to stay at the manor tonight.” Riki appeared beside you in the front parlor where you were sitting, waiting for everyone else to join you. Alfred had set you up with a mug of hot chocolate (funny how things turned out) while you did so, body seated right before the crackling fire. 

You glanced up at his imposing figure, sharp angles emphasized by the firelight. “Oh,” you said. “I appreciate the offer, but I'd rather not impose any longer.”

“It wouldn't be an imposition,” he reassured you as he stared into the embers. “But if you would prefer, we'd be happy to drive you home instead.”

You marked his formal way of speaking. It was like a business deal, but there was still a kind of warmth underlying it, in a way. You supposed that growing up in this kind of family, his speech was bound to develop an air of formality. 

“I have… cats to look after,” you said as an answer. You could admit that sounded lame, even if it was true.

Riki seemed to understand though and gave a nod. “I'll let my father know.”

Just before he could turn out of the room, the remainder of the household appeared in the parlor. 

Beomgyu sent you a small smile as he claimed the seat next to you. In his hands, he nursed a dark colored tumbler used for coffee, and you wondered if Alfred made him hot chocolate, too. 

“Father, Yn would like to be driven home,” said Riki. 

“I'll drive her home,” Beomgyu immediately followed, half off his seat. 

“No, Riki and I will,” Minho cut in. 

Yeonjun slapped his knee from where he lounged in one of the armchairs off to the side of the room. “Get vetoed!”

Beomgyu cut a glare toward his brother; he seemed to be doing that a lot tonight. “You are so annoying.”

“You have responsibilities, Beomgyu. You know that,” said Minho with a tone that suggested no argument. There was another pointed look thrown, and you could see the conflict warring across your friend's face, the one where his forehead creased and his lips turned downward. 

Responsibilities? Perhaps with the company. That was the only thing that made sense at this time of night.

Beomgyu let out a begrudging, “Fine.”

And it was settled; you would leave the way you arrived. 

With the matter at hand complete, Minho and Alfred excused themselves from the room for a matter you definitely did not know anything about. Niki sat across from Soobin at the table in the far corner to play a round of chess, while Yeonjun kicked his feet up onto the coffee table to slump over and get some shut eye. 

You peered over curiously at him. You could distinctly recall the day he showed up at the bank you were at when the robbery took place with him as the Red Hood. What motive did he have for revealing his identity to you anyways? 

You took a daring gulp of your hot chocolate, ignoring the way it scorched the roof of your mouth and back of your throat. It wasn't that you didn't enjoy their company, you simply felt that you'd overstayed your welcome. 

“Oh, I should probably change out of this,” you muttered once you'd swallowed down more than half the drink. You motioned absentmindedly at what you were wearing. 

Beomgyu shifted his attention back to you. You could've sworn his expression grew sheepish. “I mean, no rush at all! You—you can even keep it, if you want. It's just, you know, an old T-shirt—”

Your eyes went wide. “Are these yours?—”

He smiled, and confirmed your thought, cupping the back of his neck. “Uh yeah, they are. But you don't have to worry about returning them or anything. I'm sure my dad just kind of popped into the first bedroom that wasn't his or something—”

“Beomgyu, can you fail to flirt somewhere else?” Yeonjun's lip curled upward in teasing, exposing a canine, but his eyes were still blissfully closed. 

You saw Beomgyu's millionth dirty expression of the night. “Can you go be an asshat somewhere else?”

Before another argument could break out between brothers, you cut in, “No, I can give these back. I'll just launder them when I get home. 's no big deal.”

Beomgyu bit his lip. “You really don't have to—”

“I want to; it's the least I can do,” you insisted. There was no way you were going to let them get away with feeding you, clothing you, and saving your ass from the slammer. All in one night, you would add. 

You knocked back the rest of the hot chocolate like it was a shot. It was a shame you felt like you had to leave, otherwise, you would have been able to relish that decadently made drink for a little longer. It was insane how rich that hot chocolate was. It wasn't the same as your mother's, but you couldn't deny that it was delicious.

Beomgyu clasped his hands together over his knees. “Thanks for having dinner with us. I know that we can be a lot to handle.”

“You guys are good company,” you replied with a small smile. “I mean, if anything, I should be thanking you for—” You stopped yourself short, unable to address the elephant that had been in the room since you stepped foot in this house. You backpedaled. “This was nice,” was what you settled for instead. 

In the hearth's firelight, his irises burned like soft, molten embers. “I'm glad, and you're welcome to come over for family dinners all the time. Or even any time—” He stopped himself, clasping the back of his neck in what you believed to be sheepishness. “—Sorry, I'm kind of jumping the gun. There is absolutely no pressure in coming over to hang out.”

It was strange how only a couple years could make you tiptoe around each other like this. You could vividly recall all the times he barged into your apartment unannounced, and you into his. He'd been one of your closest friends at such a pivotal point in your developing years. 

Earlier outside of the Iceberg Lounge, he had said something similar to you. The offer still stood, and you wondered if him finding out why you were here changed his mind about you in any way. 

But while this afternoon had been just a taste, you'd just enjoyed an entire feast of what-could-have-been. 

“I'll take you up on it,” you told him. “The family dinners. It'll be like old times.”

His smile widened, and you were sure everyone in the room could hear how loud your heart hammered against your chest. “I'll look forward to it.”

a/n: DONT IGNORE THIS PLS i need to know if u liked the little "previously on bh" part at the beginning !!! also, reblog + comment if u enjoyed

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